Why am i so fucking shallow?
I always look at surface stuffs and don't think in depth.

I'm like this walking scarecrow with no brains.
I have totally no inner beauty.

I fart quietly.
I chew my food like a boar.
I talk with my mouth full.
My drool flows like fountain.
My saliva drips when i look down.
I'm so stingy i call myself The Scrooge.
I can't dance
I can't sing
I can't cook
I can't clean
I prefer being alone.
I love to talk to mirrors.
Whenever i sleep late, and my skin sucked the next morning, I get morning blues.
When I can't find what i want in my room, I'll scream, pull and hair and hit myself.

I'm such a weirdo.

Today's itinerary was:

11:00 to 13:00- Tuition
13:00 to 13:30- Celio*

Halfway through the tuition puked papaya, then water.
The feeling was fucking terrible i tell you.

Talking halfway thinking that you wanna throw up already.
Jackson was so so nice((=

Made my way home asapp.
Now happily resting(= after finishing my fish soup(=




Saturday.
At sentosa the whole day.
Minor sunburn.
Fuck the rain mann.

Shouldn't have played under the rain yesterday.
Made me sick and puked this morning.

I'll never do that. Never ever again.

*Repeat after me: I shall stop spending and see the numbers in my bank account grow.

Repeats: I shall stop spending and see the numbers in my bank account grow.

Maybe I really should stop spending. Even if I keep buying, I'm unable to keep all my stuffs, cause after poly, I'm studying SIM; 6 months in Singapore, 12 months in Switzerland. By then, my house in Bishan would have been sold off. My parents would shift back in Hongkong already. How and Where could they store all my shitz?!

So I only have two choices.

One: After studying, come back to Singapore for a short stay, say 6 months.
while Two would be:
Go back to Hongkong and never come back.

Then I can use the money to buy all my shitz.

I wanna gooo France!