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a caset teip is somefin u put in de caset playar and u play da muzik an if it sounds good u do a litle dance, make a lil luv, get down 2nite

» Posted By lili On 01.07.2019 @ 3:33 pm


Probably is a polite word in many ways for chinese when they don’t agree with you.Actally chinese ddislike to say their ture felling.

» Posted By lili On 11.23.2018 @ 1:54 pm

Probably is a polite word in many ways for chinese when they don’t agree with you

» Posted By lili On 11.23.2018 @ 1:53 pm

Probably is a polite word in mang ways to chinese people when they don’t want to agree with you, actually, they disagree you.

» Posted By lili On 11.23.2018 @ 1:50 pm


There was a man who used to live down the street from us. Now that I think about it, he was a painter. Yes that’s right. He used to paint beautiful murals. He saved my life once. I can’t believe I’ve never told you this story.

» Posted By Lili On 08.23.2016 @ 5:00 pm


i always liked silk. i do not know why. maybe because my first dress was in that material. I remember it like it was today. i will buy a silk dress for my prom night.

» Posted By lili On 07.08.2016 @ 6:05 am


The accusing look on Jean-Luc’s face was almost more than the god-like being could take, but he knew that he needed to stick to his guns. He was right! He knew that he was! He was a Q damn it, the Q were ALWAYS right! Or, at least that’s what he told himself. Secretly, and with each new meeting with the Captain of the Enterprise, Q was beginning to question his convictions. Were the Q so perfect? Perhaps they weren’t.

» Posted By Lili On 03.29.2016 @ 8:05 pm


my class is my audience when I have a presentation. I have a audience when I have a cheer competition. when I see the audience I get really nervous. Audiences are there to see you. Audiences like entertainment. the audiences pay money to see something. I love my audience especially if they are there to see me. audiences are people who watch you and support you for whatever you are doing. Audiences are awesome. I love audiences. I don’t know what else to write about audiences. Okay I think my time is up. im still going about audiences. This is really weird.

» Posted By Lili On 02.25.2015 @ 11:22 am


The kids were in the auditorium sweating up a storm, waiting for the principal to take the mic. Just earlier that week, the senior class took part in the 38th annual pre-graduation prank day. But, they did what no other class had done before.

» Posted By Lili On 01.27.2015 @ 5:00 am


i don’t like to study, I never know if what i study is important or not. Most of the time, it’s not, I come to the exam and there’s is no question about what I study

» Posted By lili On 01.23.2015 @ 2:07 pm


it was dark night, sky was starry. In my eyes, more beautiful than ever before. I felt like I could stare at it forever. Without getting bored. I didn’t want it to dawn. Ever. I just wanted him to be there, with me.

» Posted By Lili On 08.22.2014 @ 9:59 am


Movie reviews often come secondary when a rating comes into picture. A movie could have exceptional reviews, but one toss at the ratings on IMDb, could pretty much ruin it’s chances. I’ve often found my opinions

» Posted By Lili On 05.03.2013 @ 3:31 pm


That’s all he could think about. He had a plan. He knew where and when it would go down. The parking lot, on 5th street. He’d pretend he was homeless. But would he have the guts? Could he do it? He had to. Her life was/is on the line, and he couldn’t risk it.

» Posted By Lili On 02.02.2013 @ 5:03 pm



» Posted By Lili On 12.08.2012 @ 12:02 pm


pumpkins are not square

» Posted By Lili On 11.23.2012 @ 2:05 pm

I’ve never had to try before to make myself not like someone. What am I doing with my life? Why won’t anyone help me. Hello? Am I a square? Is that why no one likes me? I guess so..

» Posted By Lili On 11.23.2012 @ 1:59 pm


I was late to school that day. The rain was pouring heavily and I had to tell her. I had to tell her how I felt. How yesterday I was drunk and I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to break her heart. I just love her so much I couldn’t see her go through another heartbreak with another loser again. like me.

