Lost inspirations;

He allowed himself a weak smile as he watched her sleep, light snores emitting from her mouth. Her legs were very indecently positioned, and her flaming red mass of curls were like unwanted twigs growing out of her scalp. She looked a mess. After so long, at least some things remain the same.

It was raining lightly outside, the sky not too dark, not too bright. It fitted his mood perfectly. He pulled out a chair and sat down beside her bed, deciding to stay for just a moment more.

Is this the girl he fell in love with, so many years ago?

His mind went into an automatic flashback mode, and scenes that happened for the past few years started rolling like a movie; a movie where they were the stars, and their lives were the plot.

They were living separate lives. Lives that could've went on perfectly well even without that other person. But somehow they held on to each other, like a kid holding on to his favourite fighting figure.

The more you hold things tight, the more they slip away.

It's not like he changed, or she changed.

Sometimes people just... move on.

He ran a finger across her features, lingering for a bit when he touched her lips.

When was the last time they kissed?

For the umpteenth time that week, he wondered what it would feel like to kiss her again.

He stood up from his chair, and leaned closer towards her face, his eyes on her lips.

Closer... closer... closer... He paused, when their lips were just a breath away.

It only took a moment of hesitation.

He took a different route, and pressed a kiss to her forehead instead.

"I'm sorry. You'll understand some day." He murmured, knowing full well that she would never understand.

Two hours later, a birthday girl woke up and found pieces of her broken heart lying on the ground.

There was a note, and the faint scent of a past lover.

"My gift will probably be the best one for the both of us.

Your freedom.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.

But good things never last long.

Sorry we couldn't last longer.

Happy birthday, dearie."

In memory of Wyatt (and Bobo);

The feeling of watching a living thing die in front of you.

I know it now.

Now I feel bad for all the goldfishes I've overfed and may have bullied when I was a kid.

Even the tiniest life matters.

--

Exams sooooooon! Must. Survive. Must. Survive.

I'm wishing for a white christmas;

Dear you,

Scrape off that bad feeling you claim to have.
Nothing bad is going to happen.
Not when you're around to watch what's going on.
I know you mean every word you say.
Just know that I mean every word I say, too.
I love you; and I'll only love you, more and more each day. You mean the world to me, do you know that?
Nothing is going to change... Unless we're talking about the better changes.
For now, just sit back and let our hearts take flight.
We'll be reaching the same destination, won't we?
p/s: Destination = Love. HAHAHAHAHA.
Thank you so much for everything you've done.
You don't know how much it means to me. =)

First time blogging. =)

Calling for Ms. Soon Li Lin:

Lu nampak apa yg sngt familiar-looking x? =)

Hehe. Thank youuuuuu bao bei!

Smiling gets tiring;

Only work in a PC fair if you're prepared to lose your voice, your ability to feel your legs, and a lot of your dignity.
Thank you babydaddy. Duck rice was the greatest food I've had the entire day.
Whyyy laa whyyy.

Nobody said it was easy;

I had on that cape, and I tried to fly.

Newsflash:

I'm not a superwoman.

When was the last time I really laughed?

I have the best friends in the world.
For that, I'm eternally grateful.
They make me happy; and in more ways than one,
I'm nothing without them.

Yet I can't reach the light.
I see it, ever so often,
But I can never touch it.

What an infuriating feeling.
I think... I need you. More than you can possible imagine.
Please don't leave. Not just yet.
Lead me home. Please.

Please don't turn white

please don't turn white
please don't turn white.

ily;

Do you see what I see?

p/s: fishdaddy, we go buy big big big big big aquarium tomorrow, okay? =)
I wish I could tell you all that I'm thinking. They aren't always bad. Aren't always too much. Aren't always too negative. But they're always about you.
Even the biggest aquarium in the world wouldn't be enough to fit my heart.

Eeesh;

The worst feeling in the world (for me. Right now.) is to crave for something so fattening (like waffles) and not be able to get it.

Oh, what agony. What pain.

Replay;

I hate that feeling of losing something that matters so much to me.

Writing used to be my passion, my hobby, part of my daily routine.

I hate losing touch of the ability to cook up something relatively close to readable.Do you know what it feels like? You sit in front of the computer and start typing, deleting, typing, deleting, and typing all over again, only to come up with nothing good. If I were to be writing and all these documents were pieces of paper, I'd have a mountain of scrunched up trash surrounding me now.

