The woods are lovely, dark and deep

But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost.

Christmas ♥

p.s.

At this very minute Dean Martin is crooning for me to stay because baby it's cold outside.

He's telling me he'll take my hat and my hair looks swell!

:)

AWW DEAN! *flips hair*

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

IS PATRICK DEMPSEY.

THAT HAIR.

 THOSE EYES.

THAT SMILE.

 I HAVE TO HAVE YOU NOW.

MARRY ME PATRICK I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES.

You don't have to wrap him up all nicely for me, dear Santa, I am not fussy like that so please do not hassle yourself. ;)
I understand you are a busy man and have a tight schedule as it is.
So all I ask of you is to just pop him into my condo elevator.

Like this.

I WILL BE ALL READY TO POUNCE ON HIM THE VERY SECOND THE DOORS OPEN.


Oh what I wouldn't give to be Ellen Pompeo in this scene...

You lucky, lucky bitch.

I would take Patrick over Eric Dane any day. (Yes I like to delude myself into thinking I am on a first name basis with Patrick heheh). Dane reminds me of Ken. As in Barbie and Ken. I don't know. I don't like men who look too perfect and too chiselled. It feels unreal to me. Not in a good way. Almost plastic.


However.
IF, in the unfortunate event that Santa fails to deliver my Mr. McDreamy-Future-Husband, I guess I can grudgingly settle for a Mcsteamy a.k.a Mark Sloan/Eric Dane. For one night.

Yes out of the many decent pictures I can find of this man I must pick one where he is half naked.

I think I'm hormonal.

Quick stolen moments

 in between stressful exams cramming.

Dear blog,
I have a lot to tell you but I simply do not have the time. I hereby promise you much more elaborated writings and non-stop rantings after I get the exams out of my system, but this will have to do for now, ok? :*

I have such beautiful and amazing friends. :)

And I have a pair of red velvet ribbon hairclips to walk me through my exams. :D

I indulge myself in small doses of Christmas spirit like this through this agonizing period hehe.
Small though it is, it brings me hope and joy. :)

Its December and Christmas is in the er... (h)air!

OK TIME TO GO BACK TO THEM BOOKS MARY!

Come away with me

and I will 
write 
you
a song.

On the bus,

I HAVE DISCOVERED THE PERFECT COVER FOR ROBBERY/THEFT.

HER.

WHAT A CUTIE.

I SWEAR those eyes can get away with anything! 

So beautifully hypnotizing ZOMGGG.

She was looking down at my favorite moccasins and making adorable gurgling sounds. And as though in a trance, I almost took them off for her.

No second thoughts about walking home from the bus stand barefooted!

Well well well.
*scratches chin slyly*

Now if I kidnap her, we can take the world by storm!

She'll do the dazzling and I can do the stealing part and and I will be rich MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-okyeathatsenoughmary.

She's gonna be a real heartbreaker :)

没有什么 会永垂不朽

还没好好的感受 雪花绽放的气候
我们一起颤抖 会更明白 什么是温柔

还没跟你牵著手 走过荒芜的沙丘
可能从此以后学会珍惜 天长和地久

还没为你把红豆 熬成缠绵的伤口
然后一起分享 会更明白 相思的哀愁

还没好好的感受 醒著亲吻的温柔
可能在我左右 你才追求 孤独的自由

有时候 有时候
我会相信一切有尽头.

Help me believe in rainbow after the rain.

Snow White (my laptop) has failed me once again so I am typing this with another friend's laptop.

:(

That is just one of the many things that has not been going my way.

But I refuse to complain and I shall hold no regrets. I'll just mark them down as experience.

When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.

I remembered making a bookmark with those words when I was 12?

Well now its about time I start believing them.

I'm struggling to be optimistic right here and focus on the small delights of life.

And ta-da~!

