You look at the scratch and completely miss the diamond. -Raphie Frank
its my second post today and i've decided to do an english version of '天才梦'. The below content is another side to me. i've never rly shown it to anyone, anyway. Yet, i feel, there's a need to balance both sides of me. :D
Here goes.
To you guys, i may seem like someone who is a very friendly, happy-go-lucky, sociable type of person. You may see me smiling almost everytime and laughing away.
its not that i don't like to smile and laugh, its not like i don't enjoy being happy, but my second side is, usually pessimistic.
In actual, i earn to be alone. yeah, that's the other side of me.
i hate being alone. But, i hate the crowds too. i dislike being in the centre of attention, however, sometimes i like the attention.
i'm not an attention seeker, because i don't seek any. Most of the time, i use my 1st side, because that's who i like to be. When i'm alone, my second side replaces me.
i hate being on the trains, where everyone watches your every move. i hate being on the bus, when people, sometimes are within 5 cm from me. i'm claustrophobic, i dislike being stuck in the middle of everyone and everybody. it gets difficult to breathe, mentally.
i dont like going to shopping malls myself. to me, it feels like if you were to fall down, the whole world would stare, look and laugh.
i dont like being the object of people's stares, i hate it when they dont mind their own business. i'm inferior, on the inside.
but, i hide it deep. i'm the only one who knows. if someone peeks, it wouldnt be anyone, anyone simple.
its not that i don't like being with my friends, but i love to be alone, as well. i like to sit at home, in my room, and daydream. and i wish i can do it every single day.
Sit, idle, sleep and do stuff i enjoy. i really want to do something i love and earn lots of money from it. i'm not being materialistic, just partially practical.
i listen to random songs, i dont have anyone i like in particular. But, its a luxury to stuff the earpieces in my ears, and feel the music surround me.
i'm okay with anything. mostly everything.
my siblings hate celery. does that make me an odd one out? sometimes, i hate my siblings. cause they always gang up against me. sometimes, i wish i had an older brother, and that i was not the eldest. and then i would blame my mum for my elder brother being a stillborn.
sometimes, instead of being the oldest, i feel like i'm the youngest. i used to order my sister to do this and that for me, i still do.
it feels like them taking care of me, instead of the other way round. (me taking care of them)
i hate doing housework, saying i'm good at it is bullshit. i dont like walking to the wet market, 'cause it stinks. in fact, i dont like going to the grocery store, or supermarket, i hate doing any form of restocking.
i hate fishy smells, as well as decayed stenches, but i can stand the garbage truck.
i'm someone who lives in myself, literally. i don't really know how to describe it, but my second self is hypocritical. i'm afraid of hurting people, and if i have something to say about him/her, i don't do it straight in their faces.
i'm tired of my behindtheirback attitude, sometimes. But, that's just the second me. i cant do anything about it, 'cause i try not to offend people, most of the time.
To be neutral, its ironic.
i dont understand why i always attract the wrong kind of attention, the more it happens, the more it sucks.
i'm someone who forgets easily, if someone tells me today is their birthday, i would probably forget it tomorrow if i didn't record it today. Though, i'll be able to remember if i want to. and then, it would be hard to forget.
i say to protect earth, but sometimes, i on the lights for hours on end, and i leave the tap running based on my mood.
and then i'll curse mankind for polluting earth, and then i'll curse my mum for recycling and making me walk to the recycling bin, and then i'll look at mother nature, and think i contributed enough. at least i don't smoke.
i dislike competition, instances where everybody would die to win. i hate empty talks. i don't like losing, but i know its either a win or lose, and you have to face it anyway.
i'm superficial. i look at the surface instead of what's below. yeah, its like looking at tinted glass and not know there's shit underneath.
its not that i dont try, i just cant seem to look pass tinted glass.
i always judge someone immediately by how they look, i 'm biased, if i think you don't look and sound okay to me.
i value vainity more than anything else, and i hate myself for that. compare the worth of something of quality and something pretty, i pick the latter.
i love pretty things, i hate ugly.
i used to hate cutting hair, alot. 'cause it never did turn out good for me. when your father was the hairdresser, you expect nothing less.
i used to cry when he cut my hair, but not now.
