Sunday, February 01, 2009/8:52 PM
bittersweet emotions and feelings. God help me face tomorrow with a strong heart because I'm not so sure anymore.
shlingratifbjkfxhfdigrsoutulyiunop.
I really have no idea why I am so apprehensive about tomorrow. I've been dreaming about this experience for quite a while already.
I am such a schmuck to think I'm not ready for this.
I'm so lost. I think if not for Syafiqah, I would have died right now.
I would have suffocated from my nervousness and unsure-ness.
see? even my vocab is messed up. this is wrong. so incredibly wrong.
mjc mjc, you're too good to be true for me really.
wake up namira, you're only dreaming.
please wake up.
open your eyes. something's wrong.
unbelievable? well, believe it.
NAMIRA GET A GRIP. what the hell is wrong with you?
what went wrong? what went right?
you don't even know anymore.
you're falling apart.
and you're talking to yourself.
on your blog. how sick is that?
really sick. like, I killed my best friend's dog because she kissed my ex-boyfriend sick.
oh kuscencrackers. you have to know namira. KNOW IT.
KNOW WHAT YOU WANT.
you fickle-mined sick weakling.
are you just going to jc because you need it or want it?
is there a difference anymore?
no.
you know what?
you're an airhead.
you heard me. AN AIRHEAD.
there is nothing in your head but a mixture of air.
there is no brain. no mind. no sensibility.
oh you are so going to die an airhead. and I won't be surprised.
want to know why NAMIRA?
DO YOU?
two reasons.
I am actually you.
and number two, I told you you were going to die an airhead.
this internal monologue is absolutely repulsive.
shlingratifbjkfxhfdigrsoutulyiunop.
I really have no idea why I am so apprehensive about tomorrow. I've been dreaming about this experience for quite a while already.
I am such a schmuck to think I'm not ready for this.
I'm so lost. I think if not for Syafiqah, I would have died right now.
I would have suffocated from my nervousness and unsure-ness.
see? even my vocab is messed up. this is wrong. so incredibly wrong.
mjc mjc, you're too good to be true for me really.
wake up namira, you're only dreaming.
please wake up.
open your eyes. something's wrong.
unbelievable? well, believe it.
NAMIRA GET A GRIP. what the hell is wrong with you?
what went wrong? what went right?
you don't even know anymore.
you're falling apart.
and you're talking to yourself.
on your blog. how sick is that?
really sick. like, I killed my best friend's dog because she kissed my ex-boyfriend sick.
oh kuscencrackers. you have to know namira. KNOW IT.
KNOW WHAT YOU WANT.
you fickle-mined sick weakling.
are you just going to jc because you need it or want it?
is there a difference anymore?
no.
you know what?
you're an airhead.
you heard me. AN AIRHEAD.
there is nothing in your head but a mixture of air.
there is no brain. no mind. no sensibility.
oh you are so going to die an airhead. and I won't be surprised.
want to know why NAMIRA?
DO YOU?
two reasons.
I am actually you.
and number two, I told you you were going to die an airhead.
this internal monologue is absolutely repulsive.
self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities.
I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.
read my lips.
they're watching.
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