This made my day. :)

Its the 21st century and Santa has twitter! :)

And yes *shifty eyes* I confess I am so weird I actually typed out santa claus in the search button of twitter. 
And then proceeded to stalk follow him.  But in my defence, I really can use some christmas spirit right now. :p
ALSO, it must be said, santa followed me back too! (PROOF IN THE FIRST PICTURE ABOVE)


*toothy grin*

You are free.

But you have to choose.
An open oven bakes no bread.

My eyes are so bleary

I guess I'm young
But I feel so weary

Answers.
We seek them everyday of our lives.
Its in our nature to be curious, to not leave any stones unturned. That is how we evolve and advance, that is what makes us what we are today.

We all have unanswered questions.
Sometimes we just keep them to ourselves because of various reasons.
Like pride?
Or fear.

Fear of the unknown.

More often than not. The answers are there staring right back at us, but we refuse to acknowledge it.
Simply because the truth hurts.
Sometimes, it is so much easier to turn our backs to the real answer and pretend we don't see it.

Because sometimes, when we find the answers we are looking for, whether intentionally or otherwise, it invariably leads to even more questions.
More unanswered questions that stay and torment us every minute of the day.
Clawing at the walls of our heads, driving us insane.

We are too smart for our own good.
So sometimes, it really is the lesser of two evils to turn a blind eye.
Some questions are better left alone.

I am alone on a bicycle for two.

Tale as old as time; song as old as rhyme.

A few weeks ago, Disney had re-released Beauty and the Beast on DVD!

If you are a hopeless sucker of the movie and Ellen Degeneres (like me), then you'd want to click here and view this. :)

I LOVE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.

Its my guilty pleasure movie.
Growing up, I had a special fondness for Belle because I felt I was a lot like her, wait a minute quittheeyerollingthankyou HEAR ME OUT, not the beauty part.
Just how we are both the odd one out, loves reading and believes in fairytales.
Sprited, we are both full of dreams.

:)
♥


Also.
I have a secret crush on Ellen Degeneres.
I am straight as a stick but I CANNOT DENY I AM ATTRACTED TO HER.
She's so smart and so very charming. I'm incredibly drawn to the intelligent twinkle in her eyes and to her easy  humour.
Okay the word crush may be pushing it a bit far because I simply cannot picture the IDEA of a girl kissing me.


*tries*
*and shudders uncontrollably*

NOPE. No blardy way.

Still.
Can't deny she is the only lesbian I am attracted to haha.
Enjoy the link! :)

Maybe I love you

maybe I just like the sound

But if you disappear

You'll still hear

When my heart hits the ground

Every touch of every scene
Is as beautifully broken as a bird without wings

All we have
holding us back
holding us back

For all we have
what's holding us back?

HAHA!

Hello, October.

September's over and I am a year older.

One of the hardest thing to do is leaving your comfort zone. But you have to let go of the life you're familiar with and take the risk to live the life you are dreaming about.
You can waste your life building boundaries, or you can live your life crossing them.

I want to stop being down, I want to be positive again. I am making it a point to focus on happy thoughts.

So...here goes!



Things that makes me smile:

Painting my toenails candy red and wiggling them against my green curtains to create a red and green Christmas palette!
Since its only October and I can't possibly wait till December to be happy again, I decided to bring Christmas to me hehe.
Excuse me while I steal wisps of the jolly Christmas spirit in advance. :)

Spotting Doraemon's mosquito repellent when strolling in a drugstore! :)
Need I say more? :D

Finding the adorable toy soldiers I used to have in my home when I was a kid!
And rearranging them in positions...and prepare them for battle!
GO SOLDIERS~!

Finding out HAPPY FAMILY CARDS still exist!

Looking at my adorable little vintage satchel bag sitting comfortably on my lap. :)




And finally this......................


This picture cracks me up every time HAHA!

THIS IS A STORY OF GIRL MEETS SALMON.
BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW UPFRONT, THIS IS A LOVE STORY.
THE GIRL'S ORGASMIC EXPRESSION SAYS IT ALL.
EPIC.

I am afraid of the answer.

