sweetdisposition

Like it best.
Especially when he doesn’t know he’s THAT. Good looking :)

You make me happy when the skies are grey~

Lalalalalalalala

Alright alrightttt.
Shut up about it already.
We got your point.
Don’t need to go harping about it every single day.
Pffffftttttt
Don’t have to make the rest of us look like a bunch of unfit losers

I depend on my cough mixture to sleep.
Every.
Single.
Night.

I have learned to love them less.
That way, I won’t get hurt so much.
I have learned to love HIM first.
:)

Life.

Hearing stories from my parents.. Their past…
Makes me jealous. Makes me feel like I’ve not done anything with my life.
Like I’ve not accomplished anything.
Like… My life is so boring. It’s pretty weird, because I don’t think it is at all. But in comparison to theirs.. This is what it looks like.
Dad, was a dancer, script writer/actor in his previous company’s DnD. Was working as an interior designer while schooling in SP, architecture. Did drafting jobs and took m&e courses at the same time. Charming man all around. And… Look at where he is now, successful nonetheless. And such a colorful life.
Mom, was a model, secretary in the biggest firms all over Singapore, pretty, charming and everything good. All the men wanted her, but she chose none other than my dad.
And, they’re so happy together.

I wonder if I could even have a life like that. As colourful, as goal oriented.
What will I tell my kids when I have them one day?
Will I not have any stories to share? To go around? Driven to success?
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth. No, way.
But… Why am I not as ambitious as them? Why isn’t my life as content as theirs at my age right now?
Or is it?
Just that I’ve failed to see it one way or another.

Hmmm. I’m just afraid for the future I guess.