Blog.

Don't feel like keeping this place alive anymore.

D8

Facebook and Twitter... That's all I guess.
Enough to stalk hocc and P!nk, whom I realised is on Twitter too. :D

Cool.

Maybe a photo blog when I'm free to bring the camera out and get shots.
(Sorry for leaving you in the dry cabinet.)

Dreamt of you last night, again.
You called, I answered. We make awesome friends, don't we?

Your voice really matters...
But I get this feeling that I won't hear much of it directed to me.

I dreamt of hocc the night before, giving me a private performance. :D
Ahhhhhhh. :D

I've quite a lot to say about life now, actually. About junior colleges versus secondary schools, how the people differ so much when we are still the same inside.

It's just that... I'm too sick of trying.
To be the same, or different, I'm not sure.


Credits to marchingstars.

Sometimes we all judge one by the exterior.
Actually, beneath it is someone different.

I feel that she's like that. She may have been involved in scandals and has tattoos and piercings, things we associate with the naughty side, but deep down, she's probably cleaner than the rest of showbiz.