I met a palm-reading man a week ago, who told me a few things about myself.
Some of my past, others of my future.

I'm 20 years old.

I've had 3 boyfriends. Correct.

I will live to be more than 80 years old. Hopefully correct.

I have about 16 friends whom I hold very close to my heart, but 5 to 6 of them are not fond of me.
I was taken off guard by this. I didn't know I make enemies, but then again I can't please everyone. I just hope they are not people who are too close to me.

I will be rich, but I will see deaths amongst people around me.
Now this, I fear. I fear goodbyes more than anything else in the world. My favourite aunt passed away the second year my family moved back to Kuching. I watched in silent horror as the cancer ate away the jovial and energetic woman I cared for like a second mother.
Now after this, I wonder if I was the cause of her death...

I will go abroad twice. After the first visit, I'll come back. On the second time, I'd stay away permanently.
If this is what I've always wanted, why do I feel a twinge of sadness when I hear this?

After studying my hand for a while, he fixed me with an odd concerned look.
"Child, why are you worrying? You worry from the second you wake up and you worry even after you fall asleep. You are not happy. You are tired. But you are so young, there is no reason for you to be this worried."

Why do I worry?

I've never told a lie

and that makes me a liar

I've never made a bet

but we gamble with desire

I've never lit a match

with intent to start a fire.

Retail Indulgence.

Dani and I had a Maxi Day last week...

...and it had yielded these gorgeous babies...

...and so today we have our very own Oxfords Day!

:)

doing jobless things like...

...trying on simply awesome vintage shades floral and peach-colored rims!

That together with our jumpsuits (special attention to Dani's mint-coloured floral overalls!) and oxfords, we are them chicks rollin' from the 50's ;)

And then of course, being the compulsive shopaholic my darling Danica is famous for (HAHA THIS IS PAYBACK TIME!), she bought a beautiful nude colored wrap dress and also a midnight blue vintage vest.

But that alone is not enough for our Dani California, no.

She must influence another innocent girl and poison her mind to buy something else as well.

Therefore...

...these are what we went home with. Plus Dani's new midnight blue vest. Yes it is absolutely necessary for me to bring that to your attention once again because I'm just bitter like that.

And we are such hopeless (and slightly jobless) people we have a Highwaisted-shorts Day coming up this Wednesday...

This is a chain reaction.

We buy clothes and wear our clothes to shop for more clothes.

HOMAIGOSH SHOOT US NOW.

500 Days of Summer

This is not a love story; this is a story about love.

Just re-watched this for the 7th time.

Don't think I'll ever get tired of this. ♥

"They used to call me anal girl."

Tom chokes on his drink.

"I was very neat and organized."

HAHA! :)

And this is for Danica

(pronounce THE-NEE-KAH) ;)

I can now declare I have found the most perfect pair of oxfords boots for me.

Just the right height, because I'm hopeless with high heels (I secretly call them high hells), and also just the right shape and colour.

And it has feather inner prints! OF WHICH I realized no one is going to see, but then it makes me feel so happy knowing my feet are touching them. HAHA YES I'M SUCH A WEIRDO!

I always have a soft spot for feathers :)

So smitten with this pair of twins right now I think I'm going to do little skipping steps and whistle through my week :D

along with this tune.....

"♪ These boots are made for walking,

and thats just what they'll do,

one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you! ♪"

HAHA! Start walking!

♥

Quand il me prend dans ses bras

Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose

When he takes me in his arms

And speaks softly to me

I see life in rosy hues

 

Que Sera Sera

I need to break free from this never-ending cycle, and start to shine.

I have to fight these demons within myself, because oh yes, it is my problem,

My self-esteem is so low now I really don't know how to get back up if I fall again.

Holding my hand, slowly guiding me forward with kind words, I feel that I am so blessed with all these amazing people in my life, who are incredibly supportive and encouraging to me.

In fact, so much so that I feel as though I don't deserve it.

They are the sole reason for me to hang in there and try my best.

