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Moon like.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009 at 22:21

見つめ合うなら すぐに交わすキスを
If we should meet as we gaze, then we exchange a kiss
グラスが欠ける 夜に・・ 夜に・・
across glass which lacks the night.. the night..
いつかサヨナラ 夢の中でも今を指先だけでなぞる 夜に・・
Someday I'll say farewell within a dream, but right now my fingertips will only trace the night


THE RODEO CARBURETTOR - speed of flow.



___________________________



I know this is my 3rd post about the same topic, but..



























... 19000¥ = RM700+
(Excludes shipping)

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9718.
Saturday, June 20, 2009 at 15:16


MPD? I wonder.
Assholic fuckers can jump down and die.
You just reminded why I hate you.
Robbed, replaced, lost.
Stand alone, nothing changed.
Perceptions changed principles, that's all.
Smell of blood on you.
Blame not, just despise.
Useless, deprived, hopeless, give up.
Does it matter?
Saviors doesn't exist.
Rewrite, on the other side of the door.
Rotten year doesn't need celebrations.
Sick of it, vomit coming out.
A roll is all I need.
To remember you.


Yes sir.
Sunday, June 14, 2009 at 23:14



Abundance of knots,
Little less sight,

C'est moi.


Melancholy melody,
For the dead sleeping,
Who gave the final jest.

C'est vous.


___________________

Busy, busy, I don't even have the time to snap back at your face.


Meibee.
Saturday, June 13, 2009 at 01:20


Am I allowed to vomit everything out?
You tell me, you started the hands.

Till then,
I shall drift along with the rain,
Under the same red moon,
Opposite the glass mirror,
And away from the key.


____________________________


Shopping mood.
Mixed up Vermillion with Pyrole Red.
Infamous / Uncharted?
Lost.
Plants vs Zombies.
Nissan sucks.
Reference-less.
Cheshire cat.
RIP Poweroti.
Skin colour = skin colour. zzz.
Thank you.
Copic markers / Technical pen set?
External 250gig.
Answers.
Baby tiger = googly eyes.
Oyster sauce.
Smile?
Peaceful, soon.
Witch not magical enough.
July.
Back + Arms + Tattoo + Butterfly = ?
Tea tree on face.
Pen sensitivity drastic drop. zzz.
Intuos 3 pwns Bamboo fun.
Headache, backache, neckache, pain.
Strangle?



Meibee, ai donnoe.


Muthos.
Thursday, June 11, 2009 at 21:39













OWHMAISHEETLAWD.


Shutting the glass mirror.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009 at 00:03


That's my answer,
The sad melancholy,
That chimes through my ears,
For the crowd chirps for the latter.

At the end a smile was sewn,
Leaving a red mark behind,
Delivered to the footsteps,
Who actually care.
But just like the previous statement,
Who?

For I fear accidental murder,
I strive to bleed until I dry,
Because meaningless acknowledgement,
Was all it took,
But never taken.

Someday maybe,
Someone will somehow,
Manage to find the key,
To open the glass mirror,
Once more.


LBA + PvZ.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009 at 00:44

Holy shiat.





"Some people say they want to Ctrl+Alt+Z their life,
All I want is to Backspace certain parts worth forgetting.


Technically speaking, of course."



This game brings Tower Defense to a whole new epic level, trust me.




introduction


hello, you.

Beep.


More?

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For kind hearted people who are willing to donate some spare change for her survival in future.


Contact at:
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expression


fragmentation

deviantART.
Facebook.
Fail Blog.
Fuck My Life.
IL81 WSG.
My Anime List.
My Manga List.
Myspace.
Nippop.
Puppeteer's Room.

addiction

Amelia.
Caitlin.
Chin Xia.
Evan.
Guki.
Han.
Hannah.
Hsien Ming.
Hui Yen.
Jean.
Jin Jo.
Kaj.
Kane.
Keith.
Kin Kiat.
Matin.
Natalie.
Papaya Channel.
Queenie.
Rachel.
Sai.
Shu Ling.
Stephanie.
Sue Ann.
Suyi.
Timothy.
Tek Yit.
Wern Pheng.
Wye Mun.
Xe Linn.
Yee Jin.
Yee Wern.
Zhen Hui.
Zheng Joo.
Zhi Kang.
Zhi Lin.

classification

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