Delete it.

I think I just haven't deleted all the math yet, that's all.

And it's clogging up my head like how hair clogs up a drain and doesn't let any water flow. I always had a problem getting rid of stuff in my head; retain them for life as if it'd do any good. And, wham bam, suddenly out of the blue some darn math equation pops in and blocks everything else that needs to get in.

Don't even know what I'm saying no more.

Puffy eyes and heavy eye bags.

They were gaining land. Or was it it?




No, wait. What was gaining land?

My only mug.

Tigger.

I'm sitting at the dining table doing work and Ida's standing opposite me, my mug in her hand (probably clearing after me), casually disturbing Tigger as swats back at her hands in annoyance. Suddenly a sick ceramic sound rings and my favourite giant mug's wobbling on the edge of the table... Thank Goodness Ida caught it in time.

Tigger, Goddamnit, break my Tigger Mug and I'll break your neck.

Something to look forward to.

Your words always touch my heart, you know...





Gets tears rolling down my cheeks even.

God knows why.

I realised other than typing "you" or "please don't get me wrong"...

I don't quite address my audience. I don't type "guess what, you all?" or "it's because... Remember last time when...?". Don't get me wrong - I don't find directly addressing the audience on blogs wrong but it's just purely an observation. I guess I don't expect readers around here. And even if I do know of people who do read my blogs, I don't expect them to be loyal patrons really...

People get too busy with their lives to care about others - that's a known fact, not quite an observation.

Three months later.

Realising the photo-count's probably below ten...

May it was misjudgement, maybe. But not a mistake, definitely. An important friendship lost, maybe. A great friend lost, definitely. And, I may want to take back what was done and all that has happened. But I can't, and that's pretty definite. When'll you ever listen, and not just hear, me say I'm really sorry.

Oh yes. Definitely, Maybe's showing at one...

Nature or nurture?

Mummy once said it's due to my impression since young that I lack love from the family...

She might blame herself for being too busy for me. I inferred from her words that she's got a theory that that is why I turn to you for attention, that I crave for love. Well, if only I could tell Mummy that I may be young but I don't lack that much sense. That I may have made mistakes she knows nothing of, and in fact have learnt from them. And matured, in one way or another...

If I only needed affection and attention, I could love someone else. But you're a total different matter; a blessing, I'm definite.

Bless my soul.

This phone needs to be on silent mode.




I'm studying; so, please.

A dream is a wish your heart makes...

Here's a little wish-list just for the heck of it:

1) A baby blue/pink Karakiri
2) Forget Me Not ring by Kiel Mead (view: http://www.kielmead.com/)
3) Retainer jewelry by Kiel Mead
4) OctopusMe ear rings (view: http://www.etsy.com/ real octopus tentacles casted in sterling silver)
5) Classic Disney DVDs (e.g. Beauty and The Beast, Pinocchio, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Little Mermaid, Mulan, Pocohontas, The Lion King, The Jungle Book, Lady and the Tramp etc.)
6) Sim Theme Park
7) Blossom Pendant (view: http://www.rockettoro.com/)

So much more that I just can't think of at the moment. Oh well.

Keep me alive.

Let me feel the touch of something else but paper.

I wanna feel human again. I wanna quit feeling so lifeless, so empty. I wanna feel human again. I wanna feel the warm emotions I used to be capable of feeling. Let me be held, let me hold someone, someone human, someone real. Let me hold and touch something other than paper. Let me be full again, let me feel alive...

But, please don't let the days to pass...

I think I'm hungry.

'Cause my tummy feels empty...

Kellie Pickler - Best Days Of Your Life

'Cause I'll be there in the back of your mind,
From the day we met to you making me cry.
And it's just too bad.
You've already had the best days,
The best days of your life.

Ain't it a shame,
A shame that every time you hear my name
Brought up in a casual conversation
You can't think straight?
Ain't it sad you can't forget about what we had?
Take a look at her, and do you like what you see
or do you wish it was me?

'Cause I'll be there in the back of your mind,
From the day we met to the very last night.
And it's just too bad.
You've already had the best days,
The best days of your life.

Does she know, know about the times you used to hold me,
Wrap me in your arms,
And how you told me I'd be the only one?
Heard about (yeah, someone told me)
Once when you were out she went a little crazy,
Ran her mouth about me.
Ain't jealousy funny?

'Cause I'll be there in the back of your mind,
From the day we met to the very last night.
And it's just too bad.
You've already had the best days,
The best days of your

Life with me was a fairy tale love.
I was head-over-heels 'til you threw away us.
And it's just too bad.
You've already had the best days,
The best days of your life.

I heard you're gonna get married,
Have a nice little family,
Live out my dreams with someone new.
But I've been told that a cheater is always a cheater,
And I've got my pride
And she's got you.

'Cause I'll be there in the back of your mind,
From the day we met to you making me cry.
And it's just too bad.
You've already had the best days,
The best days of your life.

Of your life.
Yeah
You're gonna think of me.
You're gonna think of me.
Of your life.
Of your life.
It's a shame.
It's a shame.

But I ate a whole curry puff just now...