connection was down last week
& so has my mood been drop-dead down.
thus i found a darker place to write in regularly
but blogger does it for me still. 'll continue to update.
depiction of frustration.
if you can see what i see...
hardly in any form to crack efficient nor lame jokes.
i can't even bring myself to smile now.
everyone has their bad days, today's mine.
or rather the cumulation of past events
have given me ultimate string of suxor days.
thankfully i headed over to Causeway Pt earlier on
for retail therapy with Ivy twinny. it is a big deal
else i'd be mopping home alone facing white walls,
lying on the bed having bouts of flashbacks &
occasional tear ducts squeezing themselves out.
so we had a uber duper slow-paced dinner.
me shelling my 3 big prawns carefully
her eating deer meat at 1 bite per minute. true!
talked a lot everything under the sun.
feels good to have her, somewhere i need not hide.
emotional/angry/depressed/happy/retarded/fugly
she's seen all sides of me as i have of her... :)
today was the depressed-until-retarded one.
babe's permed her hair its curly & fun to play with!
hahahaha anyways tell you what we did.
cheap thrill of lingeries as our therapy :)
&& yes it made me a whole lot happier than before.
took visuals with the lao pok cam phone.
i'm not allowed to post them though, until further notice!
that ends my day on a surviving note. :)
three smileys :) no more three wilted roses.
thanks twinny. i love you and your hair.
***
7 months lovely enough to me, yet
is it due time for signs of boredom & loss of affections?
is it due time for a permanent full-stop?
is it due time for a leeway of not caring anymore?
why can't relationships give me the same sweet love
on the first day till the very end.
other visuals might or might not be up.
all i want to show the world at this moment is,
finally a picture-perfect.
"you & me, circle of our devotion."
i've always wished, secretly or knowingly whichever.
but i've always wished tht our picture-perfect
might one day have its own happy ending.
a happy ending like this.
taken at Suntec, anniversary with Mister P.
after these doubts & changes & broken faith,
can we will we would we?
this detached turmoil is killing me from inside.
thus i found a darker place to write in regularly
but blogger does it for me still. 'll continue to update.
depiction of frustration.if you can see what i see...
hardly in any form to crack efficient nor lame jokes.
i can't even bring myself to smile now.
everyone has their bad days, today's mine.
or rather the cumulation of past events
have given me ultimate string of suxor days.
thankfully i headed over to Causeway Pt earlier on
for retail therapy with Ivy twinny. it is a big deal
else i'd be mopping home alone facing white walls,
lying on the bed having bouts of flashbacks &
occasional tear ducts squeezing themselves out.
so we had a uber duper slow-paced dinner.
me shelling my 3 big prawns carefully
her eating deer meat at 1 bite per minute. true!
talked a lot everything under the sun.
feels good to have her, somewhere i need not hide.
emotional/angry/depressed/happy/retarded/fugly
she's seen all sides of me as i have of her... :)
today was the depressed-until-retarded one.
babe's permed her hair its curly & fun to play with!
hahahaha anyways tell you what we did.
cheap thrill of lingeries as our therapy :)
&& yes it made me a whole lot happier than before.
took visuals with the lao pok cam phone.
i'm not allowed to post them though, until further notice!
that ends my day on a surviving note. :)three smileys :) no more three wilted roses.
thanks twinny. i love you and your hair.
***
7 months lovely enough to me, yet
is it due time for signs of boredom & loss of affections?
is it due time for a permanent full-stop?
is it due time for a leeway of not caring anymore?
why can't relationships give me the same sweet love
on the first day till the very end.
other visuals might or might not be up.
all i want to show the world at this moment is,
finally a picture-perfect.
"you & me, circle of our devotion."i've always wished, secretly or knowingly whichever.
but i've always wished tht our picture-perfect
might one day have its own happy ending.
a happy ending like this.
taken at Suntec, anniversary with Mister P.after these doubts & changes & broken faith,
can we will we would we?
this detached turmoil is killing me from inside.
