Staring up at the clean white ceiling, I imagined seeing through it, through the roof, and into the starless dark evening skies. I allowed a million thoughts to run through my mind like a train wreck. If my initial intention was to straighten my thoughts out, what I've done would be the complete opposite.
Curled up on a bed that is not mine, I continued staring straight ahead with my mouth still and slightly agape.
I've always had this uncontrollable habit of sleeping with my mouth open like that. It seems as though my mouth functions as my nose during the night. Wtf.
As I gradually closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, I allowed the feelings in which I've managed to suppress throughout the day to wash over me like a tidal wave. It was overwhelming. I think I've felt about 20 emotions today. Mostly the silly kind of happiness. Then, there's the blue feeling that I can't seem to shake off.
It felt like there's a grey cloud hovering above my head, threatening to rain on my parade. Even though the day has ended, I still feel its presence. The presence of the strange grey cloud, unwelcomed.
I imagined that it would haunt me for a lifetime. Unfortunately, it seems frighteningly possible. I suppose this is my cross to bear.
I woke up, feeling lips as soft as petals pressed against mine. For a split second, all was forgotten and all I felt was sheer bliss instead. It is ironic how the first guy to break my heart would end up being the one to mend it.
You break, you pay? Lol.
I'm sleeping it off tonight to wake up oblivious and ignorant tomorrow.
This is not mine!
I have a suggestion; replace your foundation with tinted moisturizer.
I've stopped using foundation since I got out of college two years ago. I noticed that the tendency to have random break outs decreased after some time of going foundation-free unless under certain circumstances; period, stress or inadequate sleep.
P.S. According to many beauticians, foundation and face powder clog pores, especially face powder, and hence the break outs. All in all, if you 1) don't have a good and effective make up remover or 2) have bad skin, stay away from these two. To acquire good/better skin, it is (apparently) vital to have enough sleep, drink enough water, watch what you eat and protect your skin from the sun, etc. For more information, go Google or consult a beautician. If all else fails, go visit a skin specialist if necessary. I've once heard that Dr. Ting or something is the man to go to for skin problems. Sadly, I don't have the specific information in hand.
Recently, I have purchased a tube of tinted moisturizer from Laura Mercier in Nude and noticed that my skin feels more supple and soft from everyday usage (despite the fact that I sleep late every night).
The downside of this product? It cost me RM149. Sometimes, I hate being vain.
Last Friday night at Barcelona for Ducky's birthday turned out better than (I) expected. Initially, I didn't plan to go because 1) I've been going out every night and so, 2) I thought I should stay at home and please the parents. Much to my surprise, I was permitted to attend the event which was supposed to be at Poppy. Then, the boys changed the venue to Barcelona; they thought Poppy would be full.
Oh, well. At least, it was fun.
And as usual, the girls will always be best friends with the camera.
By midnight, the "main character" fell asleep. Wtf.
And the rest of the boys?
Boys gone wild wtf. At least, they were fun to laugh at. I mean, watch.
By the end of the night, we were all sticky with sweat. Except for Andrene maybe. Thanks to Arwin for literally emptying a bucketful of ice and water on her. Tsk tsk. Not like she did anything to deserve it. Damn putih. But, what to do? Boys will be boys. Wtf.
I think I learnt my lesson. I had less than 5 glasses of alco mixed with coke but managed not to get tipsy. I got quite high, though. Without the help of alco. Phew.
Suddenly, I have a craving for a bottle of Kampai. Wtf.
I know, I know. Tattoos are no big deal. (Almost) Everyone has one.
But, here's one handy advice; don't mess around with permanent tattoos. What rocks your boat today might end up being one of your biggest regrets later in life.
I admit. I'm beginning to regret having my fourth star embedded into my skin. What I haven't quite decided yet is what I'd do about it... considering how I don't sit well with regrets. Worst part is, I've learnt that it's excruciating to laser off tattoos and the procedure might not be completely effective.
Conclusion? Don't play with ink. The price to undo your mistake costs more than pain in your wallet.
Even if you don't intend to remove it, touch-ups at Borneo Ink (the only place I recommend for those who wants to get inked) cost RM300. And that's the minimum price.
Don't even treat getting a tattoo like you're shopping for shoes. Cheaper cost usually means crappy workmanship.
*lifts right leg
:(
P.S. The best person to be is yourself, undisguised and unpretentious. It may take a while for others to realize it but it only takes a second for those who know you well.
