Hello my dear readers, well I can't say readers if you're not my daily reader or whatsoever.. okay nevermind.
I've changed blogs. Keeping this one here for the sake of memories. I may go back and look at it to reflect myself. I'm just starting on a new blog because.. I've moved on. (:
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Goodbye, memories.
I'm out
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I have a twin and his name is Syafiqa. HAHAHAHA CUTE RIGHT! Don't we look a like?
So my Saturday was occupied my dear twin here. We webcammed like... nearly half of the day. camwhoring and talking crap. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I also watched the whole of season 2 of glee. Man when is February gonna come?! the last two eps of season 2 glee. Can't wait. Can't wait!
I need to go now! Study and do my art. shall blog later.
Life can be bloody. Life can be so painful that you need to suck it all and let it out.
Most girls would just wanna live in a fairytale. We can dream. We can dance in that fantasy, we can slide into it. Fantasies can be real, if it's realistic enough. But not all fantasies are like that right?
I love reading young adult books. Especially romance novels. It has those kind of endings, bad and good that can never be expected. IT has all that shit drama you can never really find in real life. The best part about reading them, you get to feel and read what the author is expressing to the readers. When it hurts too much, you'd feel the hurt. It's like you're experiencing the pain and love at the same time.
I dont really have a specific favourite author yet. But the books I read, they're like heaven to me. You'd know if the book is good by it's first few chapters. Better, the first page! The book so well written, that it'd make you cry. How beautiful it was to experience (not physically, but emotionally), how the main character is facing through.
ANYWAYS, talking with some bra right now. I mean a human. Shall post picts from today.
"What?" I asked uneasily. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He shook his head, the smile rueful now. "Because sometimes, a person can get so caught up in the details that they miss the whole. It's not just the dress or the hair. It's YOU. You're beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me."
— Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice)
