Handmade in France, Sweet!

Blah. I went into Evita Peroni just yesterday.

And when I walked in, this extremely friendly guy

came up to my cuz and I

and was like, all "Hello!"

And that was fine.

Then he started talking about how good

the products are;

imported and handcrafted...the sort.

That was pretty good too.

Until he offered to try on this beautiful

hair clip on my hair for me...

He started showing me the multiples hairstyles

that could be done with that one clip.

Thus, inevitably, I fell for it like bees to pollen.

I mean, after all that, I had to have it.

-_-

Here comes the part...

My cuz was planning on paying cash

but when she heard the price,

she took out her card instead.

Even my aunt was surprised.

She said earlier that she knew that this brand was expensive

and thought maybe it was like RM30 for one clip.

But none of us expected a triple digit!

It was RM199!!

For a hair clip made by hand in France.

O'mahG!

=^_^=

I'm wearing it now actually.

Despite that shocking ordeal.

Okay, so maybe I'm doing it a bit wrong.

Correction,

RM199 for a hair clip.

A hair clip.

I repeat, RM(200) for a hair clip.

But that's for another's point of view.

I'm liking the first one.

Wink~*

My first HK Celebrity

I still remember the time I met my very first

Hong Kong celebrity.

I think it was in KLCC, Kuala Lumpur.

There were like lots of people in the food section I think,

and when I reached for some nuts being sold

on a wooden rack, there the woman was..

standing right on my left side

and apparently, desiring the same nuts too.

I couldn't exactly quite decide

if she was just a lookalike

or my memory served me wrong

(yes, I often tend to doubt my own memory).

She was surprisingly shorter than I thought.

And the moment we made eye contact,

that was when things got really awkward.

I was like, staring into her face,

trying to determine if she was who I thought she was.

And she was staring back, a little nervous by the looks of it.

We stayed like that for 10 seconds and

that is a long time, just so you know.

Fortunately, my aunt pulled me away before

things got really, super, undeniably awkward.

Thus, in the end, I never was sure if

my eyes were right and I still

can't forget about the way

my aunt asked me to shut up.

She could be more polite about it, you know.

Curses. 

Biology vs Accounts

Between accounts and biology,

I'd much rather take up bio, that's for sure.

It's so much more fun compared to

numbers, numbers and numbers.

And I'm not very handy with calculations either.

Strike one!

To fight and to Be forgotten

To fight, is to get a chance.

But to lose a fight,

is to be forgotten.

Btw, it's a sore to wake up so early in the morning for school.
^_^'

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone!

May the days be jolly!

Might I not say a word too short!

And Ho Ho Ho!

Wishes and kisses to all those in merry spirit~!

La Vie En Rose?

I'm in a pinch here 'cause a good friend of mine

-Noelle(not her real name obviously)-

told me that she's interested in this guy

-Crook(also not his real name)-

And she asked me the '10 guides to Love' thingy~

which I of course, have no clue at all.

Nada. Not a scratch. Poof!

But, as a writer and reader of stories, my independent mind

simply took the lead.......and I might have promised her

a victory round.

....... 

Oh Love! Why thou prey upon tis human's heart so?

Life isn't sweet! It's bittersweet!

And too much bitter will ruin the sweetness.

Argh~how do you make Crook fall in love with Noelle

when he's in love with another?

I'm no cupid!

The awakening of the end

I'm officially back to the world of blogging.

M'done with the PMR examinations so for approx. 3 months, I will be quite free.

Well, that's the idea but I have a project about my school's very first music festival to handle...

(but keep that a secret.)

and there's the library records to sort.

Imagine it.

50 library prefects and I'm supposed to complete

a full record on every one of them for the past 10 months.

Joyful isn't it?

And my creative, literature mindset is on roadblock apparently.

But I'm going to get that story done.

Lovely.

Dreams are Ours for Life

Well, my school holiday officially starts at 00:00 in the morning.

So...I have decided to write another short story for my delusive blog.

But it will take some time 'cause I have paintings to finish and dresses to design

within this '11 days of utter freedom'.

But I love what I do. I really do.

Drawing. Painting. Designing. Composing. Photography-ing.

And some other activities I like to indulge in.

They all mean a lot to me and if someone comes up and say to me, right in the face,

"You're not cut out for it."

"You can't."

"Stop wasting your time."

"Go study."

"Stop being so childish."

Haha...I will really list them as 'dead' in my mental notebook.

And I can be very cruelly cold if I'm angry. Like seriously angry.

So what if I don't have the natural talent for something.

Does it mean I can't fall in love with it?

Or does it mean I should just keep quiet and listen to whatever people say

just because not everyone are born with the genius ability
to SUDDENLY know how to play an instrument?

 

Having dreams have no conditions.

They are ours to follow and pursue it as far and infinite as we like.

People can say what they think,

but they can never say what is right for you.

Only you know that...

because...

after all,

you grew up with yourself ever since the day you ever existed.

So you know yourself the best.

Logic? ^_^