| hello, goodbye |
[May. 21st, 2009 | 03:00 am] |
I have decided to move to withblackink.
Friends, do re-add. This journal is still used to view friends' post, online communities and for online shopping. |
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[May. 7th, 2009 | 05:15 pm] |
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It's not easy, it has never been. |
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[May. 5th, 2009 | 02:33 pm] |
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It's funny how people think they can still read me like a book when I don't even understand myself anymore.
Try harder people, harder.
But haven't I said, everything's more than just the surface. What seems like it, might not be it.
Oh by the way, I didn't change all of a sudden. People, made me change. Now, that's what adapting is all about. |
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[May. 5th, 2009 | 02:10 pm] |
School has been great today! No, I'm not being sarcastic here. :D
I hope I'll feel like this forever.
At least school's less complicated, lesser politics, lesser emotional breakdowns.
But still as screwed up though. I think it's just me, I just screw everything up.
Oh wells, til then. |
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[May. 4th, 2009 | 04:29 am] |
How different is different?
Talk is cheap, really.
And what people say, might not be true. |
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[Apr. 21st, 2009 | 04:50 pm] |
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I needa fix myself. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2009 | 05:27 pm] |
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Now all those feelings,
Those yesterday's feelings will all be lost in time.
'Cause feelings mean nothing now. |
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| they say pretty girls are usually bitches |
[Apr. 9th, 2009 | 02:15 pm] |
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Today, it's better than last thursday. At least I don't feel like going to work plainly because I don't feel like going. Instead of the reason being I want to club with my friends so badly.
And I will be at rewind, again. Ah wells, it makes no different. Either way, it sucks. Rewind is so effing boring and you can't see how happening it is at play. Yet at play, sometimes it gets so happening that I'll be wondering "Omfg why am I working my ass off instead of partying!", and then I'll get to meet some damn fucking bitchy (but some are really pretty) bitch who will demand this and that from me and I just feel like lighting a flaming lambo infront of her and burn her face and hair.
And anyway, not that by any chance those shrewds who likes to scold the cashiers at baggage might be reading this but, if you are not fucking happy about :-
- having to wait to put your bag
- that baggage is full
- that we demand 10bucks for lost tag
- or whatsoever
don't fucking bring a bag to club, you can stuff your phone inside your cheebye and it can serve as an awesome vibrator and your cash or card inside your bra or binder and let the bacteria on the cash infect your fucking nipples. Don't fucking scold my cashiers or give them fucking attitude you fucking bitches.
I realize work makes me angsty, very. |
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