dear you,

please help me, please help me in any possbile way you can. i have been holding on for three months or so now, and it’s draining me so much; the constant cries and the silent screaming. i do not know but i might just lose the grip anytime soon. tell me, who else can i turn to for this. cause all i know, only you know exactly how i feel. only you know the exact reasons. so come, and talk to me now. give me that inner strength, a better confidence or even a better self-esteem. or maybe that extra bit of patience. do not get me wrong, i love my life. but this particular challenge that you’ve thrown at me is way too overwhelming. i feel as if i’ve been eaten alive from the inside; day by day i’m losing myself to god knows what. and what am i holding on to? a piece of string, strong as it is; connected by wonderful bond of awesome people. my prayer one more time, for this important piece of string to not snap anytime soon or in fact ever.

WHISPER TO ME IN PRAYERS.

it’s still summer <3

and they make it sound as if it’s a form of everyday-entertainment in that torturous island of no return till friday/saturday- BOOK OUT AH! all these people talk about are their every week lifestories in there, with their (other no choice but to obey and be patriotic for 2 years) buddies. think they can have their top 10 list of cheap thrills, hmm. yes, I MISS MYGUY BUDDIES, SOON TO BE MEN! hahaha.

there were moments i ran, jogged and dragged; just to get mud all across my shoes at the finish. people, you should have laid out canvas or something. the 5km may seems nothing to you, but for a person who doesn’t even run at all ( like me) find it more of an achievement.  my prize; banana and yakult -_- ( X2) but dangs, it’s only 5 km,  HOW TO RUN 10KM LIKE THAT. JIALAT LORRHH.

I’M ON TEAM JACOB!

this is THE calling.

and that’s it then; the THREE years of everything has to be locked up, chained and to never be open again. where sometimes, only the flashback of those moments will keep you glued together. ain’t it wonderful if that hour glass could be flip back? hmmm.

friends; a novel i can write for/with you.

on a lighter note, guess what people: SHERIL AIDA WILL BE RUNNING 10KM FOR STANDARD CHARTERED WITH AINUL! now, that must be an OMG- MOMENT for you. seriously, i don’t run for nuts so do not be surprise if you see in the papers; ” GIRL WAS FOUND CRAWLING/ROLLING FOR FINISHING LINE”  yes i got a few months to train my ass off. so good luck.

god help me.

i am not ready to step into the REAL working world , just yet.

oh, i realise.

so here’s my observation

 the withdrawal symptoms are surfacing daily. seriously people, we should have sign a treaty for a monthly meet-up session or something.

let me whisper and say I LOVE YOU!

and you; XOXO.

in the mirror, i saw.

” She began to curl into herself, like the blossoming process in reverse. All the petals, the parts of her I knew, began to shrink away from me – almost as if she didn’t  have the confidence any longer to be herself.  She had lost her footing, lost all semblance of who she thought she was, and was spending all her time holding herself together. “

now, tell me your story.

Seri Bracey
HAHAHA! :) SHERIL IS THE BEST RIGHT YANTI RIGHT!!!
Sheril Aida
AWESOMEEE! :) YOU SHOULD SAY THAT MORE OFTEN!
Yanti 얀티
YES YES YES SHERIL IS NUMBER ONEEEE! :D :D
EVEN BETTER THAN BSB! ♥ ♥ ♥
HAHAHAHAHAHA! :D
Seri Bracey
(yanti, that is fake to the max) OH YEA MAN! SHERIL IS AWESOME! better than my 2PM boys!
Sheril Aida
okaaaay okaaaay! enough with the sacarsm! -_-
Yanti 얀티
HAHAHAHAHA! EH SERIOUS! SHERIL HAS BEEN THE BEST SINCE 3 YEARS AGO PLEASE! ♥ ♥ ♥

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SERI! :)

little missy, it’s as if i’ve known you for long. you’re like this innocent, young little girl prancing around in circles. you know, with those pigtails and wide smiles! i am so very glad to have you, just “POOF ” -ing in my life! : ) I LOVE YOU, PRETTY!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YANTI, DEAR! :)

omg. woman, you have no idea how much i’ve missed you!  the silence without you at work, was just too loud ; the screams, the laughters! but i very much appreciate the 5days spent with you,alone, in the almost coldness of hongkong. I LOVE YOU, BITCHH! :)

resurface with a few __

conclusion;
where the old pain doesn’t completely die.
though time may soothe it, stroke over it until it looks like it has healed, but still it never dies properly.
it stays with you, it lives in the cracks of your soul,
waiting for moments when you feel true pain.

let us dry up those tear drops, and start all over again/.

-where the memories are reborn as dreams, and it was my consience and my heart, ganging up together to tell me that i had to do it.