Sunday, March 30

once again...


i miss tutu..
somebody to love tutu?

Wednesday, March 26

i miss tutu very much...


staring at the cam, what you doing?


staring even more, why you keep taking pics of me!



tutu asleep~

tutu's fav carrots! and i don't allow snatching, must eat from my hand. heh


tutu on the litter pan, shitting.



tutu drinking!
check out the tiny paws.. hee


boo.
he will come home one fine day!

Friday, March 21

:(


boo....

i miss tutu...

Sunday, March 16

):

ytd was sitting around the dining table having breakfast mum.
den daddy was standing beside me...
daddy has fatty liver bcos of too much alcohol in the younger days.
so he just went to see tcm for some chinese medicine to "nourish" the liver.
den i saw the spots on daddy's arm... the kind of brown spots that old ppl will have.
i asked daddy, "aA~ ah pa why u have these spots???"
daddy replied, " old liao lor... you are not the little qiqi anymore also rite.. so i'm growing old too.."
me: boo, i feel like crying...
i dun want daddy to be old.....
i dun want mum to be old too..
(-_-)

BOO i DON'T WANTTTTTT!!!!
i don't want them to grow old.
and i still feel like a little ger with mum and dad...
hais and i still so feeding on them for like 24 yearssss....

i better start earning money!


Friday, March 14

Well I was there on the day
They sold the cause for the queen,
And when the lights all went out
We watched our lives on the screen.
I hate the ending myself,
But it started with an alright scene.
Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip off your heads
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine

Wednesday, March 12

secrets and lies

return me my freedom.
its cryin' out loud.
the rebel's asleep.
the inner child's sad.
the human is not doing a good job.

Friday, March 7

my peace.

life has been disturbed for some time.
makes me doubt if i was right.
i hate the way it makes me feel.
it makes me hate me.
l long for the peace and
the pure happiness that was once with me.
i have to save me.
for i created this poison.
for that single day,
it starts today.

Thursday, March 6

i wish....

to see the WORLD!
to churn out that fyp report ASAP!
to start studying for my last exams.


i wish to sleeeeeeeep.

Tuesday, March 4

argh`

dam the ants crawling out of my lap top!!!!

i hate antsssssssssssss

Sunday, March 2

hmmm

there are many points of view to a single issue.

Saturday, March 1

the ache.

dehydrated in the nite
i think my lips are cracking at the sides.
i fight it with all my might
to realise it is me from inside.
watever that i demand
may be something i cant delivery.
why are they hardly on the same line
so that i can cease the fight.
when will it be fine?