my head is throbbing from the terrible smell of burning incense.

let me say im dreading chinese new year tomorrow.
i dont want to travel around, eat tons of junk food that make my throat itches, smiling and listening to adults-talks, say greetings that are said just for the sake of saying.
i dont wana go around wearing things i feel uncomfortable in, in the terrible heat, and acting like everything is okay
but anyhow, like wad beat says.

i'll just eat oranges and collect money
she makes it sounds so easy, and worth being happy.
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i think i will never become the girl that treat shopping as a hobby.
nor will i ever become the sort of girl with tons of heels and dresses.

its okay that i dont like watching movies in the theatres, dancing to terribly loud music, and standing in places thronging with half of singapore's population.

its okay
because i like myself that way.

the little prince: the eyes are blind, you see best with your heart.