be strong.

20% happy, 30% aching, 50% ashamed = 100% mortified.

i only did that out of desperation, but why am i feeling so desperate?

i'm looking forward, glancing back occasionally.

that face, that smile, and those lovely hands.

they are in a totally different world now, one that i can't understand, can't be in, can't reach no matter how familiar it looks.

people talk about always, always, without understanding.

hmmm..

This is what we do when we get sick of work. btw, happy bday polly (like months back)













plus, the perks! professional shots!! here i come modelling world! (for dwarfs) muahahahaha.







bunch a bimbos. ahhh, work.