Do you not know the recipe for a concoction so potent it acts as well as any explosive out there?

A 4 seconds interval between about a lifetime of sharp words, an angry person, grudges, and a slip of the tongue.

Do you not know the kill switch for this bomb?

Because I do not.

do better

when you'd been out an entire day, and at the end of it all you want is the familiar left turn into the street you live in, the welcoming sight of the driveway, to swing the front door open, to step into a 20 minutes long hot shower and work up a lather of scented body wash and shampoo, to hear the thud of your body collapsing in relief onto your bed.

to have all the dirt and grime of unpleasantness from the outside world all fervently scrubbed at and scraped away, washed down the drain hole.

I wish I could do that with my life right now. Strip the past 20 years away and start from scratch.

I could do so much better.

Relationships with others, 

we misrepresent them to be more durable than they really are, making them out to be this barrage, an endless stretch of concrete wall furnished with steel poles, when most of the time, parts of this wall have been rendered paper thin from unresolved arguments, cracks have found their way in through discontement, and water starts seeping out, first in trickles, then a steady stream, until enough pressure builds up against this wall and it collapses. 

But it's okay. Everyone else saw this coming. They tell you to evacuate, to steer clear of this place, to isolate yourself, to give yourself time, because this wall can be rebuilt. 

Relationship with yourself,

they're a dependable source, a place of refuge, you're there to mend and plaster away at the first signs of a threat.

so it's disconcerting, to be detached from yourself. You shouldn't disconnect with an entity you belong to.

sometimes, the feeling of isolation is so intense, it's almost like I'm looking at myself from a distance.

and I do not like what I see.

and I really want this to stop.

It's day 4 of finals and into the 2nd paper and the welt on my left finger has swelled up to an alarming size.

So has the pimple on my right cheek. 

(this is how exhausted I look now and I was sweating from carrying so many books around uni and ended up collapsing outside of the exam room)

and because I am horribly uncreative and tired I'm copying and pasting all my finals related tweets here 

-Wish I were going to Korea too instead of being stuck in this horrible room with criminal law to study (Louie went to Korea for a week I'm sorry I like to stick to him all the time I should stop I have criminal law)

- Bought so much chocolate milk (Ashley in reference to me dumping 1litre of chocolate milk on the counter in 7-11 ; "you're getting that?? I'm not judging btw")

- The amount of studying I have to do now till 3pm tomorrow is giving me serious depression (tweeted this at 10.25pm and nopes i did not study till 3pm the next day)

- Bad things happen to lazy people (yup it does)

- drank so much coffee my hands are shaking so bad I swear I'm not on drugs (I drank 5 cups too many that day)

- I think I have this permanent grumpy expression (I'm just grumpy. in general)

- my face is just so bad (or has it always been this way hmm)

- I feel really bad for people who have to see me in this unwashed hair and sleep deprived state (I really do)

- I'm so tired really I have never been so drained (I say that every semester every finals every assignment every class every weekday every hour)

- You know you're hideous when you haven't taken a selfie in almost a week and when you try to you have to direct the camera away from your face (selfie above was done with good lighting and numerous attempts and it still turned out hmm)

- wow so tired I actually fell asleep for 2 hours and woke up with drool on my laptop (yup drool stain still there)

- this is me going out with glasses, chocolate milk stained sweatshirt and house slippers because i really do not care anymore (went out to get more chocolate milk btw)

-the size of the pimple on my face is directly proportional to the amount of stress I'm facing, you can say it's about to take over my face (yup)

I think I'm funny.

Not really.

the rate I consume chocolate coated peanuts at is worrying.

oh ya Finals is more worrying.

you and I

You sit there, elbows propped on the kitchen table, head resting on the back of your hands, you inch forward expectantly, your gaze fixed steadfastly on my lips, on every movement they make, almost as if you anticipate each letter forming the words I utter to be visible, and you can't wait to delve in to them.

You're so untainted, so unsuspecting, you don't even hesitate to wonder for a moment if you'll be let down by what I am about to deliver.

I haven't missed you much. You're insecure, so afraid to do what others do with ease. I would tell you to stop, that your appearance really shouldn't matter that much, but I won't. You're dreamy, your aspirations cross the line between impressive to being mostly unrealistic. I would feed you all these cliches, would reblog a thousand motivational posts on Tumblr, but I won't.

I might appear superior to you, but I'm not. I'm mostly like you, a bit more, a bit less.

and I don't even have that much to say to you so I'll just stop here.














