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putrinur, priscillacarol.
11january1990.
Nanyang Acedemy Of Fine Arts.




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Monday, May 24, 2010

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!



9:55 PM


Sunday, May 16, 2010

i love her hair. looooooooove her hair. the colour, the length, the texture. everything!


2:17 PM



well, today, firdaus and i had the best lunch eversince, well, mother's day.
hahahahaha.
our saturday started off pretty late, because for starters, he took 3 fucking hours to get ready.
"sorry poot, i got carried away watching cartoons". baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
and then, got stuck in the rain, because i wanted bubble tea, and the queue was fucking long.
so by the time we actually sat down and ordered, it was already 4pm. and we were starving i tell you.
so, awesome indian food, the rain, two best friends, and a three teh tariks.
i love you fir, and i'm gonna miss you so fucking much when youre gone.
(:



1:52 AM


Saturday, May 15, 2010

if i love you(thickness means worlds inhabited by roamingly stern bright faeries if you love me) distance is mind carefully luminous with innumerable gnomes of complete dream.

if we love each (shyly) other, what clouds do or silently flowers

resembles beauty less than our breathing.

- e.e cummings.



4:15 AM



3.41am. still bright awake. well, not exactly bright, but awake. watching new york i love you online, but thinking only about you at the back of my head. how did it end up like this. how. why. right now, all i want is to pick up the phone and scream my fucking head off at you. you're so fucking rude sometimes. and i'm so fucking stupid sometimes. but i miss you. i miss you very much. and i dont care, how it wrong it sounds. i'm being fucking honest. i miss you. i miss the crap out of you.

i like the sound of water against water. it makes me calm.




3:41 AM


Friday, May 14, 2010


Take your clothes off.
Undress.
Take your eyes off.
Depressed.
Take your mouth away.
Shut up.
Take your dreams away.
Black hole.
Take your legs away.
Stop.
Fill in the bath.
Pills.
Put them in.
Soak up, smell.
Remember the feeling.
Retain the moments.
Hold on to the damnation.

Rip your heart apart.
Stab your brain.



10:50 PM





8:50 PM



dear father.
it was your 56th birthday yesterday. you weren't even at home, and you didnt even give us a chance. i know i probably never told you this, but i'd really wish i was given a chance to know you. i think we could have gotten along pretty well.
20years have passed, and i'm still waiting. for a chance to know you. you've hurt me all my life. totally forgotten all about my existence. i know some people think its stupid, but i want to know you. i've been waiting all my life. and i'll continue to wait.
till then, well? happy birthday.


7:10 PM


Sunday, May 2, 2010

by this time tmrw, i'd already be done with my second year at Nafa.
time surely flies, doesnt it.


2:56 AM