SeptemberSep 27 Saturday 08
ms. pui
she likes fruity pebbles for breakfast and a cup of naked milk. breath inside a good feeling, hiccups! dive into the river. I never dived into a river. All comes, what my eye seas. extend a corner, unsharp, all your pleases. she likes fruity loops for our song, lunch …
AprilApr 30 Wednesday 08
Angebra on Supermatch* Vote!
My dear Moji Angebra is on war at Mojizu*
So if you feel like it and want to show your love
vote for her!
follow this link login
and vote for the dear angelic bunny girl***
MarchMar 1 Saturday 08
home sweet
Our house is not in the middle of our street. Actually I really think our house should not be here where it is. Not in the winter, not when I need to go to the market, not when I were a kid back then.. When you buy a house you generally pay a lot. In that case, I would …
happy all dings
make a wish. wash the dish. like or not, you are my fish.
my fav font type is
Georgia. But usually I feel so alone about this, so I pretend something else. While typing with sans serif, I secretly adore the one two there next to each other. This might be my biggest secret.
navy blau
I found this navy blue pencil hiding inside my big fat blackholed pencil case. It says made in Germany on it. I just felt like it felt neglected, somehow. -I don't like colored pencils very much. I donno why, maybe something about my elementary school memories (oh those …
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wish for the best, expect the worst. wish for the worst expect the best. wish for the best, expect the best. wish for the worst, expect the worst. I'm glad, these sentences never meant anything to me.
little cloud
When I was a little girl, I asked my mom about the clouds. She said they were made of cigarette smoke. I still believe that. I still smoke.
FebruaryFeb 23 Saturday 08
mayan goddess
oh we must be mad. how come I type in this screen and you look in that screen and somebody stumbles these numbers. yes, these are all numbers. these do not exist. but the grass outside is real. step on it for me. even it is green or not from your side.
today I am feeling …
two right hands
in the name of all left handed people in the world! I would like to have two right hands. end of conversation.
das ist
uberhaubt nicht gut* ah for the sake of those little titties. I never knew I would hit 25. so soon. no, it's not my birthday. please! get out of here. I'm an old tiny lady with the youngest tricks. all brand new and smells like strawberries.
row row row the boat gently …
grin like summer
summer time drifted away. I miss the ridiculously salty waters, cheesy cocktails and those nasty sand in the bed. We haven't shoot any pictures but here is the naughty fish who has bitten my heels.
mountain girl
those big smart windy hills, sugar on top; she comes from the silver mountains. i remember her dress, covered with snowflakes now she hates the taste of cornflakes and only cares about her tulippa*
I think all tulips are dutch,
no matter what istanbul remembers.
there is a bug in my soup
with her possessed eyes she looked at me and shouted! "waiter!". now "what?" I thought.
I have been working in this mess since I knew myself and here everyday is the same day. It's like living inside a stuck elevator and the elevator is an actual time machine. you know …
travela
there is something funny inside my bubbly soda. tickles my nose.
btw;
I don't like puppets.
I like demons.
all the lazy dykes
There are songs that I like, songs that make my day, songs randomly play on the radio and surprise me, songs stuck inside my head and drive me crazy, songs I sing in the shower, while cooking or in my dreams. There are songs good for eurovision, best for holidays and …
straws
my scanner is broken. my cam is useless. my mind is blurred. today you take care of yourself. I can think of nothing and the world never listen to me.
tell me tell me tell me;
or else.
it's ok.
and he came to me with the loneliest feeling. said "hi" asked how am I doing. I said "this and that" he numbed. I said "it's ok. welcome to a healthy life."
eat an apple when you get up,
coffee is the new enemy.
DecemberDec 5 Wednesday 07
a little short tale
I had this tiny seed with me, since I was seven years old. not 7, but seven with letters. I used to feed her every morning and every afternoon. soon she became my best friend. we used to do everything together. we found a dog, we drank from the sink, we counted clouds …