fatty.

fat.fat.fat.

okay.
i'm seriously fat.
it's obvious.
duhh~

i hate this.
i love staying at home.
but i hate being forced eating rice.
huhu

few more weeks.
then off to JB.
like seriously??
i still missed my flat screen+astro.
my own room.
my pillows.
my refrigerator.
and i'm obviously cannot bring my big teddy to JB ayte?
wut will they say then?? :(

IMGLAD will be on June.
so dat means??
wut people??
WORLD CUP!!
stupid me.

another one.
i hope i didnt missed Eclipse like i have to miss the world cup.
plz3..
pray so dat i can watch movies on weekends there.
huhuhu

belle.
iela.
biela.
nabilah.
wuteva names u have.
focus plz?
*ouh faints!*

okay now i hate myself.
in trauma.
everything were doubted.
everything were perceived as lies.
everything scares me.

sweet talkers.
scandals.
male friends.
strangers.
people.

maybe u guys was just trying to cheer me up.
or maybe dare to try mend my broken heart.
but ouh plz.
try harder?

the old me is dead and gone.

i kept on dreaming.
every night.
about him.
about us.

what was that?
i thought u told me to move on dear GOD??
plz dun give me false hope.
i'm done being a broken-hearted girl.

having a dream during sleeping at night is not me.
seriously not me.
i dont dream.
ok?

is it a sign i need to let go?
a sign i need to move on?
a sign i have to forget?
it was not even a month! :'(

how could i acted like nothing happened?
my lips still slipped his name out sumtymes.
my mind still flashbacks our memories.
i can still smile when i remember him.
gosh!
sumbody slap me.
real hard plz~

mode:: TRAUMA.

p/s:: wash those memory clean.anyone?