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name:Jhoi Lerum
birth day:26th of may
age:nineteen
she can be aloof and very cold
patience was NEVER her virtue
skeptical and undecided
reckless and candid
dreamt of being a killer/assassin
a bum that loves sleep
keeps her friends close
and enemies unnoticed
explosive and violent
harsh and untammed

big fan of:
popsicle
strawberries & peaches
coffee is an addiction.
stars
Coelho's novels
Bruce Wayne/ Batman
Warhols' pop art
expressive photographs
Y E L L O W
Italian f o o d
Grey's Anatomy
ParaMORE
(ulk emo.)
Chuck Bass - i love
Steven Hyde - i adore
and and...
G O D - my all

she hates: arrogance.


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i S T I L L matter.

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Sunday, November 9, 2008

the start or the end. 3:19 PM


at this moment i am so blunt... nothing really inspire me. i don't really have anything to look forward to besides being with my family this december. i know now that i should make them as the only center of my life and nobody else. i've learned that i must not trust anyone besides my family...

awhile ago i had this nightmare again, and when i woke up i remembered that dreams are somewhat a message from God and somehow are subconscious decisions. i know now we are better, we're fine than as of before but i must end everything now...while i still have the strength to do so...

just a year from now i'd be at some place unfamiliar but i guess homely. and i know i should prepare my self with that and that only. i shouldn't be thinking about anything but preparing myself to be far from the place i am very much familiar of... i should be preparing for my future wherein nobody is near from where i stand right now will be there for a help and guidance. just a year from now what is in front of me will be out of my reach. and i should be ready for that...

i would love to love... but i would love to love someone near. someone my dreams are filled of and would agree with my subconscious mind... until then i'd close my heart from getting hurt... waiting until my knight comes along... :)

You are everything i wanted,
and more...