weird:

1.  it smells of burnt wood on the corridor..

2. the chinese people that live in my building literally run when people get in the building in the same time with them just so they do not greet. what the f***??

off

i've just seen my hands on the keyboard in the screen's light. they say that you know a woman's true age by her hands. mine are getting wrinkled :((

smells dangerously

of winter..

ah and those christmas thingies from the shop were sooooooooooo shiny and good looking!!!! *sigh* am helpless...

..

why can't i sleep? *sigh*

why am i like this?

i don't understand. why didn't i get 3 round stones? why didn't i get the blue scarf? and why the heck i still consider them being whims and still wish for them? :(

hate myself when i am so wish-washy :((

..

am a genius.. :P (the first tangible business model.. done in 10mins :P)

nothing compares with the smell of toast..

May God bless the dude that made toast today. it smelled amazingly well on the corridor.. i wanted to stay out of my room just for the smell of freshly made toast.. :)

and

the loneliness strikes again.

the hardest thing is

knowing you don't make a difference and that you are not needed.

*sigh*

wish i was better

..

i've never seen such beautiful hands before.