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Oh hello. I am Narah and I am 18. Dark chocolates,marshmallows and novels are my favorite things.

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Thursday, September 30, 2010
Ze black and white of life.

She asked me, why haven't you deactivated your friendster account since you're not using it anymore.
I wondered why, so I logged in earlier.

Then I realised the reason why.

There's just too many memories there.

I'm such a sucker for this but friendster shall stay, it'll just be ignored.

:)

Monday, September 20, 2010
Sweeel wheels heels.

Tired after skating session earlier.
After all the falls and the speed and the laughters and the screams,
I just wanna close my eyes and drift away.
:D



BTW, you guys are just fucking mean.Bah.
Tak sukeeee.
Go jump down.
I'm not kental, you are, if you thought I had fallen for that lame trick. -_-

Saturday, September 18, 2010
Something about you.

I think I'll hire Cupid,
to make you see
that I'm more than just a stranger to you.
Cos there's something in your eyes
something in your shy smiles
something in the way you look at me.

<3
CM.

Thursday, September 16, 2010
You'll never change. I know that so why bother giving you a chance?

This is the ultimate lowest you can go.
Seriously.
I can't fucking believe my ears.
Taking advantage of someone whom you know is so naive.
Lowest form of flirt.
I still can't believe it.
Don't come complaining to me when that road rat gives you problems.
In a funny way, I pity them.

Shit. I still can't believe you'd stoop so low.
You disgust the heck out of me with that fake gigglings and naik bulu roma voice.

bleargh.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I miss my friends.

Can you just go away?

I do not wish to have anything to do with you.

Go drown in your own life with your partner can? I don't want to be the next person you are so interested to know about even after I get attached to someone else. (if that ever happens)

And to the others, stop fucking making assumptions like you know what's happening and what I'm going through. If I needed cliche' advises, I'll inform you.

Sometimes, everything will not be alright.

Maybe I'll have to learn to accept it and stop getting disappointed everytime it happens again. How long more right?

Goodnight.

Sunday, September 12, 2010
Selamat? Hari Raya ppl.

Lack of proper vocabulary ahead.

Personally, this year, Raya just sucks big big time.
I'm dreading it next year.
Couldn't really feel the mood much less be happy for it.
I don't understand why adults behave in such a way.
Everything is just fucking superficial and fake.
EVERYTHING.
Moneyfuckingmoney.
I'm sick of all the fucking arguments, the fucking cold shoulders, and that goddamned getting back at each other thing going on.
Noone ever fucking realises who the hell gets affected by their actions.
I am very affected, all of us are.
But as adults, they just go on like they've always had.

Bloody hell.
I'm tired of crying but it just plain sucks.

This time round, noone can see anything other than a smile and lame jokes on me.
Unless, there is one who can really understand me. They'll know for sure.
Haish.
And with exams coming up,
I'm fucked.