*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.
>br>
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Thursday, February 17, 2011 @ 5:32 AM
A 'goodnight!' with no reply.A question with no answer. Can anyone be more rude? And who am I kidding? Why am I doing this? What do I want more? These are the questions I've been asking myself today. What the hell am I doing? Why am I acting so strangely? Why do I miss missing the missing one? Why do I always look at my room's door with a funny feeling... as if he is still on the other side? Why? It's Chinese Valentine's today. Do I need to feel this way everytime I hear the word, 'Valentine'? I have no Valentine, and that's it. I don't know why I'm acting so strangely today, I'm scaring myself. ;( Anyways, I'm too tired to be thinking nonsensical stuffs. I've been sad for too long... I keep telling myself and talking myself into senses, but I always end up like this. Failure. By the way, on another bitchy note, my parcels are not here, YET! DENG... Labels: ex, footprints |