hello there,

you’ve stumbled upon the diary of an angsty and gloomy 19 year old who’s prone to severe moodswings, bitchfits and life’s sad, pathetic, depressing moments. This is a collection of thoughts from my head, typed fastidiously onto this little blog and posted for anyone who cares to read it. I like to focus on the darker side of things.

Currently a student media and communication at singapore polytechnic. Prone to discomfort in crowded places or any social occasions. Likes hiding under covers on rainy days and the smell of freshly cut grass. Wants to write and travel the world.

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City Lights
Saturday, September 29, 2012 @ Saturday, September 29, 2012
Sometimes I wish there was a manual for this. There probably is but it's probably full of bullshit. I've been reading up on this and it tells me that just because I argue with him a lot, it isn't real. I piss him off a lot and I get angry for the silliest reason but at the end of the day, I'm still willing to try. Truth is, I can't imagine it being anymore real without the fights. How do you love someone when the both of you are always happy? When things start to sour, that's when you see how people really are.

I want to grow accustomed to his idiosyncrasies and confidently tell people, "Oh, he's always like that one." I want to know him. Every scar. Every time his emotions get the better of him. Every time things get ugly between us. 


Spent a while by Singapore River on Wednesday. Heart to heart talk with him and it made everything better. Even though he's not the best at expressing himself, he always does his best at making me understand what he's trying to say. And I guess I got exactly what he was trying to say that night, even if he didn't tell me in the most obvious way. Thank you, Danial ♥

The first time I met him, I never thought he'd ever open up to me. Ever. 
But things change, things always change. 
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Monday Blues
Saturday, September 22, 2012 @ Saturday, September 22, 2012
Now listening: Tarantula - Spirit Tramp

Monday Morning //

Celebrated Kelila's 18th birthday in the morning! So I met Aiyin and Mayfan in the morning at the mcdonald's near Kelila's house and we bought her hotcakes. Mayfan cut them up into heartshapes and we set off to K's house. 

Surprised Kelila at her doorstep with her breakfast and she appeared at the door with a book in her hand. Seriously, she's like the only girl who actually reads at 9 in the morning. Ate breakfast and caught up with the girls with America's Next Top Model on. 

It's been a while since I've been to her area. It's basically near my secondary school and it's a 20 min bus ride away so you can pretty much see why I haven't been there much. I just realised that all of their houses are within walking distance from each other and I'm the only loser who lives at Pioneer. 

Monday Night //

Went to vt practice. Didn't do much. Sang a bit. I listened to the juniors more than anything. Heart to heart talk with one of them when he suddenly told me he needed to talk to me. He opened up to me about a few things even though I didn't think we were that close. I listened to him and then he gave me a hug afterwards to thank me. 

"I don't know why. I feel like I can trust you." 

Not the first time I've heard that. I swear these are the people who have a their own tiny little space in my heart. They dare to bare their feelings to me. Sometimes I listen to them and feel sad because I have no real way to help them with their problems. But then sometimes all they really need is just someone to listen and that's what I do best. 

(Just found out it's going to be his birthday on Monday ._. Definitely going to bake cookies for him)

More talking with another junior to clear up some misunderstandings. 
Ended the night singing Isn't She Lovely with Hani and Keith. 
Our instructor heard us and we're going to showcase it on Monday (: 

On another note, 
I wish I could make the people around me happier.
How do I do that when I'm so unhappy myself. 
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Cat and Mouse.
Friday, September 21, 2012 @ Friday, September 21, 2012
I always knew I would fall in love person when I'm given the chance to see their vulnerabilities. Most people liken a show of emotion to a display of weakness. I disagree and I think that it makes them a little more human with a little more heart. 

Today, he rolled up his sleeves and showed me his bare arms so that I could see the scars of his  childhood. He told me stories of his past. It made me sad but as always, he had a smile playing on his lips. Sometimes I think it's a defense mechanism for him so that people can't see what he's really like. 

But he has a nice smile. 
I don't mind if it lingers. 
I wish everyone could see him through my eyes. 
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Baby steps.
Monday, September 17, 2012 @ Monday, September 17, 2012
This is his face everytime I tell him something stupid. 

Saturday night
Went over to Danial's house and made a mess. I fell sick at around 2am. He gave me a glass of water and told me to sleep. Spent the rest of the night rolling around in bed, sweating and trying to ignore the pain. He slept beside me. Both of us woke up at different intervals throughout the night. No good night's sleep for either of us.

Sunday morning
Woke up and he asked me what I wanted for breakfast. We had cereal, which I haven't eaten for a while. Went out of the house for his soccer match. Chilled at the playground waiting for him. My vision was blurring and I felt terrible. He bought me eyedrops and lunch, which I couldn't finish. Then he sent me home to my block from Tampines and then went back home alone. 

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So he basically took care of me the whole day.

