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Ho hum pig's bum. My name is Mr Fuzzy Wuzzy.
I have a donkey and I ride it into the depths of rainbows and everything shiny and colourful.
Why should you believe whatever people tell you? Because for all you know, they're just out to mock you.
My name is VIVIAN. Ex-hongwener, current Anglicaner/Anglicanian.
I am a totally lovable kiddo whose birthday falls on 24.05.1996. You know what to do, don't you?
Hi bye.

The 'day sky' is light blue right? So, like, the sky wants people to be all bright during the day. Then when it's the "night sky" people are tired from being happy, so the sky wants them to get rest.

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Sunday, July 3, 2011 12:27 AM

23. Teardrops on her Guitar ;

For the 37th time that week , she lost her guitar pick .
Frustrated , annoyed , and desperate , she slammed her guitar down , the old brown guitar pegs complaining in sharp creaks .
Screw all these , she thought .
Things weren't going well for her . She wasn't the brightest kid in school , she wasn't the prettiest , nor the most popular .
And now she can't even find a tiny guitar pick .
She winced , as a guitar string snapped , leaving a bloody red slash on her index finger .
A silent drop of tear rolled down her porcelain cheek , dripping off her chin , and falling onto her self-designed guitar .
She brought her hand to her face , and hastily wiped the trails of tears away from her face , smearing her face with salty tears and blood .
She knew , her heart was bleeding as well , just like her finger .
She knew , her heart was tearing as well , just like her .
And she knew , tears can be wiped off and cuts can be healed , but her heart will remain torn .
He once told her that she was awesome , because she knew how to play the acoustic guitar .
And she once told him , that any guy that could play an instrument , was wonderful .
She meant what she said .
But she wasn't sure of whether he meant what he said .
She once promised to play a song for him at the beach .
Although she didn't tell him , because she wanted to make it a surprise .
But blissful periods were short .
Before she could even strum one note for him , he left her .
Silent , unknowingly , but yet , painful .
Blood from her finger trickled down , seeping through the guitar sash and her bedsheets .
She wondered whether he would even bother about her now .
And she guessed , he wouldn't .
With her shoulders slumped in depression , she picked up her guitar carefully and gently strummed the remaining strings .
They sounded solemn and stale , with no expressions .
Another drop of tear fell onto her guitar .
She knew they were impossible , she knew he wouldn't be back .
But she hopes , she dreams , and she imagines .
This adds on to more pain , more struggles , and more heartbreaks .
Seeing him so happy , so carefree , she feels happy for him , yet sad for herself .
She wonders how he can be so happy while she's going through such a difficult period .
She wonders why he cannot be with her , accompanying her through this time .
She wonders what she did wrong .
She wonders why he's doing this .
She wonders what would happen if time could rewind .

Thank you for the times , the memories .