a lil vain pot with lil vain thoughts

I'm a totally noob with make-up as I don't think I'll ever wake up early enough for it. Already as it is, I've got difficulties reaching school on time. Besides that point, I guess I don't see the need to be acquainted with it... until my sis showed me Michelle Phan's tutorials. For a girl with maid-ish features (check out her earlier tutorials) to look that gorgeous, my my lil vain me is tempted indeed.

So, that's something to KIV - learn a new skill :) I could do with more items in that pouch. Hee.

No no they aren't thinking of me

E.G.M.L!

Where are youuu?

Was just thinking of her, (oh damn my guts!) yet I'm fearful of the akwardness that would surely arise when we meet once more. Though I hadn't enjoyed my poly life as much as I wanted to, I must admit that these friends, especially Harry, Esther and Eric really made a difference to my life.

And I wonder if Eric is still as emo as he used to be. Hee.

Shame on me. I'm just terrible at keeping friends as close as I'd like them to. I just feel like ranting the list of names once more, though I doubt they'd think of me as much I'm thinking of them.

Nah. On second thoughts, perhaps I'll just watch the rain fall.

Stop ranting!

and I cross my fingers and pray that i'll keep this bunch of lovelies alright now. Espcially TCDY, HHWY, DLPS & ATYP...

Or perhaps, some people are meant to be in your life for a certain season, and then, they fade away.

It must be the rain; that gloomy weather.

Pardon Pearlene Lim and Harry Winston

It'll have to stay that way as I didn't have the time to sign up for a new blog (all that filling in of information bores me) so I simply created one (for assignment) from the account I have currently.

Shall I head to the mall and get another book? Despite all that I have for the weekend yes I've finished one new book. And quite determined to get rid of that trash.

If you've read "Everyone worth knowing", "Chasing Harry Winston" is pretty much an extended version of that. More trash that I can take. The first chapter was very unbearable but somehow I managed to get past that. Meaningless read. No one (character) getting anywhere after 280 pages. I mean they did; one had fulfiled her resolution of having sex with one man from each continent, another, broke up with her perfect boyfriend (WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THAT?) and the other, well maxed her bitchiness by becoming a columnist in Marie Claire.

I'm so selling this to a secondhand bookshop.

You know you have an addiction when...

You choose to walk to 7-11
for a bottle of Starbucks
when you are nearly late

When you hold that cool bottle
as you rushed for your first lesson
you daydream about the yummy fluid
running down your throat

When you reach the class
the moment the bags are down
you ripped off the plastic seal
"pop!" the pleasure's found

When the brown fluid flows
Then anything goes
Till the very last drop
I'm done with my dose

P.S I reached on time though.

I know I should be saying that I need God in my life every day, but it does seem that I need Starbucks more.

really, bring it on.

how much more work do you exactly want me to do?

Oh God. Bad decisons have landed me in a state as such.

What a most wonderful evening.

It was really nice of H.T (since there're two H's') to listen to me ramble about THAT final straw.

I'll like a Scottish Fold very much :D

Its mere cuteness cheered me up when I found out that I gotta redo my GSP file.

So much that I'm really considering of getting one... Though I doubt my nose will be able to take all the fur that lingers on my furniture. Been quite ill, even coming down with a slight fever. After countless pills (panadol flu, asprin & antihistamine) my body screams "I NEED REST!"

So indeed. Looking at these Scottish Folds once more. I never knew how much heartache "See no touch" can cause. Looks like I can only admire them from afar, on videos, where I can't help but reach out my fingers and go cutie cutie.

payment of time

I paid two hours of sleep for "nineteen minutes".

Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it; sometimes I wonder why am I even a bookworm to start with.

Someone just take away that bad bad addiction please.

Or perhaps, it just goes to show how deeeprrrived I am of my own time.