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never saw it coming.
i should have started running.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Once again. I need to get something or rather, someone to help me kill the hideous sight and sounds of the late nights. And not forgetting the horrid sight and awaiting of something to happen. I hate that kind of feeling. It sucks. The more you hate it. The more you want to avoid it. Then the more it comes back to you. With more then you can handle in the very first place. I think I am getting out of it. I think I am. Rather hope so much that I am. But the thoughts of her still fill my mind like no one's business every single break of day. It comes and never fails to stay for awhile. Then fades into the life of the hustle and bustle of the city ...Then back again it comes with a vengeance. = i feel like crawling into the darkened room and stay there till i find myself ; again. I don't know man. I can't get this right. And i hate myself for being such a jack arse. this sucks. for real ; i wished i never felt like this. for fake ; i wished nothing of this sort ever took place. damn.oh wells. went clubbing. and i am going to club again next wed i think. heh. v'dae for me this year is to rest so that the day after i got the energy. ha ha. freaking nonsense. and then head to school with the weekly thrusday hang over. ha ha. and for fark ... thursdays are the worst days. cause ... its computing. the worst of the whole farking lot. *swears. can't wait till later ... heading out with jasmine and esther. woot. and i am going to buy the 10 million dollar toto draw ticket !!! either today or tmr. damn. i need to get the ticket. i feel farking lucky this year man. =)) somehow that it. damn.tomorrow i am FINALLY getting my farking phone changed. can't wait. to VS3. the camera's damn good man. ha ha. and this is going to be the fist phone i pay ... ENTIRELY BY MYSELF. yesh. i am a proud muther farker. heh heh. the dreams have yet to end its unending rampage on me. signing outt. woot.\kaye. - i like the way you wanted me. every night. the past never awaits to take its taunting.
memories locked at Sunday, February 05, 2006
all about me;
kaaye\. 19years.
22nd november 1987.
overgrown kid.
taken.
my sanity's long gone.
likes\.
hanging out with my friends ; ALOT.
nice tasting alcohol in general ; erdinger ; mojito ; moet or blessed vc.
trance ; house ; rock ; alternative ; punk ; metal ; bossa nova / jazz.
new gadgets.
baking ; cupcakes and all.
shiny stuff.
the sun , the sand , the water = THE BEACH !!!
slacking like there is no such thing as time.
dislikes\.
the people i hate are all irritating !!!
horrid people ; with appalling characters.
people with horrid manners.
insects and such.
bad weather.
headaches ; ankle sprains.
BAD COFFEE !!!
greens.
wish list\.
that calculator casio watch.
that pair of rock and republic pants.
that perfect messenger bag.
that new PDA !!!
that new laptop.
that pair of adidas shoe-wees.
that pair of tiger shoe-wees.
that new jacket.
that nike haversack.
that new tops from pull and bear.
that new pair of jeans.
that flesh imp top.
that head porter bag.
that pair of lacoste shoe-wees.
entries;
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shouts;
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past;
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