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That Bitch

Gabrielle Chen Yaqing

18th December 1990

Female

160cm

Unmeasurable Mass


Understanding Her

LOVES <3

God
Republic Of Bitches (ROB)
Family
Friends
Music
Nato
YUI
Jay chou
MISIA
Spongebob & Patrick
Eeyore
Shopping
Eating
Laughing
Sleeping
Reading
Burping
Outings with ROB and friends
Traveling around the world
Irritating my 2nd brother
Lazing around
Sweet stuffs
Jokes
Shiny and bling stuffs
Manicure
Craft work
Black & all colors on the Rainbow

DISLIKES XXX

Being accused
Being broke
Controlled and ordered around
Housework
Bitter stuffs
Walking behind a smoker who is smoking




Credits
Editor: nique x3
Edmund



Monday, March 8, 2010

I'm Sorry


I've read the newspaper.
There were news about people who killed their lovers.
And mothers who killed their kids.
And masters who killed their pets.
I'm curious how they were able to be so ruthless to hurt someone they love.
Hurting someone you love is the most cruel and ruthless thing to do.
I always wonder how they feel after hurting their love ones.
Now I know.

Short-term miseries are better than long-term miseries.
This must have been stuck in their head while they were doing the hurt process.
After everything is over, they must have felt like shit.
I feel like shit now.

The theory 'the bigger the impact you made in a person's life, the greater the crater you leave in their hearts' just came knocking on my brain.
The crater I left must have been so big it almost destroyed your heart.
I feel like a murderer.

For today, I wish that I could be a tissue paper seller on the street.
This way, I can offer some comfort for people who are crying.

Thanks for loving me the way you always do.
But I'm sorry I had to hurt you still.
I believe that things happen for a reason.
Many which I'm not sure why.
Perhaps one day.
Perhaps on the day we breathe our last, we'd figure out why.



Feeling like shit is just the sentence for murdering you.

Was Bitching At 3:15 PM♥

If only I had wings to fly