Sometimes a white lie can salvage so much more than the truth ever will..

When the clouds are dark and the sky is soot,
when no one sees but judges,
when hope dries to a trickle and worries flood you,
when the heart crumbles and yearns,
know that i am here.

p.s Ok really bad attempt at poet-ing.

I’m driving an illegal car!! Pray i don’t get caught! Cos my car’s registration has expired and i havent renewed it yet! ARGH!

The world grows heavy with secrets, problems, depressions and NOT BEING ABLE TO GET TUTORIAL TIMINGS OF THEIR CHOICE!

Just yesterday i found out that people have an issue with trusting me. I didn’t know it was that bad. Do i really seem that untrustworthy? Do i look like i’m full of deep dark secrets that no one knows? It is a problem when people don’t trust me. There’s nothing to build on except giving the benefit of the doubt.

I guess those who know me knows that i don’t really share my personal stuff with them unless they’re really really close. And i mean really close. It’s just the way i am. Will i be able to make it better? Would i be able to get people to trust me?

"Just trust me". But i guess that is a sentence that holds no weight to people that matter.

p.s I’ll try to load pics from my NZ trip another time, when i actually get the pictures.