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Now I can breathe
turn my insides out and smother me.


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Let me be the one who calls you baby all the time.

M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period.

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©Glamouresque.
Monday, July 27, 2009
You'll ignite the sky.

And it's still so hard, to be who you are.
So you play this part,
The show goes on.
You've come this far with a broken heart.
Yeah, you've come this far,
You're broken.


Well, spent my night yesterday on the phone with (L) watching the Liverpool match with Singapore. Heeeee, 5-0. I yelled when F. Torres yanked his jersey off :O (L) got jealous. You're still the hottest to me (: But, serious. F. Torres was like, effing hot. And I screamed when the Liverpool players emerged from, nowhere. I did, (L) was laughing. Haha.

I have a jam-packed week. But I still have time to actually, post. I'm still pondering about my actions here. I can't believe I actually revised my Geography notes. Well, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna flunk. Mr Leng's not like Mr Tan. It's because of Mr Leng, that we're gonna lose interest in Geography. So, yeah, I'm basically gonna flunk Geography. Had swimming today, was a short lesson, cause we arrived late. Some teacher kept us waiting at the parade square. Bloody fool .___. Learnt some life-saving skills. Me, Hannah, Amelia and Amanda were laughing our asses off. Haha. Oh, I FORGOT TO BRING SARAFEENA ALONG TO SCHOOL! I just realised that when I went to salam Asyiqin, Sabrina and Syawalina, then Asyiqin asked "Where's your flour baby?" Then I turned to (L), and I was like, "OMG. Sayang, I forgot Saraaaaa!" I'm such a freaking bad parent. And, if you're wondering who Sarafeena is, she's my flour baby :D Heee, full name would be : Nur Sarafeena Allamanda binte ... The name of my daughter's father is still unknown, for now. I'm only fourteen, still got like, a long way to go.

Sara is adorable <3
Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe.