*insert sparkly flowers*

So despite some major bumps in the road, I'm still really grateful and happy to have such tremendous support from the loving le petit ami!

Thank you, dear, for a wonderful six months! ^^

Made good use of Groupon because we're cheap college students like that and the food was surprisingly good! As well as Manhattan Fish Market holds quite a special meaning to us. C:

Another Groupon deal (this is becoming a Groupon post lol) in which we spent about an hour laughing at our own brilliant fail and general confusion.

I don't want to make this post too long and full of mushy nonsense, but thank you so much for everything. I wish we don't fall into the usual relationship pitfalls, but here's to wishing that even if we argue or that if bad feelings arise or if anything happens- we'd still be there for each other at the end of the day. :)

Love you!

Sleepless Night. Again.

Just what I need. A good dose of drama before Animax Carnival. It's a good thing I'll be dead tomorrow to fit being dead and all.

Haha.

I don't fucking know how to deal with this. I follow my will and get scolded, I don't follow my will and get told off, I do nothing and get kicked around.

Guys. GUYS. PLEASE. JUST STOP.

It's good to know that you know I'm not who I seem to be, in all honestly it relieves me somewhat because finally I understand all the accusations and sharp poisoned words. Then I am obliged to get angry because that's how you think of me: as if I'm low and shallow and falling. As if I need saving.

I could possibly be falling and not even know it.

I am torn. Stuck between a rock and a hard place. Out of the fire and into the frying pan. A pinch of pepper in a mouth of chili. It's not like I don't trust and respect you. I do. But sometimes I want to walk my own ways, not the way you show me. Sure it'll be difficult and I'll probably fall and scrape my knees. But is that not how you find the most beautiful of things? That is because they're not found by the roadside?

Opposing arguments and never a neutral compromise. I don't like this any more than you do.

Pipit Zakka + Make A Notebook

So I decided I've had enough of my fabulously dramatic posts recently that are much too emotional. Instead we shall do with something nicer.

Like cute handmade stuff. I've always liked cute handmade stuff and today my sister brought me to Pipit Zakka in Cheras for a peek, since they have a handmade notebook exhibition as well.

The place was really nice and soothing. A little cramped, since there were quite a lot of people that turned up, but it was a generally nice atmosphere, occasionally punctuated by the smell of bacon. Mmm bacon. It was quite delicious, I think I shall make my own sandwiches to uni now. I'm quite sick of campus food right now.

I don't have much pictures, but we did buy a lot of stuff. xD Both my sister and I are suckers for cute things. Surprisingly, things weren't as pricey as we expected handmade things to be! (Or else maybe we're just more lenient with our money in this aspect...?)

Just a few pictures of what we got!

My sister bought me this wonderful charm bracelet! :) Animal themes for the win!

Matching phone plugs for le petit ami and I ♥

Such a cute sketch book!!! I feel so inspired just looking at the cover itself!

Vanille and the absolutely gorgeous cat notebook my sister got! ^0^

Look at the amazing detail that went into this notebook! x)

A caricature in a refreshingly great style, so good!

Although there actually wasn't really much to look at, it's a great place to go when some days you're just sick of city life and you crave for something pretty. It's great to just sit back and enjoy life. Who knows, maybe you'd be inspired to beautify your life and change some things? :)

Pipit Zakka's info can be found here.

Trees or Forests

I've been thinking so much about relationships I've hit a dead end because I've gone so deep into the forest I can't see the trees.

Sometimes I just want to rage quit everything. I know ultimately it is my life and I should live it the way I want to. That I want to love and be loved and enjoy my youth and count stars and stare into the sun, just for kicks. That I want to sip on warm cups of coffee and cuddle of soft couches and a book in hand and the smell of lasagne cooking in the oven.

But even to my childish self I know it's not possible. Then I start to ask myself why. Why is it that I am so bitter without having yet reached the age of 20? Why is it that I doubt myself before I even start? Why is it that I can only cry thinking about the future, and not plaster on a stupid grin on my face like people my age should?

Can't I have dreams too? Why must you poison them? I dream of a life not unlike the one you've dreamed before. And I feel sorrow for you. But don't poison my dreams. Not yet.

Maybe in ten years I will be as bitter as you will be. But I won't let that happen to me. Because I have you to learn from, and that's the important part.

Leave me to live my own life.