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sptofity

what if Spotify let us comment on albums? voice out our love, our relatability, what it reminds us of?

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sappho

Bruh iwas wondering at 12am randomly why I keep getting lesbian allegations and BRO I FOUND OUT MY SAPPHO SIGN FOR FUN like i legit thought i was a pisces sappho or something and that it wasnt important in my chart THEN IT WAS ACTUALLY IN GEMINI CONJUNCT MY SUN AND VENUS AT 1 DEGREE WTFFF 😭😭😭😭 NO WONDER

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sad

I actually don't have any of my close friend's twitter accounts 😭😭😭

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Thank you my most reliable slave. THIS IS SO FUNNY THO (NOt posting on X cuz my crush's friends are on there 🙏)

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weird thoughts while im late

Once I asked my mom why people don't just jog to work instead of walking，sweat isn't even that bad. It dries up afterwards. She said it's disgusting and I said ok. Now I'm here and sweating even when I'm only walking. So it either proves that sweating is unpleasant, or that we should just jog anyways since we're already going to sweat.

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goigle drive can eat my shit

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i miss the feeling of home

to be included and loved without limits

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photo diary

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photos for keepsake

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emergency diary copy paste

6.11morning roti canai breakfast. rabbit hole of social media. chemistry notes. lunch longbeans spicy, ginger chicken yum, sour potato slices, naipak. banana. ttdi library hehe so cun cuz absolute focus, j rock n phonk. had a blast playing w my stickers. so cold. went to 1u mr diy so happy hehee felt like myself again. bata shoe kinda meh. burger king stalk st nicholas school acc see what shoe they wear haha. so fun went to inside scoop the cashier so friendly. blueberry yogurt, coffee almond fudge & raspberry sorbet. yum. went to hobility n stayed there for so fucking long Helpppp it was at least 20 mins there i was investigating evey fucking product HAHAHA. it was the first time i did sth like this cuz there were no salesmen n i enjoyed it so much. esp talking abt ultraman n jia tong to dad. "yo wtf ultraman is my generation one lol". hehe so many cute figures. and wafers, gachapon, pre order shit. lolol so ecstatic exploring the damn shop until dad realised xiao gu was here as well. we walked to pjpac and next gen theme park. lolol talked to her there it was so comforting and reality sank in - goingyo sg tmr. not that scared and sad anymore. dinner waisekai so happy hehe. took pics. lou shu fun soup fishball. sugarcane water. talking to liyeen so fun. went 1u again refund brush hehe.

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Cuddles and Games

Spreading your extremities out on the bed like a starfish, you relax against the delicate and rough surface of the freshly washed bedsheets. While on the verge of dreaming, you curse as your imaginary meal in a fancy restaurant disintegrated into ashes as Bachira jumped on the bed enthusiastically, your eyes popping open in a flash.

"Yayyy! Let's play," he said while turning his head away from the Nintendo Switch in his hands to smile cutely at you, his fingers magically still pressing the buttons on the console. Because his neck was resting on your left forearm, you turned to your left and wrapped your other hand on his chest, head positioned on the bone of his shoulder so you were wrapping him up with your body like a blanket. He smells so good, like honey and rain.

"Hey you, wanna play? I'm playing FIFA!!" he pat your head with one hand. Burrowing your head into the space between his neck and shoulder to find the comfiest position like a mole digging through dirt, you shake your head super fast! "Awww, I knew it! When you're awake, we'll play Wii Volleyball, okay? I know you love it."

You fell into slumberland with his leg hooked around yours, and you didn't even notice he stopped playing to clasp his arms on your back and fell asleep himself too. Knowing you would wake up to immense fun with your favourite game and favourite person making fire commentary on the gameplay, the nap was good.

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Wriothesley Teaches You How to Fight Like A Pro

"First things first... fix that attitude of yours," Wriothesley grumbled, clad in his long-sleeved dress shirt, fitted pants and mechanical gauntlets. Slicking his hair back with both hands over his head, he groaned, "You don't even want to do this properly. Are you just here for me or what?"

Upon hearing that, your jokester ass laughed out loud and you clutched your clenched stomach bending over in joy. Wiping a tear from your eye, you muse, "Well what if I was?" and continued giggling with your feet circling in arcs like a dying roach.