You, are my 12 year old self.

I, am my 20 year old self today.


I hope you're not too disappointed with myself because I am.

Everyone : *strives for the best grades / top notched universities

Me : *does mental calculation. So how many questions can I afford not to answer to not fail? Oh I only need 25/60 to pass? Thats 2/4 questions? Ok. I can read 2 chapters a day before my finals.

*sails through life on a cloud going wheeeeeee~

^

This is Me. This is why I panic when I'm done sky gliding.

This

Is

Why

I

Am

Panicking.

( Panicking -> 3 days of unwashed hair, unkept appearance, cups stained with coffee, and Instagram-ing instead of Studying because I cannot make myself face this)

A hashtag attached to my life is #whatareyoudoingmelisawhat

1. I am panicking.
2. I have 12 days left to my finals.
3. I am panicking.
4. I just started on the first chapter of Criminal Law
5. I am panicking
6. I have been to about 40% of my tutorials this semester
7. I am panicking
8. I go out too often
9. I am panicking
10. I just cried over the amount I need to study (and comprehend)

Things I like to worry about

1. are a figment of my imagination
2. shifts around for the better after I forgo sleep for 5 nights in a row
3. generates more tears than necessary

Things I try not to worry about

1. should not be swept aside
2. are more worrying than they appear to be
3. qualify as catastrophes

Now this, this is something I would not like to worry about.

This is how a date is supposed to be (Part II)

9. Now Date 9 would (according to our schedule) compromise of a breakfast of latte and biscotti/granola bars if we haven't had so much to eat the day before.

And we were going for a buffet so it's only economical (and Malaysian) to start off a buffet on an empty stomach.

Truth is we're just lazy by nature and Breakfast is quite unnatural for people of that particular characteristic .

So Date 9 was a cab ride to Paradigm Mall.

10. Date 10 was a walk around the mall

(I restrain from inserting too much excitement into each sentence but of course when you're with your boyfriend a walk around the mall isn't merely 'a walk around the mall' it's so much better)

(and now i all i can picture is a dog straining on it's leash and sniffing frantically at every bush/tree in it's vicinity when it's out on it's evening walk)

Kidding.

 11. I must say we worked pretty well as a team to finish off 12 sets of beef/chicken/mutton slices at Suki-Ya.

:')

*sticks Couple Buffet Star Award sticker on to shirt

12. Everything from Date 12 onwards was a mystery. 

I remember taking the LRT to KLCC

Like I said, it was all a blur.

This was my second time taking the LRT. **

My capabilities when it comes to public transport (or directions or driving) on a scale of one to ten does not exist.

It's okay my boyfriend is a 11 for all of the above.

*Probably my last too unless I'm with my boyfriend because his armpits are the only one I can stand
**** Rephrase because that sentence appears to be highly inappropriate
*******I appear to be below the average height of the population taking the LRT so it; inevitable that I face someone's armpit for 20 minutes straight

13. We had to flag a taxi from KLCC to Pavilion because Waze/Maps told us it was a 40 minutes walk and we got lost and I was frantic because the movie was to start in 10 minutes and anyway we got there (after paying RM15 for a 3 minutes drive)

14. We watched ........ Horns in Pavillion (just because Harry Potter is in it)

Yup. That's why my boyfriend said. Harry Potter is in Horns.

(I don't review movies)
(I struggle between trying to decide if it's really good or really bad)
(in the case of Horns my judgement was still impaired by the amount of food I had so I can't really tell)****

***Alson said it's really bad though

15. We got lost.

No details

(because I don't remember)***

***and I chose not to

(Pictures taken in Pavillion right before an hour spent being lost)

 16. Shoe shopping and Once Upon A Time Milkshakes *,*

17. Date 17 on the 17th of November.

:D

Now that my blog has been filled with pictures I feel the need to exert myself to balance it out with lengthy posts with nothing but words.

Or maybe it's the fact that my Finals is in 2 weeks.

Hmm.

This is how a date is supposed to be (PART1)

I never did get around to writing on my very first date.

Instead, here's a post on a weekend of dates.

