#TheMelets

Liyana Othman- Texas, the closed chicken rice shop in Section 16, DIYs, cakes and doodles, loud laugh with tears pouring out of one's eyes, baju kurung with sneakers, Naza Ria, American Mercedez (is it a Mercedez? haha), Mak Biah, Faridah Krueger, Lite.fm

Nur Ain Zubaidah- The All American Rejects, Hansons, addiction to books, "balang", over use of hand gestures, sepet eyes, baking, bookstores, non-committed relationship with spicy food, "Is it done? Is it done?", emotional

Atiqah Syafawati- DotA, doodle, late nights at the bus-stop, grocery hunting, emotion-sharing sessions, internal jokes, script writing, acting, imaginations and dreams, excessive dieting,

Nur Shaliana- batik Hungga (correct me if I'm wrong haha), beadings, DIY, fabulous baju kurungs, excessive use of hand-gestures, wife-material, loyal daughter, money saver, Klang, 

Ezzah Amani- big eyes, innocence, K-Pop, smart, American slang, fast-talker, blur, studious, 

Wan Zulaikha- Nabila Huda (yes, the actress), fierce and soft( paradox I know), stationary provider, iPhone and Nokia phone, volleyball, swearing, assistant class-rep,

Ahmad Naim- big, annoying, loud voice, mature, rational, great cook, Pulau Kambing, Terengganu, cuddly, advice-giver, ETHOS!, drama, leader, hard-worker, Bliss drink, dinosaur doll, 

Nur Fatimah Au'zir- cute, big-eyes, flirty and sexy (LOL), inability to draw, good (and expensive) food, Kancil, firm, fashion-forward, Lady Gaga's Cherry Cherry Boom Boom, Beach Friends

Nudiya Idswa- actress, diva, kind, Indie books, guitar, Christina Perri's Arms, emotional, the bench in front of Block T under the tree, Sri Manjung, emotional, BlackBerry, Beach Friends

Amir Rashad- Japan, classical music, Section 9, British accent, desire to win every argument, annoying, funny, random, boredom without, kinky, apple pies, proper eating etiquette, sisters! Beach Friends, 

Nur Atiqah- doodles, Scorpio, make-up, cute, SMK Seksyen 7,quoting song lyrics on Twitter, bright colours, peacock shawl, emotional,

Wan Nurul Jannah- K-Pop, IMR.fm, big eyes, out-spoken, emotional, creativity, DIYs, hot cousin (HAHA), a certain ex, choreography, make-up, SMK Seksyen 7

Faiz- annoying, mature, drama, deep voice, Friso Gold Song, Miley Cyrus, scandals, nasik goreng ayam without veggies, place to pour out feelings, Taiping, family, DotA, sleep-monster, 

Akmal- Dikir Barat, retis, great presentation about his father, DotA master, volleyball, Karoot Komedia,  

Muhammad Syafirudin (sorry if I've mispelt your name)- drama, acting, stage, Adobe skills, the word "entrepreneur", UiTM coffee, Section 3 McDonald's, money,

Izyan Husna- Yuna, guitar, soft voice, Prida, pretty, thin, laid-back and cool fashion, fragile, effortless get-up

Kyeriah Husna- tough, gravely voice, dance, aerobics, tuition teacher, sporty, hot guy during semester 3 drama practice (LOL)

Ira Syaqira- IMR.fm, Dr. Hanim, Kembara, family-oriented, Section 9, K-Pop, tough, volleyball, 

Siti Marhanis- food, Mdm. Shiha, kecil-kecil cili padi, Swift, evergreen songs, house break-in, My Heart Will Go On, Suri-ram, Suri-ram,  

Muhammad Nazif- businessman, cars, Kelantan, perseverance, Nad Penguin, that night at DE with Ikah,

and other things that remind me of you guys that I have trouble remembering. Candles, random-outings, Besut, NSTP, Mdm Rosalind, drama class, classes with drama, internal and external drama, standing up against Dydy (LOL), the semester with The Queen, Mdm Shiha, Abang Shar, Mr.Kieran, movies in class, YOLO: Life Is ART 

I truly miss you guys. 

p.s: Forever #TheMelets

                    

What Do I Want?

Then life slides into its tenth month of the year.

I'm turning 23 next month if God wills it. 

So far, going into the third month on the job, I already miss my friends. I feel nostalgic and melancholy at night thinking about the past, being carefree and random with them. 

