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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,
Basecodes: Bituwin
Designer: Increased.Heartbeat
Icons: HeartIcons

Tuesday, May 10, 2011
You're not afraid of love itself, you're afraid of loving the wrong person.

Challenge #5.

Take some pictures of your bedroom.


Okay lah very cui I know.
Cuz change house mah.
Now in AMK very squeezy.
But at least no ghosts or something.
This used to be my room.

I mean, look at the background lah.
Only my room.
Sort of miss it now.
It's like at the 22nd storey, and has good view.
I remember staring out at it when I felt sad.
I remember looking down then backing out. 22 floors leh ! SCARED ONE CAN !
OMG, looking back at all the photos, I miss my table too.
The messy, untidy one.
But, everytime I set my heart on finding something in that dump, I can find it.
LOL, almost everything is in there.
Rubbish dump.






Okay la, LOOK BACKGROUND.
All messed up. Hehe.
There's even spray paint.
I remember spraying the walls so that the next owner would be like scared or something?
My next room will NOT be so cui.
My next room, WILL BE PURPLE.
I know what design I want already.
I'll have my own room, and I don't care if it's small or anything.
I just want it MY way.
I sound so spoilt here.
Geesh.
Okay, babbled enough today.
Blur blur slip through today's exam.
Emath and physics.
I was even trying to mimick Harry potter and his spells.
YAY, watch finish breakout.
I like christopher lee's shows.
Like all he very wei da or something.
Also very sweet.

Ending off with...
http://www.youtube.com/user/pyrobooby?blend=1&ob=4#p/u/1/jOVhP3Y0rTQ
PETER CHAO FTWWWWW <3
The sewer is for shit, not for dancing.