Writing used to be my best form of emotional release.

Now I've lost it. I've lost it, for real.

Words can't cry for me anymore.

Aaah!

So, so, sooo unprepared.

I need a miracle.

Luck!


04:03 p.m.

I'm a lucky girl. =)

I love you Ravi, sir. I really do.
(But no, Qian, if you're ever gonna read this, I ain't gonna snatch him from you. Hahahahaha.)

It starts with R;

So... I've been a lazy blogger lately. =)

1. Joining in the craze of 2012, since everyone's talking about it.
   
   Finally went to watch it! With V1, Gab, Egg, Kelvin.
   Loved the movie!
   Straining our neck from second row's view was pretty worth it.
   
   
2. Watched the Time Traveller's Wife with V1!
   
   Have been looking forward to it since God knows when. Loved it when it was just a book.
   Love it more when it's a movie. =)
   A tear-jerking tale, I promise you this.
   
   
3. Spent RM 79 (and more) on a stupid coat and formal wear just because Ravi made it a requirement for us to 'dress like lawyers' to class.
   
   Ouch.
   
   
4. So... I'm running out of things to talk about. Uhm.Ahem. I believe this series of pictures (excluding the last one, which was inserted there to fill up the empty space) proves how important a pair of good spectacles/contact lenses are to a person.
   
   Hor, Cha Veewan Phatthayaphan? =D
   
   
5. Hungry people.
   U.S Pizza. Tuesday specials.
   Good bargains for students with (almost) empty pockets.
   
   
6. No good caption for this, but I like it here. =)
7. Mid-terms are coming.
   Assignments are loading up.
   And then it's gonna be the finals.
   Short semesters are always somewhat harder to handle.
   
   But meh, I'll tame any storm coming my way.
   
   MUST CONQUER CYBER, ADMIN, AND MALAYSIAN STUDIES! =)
   
   
8. Dear Fishmonger,
   
   It's not gonna be easy, because there're so many situations running at you right now. But it's all gonna be worth it some day when you get everything fixed, and all you have to do is to sit down and watch the fishes dance around in groups. I know you can't find a solution just yet. But you're getting there. I just know it.
   
   Don't give up, fish daddy. Jia youuuu. Okay?
   

Gonna have to buck up and speed up the study progress now. =/

I love you for taking the effort of changing your wallpaper into that (very ugly) picture of me, and then showing it to me at Mori. I know you did it to make me happy. Guess what? It worked. =)

Much love.

Picture Perfect! =D

Mydin Trip
(Grocery/hardware shopping)
10th November, 2009.

Shopping kakis present:



Some serious shopping discussion. Don't mess.


A very focused shopper, you see.
(He was the only one not interested in camwhoring, and kept walking around the place looking for toolboxes and bookracks and double-sided tapes.)
If you noticed, most of our pictures taken together would look something like this.

i.e: Like kids.

So we tried taking one picture where none of us smiled.
i.e: Grumpy kids.

Pow Qian Qian! =)
She was trying to advertise her Seed bag.

Three guesses how that worked out.

Battle of the Housewives.
Act Cute Queen.
I can be such a major seafood sometimes. Hahaha.


Two different styles. One heart.
Che che cheee. HAHAHA.
The magical mirror of body elongation. =D
Love!

p/s: Yeo Mon Wei, hang tengah tunggu niiii.

Makeover!

I won't deny that my room has been in a messy state for a few weeks. Super frustrating, especially when you can no longer find the clothes you wanna wear cause it's hidden underneath another big pile of clothes.

Why wouldn't I clean it?

One answer: Lazy.

But no, it's all gonna change tonight. =)
V1, Gab and I decided to do a room makeover (for my case, a massive cleanup). Some bought fishes (ahem), some bought wardrobe organizers, some bought wet wipes... I think you get the gist.
Team meeting adjourned and mission commenced at 10.15 p.m.

Wonder how my room looks like right now?
(Sorry mummy if you're reading this, I promise my room isn't usually this messy. Really.)
I think. Uhm. Yeah. Ehe. Okay now I'm feeling a bit embarrassed.

It's 10.30 p.m.
Cleaning spree starts now. =)


Camwhore in between! HAHAHA. Made the picture smaller sized cause I look absolutely hideous.

3.42 a.m.:

Chiang chiang chiang chiaaaaang.


