Im startin to get grip of what i want. I have always preferred maself to be in a state where everything is within ma control. This will only make me feel confident and a sense of security. I detest da feeling of walkin on a thin line in da middle of air. It is threatening and i will slip and fall. Do you?

I should really bang maself against the wall. Da world is not speakin right. Earthlings are getting more irritating. Im not in ma best state. Needless to say, the mood to blog.

I had a deep conversation with Ryan. Don's colleague. I have always enjoy a chat with him. He is eva that intrigueing. Dat always leave me wanting to dig more fer it. He was sayin, im an attractive yet fiesty ladey. On da contrary, i have a soft core within. Fer that, i beg to differ. Cos i believe everyone has a soft spot. Being soft is not ma core, butta maybe one of ma many facade. Think, how many time has he seen me? Wad he had seen, might be da one of the many facade i have. Ha.. all i can say, i appreciate and admire his wits.

I attended a call. A familiar voice across. I mentioned bout da quivering voice when i was doin ma presentation earlier. He showed dismay and disappointment. Apparently, he holds high hopes on me.

Run. Run as far as where ya legs bring ya to.
Hide, into da sea of human beings or barrow yaself into a hole.
But that is neva gonna be long.
Ya will be arrowed out. Sooner. Later.
I finally understand this phrase at a late age. "Ya can run, but ya cant hide."

On the light note itself, i have completed an assignment. One down more to go.