a small me.

tonight, on contrary to the usual routine of pressing the doorbell when i reached home, i pondered a while & headed to the little refuse chute corner @ the side of the staircase.

i stood there; with my arms & head on the metal railing for the longest time i could imagine. God isn't there, not a single soul was there. when i needed a hand most.that will be my hiding place.

huimin you're right; "just like a balloon..which is gonna explode one day"

The All-American Rejects:It Ends Tonight - this song just came to my mind. one of my fav

work study work study work study. my current routine. 9am to 10pm. how many hrs have i left everyday?


(btw lawsonn im giving my utmost support by going back to cya all after my night class. no matter how tired i am; my moral support is always there yea. u all r doing very well. really.)