Hehe. Really pleased with the outcome. I'm very determined to maintain my room's current state.
We'll see how long this lasts.

I love clean areas.
I really, really, really do.

Switchfoot;

One reason why my readers (if any) would constantly roll their eyes when they read my blog.

Kelvin says I need to start taking care of my hair.
Meeeeeh. =(

Do work things out. I don't want the both of you to get hurt, because I know the both of you deserve to be the happiest couple in the world. You should know how much he care. I'm sure you know how much you love, too. Jia you. Love you. =)
p/s: Dearest bao bei, sometimes you need to look harder. And then you'll see what I'm trying to say. Heh.

Too many rooms in that tiny little heart;

Thank you for sending me a message this morning,
To tell me you're awake, and to check if I'm still sleeping.

Thank you for worrying about my health,
For fetching me to the clinic and making sure I get my arse in the medical room and getting my well-needed check up.

Thank you for driving us around,
Even when you're tired, you're sick, you're not in a good condition.

Thank you for watching a movie with me,
And scaring me at all the right (read: WRONG) moments.

Thank you for putting in an effort,
For trying to make this outing work, just like I wanted to, even if it's with some people you don't know.

Thank you for being you,
For just being here and being my smile-maker.

But I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I can't accept everything I see.
I'm sorry I complain so much.
I'm sorry I can't give you even a little peace.
I'm sorry I can't appreciate things, like I said I would.
I'm sorry I made it end like this.

Oh, so many wishes, so much memories, so little time.

Done.

Life is departing.
It's gonna be a brand new start.=)

First stop?

Lessons to learn.

First lesson?

Quit pushing.

Lines, lines, lines;

I only want to love you, and just you. I'll love you -- not for too long... just this lifetime.

--

It doesn't matter where I go, as long as you're around. Even if it's in a room full of strangers, of people we can only deem as mere acquaintances (or less). Nothing else matters, because I know you're gonna be here with me.

--

Seeing you isn't a responsibility, it's a reward; Touching you isn't forceful, it's a voluntary action; Loving you isn't an obligation, it's a gift. And so whenever I tell you that I miss and love you, I want to hug you, or I want to see you so very badly, I'm just thanking whoever's up there for giving me this chance to meet you.

--

"And I'll always love you."

Trinket;

Sometimes it feels like you say things just to blow me off.

Gah;

All I wanted was a little more time.

All I wanted was a little more fun.

All I wanted was a little more faith.

But no, not this.

I never asked for this.

The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same.

Massage, please please please;

Random picture for a random day.

Back is aching like nobody's business.
Boy, will I grow old fast. =(

No idea what this is;

For so many years, all she did was write him love letters.

Each paper would contain beautiful phrases thought out during long, sleepless nights;
carefully written secrets, poured out to (what she thought was) the right guy for her;
hundred or so (usually so much more) reasons why she loved him, why she loves him, why she would continue to love him.

They were all mirrors to her heart, reflecting that hidden image of herself she never dared to reveal to anyone else, for fear of being rejected.
But oh, she become so bold for him. So much love, so much bravery, so much stupidity.

He knew.
She knew he knew.

Love wasn't a secret, after all.

It didn't matter if she wounded herself along the way, she didn't mind those cuts and bruises he gave her (after all, he must love her enough to hurt her, right?), she didn't mind losing herself just to make him happy.

All that mattered was his happiness.

But somewhere, along the way, she forgot one thing.

She has forgotten the reasons and ways to love herself.

And so she took the plunge and fell into the deep pool of selflessness.

She never resurfaced.

Oh, what a fool.

Big, big girl;

Yeo Mon Wei. =)

Hello, you.

I’m gonna assume that when you’re reading this blog post, you’ve already (at least) celebrated with your friends at the pre-birthday dinner. How did it go, hmm? Did everyone look good? Took a lot of pictures? Had fun?

I hope you did.

It’s the 25th now! Are you excited dear?

I’ve watched you bloom and grow for the past six years. (Hohoho now I feel so motherly with all this talk. Aw my baby’s all grown up!) Look at what a pretty flower you are now!

Happy 19th Birthday darling! Make your three wishes! Quick, quick!

Thank you so much for always being there for me. For being my wake up call, reminding me to wake up from my dreams and be real. For being my favourite ice cream, a wonderful therapy session whenever I’m down or in need of a friend. For being you, a pretty, awesome best friend that will never fail to call me up each time I’m home just for a good old chat.