I wish I can reciprocate by proving to them that all their efforts are not wasted, I really do.

I need to try harder.
I love you mom.

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.


That is our favorite song :)
We used to sing that together in the kitchen, mommy and I.
The song will never lose its meaning for me and hopefully one day, I'd be able to sing it to my beautiful little girl too. :)

I feel hollow.

This sinking feeling in my stomach; as though I'm falling downhill endlessly.

Incapable of standing steady on my two feet.

Uncertainty clogs the air like a heavy fog that has a mind of its own:

Lingering in the air; determined to stay,

Dazed.

Empty beyond words.

Self reminder.

I have just replied all the comments in my blog. I am deeply sorry for the notably-considerably-extremely-incredibly-exceedingly-unforgivably late replies.
I actually did not even realize some of the comments existed until just now.
WHICH, from now on is no longer a problem because I have changed my blog settings to notify me via email everytime someone comments.
My apologies again.




I promise I am not a tiao-keh person.


No really I'm serious.

是伴

还是绊

Bringing Niagara Falls to my eyes.

Holidays in K.K., basking myself in contentment, devoid of complaints.

When I'm not studying, I've been re-watching a few good, solid and sad movies.

A bit heavier than the chick-flick garbage I always seem to opt for.

Cold Mountain

My Sister's Keeper

The Holiday

Closer 

Tristan and Isolde.

Beautiful movies.

Captivating, all of them painted love as fleeting yet sought after, something beautiful that everyone desires to hold, but not everyone is allowed to keep.


Except for The Holiday, all of the movies suffered tragic endings.
I expected myself to be immensely disappointed by the endings, being a large fan of 'happily-ever-afters'.
But surprisingly, I was not.
I was only, left convinced that love is never easy, nor is it ever simple, and most importantly, it is not always meant to be.


Moving and heart-wrenchingly beautiful.

Jude Law starring in three out of the five is (obviously) an added bonus.

He's so delicious he makes me lick my lips like a savage beast.

I blame the accent. And those hypnotizing eyes.

A guy like him's a hazard to womankind.

Lydia's visiting soon :)

It been a long while since we've seen each other.

Miss all those time we've spent at her house, all those silly moments we share with each other.
All those late night talks we had with each other, all those times we were there for each other.
The girl is a doll. :)

She wants to perfect her camwhoring skills and make the kiss-flip book I told her about haha.
She wants to get one done for Gabe. So sweet! :)

Woo-hoo, can't wait!

Don't say a word

just come over and lie here with me

'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see

You know that secret place you have in your heart?

Your miniature heaven when things fall apart?

I have mine too; its beautiful.

Its a small winding road with lovely green and tall trees, and I'm in a car driving on that winding road.

The trees are grown thick together, I see them tall and natural and wild, nothing landscaped or cultivated.

The trees tower around me, big and strong; as though guarding me protectively from any harm.

Small rays of sunlight peek in between the leaves and add warmth to the otherwise dark woods.

The window to my car is winded down, and I do more than just visualize this figment of my imagination; I can smell the trees and the earth beneath the rolling tyres.

Fresh and welcoming.

Crisp and cool.

For some reason the temperature in my little escape is always much cooler than reality.
The soft wind started touching my skin tentatively at first, then as the car takes up speed, began boldly caressing my cheeks.

As the car accelerates, the green, orange leaves and branches of the woods paints an extraordinary and breathtaking canvas of splashing green, blotches of orange, balanced by an earthy tone.
An art like no other.

I will be in the car surrounded by that moving canvas painted on all my windows. My windshield will have the same canvas on the sides, and a small earthy road in the middle, leading my way forward.

I do not want the journey to end, I like to lose myself in these amazing woods.

It was as though mother earth had build a cradle, a magnificent nest for me to crawl into; for me to come home to.

Let's talk equations.

Exams = shitload amount of stress = enlarged appetite + slightly delusional + distorted mind

I shall elaborate.

Enlarged appetite means I also order crazy amount of pizzas.

