Thursday, December 28, 2006 @ Thursday, December 28, 2006
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Tuesday, December 26, 2006 @ Tuesday, December 26, 2006
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Monday, December 25, 2006 @ Monday, December 25, 2006
What i wanna for CHRISTMAS!!: adidas shoe puma's bag adidas bag a white/purple gown Sony Mp3 Walkman PSP Christmas joyful recipe Zac and Vanessa together Forever! a New Novel book so now ya know what i wanna get huh?!hehe..yea that's right.this is all im asking for.cool huh?!i guess it sure is!hahaa...i know its funny bout' gettin' "Zac and Vanessa together Forever".its kinda weird to have that Christmas presents but its pretty cool to me.so do ya,i guess..... |
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Friday, December 22, 2006 @ Friday, December 22, 2006
I know this is pessimistic,but it's my view on love.Well..my view on love from a few years ago.It's not great, and the poem itself is originated by me,so...just read, and enjoy...I like it,hope ya will too. Edit:Okay..real love isn't like this,I know.But this is what a lot of teen love is like.. Check out the next post.."Love Is..."by -The Author's Itself |
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@ Friday, December 22, 2006
Love is a game just meant to be played.
Love is a phrase just overly clichéd. It's dominated by cheaters, players, and rule-breakers. Where three words often said are lies spoken by fakers. Love is an emotion and hormones are the cause. Love is prefection that brings out your flaws. Young ones are swayed into believing that it's real. Soon concious of mistakes, next fear is what you feel. Love is a wish desired by so many loners. Love is a sight shown off by its owners. It's a sad pathetic world when love is only wanted, for the sake of having it, and for it to be flaunted. Love ia a drug, addictive and strong. Love is a toy. and you're strung along. The endings are painful, yet again you will start, to end with more lies and tears, and another cruelly broken heart. Love is a reason to be treated like dirt. Love is an excuse, an excuse to get hurt. |
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Thursday, December 21, 2006 @ Thursday, December 21, 2006
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Friday, December 08, 2006 @ Friday, December 08, 2006
i cant believe that im gonna be gone by tomorrow.im really gonna feel ma homesick back again but this time will be the real feelin' of it.im gonna missed ya...urgh...sobs!but seriously,especially ma besty...MICHAEL!!!his ma best besty ever.im gonna missed ya, mich!i missed the chattin',messagin' and maybe even the talks;hahas...[always remembered your laughter]im gonna missed ma comp too!i told ya right that i couldnt live without ma comp....and sure i will missed it.i cant believe it that im gonna missed mich,and ma comp,FOR 4 DAYS!!!!wow...that's really bad...haiz....sobs.how i wished mich could come along and bring ma comp too!obviously,it would be potientially problematic.ya could really see the pathetic sight of hardless Nikki;Hidayah.urgh i felt awful right now....haish.well then...gonna go...couldnt stay any longer.im going to pack up.and when i come back...im going out with MICHAEL!,and i really couldnt wait for that cause'......,im meetin' ma Besty! |
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Thursday, December 07, 2006 @ Thursday, December 07, 2006
oh god...im started to feel homesick right now. anybody,help me?? urgh...i feel like vomitting right infront of the computer. but i wouldnt wanna to cause' i love ma comp. i cant live without it,seriously. okay let me get this straight to the point im quite restless nowadays.. maybe cause' i've been doing alot of stories around in ma beloved black book. some of ma members said that ma stories are kinda 'novel' stories ya know... cause' its bout' life with love. as in i called it as,'Life In A Fish Bowl' and whenever i write it...i will feel chill and,but i dunno why. maybe too...i was so into it,im gettin' restless feelin' homesick... go away....im goin' on vacation and its gonna spoiled everythin' that im gonna missed and a thing im gonna regret either. okay now,STOP,STOP,STOP! Nikki,ya have to stop for awhile from doing all those stories cause' its gonna make ya havin' homesick again and again! |
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Tuesday, December 05, 2006 @ Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Only one of me and nobody can get a second one from a photocopy machine. Nobody has the fingerprints i have. Nobody can cry ma tears,or laugh my laugh or have my expectancy when i wait. But anybody can mimic my dance with my dog. Anybody can howl how i can sing out of tune. And mirrors can show me up multiplied many times say,dressed up in red or dressed up in grey. Nobody can get into my clothes for me or feel my fall for me or do my running. Nobody hears my music for me,either. I am just this one. Nobody else makes the words i shape with sound when i talk. But anybody can act how i stutter in a rage. Anybody can copy echoes i make. And mirrors can show me multiplied many times,say,dressed in green or dressed up in blue. |
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