"I reject your reality,
And substitute my own."


Currentszz

Evelia T.Z.R a.k.a Evie/Evee (T_T)
11th January 1993
Capricorn
Baka-Ninjas Cosplay Team Shizune, Lenalee, A.B.A <3


Short and spastic as hell when da mood strikes =3

"Ya betta watch out, uh-huh uh-huh...

I am worth, $3,456,190



Impossible-Quiz.com - Most Difficult Quiz


xXHazedShadowsXx@gmail.com



[00]Any decent phone with a camera and bluetooth functionality..lol
[01]New Mp3(Got a new MP4 now =3)
[02]Decent O'lvl grades
[03]Have fun in da year, as much as I...
[04]$$$ -Clothes
[05]$$$ -Air tickets
[06]$$$ -Cosplay
[07]%%% -Food
[08]Decent Jap-singer
[09]Choir SYF-GoldSilver
[10]Striped thigh-high socks
[11]Pulverising stilettos? x)
[12]New cardigan/hoodie
[13]That cute plushie with built-in speakers...

And for Him to please TADA hurry back home~ <3 =D

*6Joy2005

*TzY,

*XiaoHui
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*Takuhino
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*ShengYing
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*Xavier-Bro!~
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*Cheryl
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*Sophia
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*Haru-chan
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*HuiMin
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*Ah-Boii Dii~
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*Pei²
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*Alicia
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*Amanda
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*Cherie-Anko-chan~
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*Andrew
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*Aurealle/Joel
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*Cao
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*Chelsea
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*ChoonHui
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**Jiraiiiya Neko-buddy!~
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**Dei-dei chan!~
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*Dexter
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*Ding-ma
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*Eelin
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*Esther
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*Eugene
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*Eunice
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*Evangeline
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*Faz
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*Shu Hui
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*Sakina
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*Shannon
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*Stephanie
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*Susu
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*Syahirah
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**Vio-space/JugoJie~
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*Timothy
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*Tiara
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*WeiDe
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*Wenpu
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**Yuki-Darlin~
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*YingXue
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*YingTing
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*YongXiang
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*Zawanah
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*Zoe
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*ZhaoYang
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*ZiJun

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COUNTDOWN: 9 (As if anyone thought about this, but hell.)

There's a response to this. How sweet.

So I'll show it here anyway. Tell me if this makes any sense in Life.


Once, you were an angel. It seemed to me that you were perfection in human form, beautiful and godlike. I never fit in with the rest of ‘your crowd’, but you accepted me with a quiet confidence that everyone else would too. It thrilled me that I soon because your confidante and holder of secrets. For a year you called me at least twice a week to have me help you with your life. And I did. I gave you all my time and rearranged my life around you, even if you didn’t know. There was nobody but you in my life that held nearly as much importance.

Then, something happened. Slowly, your button downs and designer jeans and expensive sneakers were replaced with cheap, goodwill bargains. One day, you wore black. A color I had never seen on you, and thought I never would. “Black is too depressing,” you had told me once. “It reminds me too much of death and funerals.”

But there you were, wearing a black sweater that was slightly unraveling at the cuffs and holding a slowly dying fire in your eyes. It killed me.

From then on, you became withdrawn into yourself, and a social life had very little importance to you. Whenever I called, your mother answered the phone and told me you had locked yourself in your bedroom, demanding absolutely no disturbances. Since when was I, your confidante, a disturbance? I, whom you could tell your innermost troubles, and often did, was now shut out of your life. Your old circle of friends had abandoned you, saying things like “goth freak”, “pot head”, and “depressed little poser”. I knew better. There was something wrong, but you wouldn’t let me help you.

A week later you shocked many by dying your hair black. Once, it had been a light brown, short and fastidiously styled. Now it was long and unkempt, greasy more days then not. More black entered your wardrobe, and soon that was all you wore. That golden tan you once prided faded into pale, pale skin and you looked like a ghost wondering the school.

Notebooks started appearing. You wrote feverishly in classes, but nearly failed over half of them. Your mother called me in desperation, demanding to know what had happened to her honor roll son who was the delight of all his teachers. I told her I didn’t know, but I would find out.

I was at your house within the hour, pounding on your door, screaming at you to let me in.

“Open your door, Jeremy. Damnit! You haven’t called me in weeks, you never speak to me in school, and you’ve pulled away from everybody. All your old friends have abandoned you and your grades have dropped like a rock. Let me in! I want to know what’s going on, and I want to know now.”

There was a dead silence for almost a full minute, and then I heard your sweet, tingles-down-my-spine voice for the first time in I couldn’t remember. “Leave me be, Lisa. What does it matter to you?”

I was shocked. I spat back at you, “Who are you? The Jeremy I know would call me and we would talk for hours. The Jeremy I know always had a smile for the world. The Jeremy I know paid attention to things like his grades and his friends and was concerned with they’re affairs. The Jeremy I know cared. I guess I’m at the wrong house. You don’t give a damn.” I ended quietly and started walking away from the door, fighting the tears.

As I reached the stairs, I heard the door creak open, and then click shut. Two notebooks lay on the hallway carpet, with a sticky note on one of the covers. I blinked away the tears and came back, picking them up. The note said: Apparently, you still give a damn. –Jeremy

What was I supposed to do? I sat in your hallway, flipping through pages and scanning. One held writings ranging from poetry to poetic rants to journal entries, and the other had drawings. The drawings shocked and yet intrigued me, so I went through it first. Bleeding hearts, grotesque landscapes and dark figures filled the pages. Everything held a depressive, twisted aura. I shuddered and picked up the other notebook. Everything was dark. The poetry screamed of years of holding in pain and finally giving in. The rants were all about everyone being fake, including himself. The journal entries showed a venerable lost boy that I didn’t know existed. Where was the boy I have fallen in love with so long ago?

I quietly picked up everything and went downstairs and picked up a pen from the office desk. I went back upstairs, and wrote on the other side of the sticky note ten words. I give more then a damn. I love you. - Lisa

I took a deep breath, and knocked on your door again, this time softly. I was about to turn away again when you opened the door. Suddenly, the world skewed a bit and I had to force myself to focus. I couldn’t remember the last time we were this close.

I handed over the notebooks and reached out for your face. I ran my fingertips across your cheekbone and whispered, “One of us has to. And I couldn’t live with myself if I stopped caring about you.”

I wanted so badly to kiss you, but didn’t. Instead I backed away and left you. I left your house and returned to mine. And here I am now, unsure as to what I should do next. I’ve eaten dinner and showered, and now I’m left in my room, thinking of you. You, who was once my angel. You, who has now become my angel fallen from grace.

So Yea.

I would like to make a few words conjured up for a bit of imporant memory that falters whenever I blog. Lol.

Firstly, Faz and I had a twisted/awesum time laughin during homework period. We were thinkin.. comical, and some of it... okay MOST of it regarding Augustus Loi. lmao.

We weren't offending him about his ways of stuff and all, jus that he's patrolling around the corridors.. and Faz has been on e giggly lookout... so yea. XD And about Augustus Gloop too. Haha. We tio punished for a short while anyway, by standing at the corridor like a look-out millitant or something, with Zhao Kai doin push-up position. We girls thank our lucky stars. XD

So yea.


I had just stumbled upon that amazing write that made me SOOOOO wanna blog.

The link's here=> http://www.eliteskills.com/z/93938 The response passage for the write is in the same link. =)

Please do not copy the above passage and take it as your own. Only sore losers, whimps, shit/dickheads do so.