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한국어: 미안해요 华语: 白日做梦 This is a fun little 'pet-project' of a schoolgirl where she goes on to vent her feelings, thoughts and views, write, and babble on about nonesense that goes about her usual life. |
Info  If you've found this blog, then chances are great that you know me. I'm just a regular asian schoolgirl, and there's nothing out of the ordinary with me. But alongside that, I am a violinist, an artist, a model, a travel enthusiast, and a web designer. I love many things such as: my culture, foreign languages, books, stuffed animals, the rain, and animals. In the same breath, I dislike a few things. These few would consist of: homework, cold weather, milk, heights and crowded beaches. I also have my share of hopes and dreams alongside everyone else.
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Saturday, September 27, 20083:51 PM
you again?  Fact: You're just another one of themYou're just another one of those superfical girls that I never want to see again. But of course, you walk into my life again in those 'classy' flip flops, and bug eyed sunglasses. You're just another fake. Blonde, and ditzy. But whatever, once you're done, I'll hope to God that I never have to see you anymore. You were never a 'nice' person. And I can tell you the truth that I hated you, and to this day I still holld a small grudge. But whatever. You're nothing but a brainless brat who picked on everyone. I don't care anymore. I'll be somebody and you can keep living in the past. ♥ I wonder what you'd think if you saw me today. I have to say I looked up to you. You were intimidating, but still, I admired you. Would you be upset with me? Or would you be happy with me? I had told you my sister had gotten her hair chemically straightened one day and you gave me a disdainful look saying 'why would she want to do that?'. I was shy so I told you that she needed to because her hair was generally bad. I don't know. I was always very concerned with what you thought about me. So are you proud of me? Or are you upset with me? ---- |
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