wake up call.

It hurts.

Sometimes, it's unbearable.
Sometimes, the pain is expressed by screaming or doing whatsoever that is appropriate to do.
But there are times when the pain is no longer a feeling.
And there are also times when I'll just keep quiet and take in all the pain, hoping that the pain will miraculously go away.

It HURTS.

water tumbler.

Something made me happy today.

April 27th, you will be remembered.

(: (: (: (:

at the eleventh hour...

...because I wanted to wish you at the eleventh hour. Metaphorically, not literally. Because if you would look at the time now, it is definitely earlier than 11 o'clock. :D Hence, you receiving my message earlier because I wanted to make sure you read this right after you have read the message.

(I'm 50% sure you would have seen my "Please come back later. Sorry." message. XD That's because I got disconnected and all that I've previously typed vanished into the air of the world wide web. Also, sorry for the "Wait! Don't go there first." message. =D)

I had initially wanted to post a picture of you here, but blogger just wouldn't allow me too, even after several attempts of trying to upload your photo here. ): It's okay, maybe that photo is way too special to be shared with the entire virtual and real world. :)

But anyhow, I would still like to say this to you;

YOU ARE NOW 364 DAYS AWAY FROM BEING TWENTY!

;)

Because a simple, oftenly used "Happy Birthday!" would not suffice for someone like you. :P

Thank you for the memories, laughter and tears that you've given and shared with me. I definitely enjoyed the morning walks and all the conversations, activities and time that we have had done and spent with the group. Though sometimes our conversations tend to be a little mindless and random, they never fail to amuse me and there is undoubtedly something amidst all of it that is worth being remembered and treasured. (: (:

But above all, you've been a great friend, buddy, classmate and fellow prefect.

May you always be happy, be random, be special in your own way and finally be someone you want to be.

Blessed nineteenth birthday, Ashman!

dissolved.

It looks like an orange sweet, smells like an orange sweet and taste like an orange sweet.

But only for the first few seconds after it is being popped into the mouth. Slowly, the sweet outer layer wears off and the bitter truth is out. Literally bitter.

Waiting for it to dissolve in water now. (:

sticky notes.

There's this patch of skin that is three tones darker and redder than the rest of the skin.
It looks like a blue-black, but it doesn't hurt as much as a blue-black.
Maybe it's a burst blood vessel? Because I can see tiny red dots.


Don't worry, be happy! (:
That's what my t-shirt says.

Then again, I cannot not worry about the reddish blue black;
or can I?