i am brutally sick and tired of getting anxious and tired of tiny little things.
somehow it makes up to a big hoo haa.
but the anxiety i go through is treacherous.
everyday i have to try not to think about all the little things that pops up in my head.
avoiding them by talking to myself.
asking myself how's my day.
asking imaginary people for a trip to China.
what have i become.
some solitary confused..person.
i need a shrink.
nah, maybe just pills.





i was looking forward for the results for Pedra Branca.
somehow i knew Singapore would win.

yay to the tiny island.