i never tell you to worry, and you know roughly what i am doing... when i will get back.
i don't see what's the problem.


i would like to take back these thoughts of mine whenever my parents nag or ground me for staying out late or doing things i deem as fun, interesting, whatever...

just because you won't worry for someone like yourself if you are in their shoes doesn't makes it credible for them not to worry...
because you are not them.

you will never know the smallest incidents in their lives that would trigger off their worries for you until you are once again safe within their sight.
incidents that could be superstition, extra sensory empowered, read off the newspapers, prank calls, plain hallucination, or the good old wtfRUthinkin...

the bottomline is, they worry.
their feelings are pure and the misery of wait, apphrension, anxiety, even panic are every bit real...

painful



i am ashamed of myself for putting my parents through these, and i will work towards being a better daughter to live with.



people really learn when they'd been through a little themselves.
i am a fast learner, i don't think i need anymore lessons on this...

it just hurts too much.

what is the difference between a mere parasite and the brother?


a solitary parasite is usually insignificant in your life.
the brother IS your life... well, according to him anyways.

a solitary parasite drains a little of your resources to keep itself alive.
the brother drains you dry to keep himself happy... who cares if you are dead or alive??

a solitary parasite is, probably, just a parasite... a part of the food chain.
the brother is "your highness" and the WHOLE world owes him a living, is retarded in comparison to him. (including those who cares and provide for him)

you can kill a parasite... just use some spray and smell of insecticide for a few days.
you cannot kill the brother... because you probably do not want to go to jail for something like him.



it shudders and chills me to the core to realise that most offsprings outlive their parents... i do not have the capability to shoulder this nonsense alone and i strongly believe no man i love should be exposed to this inhumane treatment.


i wish to die with my parents.

the parasites always make it anyways.... (even if they don't, do you think i care?)

christmas is the season of love and sharing.... or so it was known to be.

my christmas eve consist of me deriving frusration and and anger from some things that i had expected to give me happiness.... then going on to msn and showing the world how irritated i felt with "the season of love".

the actual satisfaction and joy i had eventually, came from some events i had to reluctantly attend ... very ironically.



this shows that you might not be always right, nomatter how sure you are of your choices.


merry christmas, everyone.

this is me looking good.










this is me feeling good... with someone dear to share the moment with me.



i chose the latter one.


五月天, 谢谢这一路来的扶持和感动