Life now has become routine. Such an insatiable appetite to live everyday the same way, day in, day out, seeing the same faces and doing the same thing over, and over again. It has become dull and I yearn to find something else to do, and escape from the mundane-ism that is life now.

I have become very restless and anxious because I know somehow or rather that I am not doing what I have pictured myself doing. I know it is unfair for me to say these things, and I should not be feeling this way; I am young and I have a few steps to go but already I feel unfulfilled. 

The hardest question I have ever faced these few months is, "What do you want actually?" and this was asked by a lady who interviewed me for a writing stint in a company.

I was stumped. 

And every single time the question resonates in my head, I get the same reaction from myself.

p.s: 2014 in 2 months. 

20 Things We Should Realize

1. I think it is important to do something beyond your capabilities, even just for once. You would be surprised with how far you can go and the standard you can reach. 

2. I think it is important for you to chase your dreams, even the smallest ones because if you don't, you'll never know which one can come true.

3. I think it is important that you get out of your comfort zone, even if it is for a little while and experience something unfamiliar because getting too comfortable is not a good sign.

4. I think it is important for you to take chances, in whatever you do. Failure is an option, but not taking any chances is unacceptable.

5. I think it is important to be a part of something and having a sense of belonging is important too.

6. I think it is important to leave some sort of legacy, unless you are willing to be forgotten.

7. I think it is important for you to realize who you are as a person, what you want and figure out what you expect from yourself in the end. Everything has an expiry date, including your realizations.

8. I think it is important for you to spend as much time as you can with people who matter most in your life. 

9. I think it is important for you to acknowledge that money is important in life, but it is not the most important thing.

10. I think it is important for you to go out and get some fresh air, and enjoy nature, once in a while, everyday if it is possible.

11. I think it is important for you to get yourself educated, in everything you can get your hands on.

12. I think it is important for you to fall in love and be in a romantic relationship at least once, just to experience what it is like.

13. I think it is important that you live as healthily as possible.

14. I think it is important for you to go on an adventure, to a foreign place, unplanned, with people you love.

15. I think it is important for you to realize that people come and go in your life, and that is more of a normal occurrence than you think.

16. I think it is important for you to realize that you are not really alone in this world. You just have to go and find someone and be un-alone.

17. I think it is important for you to be happy for as long as you can.

18. I think it is important for you to realize that what you give, is what you will receive.

19. I think it is important for you to realize that life can end anytime, and that you have only one life to do almost everything you have been dreaming of.

20. I think it is important that you realize your life matters more than you can ever imagine.

p.s: A life lesson for myself.

11 Things Being an Adult Are Not.

1. Adults are the most mature people that have ever, ever existed.

2. We can spend on anything we want because we have money.

3. Friday night is party night!

4. It is easier to make friends.

5. Life becomes relatively easier to manage.

6. We will meet our soul-mates somewhere down the line. 

7. Relationships are more simple and easier to manage.

8. We will always have energy for work and fun.

9. We become more sensitive.

10. We learn more from our experiences and not repeat mistakes.

11. We have figured out the meaning of "life".

Ideas Come to Me!

It is indeed frustrating when one is not able to update one's blog with interesting posts. 

It is highly regrettable that no inspiration has come either in the form of reality nor fantasy. It is also quite sad when there is inspiration, one cannot put the thoughts and ideas into an interesting and highly personal point of view.

It is getting tiring to continue to stare at an empty blog post with nothing to talk about. 

There are things to be talked about, but to put them into perspective- that's the hard part.

p.s: I don't want to run out of passion.

Eyes.

The other day I was in a train on my way to work when in came this girl, black tudung and purple baju kurung. She sat opposite me. I did not see anything unusual or remarkable about her except when I started staring at her eyes.

She had the saddest looking eyes I've ever seen. It was as if I could feel the pain she felt, whatever the causes of her pain may be. She was staring at everyone else, pitifully and I could not help but feel a sense of heartache just by looking at her looking at other people.

Her eyes were remarkably sad and I wanted to ask her what she was going through but I just sat there looking at her eyes and I chocked a bit. I thought of myself and wondered if my eyes gave out the same sort of sadness and pain like hers did. 

I began to think of the times when I though my life was tough when clearly others are going through harder and more difficult time than I. I complain ceaselessly, bitch and moan about my so called "tough" life but when in fact other people actually are going through crap every single day. 

