Drain the veins in my head,
Clean out the reds in my eyes to get by security lines.
Dear X Ray machine,
Pretend you don't know me so well.
I won't tell if you lied.
Cry, 'cause your droughts been brought up,
Drinkin' cause you're looking so good in your Starbucks cup,
I complain for the company that I keep.
The windows for sleeping, rearranging when I'm nobody.
Well, who's laughing now? I'm leaving your town again.
And I'm over the cloud that you've been spinning.
And I'm up in the air, so baby, hell yeah.
Well honey I can see your house from here.
If the plane goes down, damn.
Well, I'll remember where the love was found.
If the plane goes down, damn.
__________ Jason Mraz, Plane.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
323. Indescribable feeling.
I've been out of practice, hadn't held that bat in a long time.
And the scariest thing of all.
Is that when I write, I write with no emotions attached.
But this time, it's different.
You have my heart in your hands.
And that anything you do to it, might just kill me.
It's like I'm standing at the pitcher, and I'm asking me to hit home run.
It's been months, years.
I don't allow myself to do it.
I don't know what's holding me back.
I would give half my arm to even figure a little of it out.
And the scariest thing of all.
Is that when I write, I write with no emotions attached.
But this time, it's different.
You have my heart in your hands.
And that anything you do to it, might just kill me.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
322. It's getting hectic everywhere that I go.
Papa wanders around. He looks bewildered by the flashing traffic lights, and the growling sounds that a car makes as it zooms past, splattering the poor old man with the rivulets of the downpour. He smiles up to the sky, bits of rainwater splashing into his blue, glassy eyes. He raised his thin arms to catch each teardrop, his laugh erupts from his chest, and closing his eyes, he fades away into the cold gray stones of the pavement, his laughter bringing him away from his pains.
Obtruding from his fingerless gloves were scrawny, gaunt knuckles, sore and calloused from blows. His skinny frame was draped over by layers of soft linen and a hunk of thick wool coat. His scraggly white hair ran down his face, over his knobby shoulders, clumped and unwashed. His cheek bones protruded from his emaciated face, pronouncing his sunken in cheeks, and thin, cracked, ashen lips. His eyes however sparkled with child like interest at every little thing.
He walks into coffee shops, stares at the lazily spinning fan for an hour just to count how many blades there are. He stands on the asphalt road, listening to the crackle of the dried leaves as they crumbled beneath his feet. He strikes a match, and covers the orange flames in his cold hands, endures the burns and watch till the last of it dies away, before smiling with much amusement.
What is he?
“Insane,” most people would put it. “Hush. Leave that poor man alone,” some say, sympathy choking up their voices.
But what was is really?
Nothing anyone said affected him, nothing. He was happily unaware of the insults or looks that could kill that were thrown his way. He laughed simply because there was no reason not to. He sang praises of Gods and recited his favourite poems out loud. He lived the streets like it was his to keep. He danced around the lamp posts like a main actor in a musical. And was that so wrong? Was it wrong for him to do as he pleased?
He was blissfully happy to be in his own world, a pure, chaste, virtuous, unsullied emotion that wrapped him up like silk blankets, and held him dear. To him, his stale bread was like loaves fresh from the oven, layered with butter and soaked in honey. To him, a simple jacket was like warm wool, knitted perfectly to break the cold winds. To him, an effortless smile could light up his whole day, as much as how a joyful gurgle from a child could send him roaring into laughter, till tears swarm his vision. He was luminous in the darkness, solid when everything was lucid.
No one notices it because every day, everyone walks past Papa without looking back twice. They didn’t think of him, or of his insanity. They concentrate on their grief, troubles, problems, tribulations. They were busy making deals on the phone, arguing with their wives, their thoughts lingering on what they are missing out, all things they regret in life.
Do you think they are the ones who are truly happy?
No. Never.
You want to know who is?
There, that crazy old man at the sidewalk, his straggly hair blowing in the wind, his hands lifted to the rains, his mouth a silent prayer, a little twinkle in his blue, glassy eyes.
