Dear w_iredblind,

I can't think of a more appropriate platform to send you my birthday greetings. Happy 22nd, VTG. May your fortunes multiply as bountifully as there are pictures and updates of expensive food/Buddy/your baking endeavours/Wati on your blog.

Love,
auyong

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positively the sweetest video on youtube! wouldn't be surprised if anyone mistook this for an episode of days of our lives, where did all the melodrama go! they simply don't do powerrangers the way they used to anymore ))):

zomg prelims in <12 hours! stop it auyong!

Welcome Jonathan Auyong, here is your handwriting analysis.


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After the Argument by Stephen DunnWhoever spoke first would lose something ( Read more... )

dee introduced me to the wonders of friendslocking. i guess some entries are not fit for public consumption after all ( Read more... )

this wall of silence - unfamiliar, alien & antiseptic. a cool cocoon of inactivity; a web of expectation spun from feverish commotion, hustle&bustle, highfives and hellogoodbyes exchanged in slippery starlight on vacation from a million light years ago. don't you see? this love was spontaneous, passionate, fierce, brief, fleeting, never-meant-to-be ( Read more... )

dramafest, my labour of love. shamelessly autobiographical to a certain degree. my stab at catharsis - "everything will be ok". family, friends, love; everything that could go wrong going wrong. denial, anger, depression, acceptance. oh elusive acceptance.

The first three stages, we move through them naturally. The fourth stage? For those amongst ( Read more... )

WATCH THIS AND LAUGH! -wipes away tears of laughter-

haha and i thought ri boys were the only ones ballsy enough to screw around with our survey forms.

auyong

behold the highly-irritating, neon-pink llama from the lazy slopes of the himalayas! watch its intense gaze follow your cursor and delight in its acrobatic two-legged hops!


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My love affair with music, bands, good-looking guys armed with acoustic guitars and honeyed vocals, has always been a vicarious one, an avenue of escapism for a boy who never could play the F-chord with much panache. I find it extremely comforting popping the story of the year into my wall-mounted cd player and be able to lose myself in a paradigm ( Read more... )