Modern technology has made food so accessible.

Its pure evil.

Dominoes pizza is only several clicks away @www.dominoes.com.my . I don't even need to pick up the damn phone to make an order. And we all have been through the hassle of phone ordering, being put on a hold- the Malaysian customer service is famous for that. =.=

So back to the whole evil pizzas topic.

There is something very wrong with Dominoes.

I mean look at it.

Easy and efficient ordering, prompt 30 minutes or less delivery time, hot sizzling pizza at your doorstep with an ever polite delivery man.

WHERE IN MALAYSIA IS THERE SUCH A SERVICE?

I smell something fishy! *narrows eyes*

and no darling its not from my favorite Tuna Temptation pizza.

So I have a theory about Dominoes.

I secretly think they are a secret organization set up to conquer the world. O_O

They are a well-oiled organization and they paved an ultimate way into our hearts - through our stomach!

Its a conspiracy I tell you!

But anyway, I can't be a powerpuff girl and save the world because I have to save myself from exams. :(

So I delude myself from the evil plans lurking beneath Dominoes' innocent cover and welcome the delivery man with a blood-thirsty smile.

Blood thirsty for the pizza of course, not the delivery man. Unless he has Matthew Mcconaughey's butt.

Then I'd pay the man, take my (holy) pizza and put it on the dining table.

Clutching a slice, I'd automatically walk towards the balcony.

Which was what I did today, and then I saw an eagle. You see, I live on the 24th floor of my condominium, and therefore eagles spotting is very normal due to the height.

Then I have a very ugly picture painted in my head.

The eagle, with its sharp eagle eyes, diving down to my balcony and STEALING MY SLICE OF PIZZA.

O_O

The picture is too horrific to imagine.

I stepped away from the balcony. I do not wish to fight an eagle for my pizza.

Stop giving me the look. My pizza is very important ok! A girl needs her nutrition!

I DON'T LIKE TO TAKE CHANCES WITH MY FOOD!

O_O

Okay now I guess you have the better understanding of the equation, which I will retype to save you from scrolling up because I am so kind.

Exams = shitload amount of stress = enlarged appetite + slightly delusional + distorted mind

Reading back

on my last night's blog post...

DO I HAVE TO BE SO DRAMATIC, GRAPHIC AND EMO?!

Okay, once again, as you'd probably have guessed, its THAT time of the month!

When hormonal level is the blame for everything I do (and failed to do).

I miss my family.

I need to try to update my blog on a more regular basis, not just when i'm struck by bouts of depression due to PMS.

=.=

Or else I should seriously consider renaming the blog from 'this is my escape' to 'my pms rantings'.

K time for class :) MUAKS.

Today is going to be better than yesterday. I will not allow myself to be drowned in my pool of sorrow and self-pity (and well, bad hormones).

In fact. I will eat more chocolates to stimulate the happy hormone endorphine in myself! :D

Nothing cheers me up like good food.

Toodles~!

Sometimes

I feel like a piece of wood, floating in the middle of a vast ocean, and the shores are nowhere to be seen.

Waves and waves of salt water hurling themselves wickedly at my frail and powerless figure; mocking at my mere existence, my terminal helplessness.

I could not fight back and stop the waves; I could only do my best to float back up every time I'm being knocked out.

I had to swallow my pride by standing back up and holding my head up high.

I had to endure the humiliation at being beaten out by a force that I simply cannot defy.

I had to; because I had to survive.

Then came the voice in my head.

Soft and alluring.

Do you have to survive?

And I began to lead myself to entertain the thoughts of giving up.

Because people get tired.

Because there's only so much one can take.

Because giving up, is too much of an easy way out.

So I allowed it to happen.

The water seeping into me; choking me; swallowing me.

The voice in my head comforting me.

The suffocation will only last for a short time. It is nothing compared to what you've been through.

Overwhelmed by the dark, wide ocean; I felt so small.

I sunk deeper.

I was reduced into insignificance.