That's all true happiness can ever be.
Obtruding from his fingerless gloves were scrawny, gaunt knuckles, sore and calloused from blows. His skinny frame was draped over by layers of soft linen and a hunk of thick wool coat. His scraggly white hair ran down his face, over his knobby shoulders, clumped and unwashed. His cheek bones protruded from his emaciated face, pronouncing his sunken in cheeks, and thin, cracked, ashen lips. His eyes however sparkled with child like interest at every little thing.
He walks into coffee shops, stares at the lazily spinning fan for an hour just to count how many blades there are. He stands on the asphalt road, listening to the crackle of the dried leaves as they crumbled beneath his feet. He strikes a match, and covers the orange flames in his cold hands, endures the burns and watch till the last of it dies away, before smiling with much amusement.
What is he?
“Insane,” most people would put it. “Hush. Leave that poor man alone,” some say, sympathy choking up their voices.
But what was is really?
Nothing anyone said affected him, nothing. He was happily unaware of the insults or looks that could kill that were thrown his way. He laughed simply because there was no reason not to. He sang praises of Gods and recited his favourite poems out loud. He lived the streets like it was his to keep. He danced around the lamp posts like a main actor in a musical. And was that so wrong? Was it wrong for him to do as he pleased?
He was blissfully happy to be in his own world, a pure, chaste, virtuous, unsullied emotion that wrapped him up like silk blankets, and held him dear. To him, his stale bread was like loaves fresh from the oven, layered with butter and soaked in honey. To him, a simple jacket was like warm wool, knitted perfectly to break the cold winds. To him, an effortless smile could light up his whole day, as much as how a joyful gurgle from a child could send him roaring into laughter, till tears swarm his vision. He was luminous in the darkness, solid when everything was lucid.
No one notices it because every day, everyone walks past Papa without looking back twice. They didn’t think of him, or of his insanity. They concentrate on their grief, troubles, problems, tribulations. They were busy making deals on the phone, arguing with their wives, their thoughts lingering on what they are missing out, all things they regret in life.
Do you think they are the ones who are truly happy?
No. Never.
You want to know who is?
There, that crazy old man at the sidewalk, his straggly hair blowing in the wind, his hands lifted to the rains, his mouth a silent prayer, a little twinkle in his blue, glassy eyes.
That's all true happiness can ever be.
__________
I haven't written in a while. Forgive my stale choice of topic.
321. The truth.
My birthday is on the 14th of August.
Never question my phobia of dragonflies.
I can either fully love or fully hate a person.
Everything in between is confusion.
I think and over analyse to a point of self destruction.
I have intentionally said things to hurt other people.
I regret it 90% of the time.
I am lazy. As hell.
I am determined.
Lazy wins determination over more times that I would like it to.
I love shopping.
I can't seem to save up enough money to buy expensive things.
Proof? I have loads of little things, but little big items.
3 Fedoras, 1 Barret, 3 Beanies, 2 sun hats.
1 bed.
I remember a lot of my dreams.
Most of the time is because they don't make sense.
I'm a vicious hugger.
I don't take words lightly.
I'm nonsensical, because I believe going insane is the true meaning of happiness.
I say I don't really care about what other people think of me.
Sometimes, it still hurts.
My masked expression covers most of what I feel inside.
Not everything can make this pain go away.
Chocolate can.
Words are... as important as speaking them out.
I speak my mind, at times when I think is right.
I have 4 best friends, which 3 of them are guys and one of them is a bitch ♥
I don't lay my heart on a platter.
I don't believe in true love.
Anymore.
Never question my phobia of dragonflies.
I can either fully love or fully hate a person.
Everything in between is confusion.
I think and over analyse to a point of self destruction.
I have intentionally said things to hurt other people.
I regret it 90% of the time.
I am lazy. As hell.
I am determined.
Lazy wins determination over more times that I would like it to.
I love shopping.
I can't seem to save up enough money to buy expensive things.
Proof? I have loads of little things, but little big items.
3 Fedoras, 1 Barret, 3 Beanies, 2 sun hats.
1 bed.
