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Crazy thing called love

hello starbuck girl. hello bestfriend. hello Syaaaa.

lunch date at swensens with kak nadiah. then to gelare. woo. :)

still kemaruk sentosa.

i'm bacckk..

back from two hectic days of make up and dance practice.

yesterday, friday, i was helping abang with Telok Kurau Sec for make up.

then, to kampung.

bumped into aizat, nash and dans. they were in the bus.

then off to cedar.

then to rumah abang for masak masak

hehehe.

then to dance practice.

time flew fast. it was an intensive training.

3 dances in a night.

mati..mati..

just now, woke up early again to make up for telok kurau again.

met abang at 11.30am.

went to telok kurau. then to Princess Elizabeth Pri to help abang busu with his school

then to Siglap South CC.

afterwhich, we headed to Tampines 1, like jakuns.

i had 2 days with kak yana. boleh gila.

so, it was just me, abang and kak yana.

kecoh.

ended shopping at close to 10 and headed home.

tiring though.

but i did enjoy myself.

thanks abang, for the treat at Ramen Ten.

much appreciated. :)

the word FUCK tells it all.

still pissed, yet faking it all up.

god knows the feeling inside.

how much you wish to show concern, yet you get accused for the wrong fucked up reason.

sometimes, people do get the wrong messages that you are trying to portray, you think so?

i know it's no point getting all worked out but i have got feelings.

especially when you know you meant well but what you got was a hell lot of a high raised voice.

that struck you big time, got you questioning on what wrong you did.

you stood for a moment, thinking and told yourself to just fuck it cause you are not at fault.

despite countless apology from the remorsed one, you still feel the heartache.

i'm still tolerating it.

i'm trying to PRETEND nothing happened.

in this kind of situation, the song Mad by Ne-yo brought in the mood to ponder upon what happened.

urgh, fuck it, fuckerdoma.

no point dwelling on it.

fact : it gets me upset when you're constantly accusing; asking questions you've already known.