love's ephemeral
but stuck in your love

about me
I am LIYANA
MYSPACE
27th November 1990.
Sagittarian
female

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Sunday, January 28, 2007

It's all confusing, worse than trigonometry sum
confusing.
I have to admit that I'm impaired, crippled
mentally defect when it comes to social stuff.
I'd rather bury my nose in history books or solving
chemical equations.
They're non-judgemental, forthright and mentally-
challenging.
hahaha, what the hell am i talking.
i miss studying.
why are people so complex?
did our parents plant chips in our brain
so that we're a born complex.
it's annoying.
why can't it be simple like,
once upon a time & happily ever after,
pixie dust would help too.

why is it that when we do a good deed nobody notices
but the shit you do is so conspicous like it's burned
onto your forehead.
tale for instances, this is hypothetical, a
certain somebody insulted you.
you know just the right retaliation to tweak a nerve, say
a secret you've sworn yourself to over your mum's live,
but you just shut up cause you know it would not be ethical
and you would sow discord between secret teller and the aforementioned
asshole who insulted you.
see, you're being nice but nobody takes notice.
hahahaha,say a secret like __________.
he would kill me if i said it, something about notoriety,
looks are very deceiving.

work is like a 24 hour game of charades.
now, they can hire me to be a pantomime.
actually it's quite a good idea!
then i just have to smear white paint instead
of my usual war paint of eyeliner and foundation.
cooool

p.s:hahaha, i guess my facial expression betrayed my shock of seeing
such erm..disgustingly 6 month unshaved underarms! cause few weeks later,
i could see her underarms without the hair. i guess Venus paid her a visit and
she discovered her armpits.
p.p.s:i've weaved myself a tangled web, shitttt.
p.p.p.s:it's going to be a lonely valentines day for me, dang it's so sad
that i only celebrated it twice.is it ironic?
p.p.p.p.s:january is a perfect month for betrayal, the dark skies
matches my desolation. I trusted you.

XOXO