Biography

My name is CHELENE.
One year older on every June 29th!
Seventeen, NgeeAnn Poly
I'm in love&obsessed with BOOKS
& I'm Addicted to ANIMES

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Sweetdesires

Did I hear someone say "chocolate"?

Polaroid Bag
Long, Cute, Pretty Socks!
New wallet/Pouch
Slippers/Sandals
More clothes!
-J.A Saare Book: #1 Dead Undead Or Somewhere In Between.Book #2 The Renfield Syndrome.Book #3 The Ripple Effect.
-Lucy Grealy: Autobiography of a Face
-Amanda Hocking: Ascend. Torn. Switched. Wake.
Cecilia Ahern: Ps, i love you.
-Lauren Kate: Fallen. Torment. Passion. Fallen in love. Rapture.
-Sherrilyn Kenyon: The League Series; Born of Night. Born of Fire. Born of Ice. Born of Shadows. Born of Silence. Born of Fury. Cloak&Silence.
-Sherry Soule: Disenchanted.
-Kendare Blake: Anna dressed in blood.
-The Wanted CDs
-FT Island CDs

Mediabox

"If we live our life in fear,
I'll wait a thousand years
Just to see you smile again "

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Meet the people I love♥

Alvin Soh
Eileen.L
Jiawen
Ubaidah
Yuri
Babbling About Books
Shi Hui
Jeremy
Jieni
Jieying

Pastentries

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Creditorials

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Friday

I cannot be your sunlight.

You gave yourself willingly to darkness when you called me your rising sun.

The sun, dear, awakens each morning and adds something wonderful to the sky for short moments. It is a gardener that plants roses upon the horizon, and a seamstress with gold twine that outlines the white cotton of clouds. It shines brilliantly upon its throne, resting and relishing in the sight of the Earth doused yellow with its light. And when night yawns and opens its eyes, the sun relinquishes its reign for that of its moon and sleeps beneath the horizon.

You placed me in the center of your universe, and my soul corroded with mauve - the color of a jagged scar that mars a faltering heart.

What you forgot about suns, dear, is that they are impermanent. I cannot shine forever, and there are spots on my soul that mar it with darkened hues. I can exist for you brilliantly for a short while - I will warm your heart and soothe away the shadows of night with tender fingers. I will catch your tears and keep them in the rain clouds, and I will hold those clouds together before they fall. I will love you forever with every ounce of my being, and I will sear you into my soul.

But darling, I will, eventually, rest beneath the horizon, and though the moon will shine, it will be but a mirror of my light - it will have cooled and dimmed, and those silver hands will be but mere ghosts that cannot soothe you, cannot hold you, cannot reach you. Time will claim me from your skies and you will have naught but nighttime to cast shadows on your sorrow.

I will expire, dear, because even the sun is an exploding star.