. t r e s .

Live simply.
Give more.
Expect less.

. l i e s .

I don't need food.
I don't need a drink.
I don't need the sticks when I'm stressed.
Naa'aahh.
I sure don't.
I'm perfectly fine.
I'm happy.
#lies

.helloGiggles.

They say "sharing is caring."
In some specific cases, no, I don't want to share.
Call me selfish or whatever, I still wouldn't (knowingly) share my boyfriend.
Or my small piece of kulit KFC O.R. (unless I reaaallly love you).
Or erm, yeah, you get the idea.
BUT.
Yes, there's a but.
I will share with you this.
Just because I do care.
Even when you think I don't.

HELLO GIGGLES

I've been obsessed with hellogiggles.com ever since Zooey Deschanel started tweeting about it.
Yes, I love her.
Yes, I agree that she (as Summer) should be killed.
That's Summer though.
Not Zooey.
Anyways, back to hellogiggles.
It's awesome.
I love it and I want to share it with you so that maybe you could love it too.

Oh, here's my personal favorite: Dear Future Husband

Enjoy darlings xx

How ironic it is that in order for you to gain something, you have to give something up.
As if without sacrificing anything, like a little part of yourself, you would hinder it from being truly meaningful.
If something's really worth having, then it's worth waiting for.
Or fighting for.
You can only hope that you don't sacrifice your whole being in the process.

. s o f t .

I love hibernating.
Being completely engulfed by the softness and comfort of the mattress, the soft quilt, and the awesomeness of feather pillows.
Soft sanctuary.
One of the best feelings ever.
If I could earn money from sleeping, I'd be totally rich.
I kid you not.

.ofSheStays.

So Ne-Yo sings:

She's always considering my feelings
Thinking of me before herself
Most of the time, I'm so damn selfish
I don't even realize she treats me so well

She's so much better than me
I'm so unworthy of her
Why does she stay? Why does she stay? Why?

Simple, dear boy.
She loves you unconditionally.
Sometimes, sadly, more than she loves herself.

. w r o n g .

I thought that after a (long) while, I'd get used to it.
I thought wrong.
I'm PMS-ing.
Rindu.

p/s: Lidia, in my head, we're in bed eating our pint of Ben&Jerry's and crying together. I love you. You'll be okay eventually xx

.ofWorkShit.

You know you're in deep stinking shit when you start getting dreams about work in your sleep.
Please let me have my sanity back.
I believe I am good enough of a person.
Yes, sanity back, please?

p/s: oh crap. Ramadhan. Too much swearing.

. p u a s a .

I often get highly nostalgic during certain times.
Ramadhan is one of those.
So apparently a year went by.
I honestly have no recollection of what went on during that period.
Everything seems to be quite blurry.
Oh well.

Selamat berpuasa.
It's time for a little spiritual redemption.
You be good okay? xx