You meet someone.
You two get close.
It's all great for a while.
Then someone stops trying.
You talk less.
You drift apart.
When you try to get in touch again,
There are only awkward silences and awkward conversations.
So you give up.
No more communication, whatsoever.
Memories start to fade.
The person you know becomes the person you knew.
That's how it usually goes, right?
People always walk out of my life.
It's sad, isn't it?

I've been receiving many nonsensical questions on my ask.fm recently and one in particular pissed me off. It all started with one questions asking me whether I mind if my boyfriend masturbates (if I have one), which I answered that I don't mind. My secondary school classmates are pretty open-minded and we've talked about this before. I've come to accept that 99% of the guys have masturbated before some time in their lives and the other 1% are... liars :X. BUT ANYWAY, that's not the main point.



This question here is the main point. After how you insulted my modesty, I think I have every right to be angry. (I wasn't angry at first but after reading how righteous he thinks he is...) This prick acts like he is not at the wrong and that I'm over-reacting (I presume that it's a he). I AM open-minded and I talk to my friends about sensitive topics (sex, masturbation, bras, etc) BUT not when it's on the Internet where everyone can see it.

You don't go around asking girls their bra size in real life, so what makes you think it's okay to do it on the Internet? Just because you're anonymous? Guys, treat girls the way you want your mother or future daughter(s) to be treated. Do you want them to be talking to sleazy guys like these?




According to their profiles, they are at least five years older than me (assuming that the first guy has completed his NS and signed on with SAF), and in the eyes of the law, I'm still a minor. If you don't want your future daughter(s) to be talking to guys like these, DON'T BE THIS KIND OF GUYS!

And girls answering these questions, think about it. How would your mother feel if she stumbled upon your ask.fm and read you answering about your bra size or brand? You don't even know who's behind the screen asking these questions. It may be a pedophile for all you know. I'm all in for being 100% honest when it comes to answering questions but there has got to be a limit! Call me old-fashion but I believe that girls should be treated with respect, but if you don't respect your own privacy first then who are you to ask respect from people?

Sometimes we try to escape the every challenge life has given us. Like how, every time we've got a problem, instead of thinking how to resolve it, we're thinking more of how to find a way around it and try to act as if the problem does not exist. What's the point of the challenges given by life if we just choose to avoid it in the end instead of facing it?

Everything is passing by too fast. It felt like yesterday when I was queuing up to buy my secondary school uniform way back in secondary one. Yet, secondary school is now just another chapter of life that I have left behind me. Ngee Ann Polytechnic has opened another door for me and today was the end of my freshmen orientation camp.









Even though I had fun and made new friends, I can't help but hope that time can stop, or at least slow down for me. It can get quite depressing when you realised how time flies by so fast, and yet you haven't done much with your life. All you could remember was just sitting there watching your life pass you by.

Thinking about the future worries me. I don't know where am I heading to. I love being in the spotlight, I love the media, I love writing. But as things start to get competitive, as things start to get serious, I see myself falling. How many people chose to work in this industry and come out alive? That handful. I used to be so sure that I made the right decision, but now even my faith is wavering. I know they say follow your dreams, but what if your dreams are too unrealistic? We all want to be happy at the end of the day. But what truly makes me happy?

They say beauty is but skin deep. But the sad truth is that when we first see someone, we created an impression on him/her. And first impression counts. You can be intelligent, diligent, hardworking and all but if you looked like a mess and go for job interviews, I highly doubt the chance that you will be given the job. That is just how the world works.

Breaking at the cracks.
And everything goes black.
It's another heart attack.
And I can't handle that.
If everything could just last.