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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Her love's her life:D
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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
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
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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i maybe broken,but im not defeated.
The 1 that got away, so cliche, yet so annoyingly true.
It took 1 song to remind me of the fact that its human nature to obsess over what we couldn’t have, whats worse, someone we had but lost.
That person who was once such a huge part of your life (perhaps your entire life even), someone you shared time and more with, who managed to carve an impression deep enough into your heart, and mind, forming some kind of undeletable memory that eventually manages to get thrown to trash, but never erased entirely from the system.
The steps taken to forget ironically reinforces the memory.
All that time, effort and promiscuity merely reinforces the importance of that particular you. The sacrifices made, the life wasted, the tears shed and the breath shortiened.
The refusal to admit ones self naiviety of trusting empty promises and scripted sweet nothings. The lack of closure, which was merely another excuse to not let go of whats snatched away.
Too know that the 1 person who was your only salvation would end up being the same to stand by and just watch you fall, and eventually, turn away when you crash.
i might have fallen.
i might have been in love before,but not this strong.
i want to stand up knowing you're still watching.
i want to stand up and learn how to run,so i can run back into ur arms baby.
i maybe broken now,but im not defeated.
after all you've said and done,after all i've said and done,its not suppose to blow this way.
the many nights you've sacrificed?
the many moments you and i both love.
you didn't write the start of my life story,but i know you'll write the ending.
you only wrote 3 months of our love and you stopped halfway thru the book.
baby,my life isn't completed yet.
i thought it was when u first pen everythingin my book,but i realised you don't wantto be the one who writes the middle,you'll write my ending.
yes,i still believe.yes,i believe in foerver after.yes i believe nothing but love lasts forever.
yes i believe in fate.yes i believe we are meant to be.and yes i believe in destiny.but more importantly,i believe in you and me.
love,
Nana
"and WE lived happiler ever after"
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