Update from the land of TheSmartLocal:

"There is a nightlife in Singapore.

There is a nightlife in Singapore.

There is a nightlife in Singapore.

I hear naysayers going on about how Singapore has no nightlife and we're not as fun and we ban gum (that we really do hahaha oops) and we probably study at night till dawn because w r the azian kidz man.

And I've had enough!



Singapore's nightlife is one to be reckoned with and how do I back myself up? Zouk was recently just voted Top #5 Club in the World. SINGAPORE NIGHTLIFE COMPLAINERS WHO ARE TOO LAZY TO STEP INTO ZOUK SAY WHAAAAT?

(cue "what" from the misinformed)

This is your bible to the top 3 clubs in Singapore:"



Read the rest here!:
http://www.thesmartlocal.com/read/top-3-singapore-nightclubs-that-should-be-on-your-bucket-list

x

Homage and tribute to my post with this song I discovered.
I found this song accidentally.

And it felt like I was meant to find it and listen to it sobbingly.

"After one or two I get used to the room
We go slow when we first make our moves
By five or six I'll bring you out to the car
By number nine with my head on the bar
And it's sad but true out of cash and i-o-u's

I got desperate desires, and unadmirable plans
My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent
Bring you back to the bar get you out of the cold
My sober straight face gets you out of your clothes.
And they're scared that we know all the crimes they'll commit
Who they'll kiss before they get home

I will lie awaken and lie for fun
And fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say

Barely conscious in the door where you stand.
Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes your demands
You laugh at every word trying too hard to be cute
I almost feel sorry for what I'm gonna do
And your hair smells of smoke
Who will cast the first stone?
You can sin or spend the night all alone

Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold
In the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone
And you're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start
If you let me have my way I swear I'll tear you apart

Cause its all you can be
You're a drunk
And you're scared
Its ladies night all the girls drink for free

I will lie awake and lie for fun
And fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say

I will lie awake and lie for fun
And fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say"

... Can't believe nobody adores this song the way I do.

My examinations have come to an end!

I am so sobbingly grateful that my paper was easy and I am even more grateful for the ridiculous guyfriends I have who are willing to stay around and eat crappy food just so me and my equally ridiculous girlfriends can get the cutesy soft toy that Mcdonald's is smartly advertising.



A month of relaxation and stress ahead!

"Well, you can always be thinner... look better."

On a never-ending road to like myself one day.

Early celebration with the girls because we cool lyk dat. No actually it's because our dearest April studied for a wrong paper and we were all feeling her anxiety and anixety attacls = food, so yeah.

Sidenote: I like colors.

(pointless post ahead:)



i. Do I miss you?

Of course I do.

ii. Do I miss my old days?

To be reckless and to not give a fuck, to drink to please my friends, to dance and step on anyone in my way, to sing and shout like there's only me in my world

At one point, I stopped controlling



What had started out as a once in a while affair, quickly escalated into a mess of weekly music, alcohol and dizzy cab rides. I left house looking proud and sultry. I come back semi-drunk and in a mess.

At one point, I stopped caring.



I started to overdrink. My mum called me on my phone, and when my friend passed it to me, I realized at that moment in time, I completely forgot there's anyone else in the world but me. I forgot my own family.



At one point, I got worse.

I decided nothing was worth anything anymore and I drank my nights away. Even on days when the clubs are closed, I kept my dates to a schedule to make sure I got my tequila hit everyday.



At one point, I broke.

I saw a guy who looked like you. Then, I saw a guy who dressed like you. Then, I saw a guy who sounded like you. It drove me fucking insane, which meant I fed myself more and more drinks to dilute it away.



At that same point, I woke.

I knew I was done.

I was guarding a female friend, and in the midst of her drunkness, I saw absolute clarity. The way people behave in clubs, the way they influence to live life for the night, the way this place devour morals.

No.

I wanted out.

I needed to know I could get a grip on myself and not further lose myself to this night addiction. I knew I needed to snap out or risk tripping into that abyss. I knew I couldn't afford to lose myself anymore.

For the entirety of the period I was clubbing, I lost touch with all my close guy friends because I came to be subdued by the fact that all guys are only periodical. They refresh themselves after 2 months, why give a fuck. I kept my girlfriends at an arm's length. I feel ill and depressed and miserable and I didn't want to impose.

I was a wreck - waking up only to pray the night falls so I can forget again. I was a mess - consuming myself with sad stories and memories to cry myself to sleep. I was a complete fuck up.

No.

No longer.

I've been club-less for a month and more now. I listen to escapades and drunk stories. I feel my club beats enticing me on my earpiece. I ache to feel the high of my old tequila and belvedere.

Do I miss that lifestyle?

Of course I do.

But for everything that lifestyle can give me, it cannot give me you.

iii. Do I miss you?

Of course I do.

iv. Do I have chances of getting better?

Of course I don't.

See, I wanted to type "do". Because I'm a poetic little bitch and it has to follow the frame I've set from the start. But by no intention, I added "don". I backspaced. And my fingers typed "dot". I backspaced. "Don't" really seems to be the correct fit, doesn't it?

Abrupt end because it's late and my thoughts are at sundown.

Happy birthday you old, naggy man!

I will find my way back to you
You will not be my cautionary tale
And neither will I be yours

I will be stronger than this emptiness
I will be braver than this fear
I will be tougher than my doubts

And I will find my way home

Badmintion with the familia.

 

Why is my baby brother so cute?

God only knows how much I love you all.

Study date with su an and ramenplay and MY GOD I LOVE BRAISED EGGS.

Hello,



Today is the day the bulk of the love of my life graduate.

And here's a photo log for me to smile at always:



WHAT UP I'M A GRADUATE I BEGGED NP ECE FOR MY CERT

#NOSHAME







3 YEARS AND MANY MORE LOVE TO COME.



#2fierce4u.







Oh the people I love with everything I have.















I probably cost Mr Tey his only failure percentage oh my god I AM SO SORRY SIR.

















My favourite man with my rose and me in oversized robes HAIYO #graduateproblems









My bodyguards who'd throw me to the wolves anyday HEHEHE.





And the people I would give up everything I have for.

Happy graduation all of you.

I love you all and may your journeys here on be nothing short of fucking amazing.