MeetAbilla
The name is Abilla. Call me Abil. similar to boy's name but I'm not and neither could I be that. I'm in love with Marc Jacob, Dior and H&M. And, abit of Calvin Klein. They're famous, like obviously you'll know who they are. I'm a die-hard fan of White, Shocking Pink and Black. Not much of Yellow. Sketch Book and Pencil are my two best friends, they're always by my side whenever I need them. My greatest enemies are Liar, Backstabber, Hypocrite and Nag. I hate them alot. World would be sucha better place without them all.
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More Than Words
"There must be something more, do we know what we're fighting for?"-Secondhand Serenade
"You know there's always more than one way to say exactly what you mean to say"-Fastball
"A war between the vanities, but all I see is You and Me"-OneRepublic
"One must work and dare if one really wants to live"-Van Gogh
"Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek & find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it"-Rumi
Jumat, 05 Desember 2008 Senin, 01 Desember 2008
"You know there's always more than one way to say exactly what you mean to say"-Fastball
"A war between the vanities, but all I see is You and Me"-OneRepublic
"One must work and dare if one really wants to live"-Van Gogh
"Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek & find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it"-Rumi
MYdesires
Did I hear someone said...
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Pastentries
if you could find my past.. would you come?
♥ Oktober 2008
♥ November 2008
♥ Desember 2008
♥ Oktober 2009
♥ November 2009
♥ Januari 2010
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♥ Juni 2010
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♥ Oktober 2009
♥ November 2009
♥ Januari 2010
♥ Februari 2010
♥ Juni 2010
Jumat, 05 Desember 2008
i'm not,
not sure,
not too sure how i feel..
of breathing everyday.
:'(
not sure,
not too sure how i feel..
of breathing everyday.
:'(
♥our lips must always be sealed
16.27
16.27
Senin, 01 Desember 2008
what will you answer, if there's question, maybe like, "wat is LOVE?" in final exam?
if i were you, i wont answer it.. coz actually, i don't know what is it.
it's absolutely ABSTRACT.
like when i was lonesome, without him, with all of our trouble,
i felt love seems to be the worst thing i ever know.
but oppositely, when he was here, and all trouble has left our life,
love seems to be the sweetest thing.
i don't wanna know wat's love,
wat i want 2 know is, WHY?
why love brings 2 antonymous facts together?
sadness/happiness
bitter/sweet
good/bad
and so on.. i'm sure you get what i mean, kids!
you'll never know when love brings you to complicated thing,
other side you might thought that it's so simple.
for ex, based on (my) true story,
i wrote his name in my hand with razor,
and i didn't feel anything but happiness.
even if i know that i've been destruct my self,
but it's ok.
oh, just happen when i did it because of love.
if i wrote my gardener's name in the same way as i wrote HIS name,
i'll scream and say to myself, "hey, why do you hurt yourself?? idiot..",
then throw that fuckin razor away.
you know,
the pain i feel from my self destruction is just a bit of my pain of loose and loosing his trust.
T.T
*his name in my hand; temporary . in my heart; permanent
if i were you, i wont answer it.. coz actually, i don't know what is it.
it's absolutely ABSTRACT.
like when i was lonesome, without him, with all of our trouble,
i felt love seems to be the worst thing i ever know.
but oppositely, when he was here, and all trouble has left our life,
love seems to be the sweetest thing.
i don't wanna know wat's love,
wat i want 2 know is, WHY?
why love brings 2 antonymous facts together?
sadness/happiness
bitter/sweet
good/bad
and so on.. i'm sure you get what i mean, kids!
you'll never know when love brings you to complicated thing,
other side you might thought that it's so simple.
for ex, based on (my) true story,
i wrote his name in my hand with razor,
and i didn't feel anything but happiness.
even if i know that i've been destruct my self,
but it's ok.
oh, just happen when i did it because of love.
if i wrote my gardener's name in the same way as i wrote HIS name,
i'll scream and say to myself, "hey, why do you hurt yourself?? idiot..",
then throw that fuckin razor away.
you know,
the pain i feel from my self destruction is just a bit of my pain of loose and loosing his trust.
T.T
*his name in my hand; temporary . in my heart; permanent
♥our lips must always be sealed
16.47
16.47