1. we agreed that we needed a lifestyle revamp hence the incorporation of Breakfast (at 9am) into our schedule as Date 1 (also his plane departed at 7am and landed at 7:45am we really had no choice but to have Breakfast) 

I insisted on leaving the comforts of (the air-conditioning and couches in) Starbucks for (his) ruined pants from sitting on wet grass, constant apprehension of crows eying our food, swatting at bugs and sweat trickling down our backs 

(I'm not sure if it was abnormally hot for 9am because my days usually start after 10am)

(plate and tray belongs to Starbucks because I forgot to bring plates or cutlery of any sort)

(I hope it isn't against Starbucks policy to place their trays on wet grass) 

I like how natural(ly unglam) we appear to be here

I think it tastes fine 

(if you swallow an entire block of cream cheese and nibble tentatively around the bread and smoked salmon and wash it down with a mouthful of Christmas Cookie Frappuccino)

Look at me in admiration of my sandwich.

I really do not understand his expression upon his first (huge) bite.

It wasn't that bad.

(Maybe I shouldn't have left the smoked salmon out to defrost one night before hmm)

More happy pictures (of me) while he (as always) is left with the less exciting tasks 

So happy. (even my sweat glands were triggered into working enthusiastically look at that moustache of sweat)

for the 142 likes on Instagram, I have to sit you down and solemnly point out that there was a lot of effort put in behind this.

2. I'm marking this as Date 2 because at this point we departed from breakfast into ......... more sandwich making (for my brother and the ducks in uni) 

Also there's a video of me flinging a quarter of the 'freshly baked' muesli bread from Cold Storage at the ducks but it's too much effort to upload it here.

3. there are no pictures because Date 3 was in Starbucks and no one takes pictures in Starbucks (right after they emerge from the outdoors all sweaty and ready to collapse onto a couch) 

4. Village Park's Nasi Lemak !

The number of tolls we crossed to get here probably amounts to a plate of this.

So worth it :')

I hope you agree 

5. Inside Scoop ! I would say this with utmost conviction, we would have appreciated our Durian and Almond(??) / Hazelnut (???) ice-cream more if we haven't had so much to eat before 

This is how you look when you'd gone past your eating capacity and it has amounted to reluctance (either from the need to eat or from wanting to and knowing you shouldn't)

The next time I'll make sure Inside Scoop turns into Date 4 instead. 

Then we can have the buttermilk waffles.

*rubs hands in glee 

6.  Chromeheart Origins in church ! 

(my second night actually and I still didn't manage a decent picture)

7.  if I would to be really precise, Date 7 would be the drive to Mont Kiara (because it was an adventure in itself with the heavy rain and my panic attacks whenever Waze interrupted our conversations with 'HAZARD REPORTED AHEAD'

(Apparently a downpour is a hazard to Waze)

anyway we had Korean BBQ at Sae Mae Eul !!!

(I think both of us really enjoy Korean/Thai/Japanese/Indian right I think we enjoy everything)

*glistening tears

*eyes glazes over

Idk how my hair got this messy (all I had to do was to toss seaweed and rice around)

I really liked the spicy rice balls....

and of course the company

Look! Time for Spicy Rice Balls!

and my boyfriend !! 

(Just in case you think I'm emphasising too much on the rice balls)

8. We played Poker.

I think I'm getting better at it

*poker face

#Louie&MelisainKL

I know I blog so off-handley

But I promise you. It was one of the best days I'd had.

I think I should go to bed because it's 5am.

today it rained.

It rained today. I would sit cross-legged on the floor, and contemplate my outfit out loud, change into 3 different hoodies before settling for a sweater and jeans.

It rained today. I would abandon any plans for cups of hot Milo, down comforters and Workaholics.

It rained today. I would willingly microwave packets of Instant Noodles and happily cause further health deterioration by emptying every accompanying seasoning.

But I didn't because you weren't here.

On a side note, I complained about the rain today.

angry person

You don't get rid of anger.

Anger demands to be heard.
Anger is the furious rhythm from the pounding of the keyboard. Anger is the throbbing in your head so intense it reverberates around the room. Anger is the heated words you don't utter but everyone hears.

Anger demands to be seen.
Anger is the blatant glares casted in your direction. Anger is the single worded replies you receive. Anger is the fiery red flashes before you.

Anger demands to be tasted.
Anger is the sour taste of bile at the back of your throat. Anger is the harsh gulps of air you take through heated conversations that causes you to choke. Anger is the bitterness that overpowers and subdues your tastebuds and it's all you know.

Please stop this anger.

I wonder if this is me.

