another one bites the dust
all of them claimed that they like to write, but this isn't the job they like because they can't write what they like.
how ironic.
i guess this is not the job for everyone.
all of them claimed that they like to write, but this isn't the job they like because they can't write what they like.
how ironic.
i guess this is not the job for everyone.
i still remember. i do.
i was . i am . i think i will . still.
do you?
before i get too old and forgot about everything else.
the hobbyist
you don't have to understand what am i talking about, am just using the blogspot entry as a notepad. bwahhahah
things that make me happy are like grains of sand, so little, so slippery and sometimes unnoticeable.
but i know i can be happy by counting the blessings, one by one, bit by bit. irregardless of how significant the incident can be.
am a lucky girl, i just know that.
The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence;
else who could bear it?!!!?
ELSE WHO COULD BEAR IT?!!!!??
ELSE WHO COULD BEAR IT?!!!!!???!??!!?
i miss my dog. =(
when can i go home?
I survived, but it is not the end of april yet, omg!
by the way, i've found another cool song. This is my current favourite.
i think i will not survive through april.
i don't even think i will be alive when april hits.
if i don't, i hope you guys will still remember me for who i am.
eeeeekkkkkk...
i should stop playing PSP and organise the pictures i took 10 thousand years ago
OMG, the games are so addictive.
i don't have the heart to let her know that i do not have the loyalty she deemed i have.