I love you!

Drop everything for one second. Quit worrying about those stupid assignments, or that bloody test. Go out, shake those hips, and enjoy yourself. You’re given one day off. Utilize it. You deserve a break, too.

And oh. Have more of that cake for me, okay?

(can you tell I'm just inserting random pictures everywhere?)

Mooah.

p/s: I WANT UPDATES.

p.p/s: And yes, I know you love me too. HAHAHA.

Boom boom pow;

It's so unhealthy to be awake at 8.30 in the morning on a HOLIDAY WEEK.

Good thing, though. At least now my biological clock is set. =)

p/s: Do you know what it feels like to be afraid of losing?

I'm holding on so tight right now,

because I'm afraid of letting go.

I don't want to let go. I refuse to let go.

Because I'm darn terrified of losing. You.

Patience, love;

It's 1.49 a.m.

I want nothing more than to cuddle in bed with a good read as my late night snack.
It's a nice feeling, to have your soul being captured by the characters within a few hundred pages, and to get lost in their world, even if it's just for one night.
I look forward to those moments. Moments where I can take a walk in another (fictional) person's shoe.

But I think, tonight, I'm lost within my own tale.
A few hundred pages, still writing on.

How's the plot progressing so far?

A couple of pages back, the main character lost herself.

So now... she's finding her way home.

Add this on to the shopping list, please and thank you;

I suddenly have a wish.

A tiny wish.

I'm pretty sure all the Disney movies and Taylor Swift songs and too much writing brought this on, but I still want it, anyway.

A special dedication. A serenade.
Singing about the moon, the stars, the sun, the pretty rainbow.

You make me swoon, you are my star, you make me shine, you fill my life with endless colours. Sounds a little 'eew', no?
But somehow they don't sound too bad in songs.


No, I find it pretty charming.

(And I'm suddenly craving for it.)

Something cheesy, but not overused. Sweet, but not too tacky. Adorable, but not too childish.

(Maybe I should start looking up 10 Things I Hate About You on Youtube. Heh.)

A song.

By you.

How wonderful life is, when you're in the world.

Temptations;

The more I think about it, the more I'm certain I want it.

But it's so, so, so not within my budget.

Please, anyone?

I'll buy you candies? =D

You make me;

You make me smile like the sun,

fall out of bed,

sing like bird,

dizzy in my head,

spin like a record,

crazy on a Sunday night.

You make me dance like a fool,

forget how to breathe,

shine like gold,

buzz like a bee.

Just the thought of you can drive me wild.

Oh, you make me smile. =)

Oh!

Just remembered three things from when I was a child/pre-teen:

1. I used to write a lot of Oh! in letters.
Eg: How are you? Everything fine? I hope you're fine. Oh! I almost forgot. How is school? Oh! And what is your uniform like? Oh! And mummy said...

I'm serious.

2. I stalked my cousin when she's peeing.

Haha. No it's not as bad as it seems, I promise.

I was in the toilet today when I recalled that when I was a kid, I'd always feel embarrassed for peeing so loudly (you know how it sounds like when the uhm, urine hits the toilet bowl. Very loud.).

But I was hoping that it didn't sound that bad from the outside.

So one time, when my cousin sister (Ping ping jie jie, from my dad's side) was peeing, I pressed my ear to the toilet door, and, after a minute or two, walked out of the room, feeling satisfied that I heard no sound.

I assumed that because her peeing was a silent one (then again, I wasn't sure if she was peeing or not), I concluded that my peeing moments must be silent, too.

3. I can never keep a blog for more than a year (or two)

Exhibit A: http://www.xanga.com/fr3ed0m (HAHAHA SUPER EMBARRASSING SEAFOOD LANGUAGE)

Exhibit B: http://www.jyhling.blogspot.com/ (i think this blog was for pictures or something.)
Exhibit C: http://honeywaffles.blogspot.com/ (joint account with Ye Hui! Used to post so much in that blog, but now all the posts are gone.)

I think there were a few more, but I can't recall the addresses anymore.

Meh, really glad that this blog is over 3 years old now. =)

How many woodpeckers are there in your head?

Have you ever tried waking up to realize that your head's throbbing, your nose's running, your stomach's aching, and you're sweating profusely even though the fan's at full speed?


My advice. Don't try it.

