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Mon, Nov. 7th, 2011, 10:01 pm
pressed against the physics of your passed-down last name

The problem with Zooey Deschanel is that it makes it look like it's okay to behave like Zooey Deschanel all the time and when you do, you are this truly unique, special, quirky girl who the men cannot resist, when in fact the only time it's okay to be as completely insane as Zooey Deschanel is when you look like Zooey Deschanel. Otherwise you're just a crazy person.

None of this detracts from how much I adore The New Girl. It's inexplicable. 

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I have to say, though: it's been interesting that when it comes down to it, and you want to know how many friends you will have when you become totally vapid and boring and black of heart, and the answer is - actually, not as few as you thought you would. It's actually pretty cool. 

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god, I am exhausted. Work isn't even that exhausting, but I'm tired all the same, and all the time. 

Wed, May. 25th, 2011, 06:41 pm
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Conversation with sister -

"Why you run until like that? You running to where?"
"Dunno la just running on treadmill where got destination?"
"HAR?! Then you running from what?"

(Meanwhile, somewhere in Jurong East my mother is having a stroke from the myriad ways in which we are repudiating good English.)

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Sat, Apr. 9th, 2011, 11:43 pm
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 Really, if all you wanted to do was watch me bleed, there were easier ways of accomplishing it. Just saying. 

Tue, Mar. 8th, 2011, 06:52 pm
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Dear parentals:

STOP MOVING THE FUCKING GOALPOSTS.

love
oohmygoddess

Wed, Dec. 15th, 2010, 07:34 pm

It's been a very fucking strange day, is all I can say, really.

Sun, Nov. 7th, 2010, 11:36 am
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Justice Crouch: You ran great guns in the campaign. It was an insurgency, boy, a sight to see. And then you drove to the middle of the road the moment after you took the oath. Just the middle of the road. Nothing but a long line painted yellow.

(...)

I wanted a Democrat, and instead I got you...

You're gonna get beat in 3 years...The American voters like guts. The Republicans have got 'em. And in three years, one of 'em is gonna beat you.

President Bartlett: I'll remind you sir, of all the things I have to negotiate...An opposition Congress, special interests and a bitchy media.

Justice Crouch: So did Harry Truman.

President Bartlett: I'm not Harry Truman.

Justice Crouch: Mr Bartlett, you needn't remind me of that.


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I'm watching "Shortlist" and my goodness, how much of this resonates today? 

Thu, Aug. 12th, 2010, 09:10 pm
sunlight shimmerin' love

I just realised, over coffee with R, what a great year 2010 is turning out to be for friends - be it for weddings, heading back to school or finally achieving a long-standing dream. I am just so incredibly chuffed for them all. Nice things are happening to really decent people, as they well should. And the balance of the earth seems to be, at least this one time, where it should be :)

(you all know who you are)

Mon, Jun. 21st, 2010, 10:44 pm
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I think the reason why I take so well to NCIS is because I can finally pretend that Mark Harmon never really died on The West Wing, he just quit the Secret Service and joined NCIS. (And went on plenty -- PLENTY -- of dates with CJ, only to find out that they weren't all THAT compatible to start with because CJ so obviously belongs to Danny Concanon.)

I know, I often do wonder about my own sanity (or lack thereof).

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Fri, Feb. 12th, 2010, 09:02 pm
a letter to our baby love

Baby Love, I don't know what you look like, what you'll end up becoming or who you'll resemble. I don't even know if you're a boy or a girl. But apparently you kicked when you heard my voice. And also, while listening to MS Viswanathan sing. That tells me two things: 1) you are a baby of very discriminating taste, and 2) I think I like you already.
 
So Baby Love, I'm going to try to be the best aunt I can be. The world's a pretty ugly place right now, so I guess you could use as many people in your corner as possible. I can't whistle or snap my fingers - your granny is better at that (as she is at everything). I can't teach you math or science - I guess that's your daddy's area. I'm sure your mother will read and sing to you lots. Your uncle will make sure you know everything there is to know about football. (and Man Utd, for that matter.)
 
I'm not always pleasant. Your granny will say that I yell at her (no, I never do) and your dad will say that I flipped the bird to a photographer at your parents' wedding (I totally did). I will probably never give you cousins and if you do make it to law school, I'll be completely useless because I don't remember half of what I studied.
 
But I promise to always give you a place to stay and someone to confide in. I'll take you shopping and teach you how to drink whiskey. I'll try not to spoil you too much, and I promise to laugh at all your jokes, even if they're not very funny. And I'll love you very, very much, no matter what you turn out to be.

Love,
Oohmygoddess

Sat, Jan. 9th, 2010, 11:03 pm
Whose little girl am I? / Anyone who has money to buy

I am having one of those moments where my music is saving me, I think.

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