cadburyslove

Of all the insecurities, the flaws or any other shortcomings, i am content.
(:

 http://lookslikegooddesign.com/comic-matthew-m-laskowski/


i like being on my own now.
its nice.

Learn mandarin; conversational
Start religious classes; from the beginning
Exercise; my thighs shldnt touch the other
Practice driving; esp parking & MUST DRIVE SAFELY
Save $$$; thailand, japan/korea, china
Save $$$; post-production school
Kill lizards; esp the bloody noisy ones
Contribute; paperhearstmedia, volunteer or sth

ok dah.

sometimes i forget how blessed i am, to future me, please start repenting now. 
(:

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i want someone to manja with. a cat will do(:

too many pictures =D

Before Marriage - - -



He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.

She: Do you want me to leave?

He: NO! Don't even think about it.

She: Do you love me?

He: Of course! Over and over!

She: Have you ever cheated on me?

He: NO! Why are you even asking?

She: Will you kiss me?

He: Every chance I get!

She: Will you hit me?

He: Are you crazy! I'm not that kind of person!

She: Can I trust you?

He: Yes.

She: Darling!



After marriage - - - simply read from bottom to top.

For most of the time, I can spout nonsense at 90 km/h, just stop listening and see me lip sync, like now. But to me its surely much harder to speak my mind out or heart for that matter. Sometimes I just blame the mental block, too frequent mindless bitching, the crying, the occasional smoking,  disrupting my brain, hence the speech. Any reasons should suffice as long as I don't have to pour my heart out to you. Having a boyfriend doesn't make anything easier, I love you? Yup I sure do!  Why do we always argue? Hmmm.

I like to believe I'm the most educated minah around. But for goodness sake, even eyebrow-less secondary school girls can express themselves better than I do. So what if I'm a fucking pisces, a sensitive, expressive, emotional water creature, I sure hell can't express myself. Things with Faziz hasn't been smooth lately, instead of talking things out, here I am, trying to keep myself sane and him? Writing a song. Please. Save. Me. PLEASE. 

What I'm trying to say, if theres any speech bubbles on me, get yourself some tissue and help me wipe the scribblings away. I still suck at doing this. akjbcaiudbcluiasdyvbc

oh dengue. i dread.
that is if i had this stupid fever for weeks.
stupid rashes. stupid mucus, phlegm and family.

but anyways.

to dearest project manager, nad,

I LOVE YOU THE MOST OF ALL THE PROJECT MANAGERS I EVER HAD IN THE WORLD!
i'd swear by the trees i have/had been used, i will, pass the stuff as soon as i can look at my computer screen long enough and not be nauseous. i still cant figure out how to use the damn adobe indesign thingy and of course my great friend of mine, dreamweaver, is a pain in the ass. ill msg you when ive sent it. please pray for my recovery.

regards,
your sick e-curatist.

Bear with me, yes?

Isnt she oh so gorgeous. Goodness. I WANT THOSE EYES!  She looks so rare. Ok altho shes a lil twiggy like, but then again. AIYA. So preeeeeetty! ((:


















&& take a look!

"Feel the Machine" -The chalets
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M4vzkifWVw&eurl=

ive got a nice boyfriend.
i get paid to take pictures every wkend.
im actually healthy and shed some pounds. period.
i actually did my portfolio hw except for 3D cause tt fucking software wont work with me.
ive got plans for countdown.
theres still tons and tons of film ive yet to use.
too many keropoks in my kitchen.
i finally went swimming.


i can swallow with ease.
ive got shaz.
my brother's bicycle is still in the store.
i know how to swear.
school is starting soon.
i love the weather.

and i still dont know why i feel so pathetic.

'Cause I am hanging on every word you say and,
Even if you don't want to speak tonight,
that's alright, alright with me.
'Cause I want nothing more than
to sit outside Heaven's door
and listen to you breathing,

..is where I want to be.