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well yes, contrary to popular beliefs
I met my BFF for (how many years again?? - almost a decade?) 8 years last Friday
and we had some girly girl talks
I love herrrr so much :)
It's just a girl need girlfriends to keep her alive
To think straight
To adore self
To care about others
xo L
I just had a nice talk with a friend – makes me realize how far have I run from my own feelings, my own self, my own dignity. I know I cant do it anymore – but I love him, the way I have never loved anyone.
The question that has been ringing few years ago, it comes calling –
But I know I’m scared, of being alone, of being only with my feelings
I know I’ll die from sadness and loneliness. When can I be free from my self? When can I cheer and twist with freedom? And how – will You teach me once more?
That is when all is forgiven -
I'm tired.
Tired.
TIRED.
I'm so Britney's "piece of me". Totally.
I love him - but..
It's going to be a wrehell of months. Chirppy!
I love my ex-hommie.
Her name is K, who I sometimes hate and love at the same time (yes, K, but I love you more today) - we've been knowing each other for 6 years!!
And it was started funnily enough; in the middle of a highway, in a foreign country, at my first day of school :)
A bit cute and fairy-taley and rom-com (since it was a light raining)...
Anyway, we had our happy and maddening days ever since we moved in together - and stayed for 2 years
I had my days of regret of hurting her; hope all is good now (I know I bitch and moan and whine about her sommmmeetimeee..) but I hope we patched it up and now all we could do is reminisce about the good ol' days.
luvi K!
I had spring wedding, with white strapless gown fell lightly to the soil, in a garden, overlooking big lake. It was a dream coming true, for me. Sisters were my bridesmaids with their yellow dresses and brother was looking hip in his brown suit.
I loved my then-husband, Cho deeply. But yes, he was the sun for my rainy mood, the staccato to my wave, he completed me in a way I thought no one could do. My parents love him since his long night waiting for me serving my hospital time, his patience to my stubbornness, and also his money along the way. Cho loves love. He was the romantic one, the sensitive one, the melodious one. In other sentence, he sucked me out of my imagination.
We stayed in the building just across my work while he conduct his empire from the new office in the middle of the Martin Place. In the beginning, when the smell of my wedding gown was still freshly back from the laundry, we enjoyed morning walk to our work, enjoying coffee (me) or cocoa (him).
We would joke as if we are still two grad student going for their lecture in town - or talking about all the white-gray-black suit going around us rarely with smile, with one hand holding paper coffee cup and another hand jacket of some sort. We even have our favorite, the lady who always wear black suit and gray top only on Monday and used her imagination in the coming days - hers are impeccable.
I wish life would remain that way. As easy I was to fall into love, I was falling out of love by a snap of a finger. I realized, I was never in love with Cho, as much as he used to love me. And, never I thought the feeling could be more suffocating. At some point I regretted getting married so young.
At that point, I ran.
which developer would target its lease mall merely for serving people who lives in the complex. A SMALL 'complex' nonetheless! This concept is new for me, but simply just wrong! F&B tenants want traffic, hell, ALL tenants want traffic. Now I realise why big names won't sign up. No hard feeling.
