Craving for you =(

all the best in your finals =)

木木小屋

pretty, sweet & crazy! =D

appreciate y'all to bits! =)

Jase Tea House

Congratulations for your scholarship!
all the best =)

Kushi Cafe

Clement, Happy Belated 18th Birthday!
you are legal now =p

all the best in your spm =)

It makes all the DIFFERENCE, because i am a GIRL.

Walao

mom told her students that i am quite an active blogger. on the contrary, i am not *smack on the forehead* i dont think she knows all the contents and poor english, too. my blog is macabre sometimes, especially recently. so yeah, i dont welcome new (actually, most) readers, cause i reckon my image's gonna plummet right down the ravine. but, i dont think i'll restrict it to invited readers only anyway (or maybe not yet?). so well, fine. go ahead, read, judge, whatever you like. cause no matter how much you know via my blog, you'd only know me superficially (that's why i didnt quit blogging).

gist: my uncle's magnificent garden & cute puppies =)

I HATE THAT I PROCRASTINATE SO SEVERELY >< HELP!!!

Happy Halloween

when i first started blogging, i seriously thought it would be just a space for me to recount my bliss. but no, i realize i really need to express more than just my joy sometimes, cause i am no stoic. i dont want to be known but i guess, conveyance eases the predicament more than suppression does. i realize the gloom of my blog recently - i have so much to lament and comment. so i give everything a seconds thought, and realize it could have been me being problematic. no, somehow, i was almost sure that, i am the issue. i reckon, sometimes, people know me more than i myself do. they remark me playfully, but seriously, are they really just joking. i couldnt help pondering. i have been unpleasant, in loads of ways, in loads of circumstances. but i subconsciously denied all my misbehaving. i am not what people think sometimes, i am not even what i myself deem. i am a blend of everything, if you realize. you cant call me nice, nor can you call me evil, cause i am neither. how do you tell me me when there seem to be so many me in me? do you get me? i dont care. sometimes i am exhausted of reaching out. how am i supposed to know who should and can i trust, or not. and what should and shouldnt i do. how do i tell if someone really likes me, there are seriously no definite signs to tell, or are there. i am tired of smiling at times, esp at times like this. i am not as stupid as to not know who loathe me. why. what is there to be begrudged of a person like me. why do you only approach and commend me when you need my help, or is it that i am oversensitive. most of the time, i am optimistic, but everybody has a threshold. i am not a phone booth, not yours. i am sorry to be complicated, i just thought at least one of you know me well enough to not put me off. or am i that unfathomable, or too unreasonably expectant. i dunno whats wrong with me, i just feel excruciatingly worn out. i dunno is it my or your problem now. i cant blame you, cause i have invariably been a difficulty myself. i cant expect you to know how to cope with me when i myself dont even know how to handle a person like me sometimes. nothing could be exact about me, the way nothing could be precise about the universe. i really wonder if your smile is sincere, or merely for the sake of courtesy. maybe i think too much, but i could not not think, cause every now and then, its my way of tracing the trails i left behind to seek my flair and flaw. and i apprehend how flawed i am. i am tired of pointing at others for things i cant accept. apparently, its my problem. but i was too egoistic to admit my self-righteousness. i feel distorted. i have been a rotten apple, after all. i dunno who can truly accept me when they fully discover the mr hyde in me. i care, though i always appear like i dont. the mirror doesnt reflect my insides. i need someone who can comprehend and brace me, but i am afraid to be understood.

the one who can breach my defense is the one who i would love and fear the most.

Cherry

you had been a great company, thanks a load. sorry about your struggle, you had been a great fighter. rest in peace, love.

The so-called Educational Visit LOL

he'd kill me but, oh well, who asks him to be so hilarious & cute? xD

Cherry

everytime i approach her, my heart thuds fiercely, and i silently pray and sob: dont die, dont die, dont die. she's so strong, she holds on for days. at least, she waits till we're back. she's still fighting, but we know the ending better. i was the one who wanted to keep a dog at the first place, but i was never close to my dogs, yet i always cry the hardest. i find myself ironic and disgusting. i am so afraid, cause there'll be this one time, when my prayer is gonna fail me, and i gonna find her perfectly still. this is heart-breaking. how much longer can she hold on? cant He spare her more time with us? i've lost one once, i dont want a second.