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IRENE CHEEN,
![]() I'm eighteen, I wouldn't claim myself to be 'short' at 5"2.5 but I do wish to be taller sometimes. My greatest fear of life is being alone for too long & being around tight spaces(Claustrophobic). I am a crossed legged that loves cuddles, piggybacks, tea, foul words, animals, acid wash colours, music, ADTR, poetry, alone, horror, long walks, conversations, smell of rain, old books, random midnight roadtrips, James Frey, wolves, piercings, and FOOD. Older post,
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Saturday, May 29, 2010
ƃuɐʞ pןooɹǝɾ says:My first kiss went a little like this, o.o i dont know why but i had the urge to hug you there but i didn't hahahahaha Irene says: I was waiting for a hug you know instead you gave me ball HAA ƃuɐʞ pןooɹǝɾ says: ahahaha sorrryyy D: Irene says: haha its okay la ƃuɐʞ pןooɹǝɾ says: its been sooo long since we hugged ;/ Irene says: YESH I know you miss me haha ƃuɐʞ pןooɹǝɾ says: its weird but yeah somehow i do miss pik yee ahhahaha My backbone for 5 years (: Dead tired and just found out all this while, Skyping only allows one Video call at a time, Hmph so sad! So currently stuck on MSN laggy webby with classmates again. Every weekends's a webcam date with my classmates. So lazy to blog about Youth since there's another 2 more days of it. Who's going again? In the process of getting there and coming home was a big role of Intan, and it was epic funny. More tomorrow. My heart beats fast whenever I look at him, butterflies doesn't fly away, and my smile doesn't fade(I look like a retard with such huge smile), and when he leaves, I want to cry. |