I didn't even struggle.

I simply allowed myself to be taken.

The rays of sunlight on the surface of the water called out to me, beckoning and begging me to come back up, as always.

But my ears are drowned out by the almost lyrical words of the voice in my head.

It will be over soon, my child.

I closed my eyes and indulged in the thundering roar of the ocean.

I ceased to exist; and let myself fall into the deep abyss.

The harsh reality

almost always breaks my heart.

Sometimes when people don't grow together, they grow apart.

It doesn't take death to part two people

who were once inseparable.

Being alive is just another reason to hope

that we can find

what we have lost

in each other again.

Time passes by

only to help us lie

to ourselves

to help us turn a blind eye

to all the bad times

and remember only the good

and expect only the good

the next time we see each other

but with expectations

only comes greater disappointments

I'll always miss you; and I'll always miss us.

But I think this time I've finally come to terms with myself

I've finally accepted

that things will never be the same again

Take care, my friend.

My period came last night...

I love how my blog is used mainly to record my pms and menstruation. I'm such a whiner that it is completely necessary for me to mention my pms/period every bloody (pun intended) time

...when I was in the midst of preparing for my Negotiations examination today.

Bad timing.

I'm not sure if it went well. Being the bias bitch Ms Sumathi is famous for, I can't be confident anymore. Because she flunk me in the Client Counselling and I can never forgive her for that. She wrote all these comments in Lekhna's (my partner) page mentioning things she failed to do, like eye contact, open and closed questions etc. And then being the lazy bitch she is, she didn't even bother commenting on my page, except for a short "same as Lekhna's".

It is IMPOSSIBLE for two person to act the same way. I am very very upset because I did most of the things she said we didn't. And it is pointless for us to argue now, there wasn't any recordings made. Her word is final. Further arguments will only result in her having a bad impression on us and flunking us for nego and mooting.

I pray she isn't like me, getting her period the day before. And I truly hope she had some fantastic animal sex with some guy she finds hot last night. And the guy'd better be good in bed thereby helping her reach multiple toe-curling, hair-pulling, back-clawing orgasms. So she can be in a better mood today and thus give me a better grade.

I also have consult tomorrow with Ms Kath and I have to finish up two essays by then. And its 1.27am as of now.

Forgive the language.

I'm just cranky because I have so much to do and I'm having my period.

In other words, I'm feeling the Sumathi.

I feel exhausted mentally and physically.

I don't want to start.

T_____________________T

Red Flag.

You see one good thing about keeping a blog is that you are able to keep track of your pms occurrence.

One scroll one down my blog and I know my last pms attack was on the 20th of February.

And its 23th of March now so therefore I'm completely eligible to have more bouts of pms.

*&^%$@!#$^&*!!!

Taste of Bollywood.

I went for Lekhna's sister, Lochna's birthday party tonight, and the theme was Indian Night, and it was set in a beautiful Indian restaurant.

It had a lovely exotic maharaja feel to it :)

I went earlier to Lekhna's house to get ready. Both her mother and her grandmother helped me put on the green saree I was wearing earlier tonight. They were amazingly kind and helpful. Such sweethearts :) Nothing like what Angel warned me about earlier, about how the mother can be cranky.

I adore the green saree.

It was so lovely.

Lekna also bought me matching green bangles, and Lochna lent me a pair of lovely earrings to wear with my saree. Its amazing how heart-warming Indians are.

Angel loved how I looked and told me since I never looked chinese to begin with, the entire outfit made me look as though I'm a Chindian.

She was not too bad herself. Angel looked stunning in a pink sari, and she really do actually looked like a graceful mermaid.

The food at the party was divine.

I felt like a scavenger scouring the buffet table lol.

I took huge portions and went for 2nd helpings.

I really can't remember the last time I had mutton curry.

T_T

I felt like I died and went to heaven.

Its the amazing food. And also the saree effect. It made me feel so beautiful, oh my, like a hot bollywood actress. wake up wake up WAKE UP mary; snap back to reality

I also met new Indian friends.

