pull shapes

life is maze
& love is a riddle

blank page, stuck for words. maybe i shouldn't have selected creative writing as my breadth subject after all. but then again these are the mistakes we i must make.

live and let eat i always say.

whats wrong with me. uni is starting on monday, maybe thats why.

i love getting emails. (: to you, thanks for understanding. and for the record, i have no problem understanding you at all. though the Caucasians at your university might, i certainly do not. maybe we are both retarded. kidding. i love you.

i don't think i was the same person who left malaysia over a year ago. it's like shedding old skin in return for a newer albeit may not be better one. to 2009, i say bring it on.

EMBRACE, that's my philosophy from now on (:

man i really am full of crap.

walk on by

this fire you ignited
good bad and undecided

Q: what do you call a French man in flip flops?

A: Phillepe Phillop

i actually think this is quite genius.

okaybye.

the show

im just a little girl
caught in the middle

pictures are my way of speaking (: snippets of fond memories.

this is me, blessed with the best of both worlds. cheers (:

toothpaste kisses

and with every step together
we just keep on getting better

i think, i may be addicted to vacuuming.
i had a vague dream about it the other night.

i don't really have much to say. i just felt like writing. this post will be is extremely redundant.

also, i cleaned the top of the fridge. just saying.

sometimes i think things would look a little bit better if we all looked at the world like this. top down.

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also, Victoria bushfire victims are in desperate need of prayer. so please.

thank you.

au naturale

im looking at you
and my heart loves the view

so the temperature(it took me four tries to get the spelling right, i right clicked it in the end. oh am gee) was suppose to be 20degrees today, but it felt like 30.

ive been extremely proactive since coming back, which is very unlike me. my room is organized and dust free, i think even jue would approve. my pictures on the wall are nicely arranged and my room, for once, is neat. and clean. except for the bed but that doesnt count.

ive drank approximately 50 cups of water.

ive even gone the extra mile and started cleaning the kitchen tables and vacuumed the apartment. all in one day.

one day.

if you ask me, not that you did, i'd say it was a manisfastation of homesickness presenting itself in an odd way. my hands and feet are always itching to do something, move around. well, it was.

i guess when you've left behind something as great as my summer, you'd be homesick too. but it's okay, the memories untainted will sustain me, for now.

im very much looking forward to seeing my girls again though (: wt's laugh alone should be enough to drag me out of my slump.

in the meantime, im going to find something else to clean.

i never liked goodbyes.

CRACK, it breaks

should i give up
or should i just keep chasing pavements

ten days left.

honestly, i have not had enough. is it selfish of me to want more? maybe. then again, when are we ever satisfied with what we've already been given? hardly ever.

ten days left. that's all ive got. im going to make it count.