you know how a song can tell a story?
can relate to the chapters in your life.
sometimes the lyrics are so exact, you tend to listen to the song over and over.
like a voice within, singing you the melodies of your heart and desperate soul.
yearning to break free, to tell the world or maybe just the person that may concerns what is going on inside your head.
sometimes its not such a good thing.

i had a serious conversation with Jackson on the MRT train, about our future and how to go about it. there are so many options, lucky for him he still have 2 years to think about. i have like less than 2 months. how ironic. at this point, i still dont know what to do. and its not the greatest feeling in the world.

so far no one found out about my new url, i didnt tell alot of people. at least i think. i dont know why i change it.
in need of change.

after whatever, i become desperate for change. i change everything that i could. the color of my hair, my clothings, the stuff on my dressing table, my bag. like the time i rebonded my hair to let go. that was sudden. like crap, i actually spend 150bucks to get my hair straight. and i did my hair again 1 year later. how awesome.

i want to cut my hair like her.
no, not Nicole.

same length, same color.

what ya think?

in bed with them boys?

hell yeah. sign me up.