ive got questions.


how do you tell someone dear to you that you're unhappy with them without hurting him/her?

why is it that the richer you get, the unhappier you become?

why do you always think that the grass is greener on the other side?
why do you always look down on your own blood?

why is it that i've endured hours of flights, trains and bus rides in exchange for this nightmare?
why didnt i learn my lesson in hongkong?

why does stubborness and forgetfulness runs in the family?


why do i so freaking resemble the things i hate about the both of you?


why are you so freaking unable to accept your faults and still insist that you're right?
cant you understand? we're in CHINA, a place with their own culture and style.


why do you people freaking have to set double standards?




sometimes i feel just so different from you, as if i'm from another world.
you deal with the dollars while i struggle with my cents.
is it the 10 year gap between us or is it just..us?
you know something. i admit you really pamper me a lot, but i dont feel the love.
you'd get me this, you'd get me that, till i slowly began to feel numb about possessing those gadgets.
i miss your laughter(s); the cheerfulness of it.
sometimes, it doesnt take the best to delight you. instead, it is the simpliest little joys that make you smile all day.



i hate getting lookovers and those "look-at-you, you-dont-deserve-my-attention-cos-i'm-sure-you-don't-have-the-purchasing-power" attitude.
let me tell you this my dears, the stupidest thing in the service sector is to judge a book by its cover.


i resist control in any form.
i love to stop and look at little things and be amazed by the beauty and creativity of them.
so tell me how am i supposed to go ahead and look at my stuffs while knowing that my parents are bored and waiting for me outside and it's only 12 degrees?
how am i not supposed to feel vexed and bad about it?






i.. ive got so much more to say.
could you find my words for me?
cos i cant.