Walked around with Sihan after contemp class today because I had to get shoes for work. Saw these pretty babies instead. (And on discount too!)
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Pink . . . it was love at first sight
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It was a “let me try!” followed by a “now I have no choice but to get it!” moment. So now I have a little less in the bank and still no proper footwear for work. But all is good because my feet are clad in 3 inches of baby pink goodness.
I’m having a _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ moment (Liza will know who I’m talking about).
Its probably just PMS. Best excuse given to women to throw hissy fits for a few days each month.
For absolutely no valid reason, I feel down. I just got the kind of job I’ve wanted all along, it is all of fifteen minutes away from home, my knee is better, I can dance, I’m meeting new people, I have nice parents who don’t bug me, I just ate ten vanilla cream puffs with sugar topping, my boss bought me roasted chicken, the guests came early so I didn’t have to check anyone in, its all done, they’re all settled in and snug in bed and my hair is behaving.
But I feel so miserable!
Oh woe is me.
Or not.
It is mostly inexcusable, a little bit of being scared about stepping out into the big, bad working world and not wanting to leave the cosy shell I’ve hidden in for the past year.
I’ve been feeling like crying the past few days. I am aware how silly I sound, how juvenile and very “meh” it all is. But just let me hang up my big girl panties for until Monday morning comes around, and till then, I’ll let me feel sorry for myself for no reason at all =p
If you really loved something, you wouldn’t just do it for free, you would pay to be able to do it. If its true what you spoke of passion and needs, you would fight. Dependency means surrender means compromise. There shouldn’t be a discount on something you love, should there?
So never say you have nowhere to go.
There are always choices for those who keep their eyes and hearts open.
Pompous, over-expressed love makes me shudder. Realistic declarations melt me. (Plus, who knew Markie had such a wonderful song?)
Yes, I am strange. This made me tear.
*coughsappyweepygirlcough*
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I’ll be the one who brings you coffee when you can’t get up
I’ll be the one who turns the light out when you go to sleep
I’ll be the one who turns your stomach into something else and you say
Shut up, shut up, every time I say
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I’ll be the one who takes your coat off, one to take the blame
I’ll be the one you call your lover, every now and then
You’ll be the one who keeps me sober, one to keep me sane and you say
Shut up, shut up, every time I say it
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And I’d cut my fingers to the bone,
And I’d split my sides in for you
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Tonight, we throw ourselves away
And we make it every time
When I thought I was ok
You said I was alright
As the night comes crashing down
We catch ourselves a line
Yeah we’re only makin’ out
If we make it out alright
I’m loving the blings on the side. A little sayang to wear for dance though. Too pretty!
Me-Time plus splurging stocking up. Sipped honey milk tea and strolled around looking for good bargains. I like shopping alone because I am fickle. So if its just myself and I, there isn’t any worry of anyone else getting frustrated. I can walk into any shop I please, take as much time as I want and buy anything I, not someone else, think is nice.
The knee has been making progress! Slightly less wonky now. Creaks at rare times and if you’re lucky, you might even get to hear it pop =p
So I am swooping in and taking advantage by going for classes again. Taking it slow for now but even then my heart is doing happy skips with the promise that soon, Insyaallah, I can trot my healthy knees to class every other day.
