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Love is our Resistance
They'll keep us apart, they won't stop breaking us down

Biography

Fiqah Siputstar.
26 September 1996.
It's complicated.
14
I'm a girl who don't care about love anymore. It just makes my heart hurts so better care about other things than love.So ya, that's me!
Singing,Laughing and Dancing all the way!
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Mediabox


MusicPlaylist
Music Playlist at MixPod.com "If we live our life in fear,
I'll wait a thousand years
Just to see you smile again "


Sweetdesires

Did I hear someone said "cheese" or "chocolate"?

Iphone
Meet Korea's artist
Cinema: Watch Karate Kid
Meet Justin Bieber
That laptop for myself
Go to PARIS


Tagboard




Linksboard


Pastentries

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October 2010
November 2010
December 2010
January 2011
February 2011
March 2011
April 2011
May 2011
June 2011
August 2011
November 2011
March 2012


Creditorials

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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Hey. How do you feel when people insult you? im sad. I know your in a bad mood but you don't have to say that. Im crying now. Thinking when this panic will fade. Im stressed. Tomorrow im going to meet my cousins at East Coast Park. Shut up. You dont understand. Bias. Whatever. I hate you for scolding me. I will find my own clothes. FINE! I hate you for scolding me. U
I know there's nothing to worry about but sometimes the feeling come just like that and makes me more worry. No one understands me. Friends come and go. Family help but when they get angry, they will scold me. I sucks i know. Everyone is ok accept me. I cry people ask to relax. No one wants to listen to me. I want to talk to someone. Sad sad sad. I may look happy but im not. Every night i tell myself that tomorrow is going to good day, think positive and relax my mind. So now, im going to tell myself the same thing. P.s. Friends do suck sometimes. ok toodles!

♥our lips must always be sealed
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