i plead not.

I am conscious for now. (lets pretend) Each and every second I long to be in a state of comatose, for every word time refrained from sparing seconds for me to tell. With every wickening sickening sip of sinful pleasures, you are in my mind, in the outskirts of what could have been and what should have been. In and out each day, losses and wins. I'm wrapped with mountains of guilt, and the countless attempts to sell my soul in order to get the only day that mattered. Quick. Aches. In you go into the vast unknown, leaving me behind lurking through your leftovers. I've always known you, and you have always known me. (do we?) Empty chairs and nights in front of the television (read: lappy in my case) set alone fill up the incurable year from the day you left and I died inside. I never forgave myself. Enough with the emo-ism introduction.

my week so far basically consists of appalling amounts of sleep and a gradually-growing EYEBAG. School has been educational. At some points. A pain in the ass at others. Workloads that is. They never get tired I tell you. Pilling up into a mountain I see. and never stop pilling you see. femme fatales have decided to pack self and leave Malacca for the weekend. its down to me and you, ili baby! *insert sympathy*
Speaking off our respective behinds-- I'm having ass cramps as often as Britney bearing babies. I am officialy turning into a pedophile! Lord have mercy!
good days lads and lasses!

p/s : mother, next week yeh kite shopping? kite beli baju labuci labuci lip lap lip lap yeh. sabar yehh. :)