cupcakes rules! i’m missing the terrific, gooey, milky, soft and buttery taste of cupcakes the moment i see these pictures! ha! and those these cupcakes just make you smile? i swear, i will never get sick of them! ;)

i just woke up after dreaming of eating at a shop that has the concept of Yakun - except you can choose to opt for hash browns with maple syrup, sausages and other yummy stuff, well what a pointless dream! i guess i must be missing Mac’s breakfast more than i thought, heh. anyway, i should REALLY get back to start today’s revision - the last day to study till the paper tomorrow! - gasps - this is really making me panic and jumpy. ha, this will serve me right!

one thing i must do after the term-tests: tweeze my eyebrows. i shudder everytime i look at my reflection in the mirror.

horrifying!

okay, i better go check my gmails, eat the maggie mee breakfast and lock myself up in the bedroom :) good luck to me whoever reading this!

you know what now, i’m trying to write, i’m really trying to write. i’m trying to put my feelings into this words, simply, but a thing called writer’s block is getting onto me. i’m supposed to be writing flowy words, telling stories out of my head, my heart, and hammer them into words with this surge of power. but nah, nothing comes to my head, it’s empty, blank, nada. i want to find my tweety spectacles cloth and wipe these debris off the lenses. it’s so hard to see, i cant even see what i’m typing clearly. suddenly, these words that i’m typing right now just keep punching on and on by my clumsy fingers. god, i dont even know just whatever am i typing right now?

i think life is full of mystery. under the fancy exterior, for the moment, you just want to go out and have fun, and enjoy life to the fullest. dates, partying, endless photos-snapping sessions, falling in love, shopping, etc, to be like others. then when some tragedy strucks you unknown, you will fall back and think about those partying/having fun days - did they used to exist? how can you ever enjoy yourself so much once? how can you be so selfish while others suffered silently? how could you how could you? do you even deserve to be happy? the tragedy seem to have struck a chord in you, break it and left in un-mend. that’s how i feel. unspoken words, unspoken feelings. they’re priceless. but of course, i will never know. and you’ll never hear me say them.

i think influence is a real scary thing. whatever people say, be it true or not, you will believe. though suspicious, though something’s nagging at you, you will still believe 80%. once others started tapping words or gossips about others into your head, your mind will drink it in, going ‘oh i didnt know she/he’s like that! how could she/he?! now i know.’ people wont stop to think if they should judge it for themselves or not. they let others do the judging and go along with them. and even if you realize that the facts actually werent like that, part of you will still think, ‘they say she/he is like that. maybe she/he really is..’

that’s how scary influence can get. and shameful to say, i often get trapped like that.

but that’s really a habit hard to kick, like a drug.

do you get influence easily too?