Yet to process the fact that I'm in my final semester and my thesis ain't gonna finish itself.
Must. get. shit. done.
Meanwhile, check out me and Wiida trying to act cute at a mamak store.
I'm currently listening to Sunny Afternoon by The Kinks which is not at all fitting because outdoors look hazy and rainy. I ran out of money a few days back because I forgot to pay the maintenance fee of my apartment for 2 whole months and my bills were outstanding and I had to make the payments altogether which was super depressing. Bye bye new hair dye. Bye bye new shoes. Bye bye new clothes for new sem. Mirror mirror on the wall who's the brokest bitch of them all? (Click here for answer)
Not everything has been this screwed up however. I've had some fun days and some not so fun days in the past couple of weeks.
There was a free concert on my campus in the first week of March; Reach Out by IM4U. None of my besties were free to go but heck I went alone anyway. WHO MISSES A FREE CONCERT? Disappointed guys, disappointed.
Ultimately I bumped into a dozen of my friends and we danced to Taboo from Black Eyed Peas (Did I mention this was a free concert?) and the beautiful and talented Estelle. The prime minister showed up too, out of absolutely nowhere and fist pumped Chester See (who was so charming and funny btw). You can feel the tension in the crowd because most of them weren't exactly politician fans but then he introduced his youngest son as a DJ and we were dumbfounded because surprisingly DJ Ash was pretty good. WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT THE PRIME MINISTER'S SON WAS ACTUALLY COOL?
We also did a spontaneous Taboo Experience Harlem Shake.
Let's make the transition from good to bad: I MISSED A STATE OF TRANCE AT THE FUTURE MUSIC FESTIVAL!!! As an Armin Van Buuren fan this is unacceptable.
Here's the scenario: A party of more than 25,000 people hosted by the number one DJ in the world and his other DJ acquaintances, less than 50 minute cab ride from home and..
tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa: I missed it.
STANDING FUCKING OVATION!
I had passport trouble at first and I didn't have any other ID to attend the festival but when I finally got some ID, they ran out of tickets. I tried to enter a contest to score a pair of free tickets by tweeting some creative shit but some other dude won (his tweet wasn't even creative but it was his birthday and he mentioned he was a regular customer for the contest runners BLECH UNFAIR!) I ended up watching the show at home through live stream; BETTER VIEW BOO HOO! But next time my friend.. next time!
I even came up with my almost-mid year resolution:
LOL ..someday.. soon. bitchez
Thus, I've been listening to a lot of Trance to make up for my loser status. Cosmic Gate played Be Your Sound feat. Emma Hewitt at ASOT and I kept playing the song on repeat after the show. Nope, still not tired of it. In fact it might just be my favorite song.. ever.
Last night my friend's housemate celebrated his b'day with a jet lag and a convenient store butter cake which was cut using a kulhi kaajaa. I don't know the dude but I got cake so YAY. Besides my friends' friends are my friends.
If I could tell you how reclusive I am in real life you'd be surprised I still smile or tweet something nice to someone each day. I'm not sure how or why I have this problem with being unsociable and so insecure, but it doesn't help when you're bloody isolated with absolutely nothing to do. Wrote about being on my own a few days back, that's great and all and I'm independent but goddammit it's the holidays and I need something to do or I will tear myself apart wit intrusive thoughts of self pity. And the weather is so gloomy with sudden rain almost everyday (fucking Malaysian weather). Watching "Reality Bites" over and over again and eating peanut butter sandwiches the whole day isn't really what I expected my holidays to be like. The best part of my day is when I'm cleaning my room listening to Fleet Foxes and wondering why I still have hair on my head while there's a gazillion strands lying on the floor. Hang out with friends? They are all busy working or in their hometowns and most of my friends are back in Maldives. Well, fuck.
In other news, my little sister started secondary school in Aminiya. Brings back memories from my high school days. I wish I could go and have a reunion with my friends but then again they're scattered all over the globe. Also, I promised to give them back all the videos I took (I was the official videographer or something like that) and I've been running from them because everything is in my external hard disk and I'm not sure if it's even working properly. I guess I'll just sit at home and edit videos to pass time. If I overdose on caffeine, please tell my mom it was totally accidental.
My parents and little sister went back to Maldives. This is my first time being on my own and I've realized living alone is definitely my forte. Of course I miss my family and can't wait to see them again but that's exactly what I wanted. You know what they say, you only miss someone when they've gone. I just wanted some time for myself. I don't really know how to cook or do anything (to be precise). But I like the thrill of actually having something to worry about, to learn; paying the bills, keeping the apartment cleaned, making sure I don't waste too much money. It's a different kind of freedom, the perfect kind of freedom! Hopefully I'll be able to survive until July.
Now, all I need is an adventure. Let me try and convince Wiida for a road trip.
It's annoying how suddenly you get all this yummy food the minute you put your mind into losing weight. I whined about it to my friends and most of them were like "It's good. It makes you happy" and I'm like "..yeah and fat". I cannot afford to be happy about food.
Honestly though, how exactly do you expect me to step away from so many discounts on ice cream? A reasonable person would not. And I have one hell of a sweet tooth. Besides, I've been getting way too much free food from friends and family to resist. My little sister's 14th b'day just happened, the birthday girl got so much chocolate. The thing is, the birthday girl is a skinny food-loathing chick who leaves half of her food unattended while her sister (ME, duh) is quite the opposite. Thus, all that chocolate found a new home in my tummeh. I am so goddamn generous.
Me and Wiida went a littble bit cuckoo the other day after seeing the 30% off on every last day of the month offer at Gelatino. Bubblegum ice cream FTW.
Note: The top right picture is of cupcakes made by my classmate Samantha's boyfriend. I've been looking for a boyfriend who can bake ever since. FYI
Exploring Polyvore while waiting for iftar made me realize I'm into cropped tops and pleated skirts this summer. I wanted to buy flip flops but surprisingly I found out I already have a dozen pairs locked up in my closet, all new and never worn (my mom buys them for me because she hates seeing me wear heels). One thing I know about dressing in summer is that you need to dress extra comfy and ready to sweat out in the sun but still look classy. I suggest wearing soft fabrics and tees. I have this thing where I can only wear clothes if the fabric is soft and not too harsh on my skin. Especially when it's hot and sunny. It doesn't help that I live in a place directly located on the equator. Then again, I'm from a place directly located on the equator so I got no where to run. Summer all year round, unless I travel.
Mulberry Spring/ Summer 2012
Pet Sounds have been very helpful since the holidays started. I've been listening to Jack Johnson too, sort of a summer tradition since my internship at Bandos. I miss Maldives and going to Raalhugandu mid-day every weekend to watch the surfers do their little tricks and turns and sexy hair flips (most Maldivian male surfers have long hair). I miss those sudden mighty waves that crash on the sea wall, the oh-so soothing smell of salt water and enticing breezes while I impatiently wait for my friends to join me stalk the hot beach bods. Good lord, take me there before I write a novel. Anyway, it's the holidays so everything's cool. I can stay up late without having to wake up early for class. There's no better feeling than going to bed late without worrying about setting the damn alarm.