Just sent my PBJs for another soak because I felt that I wasn't wearing them because they were stretched out too much in the waist. Could take them off without unbuttoning! Hahaha. So hopefully after the warm soak they would fit better and I would wear them more. Such nice jeans. Oh, and as I was rinsing them out, the water seemed so dirty but actually it was the black dye! Hahaha. I should so get back to studying... :(

Sorry dear.

Hi dear. I am posting this in hopes that you would forgive me for treating you so badly. I know that right now, you are bruised, dented, scraped and hurting. I just want you to know that I did not do all that intentionally and I am really very, very sorry. Take today's incident for example. I really did not injure you on purpose, although it may seem that way. I really didn't mean to push you against the wall and scrape you so badly. I am so ashamed that I did what I did just now. But don't worry, I hope to set things right soon. Hopefully.. I am really sorry, Honeybee.

Round

What if something that you wanted to let die, suddenly came back with a vengeance and you are caught up in the vortex? It seems as if everytime you want to let go of something, it has a way of coming back and hitting you harder than ever. Like a boomerang; you throw it away and it comes spinning back to you. Like a jack in the box; you push it down and out it pops. Round and round and round it goes, where and when it stops, nobody knows.

Entertainment

So, Diana Rosa Iskandar is so bored that she asked me to entertain her. And she 'allowed' me to use her name on my blog (which is such a great honor! :P) and this is what she wanted me to write. Now, this is copied wholesale, no edits from our MSN conversation... :P

Diana's going boink boink boink! says:
later you blog about me ahhh, become as famous as xia xue and dawn mann!
Diana's going boink boink boink! says:
HAHAHHA
Diana's going boink boink boink! says:
idiotsss
Diana's going boink boink boink! says:
ehhhh blog about meee lehhh
Diana's going boink boink boink! says:
i tell you what to typeee okay!
Diana's going boink boink boink! says:
hahah!@
Germy Wermy loves to K.I.S.S.. (Keep It Simple, Silly.) All is vanity and grasping at the wind. says:
what?
Diana's going boink boink boink! says:
'Diana is a very nice girl. very sweeet, very considerate, very cute! everyone loves her alot, and she's very popular. i'm sooooo lucky and fortunate that she want to be my friend!"
Diana's going boink boink boink! says:
HAHAHHAHAHA

Okay... So Diana, this post is for you! Hahaha. Entertained now? :)

Happy birthday to me.

This is a unprecedented event!!! I am blogging in class and at 9 plus in the morning! So why am I blogging so early in the morning? That's because Honeybee is injured again! I am becoming so careless with her. So, for those of you who don't know, I like to park close to pillars so that I have loads of space at the other side. Anyway, I was parking when I scraped my right side (again) wing mirror against the pillar. That's not all, of course. Something worse has to happen on your birthday... The casing for the side mirror dropped out!!! And there's another mark on Honeybee. :'( Good thing I managed to fix it back, though it's a little loose. :( So, 'happy' birthday to me...

The Forever Loner

The Forever Loner stands at the corner of the street,
watching people going places, with faces to meet.
Bustling, bustling, they all pass him by,
who would care if he lives or if he dies?
The roads, streets and paths he must take alone,
the steps he takes are no one else's but his own.
His hands can only take hold onto air and nothing more,
no one to walk with him through gates, arches and doors.
The stars above his head drip light so cold,
nothing comes out of his heart but a dark, dark flow.
To the whole world he puts on a front, a facade,
close to his chest he holds and plays his cards.
The Forever Loner walks along the street,
watching people going places, with faces to meet.
Bustling, bustling they walk alongside and pass,
not caring if he is ashes, or if he is dust.

Moving on.

When your heart has been set free, it's a liberating kind of feeling. When you know that you know that you know that it is time to move on and that you are able to, it's time to celebrate. You know that moving on is not going to be easy but at the same time, you can't wait for what the future holds in store for you. You realise that somethings are just not meant to be. And it is not necessarily a bad thing. The stings will lessen in intensity with time and soon, it'll be but a distant memory. No more, this is it. I decide that it is over. Starting now.