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.Sunday, September 5, 2010 ' 6:23 PM Y
;all the things i'll never say.

been thinking.
wish i was maybe smarter or more
proficient to help you properly because
i can't think of any other way.
(never would have imagined myself saying this.)
but sometimes words
aren't enough.
or maybe i just don't know enough of them.

but read and read and decided who are those who really mean
the world to me now.
thank you to all of you.
would badly want to hug you all and
squeeze the life out of all of you
until you start choking and screaming at me to stop.

hmm. hate that i can never listen to myself.
it's bad enough that i don't already listen that much to others,
and now i won't even agree with what i think
all the time.
promise to spend this one week sorting my life out
properly.
well, hell. promises are lame because we break them anyway.

changed everything i believed in, you know?
frightening when that happens, because i think the only way
to survive is to hold on (really, really tightly) to what you know
to be true.
(of course therein lies the issue of not knowing, completely.)

to the some people in my life that changed me in their own funny & weird way:

you you you!
ah yes. one of my oldest friend, more or less. it's a funny story because i used to hate you, and then i knew you and i liked being your friend a lot, and i hated your girl. just like in the movies where the friend will never think any girl is good enough. she bloody isn't. hate that she put you through crap and that (ARGH) you refused to shoot spitballs into her tuffy hair. it's cool that you still bother, especially with all those awesome people you frolic with. we are nothing alike, so it's weird, but really quite cool. but it's nice knowing you have my back.
thank you for everything thank you for everything thank you for everything. won't have it any other way.
except maybe if you were a little bit shorter.

and you,
had to say this eventually, i think. thought that being in a whole new continent will make our friendship closer than ever but you know as well as me that life doesn't really like following orders. the aftermath was quite depressing especially since we both found a life apart from each other, and now, even words don't (seem) to cut it.
it's alright though. maybe it was wrong from the start.
but it's still cool that we met in the weirdest, most cliche way possible and it grew from there. thanks, too. what can i say, except that it was fun while it lasted.
not entirely upset that it stopped, but
glad that it happened.

to you, hai thr.
you really suck sometimes (in the funny way) but you managed to put up with my crap despite everything and i think that makes you a cool person. i think you're really smart, but the hilarious part is that we do all sorts of stupid shit together (Y) from running like mad, and studying, and heck, singing on and off stage and stalking discjokeys and doing kinematics in the dark.
(holy shit.)
and now you're going to drag me to a horror movie, and i, for the life of me, cannot imagine why i'm agreeing.
ohmygod please be sensible about it, because i think you will be the one whimpering more, heh and inception wasn't even that scary.
thanks, anyway. i will never admit it to you in person but i think you're actually quite awesome (in the wildest sense).
okay okay that's it. don't quote me on this. don't whatever. you won't hear me say it again, HAHA.
(you still suck, by the way.)

you!
are funny, talented, smart, sensitive and full of yourself,
you won't talk, but you say everything.
i hardly ever cross your path, but i guess that's why i love you in the wouldn't-mind-sharing-an-umbrella-or-sandwich-with-you
kind of way.

to you,
spent tens of hours/ days trying to talk sense into you and i'm desperately running out of words. i really want you to know that life sucks and throws a huge pineapple into your path, but you will deal with it because what doesn't kill you can only make you stronger? sucks that you have to go through this but why don't you believe me when i say you aren't alone?
you are really quite something, i think. i hope you won't throw everything away.
but i guess, when you make someone your everything, and when they leave, you've got nothing. hope you get back on track because then, the world would lose someone quite worthwhile.
you've got us.
we may not mean much but i swear we mean it.

you
are a beautiful person underneath but it's sad that
that you don't let that side of you come out much.

and you,
you are neurotic and you talk too much, but you make me laugh, so i love
being around you.
want so bad for you to succeed cause i hate seeing the world pick on you so shamelessly.

and you!
thanks for just understanding, most of the times.
one of those amazing people that makes me feel weird if i don't talk to you for a
day.

and you,
you have nice eyes and i think you are cute.
period.

so, learnt that life works out funny most of the times.
might wish i were taller or smarter or more well-equipped with a frying pan,
but know for sure that i wouldn't give the world to change anything.
don't know.
learnt so much these past few days. too much for my liking, even.
but then again,
i guess the deal with life is that if for once,
you stop trying to wrestle it to the ground and sit on it for it to do exactly as you say,
it might just break through to be
what you've been looking for.

wish they'd stop telling us all that bullshit that it will be
okay, when we know that it really
isn't.
bloody hell.
open your eyes and see, for pete's sake.
there are people who give a damn, still.
decided that there's way more to life than whatever, and whatever
and will spend the rest of my existence trying to find it in me
to understand this sad excuse of a world we live in.

ain't gonna be regretful about any-frickin-thing,
will love every step of the way until i
crumble.
(but then, so what? you will be there to pull me to my feet again.
like old times.)
then we'd sit on stone and shout at the sea that really, the world could just go
screw itself because we couldn't care less.
didn't care at all.

make it last forever.
heh. that's funny. because nothing really lasts forever.
if anyone knows that, pretty sure it's because they might have known something to be
forever, and then watched as it ended, short of forever.

shouldn't be this way.
need a map and a torchlight now because i wouldn't bring myself to ask for
directions.
don't know anymore but,

screw the world,
thanks.








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

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