Stupidly named PuiLeng, Flora.
Caught my first breath on 12-04-94.
Still don't know my age?
Count with your fingers,
Not enough use toes.
* I'm sure i'm not that old.
Currently studying in CHIJSTC.
I'm loving my school.
I'm loving my friends.
I'm hating the homework.
wo-shi-bangalah.loves@hotmail.com TWITTER, FOLLOW ME.
That's my email.
You may laugh at it,
But it's not funny.
i'll try bringing myself to hate you i'll keep on trying and there i tried my fullest i gave it my best i can't my heart breaks into two. i can't my heart. my feelings. all those feelings. the text, your voice, all running through my head. i'm missing a part of me. that has been found in you. all this stuffs completes me. I'm pushing my luck, boy. I'm trying my best. It's not here anymore. I can't feel it anymore. The touch, that used to be there. The voice, that makes me fall asleep peacefully. The text(s) that has a meaning in it. Now, It's not it. No more. I can't seem to see it anymore. I remember, We used to do everything, Almost everything together. That's it. Just one word. Gone. I need some life. I'm hopeless. I'm speechless. I'm aimlessly walking on an empty path without aims. I need hands to guide me. I need someone's guidance. We just don't get each other. I said bye. Bye. Means bye. I didn't wanted it to end. But it just somehow, ended. Maybe you don't feel it. Maybe i'm not your type. Yeah. I'm not. I'm not those girls, with sexy-hot bods, I'm not pretty. I'm not perfect. I'm not the girl you want. I'm not those little girls, with cute voices. I tried my best right. Hah. Silly girl. Poor thing. Nah. No one will pity me. Hah. What a life i have. Memories of you just can't seem to get out of my head. I'll try knocking some out. Maybe it'll relief some pain i guess. Or maybe not. I don't know. Points that i can't judge. You weren't like that last time. You were, Much kinder. The words that could actually touch my heart. Now, It's full of anger. Annoyance. Am i disturbing you? Answer me. You said, No. I suppose it's true. Don't lie please. I hate it when people lie. Especially like this kinda matter. I know some truth are better to be kept in then said out. Sometimes, It'll be better to just voice it out. I'll just say once. I think, It's really the end. I'll learn to let go. Bye. Hurts saying it like this. But there's no other alternative. Bye.
