Pretty Villains ❤

They're everywhere. They walk among us, live among us. You never really notice them until you come across one yourself. When they meet you. When they steal your heart. And then walk all over you. And even then, we still don't see what's really underneath. It's only once we've woken up. Once we've been completely emptied by them, that we truly realize who they are.

As humans, we complain so much about the douchebags and bitches in our lives. And we claim that we hate people like them, and the way they act. We listen to our friends talk about somebody that has been a complete bitch to them, and we spend hours trying to convince that friend that they deserve to be treated better. That just because he's hot doesn't mean he can treat you like crap. "Why do you still love that jerk?" we always ask. But more often than not, we forget. About the jerks that we know, about the jerks that we love. 

Yeah, we can argue all we want, when it's someone else's life. But suddenly, when it's your own, you can't even admit to yourself that that could be you. In that exact same situation. Loving a jerk. And we don't do shit about it. Well, because. Maybe we want to keep them there. In our lives, on our minds. Because I think, secretly, everyone wants a jerk to change. For them. 

We hardly ever know what hits us. They come in pretty faces and sweet voices. No one would suspect that they could do so much damage. Then again, the prettiest faces usually can. We're just too blinded by love to believe it ourselves. Why do we insist on judging someone based on their appearance? Are we that smart, that we can tell their true intentions just by looking at them? Who says villains can't be pretty?

I'm not saying that every pretty face is out to break hearts. It's not that at all. It's the pretty faces around us that know they mean a lot to us, and take advantage of that. And the worst part is? We let them.

So as much as we yell and scream about it. As much as we cry and shout about it. There are always going to be jerks in our lives. Whether you want to admit it to yourself or not. They could look like angels. And talk like angels. Appear innocent, and speak gracefully. But be careful with who your heart trusts because. Well. Who says villains can't be pretty?

Far Away ❤

And I don't wanna see you leave,

if "goodbye" is gonna be

the last thing I say.

So don't get on that plane,

cause if you do, 

you're 10 thousand miles away.

Ten Thousand Miles

-  Original Song by April Lee

EDUCATION.

JOB OPPORTUNITIES.

FAMILY.

It seems like everyone has been leaving lately.

And I know that I will, someday, too.

But the things that matter to me,

the people that matter to me,

won't just NOT matter anymore when I'm there.

But who am I to say that? I haven't gone anywhere yet. Perhaps I would really forget. And start a new life there. After all, distance can tear people apart, right? Well, what if you had someone back home that kept you holding on? That kept you from completely moving on. 

How do you know if you should let go?

Pictures, calls, emails. Sometimes it just isn't as good as having them beside you. 

Time difference. Waking up at absurd hours just to make sure they don't forget you today.

How are you supposed to make the decision, when letting go is just as painful as holding on? When remembering is just as painful as trying to forget?

Parents.

I'd really like to find out if there's been some parenting course that all parents secretly attend behind our backs, that teach them how to get on our nerves and make us feel guilty all the time. Admit it. They're experts.

No point fighting with them, really. When they're yelling at you, and you think you've got some brilliant comeback, it suddenly comes out of your mouth like "ksqoiewrnzxcnhuirbvsskjfbgrsjn?" And then it kinda makes some sense to yourself, but they end up winning the argument anyways, even when they make less sense than we do.

I've noticed a trend in the way my parents scold me. It always starts when they're in a foul mood, and I just happen to say the wrong thing be in the same room. I HATE IT. 


THE CYCLE:
K, I'm sure you guys know what I'm talking about. They start off with scolding us for coming home late.... yadayada. Then, it suddenly goes on to "No wonder you're failing chinese!"

What the heck, NO LINK. And then they'll start to use threats on us like "Want to be a road sweeper when you grow up is it?!" etc. 


And of course, all lectures wind up at 
"AND YOUR ROOM!!!!!!!" 
Yes, I know it's messy.
No, I don't expect you to clean it like you're my maid.
And, THIS IS WHY I DON'T WANT YOU IN HERE. 
Then after they yell at us to clean our room, they'll go back to talking about how we don't spend enough time at home. And the cycle goes on and on and on.


It's like they're in a bad mood, so they just keep on screaming whatever comes to their mind. And it doesn't even make sense.

Don't even get me started on when they're picking us up. From school, or a friend's house or whatever. They either call us like 30 seconds before they reach and expect us to be at the pick-up point by then. OR, they call us 20 minutes before they reach and make us wait for them.

If we even made them wait in the car for 2 minutes, there would be 10 missed calls on our phones already.


Is it so hard to make one stupid u-turn? 


Driving parents are the worst. If they missed the turn or went the wrong way, their first instinct, is to blame whoever else is in the car. Come on. How many times has that happened to you? They rage, then suddenly turn the radio off cause they claim it's noisy and distracting. Or they're like "don't talk to me when I'm driving", "see lah, talk to you until i miss my turn".

And the worst part is that you're STUCK in there.

Yeah. Just thought I'd make this quick post before I go clean my room.

Room Makeover!!! Part Deux

Okayyyy. So was thinking a lot about what I wanted my room to look like. And I found a few pictures of what I'd want each item in my room to look like in the different themes. (:
I know right I'm so free. SORRY IT'S ALL PICTURES. 

WALLS:

Classy Vintage:

Beachy:

Boho-ish Laid back:

Vintage Grunge:

CURTAINS:

Classy Vintage:

Beachy:

Boho-ish Laid Back:

Vintage Grunge:

BED:

(Not inclusive of the sheets)

Classy Vintage:

Beachy:Boho-ish Laid Back:

Vintage Grunge:

 

VANITY TABLE:

Classy Vintage:

Beachy:

Boho-ish Laid Back:

Vintage Grunge:

WARDROBE:

Classy Vintage:

Beachy:

Boho-ish Laid Back:

Vintage Grunge:

LIGHTS:

Classy Vintage:

Beachy:

Boho-ish Laid Back:

Vintage Grunge:

BOOKSHELF AND CABINET:

Classy Vintage:

Beachy:

Boho-ish Laid Back:

Vintage Grunge:

PILLOW CASES:

Classy Vintage:

Beachy:

Boho-ish Laid Back:

Vintage Grunge:

SOFA/BENCH:

(To be put against my window)

Classy Vintage:

Beachy:

Boho-ish Laid Back:

Vintage Grunge:

EXTRA DETAILS:

Classy Vintage:

Beachy:

Boho-ish Laid Back:

Vintage Grunge: