Anonymous said...

"you are one big dissimulator. Tsk tsk tsk!

A certified woman of ostentation. I pity you!"



.....Awww thanks you. :) The greatest! You're still the same shit, just moved in a different island.

It's been a while. :]

Last year, painting life was unexplainable. I was very hopeless. But then, life was very great to give me more than what I could ask for. More than what I deserve to have. I have proved myself that I can make a difference. That I am not worthless. That I am better. Of course life wouldn't be complete without the undying bitches that will try to pull you down, but the hell do I care? You keep on destroying me, mouthing words, etc. and I will always wave my middle finger to you with pride.

Life is indeed a big journey for all of us. We gain some and we lose. We fall, yet we manage to get up and move on. My mom is my life. My REAL family is my life. The people whom I call TRUE friends is my life. LOVE is my life. Life is like a painting. Start the drafting by your parents, stencil, draw, shade and color by the people around you as you grow up. Life is like looking on a blank canvass with a big picture on your head, as it will be a very very perfect masterpiece.

when i was young, I dreamed that I started painting my life going to different places. 23 years after, it seemed to be coming into reality and realizing that I am indeed painting another picture in my autobiography.

I had a painting session in Indonesia.
in Thailand.
in Malaysia.
in Laos.
in Japan.
in Hongkong.
in China.

Next stop, Singapore.
And next stop, I won't tell because I might jinx it.

See you on Sentosa next week! :]