I don't feel sad, I don't feel anything.

First throwback, to last week (?) when I got to gather with my cousins because it was my grandma's birthday. I really dislike going to chinese restaurant but its not like I have a choice, mehhhhhhhh. Dinner was a great time spent laughing over got-many-god-damn-reasons okay. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Second throwback, got to meet my clique like a few days ago, even though the meet up was short, we still managed to talk shit. Okay, I can't wait to meet them again, forever-having-the-same-feelings please.

 

 

 

 

 

Third throwback, last week was a week filed with going to different people's house. So, most importantly, went to Andrea's house for pw and her room is so damn cool. But it was the most fattening day, fat boys + ice cream x2 + coke, omg guilty max. Lepak most of the time as usual. Andandand, my pw group damn step 3/4 of us have newbs ~ HAHAHA

 

 

 

 

 

 

With just 2 days, managed to spend quality time with my family. Even though dinner was horrible, dad's company function was quite okay, I mean, I got to meet his nice colleagues who watched me grow too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last throwback to last tuesday, JC1 graduation ceremony. Meh, what a high chance of me having to go through this again next year, ugh. Best still got to snap some photos with the important ones (: ps, have I ever mentioned that 3/4 of my pw group are camwhore freaks and we stick together almost everywhere we go ever since preparation for OP started, omg. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I've been eating a lot recently because other than OP, there's nothing much to do. Guilty pleasures x guilty max please, criessssssssss.

"How are you?No,don’t tell me that you’re doing goodor that you are fine,you and I both know that you are so far from both of those things,tell me,when was the last time you thought about death?When was the last time you cried and what finally made the tears fall after all that time?what is your story of loss?What words break you?What words put you back together?When was the first time you understood the depth of the word “goodbye?”When was the first time the only thing you could do was lay on the floor and cry because nothing else in the world made sense but brokenness? When was the last time you really and truly laughed? Can you remember that far back?What was on your mind when you got those scars on your leg?What lies have you believed lately?When was the first time you understood what “I love you” meant?Who made you so broken?Have you even tried to put yourself back together?Tell me, tell me,do you love yourself?how much of your skin can you find constellations in?have you ever tried to understand your eyes?have you pressed your fingertips to your own lips hoping nothing else mattered in the world if your lips were your own?have you ever made yourself believe the lie that you aren’t worth it?why?how is the weather in your heart?is it a hurricane or a tsunami?is there fog surrounding your soul?have you ever loved another more than you loved to breathe?when was the last time you really and truly believed that your life was worth living?"— I’ve never really been good at small talk (via c-oquetry)