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Now I can breathe
turn my insides out and smother me.
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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. Tagboard
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Saturday, September 5, 2009
hot sweat and blurry eyes. Another night, another dream wasted on you. What's odd, is that I'm currently chatting with Ashiq. Haha. I don't usually chat on MSN actually. MSN to me is like, a portal for people to kacau me when I'm busy. Haha. Okay, nevermind. I blistered my left index finger, too many failed attempts of making myself look cool strumming my guitar .__. Spent yesterday afternoon with (L), Rasyid, Haziq and Asyiqin at T1,T2,T3. I was like, so jakun. Cause I have never taken the train to the airport before! Oh, and the skytrain was so cooool. Yeah, breaked fast @ MACs, cause POPEYE's had no seats ;( Haha. I couldn't let go of (L)'s hand. Haha. Trained back home with (L) and gazed at the stars and the full moon under some void deck near my home. It sucks having to sleep alone at night sometimes in a dark dark room. And I need (L). |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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