just another craps of the boredom note

don't know whether it's coming from the boredom strikes i've been through, but the hell i miss my friends. i miss badminton, the pool, salsa, the foods, the piano, strange inculs time, karaoke, the crazy rides, linds' super polluting ojek, donita, brendan's kekasih, professional hairdos, bad influence, ice skatings, gangs invasions, diction inventions, sneaky slips, street-street, ridiculous games and moves, guava juice, free hugs and massage, good mornings and coffee, swear jars, tattoos, bullshits, bites, talks, even afl.
but i think most of all,
i am just missing myself.

blues

just moving some old stuffs from my old blog. in case if someone hasn't read it.

for those who wonder why i never got mad. cuz whenever i met some pills, i drank pills.:D hell no. well, some aspirins sometime. i cried. i ate good food. i went to the day spa. i talked to some beloved friends who demand NOTHING. i TALKED to my mother,my dogs and cats. then i cried again. and got back to life. thank God i am forgetful, that’s the gift.
for those who think i don’t give a shit. i do give a shit. but i don’t talk about shit.
for those who might think that i don’t have anything bothers my head. well, i have loads and loadS of them i have enough to share.
my head and my heart aren’t numb.
i’m sorry if you think they are.
i smiled because that’s what my lips made from.

i don’t smile a lot anyway.

that’s it. i’ve said it.
this mess LOVE you dears…
whatever happens.