Dainty Diva
Monday, November 13, 2006
Dun wish to talk, dun wish to think.. all i wanted to do is hide in my own space with my soft toys, let me drift away from these cruel datelines that i got to meet.. I wan those smoothing music.. i wan my own space.. i need a comforting hug, to smell the familiar scent of him..
All these are not happening.. coz i can even dreamt of finance SML line in my dreams... crappp.. thats how crap it is..
From time to time, i need to pinch myself, to make sure i'm alive, to make sure i can breathe thru the stacks of books covering me..
--- Conversation between my dad and me ----
dad: If i know u will study until like that, i rather you go to work.
me: Now is already too late.
Dad: hai.. see u so study until so cham, but why you still gain weight?
Me: coz your daughter has been eating books.
Dad: is better than u eating air in future.
Very very constructive... thank you dad... but it is not funnie.. but suddenly, i got the feeling of crying.. i'm self-pitying myself again... Pms.. it muz be.. PMS...
i'm feeling really really down... juz stay away...
