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.

I love kids.

I think they are absolutely adorable.

They see the world in a different light, everything is magical.

They are genuine and their laugh is amazingly contagious.

They are new beautiful little things that are curious about everything.

But after sometime spent babysitting my little nephew. I'd like to er reconsider my position on being a mother.

Don't get me wrong I love my nephew to bits. *shifty eyes*

I just prefer to, you know...*shrugs*...love him from a distance.

And then Suri Cruise came strolling by

all smiles

doe-eyed

and restored my faith in reproduction.

I MUST START TO STUDY AS OF NOW.

Maybe after that chocolate. And that pee. And that Patrick Dempsey.

NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!