Sorry because I didn't open this blog..
This is because I had a fever like about 2 days!
SORRY!
Melayu language:Aku malas nak tulis inggeris weyh!
So,selasa kan aku x dtg sebab demam..
N kena duduk rumah!Boring lah!so,aku janji
pada diri aku aku akan dtg sekolah hari khamis!
Telah ditepati:)
so,rabu lak cuti...so x dpt gi sekolah lagi!
N,finally theday came!
aku ikut ahh ivin masuk kelas 5M!
Then,x de org!aku nan ivin ingat kita org first!
rupanya kita org kena duduk kelas 5K!
omg!Jauhhnya!!
kelas intan dpt 4m!
cam taik ayam jer!
aku masuk kelas,nampak aina duduk sorang2
aku x tau nak duduk mana,so aku rush
kat aina..n duduk tepi dia!
hehehehhe!
then,suhada n iez dtg!
mariam x dtg!n i was like this
=.=
dia suruh aku pakai baju sukan,dia
yg x dtg!
Klah!nak gi main lappy games!
byehhh!
Sorry because I didn't open this blog..
This is because I had a fever like about 2 days!
SORRY!
Melayu language:Aku malas nak tulis inggeris weyh!
So,selasa kan aku x dtg sebab demam..
N kena duduk rumah!Boring lah!so,aku janji
pada diri aku aku akan dtg sekolah hari khamis!
Telah ditepati:)
so,rabu lak cuti...so x dpt gi sekolah lagi!
N,finally theday came!
aku ikut ahh ivin masuk kelas 5M!
Then,x de org!aku nan ivin ingat kita org first!
rupanya kita org kena duduk kelas 5K!
omg!Jauhhnya!!
kelas intan dpt 4m!
cam taik ayam jer!
aku masuk kelas,nampak aina duduk sorang2
aku x tau nak duduk mana,so aku rush
kat aina..n duduk tepi dia!
hehehehhe!
then,suhada n iez dtg!
mariam x dtg!n i was like this
=.=
dia suruh aku pakai baju sukan,dia
yg x dtg!
Klah!nak gi main lappy games!
byehhh!
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.
2:20 AM
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