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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Thursday, July 22, 2010
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❝ FOR THE BROKEN - HEARTED. ❞


FOR THE BROKEN - HEARTED.


I was feeling like fuck. Spammed calls. Sucks. I thought I was finally okay when I got called back. Owl City spammage. Until I saw the message.
I need you now, more than ever. Especially since... I am at it again.

Some fucked up over-reacting bitch came to our class today. I hate it when people come unwelcomed. For example, yesterday (was it?) that Japanese Mobster + random friend came into our class and acted as if our class were theirs. This of course, has the exception of 401. They are forever welcomed ^^


I just saw someone's tumblr today. I was.. Shocked. I don't know why it's there.


Life goes on. I have to start learning to be independent I guess.


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