Note; I 've change my number. So if you still wanna keep in contact, do ask.
Cause 1)I've lost so manyyyyyy of your nos except for my bfs which I can rem.
2) I dont wanna mass send t ppl who're not interested aka sombong.
Thanks (:

Anw, lately life(My) have been painted in black &white. I told Tina its not an understatement; its more like an inference sentence where you explicitly need 2 different point of views; which, either one, I ended, is (hands down) bloody hell right.

1) Black &white is beautiful. Its like way back t th 60s w Audrey Hepburn, Edie Sedgwick &Janis Joplin; where women were real icons, where people were REAL &men (???) (just darn norm). B&W is a pioneer effect w an enhance base way before any other colour. They are pure, significant & strong. When things are said/ are painted B&W, ppl derive it t be very simple; but through simplicity, it demanded more appreciation. It always tell a story behind it not everybody could understand. They need a different eye t celebrate this display of less variations. Most take it as a sultry work of art; very moodily preoccupied whereas some find it transforming t a prospect; a different way of seeing things; like a culture.

Oh well, back t life being B&W, t me, I'm starting t have my senses growing a momentum of adverting away from my fear; th so called painting defines strength, &w it, I could ever taste my bravado again, while I have th satisfaction of putting up a pretence that my life is gonna end up just fine. Its like a very tiny part of my life is on display while th rest, is behind th wall, somehow. You know, similar t chalk zone, where there's a whole other life behind those concretes?? Anw, all I need is a brush, you know, &some colours; whereas, I'm th white paint (water, eraser, whatever). I can choose t hide away any flaws in th lines, my choice. Whaat's th hands? You would ask. I dunno, &I dont care. I just want th fucking picture t end up beautiful.

2)Again, back t th second point of view, it's th less variety thingy, you know? Lacking of diversity &all.. Too monotonous/ mundane, whatever.

Wouldnt I want my life, painted more colours?
1) Definitely yes, in a way anw. I'm desperately in need of more expression. I'm down t only two now; anger &hunger(not of food).
2) No, cause that way, things are never too far away from th fathomable, th pavement of expectations. I dont want having th disorder of being confused &questionable all th time. It makes me insecure, irritable &cranky. Nobody wants that. Nobody likes me being like that. They would be on a queue t run (more like sprint), like they alw use to, whenever I'm that. But they aren't suppose to. I dont want them to.

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