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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: 3:30 PM
date: Tuesday, November 07, 2006
at aunts house now. haha, she's funny. :D and i love their house even though it smaller. gives me such nostalgia and they have scv! :0 i like. oh and this small kueh that i like, the white ones? but the only problem is that she makes me do house work. i cant even sweep, and she was all tsk tsk durgga, how can a girl not sweep. thats why indian women are sexist, towards themselves. mum gave up the equation that durgga=housework a v v long time ago. you should watch lily allen's smile video, i keep laughing at that guy. did i tell you how much i love her accent and that song? :D shah, i woke up too late so i couldnt come. :/ okay i dragged myself out of bed since mum had t go market. she asked me t wait for brother t come back from school since he doesnt have the key. and my sainted brother happily took his own sweet time and came strolling back. and mum, at the market thinking that brother will come back on time, took her own sweet time. and im the one who lost all my time. :/ blah. my own sweet time family.