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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: 7:25 PM
date: Friday, August 25, 2006
durgga ; im going to start with this straight. you either talk straight to my face, or you can just not talk. both ways are fine with me, its up to you to pick which one. :/ fucking attitude. always there to make my day less than perfect, till ive no mood to even go airport tmr. hazel knows why, im sick and tired. oh man, oye mi canto & de ja vu are calming songs. :D okay i cant wait for rehearsal & the day! i find it hard to talk due to cold stares, but now i cant be bothered what the hell you think so you can pls stop shooting me those kind of looks. im sorry hazel, i really dont think im coming. thanks macdonalds people for a cheerful time. and para, tasneem, sankari, madhu too. i screwed up oral, i bet i failed. i want high food now.
i find it better to distance myself.
yes we all do feel better like that.
we cant stand the attitude, you shit.
gratiude is all we asked for, or normal-ness.
and we got sth that equaled to a slap on the face.
pls leave us alone, instead of regularly screwing up.
you've got fake written all over you.