It hurts.

I was surfing through *Friendster* and was looking through all my friends' pages.

Pictures of them with their boyfriend, pictures of them in Ipoh with their boyfriend, pictures of them kissing, pictures of them hugging each other, and captions that says a millions about how much they're in love.



You don't know how much it hurts leaving you behind. or rather how much I am willing to give up just to have that again.

People have been telling me. about how difficult long distance relationships can be. how that only the strongest survives and the weakest will just die down. for now, ive done that. experienced it. and hate it.

yes i hate it.

i hate it so much it hurts. The boyfriend and i talk for hours over the internet. we webcam so often that I think I've stared at him more than i actually use to back home.

...but it's different. it hurts even more seeing each other so much but not being able to have any physical touch. when we fight, it's sad that we can't even hold each other in our arms and give comfort. I need him now. more than ever. and i mean it.

I'm thankful. I'm the one always breaking down. always the one trying to call it off. trying to find a way out from this suffering. but in the end, I'm so glad he was the one who held on and told me to be strong with us.

I had a nice chat with a girl named Martina from Finland and she told me that if a guy was actually serious enough to wait for you, (as she explained her situation, she and her American boyfriend has a year and a half LDR) then he must be committed enough to be that 'special' one.

oh don't think i had this posted up yet. did you know that the boyfriend's body is like a HUGE drawing board?!



yes i drew a house on his back.

gosh i miss him.


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Irritating.

I bought a cheap toaster and told my flatmates that they are always welcomed to use it.

this afternoon i came home and saw alot of breadcrumbs ALL over the table on MY side of the kitchen.

"X, was Wouter using the toaster?"
"No i was using it. why?"
"There are breadcrumbs all over the table. why didn't you clean it?" trying to sound polite.
"Sher Lyn. It's just bread." that bloody greek girl snapped at me.

WTF. if i took all those bread crumbs and threw it on HER side of the kitchen then maybe i could say the same thing, 'they're just bread, X.'



"Yes but it was kind enough of me to lend you the toaster and you couldn't at least help me clean it?!" I lost my cool and snapped back.

and she was defeated into silence. and hasnt spoken to me since.

Immature donkey 0 - Pink Smurf 1




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I baked Pizza!


All by myself!!

well of course given credit to Neils, my flatmate from Norway.
But yay for myself!



*smurff proud*


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Yes I admit.

I find boys who cook, sexy. O_O




This is Wouter from Holland. it was so adorable when he came knocking on my door to ask if he could borrow my rice cooker.


L-R: Wouter, Wouter ( my flatmate ), Tim. *confusing* O_O
I wonder why Dutch people actually like the name 'Wouter'? -_-

*sheessshh*