I remember a lot of my dreams.
Most of the time is because they don't make sense.
I'm a vicious hugger.
I don't take words lightly.
I'm nonsensical, because I believe going insane is the true meaning of happiness.
I say I don't really care about what other people think of me.
Sometimes, it still hurts.
My masked expression covers most of what I feel inside.
Not everything can make this pain go away.
Chocolate can.
Words are... as important as speaking them out.
I speak my mind, at times when I think is right.
I have 4 best friends, which 3 of them are guys and one of them is a bitch ♥
I don't lay my heart on a platter.
I don't believe in true love.
Anymore.
This is me.
And all I think I'll ever be.
For now.
320. And all the bad boys standing in the shadows, and the good girls are holding broken hearts.
I wanna free fall out into nothing.
I'm gonna leave this world for a while.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
319. Somewhere, wherever you are.
Tell me you are not totally, utterly swooned and I'll bet you, you have no heart.
I wonder where you are .
And what you’ve written so far .
Your life story is an enchantment to me
In knowing I will someday be part of it .
You don’t know who I am . Or where I am .
It could be a long time before you find out .
These city lights may never shine your way .
Your symphony might lay unwritten; and your song left silent .
But I will be a blessed man to earn the honor of making you smile .
I’ll live for you before you know it .
The sun won’t ever set on my virtue .
All I have is enough time to improve myself
And ultimately rival the horizon of your elegance .
These days will inevitably become the past .
And we’ll sit and talk about them sometime .
By then, any memories of days when you felt lonely will disperse .
Because you’ll know even then, I was out here .
Working hard to somehow . someday . gain the unfailing ability
To promise you happiness before you know it .
You’ll be a part of my life before you realize I’m even living .
I have faith that you exist . You’re here in my reality somewhere .
And I know I won’t be imagining you forever .
You’re going to be wonderful .
So I need to be that, too .
I can’t paint your picture . Or assemble your image .
Your existence shatters the capacity of my expectations
And I couldn’t even compose a fiction beyond your marvel
If I had an infinite power of boundless exaggeration .
You’re going to change what I believe in life and love .
And what I believe I love about life .
Regardless of how I prepare, I don’t think I’ll ever truly be ready
For that first moment your eyes strike me frozen .
Truly, that will be both the defeat and victory of my spirit .
I’ll have to find a thousand new ways to express myself .
You’ll have me frequently distracted, disoriented, and speechless .
But never regretful to find myself that way .
I used to think that I’d be able to write the most captivating poem
About you . After I know you better .
However, once I finally meet you, I doubt I’ll write anything .
Because everything about you, will be beautifully unexplainable .
So I’m going to spend my time writing for you now .
Until these words grow to fail in value .
At the mercy of your truth .
____ Ryan Conferido.
Member of Quest Crew.
I wonder where you are .
And what you’ve written so far .
Your life story is an enchantment to me
In knowing I will someday be part of it .
You don’t know who I am . Or where I am .
It could be a long time before you find out .
These city lights may never shine your way .
Your symphony might lay unwritten; and your song left silent .
But I will be a blessed man to earn the honor of making you smile .
I’ll live for you before you know it .
The sun won’t ever set on my virtue .
All I have is enough time to improve myself
And ultimately rival the horizon of your elegance .
These days will inevitably become the past .
And we’ll sit and talk about them sometime .
By then, any memories of days when you felt lonely will disperse .
Because you’ll know even then, I was out here .
Working hard to somehow . someday . gain the unfailing ability
To promise you happiness before you know it .
You’ll be a part of my life before you realize I’m even living .
I have faith that you exist . You’re here in my reality somewhere .
And I know I won’t be imagining you forever .
You’re going to be wonderful .
So I need to be that, too .
I can’t paint your picture . Or assemble your image .
Your existence shatters the capacity of my expectations
And I couldn’t even compose a fiction beyond your marvel
If I had an infinite power of boundless exaggeration .
You’re going to change what I believe in life and love .
And what I believe I love about life .
