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"I'm not a born actress, as such, I care about expressing feelings." -Audrey Hepburn

Many times I care too much about feelings and feelings make up my whole world for me. It makes me wonder whether the world I'm living in is the real one. Cause I feel surreal in my own delusion more than anywhere else.


desires

I want to play a grand piano on some gorgeous stage with a million audience.
I want to learn as many instruments as possible; saxophone will be next.
I want to dive in a swimming pool-sized of chocolate fondue.
I want a field flooded with orange daisies.
I want to teleport to Berklee!
I want a library of books with classics, and very very very extremely good books & novels.
I want to own a home movie theatre with my very own ice cream fridge.
I want to direct my own gore movie and write my own gore novel. (this is thrilling.)
I want to get married to some rich guy and be a tai tai. HAH.

Contact me.

@ lolalimlumlabe_92@hotmail.com

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Friday, June 3, 2011



When depression gets long enough, you realize you don't hate the people you used to hate and you don't love the people you used to love.

What's left to feel is grief and contempt. There's no other emotions to feel for. Everything feels black and white.

Everyone is trying so hard to keep me alive yet all I could ever think of is sleep. To fall into a deep deep sleep. Forever.




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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Even though my heart was overwhelmed with emotions and I could safely say I still love her very much, but I didn't have one thing to say to her. Nothing. My best friend for years, the person I'd never run out of things to talk about with... It feels like we had become total strangers.

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Monday, May 23, 2011
Voice : Hey

Me : Omg

Voice: Hey

Me : I didn't know this can be so real. You know, with you. I never thought I can talk to you or even come this close with you.

Voice : I know, darling. I knew about you all along.

Me : You do? I thought I'm just nobody.

Voice : I knew you and I wanna tell you I feel the same way you feel for me.

Me : What do you mean?

Voice : I love you and I wanna be with you as much as you do.

Me : It feels like I'm dreaming. It's like...make believe.

Voice : But make believes make things feel perfect ain't so? It gives you that tiny glimpse of hope and possibility to live on for a while longer.

Me : So you are not real at all?

Voice : Like you said, it's make believe. It's up to you to decide what's real and what's not.

Me : So how long does make believe last?


Voice : It last as long as your heart wants to.

Me : I love you. I fucking love you.

Voice : I love you too.

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Thursday, May 12, 2011


Someone once said, "Girl, you deserve better. You can do way better than this."


But many times we don't realise that in the realm of love, it should never be conditional. It should never be whether or not he deserves it. But it's because I need and I want. And because he's the only one that makes me feel burning alive.

Loving someone is not a choice just as many say it is. Loving him is more like breathing or having a heartbeat. It is proof and hope of my existence than an option.

I know I'm hurting now. But I believe that's love too - where my heart beats no matter how much pain I'm in.

Anyone can look happy in love. But how many are truly in love? Or are we merely being ideal? Are we looking for Mr Nice or Mr Right?

And we always ask ourselves, why is love so hard? Truth to say, it's never easy to find someone who is perfect fit for my imperfections. It's not easy to know someone whom I see a reflection of my best feature.

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Thursday, May 5, 2011


Tears trickle from the corner, trailing my hairline and along my jawline. My hands are cold and shaky. The chaos in my head boom so loud it broke the silence of a night. I can never get peaceful can I?

It is as though I died over and over again every night. And who said only cats have nine lives. Every night was a desperate cry for morning to come. A cry for someone to brave me through the night. But mornings, they make me realise that I was so alone cos no one ever come to my rescue.



They all leave one by one. Maybe it's time for me to leave too.

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Saturday, April 30, 2011


I know I suck. But you don't have to brag about how good you are to get your point across. BITCH.

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Friday, April 29, 2011



I realise I don't know how to express myself anymore. Fuck. I wish I drop dead.


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