When the dinner dates are over. When midnight movies aren't worth watching. When best friends are miles away.  When a favourite show comes to an end. When the thrill from meeting someone loses it's novelty. When I let my hair down at the end of the day. When I sit all alone.

and I'm just angry.

was I always this way.

lie with me.

I fabricate a lot of lies.

Over the years, I'd gotten pretty competent at lying.

I lied.

Now that too is a lie.

9 Lies I'd committed myself to in the span of 5 days :

1. that's the last popcorn I'm popping into my mouth

2. if I have a buffet lunch I can forgo the next 3 meals

3. I did 30 words in 8 minutes all i need is approximately 13.3 hours to finish this assignment

4. I can finish my assignment if I start 13.3 hours before midnight

5. green tea ice-cream is healthy I'll have more a bit more of the green tea one and less of the chocolate one also I'm picking nuts as toppings instead of sprinkles for the very same reason

6. I'm buying 3 tops from Topshop because Topshop is an investment and I'll wear them at least 50 times each

7. I don't need cakes or shopping to feel better

8. It's okay to wear the same pair of jeans 5 times a week no one notices jeans

9. To Ashley : Okay let's start our Legal Brief at 5pm

(at 5:01PM)

To Ashley : Let's start at 5:05pm I don't feel ready

What can I say, it's now 5:06pm.

3 in the morning

Obsession, Dominating, Power, Addiction,

Troubled, Enslaved, Jaded, Fear,

Bitter, Dissatisfaction, Frustrated, Deterioration,

Uncertain, Resentment, Spiteful, Grieve,

Negativity in the most offhand manner,

What grows on you at 3 in the morning? 

You are better than this,

One black spot tarnishes a blank canvas,

Until you decide to pick up that brush,

Dab it into acrylic paint of every hue, tone, tint and shade,

Tentatively daub, foreign swashes against a familiar background,

Over time, colours merge, vivid and dull accentutating each other,

Concealing the black spot.

You wonder if it remains obscured from view to relieve heartaches,

Or if it fuses in to complete the painting.

Melisa,

At 3 in the morning, you tell yourself,

You have to be better than this.

Pain,

Pain,

is it shattered glass, scattered along the stretch of this road you have to take barefooted, is it acceptance that no matter how attentive you are in every step, shards of glass are bound to pierce the sole of your feet.

Pain,

is it the rigidity of an elastic band you wind around a pole, like how you steadfastly hold on to these beliefs, confident it won't snap, assured of it's durability, until you let yourself slip, and it ricochets to hit you in the face in the form of contradictions.

Pain,

is it a fine line, a tread-rope to be walked on 10 storeys above ground, with rescue mattresses laid below, promises in disguise as safeguards you discover, never did exist when you stumble, a miscalculated step, to plunge downwards and land flat on you back.

Pain,

is it you.

What do you know about

What do you know about missing a person?

Does it begin when 'I wish's form habitually on the edge of your mouth, ready to be uttered, prepped to be inserted into snippets of conversations? I wish you were, I wish I were, I wish. Aren't those the mark of a start of a longing, this persistent coveting after a person?

Does time fragmentation happen unconsciously? Your calender readjusts, regulated by '11 days till you arrive home', 'it's only 4 months till we see each other again', '2 years is fine, we'll get through it'

Does it dwindle with time, do your daily routines ease it off, do you sometimes, completely forget? Or is missing your reality, and if it is, how often do you jolt back to reality?

Does it drip, of anticipation, of wistfulness, of yearnings, condensed to form droplets. Do they merge over time to form a pool of endless depth? Do you struggle to keep afloat? Or do your instincts kick in, like how traits go through a process of natural selection, you harden over time, you survive.

So, what do I know about missing a person?

Missing home so badly. Trying not to check air tickets every few hours (I'd been studying the trend of the prices more than any law textbooks)

I............................................can overcome this.

no promises

I'd always refused to be convinced that people could change.

That's it.

They could go through this revamp, might it be a meteoric rise, materialized overnight, done on impulse, fueled by one of those articles titled 'It Only Takes 60 Days To Form A Habit'***,
or it could be a process that devours time, undying commitment, an unwavering stance and in return, promises to spit you out a 'different person'.

***I made this up I'm sure they have catchier titles, personally I wouldn't read an article that requires anything less than 7 Days to accomplish something

Of course this was when I was much younger and rather cynical.

Also, this was backed up by this childish theory based on my own life*** that embarrasses me.