Every milimetre my hair grows longer, its a record breaking, for until p6 did my hair reach shoulder-length.
i used to be a computer geek. that time, i didn't know what the internet explorer was for. i didn't know what email or msn was, or how to copy and paste something.
i used to be bad at money and figures. i couldnt count money, and it was difficult for me to differentiate the value of a fifty cent coin from a five cent one. it was hard for me memorising the time tables too, i just could not catch up with how fast my brother got it.
i can't do without water.
i earn to live away from my parents, farfaraway, but, i just cant find the strength to be away from them. i may never know how big a place they take up in my heart, not till i lose them.
When i was young, i used to listen to everything my parents said. you could say i worshipped them, i was somebody they made to be, it wasn't me. now, i'm still seeking me, who i am, and who i want to be.
my second self is an introvert. i used my second self alot in primary school. i was very quiet, shy and i hated it when people picked on me. i didn't talk much to the opposite sex, that time, boys intimidated me.
i don't like selfish people. i rly cant stand them, in fact, i hate such people to the core. but my 1st self allows me to understand them.
i despise alcholics and drug addicts. i think they're just like slugs on earth. no, they're parasites. they were the ones who brought their pathetic fates on themselves, and not only're they blaming themselves, they're blaming their loved ones too. as if their loved ones haven't suffered enough.
thoughts in my mind are not always kind, sometimes my second side backstabs someone unintentionally, i play wars with my first face. and then, i'll feel guilty for letting my second side win.
i'm afraid of going to a new school, and meeting new people. i hate parting ways, i hate goodbyes, and if i were to go to a new somewhere, away from my friends, i know we may lose contact.
i love to have fun, i hate studying, espcially studying something i cant understand. i cant understand logic, and i'm bad with numbers. i dont like using my brain, to do math and calculations.
i like playing with languages. They're fun to work with. but i chose triple science, instead of double humanities, just to be with my friends.
close friends are hard to come by, that's the main reason why i'm holding back, but i know i'm going to have to change, someday.
i hate not knowing, i dislike suspense. but i like the unknown. i read from back to front, usually.
i don't cry easily.
i cry when i'm blamed or wrongly accused. i dislike being the black sheep, or someone's guinea pig. when i'm wronged, i feel frustrated, and that's when, the tears flow. i cant stop it even when i want to.
i'm sensitive. if someone were to hurt me in anyway possible, i would put up a strong front, but deep inside, i'm struggling with myself. from bashing that certain someone, or to cry.
i'm indecisive. very. i can't make up my mind easily. but if i do, there's really no stopping it. i have impulses. and they're always very irrational.
sometimes, my impulses take me by surprise. and even then, i cant stop myself too.
i hate people who complain, but i myself complain. i cant stand untidyness, i love neat. i cant work in messy, it has to be tidy.
i'm insecure. i dislike taking aeroplanes. i feel confined by the seat belt, and sitting for hours is just painfully trapped.
i cant sit still for long. and i cant concentrate on something i have absolutely no interest in.
when i'm in the clouds, high up in the sky, so close to heaven, i feel like i may die any minute, or something bad will happen to the plane, and then, i'll be wishing hard for my ancestors to protect me.
dejavu, it always finds me unexpectedly. and then i'll be thinking and going back to the past. i love reminiscing, just thinking and thinking.
i love stargazing. just looking at the nightsky and watching the stars. it's the reason why my favourite shape is a star.
i like dawn and twilight best. when the world seems to have come to a standstill. And its just before the start of a new day. And for that heartbeat, i always find my place in life.
i like watching the sunrise, and the sunset. to see the waves crashing on the beach, to hear them sing in the morning breeze. to feel the wind howling in the thunderstorm. i find peace with myself then.
i love hearing the night call out to me, the deafening silence echoing when you say hello to the dark. it makes me secure, and it's just so comforting.
its this side to me i never knew i had- i keep in touch with nature.
But, then again, i don't consider myself much of a nature-lover. Although, i don't mind being a part of it.
i love being on empty trains, to stare at the empty rows of seats.
i love standing at one end of the train, and looking all the way down to the other end. To see the long line of empty cabins, and watch the world fly past in a flash.
i like walking along the train platform. To just walk and walk and walk. From one end to the other and never stop.