Let's just say some people have a different sense of humour. You weren't even surprised when you lightly peeked with one eye at Wriothesley to find him glaring daggers at you with those striking eyes of his, because he has never appreciated your skibidi toilet jokes.

Even you knew his limits, and you didn't know him well. Just well enough to share drinks and inside jokes. For you, well was quality time and bouts of intimate touches. So no, you didn't know him well. You got up and sprung back into action, picking up some Gintama move you saw Chinese grandmothers do in Tai Chi. Hands in karate chop motion, you tornadoed to his direction and landed a foot directly in front of him, hand positioned directly before his nose.

Wriothesley scrunched up his nose and forced out a reluctant "Better, I guess," and lowered his head. Addled and confused, you tilted your neck to your side in a classic WHAT?! pose, then you heard a chuckle from somewhere around the room. Looking around, you said, "Well, I never knew you invited some others to our practises."

When he didn't respond, you turned back to him kneeling on the floor, gorgeous di-coloured hair sprawling out from his scalp. You squat with your legs open like a frog or sneaky spider in front of him, leggings stretching against your calf. Looking down at him, you saw a glimpse of his canine tooth revealed by a devilish grin. He looked up at you and laughed at your face, eyes closed all the way through in a joyful daze.

Sobering up, he projected with a husky voice, "So funny, are we?" and you could swear his Arctic glacier eyes thundered periodically, letting you in a world of dark, deep sea typhoons. "Let's see what happens when you face real danger. You think they would loosen their grip because you said something that started with ski, ended with di and rhymed with clinically? I'd like you see you £#¢¥ing try," he threatened gloomily, advancing onto you with a fat forearm.

You hastily avoided his arm by holding it back with both hands, but you never really won over the gymbros in arm wrestling, so you got overpowered instead. He locked his arm under your neck, lifting you up so your toes were dreaming of touching land, which never happened considering you were taller than the average population. His shirt sleeve was so distracting because it smelled like your cousin's detergent and made you wish you had money to afford laundry that was more than just rinsing fabric with water.

You felt like Loki being held by his neck by Thor, albeit being the superior brother in the situation. In every situation, actually. Loki just suited you better. Pranksters have your whole heart.

You snuck your hands under his arm and pushed outward with all your might, and he was still unyielding. Bruh, at this point you just gotta turn around and start pushing his chest away from you. That'd be more effective, right? Whose chest can withstand brute force? Well, not yours, to be frank. You can't even wrestle your cousin.

"LET ME... THE £@#& GO!" you yelled with your back against his locked hands in a smooth manoeuvre, and tried to push at his chest. Ew, this feels like molestation. Who cared about molestation when your life was being threatened by a raider!!! You don't care anymore, you went from poking his chest playfully to shoving the hell out of his dress shirt, and he stumbled, hands losing their grip.

Like a proud hen, you stood arms akimbo, head inclined as you stared Wrio down. Oh my effing god. He surged and started CHARGING at you!!! He threw himself on you like on those WWE Superslams and you flew with your back sliding on the floor. His arms were around you, then you realised they weren't around you as much as they were wrapped around an actual dagger. Oh archons!

If you were wrong in the head, you would think this was fun and mentally stimulating. It was a bit exhilarating, but you were fearing for your life here. Mr Puppy here looks like he would actually kill you here and now for saying skibidi toilet during a company dinner 3 weeks ago. Deeply stashed anger, am I right? Poor pup doesn't have an outlet to release stress, so he keeps it all pent up and explodes on you for a tiny joke consisting of toilet...

His knee kneeling in the space between your thighs, he seemed chivalrous and angelic and deadly. The light shining on him from his table lamp just further intensified the dark side of his face, unilluminated by anything. That pretty much sums up your first impression of him. Dark, sepulchral and a pain to be with. Now, you're wrong. This is fun.

"Alright, yes yes, I'm afraid I'm deeply invested now, Your Grace. Continue," you chirped happily from your position under the Duke's glinting knife. If you stole a jewel from the hilt now, would he realise? You were quite good at this gemstone side hustle of yours.

