We have been warned that ANGER pushes us to the extremes.
Yet we treaded on where we shouldn't.
The demons are borned and blood is spilled.
Now bruises dress our armours and everything else is shattered.
But we still love us.
tRyinG....
This is what I am trying hard to do....
But I guess any one can tell that I'm not really trying hard enough when the wretched quiz is about some 14 hours away, I've barely started my revision for it... and, u see my new entry posted here.
Bleh... So dead this time round ><P/S: Yes, that's my tweezer you see at the top left corner of the pic. Don't ask why, its really for obvious reasons why a tweezer is in my stationery pouch. I've got a mirror somewhere in my bag too, all for "eye-bush" overgrown emergencies. Haha.Then again, don't under-estimate the TWEEZER for it multi-function uses. For instance, I use this to poke irritating males who have a tendency to fall asleep, then fall against me on the MRT. Just hide it under my folded arms and hold it against the space-intruder. Not sharp enough to break the skin, but definitely hard enough to make an uncomfortable impression and wake the fellow up. No need for frowns or making loud *Tsk Tsk*, a poke is all u need!! :O)
