"It's not as if I can't live without..."

Paradise Kiss.

such a short yet heart-wrenching manga.

It's not as if I can't live without George. Streets are still filled with people today; my life is fulfilling and busy as usual; nothing has changed.
But why do the things I see appear to be in black & white suddenly?

The monochrome view has been splashed with vibrant colours.

This is the meaning of George's existence to me.
Though our separated paths may not cross again in future, the meaning will never change.

Leeching on the happiness

Jelly has nailed it - apparently, i'm leeching on someone's happiness. or rather, the happiness that's brought on by someone. whatever. but why do i feel a twinge of guilt? zzz...

i'm about to go back to miami. it's... great. it's... wonderful. it's... WOW, i'm outta words. =___="

"...Ever wonder if u love the person or love the feeling of being in love? "

"neither. u love urself, any second. hence u would fall in love with the person who is capable of satisfying most of your desires. hence the change in love, for ur desires change."

O____o...

All my dearests...

is it a tragedy if handphones are literally the closest entities to me ever since they crossed my life? perhaps...no.

i have the urge to reminisce my dearests all of a sudden. for some strange reasons, their diminished existence never seems fiddling.


my 1st love - Motorola T191



bf no.2 - Nokia 3310
i think EVERYONE used to have it.


bf no.3 - Motorola E380
it was drowned later. zzz


bf no.4 - Nokia 7210



bf no.5 - Sony Ericsson W800i



my CURRENT BF~ Sony Ericsson G900

Finally, a new phone.

got myself the Sony Ericsson G900 yesterday - the perfect smartphone which is ingeniously fused with elements from the normal phone, for the non-hardcore smartphone users. =muacks SE= i still love u for your balance btwn functionality and looks.


got really lazy to make more efforts in sorting out my messy thoughts to form coherent sentences.





ya i picked the red one. duh. more aptly put, it's maroon.

Those footprints next to the waves

i....

...


ahhhh... forget about it.






she thought tears are superficial; companionship is a by-product of self-serving desires; people are essentially different entities. she still thinks so. hence, she always wants to prove herself wrong-a glaring dissonance; a constant source of disappointment.


but she refuses to accept her victory...& keeps trying.



here comes the new month; the new semester; the new beginning. (only if i had the power to vaporise the past... but i will make sure the past won't trespass into the present/future)