K, Liping

Lp / Yvonne
moodswings , hyper , exuberant , vivacious , mean .

its not about the big things. The great gestures, the public displays of affection. It’s all the small things, pieced together one by one. Like a puzzle, it’s no fun unless the pieces are small and the challenge is high. The little things in life are what makes life worth living. Making memories, one step at a time.

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One of a kind
life is like a box of crayons. most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. i fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though i've got a few missing. it's ok though, becos i've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. i have a bit of problem though in tt i can only meet the 8 color boxes. Does any one else have tt problem ? i mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling , of articulation.. so when i meet someone who's an 8-color type.. im like '' hey, boy magenta!'' and he's like , '' oh, you mean purple!'' and he goes off on his purple thing, and im like '' no - i want magenta! ''


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shades of pain tt comes easy .
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010 9:22 PM



Hiiiiiiiiii , feb !
i am damn tired that my ligaments are loosening themselves from my bones. Esp aftr realising how much Homework im still left with ! a total of 4Projects , im delaying the due date with the teacher till fri and then i'll secretly disappear on fri haha !

Had my first fight with Yuna today .. wasnt a very good day for both of us i suppose but from this incident , i learn a lot and im willing to get rid of the nasty me ( ;

My equilibrity just shot straight down on the side. Have to get my center of gravity back and get back on my feet. It's what I've been doing, isn't it?
I seriously, yet secretly, wish that a hole will suck me down right this instance. Sinking ships one after another, perhaps I should just tough it out in the waves and swim to the shore myself.

On second thought, I'll choose the option of running away. What's the point of all this really.

I'll never let you down even if I could. That I promise. Screw those who says promises are meant to be broken. It's just a bloody weak excuse for themselves.

And when we keep everything to ourself, because we trust nobody but ourselves, we'll come to a point of breaking down and complain no one's out there in this world with a population of 6.6 billion understand us.
we ought to shoot ourselves in our head ! ():

Should one feel happy when you've found someone whom you can share everything ; from the secrets you have to family issues to friendship problem , or vulnerable since this person now has the power to axe and destroy you with all that he knows?
whtvr it is ... im trusting u ( u know who u are ) i got a bad feeling about this, i felt threaten ):

SKIP SKIP SKIP .
blah blah blah .

SKIP SKIP SKIP !

even when i realise i have a pile of sheets waiting for me to clear them , i manage to get 20mins of my time to update this lill space , sweet or what . But then i notice im back to long & draggy posts ... but i cant help it , im emotional ): HAHA ok , i btr stop .

Bye !