ME
I feel like such a spoiled, unappreciative brat of a friend- with me being away and all, I ought to spend more time hanging out with people I get to see only 3 months out of every year. And yet, this past 2 weeks have been sooo bad for me. I feel so emotionally charged, and it's all the bad emotions that's hyped up. The cakes that I baked the past week also reflect my down state- they didn't turn out as well as they usually do.
To cheer myself up, I've been looking at pretty things, in particular, pretty houses. Actually, these houses aren't just pretty- they're drop-dead gorgeous. Stunningly, breathtakingly beautiful. I literally gawked at my laptop screen. I'm a sucker for old European, Mediterranean and British Colonial architecture and interior designs, as well as country-styled/farmhouse ones. And it seems that the world is filled with people who owned my dream house(s). Sadded:(
My parents have agreed that, within the next 2-3 years, we will move to a new house. Our current house is surrounded with awful and snobbish neighbours; the house is 4-storied high with 3 flights of stairs which my rheumatoid arthritic mother has problems climbing up and down with; the house is getting old and problems such as water heater breakdown is cropping up; and because inflation has resulted in our house value increasing a modest amount, my father is considering selling it soon. Of course, all these planning are still in the early stages, but we are adamant to move out soon because my mother doesn't really like the neighbourhood. So now, I pray that my father's business will do exceedingly well so that we can have sufficient money to move into a new house.
I think I've subconsciously begin to design how my bedroom would look like already. Should I go for country, or my beloved Venetian, or perhaps vintage French? I've realised that I like rooms with characters, not simply some modern-looking schtick (which actually is also a sort of character, as I'm beginning to realise haha). But I'm still counting my chickens before they hatch- if my father gives me a renovation budget of like 1K or something only, I'll be hard-pressed to even afford authentic Venetian blinds, let alone a whole room!
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Hello, my name is Mylene.
Screams
Friday, August 05, 2011
The reason I've been rejecting my friends' invitations to go out the past week is because of this: I'M HAVING A VERY BAD BREAKOUT. It's concentrated on the area below my chin and at the sides of my chin (both wtf) and aside from making me socially introverted, the breakout has also made me moody and depressed. I attribute it to my incoming period and the hormonal imbalance that it never fails to cause. So it's not that I don't want to go out with you guys, I'm just not in the right mood to do so.I feel like such a spoiled, unappreciative brat of a friend- with me being away and all, I ought to spend more time hanging out with people I get to see only 3 months out of every year. And yet, this past 2 weeks have been sooo bad for me. I feel so emotionally charged, and it's all the bad emotions that's hyped up. The cakes that I baked the past week also reflect my down state- they didn't turn out as well as they usually do.
To cheer myself up, I've been looking at pretty things, in particular, pretty houses. Actually, these houses aren't just pretty- they're drop-dead gorgeous. Stunningly, breathtakingly beautiful. I literally gawked at my laptop screen. I'm a sucker for old European, Mediterranean and British Colonial architecture and interior designs, as well as country-styled/farmhouse ones. And it seems that the world is filled with people who owned my dream house(s). Sadded:(
My parents have agreed that, within the next 2-3 years, we will move to a new house. Our current house is surrounded with awful and snobbish neighbours; the house is 4-storied high with 3 flights of stairs which my rheumatoid arthritic mother has problems climbing up and down with; the house is getting old and problems such as water heater breakdown is cropping up; and because inflation has resulted in our house value increasing a modest amount, my father is considering selling it soon. Of course, all these planning are still in the early stages, but we are adamant to move out soon because my mother doesn't really like the neighbourhood. So now, I pray that my father's business will do exceedingly well so that we can have sufficient money to move into a new house.
I think I've subconsciously begin to design how my bedroom would look like already. Should I go for country, or my beloved Venetian, or perhaps vintage French? I've realised that I like rooms with characters, not simply some modern-looking schtick (which actually is also a sort of character, as I'm beginning to realise haha). But I'm still counting my chickens before they hatch- if my father gives me a renovation budget of like 1K or something only, I'll be hard-pressed to even afford authentic Venetian blinds, let alone a whole room!