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sArAhtuck3r
General Information

Main blog:stress-live it up
Age:17
Birthday:January 26th 1989
Gender:Female
Occupation:Student
Education:High school
Religion:Catholicism
Race/lineage:Asian
Location:Singapore


Appearance

Eyes:Dark Brown
Vision:Glasses/Spectacles
Hair Color:Dark Brown
Hair Style:Straight - Medium
Skin Tone:Medium
Clothing Pref.:Practical


Personal Information

Astrological Sign:Aquarius (Jan 20 - Feb 18)
Smoking:No Way
Liquor:Social drinker. One or two
Exercise:Occasionally
Your Home:Live with pets


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Four Most Recent Entries

Hey people, I've relocated.
Heyys... I have recently changed my blog. do relink me. http://starsnbubbles.blogspot.com/ Not that this one will be chucked out. It's just that my sister helped me set one up, so yea. This might have a couple of updates every now and then. But not so soon.... Best Wishes, hugs, and kisses. (: -sArAh-
 
blue angel
The blue angel sat- Alone. The blue angel shed grey tears. Tears fell like raindrops. Drops of acid that smothered the grass. Is she the angel of life? or the angel that takes life? Is she the angel that wipes away tears or the angel that brings fear. Fear is not a feeling. It is an object;kept in a box. Boxes of fear and sadness, fear and sadness and fear. My memories are on this shelf together with my happiness. Come with me loneliness. I shall be your one and only friend. Together we will brave knives and stones. Words will not hurt me. But I know you will. ...
 
My thoughts on life
I've been facing a couple of downs in my roller-coaster, drama queen life. Once again i'm faced with this "you-sure-as-hell-don't-want-to-be-me" attitude. I was looking at myself in the mirror - and i thought of this poem.Enjoy. The Doormat I looked at the sky, but all i saw was ceiling. I looked at the people around me, only to see ice. I welcomed the friends and foes, only to be stepped upon. trampled and deserted, i lay alone determined to stand up again. Building a fence around war torn grounds, my...
 
Moody monster made me eat me.
I'm not really in the mood to talk about my life. My poem, my thoughts. - Enjoy. consumed by thoughts, i sat by the window. The trees moved past me, one after the other. Are they moving? Or is it me ? The cat leaped off the wall, landing all four paws steadily on the ground. The kite flies higher with each turn. But it will never come back down, will it? It will fly off, won't it ? My independence is gone with the wind. The cat is caught in the running reel. His independence has been tampered with. His temprement has been meddled with. He writhes on the ground in blood. The glass laced...
 






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