Addiction

You know that rush of adrenaline you get when you know your time is about to end and there is nothing you can do to stop it but embrace a tragic and gore death? Like an episode straight out of Saw where no matter what the guy does, he will always end up a bloody end. I am not sure if it describes my situation, but it is similar (somehow, in this twisted head of mine) to the feeling I get when I am flat broke and still manage to get myself a pair of shoes. It is as if I thrive on the rush of living on a 5 ringgit a week budget. Yes you heard read me right. FIVE. 

To be fair, I have been looking for a pair of ankle boots for a while now, so you could imagine how excited I was when I found a pair that was in my size and wasn't sold in Gap Kids. 

I know, I know. It's 100 degrees in Malaysia and only superficial eejits would be dumb enough to parade around in footwear like these....but you'll be surprise at how many eejits there are out there...and my motto is;

If you can't beat em' Join em'.

And you would think with only 5 ringgit to spare, I would lose the extra kgs and look emancipated by now. No sirrreeee... because my life only revolves around my sad budget, I have to put my gym sessions on hold.   

God knows why even when taking pictures, I can never stay still and my head is always crooked. It is as if I have ADD and can't seem to pose long enough for the 5 sec timer to go off. Oh wait. I do. 

Oh look.. rain. weeeee...

BITE ME

I love how gorgeous the background looks despite looking like crap after 8 hours of working in sky high heels. I would blame my lack in the height department (as the root of all my problems, really).
Will probably be on hiatus from now on since I have tons of things to do.
Adios muchachos.
BITE ME

If you ask me, I would agree on a couple of stereotypes out there about Asians. 

One of the many being our love for rice and money. 

But the number 1 most undeniable stereotype of them all?

Our adulation towards karaoke.

Case in point,

 

So what if class starts at 9?

Fuck that I am going to sing my heart out for 3 hours.

And I can... cuz I'm asian.

BITE ME

Going through old pictures I realized I made some pretty bad choices over the past years in terms of my appearance. Like dying my hair blonde or ever thinking I could pull off a tube top with ginormous honkers without looking like a Thai prostitute (back then I was a little thick).

One of the reasons why I love going down memory lane is for the good laughs. 

Plus it also makes me realize what a better version I am of myself today.

BITE ME