When I was driving home, I thought about the word “special.” And I thought the last person who said that about me was my aunt Helen. I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.
When I was driving home, I thought about the word “special.” And I thought the last person who said that about me was my aunt Helen. I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.
“Ian MacArthur is a wonderful sweet fellow who wears glasses and peers out of them with delight.”
That was the first sentence.
(* I will write a story with that first sentence too(: )
I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked “good.” Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair’s right for the first time in your life?
This is Spike. He was..drowsy. Thus the freaky eyes.
this as well. i stole the first one from the burberry website and the latter from lookbook! (:
I’d like to be “open minded”, so I will add anyone that comments. I mean, unless I suspect you’re some forty year old paedophile then..NOT GONNA HAPPEN!
A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything.
Be sure to post anonymously and honestly.
+ I have pictures to share
- i don't have much to blog about
+ feast your eyes on this lovely picture. Okay, not that "lovely" but lovely imo. Haha.
+ Taken on the best trip of my life = Perth
- I'll never go back
+ I have the memories.
Well, March Holadios will abruptly end soon and like every other teenager in Singapore, totally not looking forward to it. And, re-filming. I realise i've failed every drama exam (practical) i've taken. Though I want to keep "perserving" and shit, there's a little part of my faith that dies every time the teacher gives me "feedback/grade". I always do better in the writing. ALWAYS.
Well, FML i guess. F, M, L.
I wish you all well. I'm not sure if this'll be public, but if it is, ):
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle"
I saw this on an old friend's Livejourna and thought I should share it with the world. HA. How lame am I.
when it rains
well you'll always find an escape
just running away
from all of the ones who loved you
from everything
you made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole
you'll say that you don't want to see the sun anymore.
oh, oh, how could you do it?
I never saw it.
Oh, oh, I need an ending
so why can't you stay long enough to take your time?
Take my time.
When it rains (live from the final riot!) by paramore.
<3.



