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that freak
This is a blog of a girl named April.
Born on 28/04/90 See her rants and nag and complain in her blog. If you do not like to hear -ve remarks, there is an X at the top right hand corner, you can click that and exit. she Loves the smell of the lavender she Loves the beauty of a sunflower she Loves the night with a starry sky Dance with ME
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Sunday, January 07, 2007
Mum ok le...Thx to those who r so concern about her... Today, i did nothing special in the morning+ afternoon.. But when i ate my dinner at night , there is a blackout..but only a little while only..haiz.. i thought i could have a candlelit dinner but too bad..Drank a sip of beer ..Yucks.. ! My cousin had sent me a poem compose by him.. Haha.. those who c tis give some comment to him lox..( I told him i want a LOVE poem but he dun want to give me...Sobs!)I have added some COLORS to it so that is look nice.. COLORS The white, so pure, so bright.Her eyes feast upon the breathtaking sight,Through the little window that is always here,Beside here for cumulative years. The red, fresh and merciless.Flows from pricked fingers, when shes indulged in her loneliness.Staining her incomplete embroidery,Describing her silent agony. The yellow, dimmed and fading.Barely reaching on her soft pale skin.Hiding behind unfriendly clouds,Stealing away the slightest warmth she will ever felt. The blue, calm and friendly.Nothing beats enjoying some peace from the songs of the wave, so soothing.Imagine, is what she manage to succeed,As the only blue she sees is hung opposite. The green, young and healthy.Breaks through earth with little difficulties.Winds of spring whistles gently, circling around her ragged bed.Singing in harmony to her, their last serenade . The grey, sad and dull.Etched to her since when she was a child.Flowers paid their visits before her stone.A place to rest, a place known as home. What are the colors of life? Many took for granted while some have to battle the endless strife.Cherish families and friends alike every minute, every second.For you may never know when will it suddenly end. The rainbow is beautiful.And so is life.
11:05 PM
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