Slut: A woman with the morals of a man.
Woe betide Xue, I’m not there yet. :p

Slut: A woman with the morals of a man.
Woe betide Xue, I’m not there yet. :p

Things will still screw up when you put in efforts.
People will still disappoint when you trust them.
Life will still fuck you upside down when you are just trying to make the best of what you have.

God,
grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can
and the weaponry to make the difference.

with UOB is so fucking secured that I have to resort to folding A4 paper into envelopes (good intention of the bank but very, very lame style of execution) to “write in” for an increase in fund transfer limits.

The article is more than 10 years old. The same dilemma remains: Do we have the right to choose death over life?

is a pain in the ass. I can’t understand how people find it enjoyable to choose tables, chairs, wardrobes, dressers and all that jazz. Doesn’t help when I have zero spatial visualisation skills. Or that all furniture places are filled with happy, smiley, excited people.
Nevertheless, I can’t do without amazing parents who allow for my whims like painting the room orange and getting everything else in black. Plus they don’t care that my room will look as masculine as (if not more than) the bro’s. And did I mention that they haven’t stuck me on a budget yet?

In the past 24 hours, my total food consumption is one packet of cranberries.
Sloth doesn’t always have to come together with greed.
But seriously, If cleansing (even though not planned for) is good for the soul, why don’t I feel better?
