We're tossing pennies, making wishes to make it right

Do I regret saying no?
NO.

It's amazing how much I've changed. I remember when I was a kid, every time my dad would pick a dress and I would absolutely hate it with a burning passion (I don't do pink very well, thank you) and he'd go on and on about how nice I'd look in that dress and everything else. Just to evoke some sense of guilt in me so that I'd give in and get it.

This is the moment where I tell you that I'm falling apart,
and I'm stuck in reverse between the same damn lies.

I know, I give in easily to please people. It's a weakness of mine, I sort of wear it on my sleeve too much, as some of you might have already seen.


It's something I am proud of at times, not most of the times.

I hate to be the one who obliges to requests.

"Do you want this?"
"If you like it, take it"

I don't want something because someone says it looks nice on me.
I don't want something because I am forced into it.

It seems like lately, all I do when I buy something, is to see if I can use it for the future.

Or whether it is something I ought to have at this present moment.

That's exactly how I felt with that necklace.
I didn't want it nor did I need it.

Even if I was not in such a crappy mood, I would have said no as well.

Heck, you wouldn't believe what my dad said after I picked a red handbag which was:
01. multi-functional,
02. nice,
03. affordable,
04. practical, and
05. simple.

He told me "That bag is so cheap and looks so plastic-like. How about this one?".

The bag he showed me was RM300.

Like, hello. I am still in school, I don't own a credit card and I don't really see myself carrying a bag THAT expensive unless I am (a) married or (b) working.

I don't bloody care if it's the Malaysian MegaSales and it's at a slashed price or whatever.
I don't bloody care what people think of me already. I am already in everyone's bad books.
I don't bloody care anymore.


I don't want it.

All I want is to improve my lack of vocab to improve my standing in Facebook's Word Challenge.

Or just let me just listen to MY song and go "Sigh...perfect" at it like a little school girl with a mad crush.


For the people who taught me to scribble lyrics at the footnotes of any notes I take down AND tolerates my random moments of spazzing out when Magic Rainbow comes on the radio.
You two understand me like how a penguin recognises fish.


Currently listening to:
Optimistic to a Fault/Better Never Than Late - David Cook.

Not sure which is the title, apparently it's the latter and if this is on the upcoming album, I will be pleased as punch and vodka. The blog post title comes from a line from the song, by the way.


Hold on, someone wants to say something.


Hi, I am the friendly Scouser, any one of you who has a guy friend who is single and looking...please hook him up with my darling Roxanne.

I cannot take her undying obsession for David Cook and anything associated to him. It kills me slowly.
Oh God, she just spazzed out while listening to Magic Rainbow.

For the sake of my sanity and yours, if you want her to stop talking about him, PLEASE FIND HER SOMEONE TO LOVE AND EVENTUALLY MARRY.

Thank you.



Oh, you bitch. Now you know how I feel when you talk incessantly about Steven Gerrard. Don't listen to her. You know me better.