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Monday, July 12, 2010

Im so bored... It seems like there is nothing much for me to do recently... Been trying really hard to find more clients... Been looking out for modelling jobs like shoots and events or even dance... $ $ $ is all i want now~~~ Recently cash flow running pretty low... Sobsss...~~~
How long do i have to wait wor... Theres like a couple of overdue bills to settle... Headache sia~~~ haha...
Jia you Jia you to myself!

The DIVA ♥

Christina
Small and carefree was how I used to be When years passed by,.
I started wondering roaming and searching places for my identity.
Uncertainty on the shell isn’t the only thing.
The inside fluff is bruised, painful from the sting.
Feelings sealed in, secrete to the eyes of plenty,
Am I Me?
Despite of it all, I stand my appearance
No cowering in shadows for the need of disappearance
Suit on the great shinning gold amour
Act and talk my own unique behavior
Prediction of my future is impossible
Thought the procedure of each step is readable
The shield is still cracking for me to see.
As I'm the only witness and the only person who can judge my life.
As time flows by with new discoveries made
Confusion and wonder of that thought begins to fade
Acceptation grows for who I am
Am I me? Of course I’m me.
This is who I love to be.

WISHLIST ♥

HER AUDIENCES ♥

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PAST ♥

RHYTHM ♥

APPLAUSE ♥