Week 1

It’s been a week.

I might seem fine at times but trust me, I’m not. Whenever I think of you, I can’t help but feel sad. I still have dreams of you almost every single day. I guess I still can’t accept the fact we’re walking separate paths now.

I look around my room and I’m constantly reminded of you. Our pictures lie around, the cards you gave me, are all remnants of memories of what we had in the past.

The pain is still lingering.

Protected: Important

This content is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:

Password:

Fears

When the magnitude of fear suddenly increases exponentially, where do we seek solace?

We close our eyes, hoping, praying that it is just a bad dream, but reality crashes in the moment we open.

When fear cripples and rips out every ounce of self-belief we possess…

Where do we go?

Mon Dieu

I peered over at my watch, 0952. I stoned.

Another quick glance at it, 0953.

Just once more, 0953!?

My God, My God. Or.. Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu, as Garance would’ve put it. The last couple of hours have been burnt looking at Scott Schuman and Garance Doré blogs.

On one particular day, I was doing some read-ups on alcohols like whiskey, cognac, rosé, cointreau(its kwan-tro, in case you’re guessing coin-tru) etc.

I think its important to know what you’re drinking in case you get caught dead. Just a few minutes of reading might spare you the blushes the next time you’re at town’s swankiest bars.

I heard someone once said whiskey is the same as cognac. Mon dieu, mon dieu

A Song For Every Soul

“All day, staring at the ceiling making friends with shadows on my wall.” For the insomniacs.

“I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope, with anything.” For the driven ones.

“We are just, misguided ghosts” For the lost.

“Cos when I close my eyes and drift away, I think of you and everything’s okay. I’m finally now believing.” For the hopeful lover.

Pizza Won’t Help

So I’ve eaten my cold and pungent smelling pizza.

I’m tired. Caffeine doesn’t help.

I’m homesick.

I need some form of distraction.

Divine intervention is totally out of this world.

I’m going cranky. I need to be out…

2011

Resolutions and Goals. Are they meant to be fulfilled, or is it just for show?

“I want to slim down”, “I want to be fitter”, “I want to (blahblahblah)” are just some of the super common resolutions which we hear of all the time. And the truth of the matter is, it isn’t gonna happen. People are gonna chow down till their belly pops their pant buttons, people are gonna procrastinate going to the gym or going for a jog. In a worldwide survey, on a super minor percentage of people actually fulfill their resolutions, like perhaps 4% of the 60% who makes resolutions.

Am I going to make resolutions. Nope, I won’t. Don’t ask me why, don’t force me to. I just won’t do it. If I were to change, I’ll know what to do. I don’t need to wait till a new year then decide on what aspect of myself I want to improve on.

But here’s a goal I’ll make. But another statement apparel. Last year, I bought my Y-3. Now its time to plan for one more. This will be the one I’ll be working towards.

I think tops are not worth the penny. Jeans would be perfect. Shoes? Maybe my obsession for shoes might displace this pair of jeans. Now, to save up!

I’d really want to go on a holiday with Rene this year as well. Everything is still in its preliminary stage, so I’m hoping for developments in the future.

On a side note, I’ve gotten all my clothes I need for Chinese New Year, there’s a big relief for me.

Take care and have a great year ahead!

No. 18

Number eighteen… While I’m stranded in camp and my girl is having her beauty sleep. Never mind, we’ll make it up for it when I book out. We’ll got L-hunting!!!(try figuring it out what it is :D)

Its been wonderful all these time and lets carry it on into the future. Cruise on SECOND year!

I love you loads baby!

xoxo xoxo,
xo-boy 😀

PS. it was a sweet post, thank you baby.

Aged

Aged like a vintage wine, but not much traits of a wine. Maybe more mature, but definitely not flavourful.(laughs)

Hitting 21 is like a being a Sim, that little time bar blinks and the icon changes, but nothing else really changes much, other than personal aspirations. If I were a Sim, I’d be really fun to play with(i’m positive on that).

Anyway, I had a wonderful celebration with my family, girlfriend and close friends on different days seperately. It was heart-warming and there isn’t any other way I would like to spend it.

I’m no longer a teen, and so I should stop acting like one. That’s a good mindset to kick-off this journey. 🙂

Trivia

I am a really fussy eater.

No drum stick, no tempura, no carrots, peas, cabbage, lettuce. What else?