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XP Whatever. Just read it.

//.introduction.//

Either you went here for the blog post "Masci is gone?" or you just wanted to be here.
To go to the said post, click here.

Face it, we all know no one reads this.
But anyhow, I'm hoping.
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PEACE OUT.

.Monday, October 20, 2008 ' 6:21 PM Y

The Dedication.

He's a real nowhere man.
Sitting in his nowhere land.
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.
Doesn't have a point of view.
Knows not where he's going to.
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man, please listen.
You don't know what you're missing.
Nowhere man, the world is at your command.
He's as blind as he can be
Just sees what he wants to see.

-gdmechano, nowhere man

//.i'm.stupid.//

I know.

//.confession.session.//

When I say I haven't got a crush on someone... I'm lying. I have this certain crush on a certain person who likes another certain person that he's so dedicated on her. I have nothing against it. Swear.

So, this is messing you up. Let me explain.

He's a boy. He's someone I just knew this year. From afar, he sounds and LOOKS stupid. But if you get to talk to him, I'm sure you'll change your impression.

He's really kind. Though as much as I hate it, he usually teases me a lot. That's the only flaw.

I'm not obsessed at him. I had enough with this love thingy.

I failed to see myself hurting a lot when I fell in the hidden, firey depths of love. I got ass-kicked, beaten, yet I still failed to realize it hurts a lot. I was numb in those periods of epic-failness! XD

//c'mon.arimi.be.serious.//

You might be wondering WHY I always freaking change my mood when I tell stories and such.

I know it's a bit selfish of me to do that. I mean, changing my mood so I won't get carried away too much. I hate getting read by other people. No one can read me. No one.

I guess that's what makes people think I'm emo. God, no! I'm not emo! I can dress-up like one, but after a few minutes I'll be smiling like a goof ball. Then you can call me poser. LOL. ♥

Having said that, I also have my limitations towards things. Like, I do know how to get hurt.

Yeah. I'm not dumb, morons. :) (Don't mistaken it if I call people morons. I just love that word as much as I love you guys. :). )

//.end.//

I'm sleepy. It's 1:56 in the morning, for Pete's sake. XP. I love you all. PEACE OUT.

//.art.music.passion.//


Unheard Whispers.

Inaudible cries.




What am I?

A demon in disguise.

I am Arimi.
I am a simple girl in a complicated world.
Blindfolded. Lost in someone else's world.
Alive, and still breathing.
What am I exactly?
I say I'm a demon.
Scary, huh?

Cravings

Wishlist.

I crave for chocolate.
For yaoi.
For more.
For a tablet.
To have a Tegaki E account.
Won't happen.

One word. ESCAPE.

GET AWAY FROM HERE.

My confidante, and sister.

Poison in my ears.

Listen to the forbidden fruit on my ears.

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