» Posted By lili On 11.22.2012 @ 8:46 pm


I flex my foot. Nothing happens. I flex my hand. It moves a little. What happened? If you told me to flex my foot or hand yesterday, I’d be able to no problem. It’s your fault I am in the state I am. All because you dared me to jump.

» Posted By Lili On 09.07.2012 @ 3:54 pm


Side by side they walk down the street. Hand in hand they know no defeat. As long as they are together, they know they will make it through whatever life throws them. They will survive the hardships, and welcome the joys. They will know happiness because they are together, side by side, for all eternity.

» Posted By Lili On 08.23.2012 @ 3:50 pm


Half of what we see is based on our perception of reality. What is real and what is fake? Half the people we meet are either real and mean what they say. Others are on the fence.

» Posted By Lili On 08.22.2012 @ 5:04 pm


Gum is the best thing, it always helps me when I’m stress. My teacher told me that I should chew gum while I was doing a test, and since I used to get very nervous about maths test, that was a great advice for me.

I still used it sometimes

» Posted By lili On 07.25.2012 @ 10:10 pm


One word? I choose “love”. I have experienced love many times in my quarter-lifetime. Family, friends, relationships. Each and every one has brought me great joy, as each and every one has brought me greast sadness. Love is a feeling, something we cannot see but something we all believe in.

» Posted By Lili On 07.09.2012 @ 11:36 am


I realized today that words flow unhindered from the lips of the world. Humans have become reliant on the constant ebb and flow of conversation. Its presence in our lives has etched in the intricate delicacies of our society’s architecture.

I can only dream the simplicities of a silent day. A glimpse into the freedom of -unetched- architecture. A day where the world stands silent, even if for only the briefest of moments.

Mouths poised, frozen between syllables, in unspoken words.

» Posted By Lili On 05.29.2012 @ 6:54 pm


A situation has arisen, hypothetically, in which I am unsure of the purpose of my being. Who once existed for the press of lips and the sweet smell of a person no longer holds ground in this world.
I listen to the fan whirring as it pushes air into my box of a room. Paintbrushes and articles of clothing littered haphazardly across the floor. Its dark here but for the light from my alarm clock and the never ending brightness of this sleeping city. I never did understand people who slept with the light on.
Perhaps it is time for me to move on from here. Its not as though I have much to hold me back.
Part of my thinks that maybe I will miss the spiders living in my ceiling beams, the messy personalization of this briefly thought out floor plan, and the long shards of broken glass that define my windowed walls.
Regardless, I believe that the holes in those windows might have also become the way they are to give me the chance to climb out of them and I would never want to miss such an open invitation to a potentially wonderful change of pace.
I suppose that isn’t much of a dilemma at all because I know exactly where I’m going.

» Posted By Lili On 05.28.2012 @ 11:16 pm


Over time you watch yourself transform. From one manifestation of who you are into another. Each different, better? Its hard to tell. Are you going in the right direction? Are you going towards yourself? Or somewhere else…
I can feel my skin pressing against my muscles and bones. I can taste my own blood in my mouth. I can acknowledge all the reality of myself. I cannot, however, determine if who I am is who I am or if its just the person that everyone else has molded me to be.
Its hard to be free of such expectations. Its hard to find the right combination of self. The combination that doesn’t make the skin on your neck crawl as another’s eyes skitter across you, quietly in-taking all the information on who you are…because if who you are is who you are than it shouldn’t matter.
Just really though.. How is one supposed to know if the person that they think they are really is the person they are?

» Posted By Lili On 05.27.2012 @ 9:20 pm


I feel like an insect.
Every day starts out the same.
My routine, my tasks that need to be done.

As I swerve my way through the crowd no one notices.
No one cares.
No one wonders aloud;
What is that girl doing today?

People who I would think would talk to me,
brush right by.
Familiars. Unfamiliars.
Faces don’t mean anything anymore, you’re all strangers regardless at this point.

