I want to tell the truth, but…
1. They might be freaking out at the truth. BUT they’re the kind who rather I tell them the truth than them opening the can of worms.
2. They might be okay with the truth. THIS IS VERY DEBATABLE.
When a witch appears and the music plays. I get pretty freaked out enough for it to play in my ears so much so I can’t fall asleep sometimes. But I’m a pig…so ok bai.
Hoozah! Thanks to the boipren for the Moleskine organiser~ 
WANTS/NEEDS:
- more clothes (!!!) MOMMAH PLEASE SHOW ME THE MONEY, my mind is strong but my purse is weak! (quoting denver’s cousin LOL)
- a pair of converses, I think this should be done every year.
- flats
- Marc Jacobs Daisy/ Paul Smith Rose
- Contacts
- hair dryer with cold air function
- A MATTRESS
- a wardrobe, the current one is so worn the exterior wooden layer is peeling
- a trim of the bangs
….ok I’m trying to be realistic here. 
doubt can get everything by this year :’( NEVER MIND GOT CHEENA NEW YEAR COME QUICK!
JUST SHUT UP, WHAT’S WRONG WITH SHUTTING UP? YOU WON’T BE DISAPPOINTED WHEN IT IS BRUSHED AWAY LIKE CRUMBS ON THE TABLES. SO SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP. YOU’RE NOT IMPORTANT, PEOPLE WON’T TAKE WHAT YOU SAID SERIOUSLY. THERE IS NO HOPING TO THAT. THERE IS NO CHANGING TO THAT. YOU’RE UNIMPORTANT.
CHINESE FAMILIES ARE SO FUCKED UP. I HATE , HATE, HATE THE CONCEPT OF FAMILY. THINGS NEVER GO MY WAY CAUSE I HAVE A FUCKING VAGINA BUT I REFUSE TO FUCKING TO CONDONE TO SUCH FUCKEDUPKERY OF THE ANCIENT, CAUSE I’M AGGRESSIVE LIKE THAT AND OoOoOoOOh MY FAMILY MEMBERS AREN’T!?! SO AM I SUPPOSED TO GIVE KNEEL DOWN TO EVERYTHING?! wtf SERIOUSLY no wars would have started and the blacks would still be looked down. SO WHAT MOTHER?! SO WHAT IF I’M BORN FEMALE? I’M NOT GOING TO CONDONE NONSENSE PEOPLE GIVE LIKE YOU, I’VE NO TOLERANCE FOR SUCH NONSENSE AND I WANT TO LIVE A LIFE WHERE I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO TOLERATE SUCH FUCKED UP-NESS. SO WHAT MOTHER? SO WHAT IF I’M BORN FEMALE? I’M NOT GOING TO CLEAN HOUSES FOREVER HELLO YOU MIGHT AS WELL NOT PUT ME THROUGH 10 FUCKING YEARS OF EDUCATION (AND COUNTING) FOR ME TO CLEAN THE FUCKING HOUSE CAUSE I HAVE A FUCKING VAGINA SO I SHOULD FUCKING CLEAN THE HOUSE. THEN HOW YOU PUT THE BROTHERS THROUGH EDUCATION TO BECOME MALE CHAUVINISTIC PIGS?! SERIOUSLY. WHY IS A MAID SO HARD TO GET WHEN IT CAN MAKE MY LIFE SO MUCH BETTER.
- Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.
- Oscar Wilde
Irish dramatist, novelist, & poet (1854 – 1900)
Dec. 22nd [1938] — Betrayals during war are childlike compared with our betrayals during peace. New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire.
OMG Childhood memories! I feel like eating this, okeh thanks to the heat and my oh-so-graceful elder brother, I am now awake. Gonna go back to sleep again.
It’s finally December! November felt like it took forever for it to pass. Really sleepy and restless during lecture now, thanks to being caffeinated high! But I know I can sleep if I’m allowed to, as usual.
Things happened, sometimes for the wrong reasons, sometimes just at the wrong time. They have to happen I guess, that what we delusional humans would call as experiences, the nastier word would be mistakes. The events that happened also made me realise that, even though we may know someone for a very long time, there are things to discover about the person everyday. I did learn at least, from everything and hoping they stay deep inside the mushy organ that is the brain.
It’s also strange that whenever I express my insecurity on having to do things alone, the other party would usually say that they would rather do things alone. The peculiar thing is that they don’t, do things alone that is. Not that I’ve seen the ones who gave me that answer actually doing it. So I guess we are all, at some point of time, hypocritical. Gawd, what happened to stuff that just simply happened in Roald Dahl and Enid Blyton stories, at some point of time in the past, I used to believe they held some kind of truth.
Lunched alone for once and it really did feel nice to just be alone, eating and drinking. Whilst trying to clear the accumulated posts on my Google Reader. Felt a little surprised as well, for really random acquaintances to just say hai to me when I barely talk to them and no I was not diverting my gaze away from them, I was just enraptured by the cuteness at Cute Overload.