I take him for granted. It's not that I don't realise the things he's done for me, it's just that it takes time for me to realise. Sometimes I need to step back to open my eyes. He's dealt with my moodswings and attitudes. We could be fighting but everytime I start to cry, he holds me and tries his absolute best to make it better. I feel so safe with him. He gives me so much and does so much for me and I still put him through a lot of bullshit.


I feel very lucky to have him around. 
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I believe in fairytales and serendipitous encounters
Monday, September 10, 2012 @ Monday, September 10, 2012
I am a piscean.
I am the last sign of the zodiac, 
the sign that completes the whole circle. 
I am a water sign. 


I really believe in horoscopes for some reason. Personality wise, it's pretty spot on. For me, it's assuring to think that your life has been mapped out by the stars and planets which are billions of light years away. And why do I think it's assuring? It kinda means that I am here for a reason. Something was planned for me and I'm not just another lost soul wandering through life.

Venus in Pisces (nature in love)
Once again, astrologers call Venus in Pisces “a dreamer, a romantic, an idealist.” Along with Cancer, Pisces is one of the more starstruck of the signs — a person who lives for love. But Pisces, as opposed to other signs, wants real love — not a love. With Venus in Pisces, you want a partner to be your perfect match. That means best friend, lover, and everything to you. You also want him (or her) to feel the same way about you. Though you can be absolutely gaga in love, work and timing are also very important to you. Every element has to be right for you to go through with love … not just one component. Love must be integral and seemingly your destiny. You instinctively know the second you meet someone if you would be a good match together. 

Mercury in Aquarius (communication style)
You vary from being loquacious when you're interested in something to going silent when you're not. No one knows what's going to come out of your mouth. One thing, though, is that you're never vulgar. You have an inherent elegance that comes out in your speech, a basic goodness that's hard to deny. People want to talk to you and confide in you. You can put someone at ease with a few choice words. This is your gift. Though you may be an open person, you're very careful with what you say. You never want to pressure anyone because you don't like it when they do the same to you. 

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I am a brave girl, don't you dare doubt it.
Sunday, September 2, 2012 @ Sunday, September 02, 2012
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Bring me there.
Sunday, September 02, 2012
take me to your heaven.

It's 5am and I have to meet JM in approximately 4 hours to record a cover. Even though I'm yawning incessantly, I have no urge to sleep. I've been sleeping way too much these past two days. Let me just finish this post and then maybe I'll get to bed.

I've recognised that people tend to shut out and forget about the unpleasant things. What I'm referring to are the things that are painful to think about. Maybe it's a bad memory or words you hate to hear. Most people run away from those things or bury them deeeeeep inside their heads so that they don't have to deal with them.

Not me though.

I have this deep-rooted urge to make myself miserable for some reason. Usually when I'm alone and my mind isn't occupied with much, I tend to seek out these unpleasant things. I replay these memories like videotapes in my mind's eye. I revisit all the bad things that have happened because I feel like it will hurt less each time I think about them.

Do you remember that exact moment when someone tells you something you don't want to hear. Take for example, your crush telling you that he's attached. You feel this catch in your throat as if your heart decided to stop working at that exact moment. I hate that feeling.

So maybe all I'm doing is trying to lessen the pain of it. The first time, there's that unbearable pain. My logic is that the more I think about it, that same pain will fade into nothing more than a tiny sting. But I realise now that it doesn't.

It still hurts just as much as the first time.
So maybe it's time to run away.

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Dreamer at heart.
Saturday, September 1, 2012 @ Saturday, September 01, 2012


Made a cup of milk tea.

I microwaved a glass of already hot water with a teabag submerged and of course, the whole thing bubbled over and made a mess in the microwave. I am a storm in the kitchen. Not the good kind of storm. I'm the bad kind, the kind that destroys everything.

But I fixed it.



So I've finally decided that I will not let this negativity overwhelm me and ruin what I have in front of me. Everytime I think of you, I get happy. Everyone needs a person they can count on who just knows when things are not okay. You're that person. And I know that you'll always do your best to get to what's eating away at my heart and then try to chase it away.

"Understand, that god wrapped you like a bow." 

I always have my back turned on tomorrow. I keep glancing back at the past, yours and mine. I know I shouldn't but the past has a greater pull than the future. I think it's because the past is real and all the future ever will be is a faraway possibility. But if you have a good imagination, anything can happen right?

I am ready for this, ready to take the bull by the horns (get it? *nudgenudge*). I know you're not ready to tell me what I want to hear but it's okay. I've never had much faith but I believe in this. And maybe you do deserve better than me, but you're still here. You picked me. So I am going to give you my best and love you as much as I possibly can.

That means less psychotics, less neuroticism, less anger, less jealousy.
A little more hope, more understanding, more control, more compromise.

I'm going to shed my troubles and worries.
Hold my breath and take a leap of blind faith.
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