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It hurts when you could easily forget the memories we shared,
the ones which I remembered even when I didn't want to.
Quotes.
'Missing you isn't the problem, it's wondering if you'll ever come back that's killing me.'

'Sometimes when you sacrifice something special, you’re not really losing it. You’re just passing it on. '


♥-/Increased.Heartbeat

!!

ME.



I'm a simple girl living in a complicated world. I'm friendly and purple-struck. I get high at wrong times and I want to stay like that forever.
I don't do drugs, I'm not in any gang. I'm that normal girl who is on Facebook, Twitter and MSN. Fell out of love and lost trust in it. Fahrenheit's sizzling hot and they burn. I see flames shooting out already.


Screams.



Yours Truly,
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Thursday, May 5, 2011
Like it or not even though she's a lot like me, we're not the same.

If you don't know trouble,
I'm a hell of a scandal, me,
I'm a scene, I'm a drama queen,
I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen


Challenge #3.

Sum yourself up in about 100 words.

It's HWEE EN, and I know I'm fabulous.
People are constantly trying to bring me down, like my brother who told me I was fat just now -.-,
but, it simply shows that they're below you to bring you down to be losers like them.
I'm leading a pleasant life and I love to lie.
I liked 978657634 guys but only 3 are real.
All proved to be assholes and unreliable. Trashy. Jerks
I used to be a cheerful, kindhearted, lovable and friendly girl until everything came crashing down.
Now, I'm a bitchy, unfriendly,overly-sensitive, dramatic and slutty girl. A public disgrace, a scandal.
I hate being replaced, and being left out.
I'm used to it, and does that all the time.
I'm a slut who loves stealing other people's boyfriend in their face and ruining their life.
I'm selfish and I love the way I am.

144 words.

Haha, so shiok to have written all of that out.
Okay lah, studying tomorrow.
Again.
Oh, I'm hating studying more and more.
I don't even study during library trips anymore.
I can't even care if I get whatever shit grades anymore.
With the library trips with Vinny, I've been reading storybooks, slacking, playing game on my phone, texting,
blahblahblah.
She's like studying hiongly.
Okay lah, I don't care about my grades anymore.
I told my mum I was so effing stressed and she told me no one was stressing me out or putting expectations on me.
Hell yeah.
So, this time exam , soonpah all gg.
Hehes.
Machiam a whole load of shit.
Oh, if I failed badly, I'd tear that paper up.
No way I'm sending it to my earthly hell.
Anyways, slacked SO BADLY, that exam ended at 9 am today,
I finally started at 1030 am.
And I went to buy food and munched on it.
Really studied for half and hour and started playing phone games.
Till 1200pm and my mum called.
From 9-12, I studied half an hour.
From 12-730pm, I went shopping with my mum.
I'm laughing my ass off already.
Exam period still shopping you might ask? LOL.
And tmr paper is AMath+geog.
Those damn jialat ones.
Then I tell her don't needstudy.
Okay lah, I studied when I reach home for an hour okay.
At least I did something.
Tomorrow's library trip, I hope it's okay la.
I hope none of the asshole librarians would restrict us or whatever shit.
Oh, did I say they were really irritating?
Yes, they are.
I'm going to read books and magazine in library tomorrow.
Can't be bothered about anything else.
I'll study chemistry on that day itself.
Nahh, I'm not going to spend so much effort on this useless stuff.
Not like I'm get something to recognise my effort right?
Like maybe, a dataplan? -.-
NO INSPIRATION, NO MOTIVE, NO MOOD, NO LIFE.
Stopping it here. kthxbye (: