lovers rage, broken page

So many people come, so many people go. I think in the end, the only person I should bother getting along with is myself. 

I should get my priorities in life right. Then I can bid this stalemate goodbye. I know what I want in life and it's going to take plenty of hard work (and luck) to get to it. 

can't read

What it means to be 19 is to walk with a swagger, be the cockiest motherfucker on earth, imaginary ciggs in my left pocket, and my ego (the size of texas) condensed into my right. To be fucking sarcastic and sartorial, tongue dripping with venom, just trying to prove I'm tougher then I actually really am. To try to be another product of self-hatred - lose my culture, my faith, my religion, my morals; lose myself.

No nothing can get you down

You're a fighter. Don't give up. 

PELH

awake alone. fight it elizabeth, fight it

Singapore dreaming; no one else matters

I want to live in river valley, near the river or at least somewhere in Robertson quay area (despite it being a stone's throw away from my current home). I want to have Hotel Costes playing in the background of my living room, me in my underwear eating sushi take out, maybe owning a few expensive shoes and dresses that can last me a lifetime and just waiting for David to come home. 

Just dance

I'm quite disappointed with my results, I did work hard or rather I gave it my best shot but I got nothing but an array of C and Ds. It's not that I'm terribly stupid or what, but often I feel like a fish out of water.

Still, I find it so hard to resign to the fact that I have little or rather not much aptitude for this line of  discipline, namely science. A part of me, wants to say - that's fucking life you can't be good at everything. Then there's this part that whispers, you can do it, try harder! 

I guess gotta try try try again!

Yesterday I was on the company bus, listening to Jamiroquai and having this very strange revelation. 

I may not be pretty, smart, funny, charming, popular, well-dressed like most other girls, but it doesn't matter anymore. The Big daddy in the sky gave me spunk and wit and that's all I'll ever need.

PS: I'm so tired, I wish it I could fly (and sleep on a cloud) to the way to work. 

PPS: Ty HMKs!

Smile, you will be my shield

Tomorrow, exam results. 

Day after tomorrow, work

Day day after tomorrow, I say we party whether good or bad results/news/weather/whatever

God spare me some sanity.