Oh, Hello

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Hey, I'm reading breaking dawn but I'm too afraid to end it. So, I clearly confused what I should do. beside, Jacobs voice humming in my head.
Oh, this afternoon is very bright. I'm glad.
I never thinks bright when I was at school, afternoon seems so dull. wait, dull is not the right word, seems so, static.
enegery that I had must be taken right from the source. leave thirsty and hungry and powerless but not motionless.
Hey, motionless is a nice word!
I'm sort of sweating, hot. I'm slurring flu anyway, not good.
Bad, Bad. yes, mister?
My throat is like newborn vampires needs blood, it's not burning but hurt. yes, hurt. especially at night, it's torchure your sleep. I woke in the middle of the dark, but I saw moon and told me to get back to sleep. how polite.
The nights before, I was looking for moon but I can't find it. last night, without permission, I did.
Oh yes, you should see when real meaning for twilight in vocabulary, comes from my apartemen, it's so fascinating.
twilight seems hiding behind the buliding and clouds still wont call it draw.

I was absent for today. ill was not the best condition of all time.
I am so relief that I had one day closure.
My fingers are continously pushing the alphabets. nice job, fings!
Oh, what I just called my fingers? eww.
I'm currently writing something that I started with my mates like 2 years ago. or almost 3 years ago, I'm eager to finished it, with Haylie singing decode fluently from my laptop.
also my twilight thoughts dancing around my mind, teaching me how to arrange the words.
once I started, I almost can't stop it.
in between.
Oh, theres an ant on my keyboard. shoo shooo go away
well, I'll write again soon,
I feel I need shower

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This isn't about Einstein at all

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I have sore throat right now, what is going on with the gravity?
My eyes were soaring for sleep and my body eager for some lie-down.
Oh my dearest bed, how are you?
Does Einstein have enough sleep while he was figuring out what e m c square is?
Oh right, maybe I’m on my transition to be a vampire,
I just realized that vampire doesn’t sleep. At all.
Probably my body was fighting with the venom after all.
Forks, WA Forecast for today is light rain.
That’s my geography task. Why I chose Forks, it was so obvious, First thing on my mind anyway.
I’d rather talk about what’s on my mind now, than talks about what am I doing yesterday, or the day before, I don’t think someone would like know.
So, yeah, my classmates are incredible.
Edward Cullen still clouding up my mind
I have doubts that sometimes bother me a lot.
I missed my laptop if one day I did not use it.
I don’t know what I should write; I just want to sleep now,
I should find another word beside sleep,
I’m using it too often.
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Z
I’m exhausted.
Cold, I wonder why, Edward is not here yet. and Jacob came to my mind in a second.
Night all.

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bright sunday

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I feel so much like my parents in some way, so I dont think I should bother being with this imperfectness.
Oh bloody sunday,
I read my old message in my previous phone, it was around 3 years ago.
in range Senior year in Elementary school - First year of Junior High.
I giggle a bit.
It comes up with feelings that I missed, I used to love, and I used to felt.
Stupid loves,
How’s things rotate was and now, were so much different.
There is a phase that I really realized that we’re growing up.
I MISS MY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL FOLKS.
Each every moment I spent back in the days, suddenly played back in my head.

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I can't fight with an eclipse

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I did not started anything,

I know what I want to do, but the paleness of the moon keeping me shut.

the wind not blowing like the other night, just calm.

I have done reading eclipse.

for me this is the best book so far, beside all the jealousness since the first ink written.

in every words.

more hurt when it got to sentences.

makes you wondering how life is so unfair. probably makes people thinking what are you reading because they confused between you're squeezing in pain or in jealousy.

should I explain it, or you just want to read it by yourself?

hmm, yes. I know, second one was better.

maybe I'm holding my breath to loong, I can feel the sickness right in the middle of my lungs.

or maybe because the undone sobbing that I had before, caused by my eyes read sentences that could murdered in the matter of second.

The black circle surrounds my eyes, cold as snow when you touched it, growling for one restful night.

hesitated.

my body exaggerate.

"The clouds I can handle, but I can't fight with an eclipse"

even dare to wasted and fight.

I have to invent new words for explaining the book I just finished.

I can't barely think one.

Awesome is just too slang to use. I need something more appropriate.

I'm in love with it. Every page for the sakeness of the ink.

specially, the last chapter, discussing about letting go, how to play fair and good, and being less selfish.

Taught you a lot.

you may say I'm over-speech.

looking for something to blame?

blame eclipse.

now its late at night, I thought I just hear plane-sound from outside.

tv is still on, just for accompany me, for not...... wants to sleep yet.

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Far from perfect

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I went to Andra's house today, I felt like it has been centuries I havent got there.
and it also remind me to my junior high times, which is I missed the most.
We had photobooth with her laptop, I felt like I forget there is tomorrow,
going back to school, and replay the routinity. some I like, some I avoid.
oftenly I blame myself for everything
sometimes I was being too much but sometimes I just too living the moment and forget about everything,
I am not perfect
probably far from perfect.

Why am I so afraid? I found it hard to search the reasonable excuses. why, why afraid?


Oh, how is Edward? is he okay? this twilight saga is almost driving my head all the way around, the story always got me deep somewhere. even you read it through eyes, but your heart also can feel it. oh holly Edward Cullen, as if those were true.
anyway, adi get well soon okaaaay

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I ran away, but I can't let go

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There are a lot of things in my head right now,
I am grateful that got home before 6.
I feel I still have a chance to write,
The tension in school, specially the new organization I’ve join with recently, require steel-mental, which build me more tough.
It also took most of my minutes.
By the time I should speak, my lips won’t pursue what I actually should do.
Sometimes it’s just like fully sealed.
At certain point, my careless was out of limit. I just want to feel what I exactly want; don’t care no matter how the circumstances are, those pretty ruin my entire mood.
Get me thinking, how easy to be hate, while you have to survive to protect your kindness, even though you mean it.
People found things different way.
Call me selfish.


Let me see future-job that I love

1. Something has to do with Writing – first thing on my mind anyway

2. Fashion Designer --- I am dying to do this, it pictures fun.

3. Being in a band. Entertainer.

Oh, and the last I love the most

4. Married and happily ever after with Dougie Poynter :D

5. being vegetarian Vampire, helping Volturi probably

;D

Oh yes, remind me about the chemistry practical, I want to share you all but not now, and… what else…
Oh the internet sways me too much. I should end this; I’ll talk to you soon?

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Oh, Mr. Poynter

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Edward Cullen: That's what you dream about? Being a monster?
Isabella Swan: I dream about being with you forever

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Edward Cullen: I hate you for making me want you so much.

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so novelish.

somethings been clouding up my mind, my word is hiding somewhere, was it going to be rain?probably I havent bite any rice or food tonight,
yesterday I was posting a blog, BUT the connection cut if off by itself.
I guess I cant make it comeback, so, leave it to god.
Now, I'm not going to write much, I wanted to, but I can't.









I miss Dougie.
xoxo

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