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Welcome♥

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.


Other Goals:

10K REACHED!
21K REACHED!
42K
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Sunday, June 27, 2010

there's so much that I've forgotten.
like the way i used to be able to laugh and giggle thoughtlessly along with you
or the times when my smiles used to be genuine, and i used to speak what was really on my mind.

or when i used to peel off that weird sticky desert in layers, and love how the red layers were so bright. or when i stared into the sky with you, and felt content.

i miss the days when we ran through the corridors, together, and the knowing smiles we'd give each other. because it was simply given we would be each other's pair.

i miss how you'd tell me about things to fancy and far away, and how genuinely happy you were when i finally made into french classes. you told me about Tin Tin.

or how you entrusted me, and no one else with your precious book, when you got into a fight with your mom. and the roughly broken ice cream stick with a weird fish sticker on it. because one day, when i come back, we'd be able to match our sticks together.

or the time when we lay on our backs, with the lights off, just rambling of about life. and when we'd trade apples, my red ones for your green.

there's too much I've lost, and let go of. so even if it's just for today, we'll be strong. we've got to.

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