What's on my mind:
" Everybody wants to go to heaven
But nobody wants to die "
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Th name's Priyaa.
Get that right, it's with double A's.
An aspiring singer, lawyer, author, lyricist.
I'm defiant, in-your-face and have a don't-mess-with attitude.
But I also am friendly, less than perfect and can take part in adult-like conversations.
Recently I've developed a sardonic humor but I promise to keep my normal funny.
I love my family dearly.
I share my life with countless people who love me and I love them too.
I'm very complex, don't try to figure me out.
An irregular teenager with an overactive imagination, who has a slight eccentric disposition.
I'm a fighter who makes her peace with God.
salus invenitur
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My People
Priya, All hail th sisterly love
Syafiqah, Pretty Lady
Himanshu, No doubt th devil
Haris, Th Dude
Mira, 4eva My Girlf
Rosma Baby
Khairina, My Purple Darling
Fitri e Dancer
mrye Baby
Roh, loud speaker alert
Hazzie, th Sarcasm Mistress
Nila, th musician
Maisarah, th Drama Mama
Karthika, My Cookie Supplier
Uma, Fellow Dramakie
Athirah, Smile-ly Always
Jeidy, Th Fashionist
YingYan, Th Hyper
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This Is War
The last day of the extended holidays... Last day of hiding at home.From whatever that is going to attack me, that is;I'm uber excited, and I don't know how many more times I'll say it before I actually wear the word out.Just plain excited.Whoopee.I have yet to pack my things.But I don't think it will take very long.Oh and rest assured, I'll be sleeping damn early.I didn't get much sleep last night, what with my sister's weird sleeping positions.A new year, a so-called new beginning We watch the season pull up its own stakes;And catch the last weekend of the last week;Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced;Another sun soaked season fades away;That's the lyrics to Stolen by Dashboard Confessional.I've a sudden interest in this band.They're music is very quiet and darn meaningful, if you really listen to the lyrics.My new favourite and a chart topper is, Belle Of The Boulevard.Hehs.I feel like it should be my theme song for this year.Or at least till the term ends.I'd like to think that as has born the new year, I've become a brand new person too.But that's a bit too far-fetched.I can't fanthom not continuing what I have molded myself into these past fourteen years.I have learnt plenty and they are an added bonus.However, I'm still keeping my defiant, don't-mess-with attitude.It helps with being persuasive.Heh.I'm about to pursue 2hrs of studying.I'm not sure I'll last.So as a last desperate measure, I'm going to add caffeine into my blood.Chorus of Belle Of The Boulevard; From Alter The EndingDon’t turn away; Dry your eyes, dry your eyes; Don’t be afraid; Keep it all inside, all inside; When you fall apart; Dry your eyes, dry your eyes; Life is always hard for the belle of the boulevard; don't be afraid; Labels: Changes, Dashboard Confessional, New Year, School, Songs
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