today is a bad day.
real bad day.

i hate the morning briefing. could hav jolly well flood the post with loads of %$&^* to xpress my anger. bt nahh i didnt wan to. my vocab of tt was quite limited. -.- as if

and i hate work. getting scars and scratches. physical pain is nth man.
as in did i mention before when i bump into things get cuts its acty nth de. for me its jus lil' bleedin or bruise. but i hate cox its mental torture.

the whole day been bad. been tough.
and at night wasnt talking much. the 1st time. & somehow i didnt lke tt feeling. lke cold war. thou i noe both of us had a tough day. but later when we talk it out. it was really hard to control those tears. but i managed nt to let 'em fall this time round. i swear its damn tough.

alot of things would hav happen. tts sth i didnt giv any serious thought on. another of my tinking everything when overcome the major it'd all come easy. but becox the overcome there's more obstacles inbtwn.

i dint wan the unxpected to happen eventually. but the thought tt ran past me was really i noe v wrong. but i told him becox i didnt wanna hide. i'm glad he trust me. and yup 100% in me to him. (:

Y i didnt wan to giv up.
really.

tml or sth i'd post pics of my 2 dear ones.
i named tt folder of pics as 2dear ones. hehehehhee.

ps;
happy 18th birthday bing xun! (:
one more fellow into the 18yr old club. tsk tsk. & mine coming.