Good-byes are hard. It may be hard for the person leaving, but it is always hardest for the one left behind.

I miss her ♥

I don't know what I should do, continue on like this in the hopes that we will be able to make it through or ignoring you and moving on? Honestly speaking, I feel that it's time for me to move on now and I know that soon enough, these feelings will pass, the tears will stop falling and my heart will heal itself. The only thing I understand right now is that after I make this decision to give up on you, I won't be able to change what's done, I won't be able to go back in time and neither will I be able to mend the broken hearts but the least I can do is learn from my mistakes and hope that I'll never regret anything else as much as I do now. Deep down, I know that life will be so much easier if I never talked to you again. If I shut you out of my life, I'll probably move on slowly and get over you ultimately. Too bad one of the hardest things to do in the world is convincing yourself that I don't care when in actuality, I know with every fibre of my being that I do. A ♥

Best way to not get your heart broken is pretend you don't have one.

I fucking hate school. I fucking hate studying. I fucking hate waking up in the morning to go to school just for studies. Ugh, I absolutely cannot be bothered with school anymore. Can it just burn down, or. I fucking hate my school uniform, I'd like school more if I was allowed to wear my own clothes. If only there's someone or something attractive enough in school to give me the urge to go to school everyday. Wait, I forgot, what's school? Fuck school. I know nothing about school. It's bullshit. As most of you must have guessed, I got suspended from school till the end of the year but to make things sound nicer, I'm on holiday bitches.

3rd July: The Lottery Party at Soul.

Please pardon my pineapple face.

Tay's standard bird face.

The atmosphere was dope as you can obviously see for yourself and that being said, SMOOVE's bringing you another event on the 8th of August at Zouk, so what are you party animals waiting for? Keep that date free and reserve your tickets from me at 98785703 now! Anyway, photos are up on http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.240433912648068.65467.100000443836383 if you wish to view them yourself! ♥


8th of July: Sakura with my girls.

I didn't get drunk at all and this will be the only photograph of the day that I will be posting up here because the rest are hideous photographs of me, but if you would still like to see them, here you go! http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.239688389384421.65703.100000297851969 I will admit that I am in fact just being lazy because it's four in the morning, update tomorrow, promise! Xx.

When you start to care less, it actually means a part of you has already given up.

I finally discharged from Gracehaven, but frankly, I'm not as happy as I expected myself to be. For two whole years, this was the day I've been waiting for, but I don't know why now I'm not so certain. I don't know if I should laugh or cry. I've learnt so many things & have already gotten so used to living there. I used to wake up every morning and grumble about how packed our day would be with all the activities they would've lined up for us, but now, I wake up with absolutely no idea who I should call, where I should go and what I should do. There is nobody who would wish me good night & good morning and give me a hug, I can no longer have any heart-to-heart talks with the girls as & when I feel like, nobody to write diaries together and play around with. Well, all of this officially ended. And no matter how much I complain about the place sometimes, I'll miss it. But no matter how much I'll miss it, I promise myself to not do anything stupid again.


Am down with slight fever and a cold, ironic. Head's spinning, nose is block and my entire body is aching. It's 3.05 in the morning and yet I feel the least tired, my body clock is way screwed. I always tell myself never to regret the things I've done because I wanted it at one point or another, but why do I always look back in regret? Some days, I wish things had turned out differently between us, my best intentions keep making a mess of things, I just wanna fix it somehow. A ♥