Undisclosed.

I wish you hadn't told me what I wasn't suppose to know.

And now  I am left hanging,

where do I go from here?

Beautifully tragic.

We all have skeletons in the closets. What's yours?

Postsecret.

Here's a few of my favourites.

Credits to http://postsecret.blogspot.com

New secrets uploaded every Sunday night.

A Beautiful Lie.

Watched a movie with Eeleng and Satya today, Friday the Thirteenth. Uber awesome in a gory way, hilarity ensured. I don't think they wanna watch a horror flick with me no more though, considering the vast amount of noise I made at the cinema. Heh. X) Yikes. Sorry people. I couldn't help laughing at some scenes which were suppose to be scary. I think my nerve systems' gone whacked. Go figure. 

Oh, and I don't get it why Satya's so pissed with me when she found out I don't believe in marriage. I have my rights to my opinion y'all. Hmph. Don't get me wrong y'all. I love the idea of white gowns and weddings vows etc but I've just seen more marriages that break people than make people. Marriage takes work y'all, its not all happily-ever-afters. I do however support all my other friends in tying the knot and stuff, just not me. So dont come shooting me with hate kay.

Oh, I just found out I may be going abroad for a month or two. So called getaway of sorts. Time to get my arse out there and see what the big bad world got to offer. Should I or shouldn't I? 

Imma gradually forgetting how it feels like to be around you. 

I should be happy no?

Cleaning up the mess you made.

Hello sunshine. ;D

I've succumb to become a humongous fan of American Idol, no thanks to my lil sis obsession with Kris Allen. That being said, Kris's ballad of Falling Slowly was the bomb no doubt! Much love. <3

I've been smiling loads lately for no apparent reason, can anyone help me out here?

When letting go seems impossible,

you do just that.

People always leave.

Have you ever look at a picture of yourself,

and see a stranger in the background?

It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you,

how many moments of other people's life have we been in.

Were we apart of someone's life when their dream came true

or were we there when their dream died.

Did we keep trying to get in?

As if we were somehow destined to be there

or did the shot take us by surprise.

Just think,

you could be a big part of someone else's life,

and not even know it.

The Gift

by Cecelia Ahern.

This story is about people, secrets and time. 

About people, who unlike parcels, hide secrets, 

who cover themselves with layers

until they present themselves to the right ones

who can unwrap them and see inside.

Sometimes you have to give yourself to somebody

in order to see who you are.

Sometimes you have to unravel things to get to the core.

This is a a story about a person who finds out who they are. 

About a person who is unravelled 

and whose core is revealed to all that count. 

And all that count to reveal them. 

Just in time.