*anonymity.
Whispers
naked.
tell me, what do you see?
i see lies, deception, and manipulation.
The Writer
the ironic water-bearer.
the gem. the life.
the one and only... miss A.
Watchers
Almiekat Ally Alias
Fatehah Nooraini
Fiza Bani
The Sister
Pok Xiang Yan
anonymity for life.
- the wishlist -
the lottery
the historical trip
a big king size bed
a great guy and ...
an accidental new love.
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Sunday, February 27, 2011 @ 4:28 AM
OKLah. If you don't squat down, you can never really notice that scratchmark. Dad asked me about the car today.. and I lied. I told him everything's fine when everything's NOT fine. Anyways, I reckon he'll make a big fuss over a small matter like this... so it's best to keep my mouth shut about it. Life has been pretty bored and mundane lately. It's like there's no more excitement in my life... I wouldn't consider going to hospital as an excitement but I do try to instill some excitement in it. And life has been pretty much like a routine. BST, lectures, home. BST, lectures, home. That vicious cycle. But I should be glad that I actually have spare time like right now. When I'm a houseman, I can kiss spare time goodbye. Heard too many laments from the housemen it gave me the jitters to be one myself. Aiks. Anyways, time to stop reading words in the cyber world and focus more on the printed ones. Byes~~~ - Little Miss A Labels: footprints |