defining you

"You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. 

You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. 

Your shoe-size is of no consequence. 

You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. 

You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. 

You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress.

You are no amalgam of these things.

You are the content of your character. 

You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. 

You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. 

You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. 

You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. 

You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries"

-unknown

sometimes, we only see what is on the surface, see what is reflected back at us in the mirror. but if we look harder, just a little bit harder, the beauty that lies beneath all the superficial flaws.

Cope

I must be insane to extend my notice. I.n.s.a.n.e. Even if i wasnt insane at the point where i made the decision to do so, im probably insane now. Driven mad by all the work, the endless calls from clients and the tax authority and of course the smallest stuff like where is the friggin' FS! Actually, that isnt "small". It is fucking scary to not be able to find it. Especially at this point. In the whirlpool of madness. 

Yes it is a mad peson trapped in madness.

Breathe

RAAAAAAAAAH! having minions under you at work sure has its benefits, like doubling up as a punching bag. In this case, the punching bag was the innocent senior associate who happened to be within arm's length ,i.e. Ideal punching radius. Now where are the other male associates....

Gah i need b&j. 

meet my new friend

Claudette iz her name

I met Claudette today and she cost $60. Yes, you can buy friendship! Who says friendship is priceless? It isn't! So welcome, Claudette, to my tight little circle of friends because your new friend here is anti-social and enjoys having her butt fused into the chair while watching eps after eps of TV crap over mingling with other humans.

Besides the exciting news of a new found friend, I burnt my hand with the curling tongs. Specifically my right hand. So now I know what 200 degrees feels like. In fact, I can tell you right now what it feels like. MUTHAFUCKING HOT LIKE FUCKITY FUCK. Yeah that's how it feels like. I'm amazed my fingers haven't turned black yet.  My fingers are tough shit yo.  As opposed to my good friend's delicate face (I AM SO SORRY TWINNIE FOR BURNING A SPOT ON YR FACE I REALLY AM). Now we know curling tongs can double up as a murder weapon. Sticks and stones may break your bones but I guarantee the curling tongs set at 200 degree will burn yr face off! BURN YOUR FOES WITH CURLING TONGS!

To top off the awesome day of having a new friend and the discovery of a new murder tool, I cut my hair! I wanted to keep it long but after seeing Rachel McAdams looking cute as a button in short hair, I decided to snip off my not-here-not-there hair length to a short bob. The only bad part is the fringe. OMFG. It is bloody annoying!!!!! Please see pictures below.



SEE WHAT I MEAN SEE WHAT I MEAN!!!! fucking annoying fringe!!!!

sayin' hi bottoms up! my nostrils are chioer than yrs.

the side view of le bob

 

prove that my right fingers are not black. and annoying fringe pinned up because my left eye is sick of looking at a block of hair.

It is kinda mean to bitch badmouth Just voicing out a mini annoyance, T sometimes falls asleep while texting me. Am i that boring? Am I? Am I? If you are reading this which i doubt so, but just in case, AM I?!!? Maybe I should start sending over half naked pics of myself or something...

grey

如果你不再出现

我的世界还有什么可贵

  
可惜不够时间        

让我们试验什么叫永远

       

想念变成怀念

       

心动变成心碎

       

偏偏还会关切

       

你最后属于谁

       

我的天空今天有点灰

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Long Phung Vietnamese Restaurant @ Joo Chiat

The spring rolls and squid were pretty normal. But the pho is an entirely different story. Get a bowl of that (or two because it is worth the stomach discomfort before lapsing into pho coma) and leave (or roll out) a happy person.