twenty years it's breaking you down
the name is vanessa but everybody calls me van. estranged ex-NJCanoeist of 2004/05 K2-500m. I'm a WSO (FIGHTER) trainee and I'm doing my BA(Hons) English and Politics in the University of York. I like fast cars, literature, art and tulips. I cannot cook. When I was younger I wanted to be an astronaut. I am hopeless at math or anything remotely related to formulae. I detest parsley. I love the colour burgundy. My Macbook is my bestfriend and I've played with Macs since I was 15 so no, I didn't jump on the bandwagon. I have lofty dreams but I'm often afraid to chase them. I don't get angry I get disappointed. I intend to learn Spanish and German. Oh, and I think Liverpool kicksmajorass - I am not a fair-weathered fan. I think ambiguity is beautiful.


now that you understand
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TAKE A BREATH, JUST TAKE A SEAT
DECEMBRE/DECIEMBRE/DECEMBRO
02 -- Thong's bday
05 -- Shumin's bday
07 -- Howeeeeee's bday
08 -- Daddy's bday
09 -- Commsparade!
11 -- Politics exam, snowball
14 -- MY bday!!
15 -- End of term!!!!!!!! To London.
17 -- 07
18 -- Flying home!
19 -- Touchdown 1855 SQ321
30 -- Back to London

YOU'RE FALLING APART






AND BURSTING AT THE SEAMS
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Lyrics by: The Fray
martes, agosto 01, 2006
And it's too late, baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it

It's Too Late -- Carole King

Whoa, this song is kinda apt - the message I wanna send someone. Funny how sometimes lyrics can totally convey what you truly feel inside. Some music maestro just happens to come along and spin your emotions into a string of words that seem to somehow do your feelings justice.

Anyway, I'm sick :( Right now I'm staring at a mountain of tissuepaper on my desk. How come mucus never seems to run out. It's like someone has pulled the plug or something. MY NOSE IS LEAKING. Oh and I have the MOTHER of all pimples under my nose so whenever I blow my nose (which is very often) the tissue bumps against the Mother of All Pimples and it's damn painful.

Blue-eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
You can sew it up but you still see the tear
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
Baby's got blue skies up ahead
But in this I'm a rain cloud
Ours is a stormy kind of love
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing

The Sweetest Thing - U2
(The song I want at my funeral)


Vanessa Lim 3:57 p. m.