I got off the train when I reached my stop, but I could not stop thinking about the girl with the painful eyes. She did not know it, eventhough the girl did not utter a single word to me, she had taught me about life.

C'est La Vie

I think part of my dream has come true:

Working somewhere in the big city, riding the train to and fro from home, surrounded by strangers and dark circles under my eyes. I am an editor at a national television company. I am almost broke but I am excited that I am about to receive my first official pay-check as a working adult. But, I would only have just enough to barely survive for a month. But that's a part as being an adult who comes from an average, low-income family.

I like to think of myself as a young, struggling adult who is about to dive into something un-familiar and challenging, and at the same time loving and living life, and going through 'complex' issues ranging from physical to emotional and even spiritual.

That is life right? It is. It is life copying art. Because you know why? I would put in my earphones and blast music into my ears and imagine I am the main character of a tv series whose life is always very interesting to watch. The interesting part is subjective by the way. 

But seriously, I am about 35% living my dream. The next 65% would require to be in New York, or would require me to publish articles that people, the general people, would actually read and enjoy, and show my credibility as a writer. 

But you cannot have everything in life right? Well, actually, not everyone can have that privilege. I am unfortunately, one of those under-privileged few- depending on how you see my life, and depending on how I myself perceive my life.

Is everything going the way I want it? Quite. But it can be better; it can always be better.


p.s: Growing in every direction (hopefully)

Fashion Categories

Which category do you belong to?

Designer Whores:

Covered from head-to-toe with designer items, these people are the envy of everyone around them for being able to get their hands on designer items. What the items are and how the items look like are secondary; the main focus is that the items are designer-wear and that it is of utmost importance for designer-obsessed stylistas to have them. They are also a walking advert for designers, showcasing the latest trends off the runway.

Brands Victim:

Brand-conscious people are further sub-categorized into two divisions: Ones With Money, and Ones Without. Now, the Ones With Money do not have much trouble in trying to maintain their brand-conscious status quo but the Ones Without have a huge difficulty. The Ones Without love brands, but could not afford most of the brands they love so they will move to the next closest thing, fake items.

Fakers:

These are the ones who sport designer handbags from China, shades from Vietnam and clothes from Thailand. They are people who are desperately trying to climb up the social ladder by showing off things that they cannot possibly own.

Fashion Changer:

Changing the face of the fashion industry, these people have become trend-setters; mixing the old with the new, the rare with the common, a sight for sore eyes for some, genius for some, annoying for some, and just plain artistic for some. They are bringing street style onto a whole different level.

I-Look-Good-In-Anything:

Some people are just gifted in a sense that they could put anything on them and they could still make the entire outfit work. It takes nothing more than just good ol' plain t-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans to make them look good and still you would think that their whole look looks like a million bucks. This is truly a gift.

The Pleasers:

Sight for sore-eyes when you see someone with a varsity jacket or a trench coat walking outside a mall when it is blazing hot. Basically people who are in this category are wearing things that they have at the wrong place, at the wrong time, trying to please the wrong crowd. Fashion is all about being effortlessly cool and chic. Trying too hard to impress spoils the fun.

The Trend-Setters:

Not everyone can become trend-setters. It takes a big deal of courage, creativity (and recycling of ideas) to become a trend setter. The people in this category are the ones who will mold and shape the face of the industry for the next year or so, creating avenues for people to copy paste their ideas so that the trend can become widespread.

The Pre-Historics:

Time seems to go into a warp zone when it comes to their clothing. They cling on to bell-bottom pants, neon-coloured eye shadows and lipsticks and baggy clothes from the 90's because they seem to think that fashion have not budged since their long gone era. Why feel the need to dress up when they have passed their prime time?

p.s: This is sucky. 

A New Chapter.

She was sitting alone on a bench at the park while waiting for the sun to set. The bench was her favorite place to unwind after every shitty day. She would be there waiting for the sun to set even hours before the sun would go down. She loved seeing the people passing through her: old couples reminiscing about younger years, young lovers walking hand in hand, children playing and rolling on the grass, and single people-like her- who were there just to breathe in some fresh air after a hard day's work

People were beginning to leave as the sky got darker. Chattering and laughter were replaced with an eerie sense of calmness and peace. She loved the quietness; part of the reason why she was always at the park at this hour. She was just beginning to appreciate the peace when she heard footsteps coming towards her. She was perplexed that there was someone else at this hour approaching her. Fearing danger, she grabbed a pepper spray and turned around, and she saw him. His smile was recognisable-to her at least- from space. She replied the smile and turned her back against him and placed the pepper spray back into her bag. He came and sat next to her.