There was Harrish, Amirthan, Darren and Lingesh.

Darren, was supposed to be my escort, but he prefers to call me his date. He's this really cute Indian guy with a heart-melting smile. Throughout the entire night he was quoting love songs to me.

They are all really passionate people and they have all these infectious spirit. The boys are all so hyperactive, I kid you not; I'll never forget how they rock the dance floor.

They really took care of us the whole night.

Lovely people.

I had a great time. I really enjoyed the Indian culture.

I won't mind going out on a date with an indian guy haha!

Well....

...an Indian guy minus all that body hair :p

Here's a picture of Angel and I on the way to the restaurant.

More next time!

Worn out.

Today was a super long day. I had classes in the morning, and then I have practice for client counselling in the afternoon.

So by the time I went to stand in front of the bus stand, I was really mentally tired and my cheeks flushed by the hot scorching sun.

Sweating profusely.

And mentally swearing at myself for taking law.

When a guy gave me the eye and came up to me and hit on me.

And though I did not flirt back or offer my number when he asked, I enjoyed it.

I'm actually very surprised with myself because I usually am very blah when it comes to guys picking me up.
Odd. Maybe once a while, its just in a girl's nature to feel flattered by honeyed words?

But the feeling was only fleeting.

My feet came back on to the ground and I snapped back to reality.

He was very cute in a Eurasian boy way, but I didn't like how cocky he was.

Like he was so sure how I was going to give him my number with this confident grin.
Too bad.

But I didn't want to be rude so I made polite excuses. And I was trying to save him some face cause his friends were looking.
Then he had to end with a cheeky voice, "I'm sure I'll see you around."
And then lowered his eyes to my boobs.
Fuck man, that does it. If he doesn't even respect me enough to say goodbye to my face instead of my chest, then I have no reason to help him save face.
I was blunt and replied, "Not if I see you first."

I prefer guys who are smart and quiet.

Guys who are not attention seekers or jocks, but has more to him than what meets the eye.

My dream guy would be...

A guy that I can have a decent conversation with.

A guy that can sit with me in a quiet cafe, listen to my indie music, and though we may sit right opposite each other, we both can be happy reading a book of our own all day long. Without exchanging a word, when our eyes meet over our books, we'd smile at each other and feel there was simply no need to speak.

I want to have superpowers.

And magic.

I want to believe in magic.

The touch, the feel.

I simply adore Zooey Deschanel.

Zooet Deschanel - Fabric of Our Lives

I am completely smitten by her style and her vintage wardrobe. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I love everything about her.
:)

And I am weird.

I'm not a big fan of pop music or the R&B shit that circulate MTV and your local English station.

There are a few fine ones. Just that in general, I think the music is shallow and overrated.

Mainstream music today seems to be designed for sex-crazed kids.

Let me put it to you in this way:

Normally, you don't like the song the first time you hear it.

Or the second or third.

Or even the 10th.

But as the radio station continuously played the music. Repeatedly. Over and over again.

The song gets stuck in your head, and you realized to yourself one day, "Hmm, this song is pretty catchy."

Its almost like a hypnotizing effect.

You're forced, against your own better judgement, to like a song simply because it is familiar.

And everyone likes familiar things.

Especially lyrics.

Moral of the story, MTV and radio stations mindfucked you into liking a song.

But please spare me the shit because I am only expressing my own opinion. And everyone is entitled to having their own opinions.

So my taste in music bends towards indie and off-mainstream.

And also some oldies. :)

I simply adore Nancy Sinatra.

I've recently found out about Lissie. her song "everywhere I go" is truly amazing. Her voice, so delicate yet it cuts through my soul and sent a chill down my spine.

I love her.

But of course, Rachael Yamagata is still my favorite indie artist of all times.

She has passion and she has soul. Her voice is so true. Its a luxury indulging in her music.

Music is all about the soul.

I can only relate to music that can actually, touch my soul.