Grow In

I don’t mind it, I don’t mind at all
It’s like you’re the swing set, and I’m the kid that falls
It’s like the way we fight, the times I’ve cried
We come to blows and every night
The passion’s there, so it’s got to be right, right?

No, I don’t believe you
When you say don’t come around here no more
I won’t remind you
You said we wouldn’t be apart

No, I don’t believe you
When you say you don’t need me anymore
So don’t pretend to
Not love me at all

I don’t mind it, I still don’t mind at all
It’s like one of those bad dreams when you can’t wake up
Looks like you’ve given up, you’ve had enough
But I want more, no, I wont’ stop
‘Cause I just know you’ll come around, right?

I don’t believe you – Pink

Beautiful song.

Monday Perfect Blues

I still think Black as the sexiest colour, but I guess I need to inject some colours into my wardrobe. Maybe some sheer maxi dress/ skirt, some sweat tops, a full skirt maybe, some mustard knee length dresses and tops, not forgetting shoes and many more. That’s why they said a girl’s shopping list is never ending, all the never-ending fashion styles and variability, how to own them all? I still love chiffon and mesh, they have been my favourite fabrics since years ago. My ysl eyeshadow just cracked, I was heartbroken. The whole thing just came off one fine afternoon, I did nothing to it or maybe it was because I carelessly dropped it in the car the other day.

Oh yeah and I want a pair of toms and a nude blazer.

Piece of Art

 

 

 

 

Source: Polyvore

Wednesday is Always Nice

Ikoi Japanese Restaurant at Miramar Hotel

The food was good, the night was good.

Common Things I Love

From Here.

Miles and months away.

I guess I’m happy for now, pretty way behind schedule for my revision but I guess I will make up for that. Happy Saturday beautiful.

YAWN

I’ve been pretty caught up with all the ridiculous fun for the remaining half of the week. Spent the birthday receiving something which I never thought I would, winebar with my fav people and then zouk, awesome time, quality definitely rules over quantity.  Thurs was pretty much a lazy day, did brunch at Strictly Pancakes before settling at Marmalade Pantry for the signature sticky date pudding which obviously failed to make us feel any better. Made up the day going gaga over Jay chou’s concert at my crib and then doubled the happiness by making our or rather MY virgin trip to chomp chomp for din (man I love that place). Roamed around town on fri which was pretty tiring, same roaming around town again on sat … hey it’s really senseless to just sum up what I have been doing. Oh yeah did winebar again on sat, yawn.

Time for a stop and get that mugging momentum back before I lose it all … again.

Fancy Sweater

It’s funny how I keep on saying that things are slightly different, and yet I watch the changes unfold. Nevertheless, it’s a happy morning though no exact reason as to why. Prelims have finally ended, and here’s my temp pause to this hectic insane mugging. Actually the process doesn’t really bother me that much, just sometimes books bore me to tears. Not literally tears, but it can seriously turns you into one paranoid and maybe boring self? Well, feeling good cause I can finally hit town for my nail appointment and some decent high tea in the noon. Fine thursday afternoon to get a little dress up, I’m so sick of  my ‘school outfits’. Will be a great weekend ahead, gonna rock the party scene (or maybe not) and ciao back to reality.

PS

Last night was almost perfect, from wild honey to ps cafe and missing you.

A Little Call for Celebration Maybe

Roughly about another month to my birthday, isn’t yet into the celebration mode. In actual fact, I don’t really like Birthdays. The fact it just keep incrementally adding on to the age, what’s there to love?  I  love Birthdays only cause it is another Hell yes time to party and get you drunk reason. That even if you push a glass of liquor to anyone, they just got to play along with the trick. I love the gathering time with my girls, though we don’t always need a reason for parties.

Anyway, suddenly the thought about my birthday theme this year is to do a real champagne diet and some soul-eating eye make up. I don’t know how to piece the ideas of that two together, but they just randomly struck my mind while trying to attempt some financial questions. Like wow, getting drunk over just pure champagne? Something new, maybe. Absolutely no idea whether I can even have a proper celebration, fuck yeah to this ambiguity. Alright, ciao before this gets any further.