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I cant remember when was the last time i felt so painful.

Cold

I want to run away.
From home.
From reality.
From all misery.
And flee.

I need to cry.
I need to talk.
But, weak.
Too weak.

Trusting only myself.
Me, my heart.
Icy cold.
Defensive.

SUNDAE. OR MCFLURRY?

Woke up to hints of loss.
Greeted with reminiscence of last night's mare.
Wondered what was yesterday.
What is tomorrow.
Take me and chance upon.

It's a desire, this bad.
Improvements.
Time doesn't wait.
And I am not yet anywhere.
Like, victory of the not enough.
Sounds familiar?
Ha.


Sundae Pie!
(星期天）

LAST DAY WORKING AS A BILLABONG FLYER GIRL!:)
Had great fun working with all the lovely people!
But, I went with my half subsided fever. D:

Big hat!

Lovely colleague! CH'ng !


Having my interview tmr.
Hope I will feel alot better.
Thanks all for those kind 'get well soon' wishes.
Appreciate it!

Just before I slam down and collapse,



HOT With fever,
J

Splats on the grey.

How i look with hues splattered on grey.

星期五：high fever. Was in bed the whole day.
星期六：doctor and pills ): met sam and jane.



Jane got a pair quite nice but not my type of shoes. But its nice uh. She doesnt want her 'look at te fatty ' pic here, so... Her feet!

Samariak:

ALL THE SHOES I LIKE, DONT HAVE MY SHOE SIZE. MAJOR SIAN. AND I MEANT LIKE, at least 7 pairs of shoes. Fucking high interest to get shoes right now.

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Sometimes, i need someone.
Somehow.