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RUNAWAY

bring me my wings and take me up to paradise. my world where perfect is a flaw.. i want to laugh wildly with the wind in my face. put on the most ragged and comfy garment i own, and stride down the streets like a superstar.
PROFILE

my name is isebelle. i love chocolates. i eat hashbrown with grape jam. eyeliner is a necessity for me. i act manly but irressitibly demure. i am easily excited when provoked. i rather miss being in the photo than miss a fabulous shot captured. i talk glibberish and love the way i am. Admit i'm stuck at crossroads in life, helpless with my life's goals. Have wild unfulfilled dreams. One of which is by the age of 60, i wanna sip iced lemonade, snuggle against my beloved's warmth, kiss his wrinkles and rock in my chair, reminiscing while enjoying the last few sunsets in my life.

Roars

it oni takes a finger to reach e skies.

Escape routes

Runaway to the other scenes in life.
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Just hanged up on my mum.
She just threw away the notes I have collated in my uni years.
Not that i haven been schooling for centuries.
Without realising i need them for the next sem.
And who knows what other goddamn stuff she trashed away,
this certainly isnt the first time.
but it's defintely gonna be the last.

To think i spent half a day
frantically ransacking my room,
which was oddly neat and spacious and neat.
Screaming my head off at my sudden losses.
Throw all you want, you crazy bitch

I just hidden away her clothes.
And put a NO ENTRY SIGN on my room door for my dearest mummy only.
Specifying her full name.
More than one can play at this game.

Things never last.
So do memories :(