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Hi my name is so and so, sometimes when i'm bored, i draw people in my head. I listen to music a lot but the best times are usually when i'm on the bus. I don't think many people know about me because I keep a low profile. On days when i'm upset, i paint my toe nails and red is my favourite color. I have white feet, they remind me of porcelain. My eyes resemble almonds and my lids look like define lines imprinted in clay. I wish I were somebody else, maybe superman perhaps, my red cape in the wind, ever so free. My blog is a collection of my perspectives, thoughts and emotions. I write when I write, what I write. Your critcism is not welcomed.
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time: 10:55 PM
date: Saturday, February 11, 2006
durgga : PHEW. i just finished photo copying like over 25 copies of rck evac fa oa which i didnt have from hayyu's file. which was photo copied from yj's file. what if some one photocopied from me ? what a long line of photo copying. im just telling liyana about this incident wif me & _____. LIYANA CHEER UP OKAY! dont care about the mango & pie situation. and we realised that we dont pon lesson, its MISS LOW! we come so dilligently to her class, waiting so eagerly for her to start her wonderful lesson of english, and then she doesnt come, can eu imagine our disappoinment & feeling of betrayal ? hahha whatever. even if miss low comes, she lectures us so much. how sadd. they say we are not sec ones anymore. in sec ones, they say we not primary six. and the line goes on and on. wth right. i just went this morning ard one to the thaipusam festival. i was carrying milk kudam (: im not sure how to translate, kudam as in pot on our heads, we cant put it down. we walked like 2 hours from one temple to another on the road barefoot. we passed park lane or something, but then the light in some of the letters was gone and it became arkl ne. me and my cousin were laughing at that and she was telling about the exchange students in her poly and their accents. the problem is eu have to keep uer back super straight cos eur hands are holding the pot on eur head and eu cant stop walking or bend eur back.. the road some times got rocks and they cut eur feet. and we kept stopping cos of the jam at the temple. i tell eu i had the urge to put down my pot but had to endure. hahha sounds like red cross ? in the end, i finally managed to pour the milk i carried at the temple. it was around four and i was so tired. i came home and slept until 10 even though i slept on friday from 4 to 8 and then i went to my aunts house ard 11 to 12 and i slept there one more hour, i still was sleepy. cos its so damn tiring! this is my fourth year. (: i think i started doing it when i got this big red itchy bumps on my legs & arms and my mum vowed to god that if i lose the bumps, she would take me to thaipusam. after that, the bumps stopped. my mother is so proud of it that she cant stop repeating. its nice to do lah, cos eu feel like eu have achieved something. (: byebye, off to early sleep today.