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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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Tuesday, August 25, 2009 She was just 5 years old, A slightly moody day; She couldn’t stay away from that river’s edge and I, I turned my back to count. All the daffodil seeds that surrounded, I closed my eyes and then heard the water wake up. And I. I can still hear that scream, It’s still lingering in the air, everywhere, mother please, save me; Grab my hand, I can’t, I can’t, I can still hear that face, sink beneath the waves. Baby, please breathe for me; Give me time, I am here. Where did you go ? Where’d you go ? Where’d you go ? Where’d you go ? Were the angels that lonely ? Couldn’t they suffice for anybody else ? Can’t everybody just lie to me ? She’s home, she’s home, crying for me now. Every night on a Monday, I will visit the same spot that I hate; Yes, the place that baby loved, Now she can taste it. It took her away. It’s been 5 years since then, And when it hits September; I feel like I’m dying again, Ian still won’t even talk to me. Talk to me, Isn’t this pain guilt enough ? I can’t even look out the window, Without seeing reflections distorted in the sun. And I. I can still hear that scream, It’s still lingering in the air, everywhere, mother please, save me; Grab my hand, I can’t, I can’t, I can still hear that face, sink beneath the waves. Baby, please breathe for me; Give me time, I am here. Where did you go ? Where’d you go ? Where’d you go ? Where’d you go ? Were the angels that lonely ? Couldn’t they suffice for anybody else ? Can’t everybody just lie to me ? She’s home, she’s home, crying for me now. Every night on a Monday, I will visit the same spot that I hate; Yes, the place that baby loved, Now she can taste it. It took her away. And when the pain hits me like gunshot, Ohh, and I’m heading on the way to the floor; I hear her name and it kills me. Bottles up. Bottles up. Bottles up. And I’m trying my best to hurt me, Ian says it’s never enough; A razor to the wrist for each unshed tear. Cough it up. Drink it up. Drink it up. Were the angels that lonely ? Couldn’t they suffice for anybody else ? Can’t everybody just lie to me ? She’s home, she’s home, crying for me now. Every night on a Monday, I will visit the same spot that I hate; Yes, the place that baby loved, Now she can taste it. It took her away. Oh, it took her away. Took her away. So I had a coma, When I crashed my car in the lake; And I saw your face baby, I knew it was no mistake. So I went to the doctor, And I told him oh my heart would break; If I couldn’t see you, He just gave me more pills. But I saw you up there, Still floating by the river; God you always loved that river, I bet your heaven looks just like it. Then I’ll like it too, Even though it scares me now when I’m alone; But when I’m with you, I’ll be just fine. I’ll be just fine. We can sit. We talk about, talk about ... Butterflies. Butterflies. Butterflies. Butterflies. Tuesday, August 4, 2009
How can a puncher be infested with real live cockroach eggs ?!! I feel an extreme itch all over my body. I was just testing the puncher to see whether I can check to see what's wrong with it. And I had to see it. FUCK. I am having goosebumps. And I have a very strong phobia of cockroaches. I had to press the puncher before I can actually see those eggs. Mizah tried to poke them with a bended paperclip but she said they were really hard. Eww. Can I just throw the stupid infested puncher far, far away ? | |
