*NERDY HOTTIE!
Hey hey. I ain't any nerdy hottie. that's what i AIM to be for the next two years. Studies + looks. How wonderful life will be ~ My name is Eemin aka Jacqueline. Jacqueline is just for those ignorants who doesn't know the pronounciation of my magnficent name. Alright, I am pretty shameless, but i call it humour and confidence. So yeah ~ I can be pretty irrational, insane, hyped up. Yet, it's just facades over facades. You never want to know the down side of me. Sometimes, I get lost in myself(s). Don't get me wrong. I aint any emokid either. I am pretty much an optimist in my pessimistic world. At least, I hope for the best I'm weridly humourous, pretty inperfect in my own perfect way. Good luck! For I'm a tough book to read. i must say, I'm nothing much on firt sight; but i'm definitely not your average girl when you know me. Oh oh and oh, I AM ADDICTED TO MUSIC. MUSIC, IS MY LIFE. I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT MUSIC. ANY CURE?
-That's me
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"I’ve seen your vulnerability and all that’s within. The way you cry and try to cling on. Your life is drama, a dangerous thread you walk upon; it keeps some away, those who don’t know what to do when you lose yourself in your fragility. I know your pain, your fire.

I am not afraid.

Let me into your ring of flames. I can handle it. I’ll calm it, soothe it, give you peace. I’m not afraid of your dangerous vulnerability, like shards of distraught broken glass that threatens searing pain. I’ll learn your ways. Let me in."


Her:

You think you’ve seen all there is to know –Welcome to a new world. A world of bleeding drama and black tears, of desperation. It’s my world, my world, like a dark, burning room. Your world’s too boring; a world you take in with your senses, not by intuitive energy. You think you’re prepared; I’ll show you, I’ll slowly let you into my little tragic room. I’m a helpless, dependent, frail doll. Slowly, I will learn to trust you, to let you hold me in the palm of your hand and control my every move. I surrender my heart, my screams, my tears to you. Vow not to drop me.

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She's a extinct yet exotic mummy, living in her own pyramid. But you don't know; you can't see the hidden scars and tattoos underneath the wrap. You can never imagine that pasts that she had bottled up within the pyramid. She's rejecting all those that tried to reach out to her.

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Until she met him. Somehow, his passionate love is melting away this plastic wrap. She enjoys this burning sensation yet she don't show it. She's not supposed to feel that way. Pain; where's the pain? She knows that even if she can't feel the pain right now, she will feel it when she completely bare herself to him. Yet, she feel so helpless. His smile. His words. His gaze. His touch. So sincere, so genuine, so gentle, promising her that he'll never hurt her.  He's tearing down the paper wall of defences she built around her pyramid. At a unprecedented rate.

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She don't know the ending. Neither does he.

Yes, so one day, if you suddenly see my predicted outcome  - drained emotions, ceased passion, burdened shoulders - don't say I didnt warn you. Prepare for the worst but hope for the best. That's how I see our relationship. I used to prepare and hope for the best; and the flames of hatred that engulfed me , the past that binds me with pricked chains,  those sweet moments which haunted my nights, the excruciating pain which i am consumed in, I will never forget. I had moved on, let go, but those bittersweet memories will be etched in my mind forever, like a hidden well of scars and tattoos. Occasionally I will take a cold water bath in the depths of this well to remind myself not to make the same mistake again.

"I can't live,

if living is without you."

-Without you, Mariah Carey.

this entired blog post is dedicated to my darling. If he ever understands it. HAHAHA.