about the escaper
Joseph Quek
1611.1992
I lived in States while it petty cold here. Well I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old, So I'm going home. Well I'm going home.

past escapes
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
May 2009

soul mates
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resources
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tuesdaynight
*For the glow effect tutorial.
Date: Thursday, August 21, 2008
Time: 6:28 PM
urmiigalii,.

i can't believe what had just happened. :o

after being so bitchy [again] this morning, and after being so grumpy, i didn't think that the day won't be fine...

i was watching the LAST episode of GOSSiP GiRL SEASON ONE, when i was interrupted and told me there were HUMANS outside the house. and i have the idea who they were. At least, i thought so.

i went to the window and saw [to my utter surprise] Karlo standing there. i thought he was with Louis or someone but next, i saw Nastasha blabbering again about what happened and yada yada.

we didn't do anything, watch Mary Reille [err, is that the correect spelling?] where the main topic i witnessed was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Surf the internet. Talk about stuffs Nash could think of. [She is the master topic starter].

it was all good until they went home and i was all alone. and i was told that i should introduce them first before they step in the house. and my room should be private and there would be no one to go in there.

i mean, WHAT THE FUCK? hey, i'm old enough to think for myself, thank you. i know the things i shouldn't be doing. and i know what i'm doing! i know you're just being protective but this is TOO MUCH. not just too much. it's much, much, much more than that. and i know you don't trust me. don't deny it. and that's okay.

because you're in for a nasty treat when i'm in college.

how can i be independent when you're doing that to me? err. check your mind status. think about it.

you're saying that i'm just young. i'm not supposed to do this and that. but then, some ordinary day, you would ask me. 'What will you do if you're in collge?'. Tell me, how was I supposed to answer that when you don't even want me to grow up. Puh-leez.

okay, imma stop this ranting and i should take a bath. :]
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