December 2011
written
I don’t write well when I’m happy. My literature only peaks when I’m severely depressed and emotional. Which bothers me a hell lot because I truly do enjoy writing, and being egoistic and realistic, I’d like to think my literature is pretty not bad and impressive in some sorts of way.
But it doesn’t happen when my emotions are brightly coloured. No, happiness...
When you fall in love with a piece of clothing,...
always
joy
I have been feeling very happy, and it’s the sort of happy that lingers on, like the aftertaste of good vanilla ice cream, and that makes me happier.
I’m happy that I didn’t advance my stupid thoughts like suicide, and I’m happy I chose to continue studying in Singapore instead of venturing overseas, and I’m happy I decided to let go of my exboyfriend months ago, and...
christmas gifts
Two very important gifts have been given to me this christmas, and I cannot be more thankful.
#1 gift my exboyfriend sent me a genuine text with a link to my favourite scene of Love, Actually (the part where the dude turns up at the chick’s door with all the signs proclaiming his love for her) and he wished sincerely I would be happy in the future and he now has understood to finally let me...
inconsistent
The word is: “why”
When you can easily get any girl with your good looks and charm. You can make any girl swoon and feel special. And there are plenty of them. Millions of them. Most of them prettier than me, and less intense and less of a bitch. So why pick me? Why pick me over my 600 + female friends on facebook, of which an approximate 70% are bangin’ hot and of which half of...