To me, it feels like a never-ending stretch all the way till the end.
i love being at high places, because it feels like i'm standing on top of the world. And suddenly, the minute me doesn't feel all that small, anymore.
i like being at the peak of a rollercoaster, because then i'll know nothing else matters.
i like romance. but not the romantic cheesy kind. i envy couples who sit under the nightsky, and look at the stars. that's pure sweet love, and i'm starting to believe you cant find it anywhere, except in movies, manga, imagination and dreams.
i use alot of imagination, and i'm proud to say i love the impossible.
i'm not afraid to admit that i'm impractical. cause i'm a dayandnight dreamer.
okay, haha. that's all to my second self, mostly they're my imperfections. (: please dont laugh or anything, thank you.
HEHE. people. the midyears are nearing. i finally finally finally, got myself a bag. HO HO. and yesterday's speech day was -_____________- THEN EVERYONE WAS CHEERING FOR TIMOTHY, WOOHOO. That pro geek, I'M SO JEALOUS. hhahaha. plus, CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE SENIORS!
well, anws, i was terrified by MM's expression when the dancers went on stage. AHAHAHAHAHA. BIAN TAI CAN. he was drooling?!keke. Then gary was like 'his wife will be shocked if she knows he's a pedophile.' i think those sitting at the back knowwww WHO i'm talking about. LOL, LET'S KEEP IT A SECRET.
Unreasonable people always find reasonable explanations.
Monday, April 20, 2009 @ 10:01 PM
They are really really REALLY getting on my nerves. ANNOYING. Sooooo many nasty comments I feel like shooting. I’m trying to play a cold war, because if I don’t, I’m very likely to start screaming, and I’m very sure their eardrums will burst.
Their love is bitter, Like leaves that wither. Like a tattered glove, Around the hand it woves. It seeks to protect, But it fails to correct. The hand gets hurt, Their love is curt.
Seriously, i NEED a gecko trap. i've been cleaning lizard shit everyday and now i realised there're two culprits. And they are DAMN BIG AND FAT. Gross. Plus, i hope there ain't any babies. .__. i know they'll disappear if i have a cat, but my parents just won't allow any pets.
SCREW it. i'm stuck to being a night soil collector.
Someone, please tell me how to get rid of them other than buying a gecko trap from NTUC. I don't want the cashier aunties to look at me funnily.
Mood: Argh. To think i thought i could catch some sleep on the bus.
Today was suchhhhh a frustrating day to begin with. i was going to school, taking 188 as usual. So, this was the sequence of events.
1. Went up the bus. 2. Sat down. 3. *Silent scream* 4. Immediately stand up. 5. Mentally curse the soggy wet seat. 6. Look up, sees the air condition dripping. 7. Look down, sees a trail of water crawling away. 8. Check the condition of my skirt. 9. Take the seat beside it.
10. Realises ALMOST EVERYONE is STARING at me.
Wonders why. Then, someone taps me on the shoulder, gives me the -MOVE IN, GIRL. You're being a tad considerate- stare. And i had to explainnnnnnnnn that the SEAT WAS WET.
At the next stop, the bus started flooding with people. And thennnnnnnnn, my nightmare began.
The lady next was super 'nice' to me. When i told her the seat was wet, she was like, 'No, you move in. I'm getting down the next few stops.'
I WAS PRACTICALLY LOST FOR WORDS. so, i stupidly stood up, and moved out, just to let her in. Guess what? She went in, sat down, shot up, ass wet alr still not happy, continue slapping the seat, then still TOO WET for her. Give me the sheepish smile and came out.
See lah. People who don't take my advice and ACCUSE me of being inconsiderate. i was damn yuan wang can. Since you want to get your butt drenched, i move out let you in lahs. But don't say i never warn you. -_____________________-
The rest of the people WERE equally stupid. HA HA, repetition of me who was blind enough not to see that the seat was wet.
Sadly, sure enough. As i thought, throughout the whole bus journey, i said 'the seat is wet. the seat is wet, the seat is wet, the seat is wet, the seat is wet, the seat is WET, THE SEAT IS WET' i don't know how many times.
Grr. I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP CAN?! i sooooo wanted to paste a piece of paper on the seat. [I AM WET. SIT ON ME AND RISK YOUR BUTT.]
Sighh. And only NOW, do i understand singaporean attitude. Everyone wants to grab that seat. The more you tell them they can't have it, the more they want it. WHY DID I CHOOSE TO SIT ON THAT SEAT?! huhs.
