I believe every single word you say.

My one and only,
you make me cry with love.

The world is messed up..

..with butter and icing sugar.

(:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAELEY JOY,
and
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENNETH CHENG!
Enjoy them prettily-iced cupcakes.

***

Pretty cupcakes aside, I'm exhausted. From tests, studying, baking, church, and handling people. It seems people are becoming more and more difficult nowadays- stubborn or overly sensitive or they simply find it hard to comprehend me or my needs.

Or is it me changing? Am I just too tired to think about anyone other than myself? Or have I become like the world that I find it hard to separate myself from the people around me and their attitudes?
NOT GOOD.
Sigh.

Baby girl
you and me
we need some lovin'.

Delicious.

The range of Body Shop products that make a girl like me,
happy.


Oh and of course spending the afternoon with Bee, Bel and Joe. (:
♥

And I think I know what love is.

8 years,
gone in a matter of two months.

Where does the love go?
Does it involve into some sort of negative energy?
Insecurity?
Hate, maybe?

It breaks my heart deep down inside to know that my loved ones-
they have chosen to lose love.
Don't they see how beautiful love is?
How it makes the world go round,
spin faster than usual,
make time pass like lightning?

And no.
You can't count love.
It doesn't have to smart nor insightful nor proactive.

Love is what you have today,
in your hands and heart
to give to whoever you want,
whenever,
wherever you want.

Love is crazy,
and yes, it's blind.
It's different every time you find it.
It's forgiving,
and it's funny.
It's happy,
and it's sad,
unfortunately.

And love isn't about yourself.
Love is about that other person,
happy.

And it doesn't matter if your heart is breaking.
When you have love you have everything.

Avalanche.

Cold heartache floods down on you, unexpectedly.

You cry, but your tears freeze before anyone sees them coming.

The pain, it comes too quickly for you to react.

Then you freeze, afraid to move.

You try to move, afraid to be buried in the rushing cold.








And then you get stuck, in the cold, biting pain, trying to move unsuccessfully, gasping for the little air you'll live no longer on.

JOEEEEEE.
Come with me to Manchester!

And since you're so strong, bring along
-Carolyn, Belinda, Iris, Nisha, Shazlinaah and Ms. Vilmah!





Sigh.