Is it my fault for making all these toward myself?

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M'i a transparent?

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Girls are incomprehensible, are you one of them?

As what the title mentioned, girls are usually incomprehensible. Ya, honestly, I'm one of them. Usually, they seemed strong and tough outside,within their appearance. But, inside her little-inner heart, it seemed to be so fragile. May be that is not you, but it's me, myself. Girls like to represent what they hate,what they dislike as what they prefer you to do and in reversely. They prefer to say 'NO' when their heart mention "YES". I wonder why, girls have such a personalize, well, not all. They are just contradictory, they liked to make everything upside down. Ya, I can say that they are purposely to do so, as they need more from you guys, the one she believe in. They wanted to see how her loved one solve the problems that experiencing in her inner heart, they felt warm when they gain some comfort from you. Do you know it? *well, i know, it's kinda weird. Sometimes, they even emotional unreasonable, well, that is what they are. They might not need your protection in every hours,but they really need you in every seconds when they are really down. That is, a simple but an incomprehensible attitude of a girl.

Thrusday, A Fatigued Day.

 A meaningful, but a fatigued day indeed. A day which was filled which 2 tuitions, one of them is kind of a challenging tuition which need lots of patient,strength and hand-writing skills. Well, don't worry, i'ma tough enough. doesn't matter for now, as long as it works towards my future, let me gain what i yearned for. Then, it'll be more then enough. 

School times

Lots of homework that needed to be completed in time. Tomorrow will be weekends, but sadly, schedules are tightly packed! Additional Math, essay etc. Well, i shouldn't be that desolated  before i try. ain't?

Lack . Hot proper meals

Well, I have KFC as my dinner today. Not prefer, but forced to. I think, i need some proper meals which full multiple servings. Hmmm, soup! I lovin' it.

Thursday, you present me a hustle and bustle day, which filled with immersed activities and benefits throughout my day. Instead of mumbling about your presence, I'd like to go thru these no matter how tough it is.  Dont worry, my beloved! Good night and happy friday ;D

Reblog! ;)

Well, since my dear that his baby got a little blogger here, Thus i've made my little decision to update my blogger more frequently. And my dear do think so too. Some more, he promised to update his blogger often too. Hope that he will always check up to my little-sweet-hearted blog and we can did that together. #happy ;D

I can't find a way to express myself to you anymore.

I'm sorry. Kinda sorry. I know, i have messy up your life. u dont lik it. i know that. I'm selfish. You dont like me to be too sticky with you. U liked ur new collage life , and i should distrub that much. Honestly, I've use to the life which occupied you. every night, without ur cal, i cant found a good position to sleep. I'm just dont why this will happened to me.  I've used to it. inside my heart, there was lots of things that i wanting to ask you. either you're fine or you're happy. Every night, i will miss. it had became a natural phenomena to me. talking phone with you at night was a need to me. but, you dont realize that, besides it was just a 'distrub' for u i think. I dunno who to talk to. I felt lonely honestly.i know i got a boyfriend. but we are far apart. not distance but mentally. I want to touch ur heart, wanting to see what is inside there. But u never try to touch my heart, never ever want to know what is inside there. And i, couldnt find any way to talk with u anymore. The decision being together was a wrong again to me. i regreted. i scared! i scare u will just throw me aside as u like. ignore me. neglect me. But what i can do? I'm stupid, i cant bear myself to even have a night without you. Thus, i get the result like this. I'm still child, I want to be a child. wanting to pamper with you days and nights. Hoping that you'll love care me, and let you know, I'm always wanting to be a child inside your heart. 

An action which warmed my heart.

I'm suprise i felt touching when i saw this.Although it's not for me, but just a little second, the action touched my heart. When I finish my tuition, student's were rushing down to the stairs. At this moment, i saw a pair of couple. Her boyfriend is holding her hand tight. Felt warm,when i saw this. He seemed to be very care, even just a little action. not wanting his girlfriend to squeeze with others. hold she tight, mind her footsteps and protecting she! So, please hold tight and let me fell the warmness from you =]