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Beverly

Posey Parisian

Beverly, 15

A dreamy idealist at heart, she loves staring at the clouds in the day and admiring the stars at night.


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20090425
i'm out of breath
Back to top, baby.
a view from my study room at dusk
apparently i have been hiding in this small room full of windows with a balcony which allows me to get an overview of my street. the sun will shine as usual and the sunlight will penetrate through the transparent glass and cast its morning beams on my study table. everything just works pretty kool especially with the presence of two cups of organic green tea, served hot by my lovely maid, Sini.

I have been writing geography notes since lunch and my hands are so tired. They're trembling when i hold them in the air and it seems like i'm on ecstasy. i have a pimple above my eyebrow and its popping up with a circumference of 0.5cm in pinkish red. i find it so irritating and i wish i can just poke it with a needle to let the pus to ooze out. i don't know whether its pus or some shit but i'm seriously attempting to do so.

i have certain issues with my family and i think i'm lacking patience as days pass by. i can't wait to do my narration to v when i call her tonight. everything seems to be out of place and i hope they'll fall back into place before the year ends. May is on its way and Summer is approaching. The hot weather will heighten people's temper... and to agitate the tornado in this house in Orange Street 5.

My marathon is still on-going. The clock is still ticking.

xoxo