Counting hours

Woah haven't blogged in a month. Been insanely busy with....

- finishing my final presentation.
- finishing and submitting my thesis.
- basically finishing university life (hopefully)
- catching up on lost sleep doing all the above
- catching up with friends
- and packing....

because tonight I'm going back to Malaysia for a bit!!! I'm excited and nervous too. Its been one week since you looked at me 7 months. I hope he we it hasn't changed that much.

Anonymous

Everyday I suppress the urge to talk to you. Because if you had wanted to talk to me, you would have called, bbm-ed, skyped, emailed, snail mailed, came over. But you didn't.

It's only life

With 12 more days til my final crit (as a student), I am still unsurprisingly and characteristically in denial. Ways on how I still managed to put the "pro" in procrastination during my break intervals include:

1. Baking something, anything.
2. Rearranging my wardrobe to tshirts, tanktops, tops I dont wear as much.
3. Daily dose of TV series
4. Perfecting my fishtail braids or ballerina bun.
5. Waiting.
6. Reading the Quran. 
6. Checking twitter every 30 minutes (now that fb is deactivated)
7. Write in this blog.
8. Then visit other people's blogs
9. Annoying Nas in her room (accidentally deleted her assignment this one time)
10. Trips to the pantry every other hour.
11. Looking up recipes for what I have in the pantry after (refer #1).
12. Unnecessary long showers.

Another thing I've noticed: the more busy I am is proportionate to how needy and bitchy I get. Strange, one would think it'd be the other way around. Oh mang. Cant wait for crit to be over, and yet so afraid to face it!

Not over til its over

I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS. I CAN DO THIS.

Telltale signs

I've noticed when I like a boy:

1. I make the effort to put make-up on (by make-up I mean eyeliner, maybe some lipgloss)
2. Yet let him see me without them and my contact lens
3. I don't talk or joke around as much.
4. I let my ego down sometimes to boost his.
5. I won't be able to multitask.
6. I baby/silly talk (which I never do otherwise)
7. I hand make personalized gifts or cards
8. I put on the expensive perfume.

9. I self sabotage the relationship before it can go further.

10. By being my emotional, sensitive self.

The End.

Just go away

Been moving the emo rant from twitter to here. Save the followers from my self pity downward spiral. I can feel it in my heart. In my bones. Call it women's intuition. Or paranoia. But I can feel the distance. And I'm not talking about kilometres.

Last kiss

All that I know is ;

I don't know how to be something you miss.

Keep calm and carry on

During the 3 hours of sleep I had last night, I woke up twice. And both times I felt like crying. Until I eventually got out of bed and decided to snap out of it.

2 more weeks to go. Pull yourself together Reen.

Bitter heart

This is me pulling away. Shutting down.
Walled up.

The other side of crazy

Found this picture I photoshopped years ago in my laptop. I'm a diehard David Archuleta fan, and used to feel he belongs with Jojo. And since The Lake House is one of my favourite movies, I made this poster of them together. Made sense right? Right? Umm yeah I once had to much time on my hands. =.=

The original images I used: