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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 13, 2010

That Heart Speaks. Part II.

Lying with my chest down, listening to my own heartbeat. And every time your face flash in my mind, my heart feels a tug. I reminisce upon your last word you said and your beautiful sweet smile. But as I open my eyes, you vanish into vacuum. My heart swells up as it twinges and feels bitterly sore. It feels like air has decided not to enter my lungs and tissue.

Can you tell me how did you make my heart so incredibly obedient to you?
And maybe, it's just a sign of how much you can make my poor heart misses you.

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