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i hope you like oranges. and kiwis.
and lemons.and oranges.
i like oranges. they're really pretty. and nice.like goldfishes. and the sun.


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Floating in dreamland. where all the foods are imaginary.
and all the people are nice.
And even if they weren't we could always wake up.

Oneday.

tomorrow. (maybe)

The Girl



>>is way too fat.


Height: 5'7"
CW: 106 (47.7kg) D:
HW: 119


Old Goals: 112!

GW1: 110! (50)
by 23 mar


GW2: 107 (48.5)
by 31 mar

REACHED!
(11 Nov)

GW3: 105 (47.5)
by 20 Nov


GW4: 103 (46.5/47)
by 31 Nov


GW5: 100 (45.5)
by 31 Dec



UGW: 99 (45)


UUGW: 97

UUGW: to be ethereal. weightless. like those beautifully crafted paper dolls and the air.


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Friday, May 21, 2010

i cant stand snoops. and i cant stand no brainer copycats.


Invisible smiles, quashed in the depth of our hearts, as we slogged away; a faint but lingering hint of promises. a proud creation to finally call our own. It is nothing less but a piece of our soul.

The carefully concentrated and painfully extruded extracts of ourselves. of who we are. It isours to claim, and rightly so. The single rare spark, awaited through the periods of long haunting silences which have taunted us at every turn. the accumulated subconsciousness, defined.

How could you don these elusive cloaks which we have toiled over so laboriously. A badge of the pain, the joy, the insanity we suffer. How could you steal it from us?
 Anorexia, Music, Style, Preferences, Dress sense.



I was sitting in class, forced to listen to a absolutely brainless conversation of this bunch of idiots from this absolutely cliched, stereotypical, unoriginal, trend following clique.


"oh i don't like french braids now."

"yeah, i like fishtail braids"

"french braids are so common now... so many people are wearing them..."

"fish tails are better... like different" (hinting at her own supposed originality)


guess what? you guys were one of those people who jumped the band wagon when french braids first rose into popularity. And now with fishtail braids too?!?

SAME to those who have jumped the bandwagon with the indie bands and high waisted skirts. Why heck are you wearing or listening to something just because it's the hype? and i'm not even going to start on the whole DSLR trend. Or the trend of everyone going on a "anorexic diet"

I'm just so pissed off at all the annoying airheads who keep hijacking the few rare  awesomely lovely things that still remain in life. things that offer me my sole few moments of salvation, peace and tranquility.




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