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feeble attempts at reviving a blog. haha. enjoy xDmusic: telephone - lady gaga feat. beyonce woonwei.
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Sunday, June 28, 2009 I realised today that maybe being an editor-in-chief for some fashion magazine may just be as fun as teaching :D (dang I hate it when I prove others right :X) Jordin Sparks' latest song Battlefield is like...wow. Somehow it resonates with a lot of the facs' nightmare nowadays. Which is kind of spooky actually. All that talk about being positive and think about other things apart from what we may become in the future, it just seems to disintegrate in front of all that they say, what they dream and stuff. Wish I could take their place, really. It sucks to have a nightmare, much less about something so...precious. Indescribable feelings. Palpitating hearts...fear that consumes...it sucks. Big time. I'm now going to attempt to revive that author in me, and write out an extract of the latest chapter of what I'm going to write for that Ouran fic I have yet to attend to :X Darkness. That's all I can see. I hear nothing, except the palpitations of my heart. The silence apart from that is deafening, and I can hardly see the fingers that I stretch out in front of me. I stand up, or at least I think I do. My entire body is numb, I can't feel a single thing. I try calling out, but nothing comes out from my mouth. Panic engulfs my body, and suddenly suffocation sets in...I've lost it, I swear. It's supposed to be some scene of a nightmare. Gosh, my English's degrading like crap. Shittt... per[FAC]tion only ends when we say it ends... |