GIVE ME THERAPY, I'M A WALKING TRAVESTY.

twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."


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Friday, September 05, 2008
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jerome had always wanted to fly.
he tried practising everyday.
*flap* *flap* *flap*
he did fly.
once.
he was aiming for the table.
ended up.
he reached half of it.
before falling down again.
jerome wanted to fly.
to fly up high.
to soar in the skies.
like an eagle's everyday life.
but. he never made it
but jerome was no ordinary chicken.
he was a SMART chicken.
he knew of one other way to fly.
and that was to take an aeroplane.
the story of jerome: episode two