MURDERWESHALL

War's coming. Fight or hide? 3, 2, 1..
November 21, 2009

The Hue Of Impersonation,

I have been neglecting this space the past week due to reasons that are unknown to me. School has been rather draining. Lessons are 9 to 6 almost every day and I'm always late. Yes, I can kiss my attendance good bye.

The week was spent with a good deal of alcohol. I <3 alcohol! Company was equally great too. I need to stop being a kampong kid and start going back to town. I haven't been to town in a week and that's my longest streak ever. Sorry bbg ):

I'm currently trying to upload 645 photos on Facebook but it keeps hanging halfway what the fuck. Say good bye to the pictures my friends.

I'm so addicted to your smell. I seriously think I need help asap.

Firstly, Happy birthday JJ!

I spent the whole day undreading JJ's dreads because the stupid lady from the shop cheated him of his money.

Jt very pretty here!

Then we crashed my school's Jam and Hop! Got chased by so many security guards!

Btw, these are pictures from Friday. I don't know if I should post pictures from Saturday here because it'll be flooded. Maybe tomorrow!

xo

November 15, 2009

The I Without You,

You pass me by.

I breathe you,

want to caress you,

every cold damn night.

Fug, I need pictures from Faith's party and Zouk! Btw, Zouk was boring as shit. I clubbed for 1 hour, sat the next 3 outside people watching. Avril Lavigne is crooning on the radio and I'm singing along. I'm surprised I still remember the lyrics. (S) Uh ahh uh ahh so much for my happy ending (S) I also need to start being a good girl. & Crystal finally decided to stop being MIA today. Gardens ftw? The rest of the night (and many other nights in fact) shall go unwritten. And and, happy birthday to Ari (The second love of my life) and Faithsy!

And I still don't get it. Why couldn't you tell me you love me before going on about how you fucked some other girl? Clueless. Ah, it wouldn't have made a damn difference anyway.

Oh oh oh, before I go! Check this, Daphne Guinness! Alexander armadillo Mcqueeenies look too good on her! Bb says: Lady Gaga who? WERQ~!

xo

November 11, 2009

The Armani Code,

Tuesday,

The way you smell, it takes me high. You just don't know it yet.

So I managed to get through 3 days of school without any awkwardness or emotions involved (on my part). This had better continue because if any unnecessary emotions come to play, I'm fucked beyond fucked. Yes, things should stay the way they are now, I think. I feel so crummy. My mind is telling me no but my (I wouldn't say heart because I have no heart) ignorant soul is accepting the abdication that is fucking unfolding itself. My thoughts are empty corridors lined by your abandon gesture, high flower beds of illusions that weren't even well thought of, incongruities like fences separating desolated paths. It all gets entangled together and squalidly awaits in the pathetic disarray of my confused sensations. I don't know what to think anymore.

I will see you when the sun sets my friend.

xx

November 08, 2009

The Option of Walking Away,

The night flew by with a thousand misconceptions, downing glass after glass of Martell. Happy birthday QuSheng, you gave us a good time.

None of us knew what to make of it, especially me. None of this happened. We were all playing pretend. Everything still managed to crawl back, sneaking it's way up narrow corners. It came back like a fucking mad storm fucking tsunami. Whatever, dreading school already. Out of sight, out of mind. My balls.

Dinner time. Yum yum. Good night my friend, I will speak to you soon.

November 04, 2009

The Murder Weapon,

Mr November, so far you've been pretty good to me. I was able to not think of you the whole of today until some douche called looking for you. You are wrong, yet you excite me in your strange taste in music and everything else that we have similar. You and me, we are different. I am the unattainable.

People smoke for fun. I smoke because the split second of sheer bliss that overwhelms me takes me to a whole new level where everything seems so surreal and happens so slow. Nothing matters. You disappear, you you disappear. This is why I smoke. I smoked today.

Halloween and Chips,

Too lazy. Am going to nua now. Bb.

 

Natasha Ning

Run away.

Run away.

Run away.

Run away.

Run away.

Run away.

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