<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/8661103760164875987?origin\x3dhttp://putripriscilla.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
quietmornings.
blueah.

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




links.


archives.


Saturday, May 15, 2010

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