"Been here long?" he asked innocently. Oh that smile, God, I wish I could just kiss him there and then she thought to herself. Instead, she replied,

"No, not really."

"So, what are you doing here?" he asked again with a sweet smile that could cause a toothache. His hair was perfect. His eyes were drilling into her soul, causing massive jolts of electricity coursing through her veins.

"Just waiting for the sun to set." She replied him. She was trying to act cool but she felt like she was failing. She felt her cheeks were burning and she could hear her heart beating against her chest. She was trying not to smile but she could not help but smile. "What are YOU doing here?" She asked, nudging him.

"Same as you I guess. Am I intruding your space?" He asked and raised an eyebrow and smiled. Stop being so cute will you Tristan? God! Her thoughts screamed. He turned his gaze towards the horizon, as the sky's colour turned from bright blue to orange.

"No, not really. It's just that, I wasn't expecting anyone to be here, with me, to watch the sun set. I mean, I've always been here alone. Wait, who told you I'd be here?" She asked, now really curious as to whom would have told him of her whereabouts.

He turned towards her and said, "Sarah told me."

"Sarah told you? And why were you looking for me?" She asked him, now even more curious. She looked at him directly into his deep, blue-coloured eyes, almost drowning in them. 

"I just wanted to hangout. I tried calling you but I guess your phone died or something," he said while shrugging his shoulders

She rummaged through her bag to look for her phone. "Ahh shit. I'm sorry. Didn't notice it was dead."

"It's ok. I'm here now. That's all that matters," he said, and smiled. There was an awkward silence between her and him that she did not want to break. It was not a bad awkward silence, it was the nice one-the appropriate one- where you would not break the silence because the last thing said was too beautiful to be let go off too soon. They turned their gaze away from each other and looked at the horizon. Little by little, light was replaced by darkness.

She finally broke the silence.

"I came here today because I am scared of tomorrow. I am scared of facing new things in life. 5 years, and I've gotten so used to everything that I am scared to start anew. It's like, back to A again you know? 5 years of studying in uni and everything will be ending so soon and I don't know where I'm going to go, what I'm going to do. Other people are so sure about their lives, and here I am, little miss clueless. I don't like the unfamiliar. I don't like parting ways- I hate goodbyes. I'm going to miss everything here, even the things I hate. I'm going to miss wasting hours with friends doing nothing productive and just being young. I don't like being an adult. I... I'm scared." 

She did not know why she had told him all those things but she felt like she had to. She was too tired of bottling up her feelings and keeping them for herself. He looked at her calmly and listened intently to what she had said and she felt she was cared for. 

"I know how you feel. There's only one thing I can say to you. The sun sets, and the stars come out and then the sun comes out again. For every ending, there's always a beginning." 

He leaned towards her and kissed her on her lips. She replied his kiss and closed the gap between him and her. Five years of friendship with him and this was the moment she had waited for. He was right. 

For every ending, there is always a new beginning.

p.s: Don't fear the Unknown, embrace it; with courage.

Gone?

I told you I would not forget

our memories together

fresh from my mind

you were holding me in our sleep

entwined- like we would never let go

of each other;

I cannot erase your smile,

or the taste of your lips on mine

-or your soft skin like smooth silk

covering me from harm;

I have given you a piece of me

that I will never get back

though you are gone-

memories of you are here to stay:

torturing me sweetly night and day;

Though you are gone

memories of you are here to stay

accompanying me to sleep becoming

sweet dreams and nightmares

that I have to live with 

- for eternity

p.s: "I'll love you long after you're gone, gone gone.

The End.

Here is a little note,

"I'm sorry, I'm an idiot."

p.s: Everything has its breaking point.

Yours.

There is kindness in your eyes,

and a sense of sweetness when you smile;

they calm me down

like I have been shot by an elephant tranquilizer,

I become extra giddy when you are around.

Your long, skinny arms wrapping themselves around me-

making me feel like,

as if I am home,

- safe and all warm

Your heart is as tall as you are,

as bright as the night sky; when lighted up by stars.

Your stubbornness kills me,

and your sense of logic sometimes too.

Oh, but when you make me happy:

You would lift me up high to the heavens and when

you make me sad,

you would push me deep into the ground,

burying me to the core.

