THIS SONG.

*rolls away to abyss of puberty*
so much memories omg I was so hormonal




I'll just shamelessly let you all know that I fantasized over my primary school crush over this song


HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ARGH omg it also didn't help that the guy looks like him, everything from the hair to the glasses.
Obviously nothing happened cos I was totally friend-zoned and I actually helped him hook up with my friend.


Oh well.
Saw him again a few years ago and he looks like a drug addict lolllllllllllllll

Was at the Chinese Medicine Shop we always go to, when it just occured to me that I like the smell of old chinese medicine shops.

So here's a compilation of my favourite scents (because I have nothing to do/blog about):

1. Old Chinese Medicine Shops
2. Dettol
3. This (discontinued, unfortunately) Polo Sport cologne my Dad treasures now (..cos it's discontinued) 
4. Christian Dior's J'adore 
5. whatever British India sprays in their shop
6. The scent of anything new

and babyyyy everytime you touch me, I become a hero~~~~
I felt like blogging today, eventhough I have nothing to say except omg I don't know how to go on with figure drawing I'm consumed by stress cos I have accomplished nothing.

Anyway, let's talk about forearms and the sex appeal in elbow length folded up sleeves

October is a roller coaster of emotions

I find myself reeling between the-world-is-fabulous *throws daisies in air* and omg-I-hate-you OTL
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY maybe it's PMS

You know the ironic thing about being sarcastic? People think that "being mean" and "being sarcastic" are inextricably related.


Oh look it's another rant!
YES. IT IS ANOTHER RANT. BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS TO RANT ABOUT IN LIFE BECAUSE SOMETIMES SOME OF YOUR FRIENDS CAN BE TOTAL BITCH-ASSES WHO NEED TO BE PUT IN THEIR PLACE.

People think I'm a bitch. IT'S THAT SIMPLE. I don't even need to elaborate it.
Look. I'm convey my opinions sarcastically. That doesn't mean that I'm OK with being a bitchy mean ass-hole to the same people I spend my days with.

But some people just don't seem to understand that. I'd like them to say one time I actually say something really mean up to the person's face.
I don't.
Not to their faces.
Because I know I will regret it.

I don't go around telling people (and at the same time, making them feel small) their flaws like as if I'm a perfect majestic unicorn riding on the rainbows of truth -_-

And even if I say something that can be perceived as mean to someone's face, I'M NORMALLY JOKING. AND IT WILL BE APPARENT.

Whenever my friends patronise me, or say something mean about me..I have that urge to throw everything I can see at them. But that wouldn't be rational, nor will that be advantageous to me because quite normally, the person who spews out mean things will have equally as mean people backing them up.

So it's safe to say that it wouldn't exactly be very beneficial on my part to be an irrational emotionless little bitch who needs a swift kick across the face.



Ironically, I still want to be friends. Because on a good day, these people are nice. But when they're in a bad mood then they suddenly change their whole demeanour and drags the whole world down into their pit of misery.

AND IT'S NOT LIKE I WAS IN A BAD MOOD OR ANYTHING. In face, my spirits have been high for two weeks.

Guess the two weeks end here.

(oh, and if you're asking yourself right now if it's you. It's you.)

I dreamt that we lived in a pre-apocalyptic world just before mass destruction. I can't remember the details but I do remember that there were 2 phases of destruction (until I woke up).

I'm blogging again now, so I'll feel better about abandoning it for extended periods of time.

Truth is, I have nothing to blog about cos the only people who read my blog, are also the people whom I share my moments with on Whatsapp/real life anyway so there really is no point of repeating the same thing here


MY LIFE IS SO UN-INTERESTING.
I wish I could blog about something exciting, like hey I just went on a spontaneous helicopter ride and it was so fun! 
Or
So I was at this (totally hipster) old bookshop yesterday while waiting for my mom (whine whine) and this totally cute guy approached me and we lived happily ever after.

Right.
We know those things aren't ever happening because a) I do not, or hardly anyway, do anything spontaneous because I am not very fond of unexpected trips anywhere I can't walk to; and b) old bookshops in KL are inhabited by old ladies, hence, the chance of any male form (of the young variety) being present is as slim as my wallet


Can something positive and happy happen in my life already OTL or am I just not prepared for complete bliss just yet