i am afraid that i might i have fallen head over heels for you. i think its kinda too late for me to back out and deny every time truth flies by. now i know what it feels like to have butterfly wings flap at the speed of light in the narrow intestinal tract. skies are so much more than just blue when i look up now, there are purple with shades of orange and a tinge of redness. in every nook and corner of my dreams, there you are with that smirk and smile. then i start melting like chocolates on a hot pavement at high noon. i don't think my heart skips a beat anymore. it just wants to jump out and start dancing to a happy tune. my cheeks hurt when you ignite fire in your words. i bite my lips because you are one helluva ego-testicle organism. your smooth talking ain't sweet words but its those sarcastic remarks and cynical smirks that got me. beyond those eyes that don't say much, it actually does when i daringly stare into it. our conversations are never the boring-dull-lifeless talks. its more to us exposing every truth and reality of our past, present and future. you sparked my curiosity a long time ago but now it has made me turn into a little girl who wants to believe in fairy tales. could it be you?could it be my imagination? you are so real. i am real too. do we dare to move or stay timidly together under the same moon?

Moving On.

5 minutes is all the time i need to re-invent thoughts and my wildest imaginations.

There was a girl I knew who always wanted to be the one to stand out from the crowd

Always believed that she was gonna live her dreams

That what went down was gonna come around 

For all the doubters, non-believers, the cynicals that once were dreamers

One of these days you'll open up your eyes

And you'll realize

That girl was a one time teenage drama queen

A hot, tough everyday wannabee

But she'll have changed her destiny

Now she's a somebody

That girl was a wild child dreamer but she found herself

'Cause she believes in nothin' else 

And you'll look back and you won't believe

That girl was me

Armed with an attitude that she knows how to use

She's gonna get there any way she can

Now she knows what she wants

No one is gonna stop her

Nothing's ever gonna hold her down

For all the doubters, non-believers the cynicle that once were dreamers

One of these days you'll know that you were wrong (who would've know)

Life is a work of art- you gotta paint it colorful

Can make it anything you want

Don't have to stick to any rules

You don't need a high IQ to succeed in what you do

You just gotta have no doubt just believe in yourself

Doubters, non-believers, once were dreamers

One of these days you'll open up your eyes

And you'll realize

That girl was a one time teenage drama queen

A hot, tough everyday wannabee

But she'll have changed her destiny

Now she's a somebody

That girl was a wild child dreamer but she found herself

'Cause she believes in nothin' else 

And you'll look back and you won't believe

That girl was me

somedays only songs can express how i truly feel.

stronger

did i intimidate?

please know that was not on purpose.
i have no intention of being loud and annoying.

did i touch a nerve?

i would't EVER apologise for the lack of uncontrolled sarcasm.
its what you do that catalyse my need to say and act.

did you ever heard of billy joe's honesty.

honesty is such a lonely word and its all i ever need from you.


i do not tolerate two-faced snakes,two-tongued lizards and backstabbers.

oh my *looks out the window* its a pretty sunday

fluffy clouds passes by my window and greets hello briskly before moving along. trees sway from left to right waving and tells everyone to have a nice day. Oh My Pretty Sunday, i hate laying in my bed on such a beautiful day. I long to run with my inner child and smile. To watch and to know that every piece of me is not as shattered as i thought it was. My heart can only handle a certain extend of truth and honesty. Anything more, a shield appears and i cry with all my strength. Hurt me and i die slowly in the inside. To even have faith in fairy tales don't come easy anymore. I am afraid of hurting. Oh My Pretty Sunday, why must it be all tears...why does it hurt on a beautiful day?

i am a mess

i am clumsy

i am naive

i am fragile

i am docile

i am gullible

i am in love with your ways.

kill me?

another smile project