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Further Description of MYSELF : She expresses herself through fashion, food, her lyrical writings, music and photography. She organized her first gig, The Cynosure Theatre at the Singpore Art's House when she was barely 16 years old. She enjoys meeting up with her dearest girlfriends and enjoy late night sessions of crapping, gossiping and smoking. A self pro-claimed Facebook addict. An avid blogger on most days when she doesn't suffer from bitch fits. A person with flair and personality who doesn't resort to back hand tactics. It makes her look all timid. Like she emphasizes, if you are hating then stop staring. Then, again. Everyone is a critique. And, I am extremely vulgar. Did she mention that she has an obsession and addiction to a one-weird-eight-inch fetish ? Tweet ♥ 
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Monday, June 22, 2009 The walls have crumbled, Her heart has shattered; She's facing it alone, There is no one home. She's cried her dead heart out, She's lost in her own cloud; She is waiting to be found, She screams and there's no sound. In the midst of hysteria, She needs her saviour; He will save her from time to time again, Tonight, she has waited in vain. She slashed her wrists to ease, The wounds she see, will please; Maybe, it will numb her pain, Who knows she might smile again. She is broken, It was stolen; It was never cared for, She will shut those doors. Alone, in her hell, Only time will tell; She wrote this song to make her smile, It did but only for a while. Thursday, June 18, 2009 Mania at the Singapore Flyer. Wednesday, June 17, 2009 B Squared. I guess I shouldn't have reacted that way towards my boy. But I was so not in the mood. Then, I had to inflict my anger on him because he wanted to go out with friends. I just need him so badly now. The thing is, I am ultra exhausted. I am lost for words. I just wish that time would stop revolving so that I can take a deep breath and slow down. Even for a second. Maybe, I could actually smell and touch the flowers. "You wont understand and every time I tell you, I'd start crying. I am in the midst of hysteria. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. This is really taking a toll on me. If one day, I really break down and lose myself, I'd never stop loving you, ever." Is this a test or something ? Because, I feel unprepared at the moment. I am confused while they instruct me from a hypocritical stand. I dislike the stereotype as it shatters me slowly. I need my strength once again. Undeniably, while I type this post, tears roll down my eyes. I have weakened subtly. Am I not me, the girl who I was before ? Have I lost all courage and motivation to carry on ? The girl who always exude that aura of confidence is disintergrating into dust. I no longer laugh or smile at the sight of them. I hate them so much. Why are they doing this to me ? Some people, whom I use to respect is giving me an impression that they are as cunning as a burglar or a thief in a damp, dark alley. Things at the crib isn't getting better either. I hadn't been talking to Mama lately. But I have a feeling that she knows I am down and out. I guess I have to keep quiet and bottle it up once more. I am not as complicated as it seems. I am just a normal human being who reads deeply between the damn fine lines and hidden loopholes. I am someone who deeply interpretes a sentence into deeper meanings. I guess I brought my guard down too low that I have became vulnerable. The wound has cut me way too deep. Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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