不了解

除了生气，
就是不了解。

亿万个不明白。
他妈的生气得要我命。

不想正面冲突，
但真的搞不清楚。

交待大概会要了你的命，
这样想也许会舒服多。

One ugly weekend

I dread the weekend.
But then again, only one weekend to dread wat.
Then it's holidays! =))
And outings, and trips, and birthdays!




Still, I dread the weekend.
Arrgh.

dun sweat

Today is workout day!
More like "I wanna eat more tat's why I'm exercising" day. Lol

Still, yoga is back in business.
Gotta practice more if I wan to take over more classes.
Arrgh. Need cash.
Have to re-train to be fit for classes.

Ahh. Good start! =))


Tedious but worth it.


See my smile after me yoga session?
Btw, Need to do sumthing abt my teeth. Hmm.


back to studies now. Exoh.

boobies that are not mine

hello people.
i'm supposed to be studying.
too bad.
counselling is killing me.

blogging helps release stress, no? :p

Shena's Bday.
Babe turns 22 this year.

before the nite starts.


hands off. get yr own. =)


My one and only purply.


I was a good girl and I drank according to my limits. Lol lol.


The chocolate, the yellow, the half chocolate yellow. =)


Hello boobies! *wave wave*

Ending this post with a pic of us girls.


The bday gal was too busy to snap any pics with us.
Sadly. =(

All in all, I had fun.
Can't wait for next Friday. =))

Till then, toodles.

p/s: I did not make out with the couch.

Greatest weakness

I'm not here. Not today. Not now.
Flu is here.
Mood swings are still here.

I'm not feeling well.

The worst thing?
I need you. like very very badly

grow up

I wanna grow up.
I wanna stop caring.
I wanna stop whining over small matters.

I wanna stop complicating matters.
I wanna stop looking from a small hole.
I wanna see the bigger picture.

I wanna see the future.
I wanna see the people.
I wanna see their hearts.

I wanna live like I think I could.
I wanna leave when I think I should.

For now,
I wanna stop thinking.

i hate this part right here

Eyes of ocean.
Sink within them.
They tell a story of anguish, of love, of betrayal, of forgiveness.
Of mistrust, of impulsivity, of love again.
The waves bring whispers,
of unfair-ness.
I soar, yet my feet touches the water.
Blades, or perhaps icicles.
The only difference present was that the former stays, the latter vanishes after the murder.
You killed me with an icicle.
Perfect murder.

I hate it.
Repetition. Going round in bushes.
Hide and seek.
Dun tel me its part of the game.

I'm tired of it.