You have no idea how much your smile;

those sparkles in your eyes,

mean to my heart,

and when your eyes sparkle and your lips curve upwards,

mine inadvertently follow suit;

to meet your demands

and to meet my demands.

p.s: The perks, and un-perks, of being loved and in love.

Plans and Lists for the Future.

I want a stable job that I love doing, that I do not regret getting up every morning or going back home late for. I want to be able to go to places that I have always wanted: New York, New Zealand, London, Mecca etc. I want to go to an exotic island and just chill and relax all by myself, play with the waves, and stuff. I want to bungee jump and sky dive and snorkel.

I want to go to poverty stricken countries and make a difference; like giving them books, educate the kids, give them food and water or anything. I want to leave a mark on Earth. I want to be remembered and not just fade into oblivion. 

I need a house for myself. An apartment would be nice- a combination of Monica's apartment from Friends, Hey Arnold's room and the Charmed Ones' front door and the loft of Jess, Nick, Schmidt and Winston. My house will definitely have a reading space with books that I will either finish or spend halfway reading. A nice kitchen like Jamie Oliver's Naked Chef would be perfect. I love that kitchen. It is small but you still can move around and bake and stuff. I would like to have people over sometimes and just spend time with me so I would not feel too lonely. 

I will buy my family our own little place; with a nice porch and lawn and yard where my nieces and I can play ball, a huge kitchen like the one in Chef At Home where my mum and sisters can cook great food, a t.v room where my dad and I can hangout and watch Astro and a game room where my brothers and I can spend time playing FIFA or something. The house will be big where everyone of us can stay together; each of us will have our own spaces for us to rule. 

I want a Range Rover, or a Kelisa. I want a cute and playful cat that will not poop and pee everywhere. I want to be able to buy new clothes and new books every month. I want to be fit and have a body like the guys on my Tumblr. I want to be able to be confident and flirt around like nobody's business. I want to have a fashion blog where I would take pictures of random and stylish people.

I want to be able to afford the life that I want to- that I have been dreaming to have.

p.s: And someone to come home to, everyday. 

p.s.s: Thanks for the inspiration, Ikah. :)

Cloud Atlas.

"Our lives are not our own."

That is one of the many lines in David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas. For those of you who do not know what Cloud Atlas is it is basically a story of how our lives are inter-connected and intertwined with each other, how our actions affect those we come into contact with, present and future. The story is more than just about love, it is about connection beyond that- beyond our understanding and comprehension, beyond our imagination, beyond our mind.

It is true that our lives are not our own. We do not own our own lives. Our lives are shared. We share our lives with people all around us: we breathe the same air, we walk on the same Earth, and we have more things in common with each other more so than we think. We touch other people's lives directly and indirectly, and their effects could last a lifetime- bridging past with the present and future. 

It is amazing how many lives we have touched and we will touch in our lifetime. No matter how much of a hermit you become, you will end up touching someone's life. The biggest proof that our lives do not belong to us is that we will die, and our lives will end. If you believe in religion and God, then that is where our lives will go. If you do not, then your soul will float somewhere and it ends, into oblivion.

We will be infinite and our lives will go on, our legacies, our memories, our effects, they will ripple through time but we will not be there to see them. And during that time, our lives will be past to them, not ours anymore but theirs.

"Our lives are not our own."

p.s: Borrowed.

Clarity.

As I am growing older, I understand now the value of family. I used to think I wanted to get away from them because I just wanted to. But now it is different. All I want to do is be in their loving arms, be a part of them every single day, where I want to be is where they are. How naive and stupid of me to not think my family was not as important as everything else in my life? 

As you grow older, the things that did not matter to you-that were insignificant-will be so profoundly important to you that you will be surprised by their sudden importance, and somehow they evolve from wants to needs and necessities. 

I guess that is life:

When you are younger, you think that family does not matter. That family sucks. Family is a burden. But as you grow older, you will start to realize that there will be no one else as loyal, as loving, as caring, as important as family. 

You will always go back to where you belong; even if it is not in a physical sense, you will experience it emotionally.

p.s: Family is where the heart is, really. 

Water.

I think you are like liquid.

Sometimes you are neutral;

cooling, calm, life-giving.

Sometimes you are bitter;

I feel like spitting you out, but I have to swallow you

-kind of like medicine.

