Maybe, i'm not suited to be your daughter.

Or maybe, you're not suited to be my parents.

Just maybe, i'm a spoilt brat who aint gettin' what she wants.

Then again, a spoilt brat who aint gettin' what she needs, but what she wants, may be a better description..


"If you get what you want, but not what you need.." - Coldplay


You think I'm not matured enough to think by my own.

I think you dont know me well enough to judge.

You think I never had an interest in drawing.

I think you havent seen my heaps of fanart.

You think I'm the most irresponsible kid on earth.

I think you're the most, MOST irresponsible dad in the ENTIRE FUCKING UNIVERSE.

(You dont spend half the year overseas making money and asking ME to take care of mother just because you REFUSE to let me out of the house.)

YOU think that I dont treat my mother with respect.

I think YOU ARE THE FUCKING ASSHOLE WHO DOESNT RESPECT MY MUM.

YOU think I cant live without money and luxuries.

I think you really need to get your facts right before making judgements that just make you look absolutely retarded.

YOU think I'm a "bad" girl just because I dont come home by 9pm and I wear spagetti tops.
YOU think I'm on drugs.
YOU think I sleep with many many men, and play with many many boys.
YOU think I'm WRONG just because I dont do LAW or ACCOUNTCY or go to LSE and major with a double degree.

YOU think I'm a DISGRACE.

NATURE VS NURTURE.

I believe that partially it's by nature. And my nature was given by YOU.
I believe that partially it's NURUTRE, and COINCIDENTALLY, it's because of YOU TOO.

Since you hate me so much, why dont you just kill me, then attempt to "rebuild" another human being to your liking. I wish you good luck.


I just need someone..

Sorry for the rant.

Cheers,
the humanoid that turned out the wrong way -- must be the wires.

It's settled. I'm going to America for sure.

It's August the 28th, 2006. 10pm at Changi Airport Terminal One.

Within my goodbyes and good lucks, you appeared. Almost glowing. THE most unexpected visitor. Swear I'd have forgotten your true existence if it weren't for the fantasies I had about you.

People around me fade into the background. All attention focused on me, you, and the insignificant physical distance between us.

"I'm sorry to be this late. I missed you, dearly."

It was like a memory chip reactivated -- but one step too late.

'Last call for passengers of flight SQ 860 to New York. Last call..."





Moral of the story: stop watching TCS dramas.

I'm going to lock away this fantasy so at least this will exist in some form...except reality.

Cheers, to polygamy and promiscuity.

p.s. try not to guess who "you" is for it'll spoil it. thank you. and btw, it is NOT confirmed that i'm going to america.

I woke up horrified at myself...horrified at the two consecutive nightmares I had about Love.

Working at M.A.C Robinsons, Raffles City. Pretty cool, but really stressful. Product knowledge comes in heaps, in addition to the lack of professional make up skills i possess. i.e. it's a pretty stressful job. Har. PLUS i dont have many black fanciful clothes and my hair's in a mess. I NEED TO GET MY CORN ROWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Goddamnit.

I hate the way time flies when I'm working.

I hate the way I don't feel myself when I'm busy.

I hate the way, I hate myself.

Somehow, I need a depression. And a cure.

Amazing gathering. 7 years of no contact. Yet, with sets of board games and food and some form of familiarity, it turned out fantastic.

THANKS EVERYONE WHO TURNED UP!!! (even the latecomers, yes) AND THANK YOU WEI PNG/HONG CHENG and whoever who organised everything. Amazing stuff.

a confused and lost new year to begin another 365 days.
I'm not superstitious. Really.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D