LOVE ME OR HATE ME ITS STILL AN OBSESSION...
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i'm not the girl next door but the BITCH across the street.
i'm the kind that the girls don't like
i'm the kind that the boys fantasize
i'm the kind that your mama and your daddy's afraid who you'll turn out to be like
"she says she's no good with words,but im worse.
barely stuttered out a joke of romance stucked to my tongue
weighed down with words,too over dramatic
tonight its it can't get much more
no one should ever feel im two quarters and a heart down
and i don't want to forget how your voice sounds
these words are all i have,so i'll write...."
DROP DEAD GORGEOUS...
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LASALLE
Her love's her life:D
THE DEVIL USES PRADA
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bitch bitch bitch all you want...
I CRAVE FOR...
STRAWBERIES!!
DEY ARE WHY I LIVE...
Ath
bryan
Claire
Chiaa
CS
Debbie
ET
Elaine
HH
JieLing
Karishma
Kaen
Natiara
Nazri
Nazie
Pamela
Q
Regan
Sabri
Shi Hui
VanNessa
I WISH I WISH I WISH...
i'm next to my baby now...
CHANEL BOOTS
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June 2009
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September 2009
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January 2010
February 2010
March 2010
May 2010
a shot to kill the pain
a pill to drain the shame
a purge to stop the gain
a cut to break the vein
a smoke to ease the grave
a drink to win the game
an addiction's an addiction
cus it always hurts the same.
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my feets are in serious pain!
1 hour of pointe was nothing but pointe then soft shoes and pointe was the terror. i think i only manages to do the firt bit of kurus and then a lil here and there.
3hours of ballet.
intermediate was like only 6 people. i know right. WTH?
and i still cant do proper piroettes with my soft pointes.
actually, its not that soft after all.
what a mess.
i got a rude awakening by calls and texts early in the morning.
first few were texts some asking where i bought my shoes from and all then was texts from old friends telling me they're working where where where now and ask me go find them if im free.
okayyy but HELLO! im still sleeping!
then there was calls.
damn frusterating luh!
southern star co. called me and i was like in a sleepy tone.
"hello?"
"hi stepharina, im...(i didnt get his name) from southern star co."
"HUH? FROM WHERE?"
"southern star co.channel 6 tv programmes?"
"oh... erm.. hi.."
"yes.hi....(he said smthng else which i didnt know what)... will it be okay if we coloured your hair black?"
"dye?"
"yes."
"okay"
"okay? great. then would it be okay if we cut your hair?"
"cut?"
"yes. cut your fringe. as in bangs"
"okay"
"great so i'll arrange with...(i don't know who) and get back to you again allright?"
"okay"
"thank you bye bye!"
i went back to sleep.
every sentence i replied was in one word and was damn rude.
and i didnt get most of what he said anyways.
anyways the girl RED(i got her name now) called me ard 2 smthng again to ask me to cfm wif her dates and all.
and GREAT!*sulks* im gna have black hair with bangs! and im do gna look like a doll.
and thanks for not telling me this earlier. i shuld have known so i dun hve to waste $16 to cut my hair just one week earlier.i thought they wanted me to wear a wigggg???
the job agency kept calling me also luh. super irritating. he wants me to work tmrw which i rejected cus it was the only day i culd rest. im so not going for ballet tmrw anyways.my feets are killing me.
anyway, i got up at 12 after all that gala.
the worst thing ever was to drag myself out of bed in the day.
(im not gna disagree that im becuming a vampire)
and here i am wide awake despite all that dancing and tiredness seemed to have gone away in the night.
and im trying to break my soft pointes while chewing on sweets.
i enjoying the air con man!
the heat totally killed me. and im melting. i've got heat rash now. and its friggin irritating and itchy!
thank god for some brilliant invention of something called calamine lotion.
till then loves!
will blog again idk when see my mood luh:P
love,
nana