Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Oh dear world, please give me a signal whenever the right moment arrives.
I want to save myself from this suffocation.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

我好想随口问问他，到底是不是喜欢她。但又害怕会受伤。
不问他，心里一只不停的胡思乱想。

怎么办？

Sunday, February 20, 2011

I'm jealous because I observed too much.
I'm jealous because I care too much.
I'm jealous because I like too much.

Little bits of actions that he did, spark the jealousy inside me.
The smile, the look in his eye, their interactions, their photos..
Anything.

And it's act of jealous based on personal judgement.
For why, is this happening to me?
Am I crossing the limit?
Am I letting jealousy and paranoid controlling my brain?

Can't just someone appear to take him away from my heart?

Please. I'm suffocating badly.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Photoshop, the digital plastic surgeon.
Left: Before photoshopping
Right: After photoshopping

Can I make myself prettier virtually? LOL

Friday, February 18, 2011

I should be in a mental state of confusion sooner or later.

I need an answer now.

NO more assumption please. It's making me nuts.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

To all friends from the 90s,

http://jeremysng.wordpress.com/2010/05/08/some-things-i-remember-from-the-90s/#comment-241

Nostalgic yea?

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Recently, I feel that I'm at my limit. Nothing come out from my mind for some hell reason.
Design is all about play and being adventurous- yes. I tell myself that.
Still, nothing came out of my mind. I don't know what I'm worrying about.
Why I can't direct myself? Why someone need to direct me?
This isn't what design is about.
A theme is throw to you. You branch it out, decide which area to focus.
So easy, yet I'm stuck at this starting point. What the fart?

Tell me, if I'm really sucks, I will quit.
No point wasting another few years to realise that I sucks.
I don't want to be a mediocre designer.

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

I'm really bother by it seriously. I can't help because it's just so obvious. Anyone can just feel it.

I want to run away, really.

I hate to keep imaging and assuming.