Swords, Flowers, Wishing Wells

You know what?

I’m glad it’s over.

I can let go now.

I’m strong you see.

I’ve goals, ambitions for myself.

I will fufill them even if I’m to be single for the rest of my life.

My drunken escapades at Winebar are not excuses for me to wallow in.

I can feel, see, do, analyse, think.

I’m proud to be a woman who is secure and strong.

Women of the world, raise your right hand.

Say no to beauty magazines.

Say no to diets.

Say no to makeup.

Say no to plastic surgery.

Say no to revealing clothes.

Say no to pornography.

Say no to lad magazines.

Unless they’re all to make yourself feel good.

Not for your boyfriend.

Or for your crush.

Only for yourself.

Sisters, join me as we celebrate International Woman’s Day.

Great.

Intoxicated again!

and I mutter nonsense about liking a friend when in fact the person I like is in Gold Coast.

This is getting complicated.

I refuse to get involved.

I’m not in love with anyone in Melbourne.

It’s under the influence of alcohol that I start liking random friends. Urgh.

It’s been lost.

Feelings,emotions,heartache,worthless tears. But are the tears shed pearls of wisdom?

I’m glad I let go. We started off well. Your little gazes caught me off guard and something sparked.

Then it builds up.

The spats, the anger, the heat burns us all.

Loveless.

Hate.Spite.Selfish.

What happened?

A beautiful story,a tragic ending.

I won’t cry for you.

I’ll prove myself to be far more,more,more,more successful.

I must make a choice. It’s either make or break time. I’ve power to make or break it. I’m tired of this apathetic nature towards me. I bloody well exist and u know it. Maybe it’s time for the final curtain call…..

I’m tired of trying to be the perfect facade all the time. You see the coiffed hair, the eyeliner, blusher, lipgloss, nice clothes - it’s physically exhausting to be well-groomed. You see, I wish I had good looks then you could go out looking like a dump ( Grunge chic anyone?)

I don’t.

I wish I were thinner. I felt like I’ve put on weight since I’ve been to melb - i’ve been dieting and exercising but it’s hell cos it’s winter.

I’ve met someone who renders my life meaningful. he takes away the monotony and places a magical charm over my hand and flies me off to flyaway cottages, hot crumpets and tasty buns.  I love Enid Blyton - can anyone tell?

My uni appeal didn’t work out but it points to the path less travelled. 2 paths converged into one - do you dare to take the one less travelled? Does fashion beckons me?

I’ve a lighter workload this semester which creates food for thought. Is this the opportunity I’ve been waiting for?

Choices, darling

Choices.

Got my PR internship with Waggener. Due to start on tues. Happy like hell because this makes up for my mediocre grades.

Appealing my mediocre grades.Seeing my psychiatrist on sat.

Defer studies for internship?

Study in sg?

Switch course?What can I do? Journalism?

Switch uni?Monash?What do I do? Study Languages?

I am sick of PR honestly. I want to stay in a hostel where i know people.

I’m back in Singapore.

I’m getting an acne relapse.

I missed hme.

I don’t know if i shd continue with my degree.

I need a sign from the heavens.