I don’t get to have a favorite color or food. No one asks. I have no opinions of my own…None that matter.

I don’t get to do anything on these lonely nights I spend typing to myself.
Words that maybe five strangers will read and think…gosh that applies to me.
Do they ever consider the writer? Maybe it applies to the writer too.
Maybe someone else is sitting where you are sitting.

I feel crushed. I can no longer rely on what was once so important to me.

Like an ant without a colony, I belong nowhere.

In time I will find myself wasting to nothing.

» Posted By Lili On 05.14.2012 @ 9:48 pm


Luggage. That’s all there really is, y’know? You can’t walk around life without at least one small bag of it. Your own personal weight. Maybe it isn’t the weight of the world, maybe some days you exaggerate how much it weighs you down…but other days you do all you can to hide it. You tuck it so far out of your mind that you think, for once… its really gone. Of course it isn’t, it never will be. Its permanent and it can only grow larger. Heavier.

Pshh, this old thing? What are you talking about? I’ve had it for so long I can barely remember that its there. Its like a scar so faded people don’t believe you had it, but you know. You subconsciously trace your fingers along its edges all day long. Reliving the incident in your subconscious.

People will believe you. They can’t judge the weight, they are lacking perspective that isn’t their own. Everybody else’ luggage looks the same. You can’t pass it over and have them hold it. Its not a physical thing like a book or a charm hung around your neck. Its tied to your heart and it pulls it down through your stomach if you let it.
Sometimes you don’t have a choice on that matter.

There will be days when you wake up and you truly believe that it is gone. That you’re fucking free. Finally. Finally you can sit up and hold a conversation like everybody else. You can pretend that nothing bothers you.

I know, Its eating away at your soul. It will be till the day you die.

If you think about, its probably one of the worst afflictions a person can have. Then again, everyone has it.

Some days you think it might just tear you in half. It might just plummet right through you destroying everything in its path. Who will you be then? When you disappear within it? This thing, so simple, that you lug around everywhere with you.

Can you let it go? Can you break free from your own personal jail cell. A constant reminder that maybe you -aren’t- good enough, strong enough, pretty enough. Maybe, you never will be. Maybe…probably.

Let me take a look at your luggage. Let me try to judge it. Let me lift what you lift for a moment. Its only fair trade if you hold mine while I hold yours. Isn’t it?

» Posted By Lili On 05.11.2012 @ 10:26 pm


the method of letter by means of special signs and whole series of reductions, that gives the possibility to rapidly write the spoken language

» Posted By Lili On 05.09.2012 @ 12:28 am


I quickly adopt a smile to hide the sour look my face begins to fall into. I lick my lips and look nervously around the room. I count the people. I count them again. I’m thinking about things that no one else here could or will ever know about. In a room full of people, living in a different world, I am still alone.
I lick my lips again, tasting the salt on them, I let them part and I breath in deeply.
My eyes are closed but I can taste and hear and feel the sea. It pulls me towards it.
Somewhere, someone makes a sudden sharp noise.
My eyes flash open. I am here again. In this place that I shouldn’t be.
I lick my lips. I taste the sea.

» Posted By Lili On 02.09.2012 @ 7:09 pm


I am nothing more then me,
nothing more then who I am
and what Ive been
and what Ill always be.

You are nothing more then you,
Nothing more then what you say,
how you act,
the things you do.

Together there is we,
acting, being, doing, seeing.
A togetherness or oneness,
can’t you see?

The freedom of decisions,
A choice that is our own,
Liberty to make a right,
or perhaps to make a wrong.

Tender indecisions make me
laugh, so nervous.
You and I together,
make my hopes ambitious.

This is what my life is,
Words that dont make sense.
I know but one thing truly,
My love indeed; intense.

» Posted By Lili On 01.19.2012 @ 4:02 pm

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