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Think about the love inside the strength of heart
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark
Climbing higher through the fire, time was running out
Think about the chance I never had to say
Thank you for giving up your life that day
Never fearing, only hearing voices calling out
Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive
Be Strong
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Don't be shy. Cause I'm not. heh D:
I thought I saw the bumble bee.
Ah well. It's gonna be just you and me.
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Hello, I am Jessica.
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do F a s h i o n related work/studies.
have a MAJOR CRUSH/INTEREST/FLING with branding and marketing related works/studies
am an art person. maybe has a flair but the talent is shaky and unstable. but recognises the depth of personal potential for arts. (:
I'm kinda brilliant. Mental note that aights? (:
Loves: Almost everyone.
Hates: Nothing really. Until you really know me i guess. (:
Jess kinda rocks; like big time ._.
stop peering into her bleeding heart.
2:47 AM Tuesday, December 05, 2006
i am going to write something dark.dark humoured, definitely.violent.please feel free to exit. because it may get pretty raw.the night wasn't young at all. i woke up to sounds of crashes and whispers of mum's. " you will wake the kids up. " and " can you stop throwing things for heaven's sake? " were what i could make out. i was standing at the doorway, watching a drama. a family drama i was in and i was totally shocked to be in. fingers dug into my flesh and pulled me back into the room. the look of fear was very vivid. mum's eyes just bored right into mine. her hands were dripping with something red. she was kneeling and defeated. right... she was defeated. the insanity of his acts. i can never forgive that.the feeling of helplessness. it just echoed.did i scream and i shout? hell yes. but im just puny. voice small. voice weak. lost in the midst of the arguments of my parents. that night, i learnt to punch my sister in the stomach for pulling me back into the room. i wanted so much to kick my dad in the leg and ask him to get off.my first encounter with family violence.something tells me i will be safe there. i just nestled myself nicely under the table and watched my mum and brother fought. my sister was in the room. but she kinda run out and passed me a sweet. her face was of indifference and i popped the sweet into my mouth. immuned to violence. i watched on. in came my grandma and my grandpa. they tried to interfere, and somehow my brother kicked my granny away. i screamed and my sweet dropped out. my sister took it in her hand and held on to it. silly me wanted to pop it back into my mouth but she just watched the show and held onto the sweet. hurt, but i went back watching the show. show ended cause my mum slapped brother and he went hysterical. what happens after that, i cant remember. doesnt matter. cause this already taught little jessica that violence is nothing but a nice toy for you play, especially in the family.there's lots more twisted stories i have. but i guess i leave that for myself to know. but i owe my sister alot. i bullied her and hurt her deep. because she's the middle kid and she's quiet and calm. i took advantage of that and hurt her. but oh well, she did fought back. man, i got alot of scars from her nails. i always tell my friends a cat scratched me. haha.i may be laughing now. but i know i will choke on my own laughter. im a child of violence. i am already a staunch advocate of violence. in short, a sycophant for it.papa, i will always remember you for your violent acts.you may do nothing now, but i aint going to let my guard down.you may leave me alone now.cried and grew.
Don't be shy really. I know you are itching to say something. Just try to sound clever aights? (:
Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive
Put your heart here. D E P O S I T
We have soul, though not all are soldiers.
In memory. Let's try tracing back history and continue to make wonderful history worthy of mention.
Call the police. They are helpful though they sound sick of the world. (: They may just keep you safe.