I am officially nuts. Like ever imagine suie sitting in front of the computer screen like every day for at least seven hours? That's like suie working in an office cubicle. That's like @#$%^&*.
Period. How am i suppose to concentrate when my eyes are tired already? :(
Many things like always, run through my mind. I cried.
Some times, all i wanted was for some one to listen, then again i didn't want to talk.
HOW.
I need time, i need focus. I need myself to abide. I need to well management.
What am i doing.
Love suie.
P/s I know there are countable people there for me to love. Yet i am finding someone to love, isnt that plainly ironic?
When whispers no longer survive;
Happy.
Because there's you and me.
Misfit in living
Little notes
Kiki.Suie.
I am the millionth person living in one.
Complicate simplicity and naive over complexity.
Heart boys with small eyes and thin wide smile.
a. Book Thief
b. The alchemist
c. All new Tales edited by Neil Gaiman and Al sarrantonio - Stories
d. LBD (Sex lies and online dating! A date in your diary! Not another Bad date)