"Second of all, do not let yourself be vulnerable," he gritted his teeth and you wanted to caress his neck just right above your collarbone. "Well, I don't. I never open up to people! I consider it one of my great strengths-" you got cut off by his bejeweled dagger pinning itself on the fabric of your tank top like a dart pinned to a dartboard.

"Not what I meant," he offered, "but thanks for the invitation." Then he lifted a hand and punched you on your good side. Alas, no more side profile selfies!

You grabbed the gloved hand that was about to go for a second round of punching you with one determined fist of yours, unyielding in your grip. You observe Wriothesley's amusement, his face on top of you taunting. God, his lifted lips are so distracting in their angles, sharp at all the right places. Dangerous men should not have smiles more perilous than their charm.

Despite that, you shook him with your hand guiding him in the direction you wanted to go - in this situation you wanted him the floor where you previously were. Locking your elbow around his dangerous arm, you channeled enough strength to pull him down on the floor beside you. After the satisfying thud of your bully/mentor's back hitting the floor (his tough back muscles are probably fine), you swiftly roll yourself on top of him, legs clamped around both of his. Tank top strap slowly sliding down your shoulder, you dislodge the dagger on the floor and rest your elbows on the sides of his face. Curling his hair on the dagger's pointy edge, you look down, half-lidded, on his tired blue eyes and sadistically remarked, "Any tips for ending someone with a dagger?"

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ANNUAL FEAST

let's start with a speech highlighting our achievements of the year, naming the teachers who guided us and the team that organised the event.

DOOR GIFT: something meaningful to remember us by. PSS socks embroidered with something that symbolises us? Wireless earphones customised with our emblem?

elegant classical music flowing all over, premiumly selected by Ai Jia with superior pianist music taste. some guitar solos by Renee?

let us play some games on anticipating stomachs, for togetherness will bring us through tough times and hungry stomachs. DARTS? BALLOON VOLLEYBALL? GUESS THE COUNTRY BY LANDMARKS? SPIN THE WHEEL WITH NAMES AND A TOPIC TO DEBATE? perhaps we shall also bring in a ps4 for us to do a battle royale 1v1.

finally, all that we have been waiting patiently for will feel like a huge reward! we can finally FEAST!!! if we let them feast immediately, it would feel lackluster. Where's the networking? Where's the fun?

during the eating, one shall be in charge of playing a video recording of all the goofy things us librarians did throughout the year, us hard at work and us filming niche video skits of expectations vs reality etc.

before the event, we shall host a best writer award where we receive submissions from librarians where they write about their weirdest thoughts and channel them into meaningful writing that entertains the mind. the participants shall read it aloud and entertain the crowd!

after everyone has eaten their fill, we shan't make the food off limits while we engage them in networking activities. they can still eat, while the people who are bored can participate. let's welcome... the PSS DEBATE TEAM!!! (make them verbally FIGHT!!!)

let's end with a toast to the ongoing success of the PSS! let's voice out our hopes, joys and opinions to form a lively, verbal environment!

FOOD - I don't think we have a say in this (we r probably just selecting from courses offered by the location), but if we did this would be my suggestion:

BALANCED MEAL: light appetizer. cheese pasta / citrus seaweed roll (v) with mushroom soup and focaccia. refreshing entrée: kiwi pudding with mint leaves. main course: sweet & sour seafood soup laden with rich tomatoes, long beans & corn / sweet & sour tofu with asparagus and cilantro rice. dessert: gingerbread brownies / fruit sorbet.

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⛷️🐝d Toilet fun!

(random scenarios i have in my head as someone with a bad imagination)

"Shall we ditch this juicy block of steak to head over to the urinals for some due fun?" he indicated to the signboard in front of your table indicating two genders separated by a line, shimmering pale grey eyes blinking in mischief.

Relax, he meant to make you follow him as company for his trip to the loo, nothing more. How could anyone mistake his boyish maroon curls for a dirty scheming jerk? The ruffled tangles he own probably came from innocent ruffles from his aunt in their frustratingly functional, happy household.

"No," you tease, then breaking into a hysterical laugh as if you just cracked the most hilarious joke known to man. Toothy grin in place, you swished your wine red gown to trail behind you as you rose from your puffy seat.

