"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."

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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: 9:47 PM
date: Sunday, June 11, 2006
durgga ; im v v pissed off at this person now, trying to take out my anger here. D: that asshole blew my secret, & now blew off all the trust i had. fuckedup belt. :/ tmr is rc activity, i spent the whole night ytd learning cpr, like memorising all the steps. i guess im being damn paranoid lah but that mannequin is damn tough! D: its mouth is like so rigid, so how to stick & seal our mouth there in the first place? haiyer. mannequins are also v v creepy in a weird way. & this morning, i forced my mother to sit down & i practised arm/elevation sling on her. she wouldnt let me do scalp bandage cos shes scared of bandage on her head & im not sure how to do figure of eight. i spent lastnight/today editing photos, making people/photo look way better. ;D im listening to believe me by fort minor (stolen from hayyu's music) & its being v comforting at this time of anger at that fuckedup belt. xD