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My Hideaway from the World
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Remember back when you were in secondary school and you dreamed of the JC life, swaggering around in an A-line mini skirt, with multi-colured sneakers and a large leather tote hanging over your right arm. Hair swept back with mulitple sparkly scrunchees and burettes with bangs dangling above your eyes. Crammed full of superior knowledge with a care in the world. Well I can just take that beautiful image, chew on it, spit it down and flush it down the toliet bowl continuously till it dissolves in the wet.
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My Hideaway from the World
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Sunrise, sunrise, looks like mornin in your eyes. Spent the whole night at the airport supposedly mugging but in the end I only finished like, one tutorial. Then we went to Terminal One's viewing gallery cause Terminal Two's was under construction. And we sat there and watched the sunrise from behind the drab grey rain clouds, and the air was heavy and wet from the rain the previous night and the whole sky was a bluish grey, dappled with hints of tamrine and violet. really gorgeous. Thursday, May 12, 2005.
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My Hideaway from the World
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Wouldn't it be Nice? Life's just that much harder when the two best friends you know who will always be there for you, ever ready with a huge slab of chocolate and a wad of DVDs, aren't physically there for you anymore. And what makes it so much worse it's that the people you were there for, the ones who were crying, who were depressed, and you dropped all to stay by their side, suddenly turn their back on you. And all you can do is stare helplessly as they smile and walk away. Listen; The stars speak.
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My Hideaway from the World
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Try to Walk Away and I Stumble. Dare I hold my breath and type everything out in a go? There's just so many thing I've been meaning to spill out. That day during lit tutorial our group was dissecting the attraction between opposite personalities. I admit I got a bit caught up in showing my utmost support that it ended up with me stumbling all over my words and tons of awkard stares. Having someone who complements all your flaws, who excels where you lack. Listen; The stars speak. Wednesday, May 11, 2005.
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My Hideaway from the World
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How to Make a Me. How to make a Lin Tianni Tammi. Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Top it off with a sprinkle of wisdom and enjoy! Listen; The stars speak. Tuesday, May 17, 2005. Love Angel Music Baby (Album)- Gwen Stefani. Under Rug Swept (Album)- Alanis Morissette. So-Called Chaos (Album)- Alanis Morissette. No Exit (Album)- Blondie. Under My Skin- Avril Lavigne. Never Be Replaced (Song)- First Ladi. White Houses (Song)- Vanessa Carlton. Boulevard of Broken Dreams (Song)- Green Day.
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My Hideaway from the World
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Drop it Like it's Hot. I'm still a little afraid;. Just hold on to me. And If I slip and let go,. If I break and fall behind,. You will never look back. Why is there a stigma attached to anything I've ever wanted to be:. Just plain simple happy. It's times like these when your true friends emulsify. Should I question my actions? Obviously you guys think I've done something wrong. Now even the sun sulks behind a thin veil of cloud. I'm okay with you guys just walking off soundlessly as soon as he appears.
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My Hideaway from the World
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Running running, as fast as I can. Do you think we'll make it? Hold on, way too tight and just let it all go. Watch it hit the ground. And shatter into a million pieces. Impact brings about a cloud of tiny little fragments. Like a spray of water droplets. Reflecting a thin membrane of a rainbow. I can't fix it. Can you? Listen; The stars speak. Monday, May 23, 2005. Love Angel Music Baby (Album)- Gwen Stefani. Under Rug Swept (Album)- Alanis Morissette. So-Called Chaos (Album)- Alanis Morissette.
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My Hideaway from the World
http://fortified-plastique.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html
Wouldn't it be Nice? Life's just that much harder when the two best friends you know who will always be there for you, ever ready with a huge slab of chocolate and a wad of DVDs, aren't physically there for you anymore. And what makes it so much worse it's that the people you were there for, the ones who were crying, who were depressed, and you dropped all to stay by their side, suddenly turn their back on you. And all you can do is stare helplessly as they smile and walk away. Listen; The stars speak.
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My Hideaway from the World
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Click View Encoding Unicode (UTF-8). Listen; The stars speak. Thursday, March 31, 2005. In the time span of one month I have managed to stimultaneously hurt two people whom I loved and cherished. I'm a monster. Stay away. Unruly racket made by angry mob, i.e. gnashing of pitchforks etc.*. Listen; The stars speak. Thursday, March 31, 2005. When there's Noone Else. Haha, I'm really screwed on this one right Mich? Remember when you first heard of the term "heartbreak"? We were both wrong. I should have saw ...
