Bloomsbury.

I can't wait for next SAT.
We shall make it a regular session.
hyahyaaaa

Move on.

We did, seriously.
Comparing to others...






We're working ( somehow or another ),
been in and out of r/s,
we trusted, got betrayed somehow,
and now we know what to do,
what is in front of us in
the near future,
We're prepared.
and
Sat night couldn't be any better.

There were a few shots with only
like 1/16 segment of me in it because
i couldn't gauge the angle i hafta hold.
bwahhaaaaa


anyways, last shot's CANDID eh?




I hope you guys didn't go biting on your dogs
or sleep in the toilet when you're home!
Thanks for the hug :)
I needed that.

C

I feel like im gradually losing myself.
Do i have to keep lying?
And then hide?




I miss you so bloody much,
I'm afraid I'll lose my cool
the next time i see you,
and the thought
that we're going to be together for
the 24hours probably chatting
in some quiet corner,
or maybe just gazing
at the moon,
is just fantastic.




I love to watch you sleep,
its just kinda amazing.




I won't have much chances anyway,
Might as well make full use of it.

I'll choose to see your face elated, full of joy and gleeful.

When you talked to me today,
I was so captivated by your looks I don't even
dare to look at your face.
I must have appeared very introverted this few days.
But its just to you.






Blimey! So what did i even
hope for your r/s to be ruined at all?
Fuck.




Am i playing prude?
I hope I'm not.




Knowing your somewhere right now,
on your overseas call,
overjoyed with just listening to your love,
makes me feel happy for you.
And at some point I'm jealous of your love,
who's gets all your attention,
and every bit of you.




As much as I want you,
I don't want to keep you by my side if
I'm not what you want.




I hate cliche so so much,
but then realizing that
the cliche 'shit' that i used to hate,
are the ones that means something, and everything.




They say I'm dumb.
Well, Its okay.

ALRIGHT!

I know its dumb, a love that's never gonna reciprocate.
So why bother thinking bout it anymore?
move on come on move on.
D.O.T.A


And die of total addiction.

3 series.

I know, all along I've been thinking too much.
What's wrong with that?
It's the least I can do
to keep myself from not going emo.
With that I can put up a facade again, like always.

Sakerinha, my favorite drink for now.
Good Friday.

I wanna see your smile that you tried
so hard to hide.
but you couldn't.
your hazel brown eyes,
that's sucking every living soul in me.

how bright the moon was yesterday.
how bright it was.

OH MY .

HAHA!

Never meant to belong.

I can finally play this piece..
Got so deep in thoughts i don't even know i was tearing
to this.
okay laugh at me.




zzz

Years like An Eon, how many phases have we went through? Got so sick and tired that we just gave up.

Meetup soon bel!






unlucky, aren't we?

You've got to hide it away.

I yearn to bellow, scream and squall
audibly and conspicuously.
Whilst i can't, i might just text.
















And then it will take ages to reach to you for
i wonder how many reams and reams it would be.









Or maybe i can just plop it into a box,
bind it, canvas it, seal it, paint it then finally
giving it to you , dashing away like death's call.

How about putting it on paper!
Though ill prolly be using papers redundantly for
there is just too freaking much to write.

Writing it into a song might be a great idea,
but i don't wana turn out like Antonio Vivaldi,
with my music turning into some cliche crap
that's too widely used!
(p.s. though Antonio is still awesome!)

But i guess you speculated it.
I can't do it.
For if i'm doing that,
I won't be blogging here.

Nothing will progress.
Like always.
I'm living with it, haven't i been?