31 March 2014

Sneak peek: My room



My 'princess' shelf. I've been eyeing on this shelf for almost a year. I was so freaking happy I got my hands on it (it's from IKEA btw). It's just so simple and has this princessy look. I know it still looks pretty empty. Need to get more stuffs to fill up the empty spaces; pretty, colourful, red stuffs. But I'm really happy with this shelf. Lala-love it, one of my fav.


Thank goodness for this mirror. I didn't like it at first, but after I saw the inside of this thing, I was quite happy. It's enough to store all my necklaces, earrings, bracelets and hair accessories. Neat and tidy. This mirror is a life-space saver.


My absolute fav thing in my room. My Paul Villinski-inspired, Serena van der Woodsen's butterfly wall art. I did with just a pair of scissors, lots of black paper, some glue and it took me an awful full two hours to stick them up. I know it isn't perfect and it doesn't look like how it's suppose to, but it's good enough. Good enough to put a smile on my face :)


My wardrobe: colour coordinated my clothes, with some of my shoes arranged at the bottom (lol most of my shoes are black) and more clothes in the shelves. Also categorised my folded clothes, but not colour coordinated. Too lazy to. And the last shelf is in a mess. I don't know how to arrange my bags nicely. Still thinking where or how to put them out nicely.


Last but not least, the view outside. Freaking ugly and messy. I'm going to have a neighbour soon. Ang moh building a double-storey house right beside my room. They gonna block all the bloody sunlight. So I tengah emotional like hell lol.

29 March 2014

13 things I irrationally love

1. Shopping. Shopping shopping shopping. I know I have so many clothes, so many that I can get a boutique going. Still, I will shop. I shop when I'm bored, I shop when I'm sad, I shop when I know I have no money. I just cannot stop shopping. It kinda irritates me sometimes, but I really cannot stop.

2. Doing my eyebrows. Seriously, what's more important than eyebrows? 

3. UHU All Purpose Adhesive. The smell of it, I absolutely love. Squeezing some on your fingers and start playing with it, making sticky balls out of it. It was all the fun I had when I was a kid. I still do it... sometimes.



4. Eating ice-cream right before or during my period. Even though I know I will be going through one hell of a period cramp. I guess it just helps a lot. It makes me happy. Very very happy.

5. Purple lipstick. A big thanks to Coco Rocha. She made it look awesome. I think I look awesome in purple lipstick too. Purple lipstick IS AWESOME.


6. Eating 'disgusting' stuffs. Pig's stomach, pig's intestine, pig's kidney, pig's ear, pig's blood, beef cheek, beef tongue, beef intestine, beef stomach, chicken's butt, chicken feet, frog, etc.

7. Playing with fire. I just like playing with fire. No idea why.

8. The colour red. Red top, red skirt, red bra, red panties, red room, red flowers, red pen, red necklace, red earrings, red shoes, red bag, red lamp, red pillows, red bottles, red vase, red this, red that. I just want everything to come in red.

9. Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Don't get me wrong. I hate them (OK, maybe not Kendall Jenner and cute little Mason). I just enjoy criticising them while watching KUWTK with my family, at the same time laughing at them for being so pathetic and fake on TV. I mean, why the hell are they famous and what the heck are they famous for?



10. Gloria Delgado-Pritchett. Just for fun, sometimes my sisters and I will go all Gloria Delgado with all the talking, the loud Columbian accent, the shouting and the hands flying here, there, everywhere. It's just too funny.


11. Colton Haynes. Colton Haynes. Colton Haynes. Here's his Twitter. His Instagram. His Facebook page :)

12. Picking my nose. Yes, I do pick my nose. I like it. I just hate it when it feels like something is stuck inside and I find it really difficult breathe. I just want to get that crap outta my freaking nose man. 

13. Arranging stuffs. I like things looking neat and tidy. I like them to be in order: by colours, small to big, short to tall, from left to right. I hate crooked things. And I think I might have OCD.

26 March 2014

Hello, Australia

"Maybe the hardest thing about moving was being in a place where no one but your own family had 
any memory of you. It was like putting yourself back together in little pieces." - Naomi Shibab Nye


It's too quiet, too peaceful for me. And I've been feeling so so so lonely. Everything is slow-moving, sometimes really depressing. It has been really hot, the weather. Then somewhere in between those days, you have a really cold, windy weather or an all-day-long of soft rain. Well basically, weather here is messed up. It can't make up it's mind whether it wants to be summer or winter, but it actually is autumn. So OK, cool! Just do whatever the hell you want, stupid weather.

Besides having trouble getting used to the weather, I've been feeling a little bit off lately: depressed, sad, sometimes a lil' bit happy. I've been having weird, mixed feelings. It's all clumped together, bashing through, making me all sad and confused. I mean, one day, I can be really happy and excited about everything. Then there will be a day or two that I just feel like lying in bed and cry. I just really miss home, you know? I miss my friends, I miss my life back there, I miss all the noise. I miss the city life. But sometimes I'm happy. I'm happy that I get to be with my family once again. After almost two years, it actually feels like 'I'm finally home again'. And now with the dog in the picture, I could not be any happier.

I guess I just need time. I need to let it go, start afresh. I really should just let it go. I know I didn't ask for all of this, but if it was given to me, just like that.. I should be thankful. I guess I should start picking myself up: get a casual job, get into university, then get a real job; a job I will love (and hopefully or maybe start a family of my own right here :). I hope lah.

25 March 2014

Guns and horses

"Maybe the most painful part is watching the person you love fall out of love with you. Their grip has loosened, and their eyes have fallen short of the vision you co-created. They no longer laugh at your jokes, ask you about your day, or hold you. They haven't said "I love you" in so long, and haven't meant it even longer. They're too captivated by a silhouette of prospect with a new friend. You catch their flirty glimpses, and confirm your suspensions with texts and call logs. You can steadily sense that you're being etched into a memory that they will rarely recall. They're leaping, face forward, into another person's embrace."