Regardless of how I prepare, I don’t think I’ll ever truly be ready
For that first moment your eyes strike me frozen .
Truly, that will be both the defeat and victory of my spirit .
I’ll have to find a thousand new ways to express myself .
You’ll have me frequently distracted, disoriented, and speechless .
But never regretful to find myself that way .
I used to think that I’d be able to write the most captivating poem
About you . After I know you better .
However, once I finally meet you, I doubt I’ll write anything .
Because everything about you, will be beautifully unexplainable .
So I’m going to spend my time writing for you now .
Until these words grow to fail in value .
At the mercy of your truth .
____ Ryan Conferido.
Member of Quest Crew.
319. D-Trix's list of 20 things he's learnt abt a woman.
2. If you tell a girl ” we should fight ” and she agrees.. she too wants to have sex .
3. Learn 100% about her in exchange for the least amount of 1% about you .
4. Tell them how much you love your mom; however, not to much to get them scared .
5. If she farts, get the hell out .
6. Unexpected gifts ( no matter how cheap ) are just as good if not better then whatever you get her on her bday .
7. Random and Spontanious gets them closer .
8. Predictable and usual pushes them away .
9. Always remember the 2 C’s: “Comedy and Confidence” .
10. Shoot them some money and they will stay, shoot them with cum and they might get mad, shoot them and they will die .
HOK IS IN A TEXTBOOK?!?!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
318. 3.59am.
3.59am
Chuck Bass.
4.00am.
I'm thinking about how much it sucks being single, awake this late at night, having pms, and drinking teh ais.
4.02am.
Nine West and Aldo are following me on Twitter! (:
4.04am.
I wish you places,
that sit so still.
Where people never ever change.
Never ever will.
I wish I could hold you,
and make you understand.
I wish I could be there.
But I can't.
___ Marc Broussard.
4.08am.
I'm thinking of you.
Do you know that?
(:
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4.43am.
I've been alone for exactly 24 minutes.
The loneliness is terrifying.
It's too quiet, too quiet.
317. Photoshoot with my favourite boys.
The Man.
Who's been there for me a lot.
Who's never ever seen me cry.
Who's always there when I seem to want to.
Who gives me hugs when I'm pissed.
Who gives me hugs whatever my mood.
Who is vain as hell.
But who cares.
The Brother.
The childish, uncorrupted, kiddie, crazy, psychotic brother.
Who's been there to argue with.
Who's been there to talk to.
Who's been there to bitch about someone else.
Who's been there to drive me around.
Who's been there to give me advice.
Who's been there to shove all the things he does better than me in my face.
(:
The... Woah.
Who's been there for everytime I felt like the world is deprived of happiness.
Who's been there for everytime I felt like the world is deprived of happiness.
Who's been there to help me hold my things.
Who's been there to help me row the kayak cause I suck at maneuvering stuff.
Who's been there to brighten up my day.
Who's been there to let everyone tell him he looks like a 13 year old.
Who's been there to act like he's 5.
Just wanted you guys to know.
That you hold the fragile pieces of my heart together.
That I'll always tell you guys how much you mean to me.
That I will call you and disturb you throughout your lives.
That I will ask my kids to disturb your kids throughout their lives.
(:
That deep down inside.
We're inseparable, fused together like super super super super glue.
Forever and ever until the world becomes an obliterating volcano, and kills us all with underwear.
316. Tired, sick.
You know what? I'm wiping my hands clean of all your shit. Does that truly make you happy? Does that make you want to jump for joy and spring in the air? You're not the only victim here, you poison everyone around you with your loneliness, suck out all the happiness in the vicinity the moment you come into the picture, stick out like a sore, pampered thumb.
You expect everyone to sympathize with you and understand your situation. You expect them to be able to be there for you when your mood swing switches from depressing to trying to slice everyone's heads off with your sharp silence, and cutting sarcasm. You don't expect us to get pissed off back after trying to help you, and getting fucked up responses.
I'm wiping my hands off your shit.
