i dont know whether i should be proud or ashamed of myself.
i scolded a little boy.
why?

the story goes like that:
i was walking with stephh to her house,
for project as usual.
& i saw 2 little boys "playing" with a cat.
then, the boy grab the poor cat by the stomach with 1 hand,
& place it on a pole(those pole to stop bicycle to cross over),
& the poor cat fell from there
because the circumference of the pole is obviously not enough for the cat to even stand.

then, i dont know what came over me.
i just walk over.
& i asked," why did you throw the cat?"
(his friend run away already)
then, he said in a arrogant manner,
"i never throw, i was just playing with the cat."
i said,
"you never throw? then, why you put the cat on the pole?"
he said,
"i was playing with it."
i said,
"cant you see the cat is scare of you when you even tried to carry it?"
he said,
"i never throw it."
(gonna cry soon.)
then stephh ask me to go.

the boy is obviously trying to disturb the poor cat lah.
he was wearing a glove on 1 of the hand.
so angry can.
but if it was the old me,
i would have walk away.
i guess having little diamond made me a animal lover?
btw, i am scare of cats.
haha!


this letter is specially dedicated to stephsteph.

Dear stephh,

thanks my dear girl.
you had been a lovely friend.
a friend who i can confide in,
a friend that hear me rant bout things tat is obviously of no significance to you,
a friend that care, felt sad because i'm sad.

you've been a good listening ear.
sorry about sighing constantly,
showing the sad face, unintentionally thou.
i've been trying to hide it all inside.
but sometimes, it's just hard.
especially when everything let you down.

my dear girl, you are nice, kind and lovely.
i'm glad that we're friends.

projects are getting hard on us.
let's try to pass everything together.
dont stress ourselves too much yea?

thanks once again, sweet.

Love Crystal.


i'm good at hiding myself in the past,
but i think i'm losing the trick in doing that.
i showed all my feelings.
anger, compassion, gratitude, misery,
& the feeling of missing you.
good or bad?