Hurt?Heh.

Hurt. Someone has hurt you badly and though you
won't show it, it has left you a hollow shell.
You are simply pretending to exist.

What's" on the inside?
brought to you by

Really? Am I?

I'm not done yet.

Firstly, i've turned sam-friendly.

Secondly, I'm married to Masashi.

Thirdly, They're hilarious in pugjelly.com

I see sam in the same shirt. Always.
I see Masashi being quiet. Always.

BUT HE FLASHED! HIS BUTT. HE'S GOT A NICE ASS.
and he's hilarious.

Don't get me wrong.. I'm still in love with Doug...it's just that..
Sashi's more...reachable. Wooolalala.

Ooooh.


My inner me says: Yummy Sushi!

What happened to Goodbye?

No actual goodbye.
Well I cried on the way home.
Bye bye.


I listen to loud sceamy music when
i'm angry. Haha.


My inner me says: bye.

My Favorite Sushi.

Pug Jelly.


Masashi.


My sushi.




My inner me is in bliss.

Nothing has to make sense really...

This is Hoobastank, Ladies and Gentlemen.

Get over it.

No, I just thought of putting the picture there for fun.

Anyways, Doug looks hot as always.

And Dan too.

Heehee.

So sometimes I wish I could just runaway.

*and then the song 'running away' comes up*

Because my life to me, is one big roll of film.

*'running away' stops* Then comes in applause.

No, not a movie, it's more like a soap opera.

*voice-over says 'these are the days of our lives*

-_-

*ok, ok we'll stop*

Thank you.

*applause*

Grr.

anyways,

so yeah. one big never ending soap opera.

lots of drama.

lots of feelings.

lots of YOU.

ergh.

hmm.

So hate me if you think i'm wrong.

Haha that's funny.

Get over it.

I did.

My inner me says: Please, stop embarrasing yourself.

Hoo-who?

Don't Hoo-what? or Hoo-who? me you dumb freak.


It's bloody Hoobastank. How can you not know Hoobastank.


You stupid Geylang-filled mind Mat.


Say you're a rock freak. Everything, you know.


How bout Hoobastank?


Hoo-who?


Grr.


Oh, Hoobastank is bushman's brother ar?


Ha ha ha. You are one amusing little dimwit are you?


Get over yourself.

.
Ladies and Gentlemen. This is Geylang.
Yes, I'm not pro-malay.
I don't go there.
Grr.

And then...

I told her.
Yes I did.
And it turned out okay.
So i'm going to experience Sec 3 express again.
I'm okay with it.
So. Hello Rachel and Lonnie.
I missed you. I'm not sure whether
there will still be late night rantings
or spammings. I'm sorry.
Ok then.




My inner me says: Whatever.

OH REALLY?

I don't want to care anymore.
I didn't do those things.
Maybe someday I can fly to the moon.
Yes I can.
Stop staring at me like that.
Nash gives everyone a big hug.
And takes it back.
Here's a handshake.
Oh, I fooled you this time.
Whatever it is, it just wasn't me.
I said stop looking at me like that.
I want that black kitten.
Don't you?
I'm very wrong.
Oh really?

I'm sorry.

www.watchmekillyou.blogspot.com

dead-whispers sounds so passe.

it is now http://watchmekillyou.blogspot.com

ok.

And so...

I've re-skinned.

Oh well. Back to my Bitch-fight with Lonnie now.

my bloody skin's not working.


I'll have to change it. something simple now, i'm too lazy.

Rhetorical means...

Rachel: Rhetorical question Nash.

Me: Yeah Rachel. I'm sorry, i'm a 15 year old girl

who doesn't know what rhetorical means yet. Explain.

Rachel: It means ' a question that doesn't need to be asked'.

Me: Aha rachel. Thank you. I learn something new everyday.

And then we talk crap.

The next day, the subject of kamasutra came up.

You know, love isn't such a good thing.

I'm sorry it's not.

Someone said to me,

'Through the years as the fire starts to mellow

burning lines through the book of our lives

though the binding cracks,

and the pages start to yellow

i'll be in love with you.'

I haven't seen or heard from him since.

Liar.

I'm not in the mood.

Honestly, i'm not.

Stop bothering me.

I don't want to care anymore.

I want to be void of all human

feelings and relations.

I want to be alone by

myself and and my choice.

I want you to keep away.

Keep away from me.

I want to be young and carefree.

Again.

And little. And innocent.

Loved.

And most of all, happy.

Maybe sometime soon,

you'll find me. No, sorry,

you won't find me anymore.

I want to drown my hands.

I like what I did. Yay.

By Cashvin Amrish Christopher.

(he's feeling pissed.)

Fists of fury, and fits of rage,
are all that's splattered on this journalised page,
silent screams and pleas for mercy,
all seen by him as another adversity,

my ears bleed,
as the cursing asbsorbed,
through this worn out heard,
that's seared by his sword

Perhaps one day,
you'll bite your tongue,
look back in anger,
and see it was fun,


then from that day,
he'll be without a smile,
a broken boy in tears,
in constant denial

Tear filled eyes at the fury of one,
the terror form the person,
who calls him "son"*

Bravo.

Updating for the sake of Chris and Hoobastank.
And Dougie DArling.


Hi Chris.
Bye Chris.


"Remember Me"

I stand here face to face

With someone that I used to know

He used to look at me and laugh

But now he claims

That he's known me for so very long

But I remember being no one

I wanted to be just like you

So perfect, so untouchable

Now you want me to be with you

Someone who used to have it all

Do you remember now

You acted like you never noticed me

Forget it

Cause the gone has come around

And you're not allowed to be a part of me

Did you know me?

Or were you too preoccupied

With playing king in your small kingdom

And now the real world

Has stripped you of your royalty

And from your kingdom you're evicted

I wanted to be just like you

So perfect, so untouchable

Now you want me to be with you

Someone who used to have it all

Do you remember now

You acted like you never noticed me

Forget it

Cause the gone has come around

You're not allowed to be a part of me

Part of me

Part of me

Part of me

You're never going to be a part of me

You're never going to be a part of me

You're never going to be a part of me

You're never going to be a part of me

You're never going to be a part of me

You're never going to be a part of me

Do you remember now

You acted like you never noticed me

Forget it

Cause the gone has come around

You're not allowed to be a part of me

Part of me

Part of me

Part of me

I love hooby.

i'm not in the mood.

NATASHA IS NOT FEELING WELL AT THE MOMENT.

SHE WILL NOT BE UPDATING FOR A WHILE.

AFTER THIS.

GOODBYE.

Oh, what can we say...

Natasha has always been hopeless at everything.

She is nothing.

Yes, put Natasha down like that as if she liked it.

Natasha wouldn't mind, would she?

I mean, it's just something called embarassment.

Mrs. Moreira,

You are not a good teacher.

No teacher, has monotonous teaching skills,

uninteresting facts, biasness and not forgetting a monotonous voice.

So don't blame anyone, if nobody's listening.

Nobody's listening because YOU are teaching it.

...

Natasha feels defeated, insulted and hopeless.

I'm guessing people like DON RORB would be happy at that fact.

Yeah, hate me. Go on. I don't care. I don't even know you.

I've made an enemy with a shadow. Bravo.

I just finished my English and MT paper 1

yesterday. And I found it quite easy.

Ditto to Maths? I just hope.