h a p p y n e s s

what do i want to be in five years?

h a p p y .

my poor Salakau

at first, people don’t know who the hell SHE is.

next, they are thinking of what method to cook her so she’d taste the best (the fight is between grilling and boiling)

poor girl!

 

ps. Salakau is a GIRL, she is growing 6 nipples btw. DAMMIT, there goes my dream of having a masculine gangsta wabbit!

this diagram is talking right at me

scary stuff!

thank god

for friends,

who understand,
and keep me sane.

move on

some things don’t have to happen,

but since it has already happened, i guess i just have to learn to live with it.

 

and move forward.

ji cute

mad cute!

to daniaos, chanchan, jason, pamz and joyceyong,

Thanks for being there from me when i had my awful blast from the past. I’d get over it, soonish.

I cannot find the heart I gave to you.

Rolled around on kitchen floors.
Tied my tongue in pretty bows with yours.
And now we pass and just like glass
I see through you, you see through me like I’m not there.

You could make my head swerve.
Used to know my every curve.
And now we meet on a street,
And I am blind. I can not find the heart I gave to you.

Sometimes what we think we really want we don’t.
Sometimes what we think we want we really don’t.
Sometimes what we think we love we don’t.

And I am blind. I can not find the heart I gave to you.
And when we meet on a street,
Then I am blind. I can not find the heart I gave to you.

 

- Glass, by Ingrid Michaelson

young, stupid and very happy

i miss those times. SIGH!

yipee yay yay!

 

hairpeenessssss!

so sweet my birdy friend!

qianqi says (12:35 AM):

(:
dont worry
you KNOW you are good
you dont need us to tell you that silly

 

xoxo