All Smiles

Hi there. I am not gloating but I am just honestly really happy with my life now.

The leaves are greener.

The sun shines brighter.

The air smells fresher.

Plain water tastes sweeter.

The current song that I’m listening to reflects my mood just right: On Top Of The World by Imagine Dragons. Clever, clever Ipod.

In fact so happy that I can’t help myself from putting a smiley after this sentence. 🙂

Now on to the part as to why. For the past few months, as aforementioned in my previous post, I have been vegetating happily. Well, not exactly vegetating, I am faced with happy dilemmas each day. For example, what to eat for the next meal, where to go for the next short vacation, where to go shopping, which movie or series to watch, which album to blast out without any reservations to scream along since I don’t have to memorize anything from the textbook.

Amongst other gems that illuminate my now colourful life include countless hours spent with the close friends and family time. There are very few things can rival the content of a simple meal with good company. Oh and also the fact that I didn’t gain any weight in the midst of all this feasting without exercising. (!) Though that has to change soon, the exercising bit because it goes against the health freak principles.

Of course this elevated state I am in will not be permanent, I am a realist to a certain extent. But I am not waiting for the shoe to drop, let it be. So, to whoever who is reading this, I hope some of the positive energy I think I am emitting through this post will rub off on you. I do hope you feel great as I do, if not better.

“Look at all the beauty still left around you and be happy!” Anne Frank

The Lines Are Blurred

Where do you draw the line?

No glossy handbook for this unfortunately. It’s not like I’ve ever read any handbooks for that matter. They emit this manufactured feel most of the time. 

Anyway.

It’s been seared onto my mind. The constant stream of thoughts wrestling with each other do nothing but bring me back to square one. So unsure. Fragile. Confused. Yeah and every other alternate adjective under the sun. 

The thing is, the only thing I’m capable of doing is to listen to the same songs again. And remember.

Which is not necessarily a bad thing, right? 

One week has co…

One week has come and gone. Most of the things on my to-do-list are still undone but I have no regrets, it was a week well spent. I’m fully recharged and ready to take on college again.

Just a few more months. I can almost taste the sweet oncoming liberty… But I can also almost see the flames of my oncoming trials results because whatever studying plans I had for the holidays were incinerated. 

 

Oh well. I had it coming. Haha. Anyway this marks the hiatus from the blogging sphere, at least for the distant future, as I slug my way through A2. Wish me luck! 

This is the aft…

This is the aftermath of the getting dressed up session this morning before I head out. And my wardrobe resembles an avalanche. I was having a “I have nothing to wear” day. It happens to every girl out there I think. You stand in front of a cupboard filled (or in my case, tumbling down) with clothes but you find yourself without a single ensemble to wear.

Fast forward an hour or so later, after firing many “Is this okay?” at my sister, panic attacks realising I have nothing decent to wear, frenzied digging through piles and piles of clothes only to end up failing then turning to my sister’s wardrobe, I finally settled on a colourful dress with printed Japanese motive on it. Something I wouldn’t usually wear around here because I come from a relatively small town, it’d look out of place, overdressed even. Who wears a dress to the local supermarket to buy groceries? But since I was headed out of town so why not? I wouldn’t meet anyone I know anyway. 😉 You see I’m not that courageous when it comes to fashion. Unless I’m overseas or out of my hometown I wouldn’t be caught wearing “statement pieces” like let’s say a hat? Or a humongous headpiece, or tying my hair into two ponytails or plaits. But I don’t think I’d ever tie my hair in two anywhere cause I’ll just look like a walking douchebag. Haha. Back to the point, yeah Japanese motive dress. It’s sort of unusual I guess.

Which brings to my next point, I somehow fell in love with a kinda weird necklace which I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have the courage to wear anytime soon.

In accordance to my no-self-photographs in blog principle, I’ve given Mr Teddy the honour of medelling my new necklace:

 

                                                    Tada!

 

It’s nice isn’t it? Well is it to me anyway. However, some would beg to differ as it has generated comments indicating it’s resemblance to lizard eggs. Lizard eggs. Out of everything under the sun. Sighs. Considering how it’s supposed to be garbed around my neck, constant expectation for it to explode into a mass of lizards isn’t really a comfortable thought. Oh well.

Besides the lizard eggs necklace, the sweepstakes of the day includes a hoodie, a shirt, another shirt, and another shirt. It’s such a shame Mr Teddy can’t model those for you dear Blog Reader. :p 

 

John Mayer

John Mayer. First image that comes to mind:

Epitome of sexiness, right? And he’s not even wielding his TBO yet.

But all good things come to an end. And this ends tragically, let me assure you of that. Because to my horror, when I scouranged Youtube for his latest bits and pieces, this dude is what dubbed as the legendary JM:

 

Oh gosh why JM, WHY?! I think he was going for the smokin’-Wild-Wild-West look but guess what it comes across as I-have-a-million-fleas-in-my-so-cool-mane look. I wonder if this ugly shaggy hair look is all the rage now cause I noticed Jason Mraz looks similar too, in a bad way.

Anyway, JM’s new Born and Raised sounds very country I think. Especially the first song on the album(didn’t bother looking up the title). And I personally detest country. Can’t stand the annoying country guitar harping in the background. But JM is still JM. I’ll just stick to his old stuff for now, save for one or two songs from Born and Raised like Something Like Olivia. Hope his album sales go down, no I’m not cursing him or anything, just…sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind(sounds like bull?) so that he’d revert back to his good ol’ self soon. And for God’s sake get yourself a haircut.

 The psycho cowboy cum paedophile look.

I have one week…

I have one week left of the meager(holidays are really very hard to come by here in my college) Raya break. Decided that I gotta have a list of the things I’ll set out to do:

1. Watch Suits.

2. Sleep without any alarms(notice the plural form) set to mend my unhealthy relationship with my phone because in college, I’m dangerously close to smashing it when it rings.

3. Practise at least an hour of piano everyday.

4. Try not to blow off all my money in my bank account.

5. Exercise on alternate days.

6. Finish Michael Scott’s books (doesn’t seem possible because I’m already bored with book 2, The Magician, I wonder what’s all the fuss about The Alchemyst… Kinda overrated I think?). Scratch that, it’ll suffice if I even finish The Magician. 

7. Read and watch Atonement again.

8. Write on my blog everyday.

9. Study for trials (this should be number 1. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak)

A very ambitious list actually. What with all the distractions(outings, the bed, the box(tv) etc)around. But having a plan will keep me on track hopefully. I’m so tired now I don’t know what I’m crapping. Good night.

Relief

I just feel so, so blessed to have people to back me up all this while and that I have somehow  miraculously pulled through so far.

 I proved the detractors wrong. Your condescending tones now only betray your green-hued envy. 

Another step closer. 

In My Place – Coldplay

You know you’ve truly made it when the crowd sings along to your guitar rifts.

A beautiful, sunny morning and I’m in exceptionally high spirits today.

Been hearing Hotel Yorba by The White Stripes on repeat. Makes me wanna get up and dance around the room.

Ooh and speaking about The White Stripes, I just read in the newspapers about Jack White’s new album called Blunderbuss or something like that. Can’t wait to get my hands on it. Hurry go give it a listen people! And tell me what’s the verdict. 🙂

I know this is an old song but hey whatever. Lost count on how many times I heard this. Though laced with profanities, it’s inspiring. Shinoda is the man.

New song for jogging. I tend to like blasting rap songs or anything fast paced for jogs. Heavy beats and baselines. Great motivation. I feel like the king.