Slowly my parents are gonna give in :) 

Happiness is within the grasps of my palm

It's been awhile, 

I want you and everyone else to know I'm happy with my life. 

I can definitely not ask for more because people have been giving me a lot more than what I could ask for. 

Satisfied? yes! Contented? Not yet, because I still have a long way to go. 

I'm happy. So thank you for anyone's concern :) 

(there's a conversation behind this picture which is epic)

I do think this photo of Daria is a great picture of us

Btw, I'm doing a DIY coaster gift project with someone..

Will be updating it on Instagram often.. So.. Take a look! If interested, do contact! 

Seeking Refuge

Give the heart a break sometimes 

Honesty, trust, and faith and a keeper is all I could ask for.. 

Take the Leap of Faith 

Hold it there

It's only the second day and I'm already feeling the agony and pain. I don't like being apart from something for long, and the only thing that is keeping me from falling apart is photographs and reliving the moments in my mind.

Hold me closer the next time I see you. My battery life
is dying each day. 

Hidden pain

Everytime. 

When I first started working in Windowsill Pies , it started with a pure motive, to kill time after grandma's funeral, when supposedly I was suppose to rest a month perhaps and start working till August this year. But grandma's unexpected fall was unexpected and everything became really tiring. Staying up almost every night with grandma in the hospital as her condition became good then worsens as time passed, never did I ever expect her to pass on. I don't even know if she know I was there with her the whole time, because the only time she acknowledged one's presence was my dad, my cousin and my aunt. I can't take care better than the two ladies mentioned, but I tried my best. The thought of my grandma suddenly coughing bloody phlegm scares me even till today. Was it me? Was it because I didn't take care well enough? Why did I leave my grandma to meet my mum for dental that day? Why did I leave ? I really blame myself on that. 

Why did I leave?????????????!! 

I really hate myself on that. I had to keep up a tough front infront of my little sister especially. I hate it that I have to keep it in. I don't know what my grandma is thinking all these while.. I should stop here now .. Before things get worst..

Afterwards, the thought of working for the money was second to the first motive. Surfing. That was what it kept me going and going even when my dad tries to stop from working. It went on for about two months .. Then a lot of things happened in the cafe. 

Till today, my motive has not been the same anymore. I work for the passion. The passion to make someone's day to be better, for the experience I have now is just purely genuine and to help out whatever I can with the cafe.. But at the same time please do not take a advantage of me.

 Just be honest with me is all I can ask for. Don't go over to the top cause I will hate you for lying in my face. That's just immorally wrong and karma will get back to you . I promise. I swear. 

INSTAGRAM WORTHY

Taken so many instagram photos.. Don't want to spam it there.. Pretty fun day

Fridate with Sushi. Missing Renee :( 

Top lookalike!!

"Told ya it'd be towed away~"

(Bought this new tote bag with sushi as a couple bag with her)

LOST AND FOUND LIZARD FOSSIL IN MY HOUSE. #MINE

Raw.. 

Hidden;

I should be doing my homework instead of typing this post, but I have a lot going through my mind right now. Why you'd ask? It's because I'm thinking about something,(someone)
There's something about this green palm tree hair..
 But I can't possibly figure out why. (LOL, I know why, because I love you)
Maybe there's something about it that's imprinted onto me, like how Jacob from Twilight has imprinted unto Bella's baby girl.

For some reason, it'd has caught me thinking and thinking and thinking non-stop. (MISSING YOU)

A random thought about Love. This really delicate, yet scary looking piece of heart that you can't possibly define it.

I always thought that love would be be a "pie" with a cherry on top. However it's not what it looks in the end that matters, but the process instead.

No matter how much you want a pretty pie, it's all about the process.

Love is never easy. It's harder than math formulas and tricker than science. But if you manage to figure it out, it's all worth while.