When the sun comes down
When the rain wash away
All the hopes I can bring
To another day, another day

When your trees start to sway
And the wind makes them move

I can tell that
You don't know

the reason of my switch of address.
I hate 'big-mouth's and I simply detest them.
if you're one of them and you're here, ah-ha, whatever.

this is my blog.
& Fiona owns you.



I had a conversation with Sue not too long ago about our future husbands. she ended up telling me about her marrying an old dying rich man, so she wouldn't have to go to bed with him and just take his fortune after he dies. hm, great idea. maybe I'll do that if only I happen to become a person who doesn't trust anyone anymore. sometimes, circumstances like these do help a woman's needs. doncha think? Ha.



well, somehow or rather I had been labelled by the name 'Flirt' in school. don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know why. funny? yeah I think so too.

you don't have to tell me that I'm a flirt. I know myself very well. I know I am a flirt. I'm born a flirt. I'm a natural flirt. get it? NATURAL. it means that I flirt without knowing it myself. it's just the way I socialise, you know. I say Hi, and the other replies. Simple. you got a problem with that? yeah of course you do, because I'm not you. & you are just not used to my style of socialising. so the oh-so-jealous you will start to spread rumours around that I'm some flirt-arse and people should stay away from me. Haha. it's so comical to see such people go around ya know. since I've, well, 'admitted' myself, I reckon you people are happy now.

But, you know something? even flirts have feelings. you know, feelings? flirts do feel. we feel, okay. we know very well who are our loves and who are our flings. we know our stuff well, better than you do. we don't need you to tell us what to do. because why? because we know what we are doing. you are just poking your nose around, trying to act like you're some know-it-all or something. keep up with the good work, yeah? to come to think of it, it's because of people like YOU, pole-dancers, strippers, and bar-top dancers are all maligned to be prostitutes, promiscuous, or flirts who don't take relationships seriously.

I'm telling you now, we do.



I don't know what I would say in the long run from now.

but for now, yeah I'm going to say something. yes, something. I love Dixie. yeah, I love him. why? because I love him. don't ask me why. I love him for too long until I forgot the reasons of what made me fall for him. this phrase is so cliche, but it's so true for some people aight. well, you really wanna know what? yeah sure I'll tell ya. Everything. yes, everything about him. if it still doesn't answer your question, then beat it.

you don't know how it feels when you love someone so much, and you don't even know what the hell that person is thinking. so much for one-sided. but what can I say? we used to be together for a short period of time. he fell for me once then. who knows what could happen.

you don't know how it feels, when you think about that someone so much, until you started to think whether he even thought about thinking of you in the first place. it just makes you wonder whether you're wasting your time. it makes you sigh so deeply.

you don't know how it feels, when you are interested in this hot dude you just met and both of you are getting along rather well. & then it's just that moment when you are considering if you would like to hang out with this hunk, just so suddenly, you think of this someone at the back of your mind. it makes you wanna go, "RARGH! Who the hell do I want now?!" does this sounds familiar? I'm sure you do. we all go through this.

yeah if you know how that feels, good for you. so, people describe such a girl like me a flirt. yeah whatever you say. COME ON, we aren't robots for goodness sake. I have fetishes and I am sure all of us do. such fetishes make you go ga-ga over them for a period of time.

somehow, it's just that someone I make an exception for; someone whom I reserved a space in my heart for. & that's Dixie. he made me go through painful dilemmas. I don't blame him at all. I blame myself for loving him too much. this sounds like some drama-mama, but I think some girls out there think the same way too. you can still call me a flirt, yeah. I'm just like one of the misunderstood pole-dancers you see out there. I'm not appealing for your understanding. I'm merely voicing out. whatever you think, it's your problem now.

Yeah, I love Dixie.
& I'm proud of that.
guys may come and go in my life, as there are now. but then again, who knows what could happen. say whatever you want. make fun of me. say I'm desperate. say I'm cheap. oh yeah, and a flirt? whatever it is, as long as I know that I'm not like that, I'm not like that. yeah and that's final.



I emphasized on a word strongly here.
yeah you got it; FLIRT.
girls like to taunt each other with this very word. I don't know why. bringing her down mentally? ah, I guess it works somehow or rather yeah. trying to make her look bad so that your friends would not get close to her? ah, what a childish way of living life. stop being narrow-minded, people girls. read up the dictionary before throwing words at people, kay?



why did God even create humans?
why do we have feelings like fear, arrogance, shyness, boldness? why are there just some people who could not care less about themselves but care so much about other people? yeah, in other words, why are they so 'kaypoh'? what is a blog for when I need to mind almost whatever I'm going to talk about? yeah, whatever. taunt me if you want. tease me if you want. envy me if you want. curse me if you want. you can do anything behind my back. whatever it is, never ever provoke me or agitate me directly. people just love to interfere, right?


it's the exam period.
& I don't want to be distracted.
& I think you think the same way too.
Ahhah but still, I love you.