The speakers are vibrating with indie music (i can't get enough of this sighs I just downloaded the whole 500 Days of Summer soundtrack oh hello again Feist) on this lazy Monday evening and I'm still adorned in my smelly pajamas from the night before. My unwashed hair is protesting by sticking its ends out from all sides while my glasses slip down my oily nose. I'm such a sight right now my OCD self would stab me in the eye (or more like both to make it balanced and OCD approved). The bowl that contained my happy brunch of crunchy oats still rests in the sink. Limewire's informing me that Sia's music has been successfully downloaded. Life is good.

Before I can even get a job, I had to go and lose my phone. for the third freaking fucking time. First it was in college (fucker better be dead and burning in hell by now), then it happened again in putrajaya (my wishes for this person is by no means any less than the one before, if not worse), and now, 1U. 1U!! My home away from home. My oasis. My abode =( =( =( Goodbye SE K530i. it was a great year and a half with you. sniff.

so i mopped the house today under mom's requirements so stringent that it caused grieve. ok i lied, on the grievous part, not the mopping. because i do know how to carry out mopping-esque actions. DOUBTERS, GO AWAY. sigh. i really need to find a job don't i. i had my hair cut, again. the guy at the saloon asked me why the sudden drastic change, I just shrugged in answer. i was never one to have long sweeping hair anyway judging by all the incomplete attempts at keeping it long. besides, it's just hair. it'll grow back, if i let it of course. =)

me thinks it's the hormones that flicked on the agitation switch which of course resulted in irrational demands and spiteful remarks towards the receiving party. But of course the hormones were minding their own hormonal business, til it got agitated, by the aforementioned receiving party. so really, the hormones can't be blamed.

i have to sleep now.
STOMP STOMP STOMP RAWR SMASH.
Warorot Market better not disappoint.
STOMP STOMP STOMP RAWR SMASH.

So I've gain a bulk and a half. So my skinnys are becoming slightly too snug. So my uncle couldn't recognize me. So my weighing scale creaks in pain whenever I step on it. So what right. It still did not stop me from going on a 12 hour food rampage that saw me munching from BP all the way to Tanjung Bunga. nomnomnom. kill me KILL ME NOW. I still want to go Tenji. HOW.





On another note, I miss London.



I really do.


A must in Harrods' loo.



Sob.

I am left with just over 10 days here in Liverpool. And the sad thing is I won't have the chance to run out and truly immerse myself in the sights sounds and smells of the city because I have to be hunched here in front of Crappie Lappie, trying to get my bulk of assignments done. Sigh. I am going to miss the capricious weather and its over enthusiastic winds, cheap fresh peaches, blueberries, strawberries, the shops on the way back (H&M and Urban Outfitters should get their asses to dear ol malaysia), the fashion and crazy people on the streets (ladies with hair curlers still intact), buskers with their bored droopy dogs, FOX, oil-soaked fish and chips, muller yogurt omg, second hand stores, hearing the word fuck on TV, the tiny daisies and carpet grasses...sigh ok I shall go cry in a corner now byebye.

In less than a month, I will have to give up all my student perks. No more consession tickets (till I'm a senior citizen but i shall not go there), student packages, Student Lockdown (Topshop!). Student Meals. NOTHING! STUDENT PRICES NO MORE WTF.

I don't want to grow up.




Shut up.