The worst: Sometimes you are acid;

You corrode me

-inside and out;

You inflict pain and leave me scars

-that cannot be healed, forgotten,

even when time passes, 

the reminders of those effects of your acidity 

-stay.

p.s: Sometimes you are the ocean, cool, calm and deep; but deadly as hell. 

Stupid Cupid

I think it is unfortunate that you fell in love with three individuals who did not love you as much as you loved them. It is more unfortunate that the three individuals you were in love with have moved on and are in love with three other individuals while you sit in a corner, waiting for a feedback - a positive feedback - from the one you are currently in love with. There was a time when one of the three individuals did decide to be in love with you, but you turned the individual down and proceeded on to be in love with another individual who in turn was in love with a different individual. This makes up for a perfect, 500 Days of Summer kinda movie, don't you think so? While you wait for the current individual, a soul hopes for your happy ending that you truly deserve, one day.

p.s: Stop being bitter. It leads you to no where. 

February

It is February

- the second month of the year;

Same old story,

fear of things: present and future;

Why am I here?

Gripping tightly on things bound to be lost

- things: will eventually,

become memories so distant in the past

that we thought they were dreams

conceived by the fragile mind,

trying desperately to relive those moments;

past and gone.

p.s: Because life is complex. 

Days and Nights

When the day turns into night,

When I awake from slumber for a new day,

and the cycle goes round

like the Earth orbiting the Sun,

Every passing second,

Brings me closer to you;

Closer to home.

p.s: Like money, love makes our world go round and round, too.

According to Taylor Swift

I should have known better that all men and boys are the same. I should have known better. Shame on me. Shame, on me! What was I thinking dating a guy from across the pond? I thought dating an English boy/man could be the turning point in my dating caree…relationship. I thought that his polish English accent and thick set of hair and impeccable sense of style could last me a lifetime. Heck, no. I write these songs about failed relationships, heartbreaks (and the occasional happy songs about success in love and boys just to go with the flow of the market) hoping that girls don’t follow my lead. You know what, some girls who listen to my tracks probably have a better dating record than I do. Or maybe the girls who have never dated before would steer away from the dating pool like forever after listening to one of my many hit songs about failed relationships, Romeo and Juliet love story and being naïve at the age of 15. Thanks to me. Congrats Taylor, you’ve probably saved a thousand little girls’ hearts from being broken by boys.

I have started to wonder whether the mantra “It’s not you, it’s me,” is a curse against me or something. Maybe it is because I like the number 13, that’s why I’m cursed. I have dated guys ranging from a Jonas, to a werewolf, to a Directioner. I even tried dating a regular guy and that didn’t work. Maybe Kanye cursed me. He’s now happy with the Kardashian lady and they’re expecting a kid. Now where does that leave me? Oh, broken-hearted, beautiful, able to play the guitar and sing, and swimming in my wealth; single.  That’s right. Kanye must’ve put a curse on me the night when he said that Beyonce should win the award and not me. Maybe he and Beyonce put a curse on me! Gasps! OK, now I’m just being paranoid.

Truth of a matter is, maybe I’m not cut out for this love-relationship kinda thing you know? Sure I earn millions, I go all over the world singing my songs, I go to award shows wearing fancy dresses and outfits and I win awards and I have millions and millions of fans, and did I mention I earn millions? Oh yeah, I did. The truth is, I’m still just an ordinary Southern Belle who is still in search of true love and making music about how crappy boys are and how crappy it feels to be out of love. I’m just your average, girl-next-door hoping to make you mine, for more than a year. Marriage is out of the question. If I could secure a guy for more than a year, that would be great! 2013 is going to be the YEAR Taylor gon’ find herself a cowboy and be happy and ride off into the Californian sunset with my millions! 2013 baby! See, 13! My favourite number. You thought Adele was the only one who could get away with naming her albums with numbers? Na-uh. I can too! And I’m whole lot prettier, and smaller, and thinner and I can play the guitar!

Adele has a boyfriend and a baby boy? Screw it! I gonna get myself one. She’s probably writing songs about how happy she is with her new bundle of joy and her boyfriend. Darn, I wonder how writing songs with those feelings feels like. I should give it a try sometimes. But I gotta find me some men/boys first!

The next guy that earns my attention, my radar would definitely have to work and scream “That Guy is Trouble” lest I want to get heartbroken, again.

p.s: I’m not sure if I’m dating boys and failing at them so that I could write new songs, or it’s just me.