being some1 who collect these bottles... particularly.. the passion fruit's was tied wif a bow, filled wif purple crystals and some rolled untold story.. it was a big leap for me to bring that bottle out of my mini room.. all the stories were written.. there's one.. with tears.. and some happy notes too.. regardlessly.. i opened up the bottle.. n took some pics out of it..
i can hear my own heart beat wen i snap those pics.. n yes.. my stomach's drums too.. cos i was so hungry at that time... now jus look at my lil bottle..
coldness in the studio,, vaporized my bottle... watever..
an upclose of my lil note tied wif purple string..
an upclose of my lil note tied wif purple string..
crystal surrounding my notes seems getting lesser day by day.. perhaps the notes are multiplying themselves in the bottle..
recently i've learned some lesson.. neva help ppl without thinking for urself.. thou i'm not the 1 whom get the rude yell but i feel extremely offended.. pretty piss wif some ppl's attitude.. wen u r needed.. polite asking will b how they speak.. else.. even if u neva ask for any favor.. ppl still treat u rudely.. yes i still feel offended.. arrghh.. i'm still waiting for my dinner... which will soon turn to supper.. i'm tired.. real tired.. my DI.. my TC.. watever... oh my... thinking bout video as now i'm chattin wif 20 i really feel abit more down.. as some others seems so interesting n ours.. macam tarak "feel"... i now can announce.. i feel hopeless.... T__T... but feeling hopeless will not add a note in my bottle... the bottle... is some other.... untold.. remain only somewhere~~~
**i cant help myself but to throw myself inside a dungeon full of emoness..
**no time to edit pic..
**wen will i post final post for hot air balloon??
