No One Wants To Cry, And Be Left. [09 Jan 2009|12:40pm] [ mood | pissed off ] [ music | Ryan Cabrera - True ] HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY DAWNNNN!!!! I'm a day late, as usual. I went to SP's open house yesterday with Dawn! And our main purpose was actually to see each other. We met at Eunos and we started chatting all the way to SP. Lots of stuff to tell her. So, when we reached SP, we got lost. We weren't really interested in the courses advertised. We just went there like a little shopping trip. We kept going into food courts to hunt for good food. Manz, I think I'll grow fat if I'm entering polytechnic! HAHA. After much walking, we decided to head to TP, but it was so far from SP, we ended up going to Bugis for window shopping. We tried on lots of shoes! Like those flats, stilettos and all that gladiator stuff LOL. We walked and talked. Since we were so tired, we took a little break. We went to the basement of Bugis Junction and got ourselves yogurt from Pink Yogurt. The yogurt looked enticing and all. They say you can't judge a book by its cover. Believe in that saying. Because the yogurt made both of us shiver due to the fact it's exremely sour. My stomach shrivelled whenever I swallowed one mouth of that. I was fooled into thinking that every yogurt stall sells yogurt as tasty as that of Yoguru's! I regretted horribly. I felt like puking. Our expressions were terrible. We headed to MOS burger to grab fries and milkshakes. Manzz, now that's what I call heavenly. The milkshake neutralised that lingering sour taste in my mouth. Andandand, the fries were so crispy! MUCH better than MacDonald's. We talked alot. And we went home after that. I can't believe I was hungry the moment I reached home. I ate so much! The day was an awesome lot of fun, but the night left me feeling so pissed off. I don't feel satisfied going to bed, at all. To a certain you: The breaking point's near. Treasure what you have. post comment

[09 Jan 2009|01:40pm] To lay a kiss on your lips, so gentle and delicate would feel like picking the drops of dew off the petals of a rose. I would hold you close and feel safe, sheltered in from the rain, from the storms that grow and surround me. I would like to take your hand and look into your eyes and see a heart made of gold and soul so pure. You see you are an angel, an angel to me. I could not help but fall madly in love with you, the one who stole my heart. I’m glad you did because I could never find one such as you... Some one who makes each day the best, each laugh the longest, each tear the saddest, and a life, my life, worthwhile. Adapted from: Rachelle's blog. post comment

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