Life of a small boar

I'm going back to Kuching tomorrow, which means very limited of internet access. So I might not be blogging for quite some times, might not even blog for the whole two months, but I'll try.

3 years in KL. It's over. Not sure where I'm going next sem. Wherever it's going to be, I'm sure it'll be a whole new experience, both exciting yet full of hardships. New surrounding, new people, new subjects, new uni. I'm looking forward to it =)

On a happier note, Kuching food, I'm BaCKKkkk !!!!

rmb ur scrunhy fetish? =)

Last paper. FINISHED!!!!

Going to enjoy, enjoy, ENJOY! =P

Going cameron on tuesday... strawberriesssss =)

Sometimes I wonder why we(most women) tend do shop or eat when we're stressed. Are we influenced by tv shows and dramas that usually show heart-broken ladies stuffing cheesecakes down their throats after spending outrageously on things we don't actually need?

Weird enough, we do have the urge to do exactly these when we're pushed hard on the other side. But what are we actually trying to do? What do we want to prove?

I believe that we are trying to take control on our lives where we still can. studies, work, projects, we might be pushed by deadlines where we had no choice but to work extra time or sacrifice some other things to satisfy our superiors. let off the hook, hot and frustrated, we try to show that we can and will still do whatever we want and tickles our fancy.

Shopping and eating being the two biggest pleasure of women's life, it gradually became two of the most forbidden. Shop too much, you'll be broke. Eat too much, you'll be fat. So after being deprived off these, it naturally became our source of solace when we're pressured, or when life is out of control.

Ironically, weren't we supposed to be controling ourselves from overdoing it, these sin-considered-acts for women nowadays? Letting loose all guards and losing ourselves in desires, aren't these losing grip for real?