the one about 2010.

While trying to get over my loss of Desperate Housewives (YES I AM STILL TRYING TO GET OVER THE SERIES),

S and I haven't taken a vacation overseas since 2010. :'(

And looking through iphoto I realized how our current life has, well in a way, bounded us down to really conventional lifestyles of le typical Singaporean.

Work. Lunch. Work. Dinner. TV. Sleep. 

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Somehow, we lost interest in trying to discover new places.

Anyway enough of the bad. 

Here are some photos from well, maybe the better part of our lives.

Many of the places are gone. :'(

*Plays World Smallest Violin*

Mykii @ Holland V.

 Granny Smith Aloe Vera Crumble. Place is gone, dessert is no longer there though. Same place where we both met. GONE!!!

Mee Soto.

House of Soto. Maybe the best Mee Soto ever. Again, place is gone.

Pasta place at Holland V 

Place is gone. 

Bali 2010.

Well, Place is not gone but we haven't visit for a long time. Beach. Pool. And all the stupid things you can do because no one recognizes you.

Electric Blue Pumps 

2009 to 2011.

My heart still yearns for em.

Halloween 2010

Best. Epic. Halloween. Ever.

Did I mention about the fight we had at the end of the night against this bunch of douchebags?

Yes. Epic Night.

Too bad I didn't have time to throw my heels at em and use it as a battle weapon.

Like a boss.

Port Dickson 2010.

Our Lobster Rendezvous.

Need no description.

Anniversary 2010.

Best Sentosa memory ever.

You know what sucks?

When you gotta trade money for time.

And time for money.

Have a great weekend all.

the one about my desperate housewives addiction

Desperate Housewives ended after 8 seasons.
And left a hole in my heart :'(

Yeah well the series ended with the characters being happy in life BUT THEY ARE NEVER GONNA PLAY POKER TOGETHER EVER AGAIN IN WISTERIA LANE!!! :"""""""(

And I had to replay the ending scene 5 times again because I am in denial that the series have finally ended.

You see, like any normal urban female, I've tried to follow series.
I tried following Gossip Girls but it didn't work because I eventually lost interest when it hit episode 3.
I tried following Big Bang Theory. Worked out for a few seasons before I lost interest.
And many more.
Don't get me started on Pretty Little Liars.

So. My heart is mourning for the end of DH.
I am addicted to DH. Maybe too addicted.

But it kept me company when I was all alone and in solitude.

Oh, the hurt and pain.
Gotta. Get. Chocolate.

"Maybe, a little caged bird. Maybe, a little overbearing bitch."

Your sister died today. She said she hanged herself out of insanity and happiness.

She didn't know what to think of what she was doing with her life anymore.
And didn't know what is expected too much or what is needs.

We found a note on the chair where she leap off into oblivion.
It mentioned how she felt that she couldn't get through with life because she was in a constant state of self-denial.

She couldn't handle what she had to face for the next 40 years of her life.
She titled her note, "Maybe, a little caged bird. Maybe, a little overbearing bitch."

Why did she do it. Did you have any clue?
Has she been displaying emotions that were out of this world, as if she came from Mars?

Did she do it out of pure insanity?
Or was it because she just couldn't handle life as it was?

Or was it someone that pushed her to loop her head around her favorite scarf?
Or her own ideologies and imaginations that made her what she was?

We are sorry for your loss, Sir.

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Maybe, I am losing track of life

Maybe, I am losing track of life.

You know that raw human emotion when you sit at Starbucks thinking to yourself contents that leaves you paralyzed and disgruntled to the current situation in life?

I have been facing that for the longest time.
Maybe, it is due to procrastination of not investing money and time into activities I used to enjoy in life.

That point of time when you get so consumed by every little detail around you that it just simply overwhelms the fuck out of you.

And then you get really, really scared. (& still very disgruntled.)

I really do wonder if I am expecting too much out of life or, simply, I am worn out. Totally deboned and exhausted. Like, my backbone's been extracted way too much out and all that's left is a flabby mixture of skin and meat (fats too.)

Then, with a deep sigh I retreat back to the arms of le red wine.
Hoping it will give me some new inspirations... until the last drop. (or maybe I'm just too bloated.)

Just the other day le manager asked me if I was an alcoholic.
After aggressive denial, he said "People around you decide if you are an alcoholic, not yourself."

Which left me stumped.
Uh-Oh.

And no, I'm still not an alcoholic.

The scent I miss.

I miss the scent emitted by the black joss/incense sticks ant bought back from her trip in India when burnt. Ant said she bought it from some temple in India that they used as joss sticks. It had this scent that I can't seem to describe and it had this enchantment of easing tense souls. Well I've used up all the joss/incense sticks already. And I miss it. :'(

The scent I miss.

I miss the scent emitted by the black joss/incense sticks ant bought back from her trip in India when burnt. Ant said she bought it from some temple in India that they used as joss sticks. It had this scent that I can't seem to describe and it had this enchantment of easing tense souls. Well I've used up all the joss/incense sticks already. And I miss it. :'(

the one where I had curly hair.

Just the other day I got hit with a question why I don't seem to have much mates from all the way back. (in the ghettos, is what I would like to add but I'll just keep it that way.)

I have been asking me this question ever since I could actually start remembering stuff. Like how people thought I was a "spoiled good" in primary school because I was really obese and had long, thick curly hair and to add on, I was wearing specs since primary 3.

When you combine all these terrible elements together, you are part of the "singles" group, instead of the "with" group. This is pretty depressing shit especially when you add up all my lost years being alone during recess time and worse, being the last person to be add on for anyone's group.

In easier terms, I was the pure "loser" who did not have a clue what was wrong with me until I stepped into that dreadful school.

Spread it to my secondary school years where the pain was soothed by my dear, dear friends.

Enter young adult zone where I realize that when the definition of a female "get-together" is actually essentially another 4 hours bitching about some random chick I don't know or may know, who has not done anything to me except the "hi-bye" episodes which simply reflected their polite nature.

So throughout this 4 hours, it was painful. As mentioned in the previous post where I discussed with my brother about our mistaken identities.

So I stopped hanging out with these people because life is already as complicated as it is and I really don't see the need to bitch about a random chick who has done nothing and worse, in order to blend in, cultivate such ill thoughts directed to the chicks in the topics.

But there was that one chick who was different: my dear cousin Ant, who deserves a medal for that case.

And then, enter S, who made things better.

But recently, I guess you could say that I found a good bunch of people in the uni years.
And I'm happy. Because these people accept my eccentric element and my stoned sagas, and they don't make me question my identity.

Okay, now to hit the fridge for some alcohol.

G'day!