Dare me.

"Every day, start again."

So much respect for 'Da Hulk', I've watched this 12 minutes long video more than 5 times now. That's how much respect I have for him. How many human being can grow like him? How many human being can lift weights, and bend iron like he can? How many human being, if granted that they ever reached his physique, can still remain humble and keep their feet firmly planted on ground?

Wait for me big man, I'll be a skinny ass little hulk as compared to you one day. I'll be bigger, better, full of inks, and I'll try to bend iron like you one day. One day, I'll be successful.

Day 7. Belly getting a little out of control.

On a side note, I've been taking mass gainer every damn day, thrice to four times, each day. And I've only just gained 0.7kg. It's the worst diet I've ever put myself through, that I'm so disciplined about. I've never been more proud of myself than I am today. But sometimes I still wonder why I put myself through all these bullshit.

Haven.
Ig: emnism

The irony of me supporting Liverpool is that I always walk alone. & also, human beings are weird as fuck. It's like two different people cross paths, talk for a whole lot like they mean the world to each other, and one fine day just fall right apart. Tomorrows without them seem so hard to come, yet the endless amount of yesterdays spent with each other don't seem to matter anymore. People, weird fucking ass creatures.

Read this beautifully written article about loving someone.

If you love some, don't write about them.

Shuttershock

"I guess it started when I began writing my novel. I almost tweeted about it, actually. "I'm going to write a novel to help cope with the feelings I have for a boy." I deleted it immediately, due to the amount of embarrassment I felt for myself in the dreadful milliseconds the thought was a fully constructed sentence in my mind.

Somehow the idea for the novel derived from the entirety of this man. He mentioned something to me once in a text message, and without noticing exactly what I was doing, I was taking his small notion and turning it into an entire novel. I turned his 20 words into approximately 100,000 in no time, creating a lovely world for us to sink into cozily where no one could disturb us. It was nice at first, as all escapes are, but the addiction comes soon after.

The world became a lovely place to settle. Once the plot was constructed, and the setting was generalized enough to find my city somewhere in the pages, well, then all I had left were the characters that were so easily created. If all else failed that day, I had my writing to be with. And something about it always feels real; you can feel the emotion, the integrity, the love, the moments, even if they're just "made up."

This is how writes go crazy. Our fictional characters are not fictional, and I call bullshit to anyone who claims they actually created a character out of thin air. We can't draw lines as writers. We melt our fictional worlds with our reality and get lost in a sort of writer's purgatory, and that's why we get so hurt by who we love. It's always more to us.

Remember that time in the coffee shop? That's four pages, three years of thought, 1458 words. Remember that time we kissed on the bed when we were both really drunk at that party? That's eight pages, seven years of thought, more words than I can count.

So there you can find yourself, in my countless words and countless word documents, young and thriving in my memories where I can potentially keep you forever. The writing remains to stem from somewhere deeper than fiction." 

- Chelsea Moudry 

"I can turn you into poetry, but I cannot make you love me."

"I can't begin to imagine what it feels like to be wanted. // The concept of being needed is way beyond my comprehension."


Dare me. One day, I'll succeed. 

Greetings, March.

Hi March. Time flies.
It was just the beginning of Chinese New Year a few weeks back, and now it's over. Like time, money's gone as well.

Year of the Ssssss-snake

Chinese New Year Day 1, with baby Faith.

CNY Day 2, Mom with baby Eva Fei

When Canada meets China.

This year's Chinese New Year was all about the babies. The family's getting real huge and noisy with all the screaming kids and crying babies. There are two who stood out though, baby Eva Fei and baby Faith. A cousin of mine left for Canada a couple of years back, and came back this year, married and with a kid. Her husband is a French living in Canada and they created this first Eurasian baby in the family. Her name's Eva Fei.

Eva Fei with her Patrick.

Little China Doll

Everyone was vying to play with her. Thank goodness I managed to take a picture with her before my cousin flew back to the Great White North. I also love the little china doll, baby Faith. Because she's so chubby and so independent, she's totally fine when her parents handed her over to us and allowed us to bring her around the neighborhood for a walk without them.

In other not really surprising news, I fell in love with snapping photos of skyandshit.

Acrophobia

Then I started planning for my future.

Say No to 6.9million population in Singapore.

Went for my first ever protest. It was one I was proud to be a part of. Singaporeans of different race, language, and religion stood together as one and voiced out our displeasure in harmony.

#waywire

Got inspired by photos on tumblr, so I decided to make one myself. My own jug of money is growing, many thanks to the red packet I received over the Chinese New Year. This particular pile is for a trip to Japan this year, it's a promise I made to Marie on her last day in Singapore, or rather our last day spent together in Singapore. I cannot afford to break anymore promises, I loathe myself because I couldn't keep one huge one in the past. 

Lastly, friends, celebrity crush and Eminem.

Have been hanging out a whole lot with this three musketeers. Though we're not really a perfect fit, like we're odd in our own little ways and sometimes our humor can't seem to match, I'm thankful for having them in my life right now. It's a new found clique, like it happened only two months ago, though we've known each other for years now, I hope this will go the distance. Thank you for bringing smiles and laughter into my life when I thought I've lost it for good.

Detroit stand up. So glad to have this in my cap collection. It took nearly half a year to arrive, and I thought it would never get here, ever. It's something too good for me to pass on, so I bought it the minute I saw it go on sale. 

Yeah, Jennifer Lawrence's my celebrity crush. She's like this down-to-earth, girl-next-door type of person. She's 22 and she's won quite a number of huge awards like the Oscars and the Golden Globe. 

Simplest way to make you understand why I love her so much.

Yeah, that's all for now.

March, please, please be good.