Love is when you shed a tear and still want her, it’s when she ignores you and you still love her, it’s when she loves another guy but you still smile and say I’m happy for you, when all you really do is cry.

Thank you very much for you time. All left now is just memories.

What Hurts The Most
Rascal Flatts

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry, every once, in a while
Even though, going on, with you gone, still upsets me
There are days, every now, and again, I pretend, I’m ok
But that’s not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do

It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ it
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still harder, getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know… If I could do it over
I would trade, give away, all the words, that I saved, in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

(And not seeing that loving you)
That’s what I was trying to do

No tears shall be shed anymore. Case close.

I’ll be back. Stronger than ever.

Note to self: Never eat indomee with edamame.

Now i feel like shitting. Badly.

Maybe i should throw in a bottle of Vitagen too to smoothen the process.

Perhaps i should.

Ok i go.

kthxbai.

Officially kicked off my working life a few days ago. And I’m already feeling the heat on my back.

It’s funny I’m actually starting to worry about my monthly expenses. Especially when it’s your first job and you don’t get paid alot.

How not to get worried when petrol is RM2.70 per litre now? With my petrol consumption, it’s gonna cost me close to 1/5 of my entire 1 month pay.

Yes, I pay for almost everything I use now including petrol, parking, food, entertainment, bla bla bla.

Thanks alot lah dear government.

What do I do or what am I working as many people would ask. Especially first timers. Lemme make it clear once and for all.

I’m an interior designer working for idINC interiors located in Plaza Damas in Hartamas.

I was working with SueAnne on a photography job a few months back and out of the blue, she asked me what do i do for a living. I told her I’m an interior designer and she asked me 1 question that almost made me slam on my breaks so hard it could throw all of us out from the car 300 feet thru the windscreen.

Straight to the point without any doubts about her question she asked, ‘Are you gay?’

What makes you think all designers are gay?

No doubts some are gay but not ALL! I’ve work/met/know many designers but I only know/feel/suspect 3 of them is gay.

If you think all designers/photographers are gay, you could be watching too much America’s Next Top Model. Really.

I’m as straight as an arrow. Seriously.

Ain’t gonna grease my ass for other man NO MATTER WHAT.

When a people (especially guys) tells other people he’s a designer,

First question on peoples mind: Is he gay?

First answer will come out from their month: OMG Your job is so cool. (Still thinking if he’s gay)

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What makes you think you’ll need to be Adam G. Sevani or Robert Hoffman to dance Flo-Rida’s Low.

Even prison inmates can do it okay. Shame on yourself if you cant. Boo.

I think theACDC crew should get this guys.ConspermConfirm kick M&Mcru’s ass.

She hit the flo
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low.

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I was just commenting on nastyv8mp’s blog and this cought my eye.

Code I see below: ORGY BIRTHDAY!

Bryan asked me to guest blog.

When I asked him what was it exactly that he wanted me to blog about, he said,

“Surprise me!”

So……….

SURPRISE!!!! :D:D:D:D 

heeheehee

You might recognise me from my crippling lame-ness.

If you still don’t, here is a picture of Bryan and I.

ps. that’s leg hair sticking out of Bryan’s legs.

Idiots. I swear.

Sorce: Link