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

AUTOMATIC
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.
TOP

0 Comments:
Post a Comment
time: 8:43 PM
date: Wednesday, March 14, 2007
MY DEAR SQUADMATES GOING FOR CAMP, ALL THE WAY FOR TOMORROW! YOU ALL ARE STRONG PEOPLE!
Blah, I know, I am going t miss a great and new experience. :/ This is so vvvvvv saddening.
And then you all will be talking abt it for many days t come while I will have t emo at the corner.
Not t mention, I have t tend t all the whatever relatives with a temporary fake smile of how-"happy"-i-am-t-see-them, and I bet there will be alot ALOT of crying tom because its the 1 year anniversary and all, even though no body sees it that my aunt has gone t a better place? And then, I'll have t serve all the other extras who come for the sake of the food or for the sake of showing face. Those that seriously have nothing t do who come t see or be seen. I shall have t suffer this torture of typical questions like "How old are you again? (then exclaims when hearing my age)" or remarks like "Omg you're so tall! Go stand beside your mother and I see whose taller (Like duh, I am shorter), Last time I saw you, you were this tall, you know! (-points t knee)". Of course I grew, I am human, women. Oh well, its my bad luck and fate. :/ The people just ruin the whole significance of the event of 1 year anniversary prayers? Sickening. Bye.


facebook