And, you know what? I actually think she was right to let go because if she didn't, you'd be holding onto her, sucking out all her life like a leech. She is the Puppeteer, and you are the puppet. But she doesn't have your heart anymore, you've tied the strings on too tight, and now she's cut all the threads.
315. Patterns accross my window.
I don't look like I want anything.
It looks like I've ran through life, grabbed every opportunity I could get my hands on, and gone on ahead and done it. But I haven't. The opportunities are hidden in my pockets, struggling to push away these hands jammed tight, scrunching into fists around them. You tell me, you tell me why the heck is it so hard for me to try again. You tell me how many lives have been sabotaged by it, you tell me about oceans of tears tha have been shed, the hundreds and thousands of sounds or hearts breaking all over the world.
You tell me why I live my life like I do.
Cause I'm scared.
In fact I'm terrified.
And no one in this god damn world can do any shit about it.
Monday, September 21, 2009
314. Sex is an injection with affection to the midsection from a projection without any objection, hopefully no infection! :D
Power savings, baby.
Screw it, me first.
Haa, when it comes to boys (;
>:)
.)
Enjoyy.
Friday, September 18, 2009
312. Wayfarers. Yummy.
1. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?
Yup.
2. A big poof dress or a short party dress?
Either way, depends on the occasion.
3. What would you do if you received a long love letter?
Read it?
4. Group dates or single dates?
Idk. Group sounds more fun.
5. Do you hate it when guys act different around their friends?
If they act a littlemore goofy go ahead. If it's smug, kiss my ass goodbye.
6. Are diamonds a girl’s best friend?
Wayfarers and plaid t's, F21, Vans, and Nichii are a girl's best friend.
7. Is your hair up or down today?
Just back from ballet so it's upp.
8. Do you straighten your hair?
Nooope.
9. Favorite mascara:
Dont use any. My eyelashes are this ( - ) short.
11. Small or large purse?
Small vintage ones for dinners, and large ones for shopping (;
12. In your purse, what are your must haves?
Cash. Phone. Body butter. (CALCULATOR LOL HINT HINT WINK WINK)
13. Jeans or sweats?
Jeans. Most definitely.
14. Do you wear clothes/shoes/jewelry that’s uncomfortable?
Sometimes when I'm up to squeezing my watermelon body into a Coke bottle.
15. Do you text message a lot?
Yesh.
16. What would you do if you got pregnant?
Freak out, and then figure out who the heck the father is.
17. What’s your favorite color?
PURPLE. Those who dont know can suck my Madonna's coneshaped boobs.
18. Heels or flats?
Depends. Heels are pretty, flats are comfy.
19. Did you ever cry during a romantic movie?
HAHA. Umm.
20. Would you ever leave the house without make-up on?
Yup. School? Hello?
21. Walmart or Target?
Both.
22. Do you wear collared T-shirts?
Sometimes.
23. Do you like preppy boys?
Not too preppy, but yupp.
24. Do you think lip gloss is the best?
No. They're fucking sticky.
25. Do you own any big sunglasses?
Used to, till I sat on it. WAYFARERS!
26. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
As long as I want to.
27. Do you like to wear band-aids?
=_=
28. Do you like skater boys?
You fall and have bones jutting out of your skin, I'll tell you I'm not a doctor and I don't study biology.
29. Do you often wish there was something you could change?
Yes.
30. Gold or silver?
White gold.
31. Do you like to receive flowers?
No, I like papers rolled into California rolls with dog shit splattered all over.
32. Do you like surfer boys?
The tans. The bodies. Shivers.
33. Do you dress up for the holidays?
Umm. Yeah, I guess. When I go out.
34. Do you like to wear dresses?
Dresses are a fetish (;
35. On a scale of 1-10 how much do guys confuse you?
3.Guys are simple. Drink, drank, drunk, drama. LOL.
36. In the last 48 hours have you hung out with a guy?
Yupp. Lots in fact. Lool, but we're like family so I'm good.
37. Would you date a guy shorter than you?
I dont think I would.