Well, i forgot to add that the premonition was WHY i changed my theme again. Hahas. BUT, it turned out better than i expected.
^~^v i just loveee the blue. okay, further poems on deserts by Carol Perroni.
Water In The Desert My mind dreams of water in the desert. It maps its course of gushing waterfalls through impossible forests. My mind finds its way to emerald green pools of fascinating depth.
The desert wind knows its path through rocky forests. Its heart is a fantastic cavern carved out of the sandy wind. Wildly, it pulsates through starry nights.
The sands of time run like waterfalls weaving the desert tapestry. As I walk through this night, I am sure I have tasted threads of the salty air lick the corners of the sand, like the lost lovers of waves returning home.
Desert Wind Bend me into the desert wind. I will follow the grains of sand like windy footsteps. At strange intervals, the dunes and pyramids of the desert shift their doors open. On windy nights,the caves stretch up through these doors to touch the fading memories of stars.
All things shape-shift in the desert. The wind is as trackless as the nimblest bird. Through a rock tunnel, my ears follow the sound of sandy whispers, bending into the shape of a word.
I am lost on this plane of the desert. The turrets of sun and sand surround me in blinding harmony. Under the hot sand, my footsteps melt and disappear. I can only see the sun ascending, like a scorching halo, endlessly circling above me.
Desert Shadows They move across the sky like veiled spirits gathering light, the clouds that converse with the mesas, the broken mountain tops with their hearts open to the cloud shadows that create formations inside
The jigsaw patterns of shadows that fall from cloud spirits surround the mesas, speak the desert's hidden language, a pantomime of purple shadows quivering across the hot land, tracing the cool image of rain from memory
Long canals of shadows lock together, closing the distance, spilling into the moment like pools falling over the desert's edge and into my heart
As I turn to leave this place, a sense of its distances follows me in its nightfall shades, imprinting themselves upon me, like footprints forever walking inside my memory.
Heart of the Desert She traveled into the vast heart of the desert and discovered it was a landscape just like her own The memories grew in cactus clumps surrounding her and stuck her with pinholes of pain drawing blood when she tried to find a narrow passageway through them So she slept near them at night and pondered her tangled paths as her fire created huge spiny cactus shadows around her that silently inched closer
She slept against the trunk of a pinon tree and dreamed that she was climbing it and with her wing hands she caught two clouds passing by She flew over all the painful cactus memories until she landed in the cool depths of a canyon bathed in soothing river shadows
She embraced a fragrant silver-haired sagebrush living along the canyon's sides and together they swayed like thread sin the many scarves of breezes and let the pinholes of stars radiate love down upon them.
Desert Dance I live in the center of the desert I only know the blinding white of sun and sand My mind dissolves in the thin blue air like silky strands
Out of this nowhere, a feathery wind arises It catches on the mountain ridges and swirls and swirls around me In the center of this dervish dream, I am caught up in a spinning crystal of sand and light
The sunset breaks over the mountain's edge In the purple-orange glow, I see whirling shadows The dust devils are rising to dance They are lifting the golden desert up with their wings Carol Perroni
Wasn't that a lovely piece of poetry? I was taken aback by the beauty of it. HAHAHA, I NEVER DID REALISE THAT DESERT DANCING WOULD BE SOOOOOO poetic.
And, for the fact that i always link the desert to these four words: Dry, Miserable, Tough, and Thirsty.
Well, i always believeeee deserts are mystical places, as in that of 'Aladdin.' Yeah, another one of Walt Disney's animation. You can just say i've been brainwashed by it all. But, its the next best thing to Hayao Miyazaki's animated films!
Here, Aladdin, as a hero.
its love at first sight.
The genie looks really envious, or maybe, happy for them.
But he does look dreamy. *aww*
The finale. HaHa.
I JUST LOVEEEE HAPPY ENDINGS.
and the Cuuuuteest part?! hehs, you better agree with me. *evil eye*
i so feel like bouncing onto its belly. (: *Boink boink*
Okay, i know you're going -sigh,what do i expect, she's in her own crazy fairytale dream again- or -rollingyoureyes- but, when i was a little kid, all the daycare centre did was replaying disney animations.
AND, as a little kid, WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN THE ADULTS MAKE YOU SIT INFRONT OF THE TEVEE?
you watch.
D: so i'm tremendously in loveeeee with Walt Disney.
