femme fatale.

Friday, August 27, 2004

wassup yo..back afta such a looooooog time...i nearly forgot that i had a blog.. well yeah..this is ma secret blog. kept away frm the world. Kept frm any sinister eyes that might take onto judging me. but haha, did away with ma secret when jas tham confessed hers. so..right now..onli two ppl in the world know of this blog's existence. ME and one of my FaVouriteST frend in the world rite now..jas tham. well..i suppose it one of those days..those days that ur mood seems to sink so low nuthing u do seem to lift it up. perhaps i have multiple personalities..cus when i get into those swings...i seem to take on a whole new persona~ a 180 deviation frm my normal vivacious "lets take life by the horns" attitude. All i ever seem to do i snap, shout n piss off anyone who even attempts to hold a normal conversation with me. its the "leave me alone" phase..know wad i mean? prob not. why wld i even expect you to be half as weird as i am. it's a period of time when even ur favourite song seems rather disconsolate. anyway..perhaps this is wad they call PMS and i'm just good at taking it badly. as i was reading my other blog entries...i realised that perhaps i was going through the same "low" period but i've thankfully emerged unscathed frm those gratuitous episoides. on second thoughts maybe not. during those periods, i had a legitimate reason to be on the floor. right now..i suppose its just one of "those days" when everything ard u just seem to nibble at u and everything anyone says to you takes on a double tone. and having my hair cut just isnt helping. i hate my hair. really. i try to see it in a positive light, if not, even try to like it. but it just aint working. that blardy asshole cut my hair thin, and i cant even tye it in apony tail right now. its time the chinese worked it all out. we indians like being ourselves. we DONT wanna look like the chinese. ANd no thank you but we realli like our thick "unmanageable" hair. at least we dont look bald by the time we hit our 50s. i gorging down a cheesecake rite now. i can find heaven in mango cheesecake. thats how pathetic my life has evolved to. thinking of all the calories. perhaps. maybe not. perhaps wad jas had been saying has been taking onto me subconciously. i need a hot nice boyfrend. yep. someone to leave me alone at all times except when i want him. typical selfish bitch i am and i would love to act that way if not for some portion of my brain regulating my every goddamn move. like someone to run along with to catch coffee frm starbucks. someone who cld be there at all times n understand that rite now..i cant give back as much cus its nt that i dun want to, but i cant afford the time. frankily speaking, no matter how much i get up to in the clubs, i dun believe in dating guys i meet in the club. tho they seem earnest i bet they've got some ulterior motive rite up the sleeves and these days..at the clubs..i just wanna scream "leave me alone" lemme just do ma thang n leave me the fuck alone. ooh. and i've worked it all out. its true n serious n not directed at the entire species just cus of one misgiving but a thorough analysis of the whole individualistic characteristic of each one of them. i hate men. to be more specific indian men. i hate them like no body's biz. i abhor them. absolutely contemptous of them. destest them n CONDEMN them. i hate the crow gang. i feel this sense of hate wallowing me up and when i hate all those ppl ard me..esp before bio paper yest when the crow gang sat right behind me..i feel more determined to prove my self worth n that i shall do by starting to mug for my prelims right now.

harshi
and so her story is told@ 9:52 PM

Comments:

hey baby.....LURVE ya...cheer up okae? exams are almost over....time to party!!!*HUGS*

# posted by

Jasmine : 3:58 AM

the Femme

+ and thus, she is named +
+ Age +
0
+ from +
lil red dot on the globe
+ craving for.. +
ice cream and cake
+ hates +
nymphomaniac bitches
+ wishlist +
1.) colored cellphone
2.) new makeup
3.) vacation

Sometimes I love you, sometimes i hate you, but everything i do, is only to get tangled up in you

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Angels from HELL

jas
xin yi
eve
mel khong
gracie
thuvaragan
mian
keling killah

Credits

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not read anything quite as beautiful as this.

My angel
My angel is as perfect as heaven
She is as fiesty as hell
but she is from neither
more precious than any diamond gold and silver
she is weaned by Mother Earth tender

My angel's the colour of sand
With rings of locks that cascade
Frames her lovely smile with which
My heart she takes
Her face as beautiful as dawn
Habours the innocence of a doe-eyed fawn
Big dark eyes that implore
She moves like autumn leaves in fall

My angel's needs no halo
When from inside she glows
The sweetest thing is what she is
Words cant express the way i feel
When you think of her
You think of rainbows
She ignites your soul from deep below

My angel
My past, My future
My ups, My downs
My smiles, My frowns
My all, My everything
When i think of love
I think of you

Thank you- harshini..