Hi. That’s a guilty hi. Sorry, I’m terribly engulfed by guilt (of tsunami proportions).

So, I didn’t exactly notice that I sort of laid off this blog when it was just days that when by, and then the days turned to weeks, abruptly a month’s passed. Then suddenly its a whole stretch of months since the last time that I’ve sort of forgotten how to do this. Shock.

A bit drama lah. Sorry, this takes a bit of  time to get the ball rolling. I might have problems with directing my train of thoughts so I might never shut up. Its literally an impossible thing for me. So you’ll possibly be stuck with me, jabbering aimlessly, lidis, foreverr. Haha. I know. Not funny. But you still half-smirked at my half-assed rantings kan?

Disoriented a bit so cut me some slack can? Its been 5 months.

I can’t exactly list out whats been going on cause these 5 months were chock full, especially July.  But I’m going to list out the things that’re at the top of my head.

I have for some reason, that still confounds me till this day, developed a socio-psycho-OCD like habit for everything neat. Organizing things that’re cluttered around especially when they all go into tiny little boxes that can be put away gives me a high.

My younger self would have hung her head in shame if she were to see me like this. I used to be the girl that would hide every heap, every mess into her closet till it explodes. Seriously, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I found something in there, dead.

Ok lah, I drama. The worst was when I found an air-tight tupperware full of fungified-funk at the back of my cupboard that looked like fried chicken. And it turned out to be an apple core. I was 7 and yes, you have done much more disgusting things in life so don’t judge.

My parents went to Europe? Abandoning my siblings and I., thank you very much parents. Thanks mum for bragging in my face that you’re going to Paris without me. Can’t you just feel the love festering?

Haha, jokes aside.

I know, I know very irrelevant and random. But this is my current favourite perfume that my parents got for me while they were there. Its just a sample of Fragonard’s new blend. Its got a musky, flowery,warm smell with a hint of orange. Something you’ll want to wear in the tropics. I  recommend you get it if you want something for everyday. Ok on a footnote, maybe not. I just have this thing for peaches, lemons and oranges now so I might be swayed a lil bit.

Digress, diggress I love clothes that has a certain perfume smell. My mother has scarves that smell just like her that I use steal to play with when she was away at work  (and still do, sometimes) But I have this thing against stained fabrics so I spritz it on my hats instead of my clothes.

And its the best logic ever since the gravity thing.

Oh, and random bit. I just realised, most of my knit and straw hats are from zoos or animal parks. Weird, I know. They might be queer places to get hats but honestly they’re way cheaper than the ones you get in stores and are actually worth it. The quality and material’s are way superior than the flimsy straws you get in stores that’re double the price.

So, I’ve been looking for a can can everywhere since everyone’s finally put away that trend for good but its so difficult to find something thats not trending (only in Malaysia) |: and I happened to stumble upon this prize in KL’s Butterfly park.

For some strange reason, my heart goes into rapid beats whenever I see this. I think I’m a bit of a lepidopterophobe. Of all the vast varieties of –phobes out there I have to get this one, seriously?

I’ve sorta ran out of pictures, so I’ve also sort of ran out of things to say (and I’m also in a bit of a mini frenzy cause I keep scrolling up and eyeballing those creeps up there)

I guess this will be the last picture. Anybody notice anything, liberated?

Sorry for being such a bitch, but I’ve been real busy lately. With deadlines and such, its hard to keep up with everything. Its a wee weird this year, real different. My room is so neat and I’m doing my homework. Kind off, on the latter.

I have a hunch I’m developing a slight OCD thing. My nail polishes are arranged according to matte, shiny, glitter. And hues too of course. I’ve never been this organized.

Its strange this year, almost alien. I can feel change.

Ah, it must be the weather I suppose.

Oh and by the way, this nook here? Its not dead. Not until I say so. I’ve just been distracted, a lot. Sorry if this was kinda half-assed. Today is after all rather – dismal.

I leave with what I think, might be an attempt of boobs by my friend. He fairly succeeded me thinks. Don’t you agree?

xo

B

I have a very strong desire to change my hair colour. Or just chop it off. Maybe both. What’s surreal is that the only colour I look good in so far is blue. But meh, blue is hard to pull off on a daily basis.

Why-lah is school so restricted? I want my silver-blonde/red. I:

Sorry for entirely abandoning this little space here, my mind was afloat and drifted far and wide before settling into this nook again.

On another note, macaroons are an extreme delight and they’re a total treat for the poor old sights. They’re so colourful and pretty, in short.

I think I’ve gone quite mad, or maybe its just my sanity dipping into lethargic boredom. Either way, I’ve gone rather bonkers. I bet you can tell I’ve recently watched Alice In Wonderland. Yes, yes I did. But I miss the 1950’s version one though it was so much better.

I think I know where I got the idea for silver blonde.

Anyway is it just me, or do I feel like Earth is inching closer towards its end? What a queer thing, I swear it must be the weather – its erratic.

xo

B

I currently have a queer affinity for everything pixie dust-y, pale and French braids. Someone please give me a damn macaroon also and let me taste a slice of heaven, or in this case – a bite.

I’m not dead—yet. Just busy. I will try to break this period of stagnant  nothingness. It’s really hard to cultivate discipline out of oneself and  a sense of organization.  But I just spruced up my room till all is prim and proper, it did take one month though. I’m working on it.

Oh 2011 just makes you work harder doesn’t it?

xo

B

I’m currently finding solace now while writing here as I am trying to procrastinate what I have to do for possibly the next half an hour. You see, I’m currently really tired and my leg is a wee bit crampy.

Unfortunately, whatever space that is not occupied by my bodily self is spread out with clothes, accessories and whatever crap you can possibly think off for example, a box of post-it notes is currently poking me on my foot and a roll of cello dangling precariously nearby.

So yeah, it’d be impossible for me to sleep with all the junk lying around cause I am known to be excellent in bed – as a roller lah. You psycho pervs, I can practically see what’s reeling in your mind. Anyways, it’d possibly take me ten minutes to stuff it all somewhere, ten minutes to get my bag packed up and another ten to get myself all ready and tuck myself in.

So that’s equivalent to half an hour and it’s already 2.21AM. I’ll be feeling really crappy tomorrow, I can tell. Crap, I won’t be able to recount my very epic escapade on Saturday which was really Mission Impossible like. Or was it Mission Possible? Whatever, Tom Cruise was in it and it was just terrifyingly epic with all the slow-mo running and hiding behind walls.

I guess it’s just a tale for another day, have a great week! I can’t believe it’s already the fourth week of the year. I feel like I’m aging everyday. My cells are dying rapidly but that happens anyway so go figure.

xo

B