we're running running

what friendship meant to me.

tornado

another one,she couldn't decide it in time so she bet it all and lose it all. they were just her apart of her mistakes. she didnt once think of her actions because all those heap of bad luck and constant mistakes were one with her by now. she didn't built it up and made a better place. she took the uglies scrap and pieces of life they've fuk over and laid it there for her soul to have some salvation.
to have some hope even thought it wasn't real.

so years past as she tried to built it up and make her own empire, where the sun sets and rises.
there she slept against his chest and listen with a slow breath of his heart beat. it was like the lulling of the waves. 2 decades they played this game of being a part of a holy matrimony.

now that she's older and tattered with more weigh around her hips with the beauty once gratify her persona was no longer with her.

as day passes her redemption was like a tornado with the nature o destroying everything in it's path too.......

i wouldn't want that.

this is just a draft.

with a loaded gun she walked across the courtyard

pish,i hate the fact that i have to fit in with my peers just to be justify as cool.

when they start appreciating someone for who they really are and not just another stepping stone to climb the subang jaya's social ladder, then everyone must have been screwed over by each other's "close friends"

yes i'm bitter this way.

i know you've talked about the day your "best friends made that pregnancy rumors about you",
my 1st thought is, are you blind or just duff?
probably both.

i'm just glad i close friends that stick to their guts but i can see that it is starting to waver. i'm just glad they've played a part in making me this skin thick and weird.

i like being weird.
i like not making conversations just to make new acquaintances.
i like i don't have to spent my parents money on materialistic stuff.
i like that i'm independent like that.
i like that this is not entirely a flunk.
mostly i love that im leaving highschool in 4 months.
:)
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i know this is cheesy and not wise, but i thought screw that,i'm 16!!
not 61,
i can be as unwise as i want to be.
i tend to forgot the good things in life as the day passes and the stress built up,but i'm writting with positivity and a smile in my mind.

guys, i want to be peter pan!
or maybe one of the fat lost boys.
probably the cute one, with a huge belly:)

MOOOOvies

i want to shake things up and be as smart as Brenden.
or
i want to play with the boys in the band with Jesse .
or
i could trash hotel rooms with William aka the enemy

but right now i rather be all badass with Brenden with the brain as my sidekic!
hmmph,he have more balls and brains than i do, ill be he's sidekick

---irah---

fashion statement or a deathwish?

life is a whirl-pool but i'm resting my fedex on the bed occasionally.
why am i such an optimistic, it sickens me too.

ah btw,

i think girls should appreciate their selves more and keep trying to accept who they are, if they hate it, changed it in a healthy positive way.

stop degrading yourself just to fit into crowds.

it's not the garment that make who you are, its you who make the garment as you wanted it too.
:)

awww,sugah!

love. she had that dream where she saw that guy that was always there behind the curtains and at the other end of the phone calls. sometimes when she listens to "other side of the world" , her heart clutches and soared because it only reminds her of him. so what is this feeling we have?

why do we feel the need to have that person in our lives just to make things feels complete?
i unfortunately or maybe fortunately haven't got a clue about that.

well, looks like love is blooming left and right,
for some it's just a silly heart-throb crush but for others it could be the real deal.

scene:

they sat across each other in a nice cozy cafe with the AC gentle playing it part to bay of those Malaysian heat. with a little jingle the door opened and closed but they barely heard the little mummers people around them are making because their eyes was only set at each other. but she couldn't hold the longing stare as captivating as he could.so she looked away and focused on the passers by going to and fro on the other side of the glass window...

she noticed that there wasn't a glint of sunshine breaking it's light through the cotton white clouds, it was now replaced with a gloomy sky with lightning flashed a few seconds ago. she shivered, so he came closer and caught her eye with a hint of concern.

they've talked about the things she could never talked about with other guys and he takes things lightly which made her feel more comfortable to break out of this shell she was always in. maybe his just a good talker she thought but then again those skeptical thoughts was pushed to the back of her head and she let her self relax and immersed herself in this little bubble between the two of them.they smiled and laughed and slipped away as the storm kept brewing outside damping the pavement and the concrete jungle around them.


love is something but i'm still not looking, not for him. :)
but i'm sure he's at the other end of a thread that's connecting us in some cosmic way.

remember frank and his theories?

--irah---

SPM,screw you.
i'm aiming for 7 a's for trials and screw you again-the one at the abck of my head- saying i can't get it.

they longed for her mortal thirst

the rain splattered on my beautiful parade but nonetheless it wouldn't stop this beautiful dance and the rhythm of success .

--irah--