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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.
Ready?
Stay put where you are. Keep your soul and keep your heart. I'm loving y o u.
The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.
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 ._.
the inevitable walk down the memory lane.
10:40 AM Tuesday, July 10, 2007
its inevitable.what is? the walk down the memory lane is fucking inevitable, as you people may just realise. it just fucking hit on me that, i am no longer who i used to be.clinging ever so tightly to daddy. tiny feet swing and swing. right foot trying to wriggle my clogs back onto where it should belong.*thud!daddy bent down and picked my clogs up. "ah mei careful next time oh. papa is not going to bend down again."carefully, he slipped the sandal onto my foot with ease.press button. fastforward to now, 11/07/07. im no longer close to dad. im just a fierce daughter. things got complicated. walls built and defence's up. he is not even close to the parapet. let alone being close to the girl herself. what happened to the term, daddy's girl?it seems that, i lost it.looking at the kid hugging onto her mum like a koala bear, the above memory came back. call it nostalgia. this nostalgia hits me with a tinge of bitterness and sourness.this mirroring effect, does nothing but mock. mocking me for this ridiculous stage i come upon. i blame no one but myself. what is the point, pushing blame to others when im feeling this guilt on my part. but i do wonder, will you cry at night. only to recall what you did to lose this daughter?O'time, this is too much of an entanglement for me to unravel.Thou hath to do it for me.A beg and a plea, gone unnoticed.Oh well, it is just another day going by.im having it tough with mum, but at least we are holding on. despite all. i love you two.if to weigh, mum's heavier by tons. i hope you understand, that im much closer to mummy. what we are now, can be called a broken family in others' eyes. but to us, it is already a family. this is what the word "family" stands to me. all broken but im not lamenting. just feeling a little sorry.i have a rough past. im not sure if i can be who i used to be and what i used to be. which old me do i want to be exactly. but this walk down the memory lane only serves to relive bad memories. killing whatever fond memories and hopes i hold so dearly, yet aloofly on the surface.i do not expose myself on this public stage to ask for anything. but i seek comfort in releasing the burden. maybe it helps nothing. it alleviates nothing. but still. i need do something to kill the torrential rush of thoughts, words and emotions.forgive me. and i will go to sleep tonight, knowing i havent forgive myself yet.love kills, hope skirts.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.