Men age like wine. Women age like...

Tofu?

Probably, cos I do feel pretty fermented ever since I got back.

This place is so deserted, I feel like I'm rambling to myself. Whatever. Writing to myself seems less pitiful than talking to myself.

Life updates.
Still job hunting. Still sick of talking about it.

This weekend is a very sorrowful weekend.
Like as if my life isn't bitter enough.

Although my faith is flickering like a candle in the wind, my passion is still burning like the sun. Still, age is against my favour this weekend.

Aside from the fact that 3May is right after the weekend.... NO WAIT! BECAUSE 3May is right after the weekend, I have lost ALL my guts to publicise my fangirl(?) behaviours.
It hurts ALOT (almost suffocating) to know that one fifth of TVXQ is on the same island as I am and yet I'm too chicken to enter the battlefield.

Despite being a fan, I sincerely hope that Singaporeans will give the other twin a balanced amount of screams and support. Don't make it too obvious that they are only there for the cheese and not the twin.

Honestly, I'd care less for the twin and scream my hearts out only for the cheese, which is partly why I chose to hide stay at home.
Yea... It's an excuse, but whatever makes me happy right?

P.S. even if I don't see 22 candles, I still feel rotten. The only consolation I can give myself is that at least I'm not drying up yet, cos by then, I'll probably never be able to prove that I'm not drying up no matter how much tears I produce. No wait, I probably should be more careful whenever I cry cos it may speed up the wrinkling process.

Nonetheless, I'm still fermenting. FML.