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Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Emotions are running high


I feel weird for th past few days. I have a good sense, I guess. I can sense deaths and moods. Its totally weird. I'm feeling heavy too. Like really heavy - or say, gravity is pulling me down. My head feels like I'm having hallucination or it spins out of control till I faint. Had muscle ache.

Its weird when a guy says I have good choices in music. Not many girls love rock like I do now. I'm changing perspective. I love rock genre. I love Randy Orton - who have tons of tattoos on his arms. I love John Cena. I love Kofi Kingston. I love everyone. I'm a human lover. 

I dont care if people scolds me. I dont care if I'm being selfish. I just dont care, you know. I dont know what I'm talking about for now. Ugh. I need to break free. I feel like screaming my heads off at Marina Barrage, if I can. Suddenly it reminds me of Jacob. Yes, Jacob Black. Th scene in Bella's room, yea. That part. 

And btw, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TI!

I hear voices crying
I see heroes dying
I taste th blood thats drying
I feel th tension rising.

Loves.