My november was so pretty time flew by so fast. I recently watch the duff and cyberbully movies and realized how it must be like to be outed or humiliated in public by casting out so much hate speech or defamatory bs,

So anyways I just recently had a ball fitting from a designer near our home. Im excited to see how its like to wear something fancy, like fifty shades of grey movie! Haha kidding.

Will update you followers how I will manage to survive the upcoming holidaze. Must be so much work but in practice I am hoping for some willing zest and zen. Toodles. Peace out xx 🙂


So rare


So lately I just woke up and its November already.

I missed writing and college, frivolous things like crushes and daydreams and outfits like which mood represents what you wear

Lately I feel strongly attracted to someone,

Which may or may not pull me off the edge ‘ ya know

So far God has been good to me, I have ridden two Grab cars with great ambiance music rules and shebangs

You already know it

Peace out xx

Closed flowers

Whilst June may be quite over for most of us, It has given me plenty sentiments like having doubts and confusion about the present. To lost a lot of heart is a bad deal, but to gain love and light is all we ever search for.

  • I have no family. Yes enough.
  • I have no money. Where and how.
  • No boyfriend HAHAHAHA
  • Too vulnerable and open to people. Too trusting, humane or uhm sensitive? Hmm .
  • Don’t agree with my $ — job .


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Starting the days in January of 2014, I felt compromised to finish my academic assignments. To the better lack of it, the entire year behind me filled the fringe and graces of dexterity and skill, housed in my place of willfullness.

Reality had no greater assignments than ones we had to conform; marriage to jobs to balancing domestic duties to minding children to listing chores to cooking dinner.

To wake up reeling is to find oneself in a postmodern repetition of products and power, tools and schedules, dictions and phrases, arbitrary relations and everyday work.

Hence, school the safeground that builds our dreams, caged us in a ground of fight and flight, figures and papers, to monsters that go haunt and destroy the very minds we used to own.

The context of adulting as a phase, prosaic as the opposite, is where one threads several spaces in the entire loom of society; enmeshed in the critical cycle of knowing and unknowing, obtaining and emptying.