***I am very disorganized

(if I were to be a 100% honest here, I would replace 'disorganized' with 'sloppy')

 (According to my Dad, online statements like these are what will keep me unemployed in the future when our fate is determined by background checks on every post splattered on the social media - no wonder on FB he's constantly sharing inspiring quotes in pretty fonts against more inspiring backgrounds captioned with more inspiring words)

(Apparently I like to put myself into jeopardy)

But I am.

PRIME EXAMPLE :

When I was in Primary, I started off every year with 7 different colored files, pencils sharpened to the same length, bag packed in accordance to the height of each textbook.

Then from the 3rd day everything just.......disintegrated. I was dreadful. As much as someone with OCD can't stand filing Bahasa Melayu Karangan worksheets under 'Science' , I was the opposite.

It was almost this apprehension to be caught with worksheets that weren't creased and looked like they have been balled up and tossed around the room (most of the time they came close to that treatment) and using a ruler (my Mathematics formulas were pieces of art) and a desk with a compartment beneath that wasn't cluttered with junk.

I was dreadful*** I wasn't even that ashamed parading around with torn textbooks.

*** I realize the repeated usage of this word which by usual standards might be appalling but then i have also used 'i mean' 4 times in a tweet (we're limited to 140 characters and i waste them on 'i mean')

Up till this point of furious typing (which is how I type when I blog if only I manage an equivalent intensity when I'm going at my assignments)

I realize.................. this post is going no where (besides making myself out to be more dreadful*** than I was originally perceived to be)

***treading on thin ice here

The point, now the point is, until this day, this trait, is still glaringly apparent. Pep talks (from myself...to myself), incessant nagging (from my Mum) , horrified looks (from my roommate(s)/bestf) haven't done much.

I don't know why I strayed so much from the first line and centered this post on the dusty desktop and unfolded clothes strewn across my hostel room (definitely not housewife material)

I should stop

END OF PRIME EXAMPLE

In all honesty I was putting off studying for Spanish mid-terms.

if I end every post with a picture captioned 'Craving for Magic Matcha!! / omg I want tomyam naooo / pancakes plzzzz ' how juvenile do I sound

(the bottom line is I might believe that someone could change wholeheartedly, I say might but I have Spanish to study for and I refuse to elaborate)

I can do this ! *oozes enthusiasm that lasts the same amount of time contentment from a bar of chocolate brings before guilt kicks in (about 10 minutes)

Bye!

so after 10 weeks into this semester, I find out that this Intellectual Property Law course covers the Malaysian aspect. Also my assignment questions have been uploaded a while ago and the due dates are (frighteningly) near.

Good job Melisa.

Day dream your way through life and you'll get there.

Pasta or Pancakes

Hi there,

Momentarily distracted because 

1. I have the attention span of a housefly

2. this picture is distracting 

3. I'm supposed to be drafting an employment contract/doing law related assignments (or to be exact find out the assignments due some time next week/month) 

I really want Nutella now.

I don't understand people who pick pasta over Nutella and chocolate chip pancakes (ie Louie Ong)

Do you see a pattern forming here ..... 

Goodnight!

when I hit 1.7k words I'm re-downloading Instagram.

Current status : 931 words (of no substance)

5 things.

5 things when you attempt a 2.3-2.7k words law assignment 3 days before it's due date

1 / bibliography the heck out of everything just toss it all into the footnotes section and be done with it

2 / you are so much better at bs-ing then you ever thought you would be. embrace it.

3 / exploit thesaurus. milk it for all it's worth.

4 / enjoy little leaps of joy (or waves of panic) when you check your Word Count every 3 minutes

5 / stop telling yourself you can leave it till the day before.

(also don't kid yourself this is a routine you'll never break free from relish in it till the end of your degree)

(I hope I make it till then)

*panics*

p/s: I started on this assignment 2 weeks ago started strong with 24 words 2 weeks later I'm still at 24 words today I reread those 24 words and ended up punching the backspace button that's the end of my 24 words period.

I want Auntie Anne's chocolate coated pretzels :(

But I deserve no sympathy so .......................

其实；

其实，有了爱情，最幸福的就是两个人的爱简简单单；

其实， 告诉一个人‘我爱你’，何必再加上’虽然’ 这两个字；

其实，爱了就不应有了条件；

其实，说不出爱一个人的原因并不是不好的事， 如果你说，“我爱你因为爱上你的笑，你体谅的性格’， 那么，有一天她不再微笑，不再对你那么有耐心，就不爱了吗；

其实，爱是一个选择；

其实，两方没人应该受任何的委屈；

其实，幸福了。

breaking it.

