ya ba chi huang lian,
you ku shuo bu qin.





dear,
thanks for today.
i enjoyed myself- in the lib & under the block. (:
i love sitting down with you and the wind, talking stuffs out.

p/s:
i know i'm stubborn and i'm not taking good care of myself but can we not have black faces pls?
you know how much i hate black faces and how defensive i get towards them.




the wind blew gently against my face and those tears threatened to fall.


i dont know if there were of regrets, confusion or pent-up emotions but i'm starting to doubt myself and the goal which i've set.