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"You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground,
I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds."



Hi, My name is Chua Hui Hui ♥

I love my Sister very, very much. I like planting kisses on her forehead then watch her smile back at me. The sweetest smile, ever :-)

"I wanna be a flower, not a dirty weed. I wanna smell like roses, not a baseball team."


Friday, March 27, 2009
I don't love you, I l. o. v. e. You.

We human are so stupid, it's sad. Really.

I hate myself for all the things I regretted doing. I hate myself because of all the wrong things that I say. I hate myself for all the things I didn't do, for not having the balls to tell you all the things I'm dying to let you know. I hate how life sucks this way. I'm so bummed.


Sometimes dreams feel so real it's sad because at the end of the day, they. are. only. dreams. It's always different in reality. Why is that the way it is.

I swear recently I have an amazing subconcious mind which gives my dreams absolutely perfect storylines and controls my dreams the way I want them to be. But you know we can't sleep forever neither can we dream For. Ever. Hm or do we really sleep and dream forever when we die? That'll be totally cool. Even if I'm living a dream, So What?


(i mean really, so what when it pwns reality hands down anyway but no worries i am not suicidal. being emo is uncool i know that dumbass.)

I am still the (super) hopeful girl looking-forward to work, to plucking my castles down the air, to more wild nights, to a lot more wilder nights, to my future with idk who, to the day I become someone's Mommy (hehehe), to being a toothless great grandma and to the day you all mourn over my death (HA HA HA OK THIS I KID).