  This picture was taken while I was skydiving. I am 16 this year, I enjoy doing artsy stuff, I enjoy taking pictures too! I love my family and friends and my dog Elvis a lot. Peach Yoghurt Tapioca Jane Twitter Facebook I sit infront of this screen, Thinking of things to do and I dream- Of things that come true in my head, Hoping you could see them by fate.   Icons/banners are from: Stopthetime / Reviviscent respectively. Links inspiration are from: Alissa. xoxo And yours truly changed here and there :D |
Thursday, July 19, 2007
The sky is turning darker,eagles soring like little black ashes from far,I look up.Little did I know,I was being a foolish fool,I was believing her and trusting her all this while without thinking.And a single thing can make Earth collide together with Pluto.Like someone knocking my fragile head againts the wall over,and over again.And there I go struggling in pain shouting,screaming in such a miser.Oh,I must be a dismay.Not wanting my anyone.No,It's not call being emotional it's called being someone not belonging anywhere.ZOE TAK EMO (:Well,me being a miserable dismay not wanting by anyone hides under a tree.An apple dropped.I took the apple and examine it.Boy, was it red.Red as can be.But wait.I did not eat it.What if a single apple can cause me from dying.I then called my so called friend to give it a try.She died.Yeap, it was poisonous. Then,I was lying on the ground.Wondering whether I was burned to ashes or lying down thinking.Owh,I stolled my own heart. Now,if you don't understand this post.Please, do not ask me as I have nothing to do with it. Let the television entertain itself for once.Read my blog and leave the poor television alone my dear (: I didn't know what did I do wrong.You smelly pest was talking behind my bonny back.Is there a way to pay back your crime?But,it's you which is in the wrong so,why should I bother. Wait,you said you were my best friend or maybe I wasn't well and heard worst friend you nasty liar may you rot in hell with blood oozing out from your pretty gone eyes (: You back stab me, I'll heel that wound. You bull shit me, I'll clean it for you. You crap on my face, I use your hand to clean it. You always make excuses NOT to talk to me.And you said "YAAA I'M YOU BEST FRIEND LAAAA" and you black mouth me.Damn you to hell. I may get annoying I'm ubber-ly upset, and you are a pessimist, You fell on the wrong side of bed, MAYBE YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A BED YOU UGLY THING. Stop acting good infront of me. Stop using me you cicak. Please. I have enough of this. Yes,you are an imbecile.May your brain burst out in laughter. I hate you,more than words can say.Deep inside,I know I do. I am not emo-ing you are (: Tuesday, July 10, 2007
It is fairly unfair how unfair they can be.I hate complicated sentences and so do you. Ass we all know,UPSR is so near and we have not even finish a single revision book.Tragic,so let me skip the subject and talk about something- something more what you call;This generation. Your mummy goes: "Honey!Throw the rubbish" You Your mummy goes : "Sheesh." Last time. Their mummy goes: "Oi,wash the floor." That person : "Yeah wiat a minute." Their mummy goes:"Time waits for no more man, hurry! *brings the cane* *whhheeepss!*" And so,that is tragic.Now,we have lost ourself.We are what you call BLARDY* SPOILT BRATS. MY GOSH.UPSR. Paper. The natural source for human.haha.We are cutting the poor trees down for pencils and test paapers. Trees.Yes we are cutting chopping down innocent trees that did no harm. They were all so quiet and they gave us oxygen to breathe.Not for chopping down them. Oh so tragic. |
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