It's always like dat i really hate it. I ran to my room. My door slam shut. I kicked my pillow and i pulled it back.
I scream like a lunatic. I look right into my mirror and my cosmetic blurred my eyes. I squeezed the teddy bear.
I saw it suffocating. I laughed. I did dat all because of. My blog. It's spoil. So I make a new one. Wait before dat.
I wanna slap myself for ruining it. And i wanna thanks Levina for the effort of my new blogskins.
But i don't really favor it. So i'm sorry. Ya. Erm. Anyway. It've been a long time since i changed my skin. Ohh. Okay.
I hate Plastic bags. To mii most of them look so auntie. I prefer paper bags. Foods are smile. But fats are frown.
I'm so happy dat i found this skin. My feet brings mii dancing out of my room. My finger stretch itself forcing the gate open.
The brains works. Calling the key. Anyway. In short. I just physically opened the door. My neighbor call for mii.
And he was awarded a big tight slap. Okay. This is so random. Overall watt i mean is i was happy. = . =".
This is my signature face. = . =" I love fullstops. No commas in my life. A full sentence and a fullstops.
A quick start and a quick end. Between the quick. It must be Slow. Commas tells everybody. It's still continuing.
And i don't like. 3RD of march is the first time my belly-button was tied. And of course it's also my last. Presently.
I've got Good boyfriend. Good brothers. Good family. Good seniors. Good studies. Good life. And a good type of Body shampoo.
My Soap is luminous. But i don't see my skin glitter nor shine. The promoter lied.
Okay saying about boyfriend. Love life. Still young. Enjoying. No comment :]
And brothers. School life. Hand-in-hand. Smiling. The-guys-without-mouth. They nvr tell my secret. Yes they do.
Among themself. My unglamorous attitude and doings. They tease and laugh. Calling names and insult.but we're still best friend .
Best brothers. And it's for life. I love each other :] Sound so gay! Pornographic. Dota. Babes. Maths. Basketball. They could score A.
Family. We're all weirdos. I've a sister and one mum and dad. Just like everybody. My mum is chio. But my dad are not.
My dad are humorous but my mum are not. My sister and mii are very different. In everyting. Find out for yaself
Seniors. Basically it's all regent seniors. May it be LSC. Basketball. Library. Chior. Handball. Redcross. Etc. Juniors rock too.
Studies. No preference. Watt given is watt to be known. Everyday i'll be staying in the library till 5 evening. Do drop by and say hii!
LIFE! Ohh ya. Read my everyday!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Sometime. When one cries.
The sky is filled wit sun rays. The angel don even bother to tear for one.
Or birds soaring high. Where is those sorrow they could have feel for one?.
Cloud foaming and clustering together. Nothing seem so much.
Or during some night. The dark is crowded with outstanding and individual stars.
Which shown nothing of one. Not even those glamours radiance and spotlight one had been. Or could even be.
The winds never fail to appease any soul. But now it was being irresponsible. To those who felt next to emotional. It nvr could console. Or it nvr tried to.
The music of the commonly played fan never fail to make one home familiar and a home to be at. But the heart of one can make one feel so practice-not-made-perfect. One so unfamiliar.
One dat have felt so much pull up and push down. One dat have felt more than those punch left and kick right.
Is one dat don accept the condolence or one dat never tried to produce?. Is the thought that count or the T-shirt dat count?. After all. Not all beings could feel for one. They've to feel for it's own.
Who bother one?. No one bother one. Onii one bother one.
Angel don tears for one like one don't tear for an angel.
We've no bond. Onii names. Names dat determine kindness or wattever.
Don expect to take some good. Expect to give some good.