The broken ones.

I look at him and I see myself. 

So fine but deep down its all fucked up. I see a part of me in him.

I want to save him and keep him warm. 

.. I thought I could.

Instead we both drowned and that's when I know I am not strong enough. 

It's was all a naive impulsive "heroic" act.. 

2013, I gave birth to a car.

Its 2013.

I got a new car.

I'm working part time while interning in an underdog advertising agency.

I'm stepping down from AIESEC soon.

I'm in a looooooonnnnggggggg distance relationship.

I got the freedom, time and a bit of monehhhh.. So, no excuse to not blog anymore.

Let's go on an adventure!

My punching bag...

Three more days.
Dear Lord, let it pass real slow.

Changkat...

Too hipster for me.
I still prefer the sexy mainstream clubbing songs.

Bad Man...

This week movie screening.. Bad Man.
Starring Charlie Sheen's father.. Martin Sheen.

A 1950s movie about a 15 years old who runaway with her serial killer boyfriend. Something like that.
My film lecturer picks the weirdest movie.

Doof bags in the screening room.. I sleep. Nanights !

Help! I'm an Addict...

Yes, me and my smooth baby face.
Oh yeah!

Sigh, Woman...

Emo alert.

I can't sleep and I woke up too early.
Sayang, you gotta stop coming into my dreams.
Looks like goodbye seem to be the hardest word..

The 3rd month...

It might be short but it had been the best 3 months.
I know I hardly say this but I really do love you.