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Everything Forbidden Becomes Desirable......
Joanne Nicole Wee
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Verbal Diarrhoea
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Wednesday, April 30, 2008
once again i stumbled upon a song which carries much significance..
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
running out the door
running out, run, run, run, run, run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special...
Creep- Radiohead
6:36 PM
In the words of jo
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Feelings I need, they don’t matter
You’re just a breath away, from me
I’ve got angels crashing over my head
They’re crying for the things you’ve said
If i had things my way or if someone bequeaths a gift to me or if i sudden strike the lottery or maybe someone decides to increase my salary by four folds... then i'd like to be a proud owner of either one of these...
pepper white's really nice if the car is modified like the one below..and i wld call my car pepper, i dont care if its unoriginal hmmpf...
blue's nice too... like a little convent girl.. looks like a charlie or an Alice(must be from THAT show) but i cant think of any suitable names.. hahaha as if im going to buy it tmr.. pui... but so pretty...
Some wallpaper thingy which i found..
Aint going to blog much except thank god tomorrow's a public holiday and that my head's been weirdly spinning since this morning... *_* back to work...
Heaven bend to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear
We all begin with good intent
When love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past can be undone
But we carry on our back the burdens time always reveals
In the lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
I have held so dear
Fallen -Sarah McLachlan
10:13 AM
In the words of jo
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