(and Gabe really was that guardian angel);

Lou hunkered down in the darkness, pulling Lucy close to him, and he sat on the carpet hugging his little girl and watched the pooh bear of very little brain chasing a honeypot on the ceiling. It was his moment to tell her now.

"You know that no matter where Daddy is, no matter what's happening in your life, no matter if you're sad or happy or lonely or lost, remember that I'm always there for you. Even if you don't see me, know that I'm in here," he touched her head, "and I'm in here," he touched her heart. "And I'm always looking at you, and I'm always proud of you and of everything you do, and when you sometimes question how I ever felt about you, remember right now, remember me saying that I love you, my sweetheart. Daddy loves you, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," she said sadly. "What about when I'm naughty? Will you love me when I'm naughty?"

"When you're naughty," he thought about it, "remember that Daddy is somewhere always hoping that you'll be the best that you can be."

"But where will you be?"

"If I'm not here, I'll be elsewhere."

"Where is that?"

"It's a secret," he whispered, trying to hold back his tears.

"A secret elsewhere," she whispered back, her warm sweet breath on his face.

"Yeah," he hugged her tight, and tried not to let a sound pass his lips as his tears fell, hot and thick.

Downstairs in the dining room, there wasn't a dry eye in the house as they listened to the conversation in Pud's nursery over the baby intercom. For the Sufferns they were tears of joy because a son, a brother and a husband had finally come back to them.

That night, Lou Suffern made love to his wife, and afterwards held her close to him, rubbing his hands down her silky hair until he drifted away, and even then his fingertips continued to trace the contours of her face: the little turn-up of her nose, her high cheekbones, the tip of her chin, along her jawline then all the way along her hairline, as though he were a blindman seeing her for the first time.

"I'll love you forever," he whispered to her, and she smiled, halfway to her dream world.

---The Gift, Cecelia Ahern.

=)

=> Poopee loves *jyhling* more than anything says:
i ALSO had a haircut (AGAIN) and DYED MY HAIR!
Chuen Loong says:
AHAHA WAT COLOR
=> Poopee loves *jyhling* more than anything says:
i don't know, it's like a mixture of maroon and brown.
Chuen Loong says:
hmm
=> Poopee loves *jyhling* more than anything says:
but it's redder than brown.
Chuen Loong says:
so its broon?
=> Poopee loves *jyhling* more than anything says:
...
=> Poopee loves *jyhling* more than anything says:
yes. broon.

And then we went on teasing each other about being the cootie boy/girl; and then to meeting each other in heaven (except the other's gonna be in hell.); and then to old friendster testimonials about santa claus and presents.

... The kind of conversation high school mates have.

What happened to our promise?

One too many 如果没有你's;

His hands felt so cold, so distant.

She struggled and reached out for his hold. He flinched and moved away. She looked up at the lights, reminding herself to be strong. Don’t back down, you fool. Be strong.

“We were a mistake.” He said simply, his bored tone laced with absolute nonchalance.

“What?”

“We shouldn’t have gotten together in the first place.” He turned around and looked at her in the eyes for the first time, his gaze strong and firm. No mercy.

“But why?” Her voice was shaking, and she made sure that her grip on him was tighter. She had to let him know that she isn’t a mistake. Love isn’t a mistake.

He sighed, but made no response.

She rested her head on his shoulders, trying to convince herself that his shoulders didn’t tense up to her touch. No, she must be imagining things.

“I don’t regret us, you know.” She murmured softly into his shirt. “Do you… regret us?”

No. No. Please say no.

Silence.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into a long embrace, and watched quietly as she let her tears fall.

“I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, to her cheeks, to her lips.

She wanted to hold on, but his hands felt so cold, so distant.

He pressed a thumb to her cheek in a smooth motion, wiping away her tears for the very last time.

He smiled, “You’ll be alright.”

And then he walked past the door, off the building, out of her life.

His smell, his touch, that familiar smile. Gone with the wind.

I've never regretted us. Even if I'm given a chance to do it over, I wouldn't hesitate to love you again. Even if you think it's a mistake.

No more little actions. No more little actions. No more little actions.
What am I supposed to do to be forgiven noowwww?

Long, long night;

She rolled around in bed, waiting for sleep to embrace her, waiting for some sort of imaginary music to lull her into sweet, sweet slumber.

None came.

It was tormenting, that process of wanting to fall asleep. Wanting to stay in dreams instead of living in the real world. Wanting to escape.

