Wildflowers, felt good beneath my feet
The wind blew tangles in my hair

Clickety!

Stacy, July 16th.

I am a Child of God, & that gives my life meaning.

My vivid emotions & imagination takes me away from this world, so much that I tend to live in my own head most of the time. I am not afraid of being alone, but confronting my fears & insecurities can be incredibly painful.

I have my camera with me everywhere I go. I capture everything that I find interesting, be it my friends, the sky, a building, or just a lonely stray cat. To me, the most beautiful thing about photographs, is that each have a different story to tell. The things that you are unable to keep in your memory, are captured & preserved, all in a photo, forever.

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A: Amelia Annabella
C: Cherlynn
D: Derrick
E: Eunice
F: Fiona
G: Gavin Germaine
H: Huiying
I: Isabella
J: Jasmine Jialiang Jaslin JonTan Joy
K: Kaien
L: Leona Lihong
M: Marcus Lim Meiqi
P: Priscilla
S: Sharizal Stephanie
T: Tabitha
W: Wendy Wenkai
Y: Yokelin
Z: Zijing

Thursday, July 3, 2008 @ 11:37 PM


If what you let him put you through is called love, I'm telling you now - you are all screwed up. If the world were to ever go ahead with your defination of love, if this world crisis were to ever happen, then I'm telling you now - I will never love again.

As a friend I believe I have already done my part. You refuse to move on with your life, too bad, because I will move on with mine. The next time history repeats itself, I will not care. I promise you, I will not care. You get yourself in this situation, then you jolly well get yourself out of it. It is pointless for me to put out my hand anymore, because we all know how the ending would be.

This time I am really disappointed in you. Really. You make me want to give up all hope on you.

He can only fill you up this much. He makes you happy for awhile. Tell me other than the adrenaline rush you get from his fucking, what can he give to you?

You let him play around with you. You let him call you a slut. You let him make you cry. You let him break your heart. You let him use you as a sperm toilet. & as if that's not enough, you return back to him after he says some pathetic words, & maybe a few smses with the words 'I'll change'

Have a little bit more self-dignity, would you?

& no I don't bloody give a damn as to who sees this. I repeat: I Don't Give A Damn.

(L)