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never saw it coming.
i should have started running.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Memories are the only things that remain after everything ends. Tears begin to fall only because , you mourn either for yourself or that you are too reliant on someone or something that you cannot do without their pressence. Cause you know that somehow everything is just not supposed to be 'right' without that particular person.
But then again on the other hand , you wonder why everything is happening. You loose someone. Then the world starts to tumble right before your eyes. Then everything you thought that you had somehow prepared is no more prepared. Your heart sinks into something so dark. You wonder if you ever see light again. Cause for all you know is that , at the particular moment in time , you are not fit for anything in life. You are not sane enough to see through certain things that make you want to cry every single time.
Every single time that you see something that reminds you of that person. Everything that reminds you of the person , actually are always there … It is just that , that particular person made it stand out form the entire crowd. Which then makes you think that IT IS special.
Everything that happens has an after effect. With the same amount of power.
Maybe it is just me. I think that I am doing pretty fine on my own. I think. Or is it that I am getting used to it all. All this rampage about love. I still don't understand why we always fall for the same thing. Over and over again. kaye\.take me to heaven's end. i beg of you.
memories locked at Sunday, March 19, 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.
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