i am a 2 year old addict.
i take pictures with my eyes.
my beating muscle is co-owned.
and if found,do call.

yes.

take me where i belong.it's moving too fast i just want to stop and catch my breath;smell a rose or two.i dont know if this is part of growing up or it's just me and my nonsense.all i know is that i hope this passes on like a relay.

nad.thank you.and i am assuring you that the previous post was not about you.it's just that i stole your words.well actually that was your entire entry.haha.and how i look at it might be a tad different from you but we're somewhere there.i can feel our waves meeting.haha.so we shall sit back and be a little cautious when going to the fifth gear but still,we'll make it through.haha.and hey,dont rush.

i need someone's opinion on something.i dont know if i did the right thing.cause after it happened it felt like im not even supposed to tumble over the specified object.and to think i made sure it would be no where to be found.but the very instinct that came to mind was delete.i felt a sense of disappointment in me and i just didnt want it to brew any further.but i dont even know the whole story.tsk.my mind seekretly bought a recorder.now it's playing that moment over and over.bleah.

okay enough of ____.

here comes the good part.i came back to an enormous serving of steak.zomg.i didnt even finish it.haha.i sent it to the trash can a.k.a the brother.hahahaha.okay not trash can la.you know i love him.haha.but he finished mine and mum's and also his own plate so see,i have an explanation.heh.actually the good part was to come back and taste mum's cooking.it has been aeons since i had her cooking my tumtum.and tomorrow she is not working so i shall gobble gobble somemore.haha.

i have a portfolio to do.so here we go.

i'll wait on that cloud;