Damn I love some candy

I can't believe this picture is still here. :)

I miss those times.

My life is so fucked up.

I am sitting here thinking about all those things people in their right mind would never think of.

I hate feeling all twisted up inside and the whole incident recurring again.

Can't take it. One person can only be mangled up so many times.

It feels like my insides are churning, and rolling around.

Like a flash of lights so intense you can't see which colour is it.

Bright colourful lights. Another thing of the past.

I probably am not making much sense of myself.

I feel betrayed all of a sudden.

Pretending isn't much of an option anymore.

When I see these faces, it burns a hole in me.

And how am I suppose to act like everything is so simple and uncomplicated?

I'm thinking I'm thinking.

Must be the stress.

I don't know.

I'm all muddled up. How am I suppose to know.

Our love was one that even fairytale characters would be jealous

Love the "insert coin" part.

Google had Pacman theme today.

Me love pacman. :)

Leftovers for you to drool over. :)

Behind the scenes of a girl doing make-up

Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep

I don't know whats right anymore.

Sometimes when I think that everything will be alright, it's not.

I'm just lying to myself.

I thought things were going so smoothly.

Everything was right in their place.

The world finally came to its senses or something, for me at least.

I know its selfish of me.

But with all the whirlwind events happening around me, I'm lost in my own surroundings.

I suddenly feel lost in everything that once felt so familiar to me.

I feel all broken up inside. All torned and bloody and messed up.

Blaring up the music, trying to numb out everything.

Trying to hard to find some place to escape.

Some form of sanctuary to rest my weary head.

I slept a dreamless sleep, doused in unconsciousness and rage.

And then when I wake up, everything comes back to me all at once.

Like being thrown at a thousand times.

The present comes rushing to me at a kind of ghostly speed.

I've never felt so fearful and frightened.

So greatly lost in darkness, and bright lights.

Consumed by fear, joy, and rage all at once.

yes, its this irate feeling that conquers the rest.

And I miss the old times, the part where everything was just a dull grey.

A sudden blur and constant moving time.

Although I am a thousand times grateful to finally be here, I just want to turn back time.

At least just for a while.

Until I feel better again.

My friends are all so far away and distant.

So caught up in their own lives.

I could feel lonely then. But I'll try.

Kuchi kuchi ho ta leh

Just came back from college for Bollywood Night.

Am dead tired.

Will post up stuff tomorrow when I get them. :)

the veil between love and hate is thinning

Insane day at masjid India.

Board bus to kelana jaya station and then LRT to Masjid Jamek.

Saw Michele and Lembu waiting there already.

Went to call for a taxi to Masjid India, but they refused us.

Actually, Masjid India was next to the LRT station. -_-

Walked about and bought pretty sparkling bangles. :)

Walked further up to "tudung wonderland" to find the henna shop.

We finally located a smal indian mall in a sea of tudung shops.

Went up in glee and was disappointed by the price she gave us.

it was friggin expensive!

The con woman must have earned about RM140 today.

mean !

But we just did it anyway. Or else we came all the way for nothing.

And here are pretty pictures to further illustrate my boring post.

jen nee smeared her henna and mine. Hahaa.

It was a funny scene. We were all screaming like mad for her to stay away.

Poor Justin. her shirt ended up being mugged by Jen Nee and Sabrina's henna.

Sorry for the lack of enthusiasm.

I am dead tired on my feet.

Until tomorrow!

To hear those words upon frozen lips

Another zapped up day at college again. :)

I dreamt of you again yesterday. I can't think why.

Until now, I am still trying to comprehend our somewhat complicated relationship.

Have you those moments where you feel bold enough to do anything, until the very last moment you're suppose to carry out the task, you did not.

I have my fair share of those moments.

There were times I felt like crying all night, and let it all out.

To relieve myself of the impending pain.

Was this our ending after all this time?

To be that small fictional character, where you walk in and then out of the pages.

Where your story will never astound the crowd.

Just a player who lights a candle behind the dark curtains.

I wondered so often, have you felt the same as I have?

And everytime I want to ask, there would be this girl who shows up in your life.

And every word I want to hear from you goes to her instead.

I don't think there would be anyone else in this world who would be the same as you have been to me. :)

And Yes, I miss you so.