The Brightest Hour

One is the loneliest number.

It’s that time of the year again. It’s cold, you’re sick and have noone to cuddle with. No wonder winter has the highest suicide rate.

Cause late at night i feel no shame.

I hate myself. But i hate you more cause you reminded me how good it could be. I was fine back then, albeit miserably alone. But now i’m all whiny and emo. So fuck you.

Cravings, or rather wishful thinking.

I crave for hot wild sex and a lazy sunday morning waking up to the smell of coffee and toasts for breakfast and just cuddle all day in bed for the rest of my life with someone.

Oh well. You can’t get everything in life. That’s not how the universe works.

I’ll settle with a coffee machine for now.

Anyone?

Unlikely, but all the same, if i fall, it will be forever.

Do you feel more superior whenever you call me names? Do you feel like you’ve won, like a prize, a feeling of triumph for hurting me? But little do you know, every time you call me names, hurt me, bruise my ego, making me feel ugly, disgusting and worthless, you lose more than you gain. You’re losing me. Bits by bits, imperceptibly. I hope there won’t be a day when there’s nothing left to lose.

I’m trying to hold on because if I fall I can say that I’ve tried.

Let me be wrong this time.

I don’t want to die. Not so young. I have yet to see the world.

Hello. It’s November 27th today. No, really.

I’m officially a tumblr convert thanks to Lisan.

It’s so much easier/faster to upload photos here so it’s perfect for people like me who is big on photos and lazy to type much.

Besides, it looks so much cooler than blogspot. Well at least for me. (:

Okay here’s the thing. I tend to be obsessed with chronology. I wish i wasn’t but i am. And i love blogging. But you probably wouldn’t believe me judging from the hours i put into blogging. Meh.

Well, i slack. That’s why. Surprise surprise.

Anyways, the point is i have all these long overdued things that i wanna blog about. All the pictures that i’ve took, things that i’ve seen, memories that were made and most importantly, food that i’ve ate and cooked. Yes i have an undying passion for food. So brace yourself, this blog is not salivary-gland-friendly. I’ll be posting heaps of pictures of food. (: Don’t blame me for your possible involuntary salivation while reading my humble blog.

Okay sidetracked. Basically i’m gonna change the date of these posts to the day of occurrence instead of the date that i actually write them. Sounds confusing? Well you don’t have to care.

All you need to do is read them, if you’d like. Simple as.

I hope i’ll catch up and blog about the current things soon.