As he walked away from the table, he walked with one calloused hand outstretched behind him, welcoming aura made obvious. He didn't even have to look back to make sure your mountain-scaling-hard hands were placed in his. You observed the way his midnight blue suit sleeve stretched richly over his lean forearm and took his hand in glee.

Upon reaching the entrance, he spun you to a stop, your braided chignon unfurling into dark, untamed waves upon your bare neck before he took a ravenous glance at your pouting lips and you admired his perfectly inclined foxy eyes obviously oblivious to your admiration. Your lip quivered at his perusal, as if every thought of his was your command.

Looking at the checkered toilet floor, you broke the electrifying eye-makeout that left you stumbling mentally and dragged the top piece of your dress with both hands down to disguise your discomfort. In letting go of the satin piece that stuck to your flesh like a desperate crush, you cursed at it for making you feel itchy and hot.

He flashed you a tooth in his large smile and leaned his head toward the stall to indicate his departure. You relaxed and drooped to rest your back on the smooth pink-painted wall adorned with abstract paintings you find meaningless. Who would put in effort to decipher this heap of strokes drawn in succession with no thought put into it, if they already had a life full of meaning and hope?

Musing in your sneaker clad feet sure makes time pass fast... or maybe Nic was just the fortunate owner of an efficient sphincter muscle. Striding out of the half open wooden door without a sound, he splashed water onto your countenance from a water reserve in his palms and screaming, "BOO!" while horror dawns on your unsuspecting wide black eyes.

After getting you in the state of shock, his impossibly light eyes arched entertainingly upwards and eyed you mischievously as he quickly stretched his arms forward to pull you down with him as he fell backwards.

Everything happened in slow-motion, as all highly anticipated moments in your life do –

Expecting a fall from your unexpectedly less than restricting retro dress, your normally unreactive brows furrowed in anticipation, narrowing your long-lashed eyes in response. The whole world turned quickly like a rogue panorama with romantic chandeliers all over - until your vision was filled with him and only him.

You've always noticed his eyes were an electrifyingly rare shad of grey almost close to raw egg white, but also so baby blue they were angelically pure. Once the two of you were bouldering a really steep course, and Nic was about to fall, his fingers loosening its grip on the handhold. When you saw his helpless puppy dog eyes definitely not suiting his foxy demeanor drooping in a watery pool, you couldn't help but felt forced to reach out a hand to pull him by the neck like a baby pup.

You weren't exceptionally strong to begin with, definitely not strong enough for men bigger than you, and never strong enough for Nic, who was larger than life. If he drifted away, you wouldn't even have the strength to pull him back into your life. Holding Nic by his sweaty neck plagued by wild maroon curls extending downwards, you lasted for 3 seconds before you slipped down the course onto a soft gymnastics mat next to an out-of-breath Nic.

Hair luminescent like light shining on fresh blood, you held eye contact with him and found that he smiled back, head tilted to his left and cheeks extended enough to show you his light dimple. You never held eye contact with people other than your family for long, and you never knew people appreciated it. What on earth were you missing out on?

Pondering the long history of viewing into his eyes did you no good as he spun you 180° over like a ballroom dancer and you were on top of him as he stayed cornered into the wall, head tipped back in defiance, daring you to exceed his expectations. He definitely wouldn't have thought you'd be admiring his kissably visible jawline. At this point you were still standing straight, until you weren't. As if every moment was escalating into your wildest fantasies, he closed the distance between your bodies by reining in your waist, generating a thundering, warm shiver in you. Nevertheless, you arched your neck back so you wouldn't have to kiss him. He was made for admiring, not indulgence.

"It's okay, you know me," he purred softly, sounding like a dangerous whisper in your ear despite the distance between your faces. "Not like this," you murmured and looked down to his messed up collar, his priceless necklace creating depth in the endlessly contoured desert that is his collarbone. "Look at me," he chided, sharp eyes knifing into your betrayingly flattered skin. Out of all people, he has eyes on me. Isn't that so... exclusive? "Remember when you held me by the neck before we fell together?" his eyes explored your relenting nose tipped high upon your face, and you could feel his eyes pecking secret kisses onto the bridge of your nose.

Your lips widened in protest, and he held your nape gently as you pulled his collar close to your body. Smiling your endless black hole eyes at his candy reddened lips, you indulge in the feeling of his fingers caressing the curve of your head in a secure clutch, your chest pressed against a new, foreign surface.

