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Looking back at the old messages...
"希望你不要再对我乱发脾气......因为我会怕......."
Looking back at the old pictures...
"原来它们也不是想像中的特出..."
Thanks for the memories.
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0545. Pitch black. 0600. Dramas.0615. Orange Sky0745. Door slammed. Stormed out.0755. Orange Sky repetitiously 0800. Hangover in the making0803. Followed by emoism 0820. Disfunctional artwork display 0824. 太阳0828. 十字架0830. Cath...0834. 单身潜逃0838. Torn0845. 流沙0848 下个星期去英国
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How could I woke up in the middle of the night? How could I found myself listening to the quiet thoughts of you?How could I not realised the beauty of quiet night?How could I not knowing to enjoy the beauty of that silence surrounds us?How could I wish that you would play your role to keep on blattering, and me being silence enjoying every single word from you?I, who was lost...
believing life was only...
a bitter tragic joke...
have found with you...
the meaning of existence...
oh my love
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She's tall.
She's fit.
She's well-dressed.
She's decent-looking.
But I'm extremely annoyed by the retardation.
How could she not knowing what she ordered?
How could she be so dumb and took my mocha?
Not cute.
Not even a tiny weenie bit of that silly cuteness.
I don't mind waiting.
I don't mind redo the whole thing.
But please, have a little respect for others.
Or least, have yourself a little brain for that one second.
I hate showing that bitchy attitude, that's not the best of me and I don't like showing that.
I wish the barista wouldn't be misunderstood by the whole bitchiness.
I just simply can't stand her.
I'm just simply annoyed and agitated by her dumbness which lies beneath that well-present appearance.
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