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profile PAMELA 130194 archives February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 May 2009 November 2009 December 2009 cbox affiliates andro-meda archana ariel audrey cassandra chelsea chinghan christy clare daoxin deborah-loone dini evangeline georgina geraldine hanru harriet hazel jasmine jeaneve jessie jimin joan jolene jolene [1c1 08'] khairunnisa [1c1 08'] klare linqi meijun oneceeone07 paveta pearlyn phoebe racheepoo renhui sabrina samantha si hui tessa-sim tessa-ying trisha vanessa soh vanessa vanitha verity vishaki wendy wenxi whitesands xintian xinyi yimin-thegreat yuanteng yvonne ziyu zoey credits skin by: Jane |
Wednesday, 3 October 2007 @ 18:22
don't ask me what's this; history can drive someone mad put on those earphone's and turn the volume way up til the drum beat is way exaggerated thumping in your head music so loud that your ears hurt like crazy but whatever who cares so you plug in your guitar crank up the volume before dragging your pick across the strings repeatedly; like a maniac the ground and walls vibrate but then out comes the acoustic and a new song blaring in your head, it sounds so neat but you just cant find THAT chord so you come to a realisation before slamming your guitar on the cold hard floor, smashing it into a million pieces, bouncing off the bed; splintering the walls -this aint no poem u dig-this is crap-cold, hard, crap- okay, back to history.. sigh... ahhh five more mortifying days of heck. whoo..! this is the first time i used the word 'mortifying'- and i still hate literature hateit hateit hateit. I HATE EXAMS.. HATE THEM. |