In a distance so close it made me feel strangely comfortable,

In a moment of nothing but bliss, I looked into your eyes,

I noticed how often they change colour in different lights,

I also noticed how bad I wanted you, but couldn’t have you.


That accidental brush against my shoulder, it stirs me inside,

All that hoping and wishing, it drives me crazy inside,

Sometimes it’s easier not to look your way, for it breaks my heart inside,

That’s how I feel, that’s exactly how I feel inside.


Starbucks + a weird story about skim milk


I normally walk past Starbucks conspicuously in slow motion, take 5 steps back, then finally decide to enter. It’s usually a green tea latte or a white chocolate mocha (yes, they are coffee to me). Usually I go with skim milk, when I remember that is, and definitely no whipped cream. I figured 5 seconds of heaven in return for 15 minutes on the treadmill at the gym? No thanks. I have too much junk in my trunk. Or maybe whipped cream just isn’t my thing. A sprinkle of cinnamon over my coffee always gives the finishing touch. And as for skim milk (or skimmed milk as they call it in the UK and Canada), I have a funny story that goes along with that. When I was 11ish (I really can’t remember, so I’m just going with that), my mum decided to replace the full cream milk we always had with skim milk (and only skim milk) because a friend of hers who was also a mum had done so. No semi-skim milk, no low-fat milk with added calcium and vitamin D, just skim milk. As I didn’t really have enough dough to pay for the groceries at the time, I guess I just went with it. So over time, I just got used to it. Then one day in high school, I had a full glass of full cream milk, and I remember telling myself, “It’s so…creamy”. I wasn’t used to it, what can I say?

Every time they ask for my name at Starbucks, I always have this same thought, “Quick, make up a name” before automatically surrendering and giving my real name. I’ve had a few friends in the past who always give a different name. They would always say it with confidence and as if it was nothing. Their actual names were supposedly “too difficult”, so for every visit they made to Starbucks I guess they sort of created a new identity for themselves. “Hi, I’m Superman today, but normally I’m Clark Kent. Hold my glasses while I casually rip open by buttoned-up collared shirt will you.” One of them who was Indian always gave the name Raj (you know like that guy who’s scared of girls on Big Bang Theory), the other one always gave the name TJ, despite his initials being TT. I guess that would be weird if he actually said, “Call me TT.” Not that anyone says that while they are in line at Starbucks, but hey, who knows. Anything is possible.

Yours truly,

from a 21-year old girl who likes Starbucks (except for when there’s a long wait or they don’t make it nice).

Morning chaos + a new scent

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You wake up, you have coffee, and you look yourself in the mirror and say, “Oh my God, I have 5 minutes left!” So you frantically do your make-up, pack your bag and do your little ‘jeans dance’ to fit into your favourite baby blue skinny jeans. And my final step, is a spritz of my currently favourite perfume before I run out the door. That’s my typical morning for you.

On my way to uni, I took a little ‘detour’ and went to Priceline, near Central Station. I couldn’t help but notice the 40% off all perfumes sale sign (written in bold, might I add), which led me to purchase Rogue by Rihanna for a measly $23.99 (win!). Now, I’m not a crazy, obsessed Rihanna fan girl (note: I’m more of a Beyonce I’m-so-fierce fan girl. By the way, I can’t believe I’ll be in the moshpit singing along to her tunes this Friday for her Carter Show World Tour in Sydney). rogue 1However, Rihanna’s fourth fragrance for women, Rogue, is an absolute winner! According to Rihanna,  “People are always changing and evolving and with Rogue I wanted to switch it up to reflect who I am today.I made it for all women, for every mood, because we all want to project our true selves.” Now, this fragrance is announced to be flirtatious and sensual. I’m not sure if I’m either, however, I do like the sultry and adventurous edge it brings about, while at the same time radiating a sweet and feminine facade.

Rogue contains accords of lemon blossom, cyclamen, jasmine, rose, plum and suede over a base of musk, woods, patchouli, vanilla and amber. The fragrance is available as Eau de Parfum in three sizes: 30, 75 and 125 mL. I normally purchase 30 mL perfumes because they are easy to carry in a purse or bag. Secondly, I find that by the time I reach half way of a 50 ml or more bottle of perfume, I’m usually over it, and looking for another sweet scent to spray all over. In summary, Rogue by Rihanna is a light fresh fragrance that makes it seem like you had one whole hour to prep in the morning. A whiff of this gives the impression that you just came out of the shower smelling like lemon blossum and vanilla.

Your’s truly,

from a 21-year-old girl who has 21 bottles of various perfumes on her dresser and still can’t get enough! You only live once after all.

A Day With You

I love your name, I love your smile,

I simply love the way you are,

I can’t stare at you for too long because I’d probably fall into deep,

You speak with such softness, which makes me want to melt,

I think if we spent a day together, we’d eat McDonald’s soft serves all day,

We’d laugh as though we always knew each other, we may just even dance,

In the moonlight, you’d twirl me around,

My laughter nonchalantly chasing the wind,

It’s soft and gentle, and for the first time in a long time,

I feel at peace with myself.



I felt like I needed to breathe. You know just take in the air and feel carefree, even if it’s just for a few minutes. Just to clear your mind. Just to give you a moment of serenity. Peace of mind. Bliss. And I did just that today on my lunch break. And now I feel so blessed and grateful for everything I have. Ready to get on with my day. Ready to smile again.