I bet coffee is one of the few antidotes that will raise my chatter cells to the highest, really. Lesbian love, we were so random. From Britney talks to hot boys in polo tees. Talking about coffee, I'm a proud regular at Starbucks. And of the staff's reaction towards me the other day ticked me off, "You have to get a drink if you want to sit here. I've been observing you since five mins ago." I felt like ripping her head off.

My days had been awesome, and I couldn't thank God any lesser for that. I'm one happy girl.

And so I went to a shop called Skin at the Heeren. The apparels there are just unbelievable, even the price. From vests, to junk tees and skinny jeans. Very vava-voooom, ok very lame. True Religion; it's the designer brand for jeans. And the thing that almost struck the lightning out of me: The logo.

Look closely. To me it's like a Buddhist monk with excessive fats on his cheeks strumming a guitar. Forgive me, the way I express myself on how it looked like.


To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self. To hope is to risk despair. To love is to risk not being loved in return. The risks involved when one approaches the other, with an emotional attachement. I believe feelings aren't supposed to be logical. It's of danger when a man rationalised his feelings. Right? Just like emotions, they are things that we can't take control of. Period.

As much as an extrovert I am, sometimes I feel hindered about conveying messages that may affect me and even the other person emotionally. I'm honest and rightfully sarcastic; so don't you dare cut my queue when buying bubble tea. A teenager sooner or later will know what is right and wrong (everyone will). But does everyone know when is right or when is wrong? Exactly when do you say the right and wrong things, you'll only know once the reprecussions come in.. Talks of feelings and emotions; I don't know when.