Dear diary,

As much as what invested . This cannot fail. 
Bless me! 


redshirt

Dear diary,

I seem to have tons of random ideas. Make it happen! Make it BIG!

Dear diary,

Pass 21 summers of age. How many friends have I lost. Tell me?




*sometimes when we pursue something. we lose something as well*

Dear diary,


No matter what , I will survive year 2 and regain my freedom. Go Yee!

Spank me in the butt now!

Dear Diary,

Please credit my first attempt.






*strawberry peach*

Dear Diary,

21st already
Big girl!
No more hanging on short trees.

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*I pave my way*

Dear diary,

My piano lady gave me a look today. It somehow told me to buck up. Looks like the web is back to square one. Maybe switch to another channel. It also seems like I know what to do yet not. Changes too fast it transcends my limits. Did spring cleaning today , the thing I finally got over with. Learnt my lesson to not bombard my schedule and create the unwanted dilema for myself. How was the papers? I seriously have no idea. All we have to do is pray. It's a waste of time fretting, I'd rather drink tea.

Smelly's birthday party passed some time ago. Happy birthday to my dearest! I still can't figure out it's complex or simplicity. Try harder next time maybe. I must learn how to make that sambal chilli.

Made a few new creations. It's all about the buns and waffles. But still another collection to my nutshell brain. Somehow I'm mid impress in my randomness! I simply conclude I need to compliment myself occasionally. It is my no.1 energy booster!

I'm flying again! Will make full use of this trip. No stress no stress. The saying a woman age flies at the start of 20. We can't waste anymore time.
 









When I realised I've changed. I simply shut my mouth.
I can't say the same thing to all, feedback's gonna be tough.
It seems wierd but I still manage sometimes to bluff.
Not a good idea but only to smelly I could be rough.

Dear diary,


Why don't you tell me how much I have missed out this 20 summer years. Academically, socially or conventionally. Izzit misguidance or misconceptual. Indirect judgement is not a fun way to intepret behaviour. Its like shot with an arrow. Probably less words are more preventive. Partially, it's mesmerising, realistically it grows and weights in my shadows. 

The nature of the clique, the difference in changes and what's more responsibilities. Eventually it becomes different. My voice says I'm weak, shutting creates that barrier. Complexity should be simpler in this aspect. shoudn't it be? papers. Should take note of the dates. Swirling all over the place in dragon like. 

And again, should 27 years be compared with grave mistakes. Blossom cupid kills my pretty lady. Now we're talking about opportunity cost. How to derive satisfaction level. I don't seem to get a perfect answer. Did I chose to know these? Or was the fierce tone somewhat one. TFG. Sentenced to rehab with cold turkey treatment may be the solution. Do I see bliss? not anymore. It wasn't the pretty faces when I was young neither the perfect greetings. You've died with the wind when you said the clock doesn't tick backwards. U walk zic zack, slamp through the bricks, fall through the tub, one big slap at the services and gleam at the deliberately conversations. All for nothing.    
Should I look at this way? Right brain tells change, left brain begs to differ. Nevertheless, I cant predict your generation. 

The doll's head broke. Time to reflect on quality measures. 
The boy's plump and green. Time to reflect on consequences.
The friend's TFG. Time to reflect on worth.
The dates are near. Time to reflect on time. 


* Never judge me with newpapers and history. *