I need to get out more now.
To search for my answer.
Don’t just settle, Jaslin.

I love the crap I get myself into.
Abso-f-ing-lutely loving it!

I hate it when I say what’s on my mind, and all I get in return is ‘ok’.
That response, is far from ok.

Take me seriously, or you’re going to regret when I walk away from you.



I’ve never had, and never will be your first.
Perhaps, I’m just waiting for the right time to leave.

I feel restless.
I’m confused.

And I may be back at ground zero, but I’m glad I’ve learnt a whole lot more about myself.

On the edge of desire

There I just said it. I’m scared you’ll forget about me.


There I sat, facing the other side of the little road.

Wala Wala. That band you said we should catch.

On a Wednesday.

We should have went to watch them play. But I didn’t make it happen. And you didn’t ask again. Perhaps asking twice is your limit.

I don’t feel as much pain.

But I still feel the little ache that reminds me of what should have been.


I need to pull myself out of the mess I created.

I realised I forgot how happy feels like.

I need more than the happiness I get from retail therapy, and from talking to my favorite people. Not because I’m greedy, but because I looked back and realise that I haven’t been able to smile and laugh from the bottom of my heart, for the longest time.