That day, you almost relented and put your head in his shoulder. You could feel his curls welcoming you if you rolled to his side. The thing is, you've never been brave when it came to love.

Now, you could explore all you wanted. Because this was real. His head dipping down to infuse your lips with his cinnamon flavour was real, and he tasted better than your bad imagination. The way his sharp nose was crashing into yours was real, and you've never wanted to feel better. You are living in the better. "I wanted this," you spoke your illegal thoughts through your busy mouth, and he drew his head back to look at your characteristically shadowed face. The shadows suited you well. You could tell from his hungry gaze.

Putting his comforting palm on your cheek, you felt the cold of his ruby ring and it led you to seek warmth in exploring the shadowed lines of his jaw. A mystery. "I've wanted this since the day I laid my eyes on you," he declared discreetly, voice ravenous and eyes wild.

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essays

sometimes i feel like essays are meant to waste people's time for formalities'' sake, because they state and emphasize something that can be said in a single paragraph alone to the point of memorization.

imagine writing a thesis when you only have one point to make. of course, to fulfill the 30 pages criteria, you will keep starting new paragraphs with different examples in which the reader is already aware of.

i can't fault you for being able to drill your point in our heads, but that's only because i read your article 20 times over under the guise of 30 pages with adequate points.

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You shouldn't keep reminding yourself how old you are.

Sure, you can always reminisce about when you were a kid, how weird it was that you were pre-pubescent. But being stuck in the past and awe-stricken by how young you were doesn't help, because you're getting older as you think about that. You don't have time to daydream about your childhood, unless it's for self reflection and improvement, because you have to keep moving. You're not even that old now, you just think you are because you're jealous of all the time the kids have left compared to you while in actuality you have just as much time as they do to chase your dreams, because you're not an arthritis-struck old lady yet.

thank you.

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12/8

for breakfast i made pitas. baked them, cut tomatoes, shaved cucumbers and cut bananas (sprinkled with expired cinnamon!). after they were done i scrambled a plain egg with only ground cinnamon on it. it was tasty but i only ate half cuz my mom wanted to go dimsum shop. (tuition at 11am)

at 9 something we arrived at jiaxuan dimsum or something similar sounding. when waiting, went to 99 speedmart. loved scrutinising the processsed bread section. the mighty white bun variety is actually mesmerizing. the packaging is very attention grabbing. strawberry lychee, butter sugar, milo, chicken floss, black pepper chicken, blueberry flavours etc!!! like wtf so many flalvors!! some other brand was mas producing multiflavoured muffins. 8 for rm5.30 dude what a deal! except i guess eating it may cause serious cardiovascular diseases teehee.

ordered 2 salted egg yolk custard buns (SUPER GOOD DUDE), 2 char siew pau (EH OK BUT GOOD), 6 siew mai (TASTED LIKE MINCED MEAT), fried turnip cake (rlly GOOD!!), fried prawn, scallop and salted egg yolk beancurd thing (love the blandness of it FOR REAL!! cuz i only ate the egg yolk part. it wasnt distributed EVENLY LOL). siew mai fell into my warm water and drenched it in oil. cuz i was grabbing it with chopsticks then my dad asked where a siew mai go and i raised it to show him that i took one.. lol. total bill: RM78 ☠️. at least it was a pleasant experience.

went home and ate oreo cadbury chocolate bar and the other half of my breakfast pita. tuition. shower. went to tapao lunch. mayang oasis food court - malay mixed rice. omg!!! pickled veggies (carrot, cucumber, onion) SO TASTYYYYYY OMGGG IM GONNA CUM, steamed broccoli (SO TENDER!! LOVE LOVE LOVE) and rendang chicken drumstick (fragrANTTT!! not implying that there were many ants at that stall, just felt like making ANT capitalised). dad bought additionally 2 angku kuih and 2 fried glutinous sesame balls. delicious. for lunch also ate chili lala clams and orange. then snacked on angku kuih, pocky, cadbury chocolate and kuih bahulu. i need to control my eating habits!!!

wrote poems, drew posters, revamped dress rental poster, wrote a story…. good night. so full. ugh!