Something in the air feels festive. Do you feel it? Do you feel it?! I’m not sure what it was. Nothing was different. Everything went according to plan, well almost everything.

Eid Mubarak everyone!

Before I go off for the night, I just thought I’d share my find at Outlet Mall. A cute little sweater for an extremely reduced price! I love it!

Last night I managed to finish season 4 of Desperate Housewives, this entry will contain a degree of spoilers. I love that series!

I can honestly say that I enjoyed season 4 the most. Of course, it doesn’t have the novelty it had when I was still watching the first season but it certainly hasn’t lost its touch. The new characters this season were a wonderful addition, and it’s amazing how this season’s big secret was explained in one little line said by Julie Mayer in first episode. I didn’t like Katherine Mayfair too much at the beginning, but she continued to grow on me. Her daughter, on the other hand, was an instant favourite! She is just so pretty! The child version of the “Dylan” lookalike in the season finale is so adorable, too. There were so many touching episodes this season, but I guess nothing beats that supermarket shooting where Kayla’s mother dies from the season before – that was actually the very first episode of Desperate Housewives I’ve ever seen. I was in England at the time and that almost made me decide that I would never want to watch this series, ever. I’m very happy I ended up giving it a chance!

Here are my flashcards that I’m using for studying. The ribbons ended up instantly attracting everyone that saw them. Their only purpose, really, is to seperate the two sets of cards. Honestly, though, the flashcards did help me study! I wish I used to do this when I was in school in my final year, would have been in much better shape.

Perhaps it’s time fora new layout. I better get to this quickly before the inspiration flies away, like it always does. It is bothering me that I can’t seem to be able to write anymore. This doesn’t just go for the little stories I indulge myself into, but I suppose it goes for my blog too. While there have been entries, I don’t think there is any heart-felt passion about them, not like it used to be. When years had gone by and I haven’t touched my stories or acted on any ideas I had, at least deep down I knew that I was still a “writer”, I at least had a blog to be passionate about… but now, it seems that I don’t even have that…

Since you were wondering what twillies were, I thought this deserved a post on its own. While I do not know the true history of twillies, where the word “twilly” came from, and what brought about this wonderful little creation, I do think that a twilly is how Hermes got their segment of bag-loving-customers to be interested in scarves. The pictures (you have my deepest and most sincere apologies for the quality, the lighting and the colours) will give you a more elaborate idea of what they look like. If your bag has two handles, you can get identical doubles and tie them around them to protect the handles (or just look cute), if your bag only has one handle then that’s money in your pocket – for a more diverse collection of twillies! If you don’t want to tie them around your bag handles, you can tie them in ribbons or knots to add a little something extra to any classy old bag of any colour. If jazzing up your handbags isn’t really your thing, well then rest assured – there are quite a bunch of other uses for them! They can be tied around your wrist, your neck, or used as headbands or hairbands. Again, terribly sorry about the colours. The bag model used here is actually pink.

What is up with this blog and spam, and then eating my entries? Is it hungry for something that I can’t give?

Yesterday, I had to give a presentation at school. Of course, knowing me, I have to have a little comic relief moment to make everyone laugh. And again, knowing me, I didn’t just have one of those moments; I had two. The first was when I forgot the word unethical. It wasn’t that it was a new word to me, or that I wasn’t prepared; I just blanked out there and stood with a confused-embarrassed expression on my face (think Pearl Faye style when she has her hand near her mouth). I heard a few chuckles around the room, but thankfully, I quickly recovered and moved on.

Later on, I forgot the name Martin Luthor King (almost said a completely different name). Again, pure blank-out type of moment. Instead of standing there a la Pearl Faye this time, however, I started to describe his speech and what I knew about it and thankfully someone in the audience said, “Oh? Martin Luthor King?”.

However, I am trying this new thing where I embrace my imperfections rather than shamefully hide them. I stutter but I talk, I’m forgetful but I manage, and instances like this – like doing something that makes people laugh during a presentation actually relax me!

It’s so fun listening to my uncle’s parrot. It makes the cutest sounds and has already learned to repeat the things that get said in my household.

Before we end this post here, take a look at the results of my latest scavenger hunt. A daily tonic and a weekly exfoliator to replace my products that ran ont, and some nail polish!

These days my thoughts seem to revolve around this: our life experiences, necessary or not? Imagine this, you were told something, or a lot of things, that were emotionally scarring. It has nothing to do with you, your friends or your immediate family or social circle (then again, my social circle is about 5cms in diametere). Yet you can’t help but feel your insides quiver. It opens your eyes to a whole new world, a world where there things are exactly as ugly as they seem. What I think about, however, is not just about how these things will affect me, but how the people themselves are coping or have coped with, how their families are dealing with it and what consequences they have to live with. If I, a random person who randomly heard about something terrible started losing sleep over it, then how was it for them?

This made me realize that to be able to be empathetic, and to raise my emotional intelligence equotient, I need to deal with hearing about things like this. I know I have the potential, but right now my reaction to “terrible news” are those of a child.

Finally decided to place a temporary pause on my French lessons and continue after Ramadan. If it had been that I would leave the house in the morning, go to my French class, then go straight to school, it probably would have been fine. But the way it goes is that after my French lesson I get stuck in traffic for about an hour, get home sick to my stomach sit around for a while then get in the car again and drive to school. Maybe I’m just uncomfortable because I haven’t established a rythm yet. I’m not sure how to do that & fast.

This is my binder for my Technology & Management course. You might think that I’m posting these pictures for a relief from a stressed post but looking at them actually stresses me out because I’m not prepared for this upcoming week’s assignment(s).

Sometimes I wonder, if we go back and do things over, would we make the same mistakes? But what if, at the time, we didn’t see it as a mistake? What if we found our actions fully justified? What if we were naive enough to actually ignore the fact that we are human, and we err? If I went back to all those incidents where I was “hurt” and “wronged”, only to discover that I hurt and wronged as well. Of cours, I’ve always known this but tried to ignore it. I really am selfish, self-centered and arrogant. When I look back over these years and see a change in their person, a point in time where they changed from carefree, nice & happy to cynical, cold & dark, I can’t help but wonder, did I bring that out? Did I ruin a good thing? Would I be judged for this? Can I live with myself if my gut feeling about this was right? Although I usually like to limit the amount of personal things I would write on my blog, this is one thing that have kept causing a shadow to loom over me for years. I wish things could go back to the way they were. I wish this never happened. I wish I never met them. Would I have turned out to be a different person?

On to other business…

I like the Nail Kiss nail polish remover that I get from Daiso but it’s really only ideal for when I have only one coat of polish applied, and these days I use more. Well it probably depends on the polish. Some are alright when it’s just one coat + top coat or even no top coat, while others I prefer to have two coats so that the colour would be more vibrant. The problem is, I need a lot of regular nail polish remover to get this off of one finger, but if I stick my finger in the jar of Nail Kiss it takes even longer… and this is my entire finger in a bowl of aceton, that can’t be good for my skin right?

Looking forward to going to Burjman tomorrow… to pick up my twillies that they kept for me and a few other things. I’ll hopefully get a chance to look at some bags as well, though really now I am pretty discouraged about making the purchase. But I’ll make a seperate update later.

The other day, I was looking for my Hello Kitty highlighters that I bought from Hamleys. On my search, I found them alongside a bunch of other things that I hide from myself. Mostly supplies for scrapbooking but a bunch of other stuff too. I tend to forget about the stuff I place in the chest in front of my bed because I sometimes use it as a table.