infinite appeal

inadvertent evil

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how to be lovable

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a labcoat is like a scientist's yukata

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don't you ever wonder what the mirror neglects to mention? Singapore streets, metropolitan, so many young people out at once, strutting down orchard road, changi is classy, impressive, knows how to dress, neon and glitter, city i'd like to date, but not necessarily settle down with. the illusion is ruined overhear some conversation. don't singaporeans ever tire of their own accent? it bothers me a lot, not being able to tell how much other people know. used to think my driver was psychic. Machines that can hide their intelligence

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and then, convinced of having ruined my life entirely, I languished on the couch for a while and fell into a deep sleep

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i want rain
i want peace

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maybe I will try to be humble from now on
Pride is something you never notice until you are halfway down its throat

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pacing the aisles of 100yen shops/bookstores in search of something that can't be bought

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no one can relate to my stories
not even me

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who'd walk in this bleak place

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you are so gay; I am so grave. spare me some sun; save me from gray

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I am the most dis/honest person I know

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planning a party I don't want to have

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it is her delight to fill my life with meaningless tasks

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I want drive
sudden urge to steal a car
you let applause determine the value of your thoughts

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undiagnosed sons of bipolar mothers

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how long are you planning to just sit here
until I feel malaysian again