delicate

On this particular cold night, i feel extremely exhausted.

I recalled your frail smile at the gym that day. You look fucking pale and your arms are freaking skinny. But your smile just look so comforting. Thats when i realised, how much i miss you. You know? Your smile is good enough to paint a smile on my stone face despite being tired from training. i got no idea why actually :)

No matter what situation you're in, how wasted you were, like you used to. i guess i can't do much but just stay by your side. like how we lingered outside timbre. Many things are left unspoken, but from far, you know i'm always there. I would prefer not to speak because sometimes i feel words are cheap. Many times people abused their words. And i seriously dislike that. Yeah, being quiet and thats me.

With that aside, MR500 and Macau is approaching. i need strength, i need support from whoever that i hoped. I'm tired but still going strong. I'll push hard with my heart and soul, until my last bit of energy disappear.

jess, you can do it.

YES, I CAN!

6hrs training later. WTF -gasp!-