Spent my Saturday with awesomeeee people.
Malcolm, James, Josh, and Michelle!
Very very fun!

We played bowling, arcade, ate, and went to IndoChine again!
We went to the CHILL ROOM.
OMG.
SO. COLD.

And James, Michelle and I all got temporary tattoos!
:D
Michelle's.


Mine.



James'.


Us in the chill room.
HAHA I was shivering really badly!
So cold!

And Michelle and I had a drink called 'Snowball' there.
Slightly alcoholic, but you can't even taste it.
Its mostly like SUPER sweet, tasted like melted vanilla icecream with sprite or something.
LOL.
Soooo goood.
I have to try that soon again.
Craving for it already.

We played alot of Truth or Dare and laughed alot.
Haha was nice to see how some of us react to another's joke with an insouciant shrug of the shoulders.

Hahah!

Okay, shall end it here.
Hope you guys enjoyed your weekend! :)

Byeeee.

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Fear courses through my veins.
Fear and pain, in equal doses.

He has to come back.
He simply HAS to come back.

I cannot live without him. I cannot, and I WILL not.

The sobs rack my body as if I am being brutally shaken.
Every muscle aches with exhaustion and soon, my hands, my face, and my shirt sleeves – everything is soaked.

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Ello, the name’s Sherena.
I’m Nineteen this year & am lovin’ it.
I’m a Cancerian.
Imma bookworm.
I close ranks in suspicion & coldness toward outsiders.
That doesn’t mean I’m unsociable, just that for me, there is a time to socialize and a time to be solitary.
I’m appreciative of art and literature, and especially of drama, where the spectacle and ebb and flow of action and feeling particularly excite me.
I have a retentive memory, particularly for emotionally laden events which I can still recall in detail for years afterwards.
I’m too easily influenced by those I love and admire, & can be swayed by the emotion of the moment.

I am never one to patiently pick up
already broken fragments & glue em back together again
& tell myself that everything would be as good as new.
What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it
as it was at it's very best than try to mend it
& see the broken pieces as long as I lived.

Love is what all of us are born with.
Fear is what we learn throughout the years.
I believe that the spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear & prejudices
& the acceptance of pure love back in our hearts.
Love is truly the essential reality and our purpose in life.

And to be consciously aware of it,
to really take the risk,
give our all and experience love in ourselves & others,
is the real meaning of life.

Meaning does not lie in things.
Meaning lies in us.