Showing posts from August, 2014

Happy Birthday, Me!

I'm 25! Ha, what a milestone. Bloody hell

10 Almost-Materialistic Things I Want For My Birthday This Year*

1. Twists and Turns, by Matthew Mitcham

2. Someone to teach me how to play the guitar

3. A job at the library, or a bookstore

4. Better internet connection

5. Bastille's All This Bad Blood CD

6. This Esquire book.

7. Money

8. One Tree Hill Season 1 till 9 on DVD

9. A credit card I don't have to pay for

10. Tom Daley**

* almost-materialistic, because not everything on this list is simply about having them (as per this definition). Some I do think would inspire me to not being depressed and sad all the time.
** optional, but highly appreciated. A shoutout would be sufficient.

7 Books I Would Love To Own For Now

1. The Mousetrap, Agatha Christie

2. Twists and Turns, Matthew Mitcham

3. Adulting, Kelly Williams Brown

4. Captain America: The First Avenger Screenplay, Christoper Markus

5. How to be Interesting, Jessica Hagy

6. Speak, Laurie Halse Anderson

7. Dr. Bird's Advice for Sad Poets, Evan Roskos

p/s this is in no way a hint for a desired birthday gift list. also, didn't get to ten, because i have too many books in my TBR list. basically i have enough books to last me a while.

So I Got An Interview with H&M

I really like this collection, but not entirely wearable in this sweltering weather. Therefore, the video.
It was a gamble, really. I didn't expect to be called for it (I wasn't really sales assistant material, but I do want the job, though. Really). But I did. This is what happened.
I couldn't decide what to wear, so I went with my fav red (coincidentally, H&M Red (I call it)) long-sleeved I wore for graduation (I've always felt that is was a good-luck shirt), and formal (or what fashion people call, pleated) pants (should have worn my lucky-black-pants-that-look-like-jeans, though). I got there, and soon realised I was, indeed (as expected), overdressed. 

for today

It's always really scary when you're stepping out of your comfort zone. Then again, what is my comfort zone? I honestly don't know. Either that, or I've been ignoring the signs of it. I think my comfort zone would be approval; approval from parents, to be exact, I haven't told my mom or dad about today, but I would have to eventually. It's just that I don't know how to. I'm hoping today would turn out fine. I have no idea what I'm doing, and how everything will turn out. A few days ago, I wasn't too worried about this, instead I was afraid. Maybe it's because I haven't done this before. Or maybe I'm naturally like this; always fearing the unknown or unexplored. Also, I can understand why people like me get depressed. The feeling of being oppressed, as well as not being attractive, kinda hinders you from feeling optimistic about things. Sometimes you just wish things would be fine for once. That people would be genuinely happy for yo…

Hello August

It's August.

That is all.