Guess who's back. Back again.

I have decided that it is extremely unproductive to be emo, THEREFORE, I shall try my damnedest not to be. Happiness is a state of mind, people. SAY IT WITH ME! Happiness is a state of minddddd.

I've also decided to stop destroying my blog the way I self destruct, because this blog has done nothing but help me psychologically/ mentally/ whatever and it deserves some RESPECT MANZ. It is of course a battle waged everyday with myself, internally and externally because my family is like that, crazy, nonsensical, and built on a foundation of no logic at all, quite the opposite in fact.

While that may be the case, it's no reason for me to be such a wuss.
Remember, ksah.


MONEY not equals to HAPPINESS.


I shall succeed in ways that are FOOD FOR THE SOUL, and sufficient money is, well.. sufficient. Unless I'm lucky enough to snag a rich dude and be a tai tai, but SUCCESS IS ATTAINING MUCH FOOD FOR THE SOULLLLL, much advice to be remembered here, people.


In case you're wondering, the picture above is not drawn by me (oh puh-lease, the insult if you were thinking that!) It's drawn by this really adorable kid in my Saturday night religious classes. She drew me on her brand new whiteboard, bestowing me such honour really. Then, she wanted to draw some more but there! was! no! space! Because my fat face had already eaten up so much space, so thus, she was in much dilemma.

And me, being sooooo brilliant, suggested that I could take a photo of it with my newbututterlyuselesspainintheass handphone's camera. She lit up in joy at having her art being finally immortal. Every week, she'd come to me and tell me to show her the picture on my handphone while she marvel at her artistic brilliance. Then she would carry my phone around and show off her art work to anyone who would look- her mother- receive praises and positively glowing after that, much to my utmost distress at her little hands handling my already dysfunctional new phone.

And I must say, she could be the next Da Vinci because look! The drawing looks EXACTLY like me. My face is as round as the moon and my facial features too small for my fat face. What did I say? EXACTLY LIKE ME I TELL YOU.
She has a weird way of drawing my tudung, but it's okay, the only flaw was that I swear I wasn't wearing any floral printed dress drawn in the picture.
That dress was PURELY FICTIONAL.


Before I end off, I'd like to thank all my wonderful friends who actually bother to read this blog and be updated about my insignificant life(or maybe just for entertainment since I'm suchhh a joke) and THANK YOUUUS for the well wishes and concern over my mental health, I love yous, you know who you are. If you're going through shit, don't hesitate to look me up caz I'll never turn you away and I probably won't be of much help but you can laugh at me, I'm sure it'll make you feel at least marginally better :)

SHOUT OUTS
- Good luck for A's JC freaks!!
- Speedy recoveryyyy Raymond! :D
- Good luck on your 300 burps application shiz, Ryyy!
- I miss you, people who are overseas!
- Thank you, Cass <3
- Thank you, Jacob :)





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Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me?