Grown up post

Damn all the wedding proposals and planning all over my facebook wall.

You're making me yearn things I'm not ready to stomach.

But there's the one which touched me to the core.



Why this particular couple?

I discovered Bubzbeauty 4 years ago, when I was desperate to learn how to paint my face with products. Since then, I've followed her through as I follow my favourite sitcom.

It's just strange, watching someone grow up and then realise you're really not that far behind.

A new addition

Meet Whiskey. 

After a traumatising bath

I know, she's adorable. She hops instead of run!

Ready to hop off

We got her for RM3 (a very tiny price to pay to give a kitten a good chance in life) at the central market. Reason: To catch vermin (which is the excuse I use so my parents would let me get a kitten!)

Unfortunately, RM3 was not the only price I had to pay (well, not including kitty food and toys). My immune system has come to hate cats. Tiny scratches will swell and itch. There will be unending sneezing, itchy nose and eyes and nasal congestion. Those are easily controlled though, with loratidine once a day.

The wheezing and coughing however, are a little troublesome. I've come to accept that I have an exacerbation after a week of dosing myself to the brim with salbutamol. My paediatrician (yes, I still see her despite being the ripe ol' age of >18) told me to stay away from the cat and gave me 3 days worth of steroids to control my allergies.

But who can stay away from that cute lil' face. So I got myself a couple of surgical masks, a brand new inhaler and played away! We've taken to calling her "Whiz" now. Short for Whiskey, obviously, but how ironic that it sounds like 'wheeze'.

Mom said I'm stubborn and warned me of friends who ignored warnings about their health. They've passed on now. Perhaps I should be more wary. Don't wanna be growing muscles and mustaches from having to constantly take steroids.

Every once in a while the barrier is weakened.

You forget the reason you had to be strong. You give up on trying to fight for whatever you're fighting for. You give in to the very forces that denies you peace.

There are times all that I've done wrong just comes crashing down on me: my regrets, my wrong choices, my wrong-doings.

Most days, I am able to reason with myself to ensure that I have made the right choices, that what's done is done, that I can learnt from the past.

But sometimes, I just wish I was a completely different person, who have chosen a different path in life.

On a day like this, I wonder who could ever love me for who I am, other than God.

Who could genuinely love a person with so many flaws when there are better people to love in the world?

Shopping is a hassle!

Today, my friend picked out a beautiful floral cut-out dress at Karen Millen for me to try out.

Hurriedly, I grabbed a pair of gorgeous silky, taupe heels from the shelf.

I slipped into the whole outfit and opened the curtains to reveal the look.

We were both left with our mouth gaping open.

It was so gorgeous.

Having made up my mind to purchase the set, we fumbled for the price tag...

...which led me to carefully remove the dress and gently hand it to the nice salesperson serving us that day.

Touche Karen Millen.

For I may be but a poor and lowly student today, but I shall have you when the time comes.

Contradictions

- between a girl and her food.

"I should lose some weight before my grad ball and get ready for summer!"

says the girl who is currently munching on half a packet of m&ms and a couple of cinnamon and raisin bagels...after a dinner of chocolate muffins and instant noodles.

Perhaps I'll poop them all out tomorrow and it'll be all okay.

Tribute to my childhood

Why have I never heard of this song? How is it that I looked past a piece by Westlife!


It's so lovely...
Technically, it's 1/4 Westlife as it's a solo by Shane Filan, but still lovely.
I also came across a video of their farewell...'concert/documentary', I suppose.




Listening (and screeching along) to old Westlife songs really brought back memories of my teenage years, and AMAZEMENT as to how I memorised the lyrics for the first 4 albums! They taught me the beauty of love and heartache, well, their song writers did. They gave me the words to compose my most beautiful daydreams (which saved me from boredom in school).


They were the best boy band a girl could admire. Grounded and dedicated to their career, with no fancy make up, no crazy wardrobes and no bad publicity (hats off to their top notch publicist). They grew up along with their songs and they retire for the right reasons - their family. But most of all, they have that soul-melting, heart-stealing Irish accent. <3

A tad sad I'd never see them in concert. Ever =(

Testosterone overload

So I just watch the Avengers Assemble.

It was beautiful! Yes, beautiful...Not only did the directors satisfied the need of men for violence and sexy women, they've thoughtfully satisfied the ladies with mouth-watering hunks!

Lemme tell ya, it's just so faith restoring knowing there are still testosterone clad, perfectly formed male species in the wild. 

Oh, if I could just get a piece of Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth, or either one, I'm not picky.

Mm Mm Mmmmm! Gorgeous...

You! Yes, you down there...

Wipe of that make up and grow a pair...or a beard at the very least.