i hate. you. really.

i hate my hair, i hate the stylist that destroyed my hair even more. its so bad until its almost unspeakable. not going out isnt an option so i'll try.

its so tiring. sometimes. all the time.
and sometimes, all the times, you wish there was a superman who would save you from all these. somebody, your superman, would tell you its okay. its all okay. no matter what, he loves you still. better yet, forever too.

i tend to like tvb's show where the guy's some hero that goes around saving people and helping people anonymously. somehow, no matter no un-hero the outfit is or how non-hero his looks are, he wld always look very hero...-ic and that is extremely endearing to me.

haha, so yes. i've finished yet another set of them and its not as good anymore but at least i liked certain parts of it, haha. And yes, that includes he in his hero..-ic sauveness and non hero looks.

My darling hubby; you might wanna collect your luggage before next friday; cos im leaving for hk already! :D

And honey: WHERES MY MONEY? haha! it rhymes! Jk, can pass me before friday? Thanks!

and no, i cant do jack and the beansprout. i want to go! and yes, i owe you but ive got a damn flight to catch.....


I need to go get the bloody chinese software! :(