38. Do you like to hold hands?
Sweaty palms. Ugh. I prefer holding the waist or smth :D
39. What is the youngest you would date?
Never younger than me. You're dating people the same age and they tell you things that an 8 year old tells their parents. Not a purdy sight.
40. What is the oldest you would date?
21.
41. What do you notice when you first meet a guy?
Hair. Complexion. Eyes. Nose. Arms. Clothes.
42. Is it hot when guys sweat?
Sometimes, but I dont go near cause they smell, then it's a turn off.
43. What is the best feature in a guy?
Humour. Carefreeness.
44. Do you like making eye contact?
It's... Amusing.
46. Would you kill for chocolate?
I'll stab you 36 times in the head if you deny my endorphines.
47. Did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy?
Nope, your point is for the guy to like you, not want to grab your boobs.
48. On a scale from 1-10 how fun is shopping?
8.
49. Do you freak out if you miss your favorite show?
Um. Don't really watch any. There's always youtube.
50. Do you yell a lot?
(:
51. Do you wear sweat pants to work/school?
No.
52. Have you ever dressed unlike yourself to impress a guy?
No.
53. Do you write a lot of mushy love poems?
(:
54. What makeup could you not live w/o?
Eyeliner. Oh, god. Eyeliner.
55. Do you fall in love easily?
Never.
56. Do you have cramps?
Nope. But I had stitches at ballet.
57. Do you think you have the bestest friend ever?
Yes. Yu Hui. Shaun. Ryan.
Yup.
2. A big poof dress or a short party dress?
Either way, depends on the occasion.
3. What would you do if you received a long love letter?
Read it?
4. Group dates or single dates?
Idk. Group sounds more fun.
5. Do you hate it when guys act different around their friends?
If they act a littlemore goofy go ahead. If it's smug, kiss my ass goodbye.
6. Are diamonds a girl’s best friend?
Wayfarers and plaid t's, F21, Vans, and Nichii are a girl's best friend.
7. Is your hair up or down today?
Just back from ballet so it's upp.
8. Do you straighten your hair?
Nooope.
9. Favorite mascara:
Dont use any. My eyelashes are this ( - ) short.
11. Small or large purse?
Small vintage ones for dinners, and large ones for shopping (;
12. In your purse, what are your must haves?
Cash. Phone. Body butter. (CALCULATOR LOL HINT HINT WINK WINK)
13. Jeans or sweats?
Jeans. Most definitely.
14. Do you wear clothes/shoes/jewelry that’s uncomfortable?
Sometimes when I'm up to squeezing my watermelon body into a Coke bottle.
15. Do you text message a lot?
Yesh.
16. What would you do if you got pregnant?
Freak out, and then figure out who the heck the father is.
17. What’s your favorite color?
PURPLE. Those who dont know can suck my Madonna's coneshaped boobs.
18. Heels or flats?
Depends. Heels are pretty, flats are comfy.
19. Did you ever cry during a romantic movie?
HAHA. Umm.
20. Would you ever leave the house without make-up on?
Yup. School? Hello?
21. Walmart or Target?
Both.
22. Do you wear collared T-shirts?
Sometimes.
23. Do you like preppy boys?
Not too preppy, but yupp.
24. Do you think lip gloss is the best?
No. They're fucking sticky.
25. Do you own any big sunglasses?
Used to, till I sat on it. WAYFARERS!
26. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
As long as I want to.
27. Do you like to wear band-aids?
=_=
28. Do you like skater boys?
You fall and have bones jutting out of your skin, I'll tell you I'm not a doctor and I don't study biology.
29. Do you often wish there was something you could change?
Yes.
30. Gold or silver?
White gold.
31. Do you like to receive flowers?
No, I like papers rolled into California rolls with dog shit splattered all over.
32. Do you like surfer boys?
The tans. The bodies. Shivers.
33. Do you dress up for the holidays?
Umm. Yeah, I guess. When I go out.
34. Do you like to wear dresses?
Dresses are a fetish (;
35. On a scale of 1-10 how much do guys confuse you?
3.Guys are simple. Drink, drank, drunk, drama. LOL.
