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Monday, June 29, 2009

wild thing, you make my heart sing, you make everything groovy!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

what?

Friday, June 26, 2009

i pretty sure people are going to blog about King of POP's death.

but im actually glad that he has passed on. after suffering for so long. my idol since i was 4. i loved his music. i remembered dancing to his songs when it aired on tv, the earth song? i used to immitate that. he was my first music influence. and he would be until the end. :)

lets send him a well wish goodbye, from a human to another human, he is a wonderful soul.
Jackson 5
Michael J.

andback to the arms of God

Monday, June 22, 2009
SHUT YOUR EARS FROM THE WORLD



SHUT UP NAS.



Sunday, June 21, 2009

how can someone so small be filled with such anger. like chilli padi, small but hot.

that is how i felt when my mother didnt allow me to dance anymore. said it's not my job. fuck.
dont they know its all i got for entertainment? my fun is joy within dance. first you said i wont support you in acting, then you said you wont let me dance at weddings anymore then what is ther to do? next thing you know im in a band, and you wont let me sing, thats how it goes, you say and i dont do. it keeps me burning. well dont you want to know how i screwed up dance? do you? no you obviously dont. so dont give me crap about you have been to school too, because i am in one, and i know im not neglecting my studies. money matters 140 yeah big amount to fork out, but like i said its paid back. dont you get it? its paid back.

AHHHHH!!! i feel like fuck.
and im sure going to hell for this.
mengucaplah nasuha.tenangkan lah hati.

Friday, June 19, 2009


Monday, June 15, 2009
THINKING OF YOU


Sunday, June 07, 2009
OCCU-RANT-ES

somehow, everythings gonna fall right into place,
we wont make it go away...

and that's how it goes. well, nothing interesting has come my way so far, and that is just it. but somehow, being afraid is what lies deep down inside me. im taken aback by the sudden insurgence of unwanted things, like falling back into that depression, but somehow this empty next to nothing feeling is somewhat familliar yet annoying. THATS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU LET YOUR HEART WIN.

it has happened before. and that is what im unknown to. just what had happened?

no one's online apparently, well no one who i want to ask qns from, and no replies or sms-es.
AM I SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS????seriously, if it wasnt just my pms-ing i'd have just given up and not gone, i wanna ask about stuff, but HELLO HELLO is anyone home?

i guess being me has its perks. get it?
so bite me.

Monday, June 01, 2009

when all else fails, just dont think that you can run back up to me. because im not standing there anymore, waiting.

moving along.


maybe that is all i need to just move on, no more stopping, no more thinking, i've let go, and in the slightest mistake i make, i'll pick myself up again. maybe that's the ending of my fairytale end. just maybe