welcome note :
let's speed up in a desolate highway.

notes :
yeah.. fuck it up, fuckers..

the wanderer is

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a female species. late 20's. fifth dimension. quirky. grotesque. wayward. peculiar. fiercely independent, tenaciously cynical, brutally realistic, and sometimes even paranoid.
Friday, January 7, 2011
@ 2:52 AM
the unreasonable jealousy.
the never-ending quarrels.
the excessive tears, screams and heartaches.
the stupid fights over small unnecessary things.

what's the point in having a relationship then ?
why bother ?

give it up.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010
@ 4:59 PM
i like men who are comfortable with themselves. my whole idea of sexuality has changed. When i was younger, i wanted the stereotypical gorgeous guy you could show off at parties. Now i like slothful men who dont give a fuck about how they look. I like people who are solid and know who they are. I dont want someone who's worried about how their hair looks when they're sliding over to my side of the bed. I've got enuff problems myself without having to deal with somebody else's shite.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010
@ 2:00 AM
oh wow. apparently, i've gone softer by the years.
should be good, although some people still have the desires to end my life due to callous words coming out from my mouth.

i have tumblr, and twitter.
http://cursingconcrete.tumblr.com
@sariburgess

@ 1:58 AM
does it make sense that when i look in the mirror at home, i'm okay, but when i step out and look at myself in the mirror outside, for example at the mall or something, i feel hideous? i don't know. something to do with the fact that i'm comfortable at home and less so in other places?

Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Test @ 1:46 AM
This is merely a test to see if I can start blogging from my blackberry..
Sent from my BlackBerry�

Monday, March 8, 2010
@ 1:26 AM
It's appalling how many friends I've lost. It seems as though eventually, everyone just becomes complete strangers to each other. Everyone dies, moves, leaves you, or turns into someone else. Then it makes me wonder, did either of you ever really know each other?

Thursday, February 11, 2010
back to the old house, we never will.. @ 8:10 PM
EPILOGUE

T : "is this it ? you're.. you're mine"
S : "i did my best for you, but we can not cling to the old dreams anymore.."
T : "under the bridge we kissed.."
S : "and although i ended up with sore lips, it just wasn't like the old days anymore"
T : "we've been through hell and high tide and yet heavy words are so lightly thrown by you"
S : "too freely on my lips, words prematurely sad"
T : "i've seen this happen in other people's lives and now it's happening in mine"
S : "well, i wonder, do you hear me when pass ? i half-die."
T : "i started something and now i'm not too sure"
S : "In the days when you were hopelessly poor, i just liked you more"
T : "we belong to the lights"
S : "boy in a million, king of your age"
T : "this one's different, because it's us"
S : "who do you turn to when you're backstage ? "
T : "how near you stand to me ?"
S : "what difference does it make ?"
T : "she's too rough and i'm too delicate"
S : "i know that, vivid and in your prime, you will leave me behind"
T : "you can kick me, you can punch me and you can break my face. But you wont change the way i feel because i love you"
S : "And love is just a miserable lie. What do we get for our trouble and pain ?"
T : "i'm sorry, for destroying our flower-like life"
S : "no more apologies, im too tired, so very tired. And im feeling very sick and ill today, but i'm still fond of you.
T : "10 full years of our lives on the trail, we should just start again"
S : "There's something against us, it's not time. Please stay with your kind and i'll stay with mine. So Goodbye..."

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