the crop top; interpreted

earlier this week I had the honour of having a casual conversation with a 4 year old.
It went like this

Her: Yasmin, who bought you this?
Me: What? This? do you mean my clothes?
    I bought them myself.
Her: Then why did you buy your shirt so small?
     I can see your belly button.

hello again, monday

why do i choose to sleep at such ungodly hours on sunday, knowing bloody well how mondays normally turn out under such circumstances?

this morning i spent 15mins sorting flavours of Ghirardelli chocolate for a quick breakfast. which resulted in me being late for school. then realizing it only too late while en route to school that i had forgotten the sorted stack of chocolate, leaving it on the counter top.
late.
hungry.
frustrated.

lait entier

driven by a desperate need to satiate my cravings, i walked 2 blocks down in pjs to get milk, only to find that they only had the low-fat alternative. that's the equivalent of colouring your water with a teeny bit of chalk to get the cloudy opacity, the taste nowhere near milk.
i sit here typing with a bowlful of Special K(because of the inherent gain i acquire once i lose - Whatever that means.) drowned in cream.





in the absence of full-fat milk:

skim milk vs cream.

Cream wins!(hands down)

 

"If you could find a way, to forgive everything, I know you would. And I would take it all back, if only I knew that I could."

pleure des larmes de sang

i turn 28 today. for weeks it's felt like a looming death sentence. like the moment the clock struck 12 i'd morph into a fully-fledged adult. no more comics, no more prancing, no more idyllic unemployment, no more fun just mundane bills and responsibilities.
but guess wot, the minute passed and as 12:01 brandished my clock nothing out of the ordinary happened. just perusing online shops fredflare and sephora with my sister. beer hats and nail polishes, pool pretzels and mascaras.
it was a far cry from last year when i cried, tears streaming down my face at the prospect of blowing out 27 candles. i flatly refused. til the candles were reduced to 17. i was in denial. clearly. and might still be.
but wot i know is i've grown.
not up, but grown. 





on friday night, i walked out of the club, 'walked' being the operative word, with dignity.