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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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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self-pity
Saturday, April 24, 2010 1:57 PM


this saturday is a corker , not like the others arent . i woke up at 8.30am coz of a blackout which makes my room feels so warm but unfortunately i prefer feeling cold to warm.(unless its with some1 special) i tried to went back to sleep . by 9.30am , things have got so bad that i decide to get out of my bed,mum and dad home. everyone was at home and it was waking up early on a saturday and wondering where i belonged that did it: i dont belong at home, and i dont want to belong at home,but at least home is a somewhere i know.

a reminder to myself that there will be parents-teachers-meeting today & i dont know what got me but i decided to go , along with my 4thbro & without my parents .

.... when i get there,the joke's on me: they're not in. i've come a million stops on the traffic on a saturday morning, i've waited eight years for the them,favourite show is on the television and they're not here -.o !

if i was at all prone to self-pity,which iam, i would feel bad about the terrible irony of finding teachers away when, finally, u need them.

but after awhile(eight years),im finally seeing the humans however it took forever for them to finish. ugh ! what a nice saturday morning <:

i seriously hope tomorrow is a better day and then hopefully everything gets better by the end of April . though the start of it was when all this shit started . it started badly but things always have to end nicely right .

and when it started nicely , it ends pretty ugly ): yes?no?

(i dont know where the one who types randomly and is full of nonsense went to)

I miss u .

Maybe that’s what I’m starting to realize; the pain is temporary, but the connections we make, they last forever and change our lives in ways we’re not even aware of yet.
I don’t know who you’re kissing now. But I do know who you think about when you do (: