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Josephine.
Since 1988.
A tub of Strawberry Cheesecake Ice-cream with my favourite Hollywood flicks pretty sums me up.







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Thursday, July 10, 2008

I came up, had a cup of water and started thinking through those words. Perhaps my mind went blank, like totally, till the extent that only certain words come knocking by the door of my heart. Ya duh duh, I was like whatever. Yes, whatever did save my breath. Whatever did me a winning but that was a history. I won? Did I really win? Forget it. Being a winner makes me a sinner. Being a winner makes me one who is seemingly losing my heart but expecting the one who is also losing it as well to win it back.

At the back of my head, I lost. I really lost, speechless. I don't wanna be a winner. I never wanted it. I just wanna be..me. Just me.