I'd been in this cycle. Viscous cycle. That's how everyone labels cycles, no? Viscous. 

on the 17th of May 2013, I said,

" it's a cycle, you grab all these feelings of yours, bundle them up, grab a shovel, bury them as close to the core of the earth as you can get, mother nature shifts, thunderstorms, earthquakes, floods, all these feelings you find disdainful and discarded without a second thought, today you find them spewed out, washed up, all laid out in the open

and the irony when you discover them at your doorstep, right where they once belong."

Today. I refuse to celebrate sadness anymore. 

Because that was exactly what I have always done in the past. 

Why do posts on slit wrists, quotes on being suicidal, empty eyes receive the highest number of reblogs on Tumblr?

________________________________________________________________

I'd always hung on to this notion that I could forgive. 

You don't forgive on your own strength. 

Try and it turns into you clinging on to a plank of wood in this desperate attempt to stay afloat, while the rise and fall of the sea level, one minute perfectly still, deceives you with hope of survival, the next it pulls you under, leaving you to choke and gasp for air.  

There are things I don't like bringing up.

Can I say this.

God is so real. 

Training, not trying to not make the same mistakes again.

You make me wonder.

this ride home

So, on this particular plane ride home, I decided to start a series of appreciation posts. 

No time constraints, no limitations on the number of posts, no specifically required content because I shrivel at the thought of deadlines (I have enough of them in law school on a regular day I sit in a corner 3 times a day and wilt in a highly unappealing manner) 

Also, I like to stave off work because I indulge in the thrills and adrenaline rushes from scrambling to hand in an assignment due in 5 minutes (truth)

So, appreciation posts they are. 

They'll be 

1. Detailed. Eg : An entire post wouldn't be dedicated to 'food' but 'Raja Uda Tomyam Noodles' / 'ItemC4 from Zhia's Kitchen'

2. Done in no particular order. Eg : #Appreciationpost1 wouldn't necessarily be of more importance than #Appreciationpost58 (assuming I even hit that number)

I ran out of things to add. 

I'd been home the entire day.

Nothing. Just. (probably against his will) promoting   Louie Ong's blog.

He definitely rocks this blogsphere/blogmosphere (???) more than I do.

 Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.

 Nothing. I need new glasses that's all. 

Ok. I'm dealing with my assignment(s) (?????) tomorrow.

Why am I so lost.

Need to get my sh_t together.

(?)

I wonder where I'm going with this blog.

This space, no longer has the need to be filled with over-edited pictures because Instagram caters for that department.

 I don't do reviews. Not on cafes, not on the RM2 latte I had at Thirdwave a week ago, or the Porky Pancake I had for brunch today (honey and bacon who knew right?).

I struggle to search for adjectives because, food is, well food.

Shocker coming from me because I used to come off as a food enthusiastic.

Maybe hostel life has weaned me off the idea of the need for 2 proper meals in a day and eating has transpired to survival? I don't know really. I still like waking up to freshly baked pies everyday, pasta cooked al dente and a constant supply of greek yogurt at home. But here, living on my own I also like picking out groceries and coming up with dishes (that ideally takes under 15 minutes, requires minimum usage of dishware and ingredients - to every student out there the microwave is your saving grace the trick is to drink an extra liter of water to cancel out all the radiation).

right.

I don't do 'daily life' too. It's so........mundane. And if I did, I would inevitably have to insert my opinions on places I go to which I don't like doing.

Eg : Today I went to map's. Everything had bits/slices of bacon in it. It was good. Price was decent.

Eg : Yesterday I forgot what I did. But I broke a plate by bending it. I wish someone was there to witness it.

I could do 'About Me' posts. But there's only so much I'm revealing here (which happens to be a whole lot more than what normal standards deem appropriate)

If you have read every word, I feel obligated to reward you with a picture of my Porky Pancakes.

(at this point I have been distractedly scrolling through my photo gallery and have since then abandoned this post for 40 minutes)

(I HAVE SO MANY PICTURES OF FOOD???)

(no really it's more alarming than gratifying)

(this post is gravitating towards being Melisa's meals centered)

Also rewarding you with a picture of the sunset. Haven't seen pretty skies in awhile now. 

My point here is, like this blog, I'm not quite sure where I'm going in life. 

But it's okay. 

Maybe that explains the look of exasperation I constantly have.