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.Thursday, April 8, 2010 ' 7:54 PM Y
;all the things i'll never say.

don't take life seriously, nobody gets out alive anyway.

laughing at how morbidly true that is, anyway.

i know more about myself now, and it's gonna take shitloads more effort to make this work.
everything about you is fake right down to your
pathetic modicum of an attitude and i (really) hate
you for it.
you see what i'm doing?
i'm not able to stop myself from ranting about a lowlife
against my better judgment.
okay last bit down here,.
this is really an accumulation of two fricking years of shit you put me through.

dear ______,

you might think you have upped and ran from this whole thing (quite literary so.),
but you haven't, really.
maybe if i'm lucky the guilt will eat you from inside out.
i hope one day, you might be able
to write essays without having to tediously steal someone else's because of your
perfect incapability to write one that is truly yours.
oh, well.
but however, should you not be able to quit the habit,
hopefully you won't get caught by someone else (like the sniveling thief you are) and hung out to dry
or something.
also, you should know that in the event of bare-assed copying, you should really
change at least some sentences so you won't give yourself away like
abc.
i thought that bit should have at least been pretty straightforward.

we all saw through your defences so thank your luckystars
you aren't here anymore to face our patronizing glares.

one more thing, i have never met anyone like you.
anyone willing to stoop so low as to steal something like that.
what's next, apples?
you will read this and know in your gut that i'm talking about you.
now, don't think i've gotten it upside down because read this,
i bloody well know who you are.
i guess i'm not in a position to make you pay (really, it sounds scary to me, even.)
but i can do the next best thing;
forget everything.
everything, everything.
as far as i'm concerned,

i no longer know what or who the hell you are.
you have yourself a nice decent life.
we had our moments, thank you. be nice to those around you,
and don't steal anything of theirs.
it kinda pisses that person off.
tell the truth (at least occasionally) and
if you can't write without lifting chunks from other people's work, you should really
not write at all.
goodbye.

love, gina.

i'm sorry (actually) for letting this go on for so long, and for
ranting so much.
i've gotten it out now. really, i have.
you have a good side too because everyone does.
some people just need (far) more priding and searching to find theirs but it's
always there.
you see, the mention/thought of you makes me abit mad,
so i really don't want to do it anymore.
the way you think you ruled the world or something, the way you walk around with a front so false, it makes my teeth rattle, the way you had something awful to complain about everything, the way you got away with all the shit you did, and the way you would weasel out in the easiest way possible. the way you had all those shallow ambitions, the way you never really respected anyone, the way you could never really keep your hands and eyes to yourself. the way you tried to squeeze in when you weren't really wanted, and the way you tried to butter up the shit out of everyone else.
it's a dreadful feeling. would be abit unfair to just heap tons of blame and rants onto you,
so i will add in that you had your shinning points too (i think.)
and that i hope you're finally happy with life. cause i'm doing really great (without you).
but it's true.
i still don't know what made you do what you did, but i'm don't want to be bothered
by it anymore.

you did it shamelessly.
i think that pretty much sums you up for everyone.
if anything, you brought it onto yourself. i wash my hands off of this. you're
getting out of this one yourself. and i'll never have to see you again. so
goodbye and
good riddance.








WHO, ME?;
GINA
15

hullo,
most days, there isn't a rain cloud.
really.
i dissect myself here, sometimes.
and i usually do strange things to my correction tapes.
i would be fulfilling all my childhood dreams now,
if i hadn't forgotten all of them.
i'm afraid of many, many things
but i'm not afraid to be afraid of them.
i have a nose, a mouth and two eyes.
but of course, this is the internet.
i could be an anorexic penguin or something and nobody would even know.

take everything with a pinch of salt
(and a slight dash of sugar).




!SCREAM OUT.Y

yada yada yada. oncemore.


WHO, ME?Y

hello nice to meet you too :D


ooh; funky.

` i am sweet &and sour fourteen. and i want to be twentyone. but im okay with fourteen too.sorta.(:

` singlicious(: but unavailable. ><

` RSSIAN ;SIXONE07 .DHS.TWOIDYLLA.

` i don't post often unless i'm on a roll. but you didnt have to know that

` i moodswing like any other girl; but my moodswings are really, swinging.

` i love ferb. and oliver james. and channing tatum. one has green hair; the other two don't. O:

` my future is ZOMG™. or at least i seriously hope so.

` somethin' bout me-i absolutely adore chickflicks& chicklits.
those who don't believe in love&happyendings can go boil their tawny little heads.

` i hate posting about my day.

` i hate (too) posting about trips in day one, day two, day three formats.

` i secretly want a pure breed pony like any other girl. sorta.

` i love lists/listing. except when it comes to life. unpredictable is my middle name. among many others.

` i hate waiting in line.

` i love it when my turn in the line comes. especially if i'm buying food.

` chocolate is my middle name, my life and my substitube for just about anything. no shit.

` candy is mediocre. sweet stuff and what not. (chocolate doesnt count as candy.)

` next year i'll be fifteen. taylor swift sang about that before. O:

` when i'm sixteeeen, i can swipe my card at the dudes infront of the theater for nc16 shows(: sweet!

` i hate watching movies online but i do it anyway. desperation drives a girl forth.

