playalley has officially now become sleepalley.

new space up. ask and be nice. maybe i will say.

finally our change is here! j's fixie will be done next week. and then both of us will be spending our time cycling. woo hoo, cant wait. they have been pretty persistent about asking me to get a fixie too, but being a super klutz i am, i bet i will be falling all over the place in those non-brakes bikes. on the safer side, better not. i don't want ( Read more... )

lunch at the soup spoon with the girls was fabulous. We exchanged our 'how did you know i've always wanted that' tradition gifts w each other. Better still, we choose the same designs and pay for it together. Our kinda traditions. I totally missed out our xmas brunch at swisshotel. so want to kill myself. love you wqy and aisy to bits. and with ( Read more... )

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the boy and i slpt our way through our morning classes and then all the way through our afternoon classes as well. oh boy, we need to buy a hell lots of discipline ( Read more... )

change is a funny thing. We never are quite sure what we are becoming or why. Then one day we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got that way. One thing about change remains constant- it is always painful. And the understanding that radical change could come in a heartbeat.

As suddenly as it begins, it ends.

checked my mail today. it just hit me so badly that i will never get another mail from her ever again. my mailbox is flooded with her mails. what do i do now? where do i go now? what can i do?

There's no one in town I know ( Read more... )

Too much. Too much. This pain is too much for me to store. Too soon. Too soon. How could it be so soon for us to part? Too late. Too late. Too late to try to be a better friend. Too young. Too young. What happened to having the whole life ahead of you? Fucking Shit. Fucking Shit. Fucking Shit. Holy Shit ( Read more... )

getting to sleep is a torture. your body is screaming that you need sleep, your eyes are sore from all the crying but you just cant get your mind off things and you then couldnt stop crying. you cannot help but think, she will be gone forever. she will be remembered, but she will be out of your life forever. you don't get to talk to her, you don't ( Read more... )