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Me.

I'm one of God's creation
A plain girl who realise her full potential is barely reached
Babysit, eating, sleeping and dancing is her best leisure ability
Loves her family & friends to bits
No life ahead without them in my life..
Currently 7hrs away from home
Right now loving the life she is leading in Adelaide only because there are so many things she got herself involved in..
And it is not worthless involvements, mind you..


Friday, April 13, 2007
I've got this feeling

I've got this feeling...
It is neither love nor hate,
Neither jealousy nor possessing,
Not anger nor peace,
Not depressed nor cool,
Not sensitive nor inferior,
I've just got this feeling;
For You.
Yea....It is that confusing..
I was unable to sleep last night. Up till about 5am in the morning. Tossing and turning in my bed thinking. Thinking of alot of random thoughts which still did not come to any conclusion in the end. I felt so lost and worried about it that I felt like calling some people up to go out and loosen up. But who do I call at 5 in the morning? I thanked "him" when the lights in my grandma's room was turned on, getting ready for morning prayers. What was I thinking about which kept me up till wee hours I can only wonder.