So maybe i will do something crazy before it ends.

Something i have never done before throughout the entire 4 years of my blogging journey, because i am a very private person and i didnt’t feel the need to.

But somehow i feel like doing it tonight. Or maybe it’s too much Umeshu.

I sent him this while i was in Nagano. I didn’t expect to meet him in Nara.
 

Yes la. I have got a boyfriend. We met each other 3 months ago. And we are happily dating. Stop asking liao.

🙂

Since we took so many pictures together it is kinda hard to censor all his face! read more

6:19 PM

TK: 俺来週中にマレーシアに行くかも。

でも日本に帰れなくなると思う。

5 minutes
6:24 PM
me: ……

6:26 PM
me: 何が言ったらいいわからない

Just. wow.

This whole thing is an elaborated joke.

Suddenly i have this nauseating feeling all over again. Seriously. Wow. Anymore? cuz i feel like i can take anything now. tell me my great grandmother was an amoeba and i’ll probably think it makes a lot of sense.

God my life is so full of drama. why liddat one? now that the whole plan is disrupted, i dont quite know what to expect out of this.  read more

was the time i woke up today. 

Oh great. This is getting better.

Spent a whole day last night photoshopping some pictures since everyone is catching up the Xiaxue photoshop bug. I swear it is turfing addictive. Great distraction. I posted a few in Nuffnang’s December featured blogger (omg honored!! i know right, what turf). But i think those are really badly done. Because i just had a super express crash course on Extreme Makeover photoshop whole day last night and i think i improved by at least 39823713%. read more

my stomach is giving me a horrible lurch and i feel my hands trembling as i type and i can’t breath something enormous and solid is stuck in my chest and i think i’m gonna throw up. i think i’m having a panic attack.

i think i really jinxed it this time.

because i think,

i think.

fuck this is hard to type. i typed and then backspaced and then typed again and then backspaced again and then i am still typing now i think i’d rather be in denial than to face the inevitable disillusion. for now. read more

was the time i woke up today.

And now it is 8.59PM. And i am stuck at home listening to Sugarless Girl feeling fidgety. I wanted to watch a dvd but i didn’t want to. I wanted to continue reading American Gods but i didn’t want to. I should feel hungry but i am not. I wanted to talk to someone but no one is around. Some are around but they seemed quite disinterested in engaging a rather bland conversation with me. (Seriously, what else can i say? “Wow so you are lifelessly at home too?”) read more

But i miss you.