Never would I imagine I would be this stuck for a piece of assignment.
Urgh.
I miss the social life I once had.
And I’m really sorry for missing all the group-dates, parties, dinners, lunches. Hopefully, I’ll get to make it up to every single one of you soon. Before what’s left in my social circle are friends from school.
I’m aware my previous entries have been horribly depressing.
And as phases come and go, I’m tired of depressing entries (The cats looks like it’s sick of my sad entries too).
So, I’m gonna make sure I’m a smiley face from now on.
Life’s too short to be wasted on fussing about the “it could have been” past. And I believe that life is sometimes a self-fulfilling prophecy– so if I think I’m gonna be good, I will be.
Psst, isn’t the cat cute? It was in some random touristy shop in Amsterdam when Shoe and I went around snapping cats.
There are many different types of songs, some happy songs, some sad songs. But the best songs are those which will bring you back to the first moments that you heard them, and have your heart broken.
I thought the workload is enough to kep me distracted. And I was almost right.
Until I listen a particular song which awakens the emotions I put to sleep,
or when something small goes wrong. Like being unable to print my work, the little things that trigger off the irritation in me. That makes me wanna sit down and cry.
Which is exactly what I do.
Every Sunday, I check the postsecret website and feel comforted that I’m not the only one feeling these ways.
Makes me believe that somewhere, out there. There is another me, and perhaps, another you, full of differences and yet, share a similarity..
Credits to xdramatique
I wanna party.
Yes, I’m not the “good girl next door”.
I wear make-up.
I wear cleavage-revealing clothes, perhaps a little more than what the society can accept.
I have a nose piercing and mutiple ear piercings, and am loving it.
I have many many pairs of stilettos and give lotsa damn to my wardrobe.
I paint my nails in foxy red.
I don’t step out of the house without styling my hair.
So I’m a bad girl?
Hmm.
Perhaps.
But wait,
ain’t the above nothing but all things superficial?
So, when did the superficial become everything?
I think there’s more to life than essentialising people into unnecessary categories.
Chill. Breathe. I’m more than how I dress and look, and I’m not going to bite your head off. Unless you step on my toes. =)
“The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.” — Coco Chanel
I know I lost the sparkle in my eye when I speak of you.
And that is a beautiful closure.
Never let someone speak for you. Neither should it be a card, a song, nor over a screen.
When it truly matters, speak for yourself.
I had a Summer too.
Which made me decided to steer clear of seasonal changes in the emotion department for a while.
“I don’t think there are good men around anymore…”
“There are. You just haven’t met them.”
It’s dangerous when I have 3 versions of a particular song, and it’s on repeat all day long.
Doesn’t help that I space out when listening to it.
I can do with a little more excitment, a little wrong, a little bad, and a little guilt.
I’ve to admit I overwork my emotions a little too much these days.
I love love love the pictures from Chanel’s latest show.
It ain’t all about the clothes, for Karl Lagerfled never fails to impress with the set of the show.
Chanel is not only about the double C on handbags. I believe it’s a league on it’s own when it comes to elegance and creativity.
That is enough to make my day.
I’ve to say it sometimes trouble me why you talk to everyone but me. So I’m taking it all in stride. I don’t know what makes you so attractive to me, making it almost difficult to talk to you.
So, it’s time to start missing you. Even if you’re standing right in front of me.
For times like these are a luxury. And I wanna get use to missing you, before I don’t get to see you anymore.
I’m officially missing you. Whoever said it’s impossible to miss what you never had, never almost met you.
Simply put, you’re like my favourite dessert– even when placed in front of me, I look forward to seeing you again.
Perhaps, this is the epitome of fatal attraction.
Come. Talk to me.
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