If you think its childish, dont tell me about it. Puhleaseeee leaveeee me in my childish world!
i'm engulfed with this sudden premonition that if i didn't change my mindset about deserts,
something BAD will happen. AND JUST THIS MORNING, i felt superrr duperrrr thirsty.
okays, maybe, just maybe, i'm being a little paranoid.
Mood: vain everyone tries to be vain once in a while.
Sorry for not having updated for a whole week, but, yeahs, it's been busy. Take a look at the info i found on the web. They were sort of advertising their skills, or rather, the key to vainity.
Eyeliner can make even the smallest eyes appear larger. Applying it correctly is key, you don't want the line to be too dark, harsh and obvious or you risk looking overdone. Here we share our favorite tried-but-true eyeliner tips and then give instruction on how to apply a basic eye, a smoky eye, a bold eye and a cat eye.
Three ways to apply liquid eyeliner: A typical way to apply liquid eyeliner is to line eye from the inside of the lashes outward in one big sweep. You can also line the eye from the middle of the lashline outward. Then finish the line from the inner corner of the eye to the middle. My third liquid eyeliner trick requires a steady hand. The results are supposed to be wider eyes.
After reading that 2 paragraphs above, i now understand the reason WHY most ladies put on make-up. AND WHY, SOME PEOPLE'S EYES ARE SO HUGE, that it appears abnormally scary.
God knows what they look like when they start taking off their make up. No wonder people say that make-up can totally change a person's looks.
It's like, people with make-ups are wearing masks. And, according to a newspaper article, most girls in korea put on make-up before they leave the house. And, bear in mind, EVEN when they go to the market.
MY FIRST REACTION? -___________- MY SECOND REACTION? (x-x)" MY LAST REACTION? @-@ I wanna do an eyeliner session and see how fun it is!
xD LOL! HAHA. Well, these days, the beauty industry is booming. And, even guys have facial cream and eyeliner. ITS LIKE, the girls are not the only ones being vain now.
hmms, I STILL DREAM OF BEING A PROFESSIONAL HAIRSTYLIST anyway.
Mood: STRESS. Mid years is like 3 weeks away. To be exact, it’s 24 days. CAN ANYONE FEEL ITS AURA?! I soooo need a stress ball right now.
Okay, actually, after watching the clip below, I realized whatever stress there is I have is NOT one-out-of-infinity as bad as what this guy, Nick Vujicic has to go through. I’M REALLY IMPRESSED BY HIS DETERMINATION AND WILL POWER MAN. Like OH MY TIAN. I doubt I would find meaning in living if I was in his shoes.
DO, DO, DO TAKE A LOOK AT THIS.
So yeah, I FEEL SO DAMN MOTIVATED.
One is taught by experience to put a premium on those few people who can appreciate you for what you are.
LOOK AT THIS. No matter what other people say, i still think Michael Jackson is the best dancer ever, okay, maybe, a great contributor of it. (:
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Hello. My name is liying, without any spacing in between. I'm obviously a girl, if it isn't obvious enough.
I also have this super, uber, long name which says
Any one will do, its your choice.
My awesomeness can't be contained in such a teeny-weeny box because i'm sensational.
Yes, I'm loved, bayy-beh. I blog about everything under the sun and anything that's the past, present and the future. My profile page is non-existent, because its not long enough.
In more detail, click here.
16 on 18 June. She's single & loving it.
She's like TV, you see her, hear her like CD.
But clearly you'd be on different degree levels, whatever.
No, you can't touch her.
Give her a pink candyfloss, and you’ll be loved by her.
Prioritize her, you automatically jump to the top of her list.
She says MARSHMELLOWS, KOKO CRUNCH and HONEY STARS are the happenning.
She is bubbly, temperamental, and fabulous.
She takes pride in being a bakaranger, as bakaRED the dolphin. In fact, BAKAS are her first priority.
What you see is what you get.
She's what you see and what she will be.
That's just who she is.
If she wants to do this, i'm sorry, but you can't make her do that.
There's more to what meets the eye. So, although first impressions last forever, blow that.
Judge her based on what's inside, not 'the cover'.
You are perfection. She's your reflection.
She is nobody.
Nobody is perfect.
HAHA, erase that.
She does what everyone else does. She seeks perfection and strives to keep her inconsistent sanity in check.
