ntu soci 3rd year x))
17th april 1987
5'7 tall
I don't tolerate incongruity
Music, Dancefloor makes me come alive
A world of self denial i live
embodiment of ice
YDesires.
canon ixus 970is or
fujifilm f100d
clothes
maintain GPA of 4.0 above
happiness
pretty skin
i like to blog-hop alot read about people's blissful love life and can't help feeling happy for them
i remember i used to buy a stalk of flower for myself whenever i feel down to cheer myself up i remember buying small little things and wrap it up and address to myself
i will then have the urge to spend all the money i've with me on those pretty, expensive cakes/pastries and gobble them down
mid-autumn festival is coming and i ought to feel excited as i will be every year but i don't feel anything even the wide varieties of mooncakes can't tempt me anymore
i hate the feeling of not being able to turn in whenever the clock strikes eleven but now i've not yawn a single bit
when people say shopping is therapeutic maybe it does because it provides you a channel of satisfaction to compensate for what's lacking
sometimes you feel so lonely other than the fact i'm an only child i've to keep everything to myself regardless happy or sad emotions no one to share with there'll always be moments you think that no one gives a damn about you and you feel so insignificant
i like to listen to sean kingston's /beautiful girl\..."
your way to beautiful girl that's why it will never work you had me suicidal, suicidal when you say it's over
at least hearing someone seemingly complimenting you makes you feel better
i got 101 things on my wishlist and hope they'll fall from the sky pray hard i can print notes to buy all of them or people can be nice to read my mind and get them for me thinking i can smile from ear to ear if i can own all of them
its a pity i'm always thinking of surprises for people (even though i may not have the means, but the thought actually counts in this instance, but sad to know that such thought doesn't even blink once in people's mind)
actually all are just forms of self-denial perhaps i show symptoms of an escapist or i really do suffer from escapism?