Teach. Sing. Write. Fly. Dive. Rave.

I'm not the girl your mom warned you about, her imagination was never this good.

Work for pasta and ice cream and also makes pasta and ice cream work for me.

Altimate Atas.
Shoe broke.
Stole tape from polar.
Ran like a maniac.
Lights.
Dancing.
Flaming drinks.
Persistant Stalkers.
Smiles.
Pointing.
Gazing.
Daring.
Asked fr Drinks x 2
Rejected.
Judgements.

I crave the attention. Yet i put u down because i know i jus want that feeling of being attractive. Of being craved. The feeling as hardcore as a drug.

I know im not confident enough. I know looks and being desired is my innate nature. Yet i have the whole other side of rationality and morals. How can one feel like a women of leisure while being tortured by her moral thoughts.

Just tonight. Think and appreciate how far you have come. You were gorgeous to everyone in the room. Girls could have been hotter. They could have dressed sexier. But you. Dear wendy. When you stood at the dance floor when it was empty, you danced so hardcore it started a dancefloor. You made yourself into a fool by doing your cooking dance or basic mockery of ah beng dance. Dancing manly. Being judged and pointed at by boys and girls. Frankly you felt like you belong because you just danced and let haters hate. You felt so free. Everyone thought you were strange.. then on closer look , some thought you were special and cute. People pinched your cheeks and threw more judgements. Both good and bad. I have never danced like that in my life.

You got offerred drinks at all the coolest tables. Hall 15 wanted to steal you back. They looked at you and saw value. Trust me.. it starts with looks but im sure it ended with how you ferociously moved. How you looked like there was no standard for women to dance sexily for attention. You danced funnily and with so much bombastic energy it amazed yourself. Everyone clapped.

Remember this moment. You once had that. No one can take that away from you(: Now lead a life proper. And this haven shall be a memory of comfort.

Wendy, be the fulcrum of your own universe