She's an artist. She draws, yes.
The weather forecasts her mood, and her mood predicts her dress code.
Unpredictable? Yes. Like the river currents, she changes course fast.
You may not be able to keep up with her; because with her around, you never know what's going to happen next.
In short, she's versatile.
Wild at times, but she's a fun-loving, peacelover. (Of couse, she tries hard to be the peacemaker.)
Her personality doesn't lie. She keeps her promises and am true to her word.
Give her no permission? She breaks the rules.
She doesn't conform. She loves fashion. Her style is imagination.
Don't ever try to play her. Don't lie, don't patronise, just change your ways.
Lights out, there's no room for her to cry. So tell her what went wrong.
For every door that's open, she's not going to shut it. Why no, she prefers to take her chances.
The issue on weight ticks her off.
She desires a lower metabolism 'cause its really difficult for her to put on the extra kilograms.
Unless you want to feel guilty for the rest of your life, do not ever mention the words 'you are skinny' because it does hurt.
It would be a great blow to her self-esteem. No, correction. She would be greatly demoralised.
Be kind to her, she forgives and forgets.
She must confess she loves her bloody punctuality, though she tries to be on time.
She yearns morning rains and waking up to the sounds of waves.
To watch the stars and have a clover leaf, its luck.
Everything ‘bout her screams water and she thinks water is the coolest drink.
She loves everything and hates nothing.
She’s into swimming, lifesaving, wakeboarding, drumming, rollerblading, rollercoasters, glow-in-the-darks, bunk beds, japanese, anime, audition, manga and her eekies.
She loves sleeping, but hey, she's no pig.
She loves shiny things because they catch the eye. Diamonds, chandeliers, shoes, bags, anything glitter goes.
She loves lipgloss, eyeliner, red nails and her red highlights. Yes, she's vain, but isn't that what makes a girl?
A huge fan of Walt Disney, she espcially loves the redhead little mermaid, Ariel.
Although she sucks at it, she loves jigsaw puzzles.
She likes to see the pieces come together, just like how she makes life to be - a portrait.
Her world is filled with colours, especially RED.scarlet, aqua and azure.
There’s no such thing as black and white, so don’t tell her what’s right from wrong.
She wants good riddance to evil, global warming and poverty.
If you smoke, she bites.
Keep your nails off the chalkboard, unless you're trying to bring her down.
Music plays a large part in her life. She enjoys stuffing earpieces in her ears and hear the music explode.
Sometimes, she tries to escape from burnin' out.
Give her a super shock, blow her off the block. Make her wanna. You're welcomed.
Rock. She likes it when you pop.
Guys with spiky hair make her melt. But hush, hush, turn it up baby, make your move. You've got fever, this freaking beat's so hot.
If you've got something she's never seen, one shot, you gotta give her everything.
Only one condition before she moves. She's no longer your prey, but the predator.
With every move she makes, she keeps her hunting eyes on the game. When her target is finally found, now it's time to play.
No need to talk, when you're caught.
Games get a bit of that, where's the thunder at. Get in her track, she's game.
But remember there's one thing you should know, when she's in hot pursuit, her mission is you.
You don't have to beg for more.
She doesn't turn back. She doesn't fear her past - Guess she delivers that.
She believes in fairytales, miracles and happily-ever-afters.
Don’t say no to her because she’ll make you say yes.
If you don't want her to go, try to convice her that she should stay.
She dislikes things like parting ways and saying goodbyes. The next time you leave her, instead of saying ‘bye’, say ‘I’ll see you again.’
She disappears one day...If you miss her, she misses you.
Basic courtesy.
She wants you to know that she loves her family and friends dearly. So, if you’re one of the above, you’re blessed!
What more can I say? God has given her many stepping stones. Lucky? She knows she's more than just that.
This gemini is a go-getter and a professional hairstylist/manga artist/animator/coast lifeguard wannabe.
She believes in dreaming. She believes that her moment will come, and when it does, here in this spotlight, she'll shine like a superstar.
She already lost half her life to sleep. Yes, she only realises it after waking up.
But, she is determined that her other half will be filled with her dreams, and of course, a little magic.
Get to know her? Pick one:
Email/Msn/Friendster/Facebook/Fictionpress
blog|
profile|
etc
Hello. My name is liying, without any spacing in between.