36. In the last 48 hours have you hung out with a guy?
Yupp. Lots in fact. Lool, but we're like family so I'm good.
37. Would you date a guy shorter than you?
I dont think I would.
38. Do you like to hold hands?
Sweaty palms. Ugh. I prefer holding the waist or smth :D
39. What is the youngest you would date?
Never younger than me. You're dating people the same age and they tell you things that an 8 year old tells their parents. Not a purdy sight.
40. What is the oldest you would date?
21.
41. What do you notice when you first meet a guy?
Hair. Complexion. Eyes. Nose. Arms. Clothes.
42. Is it hot when guys sweat?
Sometimes, but I dont go near cause they smell, then it's a turn off.
43. What is the best feature in a guy?
Humour. Carefreeness.
44. Do you like making eye contact?
It's... Amusing.
46. Would you kill for chocolate?
I'll stab you 36 times in the head if you deny my endorphines.
47. Did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy?
Nope, your point is for the guy to like you, not want to grab your boobs.
48. On a scale from 1-10 how fun is shopping?
8.
49. Do you freak out if you miss your favorite show?
Um. Don't really watch any. There's always youtube.
50. Do you yell a lot?
(:
51. Do you wear sweat pants to work/school?
No.
52. Have you ever dressed unlike yourself to impress a guy?
No.
53. Do you write a lot of mushy love poems?
(:
54. What makeup could you not live w/o?
Eyeliner. Oh, god. Eyeliner.
55. Do you fall in love easily?
Never.
56. Do you have cramps?
Nope. But I had stitches at ballet.
57. Do you think you have the bestest friend ever?
Yes. Yu Hui. Shaun. Ryan.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
311. In the sea of helpless, but see I never learn how to swim. Somebody save me.
I'm surrounded by people, but I feel alone.
Do you know what that feels like?
It's astoundingly, heart wrenchingly painful.
It's like a fuse, an inseperable piece of heart ache and loss.
Just want someone to give a fucking damn.
Somebody save me, or I swear.
I'd let go.
Do you know what that feels like?
It's astoundingly, heart wrenchingly painful.
It's like a fuse, an inseperable piece of heart ache and loss.
Just want someone to give a fucking damn.
Somebody save me, or I swear.
I'd let go.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
310. We're sidestepping back to back, on eggshells with hairline cracks.
The bitch and me rushed our class page and it didn't look too bad (: We slept kinda late, and woke up kinda late and took a cab to schoool :P
My fanatical obsession with McD's at midnight.
Had a last meet with Eugene, Willy (who's unber thin now), and this guy called Thannin.
My fanatical obsession with McD's at midnight.*insertfangirlyscreamhere*
Had a last meet with Eugene, Willy (who's unber thin now), and this guy called Thannin.
I hope you have lots of fun in Sungapore, Gene.
And don't go all crazy during the weekends.
And don't go all crazy during the weekends.
I'm gonna miss our talks lol (:
Monday, September 14, 2009
309. Playing lovers in an unloving world.
"Fo Shizzle Ma Nizzle" , or in this case "Fo' Shizzeth, My Nizzeth."GOES A FREAKIN LONG WAAAAY.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
308. To my dearest, craziest friend in the whole wide universe.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AZALEA! :DHope you had a great one .
Sorry I couldn't commeeee )):
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYAN MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER! :D You'll always know how much I love youu.
You mean much of my world, and I hope you had a great birthday with us (:
Lalalove you forever and ever, till the world stops growing trees.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
307. Outing with my bitch and whatnot.
I had an outing with my crazy bitch yesterday, and it was the bomb. So okay, I spent too much money for my liking but I DONT CARE (:
Ma crazy bitch (;
DIGGING IN PADINI YUMMMSS :D
Eating at that Taiwan Street place (: Seafood Tempura.
A yummy RM5.50
Bitch, buying her Starbucks (:
Fuckin proof of getting my ears pierces. AGAIN :D
Thanks to this mega, piercing dude.
Thanks to this mega, piercing dude.
Favourite picture of the day (:
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