i've dicking around for the last 8 hours, i feel like i'm gurgling on my own flesh and i keep trying to cough it out, my hair smells like a week old stale crackers even though i washed it yesterday.

i realized that i love looking at thrifted things on blogs, because it's just like rom coms: you know you can never have the exactly same thing, but it give you hope that you'll find your own that's more awesome because you found it.

too sentimental? i think so.

http://garypeppervintage.blogspot.com/

another blog that i stalk that i do not hesitate in admitting. whoa, all her pictures are... perfect.

small joys in life. taking a hot shower and deciding to go to bed instead of reading as you should be.

trivia night tomorrow, yay! i hope we get to play.

my shoulders bear the lives that were lived, the lives that are being lived, and lives that are to be lived.

... wonderful long weekend. after a tiring week, we celebrated our belated valentine's Friday together. With gifts of food for eachother and other joys. went to Biagio for dinner, a drink at pravda and homebound for more treats (macarons, egg tarts, fruits and more). watched the vow the next day and went thrifting with ingie (i went a little crazy and came back with a bag full of clothes! thank god they were having a 50% off sale). Another lovely dinner made by ingie (she has magic hands, whatever she makes is delicious) which resulted in all of us being in a food coma. Dolled up and headed to courthouse for adrie's b day, followed by a midnight food run to the owl. a korean feast for three at three in the morning? Awesome sauce.

then me and the lover slept and slept and slept. we only woke up to eat and cuddle.

it's Valentine's day everyday.

in the 10th hour of procrastination...

... i began what i was supposed to be doing.

now i'm sleepy, my brain isn't all that keen in being creative or engaging in concepts with complexity.

aaand, i fail at life.