But it happened. Slowly; eventually.

But it wasn't what she was looking for.

The entire night she was followed by endless nightmares: Unhappy dreams about her education, her friends, her life, him.

Ah, the reason why she wanted to needed to fall asleep in the first place.

She woke up after a while, and prayed for things to be alright.

It was the same old routine again: A silent prayer, a sharp intake of breath, and then she'd start fumbling around for the phone... Only to collapse back on her bed in disappointment

Same old routine paired with the same old answer.

Nothing's alright.

She fluttered her eyes shut and willed for tears not to fall, and then, for dreamland to catch her once more.

Some things you just can't take;

Am I really that much worth hating?

Escapade;

Lin, V1, Qian and I did a lot of things in JB.

1. Had awesome Japanese Buffet @ Shogun.
   
   Where we:
   i) Celebrated Li Lin's dad's friend(also known as Uncle Yeoh)'s birthday;
   ii) Embarassed ourselves so badly that we self-banned ourselves from JB's Shogun from now on. =D
   
   Pictures!

Dai lou and dai sou.

Dai lou and dai sou... and intruder (with a shoe).

Meet uncle Soon: Self-proclaimed William So. Meet Aunty Soon. =)

Aunty Soon doing a grumpy expression. HAHAHA.

Lin and V1.

2. Had really, really good dim sum at night.

3. Went to Danga Bay.

Once.

And rode on this... thing.
(Note: VERY GOOD way to shed some excess lipid.)

Revolution of man.

Twice. =)

Gorgeous sunset.

Shadows! =)
I remember there was this one time back in first sem when all the pictures we took were based on shadows.

Their 'must-have' shot with Danga Bay's merry-go-round.

Ahem. Soon Li Lin's man. =)

Had a super act cute shot with Qian. Somehow she ended up looking sexy instead.

And then we thought: Hey, why not switch roles?

... Fail. Fail. FAAAAAIILL.

The two taller ladies in the group. Do not attempt standing next to them when they're in heels.
Result is pretty saddening.

=) Lovebirds. Me like.

Also witnessed a wedding shoot by the sea. I wish them eternal happiness. =)

4. Went to hugeee Jusco @ Tebrau City.

... The kind of pictures we take, when we could've taken some better, more decent-looking pictures. Why la why.

Qian and her dream dress. =)

Can you tell that they're sisters now? HAHAHA.

The closest thing to sexy I can get.

Ahem. Very... appalling. =/

5. Went to City Square.

Walked around. Ate rice-based hamburger. Watched this Korean movie about man-eating boars (Chaw).

6. ALSO went to the Zon(e?). Chocolates, chocolates, chocolateeesss.

7. Bought a new purse! =) =) =)

8. Dyed V1's hair.

9. Temaned Qian to Yuwei's house so she could visit her 卤蛋 (... this woman and her food names.).
10. Bought DVDs
the day Qian left so we could stay at home and start our own movie marathon.

Watched He's Just Not That Into You; G-Force; Bring It On: Fight to the Finish; The Orphan.

=) And oh, me!

Am not in good terms with my fringe. But meh, it'll grow. =)

Loved and thoroughly enjoyed those few days with them.

Can't wait for more. =)

Much love.

Sweet;

I love sunsets.

I love them.

=)

Can't say my heart isn't shattering.

Two more weeks!

Blogging from Lin's place;

Spent the past few days in JB,

Aimed for 1000 pictures but ahem. Failed.

But oh, what are pictures when you have a brain for memories? =)

Much love.

Every. Stinking. Holiday.

NG LI MAY WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUU.

Give me a minute;

I don't want this to end.

I... don't want this... to end.

I. Don't. Want. This. To. End.

Why can't happy things last for once?

Seoul Garden;

HAHAHAHA.
Still dare to change my wallpaper or not my babies? XP

=);

07.10.09

Found a miracle maker that could take me through the rain.

Like a crystal, only stronger.

I'm grateful.

Long short long short long;

The world isn't always fair.


Live with it.

Rushing;

I have a feeling that I failed my Malaysian Legal Systems I, and I'm a bit worried about my next three papers.

I have a feeling that I'll be retaking subjects, and I'm really, reaaally dreading the arrival of that day.

Oh, look! What a good reason to post a picture of myself!


=D
Sigh. Why la whyyy.



p/s: YEO MON WEI I'M WAITING FOR YOUUUUU.