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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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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

I need to get out of here. I feel like I am suffocating. I powdered my face, Aligned my lids with thick dark pencil and applied my favourite lipstick. I don't usually carry this color- Dark red. But it makes me feel pretty. I slipped into my red dress tinged with lavender smell, armed myself with two packets of cigarettes and left home deliberately leaving the lights on.

I walked down the street of bars and let a flock of men in their fifties to buy me multiple drinks. After a company is gone, I walked down to the next bar. I patronised bar by bar, holding a bottle of whiskey as I take multiple swigs from it. I don't know where I was heading, I just hope that someone will take me in tonight.

The clicking of my heels are erractic now. I can barely see faces clearly. But I could hear laughters and murmurs darting past. It is as if they were all smiling at me. I stopped every passing person, "Love me tonight will you?" I stumbled upon my words, giggling and managed a wink. Shrugs and shuns. The morning is nearing. I feel my eyes smudged with salty tears. Black tears rolled down my cheeks. I must have looked like a crazy bitch to them.


Bur all I need is someone to love me. I lay by the alley of a bar, shivering. "Why, why?" "Why can't someone just fucking love me?"
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