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Welcome to my blog !

Hey guys !

Created this space years and years ago thus do forgive
me if it comes off as extremely cheesy. And the incredibly
tacky name. Haha, I get chills everytime I lay eyes on it.
Too lazy to change things though !

I love to write, so have kept myself updating over the years.
I hope you guys enjoy reading me ! ♥


Previous posts.

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  • Bali.
  • Sidenote.
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  • And it's prom night baby.
  • In the month of February.
  • Bah.
  • But don't you, don't you want to learn to fly.


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    So tell me.

    Monday, May 17, 2010
    12:39 AM

    There are the kind of days where I wished I knew no one, and the world were quiet without anyone on it. Be silly without having to worry what people might think. Be me instead of who I want people to think I am. And as quickly as that thought comes, it leaves. With me yearning terribly to have someone to tell me what to do, someone who knows me like I never knew myself.

    And I'm pretty sure I didn't just say that. Someone else probably did.

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