DINISHA
avid dancer
believes in the virtues of meticulous study
aspiring forensic pathologist
an unthought rarity
music aficionado
10 11 89 LUSTS
jack johnson
Rock & Roll and faded blue jeans
And standing on the edge of everything
Seventeen
Friday, May 5
the grey ceiling on the earth well it's lasted for a while take my thoughts for what they're worth i've been acting like a child your opinion, what is that? it's just a different point of view what else, what else can i do i said i'm sorry, yeah i'm sorry i said i'm sorry but what for if i hurt you then i hate myself i don't want to hate myself don't want to hurt you why do you choose your pain if you only knew how much i love you (love you) i wont be your winter & i wont be anyone's excuse to cry & we can't be forgiven & i will be here oh picture on the shelf it's been there for a while a frozen image of ourselves we were acting like a child innocence in a trance a dance that lasted for a while read my eyes just like a diary oh remember, please remember well, i'm not a beggar but once more if i hurt you then i hate myself i dont want to hate myself dont want to hurt you why do you choose that pain if you only knew how much i love you i won't be your winter & i won't be anyone's excuse to cry & we can't be forgiven & i will be here -your winter Duncan Sheik
thought: people live secret lives. somehow, we just don't know it. maybe not yet. and when we do, we get upset, we fell agitated and have the desire to find out what's behind those eyes. those eyes who saw you through hardship, made you feel you meant something, motivated you through every bit of your 'adolescence'.
we all want to know. we all want to care. we just give too much of a damn, it gets exasperating sooner or later. it never meant to be this way. everyone was just supposed to live life day to day accepting life's every torment of rides. there were not supposed to be foolish masquerades prancing the streets. it sucks to know that, everyone else lives behind-the-scenes, and maybe you dont. you might, but you just dont realise it.
the set stage, the lone stool, the puppeteer of my own demise, the writer of my own tragedy i.
ohmygodupthereinheaven, i was on my way for tuition when i decided to stop by at cheers (kembangan) to get some chocs when, before my very eyes, stood the Lime Magazine issue for May with Adam Brody utilising the entire front cover of the mag. Oh yeah. heh. my love for him lives on. it's almost cladestine! heh. but yeah, although i've never bought a Lime Mag in my entire teenhood, this is considered my first! but it's for a good cause (:
yeah, so mother's day is on the rise. Good Lord. what the hell should i get psycho mum? saw this really nice heart shaped locket on the net.
nice nice? it's about 40 bucks or so. not bad aye? so goddammed reasonable. and i get to engrave mother's day 2006 on it! anyways, tag me if you like it yeah?
