a million excuses i can give you for the lack of update. but none would be enough. that is just so un-me, and i agree. let's just take it as something that i want. im busy with building me up. internet just seem like a waste of time.
would you look at that?
i am strong enough, heee.
all good thing come in threes for me.
bahasa melayu saya semakin bagus sekali. and why is that? (should be said with a chuckle). i have lots of pictures to share but internet-time has been reduced to mere minutes now. constrain and restrain is the motto of the year. that and 'fuck it' (should be said with indignance and a hardclenched fist).
the advice would be to look forward, not behind your shoulder.
if i sound too optimistic, stop me. because that would be a lie.
believe you me, im getting over myself and pushing like no one has ever. smell of freshness, like newly opened plastic, or rainy mornings, or crisp yellow full moons (or warm hugs!).
skeptic me is gone for awhile, if only. sometimes it's hard to believe whatever is said. or done. in all seriousness; we've never achieved that. it comes and goes. it still does. looking forward to and making the heart beat faster are two very separate things, dont you agree. ahhh, but in the name of charging forward, everything's acceptable.
count now, 2 Vs 5 Vs 2. are we keeping track, or shall we make this into a weekly contest? arent we just dears, haha.
oh well. if it isnt for finding what happiness is all about.
and then hoping we'll get married.
erm, okay. stop there.
sidetrack: dont forget mr jamie the sheep, balls.