hudaa Ismail
nineTeen
pretty much an avid observer who is eccentric in nature as well as one who does things entirely based on her mood.
title: I want to be smart and i want lots of motivation i don't care about diet, i don't care about fatigue. I want loads of resources and fuck loads of brain cells. I heard people die while trying to exhaust them. I'll take a vow now and it will be worthwhile, Cause everyone knows that how you get noble. I'll look at the sun and i'll look in the mirror, I'm on the right track yeah i'm on to a winner. I don't know what's right and what's real anymore. I don't know how i'm meant to feel anymore... When do you think it will all become clear Cause i'm being taken over by the fear... My rendition of 'The Fear' by Lily Allen. I swear i can't comprehend what my brains are up to and hence, this parody. Love, vinTage dreams |
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title: It was rather absurd to note that the majority of the audience in the cinema didn't broke into chuckles at various points when the dialogue was in arguably witty. There was i caught in the predicament between laughing in the mists of the cold-blooded silence in comparison to keeping mum like as though i'm robbed of the capacity to over-analyse things. How weird. The context of the storyline was set in a tone of all-seriousness and one wouldn't find it highly amusing unless one bends towards the liking for movies characterised with melodramatic twists. All in all, the movie is highly satisfying especially for a GP students like myself, Sheela and Gabriel. Love, vinTage dreams |
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title: Huda is lagging behind. She ought to recognise that and wake up. Roughly 5 months left and that's the reality. Whether she makes it or break it, solely depends on her actions now. Not surprisingly, i've mastered the art of falling asleep with my eyes open and yes, i know that it's rather dandy to be able to do so. Like everything has burnt into ashes. Even fingerprints much less mementos. Fine art no longer spruce up the walls. Passion left to decay amidst fresh pages of the notebook. Whatever happened to past ambitions? Now, how do you remember when there's nothing left to remember? Indeliberately at 6 every morning, those shades provide a transition to those days; when she sings nothing but the lullaby of joy. Which have all come to a halt, Now and forever. Love, vinTage dreams |
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title: People who love you would always be there for you even if others have betrayed you and already left you. It struck me real hard when you told me this. I was absorbed in trying to love that which was already led astray to a point of neglecting to reciprocate love to they who never betrayed me. The captivity of what's left of reality shatters like the false image of oneself. Promises made, then torn in two. My blood running out lies the truth. Listening to silence but i was deaf in real sense. One day you'll realize but that day will be one too late. For that's what he claims and she chooses to believe. Love, vinTage dreams |
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title: There's something about leaving the comfort zone of the premises of my house that motivates me to open up my books and mug hardcore. Yes, i can use the environment of my house as an excuse to not study. But ultimately, i've got to learn to be adaptable. Turns,twirls,splits. Round and round, Over and over again. She broke a bone, it's gonna take months to heal, But it doesn't matter anyway cause you simply won't care. Love, vinTage dreams |
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