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Zara, 140990hotmail/facebook/tumblr Dysfunctional in my stupor, but if you look beneath the surface, you'd find whimsical serendipity. — Excuse me while I kiss the sky Poetry
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Disconnected mystery Disconnected with every entity. Tears of the sun, that have been dried up. Soundless music you sing your melody. Missing pieces of reality. Pain of knowing, comes inevitably. Should you know or not, that is a mystery. Saturday, December 5, 2009, 12:07 AM
Always __________ Have you ever done something against what everybody else you knew was doing? You know if you just did the right thing and just gone with those sacrifices, you know you might have given yourself at least a chance of making it? Instead, you let yourself doubt the fact you’d make it in the end, you end up choosing to give up and give yourself the excuse since you’ve been damned from the start, what’s the difference if you rush now? Won’t it be worse if you rushed it? Won’t you just make everything look like the bigger joke filled with more nonsensical bullshit? You go through all the possible consequences that could possibly happen in your mind, and you analyze each and every situation with the various emotions that would possibly follow after. You prepare yourself for the worse, even before it hits you. You’re constantly living with apart of you that will always be empty, always unsatisfied, always missing, always yearning, always displaced, always the same every day neither feeling happy nor sad. Have you...? Friday, December 4, 2009, 1:23 PM
3 weeks to christmas  I don't want a dress, I don't want a gadget, I don't want money, I don't want shoes, I don't want diamonds, I don't want books, I don't want anything but you. Thursday, December 3, 2009, 12:59 AM
The unexpected tree huggers I feel generous tonight, let me tell you a bedtime story. Ready? Volume 1 It was a Sunday night, August 9, 2009, everyone who knew and still know Miley, would know she was crazy about fireworks. She would find all means and all ways to drag everyone she was close to, to simple just watch the 15 minutes of colourful explosions on the Nation's birthday. Unfortunately, she didn't have much luck convincing them to follow her this year, she still managed to get 2 of her friends to drive her to a place close enough to catch a glimpse of the fireworks. After the long wait at the road blocks, and finally seeing bright light burst into golden dust in the black sky, Miley had a call to meet some other friends at a club. The idea of partying on a Sunday night did not please her at all. To make matters worse, she had run out of contact lens that day and the thought of wearing glasses to a club was the last thing she was going to do. With a little convincing here and there, she decided she would cross her heart and hoped the music would be good because that was all she was going for. With a black strappy sandals on and tad bit of makeup, she was good to go. The music booming in her ears, and faces of people she could hardly make out of due to her lack of her vision did not stop her from shaking her hips to the beats. Laughter and flashes was all that was clear to her, until she looked across the dance floor. In the distance not so far from her, she saw someone looking at her. From all the million thoughts that was going on in her mind suddenly seem to vanish in that briefest moment. Though she couldn't see him probably, she felt her none-existing heart beat a little harder than the previous one. She tried playing with her hair, but her cheeks gave her away. To her surprised, he turned back once more and smiled back at her. She looked away as quickly as she could, dragging along the wide smile she had hoping he didn't catch her blushing. She continued moving along to the music to find her back being pointing at to move towards the direction he was at. Knowing her friends had caught onto the guy she had been constantly gazing at, she took a step closer to him. He saw her moving, and without any hesitation, he walked up to her still smiling. " Hey.." He said while smiling. " Hi..." Miley broke out into a kiddish giggle. " I'm Harry, (laughs) " he continued smiling in his stupor. They carried on talking for a little, and soon enough she offered her number to him. Their eyes still locked, and their smiles ever so fixed, out of the blue, someone stops right in front of them. " OH, err Hey Miley...? " James said in confusion while looking at them. James and her had recently gotten a little closer and he told her he would look for her later that night. Looking at both James and Harry standing there, she was caught in between of a very awkward situation. This is the end of Volume 1. What did Miley do? Who did Miley choose? Stay tune for Volume 2. Friday, November 27, 2009, 6:06 PM
It's official my new camera is spoilt. , 4:54 PM
red canon Dear Camera, I know that I've dropped you many many times. Please, know that I love you, I promise I'll take better care of you the next time. Would you please come back to life now? |
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
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