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Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Appearances @ 1:00 AM

Smile like a little girl down at the stream.
Chuckle like the wind.
Sway and move as gently as the trees.
Soft as sand; sail in the seas.
I ate and ate and binged like a pig.


LOL.
FAT FAT liao.

Alright. USS Grand opening coming out. Supposed to not talk about costume and all. but i hope to take a few pictures here and there. :) Anyway, I wanted to lose weight but i kept binging recently perhaps of bad mood, perhaps tiredness/boredom/ lack of sleep. I really have no idea.

haha. Naughty me.
Some times i feel that certain things happen not because i wanted to, but the consequences of my own actions. And some times i pray to God to understand the things he had directed my life to.
But some times perhaps i have been not attentive enough to listen.

Some times i ought to stay down a little. I feel. But the non-existence feeling like i always have thought is the best for me some times. Is starting. There were days where i think about if i died what consequences will there be.

Will i be forgotten? Will people talk about me? if so how? and what incidents will they relate me to? hahah. I Should stop thinking about it already.

FAT FAT SUIE. GOTTA GO FOR REHEARSALS ALREADY. FEELIG GUILTYYYYYYYYY. NEED TO WORK OUT MORE. GG. :I

Leaving. :)


When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.