and it takes an I to complete this riddle. So let us hold fast to saying the same thing.


of hairy issues.

That's it. My hair is growing thin. I wish there is some magical way to magically make it grow back. Like seriously, I couldn't keep my hands off from plucking strands of my hair outta my skull. I know, this is a very annoying habit. More annoying than biting my fingers. It's just that its so effing annoying when your hair is damaged for good and there's nothing you can do about it. And every time I run my fingers down my hair, I will find a few bad strands with the ugliest form of broken ends and get really annoyed and in a matter of seconds, out they go. It's ugly stuff.

Maybe I should just shave my head already.


matters of the heart

Fact of the matter is, I'm socially awkward. Especially when meeting new people. I have no idea why but it intimidates me so much when they start talking and I start shaking. And normally when that happens and I start to break the awkward silence, every single word that comes out from my mouth is utter b.s. So eventually things get awfully awkward again. 

There are times when I feel like I'm being someone else, like an actor on stage, and when the drama ends, I turn into someone with a totally different personality. But I have grown to accept the fact that I am, in a way, very awkward and at times act very differently to what other normal people might react. The only reasonable and un-awkward thing for me to do is just smile and not to think much and just go out there and say what's on my mind. To hell with what people think. 

We are in our very own way, different.


Is apparently not okay.


Its purple day.

Purple shirt, iPod, and Tumblr. 

I'm wearing purple today not just for the 6 boys who gave up their life, but for everyone who's ever been bullied in general. This is for those who sits in the back of the room hoping no one will noticce them because they fear judgment. This is for the one's who were called 'fat' or 'too skinny' or 'gay' or just 'different', because you are beautiful just the way you are. Fuck what they say. This is for the people who were bullied in any kind of way. 

I like it.

It's a big fuck you to everyone out there who was complaining about it.
And this would be my epic fail mornings. EVERY morning. :(

Alexa oh.

Just utterly obsessed. The style. The looks. EVERYTHING.

I'm a sad stalker I know. :')

I have no time to think of a title.

I miss going to the music store, browsing through old CDs and movies. Not really getting anything. The trip to the park, where we'd walk under the hot sun and hold each other's hands like nothing else in the world matters. The moments where we'd take silly pictures of us together and laugh at every single one of them. Or when we used to try on pretty clothes in the fitting room where it took us ages to come out. Watching a movie. Even if its a bad one. Being on the phone for hours. Talking about the same old thing over and over again.

But now everything else seems redundant.


of recent happenings

My days lately— for the past month— go something like this:
  • Get out of bed (surprisingly early in the morning) but not necessarily wake up, throw on some sweats and make myself a cup of Cadbury's hot chocolate.
  • Browse tumblr and lose track of time
  • Realize the time, haul ass to get ready and head to class OR depending on which day of the week it is, have a quick dinner date.
  • Watch a random movie alone.
  • PROCSRASSTINATE. every day.
  • Listen to my devoted iPod, ignoring the world. Thank GOD I have you.
  • Make as much noise as I can in class which is usually the highlight of the day. ;P
I don’t do much. But I am blissfully happy. Tickled pink. Just peachy sweet.

Now I'm trying to be more friendly to the colour pink and use it to my maximum potential. Since I'm already using the colour as the base for my blog, I recently changed the layout of my Tumblr into something more similar. :D
I genuinely miss this.

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir.

of nothing much.

I feel like I haven't done anything significant for the past 2 weeks. You know, assignment or study related and such. The first thing that I do when I get back from class is check my facebook for no more than 5 minutes, and watch Dexter or HIMYM reruns for all that matters. I am such a couch potato.

please agree with me. Haih. The finals are coming up and all I can think about now is back-packing in Europe! ;)

Backpacking hoyeaahhhh!! :D 
(must remember to travel light)
I hate how I try to sound smart but then I ended up saying something really stupid and it turns off the other person. :(


We talk shit even though we don't like people shit-talking us. We laugh at people but get mad when they laugh at us. We complain even though we're complaining about how people always complain. We say we'll never do this and that but end up doing it. We say we hate haters when we're the ones hating our haters. We're hypocrites and you know it.

of stuffs at home.

