Romola Garai, better than you. Always.

My perfect acting queen. She is full of talent that can't be contained in this universe. All of the awards. Always.

Impulse buyer? I hope not.

I bought two bags for my university life.

It seems fair since I bought two bags for my college life

Always wanted one ever since I catched a glimpse of a girl in a maxi pleated skirt paired with a navajo tank top holding a map print bucket bag on the public bus. Ah, I wish I could channel her effortless yet classy style. But I always just come across as effortless. With a side dish of messiness. Period.

(p/s; bought two of a similar design cause I wasn't sure of the size. That's acceptable, right?)

I am nothing with you.

So...

I guess I'm blogging again?

A lot of things have changed. Like...

I can drive now --------------

And I have a double chin.

(Not all change is good, but hopefully its for the better)

This has been a post of realisations.

I've just realised how absolutely ridiculous of me to say that I discovered fashion in my previous post because seriously, if it's one thing I discover, its blogshops and how addictive they can be. But certainly not fashion. I have come to the conclusion that I don't speak fashion, I just like pretty stuffs. Also, looking back on my prom pictures and realising that I look like a drag queen. Mai goodness.

On another note, I've just recently realised that the 28th is on a Wednesday, which is a weekday!! So there goes my hope of having my friends send me off to the airport. Oh, well.

I need to lose weight. I'd be a millionaire right now if someone gave me a penny for everytime they say I've gained weight.

And I need to see the dentist. And buy some cosmetics cause my father says my face is too bland and you know there's something wrong when your FATHER says that to you.

I am a lazy arse in general so really what else do you expect?

To end this, I'd like to say that no human being is a 100% of something. Human beings are complex. You certainly have no right to decide if they are worthy or unworthy. No one has the right. And just because I'm not on scholar doesn't mean I don't deserve to pursue my dream. And being looked-down at. I'm using the money for education and that's a pretty noble way of spending your money, don't you think?

And for god sake. Seriously. I don't want to know your doubts about my ability to handle my choice of career. If you are keen on being negative, then I'm keen on not continuing our friendship. Please. At least acquire some faith in humanity in that judgemental mind of yours.

Lights Will Guide You Home.

While most of you are probably having the supposedly time of your life reminiscing back the year, I proudly am updating my blog because this is no New Year Resolution but a determination.

I am spending NYE by watching Youtube videos of Garrett Hedlund and Leighton Meester because they are adorable together and should date each other, marry and have kids in no particular order, waiting for Troy to load so that I can watch Garrett,again, but this time in tights and eating three tubs of BR. Oh, the joy of the 31st discount.

Also, I have nothing to reminisce about. What is there of 2010 besides months of lazing around and nights of last minute studies? NOTHING. Nothing epic happened to me in 2010, or if I'm being completely honest, ever actually happened to me in my whole 16 years and 6 months (precisely) of life. Well, except for 2009, in which I handled a book blog, talked to authors, received free books, and got paid for advertising. HO YEAH BITCHESSSS.

One memorable thing in 2010 though was that I discovered FASHION. I mean, sure, I've always been aware of fashion. Its really hard not to when the wardrobe next to yours is vomiting clothes all the freaking time that sometimes left me paranoid, wondering of the existence of a population of the gruesome clothes bugs (Okay, I just made that up but its pretty believable,right?)

Fashion has never been a foreign subject to me but more of the subject that I love when I finally understand it but never actually got around to pass (I'm looking at you, Add Math). And while we're at this, lets just say I haven't really passed yet.

I can't put my finger into when and why I actually started to pay attention to fashion but its probably at the time I was avoiding studying. Ugh, just the thought of it. UGH UGH UGH. I FEEL SUICIDAL.

Then, I discovered the magical wonderland of BLOGSHOOOOOOOOOOOPSSSSSSS. Of course, I've heard of blogshops before, my sister has tons of blogshops business cards lying all over the room. But I have never actually realised how addictive they are. The idea of it is so appealing, especially to someone like me who despises going to shopping malls, browsing through stores, and trying on clothes that probably won't fit you anyway. HATE IT. Really. I've only been shopping two times this year. Once for Raya and another for Prom.

Speaking of which, I also don't think make up is that bad. Although I did look more like a cross dresser than the look I was going for at prom. But then again, what was I expecting? Especially being around all you beautiful petite skinny whores. Give this big-boned girl a break, will ya?

ANYWAY, Blogshops are heaven. Blogshopping is one of the things I do best.

HOWEVER, there is one sad thing that I am truly devastated about. THE FACT THAT SIZE 9/40 IS NOT AVAILABLE AND EVEN WHEN THEY ARE, THE PRICE IS MORE EXPENSIVE AND ITS NOT EVEN PRETTY. What sort of prejudice do you have against size 9 feets? Really. Really. WHAT? Don't you know that a model's average feet size is 9? Don't you want a model to be buying shoes from your shop? DON'T YOU WANT THAT?! WHATTTT IS WRONG WITH YOUUU?

^Shoes that have left me with a hole in my heart.

I have found my perfect bag, which is really the toughest thing for me because I am so picky and thus is why I have never bought a bag myself. Now, though, I AM TORN BETWEEN THREE BAGS. Irony, aint it?

BAG 1- RM42 BAG 2- RM42 BAG 3- RM49

WHICH ONE, WHICH ONE? DECISIONS DECISIONS.

I am nowhere near as to a fashion extraordinaire but I know enough to spot which runway did Kate Bosworth dress that she wore to the FGI Night Of Stars came from. PROUD OF MYSELF. HELL YEAHHHH.

If you see me, I may look drabby because I am just a stubborn bastard myself, like Gaga and refuse to dress up prettily.

So, don't judge someone for the way they dress, judge them for the reason they dress.

With that, I shall end this post that is taking way too much of my time. Blogging sucks time. It is true.