Everyone's out but I'm not out cos' my mom's cranky and I have no idea why. She complains that I'm always not home and I'm spending too much money. Which is quite true. Money's been going out and nothing's coming in. Oh shit. It's time to control my spending.
Hello holidays. It's about time for me to enjoy. But there's nothing much to enjoy in the first place except for my lil getaway with BF soon. That's all for the holidays. Think I may need a job. Someone out there, please give me a job.
Fucking feel so blank now, so fucking fucking blank. And it's bloody 3.30am but why ain't I tired. Basket.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Somebody talk to me, play with me, ask me out for breakfast.
Thanks Siang for talking to me on MSN. But I'm still bored.
I've always thought I wouldn't be stressed over stuff like that.
I've always thought imma happy-go-lucky kiddo.
I've always thought I'm still young and not grown up.
I've always thought I wouldn't be as paranoid.
I've always thought I wouldn't think of absurd stuff.
I've always thought I wouldn't think so far into the future.
I've always thought if I spend everyday playing, life is at it's best.
I've always thought life is satisfactory now.
I've always thought love will start off as a 2-way thing.
I've always thought I wouldn't read too deep into words.
I've always thought I wouldn't ponder over redundant stuff.
I've always thought it's quite hard to hurt me.
I've always thought imma emotionally strong kiddo.
I've always thought I will never feel insecure.
I've always thought I care for my own life more than others.
But I didn't think that whatever I thought were wrong. Until now.
Ah, fuck la.











Jumper was not exactly that nice. It was kinda rushed through and it left alot of questions hanging in midair. Expecting a sequel. Action lovers will go gaga over it.
It was a tiring 11 hours for us. Yet all we did was to travel, watch movie, eat, watch movie, travel, watch movie, eat, travel and home. I like. 
Valentine's a tiring event but I still enjoyed mine. Met up with BF the night before V'day for dinner and we slacked around while walking back to my place.

Woke up at 6am on V'day just to collect flowers before I went to school and then back home to complete the present for my beloved BF. I was so pissed cos' the binding machine cannot bind cardboard. *()##$&*^!@%^(!#&%)@ So I came home and used an electric dril instead. HAHAHA. Pro right. 
Look at the cardboard shavings luh. 






















Your favourite Butter Garlic chicken cooked by me.
