damn i dno wad's the problem wif mi... i ought to b self-sufficient n b happy wif the way things r alr.. it's so not the right time but i still hope to progress one more step further..
anihow.. i dont feel miself dese days.. im plunging into an ever so pondering state... but im slping well eating well living well thou..
i shared sumthing to dem.. it's like at dis pointa time.. i jus felt like.. if i told others.. dey wld mock mi.. dey wld laff at mi despite being mi frens.. or make a mt out of a molehill n yaa.. i guess i was rite.. as in.. i veri happy dat i told dem lah.. den dey were super encouraging n raised mi self-esteem n boosted mi highly deflated ego..
i went out wif mi favourite person today（：the hours were well-spent=D

seriously la.. sum pple jus cannot kip secrets.. n dey cannot kip their mouths zipped.. even if it's not a secret.. sumtimes it's human nature to have that basic sense of instinct or intellect to know that certain things cannot be publicised to the whole world.. n not dat i wna question.. but i wonder wad's their motive in doing all dese..
it makes mi feel damn sick lah dat i dont wna noe n jus dont wna tok to dem sumtimes...
jealousy is wad i hate the most..i tried n dis is wad i get..
i wont try animore.. cos im tired n sick of it.. cont'd playing dat foolish n silly game on ur own...

sumtimes i tell miself notta care..
cos wen i care.. i noe too much
but den again.. if i dint care
i wouldn noe the good things frens cld do to u as well like boosting ur ego etc. etc.

let's jus say deres always two sides to a coin

n i dno why.. dark melancholy... the tanned devil refuses to stop clinging on to me.. irritating sia..

i nver bliffed in possessing... cos it onli gives pressure to dat person.. pressure to mi to cont'd kiping dat person in mi possession... i dont like to b treated like a possession either..
even thou we were nver in each other's possession.. but i guess the most impt thing now is at least i noe i noe i possess a place in ur heart.. n so is mine...
actly dat's all dat matters.. even wen things come to an eventual nothingness.. ...