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!
[ Sunday, July 5, 2009 ]
11:29 AM
"it's official. it's a 'boy boy'."
so cool that SOME people semi-change their names to fit LT
once, i wanted to be the greatest
guess that's the case with everyone else? dissatisfaction is wrangling out of me, wave after wave after wave man it's like this thing.. is practically oozing out of my pores. thought i was the only one feeling it at this instant, but it seems like my sis kinda feels the same way too (i secretly read her blog hehe BUT if you scold me for this then i know you read my blog. hehe), and everyone else looks like they're coping really well with it.
can't say it's the same for me, i foresee some hairpulling moments in the near future haha.
& chan marshall should be banned from singing sad songs like this, it kinda transports me to those moments where you cling and desperately hang onto the fine tendrils of has-beens and what-ifs. and so, we need the uber cool and irresistably cute LT to lighten the mood and brighten my day! oh gosh why am i speaking like that i think it's my brain trying to embarrass me into sleeping asap.
and sht my last sentence sounds super retarded.
so, peace out and RESPECT (ali g hahaha)
love, the old lady who's keeping a tenuous grasp on reality.
