The Bottom Line
They may be a bit insensitive, but they're telling the truth. You must respect that.
In Detail
You don't usually ask for help from anyone -- and accepting it is tough for you, too. If you were to buckle and accept, you'd have to explain to yourself why you couldn't manage this alone, but realizing that, while you're the very soul of capability and responsibility, you're not omnipotent, will be good for you. After all, a dose of humility doesn't hurt every now and then. Your turn? Maybe.
this read can be true for 2 things.
1. my asking for help for drawing from sandra on sunday night when i was at my wits end of being terrified that i cant complete 7drawing assignments in a fucking night. i really dont like asking for help from people but i thought i really wouldnt be able to manage, so after much contemplation, i asked sandra to help on a particular painting.
but i was dissed off, though with good reasons and thus forgiveable, by sandra. haha.
2. breaking down, finally, on monday(19/02) night at david's class gathering. in front of them all, i fell on my knees and cried my heart out. i hate losing myself and the one strong outlook i proudly hold on to. but after going crazy and laughing so hard to keep myself occupied and my thoughts freed of him, and telling myself how happy i can still be without him, i broke down real hard.
and thankfully there are the people who will be there to assist me in picking myself up.
thank you sandra...
for the big tight hug, for holding me so firmly that i know i'll never be alone, for your hushes to soothe this 'baby' in me, and for your efforts in making me laugh through the tears.
thank you eepei...
for not being afraid of touching my mucus and tears soaked tissues and helping me to burn them all away, for your words of comfort and empathy, for wanting to be there for me, and, for just being there.
thank you eliza too...
for spiritually being there and the nice big hug after you've heard. =)
thank you david...
for your concern, for your food and wine, and for your kind words.
thank you wan...
for diverting full attention on your new found favourite.
thank you justin...
for spoiling everyone's mood.
haha.
anyway, pictures!!! =)

accustomising to my shitty mood and the sudden silly and selfish need to bum ONLY at suntec starbucks and our love for cam-whoring. moments as such should never be forgotten. hearts to sandra, justin and hafiz. =)

i llloveee sandra because.

and the ones right from woodbridge.

the night i went more than berserk.
and on today... had class trip to the same museum we went to last year, for a different topic though. i suddenly had a mad thought... maybe my next kinda guy will be someone who knows enough to bring me to the museum and tell me the stuff he knows and to be able to answer my individualised questions? but definitely still someone with a wry sense of humor please!




and please, please, please let this be the first and last time.
Last Time
by Shea Seger
Take some sense
And I’ll stumble home
It’s been awhile since I’ve been alone
I’ll break some bread
And I’ll pour some wine
The conversation will be all mine
But if I wake up with you
It will be the last time
And if I still adore you
It will be the last time
And if I stumble to you
It will be the last timeBits and pieces of the night before
Candle wax lying on the floor
Scraps of paper you’re not meant to find
A broken clock still telling time
But if I wake up with you
It will be the last time
And if I still adore you
It will be the last time
And if I stumble to you
It will be the last timeThere must be something I don’t recognize
There’s something here I don’t realize
A red sun on my windowpane
And next to me I see you again
But if I wake up with you
It will be the last time
And if I still adore you
It will be the last time
And if I stumble to you
It will be the last time