i've been the barister for 2 days alr. and my hands are like pruns.
i take like 1 billion years to do the drinks.

i am so tired. and tmr is pay day! woo!
violin in the morning.


there are things that i treasure so much that i want to keep them in a box.
but what about people?
treasuring them means keeping them away from harm?
letting them not do what they love cause of my own paranoiac thoughts?
is it to let them roam freely in the this big and dangerous world risking losing them?
or letting them do whatever they want as long as they are happy?
sometimes, i feel like keeping my family in a box.
and only i will be exposed to this unpredictable world.
but what can i do?
i can only trust God.
have faith of a mustard seed.

i just feel so pressured with my parents.
not because they give me pressure. but because i love them so
i pressure myself.

And God.
i'm constantly feel like i have to do the best for You
but i just am not doin so.


things that ppl i love say
goes straight to the heart.
if it's bad.
it's like a sword which pierces through all
and it just rings in ur ear.


praying for a better day.
i love God.