grey and blur

hectic school is hectic 

it's so blur now i'm not so certain of what i want anymore.

time is making me lose focus. the longer it drags the blurrier it gets.

need to constantly assure and psycho myself,

it's not so easy anymore.

taken with iphone, no filter

the happiness you get when

the ache you get when

(temporary.)

two halves do not make a whole

two wholes make a whole

we often do more than we should in life and there comes the regret and remorse 

where's laziness and procrastination when we need them

+__+

hihi it's monday yet again. soon very very soon, i'll be dreading mondays

but as of now, I JUST WANNA ROLL IN MY DEN FOREVER

picture of my den woof woof

my new husband (first dog photo in this blog)

sukiyaki killed us again... forever too ambitious, buying too much beef

high fashion - beef clutch

our next group photo would be years later :'(

really love each and everyone of them so much. we are all so different in our own ways, leading different lives now, but the instant connection between us whenever we meet up is just so amazing. they say, some friends, are friends for life.

foursome time 

rila and me in our own loving world~~~

annoying malays decided to annoy me

got a shock when i saw my shoes on the verge of committing suicide!!!

threesome brunch date :*

full like no tomorrow and the day after

it's a vicious cycle

love

hate

relationship

haunt me, overwhelm me

give me

please hold on to hope. it is in such limited supply around the world these days. hold onto it and be proud that you are one of the ones that does.
-tyler knott gregson

being hopeful / being dumb

i won't give up till I find something else to hold on to.
yes, i'm dumb.
but i remain hopeful.

cjgym

like i've said, i'm forever stuck in the past

really miss those gym days. miss carrying a ball and sticks around. getting weird stares from strangers. constantly in fear that those sticks poking out of our bags would poke someone. constantly getting question like "why are you holding a ball?". i miss being sticky and sweaty after trainings. i miss how we dread gym after school cos of the ridiculous 5 hours break as training starts at 7pm. i mean which cca starts so late right. i miss how much fun we had during trainings, all our low class moments. i miss how we spam counter-pain on our muscles and all those knee-guards and tapes we stick on ourselves (sometimes just to appear more gymnast looking hahaha). i miss all the words of encouragement we tell and shout at each other during trainings. and the satisfaction you get when you achieved a movement that you have been practising so hard. the "OMG YESSAH" feeling. i miss how we work as a team and we are never too selfish to teach and help others. oh and i miss those bitchy moments. i even miss wearing short shorts and tank tops cos that's the only time we get to act sexy.

it has been 2 years...

all the sweat, tears, laughters and >.< faces when in pain.

all i need is a time machine. 

iphone 5

                                                             i want an iphone

just 

to 

use

line

app

                      

                                                                                                                       x credits to rilakkuma lee

90 days to lepak

assessment is finally over - check out my rabak presentation with the crucifix i stole from fine arts amongst the mess

3 months break is finally here!!!

the potatoes here are so yummy and tempting so they ended up getting mashed up. they left the carrots and tomatoes. but the carrots and tomatoes ended up as carrot juice and ketchup as well.

it's not easy

i've been thinking/over-thinking

too much for me to handle 

too many secrets that people do not know of

i'm so exhausted

i can't even eat properly now. rice cuts my throat and water makes me want to puke.

want a getaway so badly

i'll come back a happy gongz that we all know 

(smile.)

pom poms on rilakkuma's back / spaz me with comics /  reminders / amara resort / happy birthday to you and your fake boyfriend / best low class pancake / knitwear for a cold sunday

i am trying and trying very hard

to the point that i really feel like giving up

i was happier

holy thursday / good friday / _____ saturday / easter sunday

3pm lesson

her name is scissors

and this is how we will look like when we are 70

we practised this for damn long till our eyeballs hurt

is it true that your eyeballs will get stuck in the cock-eyed position if you keep doing it?

we were scared

been

my fav notebook

the past is more beautiful than the present and the future.

yes, i know not everybody thinks this way but i really feel this way all the time.
recently, i find myself reminiscing the past pretty often and whenever people ask about my future or even what am i doing currently, i just don't feel like talking about it.
the past is something that is irreversible. it contains so much memories. good and bad. you don't know what's gonna happen in the future or the next second but the past, you know it at your fingertips.
i love it when i find new memories in old memories. things that you have long forgotten. those good times. and when you tell them to your friends and reminisce together with them, those smiles on their faces... priceless.

i wish i can go back to the past one day. back to how every little thing began, how every friend came about, how every decision led me to where i am now. i just feel like living through life all over again.
not that i want to change anything in the past or starting life brand new on a clean sheet. but merely experiencing everything all over again. it's quite cool right? almost similar to watching a movie twice. the second time might sometimes be better.

somebody, anybody, please invent a time machine.