Hello marshmallow

It occurred to me that people can roughly deduce your state of origin by judging on what plastic bags you have. And I...have watched way too much of The Big Bang Theory for my own good.

For example, if you carry a Pacific Ngiu Kee plastic bag you are from east Malaysia. An Ikea shopping bag suggests that you were in KL. And a Kedai Runcit Al Amin plastic bag tells us you shop in Beaufort. Like who doesn't know that right?

Then again, I remember buying vegetables in Kundasang( a very small town at the foot of Mount Kinabalu) and they put my vegetables in a Walmart bag.

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So now that I'm 22, I will look closer to my... perceived age? (Rather than my actual age). Saves the embarrassment of strangers who think I'm 25 when I am actually just a 3rd year dental student.

Damn I need a boob job.

Nevertheless, I had a great birthday. There was cake, cards, presents and a custom made wallpaper.

And dinner at this beautiful place. I haven't taken a picture of you in a long time =)

let love last.

So I've watched Rebecca Black and hey, she's good to bring up during awkward silences on a date. Talking about the weather is so 2000 and late. Get with the programme!

And so you think after watching RB, Justin Bieber is much better. I can't wait for his movie(though I might have to watch it alone=.=) Andy says it's in 3D, so his hair flip must be to die for. Never say never to anything, not even drugs!

Sujin and I spent 3 hours cleaning up the living room and pantry, and all I have to say is that women, or maybe just us, are hoarders. Because every broken plastic container has feelings. Aww. We threw half the stuff out and recycled them for 6 bucks. That's just cold, i know.

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Going to the SPCA again was therapeutic. The dogs that I saw from my last visit weren't there anymore, they went home.

This golden Cocker Spaniel is 6 years old and his previous owner passed away. It's really a shame I couldn't adopt him. So I gave it a hug instead.

Geez lighten up already.

This is a prairie dog. It isn't actually a dog, it just barks like one. My life is now complete because I've seen an actual one, in a pet store in Penang. I was pretty star struck because it's not often you get to see something on tv in real life. Like Lee Chong Wei or Amy Search.

Jeannette just compared a rodent to the world's number one badminton player.

So there I was, looking through the glass chamber going, WOAH! PRAIRIE DOG!

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It's irritating how easily bothered I get when things go wrong. It's also irritating that everything matters to me.

Life might be easier if I take everything easy, but I guess, it might not be as meaningful.

So thank you, for not giving up on me. I love you for that.

Currently feeling...

blue and tangled.

Maybe I do deserve better.

I have hit an unprecedented new low.

I no longer have an opinion. Or at least one that matters to people.

I keep apologizing and keep getting apologies it's starting to look like Beauty and The Beast II. Makes me think that all I do is a huge mistake.

So is that movie.

We pick up right where we left off

like we never missed a thing.

That's not true now, isn't it?

Every now and then people give me reason to doubt myself. I'd brush it off if I could, but somehow I choose to believe that there's some truth to it. Maybe deep down, I want to believe.

That's when they win, when they unconsciously manage to bring me down.

And that's when I lose, the faith in people that never did disappoint.

All because I choose to remember what hurts the most.

Here's some stuff that REALLY matters.

Facebook really knows how to bring you down sometimes. I felt like a total failure because I've not uploaded any pictures lately (oh her life is not very eventful, hence I WIN!!!).

A lot of people started uploading pictures of what they did for valentine's day. If you celebrated, you uploaded shit. If you didn't, you're either single or just half a pathetic couple.

What is with this constant obsession of telling the world about everything that we do?

Sure events of monumental significance (my graduation, the birth of my bastard child, my new set of jugs) are worth documenting and published on Facebook.

But I don't see how telling the Facebook community how pretty you look with your well angulated self shots 167 times over does anything. I may have mentioned this before but hey, a point needs to be emphasized over a few entries to really hit it.

I wouldn't say I'm not guilty of things like that. At least I don't overdo it. So thank me for not telling you my armpits stink or that my new sanitary pads are REALLY good at absorbing blood.