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breakaway
Wednesday, November 12, 2008 // 12:00 AM


Nadiah ; The Awesome One.

Was browsing pictures at Kyra's profile and I found those. Haha! Okayyy, I'm completely feeling
empty, like there's no life. I can hear the thunder. I can feel the breeze. I can smell the rain. I can SEE the rain. & Raindrops are falling on my window panes, creating trickling music. Am I feeling down till the clouds wanna cry too or it was just the singing session that I had just now in the room? Oh the atmosphere is just so refreshing! But at the same time, it feels like a lullaby, almost putting me to sleep. I'm having the blues I guess, I'm not allowed to go out today cos Dad said I've been going out too much for the past few weeks and also said that I can do something benefical at home. I'm stuck in this house for the day.

Oh dear mummy, can you please stop adoring yourself with the brown eyes of yours that you just bought? It is oh-so-unpleasing! More like annoying, I almost ran out of the house last night. You've been taking pictures of yourself trying to be like sisters and I.
LOL. But I find that cute, she was just playing around to kill our hearts for a mother like her I guess.

Speaking of sisters, I thought of bringing them out to somewhere we can take marvellous pictures around. But I guess not as Jeeha wanted to go to People Of Destiny badly, or aka POD for short. I can assure that Dad will allow me to go with sisters because he's the kind that wanted us to be the forever-closest siblings. Dad mentioned that he would furthermore like it if I try to spend time with my siblings outside instead of friends. Oh what to do? That, shall I say my parents.

I realised that my dreams have always been so random. Jumping from one scene to another. Its like a movie that suddenly end without a conclusion and skipped to another movie onwards. Very weird. Sister once told me about her dream that frightens and sadden us both. I'm really afraid till this very day. Oh please oh please don't let this horrific dream come true. Let not it be a Déjà vu.

Hello and Goodbye Loves.