Believe it or not, the name given to me by my japanese mother and italian father is Mark Zero, so bear with it. Things you guys should know about me that i found very useless: . . . . . . . . I'm a Fine Arts (paintings major) and Music student(unclassified major), a despicable lead guitarist/vocalist on a surprisingly unknown band, unlicensed photographer, senseless blogger, illegal musician, soccer player. . . . . . . . Even if i only just weight 60kg (18 years old, 182cm). I have unimaginable appetite, i eat more often than i see my parents (travellers). - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *The person who's talking above is in heaven now. i'm his bestfriend, the current person managing this and i don't OWN this blog, nor i don't have the rights to follow or unfollow anyone here, hope we could get along SCM Music Player - seamless music for your Website, Wordpress, Tumblr, Blogger.

It’s Nadine again

I’m in Babbu’s blog again.
Honestly, I just feel so lonely right now. I suddenly thought about him. It’s almost Christmas and it hurts to say that my stupid memory won’t remember what we did last Christmas. I hate it. I miss him so much and I just feel so lonely not talking to a Mark Zero. A very very very funny, naughty, awkward Mark Zero.

It’s like, I don’t even know what to do anymore whenever I think about him…I get crazy sometimes to think that he’s gone because sometimes it feels like we’re just not talking to each other. Like it’s just a normal day without talking to him but I know deep in my heart that he’s there; playing his music, doing random things with Tita Bes, taking photos, but he really isn’t. He’s gone. But it’s all a big blur to me, I still can’t face the truth sometimes. The truth’s a big slap in the face that just shocks me everytime.

I’m just so lonely right now, because by this usual time, Mark Zero’s the only person I can talk to. 

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