Ello guys. Here's a quite old song. But yea, ily medic droid! no offence i like JS too.

One last thing;; Wooppyy& thank you;; BlogStars for the award:] Shall blog another day bweyye!

"ya wan sum'nin' go ge'it

Do i really want it? yes i do. & not even your dad can stop you- Chris Gardner. Being at the normalcy of adulterated life, in my part of reality is not promising and including boring. So i watched a sappy movie i brought with me to shirk my boredom. The motion picture plus mommy's sudden care message to me made me weepy. Well its bad for me. Cause my mom is a self indulgent person. So her mysterical tar she secretes very infrequent between us made me touched to.. you know.

okay i can't decide which i prefer. Tan or Fair. Or middle(fresh). In my previous serious relationship, i weren't permitted the leeway to be who i am. But now i can. Buoyantly so cause Dan is the only guy who sees less outwardly. i remember he said once why not if i prefer tan i go sunbathe& if i prefer fair i stay in. Then i started polluting his good advice cause he missed out one thing;; The process to get into my ideal color takes a certain period to achieve my either& so i would change my like during. I'll still like tan. But no, fair makes goth nice. Anyways i din even know ytd was hel-low-wee-en. & no i didn't get to celebrate:[ Well... hope you had a spooky day! Bye!

I'll like to talk about the previous century

I remembered when i was younger, my dad read me a bedtime story& tuck me in after much annoying pleads from me. It was just once cause he weren't around much but it felt special. My mom couldn't. Or maybe never had the chance to. My dad was there in every way he can. But for the real reasons, its because my mom weren't permitted. Right at this juncture, she is there. Materially. She trusted my caliber& decided to be alongside the path i'll want to take. It is a piece of good news. I should be buoyant, frightened, minusing the inconceivable. But no, i would be labelled as unrealistc by my dad. The one whom i look forward to step through the door& i'll feel as if he has deminished all monsters in our house.

i miss you Daniel. Merci d'entendre mes cris sur le minuit. Je t'aime au moon& en arrière:]


"I am not interested in money. i just wanna be wonderful."



Ello lovely people.


Ytd Ytd Ytd... i spent most of my time with Almond eyes& Madagasca celebrity. We assimilated Dan's mama evil creation;; YUMMY FOOD. Then i told seth, "i'm quiting on dieting. I figured i prefer buxom to plastic& chewing solids to gobbling air" Then he said i'm not even fat. Anyhow that's mostly factual only to viewers, not the performer. Anyways, i was talking about my day. I ended up finishing my novel, slurped the best chengteng(or so my mom says)& watched disney. Then my sis came to me buyontly spilling news that my mom was gonna open a SPA for her ruling her profession. I wanted to say aww i can work there then so i won't roam the streets. But it won't be my demeanor. So i didn't.


There's a list of food my Doc says to avoid;; mainly milk, tea, coffee, spices, supper. Yes. I better take note before regret come with full intention. One more thing, i lost my memory card. Hours later it was found. I gave my best dakota fanning grin but found out it was not working-means-all memory gone. Okay i'll leave you with that. Bye!

Me(joyfully): Sis, what kind of make-up should i wear to an interview?
Sis: The usual, something neat.
Me: okay..
Zen: aww you're going an interview?
Me: yea just trying thou i know my standards aren't to their requirements.
Sis: Ha. you're full of crap, one min art school, this& that.
Me: Why? its for BACKUP.

Then i sauntered out the door, irately. What i really really really want, is to live my body behind, to live in my mind:]

Between the hours 4a.m to 9a.m, i had a dream. One that seems like a phallic to my current unsettlement. I was a living-doll, fantasically, and a tailor made me tried afew costumes all of which wouldn't fit me. She started redoing my measures while i left for the streets, feeling so small in the world. Its not that i feel unwanted by the world, but the world feels unwanted by me.

State of oblivion

Just a rough hour ago, my papa's harsh spellbinding verbalizations drove me to a familiar home, my sanctuary;; my reverie. I can see myself in a simple clothe, in a dark but beautiful maze, relenting the traps that have shackled my tiny feet. I don't know why he, the one who taught me how to be independent at the age of 10, could make me portray my weakness again. The moment i knew it was coming, i desperately wanted Daniel on the line. I know i could choose what to do with my life. I know i'll need all the money i can earn to be happy. I know, by rebelling against his one-sided factual commands, he'll be irate. I know, if ever i'm wrong, i'll be losing him& me.

How can i go from here to there, with my father opposed to my 70% permenant decision? Pathetically, i wish i don't have to.

Innocence

Stoned.

Ello bloggie.

I'm in a mixture of proverbial malady. About 2a.m had me with cold-head& sore upper pharynx. Thank God it was abit better after i tried sleeping it off& then the morning woke me with a sudden need for extra strong stepsils. The minor fiasco upended after Dan collected me from home to my family clinic. "Its an infection in your throat" said the unfamiliar consultant. Me;; But why does it still hurts after mulitple consecutive times prescriptions i have finished? We'll see how if these drugs fixed me says he or i might arrange to send you to a specialist. The meantime, sleep more more liquid. Feelllingg soooo numbbb my throat now.

Anyway, I like telling myself, when teteering at the edge of caution, the world's only as big as what we know. You'll least expect when the evil line creeps onto you& when it does you'll only want to dissipate what has happened before the end surprises you. And then you'll be fortunate if you have someone you can cling onto during drastic confusion. Yes, this post relates to me in every-way. I'm only a girl in this big big world. Me who doesn't like being labelled or belong to the master of slut duplicities.

He speaks my name like its covered with blankets.

He's that kind of love i'll settle for. I know.

There's two kinds of love, i gathered, one is in the safe kind, you look for someone who's exactly like you. Its what most folks settle for. But then there's the other kind of love. Everyone is born with a ragged edge, And some folks crave that piece that's a perfect fit. You'll search it forever, if you have to. And if you're lucky to find it, you'll tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe i could look just as perfect. But then, of course when you try to get close to their other half, you don't fit anymore. That kind of love, you'll come out a different person than you were when you started. Will you sacrifice yourself to that extent?

My mom is many miles away from me at this juncture &i don't miss her. It'll be exponentially she'll call to speak to me either. I& her has an unknown maze i tried hard to exit wilst my dad& me, i have more vision of him in my life than her. Okay back to me. i'm scheduing my workdays to almost everyday this week. The desperate soul is taking its toll. I'll need enough to support myself. Anyways i'm feeling rice crispies in my throat. It's becoming insurmountable. My grandma was suggesting i remove my tonsils for my case. Okay gtg bye!

My aim.