Because we are a team so we don't push each other away. Instead, we lean onto each other for support, like how the other is the strongest and firmest pillar we can ever find.
Ever. That little bit of disappointment.
I'm not always that clear minded so at times like this, I lose track of what I really want.
Really, I blame myself. Not you, not us, just me.
That kind of peace in our heart is not gone but has been feeling really shaky recently.
And I'm hoping rest is all that's needed. Give me a gun and I'll pull the damn fucking trigger myself. How about us leaving this country? Elope to somewhere that can only contain our two young and bright hearts?
Oh wait, we'll have in a month's time.
And I can't wait, for it to come and never end. Thankful. Like really thank you for showing up today cause it means so much to me.
I'll never forget how much I appreciate you for being part of my life.

Some routines, really, they are not meant to be neglected.
That's why we call them routines, things we do systematically.
We don't neglect them because they really play a significant role.

Sometimes I really wish that I can do more for you, for us.
Like I wanna hold your hand and just tell you that everything's gonna be fine, no matter what.
I don't have a clear concept about today's post. It's basically writing(or rather typing) anything and everything that's on my mind which is actually a lot and definitely messy.

All in all, I just wanna say that I love you.
Mushy as it may sound, I still hope that you will read this after I press the "publish" button.
Ignore everything else and just focus on the 3 words.
Never so sincere about it before.



Once again, we don't change routines, never.
That's why we say Goodnight every single night, no matter how late it is or how tired we are.

Goodnight love. The worst form of war - battle of silence.

In the end, we let love calm us down and open up to each other once again.
We let love do its job. "A singer in a smokey room, a smell of wine and cheap perfume.
For a smile they can share the night.
It goes on and on and on and on.", Honestly, it's so sad to know that everyone is losing the passion.
We just wanna rest, brush up on our techniques, really sweat doing the same locking move for the whole 1.5hours.
I would like to say that I'm still having fun every tues and wed but really, it's the dreadful feeling I get before I start the engine of 5827 that makes me realise I've lost the passion.

Like what I say to my fellow battle mates, I just hope that we can get the passion and enthusiasm back before September. A little spoilt.
Sometimes.
Bliss. Once upon a time, there was a prince living in the castle. The evil witch tried all ways to kill him but failed, terribly. Thus, she resorted to using the magic potion.


The evil witch, plotting against the prince.


At first, the prince doubted that the evil witch will actually give him a cooling soda to quench his thirst.


However, after much consideration, he decided to believe the witch for one last time and accepted the potion.


Look at the prince, drinking so happily. Little did he know that pain is slowly crawling towards him.


The prince, with the satisfied look on his face.


After about 2 minutes, he felt his blood vessels bursting, especially those on this face.


And the potion took his life.