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I'm not a bitch just have a low bullshit tolerance.
Old enough to know too young to give a fuck.
I may treat you nicely but familiarity breeds contempt,watch your words.
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Every childhood is a garden that you played in & the memories, your life long book, your favourite book
Friday, 8 April 2011 @ 11:07:00 pm
                    I MISS MY CHILDHOOD DAYS LIKE HELL LOTS.


pure cute-ness overwhelms isn't it? adorable kids! looking back at those childhood days,times then were hell lots better then now aren't they. you knew nothing back then!all you cared were your toys. nothing else then that. even the easiest things are spoon fed.happy was mostly how you felt, anger/sadness didn't interfere.you did not have to meet expectations,time was not what you were rushing against.tests weren't your greatest fear. the cane was your best friend.when games only simply, purely meant a race on th grass patch.secrets didn't exist( not if you were one of those mean bitches,bimbos.) when after a few hours of school, you finally get to see your mother or whoever that comes to pick you up frm school, you'll be overwhelmed with happiness yearning for a hug.all you wanted was to stick to your parents whole day long.the word '' retaliation'' did not exist in your dictionary, you were innocent.there was no jury against you.you didn't bother about what others thought about you. you were carefree, you didn't knew the world. then thinking what caused the change?
   look at their smiles.
its symbolizes a secret society.the safest secret society. the people or rather kids, they mean no harm.their smiles & laughter so innocent so adorable,the only scars they got were bruised knee, not blotched scars.a phone call to mum & dad at the office while they were home prolly could already make them hell happy & excited.why can't I go back in time to those days?
REALITY SUCKS BIG TIME.
   juries, judgement, they kill.they kill, real badly, not only a tinge of it.its so amazing how something that does not exist but just 7 letters, it affects you so deeply.
but its so contradicting how when you were younger you wish you cld grow up faster, how when you grow up you wish you were still young. -.-

okay its 11pm now & im hungry, i wanna eat. yayayaya i knw im pig, shudup. ^^
DOES IT LOOK TEMPTING?
HEHEH IT WAS MEANT FOR YOU ALL TO GO HUNGRY BY LOOKING AT IT!!!



 pictures when im back tm night or sunday aft! im nice cause i blogged today which i can do it tm even though my hands are hurting like hell cause cca's super torturing. actually im joking abt th part that im nice. (:
                                                             HEHEHEHHE BUHBYE.