HAHAHAHA...
I've changed the title:)
Lalalala...
I'm bored to death..
Somebody help me!!
Hahahahaahahh
Macam org nak mati jew -.-
Hari ni kan cuti!!!
BORING WEYHH!!
X dpt jumpa kawan laa
n everything yg dibuat di
sekolah x leh buat!!
Sesetengah org suka cuti!!
Kadang2 aku suka bila
time cuti..N kadang2
x...Haih..
Boringg nyer!!
Haa!!Ni cite pasal semalam
Sedara n sepupu sebelah
ayah aku semua dtg
untuk berbuka puasa!!
Lepas buka,kita org pergi
laa main kat bilik aku..
Pastu diorang balik kul
10:10 p.m.
Lepas dah bye2 n sume
aku tengok laa bilik aku!!
BERSEPAH TAHAP
YG SUSAH UNTUK DIKEMAS!!
HUHUHU....
Nasib baik laa hari ni cuti..
Aku kemas laa bilik camm BIBIK!!
K lah,
nak belajar...
SEE YA!!
HAHAHAHA...
I've changed the title:)
Lalalala...
I'm bored to death..
Somebody help me!!
Hahahahaahahh
Macam org nak mati jew -.-
Hari ni kan cuti!!!
BORING WEYHH!!
X dpt jumpa kawan laa
n everything yg dibuat di
sekolah x leh buat!!
Sesetengah org suka cuti!!
Kadang2 aku suka bila
time cuti..N kadang2
x...Haih..
Boringg nyer!!
Haa!!Ni cite pasal semalam
Sedara n sepupu sebelah
ayah aku semua dtg
untuk berbuka puasa!!
Lepas buka,kita org pergi
laa main kat bilik aku..
Pastu diorang balik kul
10:10 p.m.
Lepas dah bye2 n sume
aku tengok laa bilik aku!!
BERSEPAH TAHAP
YG SUSAH UNTUK DIKEMAS!!
HUHUHU....
Nasib baik laa hari ni cuti..
Aku kemas laa bilik camm BIBIK!!
K lah,
nak belajar...
SEE YA!!
I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
"I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride."
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.
6:07 PM
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