Monday, September 06, 2004

its the oestrogen thing. damn. i told u abt it before. i dunno. just talked to donn. feel abit disgusted w him. erks. sometimes..he acts soo.. *searching for right word* poly? hes talking abt beating up some guy that is pissing him of..i'm like huh?? pls be more diplomatic n act ur age not like some ah beng in some street corner..know wads the best part? he wants to meet him up to TALK at some corner at the 5pm??? wad the heck!! alrigthey..he can be so irritating sometimes. and wads up wid the " i wanna go hotel 81 at geylang n i need company??" wth....sometimes..i get so irritated. at one am on a sat morn when the u're all alone n its dark..its kinda attributed to hormones. ill tolerate that. wads up with this one? sometimes..i think i thnk i like him. soemtimes..i wanna whack him with a hammer. so irritating. but as u know..its all words.. i refuse to listen to sweet talk. he's a born-flirt. damn. i get all the bad boys n i'm quite fed up n losing interest in them. wadsoever!

harshi
and so her story is told@ 4:25 AM
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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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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..
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