Everytime i see a depressing post or photo or whatever, i tell myself to stay away from it because i'm sure if i read them, i will feel like crap too. But i don't feel like shit actually. In fact i have been feeling pretty good nowadays. It's just those sad stuffs that makes me sad. That makes me want to feel sadness. Which is just.... Sad. I don't want to feel moody. I want to be happy. I want bubble tea.

Staring at this space, hitting the Backspace button countless times, trying to string my thoughts into words, waiting for time to pass...

Gloomy tired Thursday.

Waiting for Jens to come over and pick me up (yay mwa) so we can go get some fuckn awesome tau huey from Lao Ban if it's still open else we are going to get ice cream! Having this huuuuuge crave for sweet stuffs for daysssss it's frustrating and doing no good to my waistline, sigh

I've 10 over sandfly bites on my ankle right now it looks so bad and diseased that i cringe every time i look at it. Plus the itch is killing me....... No joke. + Work tomorrow, bleh

An ad shoot i did a while back and now it's finally up. The shoot was so fuss-free and fun! I remember myself thinking that the photographer was just doing test shots until he said "Ok done we got it!" hahaha. I think they are in...Cheers???


5:40pm Is it possible for someone to be sick of being all bright, high and cheery? It is perfectly ok to feel down and awful and hate the world sometimes without any reasons right.... Right?

This bunch of girls i met through working at BFF, which is, by the way, the best job one could ever have. (Whose bosses would bring their staffs out to party and drink and get themselves drunk and insanely funny?!) We rot, we eat, we cam-whore, we stone, sometimes we party, we eat again, we waste time, we cam-whore again, we complain, we have our awkward moments here & there - That's our Fridays for you. I love how they make my Fridays complete, even though sometimes we just don't do anything at all. ♥


Internship Week 6 Day 1 - I feel that i've grown. I'm not that young and naive Me i'm years ago. I learnt that there are different kind of people around, the real, down-to-earth ones, the funny ones, the "i'll only cover my backside" ones, the fake ones, they truly kind and naive ones.... I've learnt to accept them all.

This is life and i'm only starting to experience it.
And maybe not liking it...

In the past twelve months at least ten people have committed suicide here. In the past week alone, three people. One of those happened to be a twelve year old boy. I can’t even grasp the fact that so many people have felt like they had no one to talk to and that nothing could get better. I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I’ve never thought about it - everyone has, but to actually go through with it is a totally different story. As hard as it is sometimes to even think of getting out of bed and get through the day, I could not do that to my family, I don’t think they could handle it. I know I couldn’t handle it if someone I was incredibly close to decided that their lives weren’t worth it without at least trying to talk to me about it. I’m not saying that talking will fix everything, but it’s worth a fucking try.

I once told my Mother, in all seriousness, that I didn’t want to exist anymore. What she got from that was that I wanted to kill myself. I guess in a way, maybe I did. She looked at me and said “If you kill yourself that’s it. Death is forever.” I already knew this, but having her say it to me made all the difference. If I had killed myself, I’d miss out on so much. Some days I fucking hate everything and nothing and no one seems worth it. A lot of the time, I am miserable. But even on those really fucked up days, something will make me smile. There is too much beauty in the world to quit and I’m reminded of that everyday.

Basically, what I’m trying to say is, it can’t be shit all the time. Things are always changing, for better or worse. As Bukowski said: What matters most is how well you walk through the fire. I don’t give a shit if we’re not friends, if you need me to listen to you, then speak the fuck up. Talk to me, or someone else, before you decide your life isn’t worth it. Do not give up when there’s still something to hold onto. Pick yourself up and move the fuck on from whatever it is that’s messing with your head. You’re worth it and if you’re not going to keep going for someone else’s sake, at least do it for your own. Don’t throw it all away when it means so much. You are important. Your life matters - remember.

Taken from x



Inhale.

Exhale.

Super cute The Simpsons cereals!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's Thursday. Means this week is almost over. Means i've almost successfully survived through 2 weeks of work yesssss. Internship is boring. I don't care if i would regret saying this but i really wish they would give me more work to do. Time is ticking by so very s..l...o..w..l..y today

It's only 4:42 oh my god...... meh


I kinda miss Zouk sausage mash

I kinda miss posting my face here

I kinda miss my bed... No i really do miss my bed.