You're better off not reading this. Trust me.

You're better off not reading this. Trust me.


It's all just random thoughts which you'd probably not make head or tail of.

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Remember the time I said my need for independance was greater than my desire to rely?

Well, reality grabbed me by the hair, slapped me in the face and spat at me.

"You want independance? You got independance. Is not this what you desired? To be treated as an equal and not as a weaker sex? Face up to your own problems then! Stop your fucking whining!"



It slapped me some more, and the next few lines are the most hurtful.

"You are alone. You have no one to pay attention to your failures, your successes, your hard work and your triumphs. You work for yourself, what ever that happens to you, that has happened to you, are all of your own making, your own fault."

I make my own future. I make whatever good or bad that comes my way. And only I can solve them.

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We used to love wine. A candlelit dinner. Crystal glasses.



A ring.

No. I cannot.

I let you down. I guess its better things got this way.

How have you been?

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On a considerably lighter note, the one whom I trust the most has made friends with an old enemy of mine. Like WTF? That nao hiah (actually I don't know what nao hiah means, it just came to me out of the blue) once liased with another evil backstabber to shoot me to the point where humiliation becomes an understatement, and you're making friends with him?

And expecting me to make friends with him as well?

*Pui!*

I make friends with this weener-for-brains, I get bad luck for 7 years. With additional accidents here and there on the road. Not to mention every single 4D bet going to waste.



Yuck.

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Hello Ting.



Get more of her at http://joewei.blogspot.com/

Heads up!

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I remembered my past.

I hated my past.

I only looked to the future.

And looking back now only brought a nauseating sense of distaste.

What have I done with my past? Why don't I remember?

Are you from my past?



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People put bandages on their wounds. They put medication, stitches, disinfectant, the works. And its a surefire way to get well.

What about our wounds inside?

Can they ever heal?

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For the love of a big fat pigeon..

Stop thinking so much.