Monday, November 17, 2014

Fool Is Her Name

It was dinner time and she wasn't hungry. So, she decided to take a shower. She removed her makeup and stared at herself in the mirror for awhile. As minutes passed with emptiness in her mind, she realised she needed a towel. She stepped out of her bathroom and headed to her mother's room to fetch herself a fresh towel. Apparently, it wasn't a great time nor a great idea for shower. Timing was rather odd. She walked into her mother's room only to see tears filled in her mother's eyes. It was quite a distance where she stood from her mother. She knew her mother was sad but she didn't want to pry nor be rude as she was in the middle of her mother's conversation with her sister. "I'm here to grab the towel," she said before making her way out of her mother's room. Her mother nodded before the door closed on her. Just when she was about to make her way back to the bathroom, she overheard her mother's cry in her room, "It's okay. I gotta go now. I'll talk to you soon." To end their conversation, her sister assured her that life is hard and it's normal to feel that way. With the wooden door standing in between both daughter and mother, sadness overwhelmed. She then made her way back to the bathroom while sadness clouded above her. Her emptiness was soon like a whirlpool and emotions struck her like hurricane. All she wanted to do at that very time was to hold her mother's hand and look her in the eye and assure her that everything is gonna be alright. But, she was scared and she wasn't sure about 'everything's gonna be alright', so, she drowned herself with her mother's sadness.


It was a beautiful morning. But her mornings are nothing special; they are all the same mundane mornings, she thought. She got dressed for work and had her breakfast. Her mother fetched her to work. While her thought wandered in melancholic air, she decided to start a happy conversation with her mother. She wanted to see her mother's smile and a smile will ease any kind of sadness, she thought. The happy conversation soon turned out to be a twist of character play. It wasn't about her mother anymore. The topic was indeed a happy one but juxtaposed with sadness behind her mother's smile. Her mother beamed in the conversation while her daughter hid her tears behind her feeble smile. Her smile was so weak that she had to hold up her words in order to contain her tears from pouring. She was silent throughout the journey. She knew that her mother loves him very much and she's proud of him. She even supported in his love interest. Essentially, her mother wants the best for him more than her own daughter. As she left her mother's car, she felt nothing but a fool. Funny how she realised that her heart is burning with madness and regret. And, she couldn't be mad at her cos she's not wrong after all. For a fool she is, idiocy and juvenile she lives.

Sunday, October 12, 2014


My highlights for the past 2 hours into October 12th Sunday:

1. New found compulsive read:
2. Brand New Crush: Devendra Banhart
3. Shocking Discovery: Blatant Escort Advertising On The Internet (Dear, police. You're very most welcome.)
4. Catching up Hollywood: New batch of Hollywood celebs leaked photos (Baby V is my ultimate favourite and she makes me wanna hit the gym. Thanks hacker.)
5. Legs I Want: Selena Gomez
6. Emotion: MIXED
7. Food: Sweetened Biscuit aka Hiong Piah (one pc)
8. Drink: Au Naturale - Water
9. Playlist: Devendra Banhart, Elliphant and Banhart D (I JUST LOVE HIM).
10. Ads-I-Can't-Avoid: Cornetto Red Velvet (indifferent), Mango on Spotify (POINTLESS), malaysia escort ads (WTF!)

As much as i would like to elaborate all of them but i think my pointers should suffice for now. There is just too many to dab on and i have only thirty minutes to hang around the internet before my face starts to scream. But hey! At least i posted something here and yes, this blog is not dead. Well, i guess i can sign off now. Good night and Happy Sunday!


Wednesday, August 27, 2014


My current obsession with layerings and loose silhouettes. Hailing all the way from my favourite place, Bangkok.