why do you wait for me?

Royalty

Marinah. I'm a vegetarian and I abhore animal abuse.
I can either be your Mary Poppins or your Tyler Durden, go figure.
I'm opinionated, pensive, intrepid and very very stubborn
I absolutely despise impudence, especially from those with no knowledge, talent or ideas of their own.
I'm anal about the use of language
Music and the deviant underground play a huge part in my life
Materialistic, but I believe in obtaining my own wealth, not depend on others.
Superficial at the very least, Judgmental at most
Currently, i'm just contented with my brain stimulated by literature, film and art
My heart filled with love by the PandaCat, my boys & bestfriends, pipi and my family
and my soul, exhilirated by the endless music and lyrics i'm exposed to daily

Reach Me

msn

at: kuchizuke__@hotmail.com (that's 2 underscores for you)
gmail

at: bitemeblondie@gmail.com

03 December, 2006 : there are 8 rules.

hello. im in school waiting for the mom and dad to pick me up.
trying to pick an outfit which covers the hicky on my neck.
trying to clean up a room beyond dirty.
trying to print out an article with an inkless printer.
trying to do the impossible.

so many things happened. so many people got upset.
count me in.
what do u do, when a good friend of yours pass away? how do u react when it's so sudden? who do blame when you get so angry? what do u do to his messages and his phone number in your hp?
i don't know.
i failed statistics.
that, i know.
ever get that feeling that u dont really have a purpose where u are? theres that one time u think uve found ure saviour, the one who makes u feel like ure needed but what happens when u disappoint him/her? what happens when they stop needing u? back at square one?
u stand at a funeral, trying not to let ure tears get the better of u.
u think of the late, and u miss him already.
u use all of ure strength inside u just to stand still and not break down.
because everyone tells u not to break down. so u have to stay strong.
and then, there u are at the most vulnerable, alone and afraid, sad and struggling, u meet ure breaking point.
as she struts in front of u, u looking like $2, in ure cheap black skirt and shirt, doing everything u can to keep it together, and her all lanky and pretty and fair with painfully straight hair and fabulously long legs.
"oh,ok.."
thats the last thing u need.
really.
so tell me again, when can i really break down?

Royalty

at: kuchizuke__@hotmail.com (that's 2 underscores for you)
gmail

at: bitemeblondie@gmail.com