At last, I am home.

After weeks of feeling homesick I happily decided to go back despite the fact that I still have one more assignment to complete, but wateheck. One night I practically cried my way to sleep just thinking of how much I miss my family. I know. I’m such a crybaby. It happened only once. But how often does that happen right? It was nice to see the smile on my parents face when I see them from afar, waiting to hug and kiss me on the cheeks. ;D

So anyway, this is what lies on my bed when i reached home last night. One Adam Lambert concert ticket. Adam Lambert!
Apparently my dad forgot to tell me about it and only when flyfm was playing his song on the radio on our way back from Putrajaya did he finally start to remember. Ok since when does my dad listens to Adam Lambert? Unfortunately there was only one pass which is supposed to be a comforting? (I don’t think so) so I thought, nahh I can’t go to the concert alone. Though after putting much thought, I guess I SHOULD HAVE GONE ALONE. Arghh.

Dang. I’m still bummed over it. :(

However on the plus side, I got a shiny black vintage box. Weeee. Finally. A place to store my iPod. And probably some coins? Or earrings and what not.
 Well, I guess its vintage enough for me. You know, as a compensation for the whole not-being-able-to-see-my-Adam thing. Dad got it from a recent trip to Bangladesh. Yes. Bangladesh. Dakka. To be exact. He also bought 4 huge packets of Bounty bars and Milky Ways. Bounty Bars are amazing. They’re coconut filled choc-lud. And nothing beats the taste of koko-nut melting in your mouth. Milky Ways are okay I guess. It’s too sweet for my liking. Eventhough I have a sweet tooth.

Yadayadayada. Im talking so much crap here.

So yeah, basically I had a good time at home. Even though we didn’t go out at all. My Saturday morning was like a dream. I feel like I was a princess and was served breakfast in bed. Mum woke me up in the morning. Around 9 or sumthin and she made me hot Milo when I’m still all covered in blanket. Isn’t that something? ;) Later she asked me what I want for lunch cuz she knows that I’m gonna go back to sleep when I finished drinking. I don’t really dig breakfast. One sip of drink is usually more than enough.

And to my surprise lunch was my favourite meal, sambal udang petai! With some ketam goreng as the side dish. Obviously I ended up finishing the entire sambal and left none! Mum’s awesome. :)

On a different note, I received my RICS student card which allows me to get free access to their professional information and etc.

I still don't get why I'm even bothered to take photos of all these stuffs. 


This is for lovers.

What makes a good lover?




Oh please.

This post is for those out there who simply enjoys making fun at other people just so that they could make themselves feel good. It's downright degrading and immoral and truth be told, it makes you look even PHAT.

Drop the act, bitch. You're embarrassing yourself.


In life we do things. Some we wish we had never done. Some we wish we could replay a million times in our heads. But they all make us who we are, and in the end they shape every detail about us. If we were to reverse any of them we wouldn't be the person we are. So just live, make mistakes, make wonderful memories, but never ever second guess who you are, where you have been, and most importantly where it is you're going.


of too tired to write a decent title

I have just been up from a short, but deep slumber. It wasn't all that good. Woke up feeling physically exhausted, eyes all weary and red. The weather outside didnt do me any good either. I feel that I should be studying my ass off for Monday's test but here I am typing in my subconscious state of mind. Everything else seems to be drifting apart, all so caught up with work and shit. Hopes are tarnished and love lost. I wonder if things will change and everything will go right back on track again like it used to be. When putting your hopes up is tiring and just merely useless, all you could do is wait for good things to happen.

All I wanna do right now is to listen to some loud music.

And maybe falling in love again would'nt be a bad thing either.