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| Farewell Thanks XANGA. but i am not using this anymore. i changed my blog site. BUT i still keeping this. :D cheers! | | |
| Above the Winter Moonlight 
BLAH BLAH FUCK YOU! | | |
| Baby Dream In Cellophane  Greets Worldie. I had fucking F&N today right. And we made CHEESECAKE and BREAD PUDDING. Fuck the pudiing. Cheescake was pretty gooood. lol. ok. anw then after school, me, lens and beccccca went to NOVENA. i went to get my deo. lens went for Shoes, Becs went for a ring. AND we managed to get all! Woohoo! ok. and then dumb beccca forgot to.. Er i think i better not say it out here. but it was fuggin funnaye! Alrighty. Then school was as usual. Dash was sleeping in class during BIO like WOAH! hahah. fucking funny. Ok. And btw i am talking to Jemima also. Seriously la. No point fighting alr. I gave up. so i am happy now :D | | |
| Black Star Deceiver° Greets World. YESTURDAY a couple of my classmates and I went to watch the Promenade Preview. I thought it was pretty cool. yeah. And i didnt go home. I was with Mich from 2 to like 5.30 and then i went back to school. And we died there til 7.30. Lol. I went to Tp with Michelle Michael. And we saw Michelle MIKE. apparently Michelle Michael's bestfriend. Lol. then. Lol. I think i need more. urgh. to get things off my mind. If The World is gonna end, then why was it created in the first place? dumb seh. urg, I am SO fed up with alot of things. I really am. Alrighty then ciao for now! | | |
| Greets world. I am having ROCKINGHAM hotdogs now! I think my MP3 is spoilt. Eh walau. The batt dies damn fast la. Ok. anw. I think I like The Used, Escape the fate, ANd jack's mannequiN! eh walau. cannot la. seh. haha. Minesweeper is kinda fun to play. :D haha. anyhow nth is happening to i'm gonna stop blogging.. or writing. WOAH! No more By anasarca is BRUTAL!
I'm a fake- The Used Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. And I am not afraid to die; I'm not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight, I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pygmy sized cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid. To fill and spill over and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart. Love is not like anything, Especially a fucking knife! | | |
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