I wish I could tell the world
Life has been much masquerade.
But I guess behind all that pretty mask,
I'm still the same.
the girl inside
her life stories
talk to her
say hi - to her friends
Her past
Her Wishlist
She keepz her memOries
farewell

She's got her wishes listed..
+a vintage dress+
+altered jeans..i'm just too short+
+a belt+
+3/4 pantz+
+N72!!+
+Black pantz+
+Skirt+
+net leggings+
+a digital camera+
+tights+
+patent shoes+
+black headbands+
+longer hair+
+to be a better listener+
+watch a movie at Vivocity+
+be a better daughter+
+polish ayang's boots+
+have a dvd marathon at home with ayang+
+loads of ker-chingz+
+have 10 kids..erm... maybe? not? +
+go sentosa when the sun is shining ;I've got access to free pass!; +
+couple photoshoot+
+My 2 Degrees!+
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
|| I'm tortured. Wrapped around me is the most thinnest cord that cuts through my skin. The same cord that penetrates life into my endless soul, raptured but the delight of sadism. My heart aches; head heavy with thoughts. Spinning in my heavy head is a carousel that hung tiny little minude details of my unsatisfied hunger in life. I've got telescope eyes looking at me in ever direction. Human beings and non animated objects trying to drown me in the uttermost pit of being dry. ||
I'm so tired nowadays. I dont feel like going to work. Now i wonder whether I deserve to be a nurse or probably another professional change? Work is a craze. So political. So routined. So pain stakingly tiring. I wonder how they can work with ease. I wonder why they wont employ more nurses to help out with things. I cried most of the time. It's just so stressful. You dont know that honey. I cried silently inside my heart. That's why im so quiet nowadays. Im worried about alot of things.
About the future;
Studies;
Finances;
You dont understand how i think. Because you cant. Its so hard to explain. I cant tell you my problems because you've got bigger problems than me. Sometimes I wish i can be alone. So i wont hurt anyone; even hurt you. You're like my lover and my best friend together. So nice ya the way we were months ago? Im sorry i treated u so badly nowadays. I ignored you. I flared. Im just so emotionally, physically and mentally stressed up you know. I tried to make you all happy but i get the shitz at the end of the day. Im so fucked.
The End, Shit.There's more next time. D`uh!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Me. Diana.
11031988
TTSH;AN
Im as dead as living.
I'm not the person you thought I was.
I never was.
I never will be.
Sorry for letting you down.
Sorry you have to find out.
But you'll never know me.
And you'll never know my deepest darkest desires.