I've got pictures still yet to be uploaded!
Attended Ling's POP.
Bet he'll nvr forgot that very day.
I believe what goes around comes around.
I believe everything happens for a reason.
I believe all u need is time to heal.
I believe no matter what happens life still have to go on.
People change so u can learn to let go.
People leave and people come.
People wrong doings occur so that u could appreciate when they are right.
People lie so that u learn to trust no one, but yourself.
People live and people die.
What is love actually.....
Maybe Im still too young to understand whats the real meaning of it.
But not to say I've gone through many ups n downs with love.
Believe that love had made a great impact on all of us, GIRLS especially.
How many people had eventually turned to beast?
Sometimes you just dont understand... and maybe u jus dont understand at all....
Love is the scars on your knees.
It scars your heart and your soul as well.
The left over food in the refrigarator?
The pain u felt and inflict.
The sweet nothingness whuch flutters from ur lover's mouth.
The birds chirping in the morning.
A half-complete cigarette.
Diet coke which fizzles on your tongue.
The colourful rainbow like cupcakes.
The battered package u recieved.
The sound of the wind escaping through a small gap in ur window.
The chipped red varnish on ur fingernails.
Your precious musical box.
Your very first pair of shoes.
The scent of ur damp hair.
The music playing on and on.
The bugglebum stuck under the desk.
The night you waited for ur tooth fairy to come.
The kisses u blow.
The clothes u wear.
6am morning jog.
The clock strikes 12.
Your sensitive teeth.
The tingly feeling you get when u get touched.
The tangles on ur hair.
Sleepless nights.
Undeserve success and recognition.
Telling lies and not getting caught.
Blacking out from consuming too much alcohol.
Pain over excessive dancing.
Being desired by multiple parties.
Watching the ppl ard u.
Watching ppl fucking up ard u.
Screaming out of ur window in the night.
Flaming ur lover's ex.
Make-up sex.
smudged eye liner and mascara.
Disheveled hair and smeared lipstick.
Little children.
Silence.
Trees, Flowers.
Photosynthesis.
Growth.
Development.
Love is YOU. I and a careless mixture of everything we worry about every now and then
