GO TO DMC
Clementine: Joely?
Joel: Yeah Tangerine?
Clementine: Am I ugly?
Joel: Uh-uh.
Clementine: When I was a kid, I thought I was. I can't believe I'm crying already. Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid,
like you don't matter. So, I'm eight, and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine, and I keep yelling at her,
"You can't be ugly! Be pretty!" It's weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.
Joel: You're pretty.
Clementine: Joely, don't ever leave me.
Joel: You're pretty... you're pretty... pretty..
Who, am I?
I am
Nurazleena Bte Ramli (as evident(very!)from the blog address), and unless you're a stalker(i highly doubt there'd be any),
you would definitely not be interested in my age, date of birth and horoscope sign.
Audrey is the coolest shizz ever!
[ Saturday, March 7, 2009 ]
12:36 AM
Passenger Seat
i really dont know what to type.. my mind's really just a blank now. feels as if thre's a lot that i wna say, but the words just can't.....
haha being alone at home has allowed me to reflect, and furthermore it provides a convenient environment for one to wallow in grief.
i refuse to think that we are only of that standard.
we cannot be of that standard.
i kinda blame myself for it as well, though i have to admit, i dont blame myself all that much for it.
worst, it happened in the little time that i was on the field.
but i cant be so despondent, we still have a pretty long road ahead of us, and pleasant surprises may spring onto our path. Do a good job tmr guys! Fightin'!
the last thing that i would want tmr would be a chance meeting of you.
if only i had gone forward...