` gachk. i'm not usually that desperate. it must be some good show, hunh.

` smileys are an absolutely must. and they do not count as punctuation sheesh.

` tiaras and toppings- a must if i ever become royal.

` i am. kinda. teehees.

` writing is my middle name. creative arts and what nots.

` colours maketh a woman so if you have a thing against them, steer clear!

` tatty teddy's aweseomly cute. all abandoned bears should end up like him.

` i don't have a favourite colour; unless pen-colour determines so; pink&purple wins hands down

` someday i will fall in love. do not laugh; it is very unfunny.

` and yes, i often burst out into song.

` i bounce around alot; gravity can't keep me dooooown!

` the pen is invariably mightier than the sword.

` i habour the ability to blast your brains over the floor but i practice regular self control.
most of the times.

` i am not-so-secretly in love with whipped cream. i lick that stuff when no one is looking/ infront of the whole world. who gives a shit, really?

` i love the way you blend dairy products and chocolate bits and cream into awesome double chocolate frappes.

` i crave for doublecheese burgers once every week. at situated times.

` i am a romance writer in the making. sorta.
for those who don't believe in love- i hope you fall head over heels one day and i'll be there to say 'i told you so.' *snarl*

` happyendings are usually overrated.
but not entirely impossible.

` a perfect guy, on the other hand; drat what are the odds?

` with music, comes dancing. or at least embarrasing, futile attempts that will not see the light of day(:

` with dancing, comes crazy, bubbled up giggling. but pretend i didnt say anything.

` i feel woozy and slurred after i pop small triangular pink pills. just so you know.

` maybe i'll even go blond someday.

` sometimes my life is a bad sitcom. mismatched ironies; cliches and what nots.

` i don't drink cooler/bottled mineral water unless absolutely necessary.

` i devour books. and i'm never truly full.

` correction tapes too. there never seem to be enough for me graah.

` i have a thing for skinnyties(:

` i love anything in mini/bite-sized; most of the times.

` i find myself subconsciously owning a heckload of red objects. heaven knows why O:

` i adore late night talks with special people.

` i honestly can't give good advice and everything i predict screws up/ doesn't come true. you have been warned.

` i love walking&talking. long dreamy stretches that edge on forever.

` i can't stand cryptic people but i love being cryptic.

well,
i dance in the shower and sing in the rain; i twirl around people and run towards food; fall head over heels for anything particularly cute with a smart mouth; and eat hotdog buns before the actual hotdogs. i have an overactive imagination and crazy action-packed dreams.
i hate using umbrellas and got tangled up in a disposible raincoat once.
my spelling is screwed up.
cucumbers and celery are exceptionally unappealing.
i never wanted to be a disney princess when i was young. still don't.
when i'm crazy about somethin' i go all out.
i'm only organized for certain things.
i will absolutely not tell you who the posters in my room are of.
i have a thing against floral prints
i do alot of nuts& bolts when i'm alone(:
i'm abit freaked by cats.
i have a thing for ribbons;
piano is my other profession.
i have a thing for black.
i eat tomatoes& apples whole& raw.
i can't recite the alphabet backwards since i'm struggling with forward already.
i'm half-nocturnal. sometimes full.
i love doodling. it's my part-time occupation.
daydreaming would be the full-time one.
i can't ever remember my dreams at all and half the time it annoys the shyt out of me.
i can't learn languages. seriously.
i get into heated arguments/ name-calling with the voice in my head. usually cranky snapping on my part :X
i cannot watch horror films. so sue me.
i love tracing paper and sketchy markers.
i am not quite so fragile-.-
there are two sides of me; the other only some has seen(:
i am truly not all glitter and rainbows.
i am a sucker for romance and what nots.
my evil twin runs loose somewhere.
so whatever it is; it's probably her fault.
i am me.
i'm kinda side to side. fickle and cranky one hour; happy and intoxicated the next.
the weight of the world is never on my shoulders.
it doesn't take much to blow me away;
but it takes a lifetime to comprehend me.
even for myself.
;/ especially for myself.
` i do alot of crazy shit.


but you know; it's a phrase. we'll grow out of it, they say. it'll pass eventually and they will all grow up, people say. but,.
a phrase? maybe.
what if these are the best part of our lives?
people come and go and be judgmental about a lot of things; but it's not a phrase, this time.
it's just me and you.
against the world.
life is so very short and should be wasted on chocolate and good books.
sing in the shower
and dance in the rain.
occasionally;
break the rules and bring down the house!
ohyes, we rule the world; phrase or not.

this ain't entirely a phrase; this is just us.
who we are.
may the memories never end.
not in this lifetime.
or the next.



FOR TEENAGERS WHO WILL LIVE ON AND ON!
>toast<
` and yes; we're forever

DOORWAY TO NARNIA;Y
TPPPPP(:
HANNAH(:
ONEIDYLLA♥
SIXONE07♥
JQ (:
REENA(:
MIKOO(:
RACHEL(:
CANDICEE(:
AMANDA.w (:.
SEEHIAN(:
BRENDAN(:
YULIAN(:
JOEY(:
SIQI(:
WEILUN(:
MEILIN (:
ZHIXIANN(:
L.SIHUI(:
ISAAC(:

tad messy. i'll arrange the dudes&dudettes next time O:


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