guess what? The Shopaholic Series will start filming next january! :)

i think i shall not sleep that early tonight and start preparing my BB notes. it’s absolutely shiok-ness that weekends are without work. it’s been so long that i get to sleep in late wakakaka. but okay, no, NOPE, tomorrow I GOT TO GET MY BUTT OUT OF BED AND TROOP TO AIRPORT OR SOMEWHERE QUIET TO STUDY.

I HAVE TO!

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sometimes, dont we always wished for someone to be there? to be your pillar to lean on, to be your mattress which standby by your side in case you fall, to be the pair of arms that would catch you and protect you, be there for you, tell you that ‘everything will be alright’ - even if it’s a lie, a consolation.

you know what, at times, i get sick of being independent. i get tired of holding myself upright all the time, tired of keeping troubles to myself, tired of getting mad at people but they have no idea, tired of the unspoken feelings i kept locked up in the depths of my heart, tired of mending those cracks again and again, tired of.. just simply tired. do you, do you often have these feelings or am i being the silly one?

i no longer missed that him. perhaps yes, on occasions or places that we used to go, but seriously, the pain is no longer there - just wonder. it’s such an irony that it takes a heartbreak, to forget another.

i rather remember that previous pitiful heartbreak than suffered another even more heart-breakingly heartbreak. life is full of tests, corners that we are all curious or afraid to explore. in the circle of our comfort, we just want time to stop at the particular moment where we feel the happiest, the most blessed. pity time doesnt works like - not at all.

christmas is coming - the season of snow, twinkling lights, presents, sleepovers, stockings, cookies, gingerbreadman, snowflakes, reds and greens, frosty icing, log cakes, love, care, share, giving - have i name them all?

it will always always feel empty no matter how many blessings exchanged; pity santa claus cant make time go back around.