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Monday, October 30, 2006'♥

the blubber on her lips says," shame on you, angelina jolie!"















okaye. the braces are K-I-L-L-I-N-G me. so it's like the good orthodontist of mine decided to shorten my lifespan on friday by putting the braces on my lower gums after such a long time?

so now METAL TEETH's officially back in operation, fully equipped with metal springs, wires and brackets to cut, tear, and bite her way through everything.

yesyes,so what's new. the braces are cutting my lower lips and making them swell so big that angelina jolie's bound to envy me and for that she'll pay my orthodontist a million bucks to have her lips look like mine.

it freaking hurts like hell, and my lower lip now is like some kind of secret plantation, blooming with all kinds and sizes of ulcers.
yeah. imagine ulcers with size of a quarter of your nail? all green ,and blooody with white pus.

i am like some diseased std freak on the loose.

not as if this isnt bad enough, i havent been able to eat anything solid since friday and just within this weekend i lost 1 kg to be 41.5kg now. it's no good when you are loosing your all preciousb-o-o-obies. for the first time, i will scream and yell ' i need some weight back.'

then NEVERMIND. know what's worse? i am losing control of my lower lips and this means i cant talk and there are times that i drool and i wont know till it drips?


i am messed up as can be. HOW HOW. TELL ME HOW.


sad is the girl who carries her blubber on her lips.



the end. :C_

3:13 PM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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