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About Rose:
I grew up in Singapore, lived in Melbourne but currently call London home. I love gastronomic adventures, especially while travelling. I stated writing at 17 to remember how it all began.


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06 February 2003

7.10pm; thursday

it doesn't pay to be nice. honest. when you try to help out in things.. and try asking.. oh god.. let me digress here for a while.have you played chinese whispers? the one where you pass a msg down then see whether the last person can get the msg that was initially intended? BUT it gets horribly distorted, always.. And people get the wrong impression? and everything gets screwy.. so horribly screwy.. everyone told something different.. and by the time each person says his story.. everything is conflicting? and i feel so frustrated.. and helpless at the same time. and as confused as to what is going on now.. i know that the person in the middle of it all feels the worst. *gosh* .. hmm i'm sorry there's all this mix up.. i just didn't know.. what i said was the truth. i never lied. i was just trying to help my friends. i really was. sorry. oh man...

"it's sad, so sad.. it's a sad, sad situation
and it's getting more and more absurd"
-sorry seems to be the hardest word, elton john
rose | 11:25


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