Saturday, March 14, 2009

and you keep calling me back to your heart



"unsatisfied, i skip my pride"


i like that photo (:

old old old old old feel.

anyway, been at home for the whole of yesterday and today, but i don't feel bored yet. wonder of wonders aye?

roy asked if i wanted to mahjong at juncheng's, so i'm thinking of that, and sebas said something about mahjong tomorrow at his place, with a cute guy. LOL.

bad thoughts, bad thoughts.

things are at a place where i'm okay with everything. alright, not quite everything, but almost everything.

the flu bug is still residing in my body, and the tissues are piling up up up up up. and it's raining, so it's extra hard to breathe without something choking my nose up.

my beloved phone is dying, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly. the screen is all weird at different moments and sometimes it just blacks out. looks like the hunt for a new phone is on, and i'm seriously considering the LG ice cream phone, but i've heard it's not good at all. plus it has only 3 mgp, and it lags.

but it's so so pretty! and it's pink. which is a huge plus for me. so..... we'll see. (: good thing my parents have spare phones on hand for me to use, but urgh i still love my samsung soul, cause its sleek and chic. HAHA.

zouk on sunday? or something i don't know, it's currently on a 'we'll see!' kind of status.

rahgahzahpahmahfahdahtah. -..-

edited some pictures, but i guess i'll leave them for tomorrow's post, since i can't be half arsed to post them up now. hohummmmm.

watching antm cycle 12, and i'm not that entertained by it any more. guess times change hur.


and.....

i'm glad you do call, and we do contact with each other. the kind of reassurance that comes only after it was most needed; when it was needed to put some hearts to ease. but yes, the feelings are still there, like always.

and it feels like we're going back to where we were, on more even footing. and..... suddenly i miss him terribly. laughs.


xoxo,
we hear what we want to believe.

ps: take care of yourself, love.

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