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Wednesday, May 17, 2017




Gave up so much of my energy, commitment, time and effort.

Gave up so much of my life. 

To be treated this way. 

What did I even do this for?
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Thursday, January 5, 2017


2017


Yesterday as I was chatting with my mommy & daddy close to midnight, it hit me for the first time that, even when we're jolly, we speak at rather high volumes also. I always get very frustrated at my parents for not being able to keep their tone down when they're unhappy, because I always felt that yelling or raising one's voice never made a tense situation better or easier. During heated arguments, I rly wanted all of us to be calm and be understanding, and to try to work things out without yelling. But I realised yesterday, that maybe we're just the kind of family who yell at each other regardless of whether we're happy or unhappy. Hmm. So, it's been four days into the new year. It's being a shitty first week. Receiving bad days whilst on my way to the first day of work, not keeping to my resolutions of not being unhealthy (just had instant noodles 🌚) and being on time... Shit happens. But I hope we'll survive it. I hope I dare to seek proper help this year, and I hope I can be healed. Everyone has different goals and preoccupations. Mine is not to go crazy. I think. Can lah. Right?
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Monday, November 21, 2016




So it's official.

These are the items that I've lost, in the most absurd of manners:

1. Etude House Auto Soft Touch Lip Liner #1 - Rose
2. Etude House Auto Soft Touch Lip Liner #2 - Pink Beige
3. Etude House Auto Soft Touch Lip Liner #4 - Real Rose
4. Dollywink pencil eyeliner in black
5. Dollywink pencil eyeliner in brown
6. TheBalm Meet Matt(e) Hughes liquid lipstick in Charming
7. Daiso eyebrow pencil in brown
8. Daiso eyebrow pencil in dark brown
9. L'Oreal Voluminous Superstar Liquid Eyeliner
10. A super dope eyelash glue from a Taiwanese brand
11. 1028 Ultimate Oil control powder
12. Tarte Tarteist Lash Paint mascara
13. Etude House Big Cover concealer

And last but not least,

14. Kat Von D Liquid Lipstick in Requiem

SIGH. My heart aches the most for the TheBalm liquid lipstick and the Kat Von D liquid lipstick. Luckily I pulled out my Tarte bronzer and Inglot blusher?!

I would have been heartbroken. But oh well. Will make do with the rest of my makeup (which is a considerable amount...) for the next month.

This shall be a reminder(/punishment) to self that one ought to be a little more careful when it comes to zipping up one's bag. I should be thankful that it was my makeup bag, instead of my wallet, which dropped down into that portable toilet HURHURHUR.

This happened last night at the Amoy Street Bloc Party, which was amazingly fun - though I was exhausted, and like my colleagues asked, "We have two clients on the street, of which toilets can be used - why'd you even step into that portable toilet?" It's a long story but in short I was closer to the portable toilets. Oh well!

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Today I walked home with a heavy heart, wondering if my norm will always be sadness, and if glimpses of happiness will be rare occasions.

Out of a slightly curiosity I replied your text, and we caught up for a bit.

We both agreed that we made an impression on the other.

I think that's really all that counts.

Letting go's something really difficult for one's mind to do, and I struggle with it constantly, especially when it comes to you.

You really ease my heart though.

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Thursday, October 20, 2016






One of my favourite Chef's Night Out episode, for sure!

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I'm so very, very, very tired.

I am exhausted.

But I have to press on, because I have another event to prep for.

I hope I'll never lose my spark for life

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Saturday, October 1, 2016




when you're so tired but you're still mindlessly scrolling through videos and things you care naught for 
just to get a goodnight call 

and you begin wondering how pathetic you are 
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Wednesday, September 14, 2016




I used to tie my hair into two buns 

And feel great about it 

I used to be happy 
;10:03 PM




Saturday, September 3, 2016




Yesterday night, after a late dinner and hasty catchup sesh with the friends, I stumbled to the bus interchange in a half-awake state of mind. I was waiting in a long line, and as the bus arrived, the couple (a boy, and a girl) in front of me moved forward. When they reached the front, the boy broke off from the queue and went away.

"When was the last time a boy waited for the bus or the train for you? When was the last time someone sent you home?"

These thoughts popped up in my mind.

About two months ago, my younger brother had asked me to buy one of my facial washes for him, so he could have one to bring into camp. I'd only recently bought it for him.

About two days ago, someone said he hadn't had a quiche in really long. That's all he said, and I was on a constant lookout for yummy quiche. And soon after, I bought it for him.

Tess said it's hilarious how I overthink the details, but honestly, what kind of horrid person am I? ):

 
;6:11 PM






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