What is there to push? LOL

I had come to accepting the fact that my breasts are indeed flat. 

A good number of women in this world, are blessed with generous portion of what most think defines women (of course not in my radical-feminist-opinion). Breasts. Yes, breasts. 

I however, have quite a modest portion. Or so I always mentioned to my lovers. 

I never thought of it as bad. Really. I only had wished for several times that I am one size bigger.

Think of it as flats and heels. 

Some women had it full, had it elevated a bit yea?

While others, who includes me, had it more comfortably grounded.

I never put tissues into my bras. Nor had I any cuttings on my girls to make it more plumped (thank goodness). I have a couple of push up bras. But the latter had been proven a disappointment. Why? You must've thought, "push up bras is like the best invention ever!"

Well, yes, but if you're like me, what is there to push? lol. I can now easily laugh at it. Flat girls have fun too. Just look at Piper Perebo and Kiera Knightley!

So, if a man ever got close to me and told me that my girls require some fixing, I will tell him one thing,

"So does your wiener."

and walk away ;]

Gong Xi Fa Chai

The lunar new year... I don't celebrate it, yet it's another wake up call shouting,

"YES! YOU NEED TO SNAP OUT OF IT!"

I despise new yearS. Not sure why, but perhaps because my birthday falls on the same date (with the solar new year that is). I never really understand the hype of "new life", "new beginning", and "resolution".

Being the least motivated person in the world, new year means nothing more than another 365 days full of struggle. 

The Spirit Lighting the Moon

You see, being a functional depressed person is not easy. Come to think of it, I think it's more of a bipolar thing. One minute I am okay, but most times, I feel like shit. But whatever it is, I just... function. I am too scared to end my own life. But I am also hating life. Whoa, what the hell happened in heaven when they sent my soul to this body? Hey, even God make mistakes.

Well, that's Ms. Pessimistic talking. Ms. Other Pole. Let's give her a name, shall we? I shall call you Dot. Because Dot, only thinks of the end. Bad endings.

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I have decided to post little stuffs now instead of long entries.

It is for the better, that I post fragments of my thoughts of the day, or week or month. It shall be a project to document my poor brain activity. 

So, voila, let's begin.