Actually I'm not really sure where to start because suddenly things started running in my head at one time. If I could, I would write all of them down at once but that is obviously not possible so I have to find another way to put across my thoughts in an appropriate and possible way.

I've a confession to make, I've not let go of everything just yet. It's too difficult for me to say goodbye to seven years. I stopped, but I started pondering again as to whether our paths met to end in such agony is it?

But I do know, sometimes we've got to let go before ever being able to hold onto something we can call real. And sometimes what we let go might just be what we actually trully want. Is that always the way it is? We're always given a choice and when choices are made, whether we look at it as a wrong move or a right one, we'll be lead to another route soon after. So all in all, if its destined, we'll go all the way back around to the original route and nothing will be trully lost.

I guess a small part of me is still in denial. By the way, friends; good or bad, they'll stay in your mind for a very long time. I'll use that as an excuse for now.

Ok sidetracking, aside the cock-face above, my hair is long and is growing even longer. I'm in need of modifications baby!(girls will always be girls) No Afro, no more Bailey-bob. I've enough looking like any other malay girls.

Also, I'm such a hyprocrite. I've got Kate Nash on replay; can't help the fact she's like a replica of Lily Allen(give birth quick and start singing again please). Oh dear, but Pumpkin Soup is just the song that tells all!