smells

okay so it's been ages since i posted anything on this site, but in my defence i've been busy... doing stuff.

have you guys ever noticed how a smell can take you back to a place or a memory so easily. Yep smells, that's what brought me back to my blog. But it's amazing, i mean i walk down the steps from Queen's park hotel into the actual park and i remember my uncle's house, i smell the tissue paper my mum recently bought in Tesco and remember my grandma's house, mosquito repellant reminds me of residentials, Impulse deoderant reminds me of being in year 5 (when it was "oh so cool")

okay so it's a strange topic, but it's just a thought. well okay, one of my very weird thoughts..

unfairness

my cousin just came home. grabbed a vodka bottle. informed everyone that he was getting back at 2 am. then promptly left.
and no one objected.
unfairness.
but i guess he IS slightly older.


only i can't even imagine myself in a couple of years from now doing the same thing. *sigh*

my extensive dieting routine

This whole diet thing is not working.
So far I have eaten:

Breakfast
More Breakfast (around an hour later)
Lunch (Kebab wrap... yes with a lot of mayonaise in it)
+ 3 donuts (wait, CHOCOLATE glazed donuts- yes, i know extra calories..)
1 slice of cake
5 satay sticks
Dinner
jelly

I can't help it though, i like food too much.
Ugh, i will try harder to restrict myself tomorrow..

segregation

i get the need for separate male and female toilets.
i understand the need for separate guy and girl bedrooms.
I know that when you wash laundry you have to separate the whites from the colours.
i mean that's only logical.
What i CAN'T comprehend is the need for separate male and female laundry baskets, appropriately one blue and one pink.
I kid you not.
In Indonesia, well in my family anyway, i have been informed to drop my laundry in the pink basket as, yep that's right, male and female laundry is not done together.

prom

okay so my birthday came and went, and its actually been a long time since i wrote anything. okay i'll be honest, i completely forgot about this site (until vish reminded me i gess). been hectic the past few weeks, and no not in the good way- workwise.
but end of year's coming, so's prom even though it seems ages away.. can't wait tho!! there was a lot of indecisive debate on whether or not i should go, but now i'm going.. damn i'm excited. i guess its just a girlie thing

Dogs

ever had to be in a bus with 4 little kids who sceram at each other and hysterically laugh constantly despite the confined space between them? now imagine this to and from school. yeah it sorta sucks. especially if one of them is a year 4 guy who finds great fun in describing sex scenes-- i do not want to think about how he's gonna be like if he grows a little older and starts getting the hormones of a teenager.
But from now on i have successfully named them after dogs: scruff, bark, woof and fluffy. the whole point of calling them dogs is to put them down, but the weird thing is the accept the names...hmm. gess wat i'm called? princess saskia (and soemtimes even princess sexy by the girl called fluffy) i mean how cool is that? i'm royalty and they're dogs.
still doesn't make up for the fact that now i can NEVER sleep on the bus again.

imagination

i always though it was an infinite source. but what i came to realise last night is that imagination in reality is finite, limited by our knowledge and understanding. For instance can you imagine a colour that doesn't exist in the spectrum?