I can't believe half the year has already passed. Not because it feels so short, but because it feels so long. It felt like June would never end. I'm a little disappointed that it did.
What May was as big unadulterated bag of burning dog poop, June was the extinguisher that put it out. Overall, it was a good month.
So here is what I've been doing in June!
I don't want to be a time bomb. Tick. Tick. Tock.
I don't want to bottle up frustration, hide anger and let words stab into me, let the shards stay in me then rip them off when everyone else is asleep. The clock pauses. Then it ticks. Tick. Tick. Tock.
It's too much effort to get angry, and be angry, and stay angry. I say to myself. Let the clock continue to tick. Tick. Tick. Tock. Before it self-destructs.
Let it explode. Fits and screams erupt until cries are left hoarse and breathless. Let it burn. Fire cackles that burns numb flesh. Let the rubble disappear. Stand up, and wipe the waterworks, and wash away the ashes. Let it begin again.
I don't want to self-destruct.
She was born from purpureus smoke. Shrouded in pale dust and ash, she sits on a throne made of spikes and lifts a gentle hand. Sand and soot swirl around her fingertips, transforming into silhouettes of songs. Faceless figures arose, shadows that bent to her feet.
With a swat of her wrist, they vanished. They obeyed, they worshiped, they feared. They watched her burn in sweltering flames. Watch her rise from their screams.
“Brave isn't something you are. It's something you do.” - Cynthia Hand
Rating || 5/5
Can you consider suicide as a sub-genre of young adult books? If so, then The Last Time We Say Goodbye is the apotheosis.
This book has been passed around my friends. All commending it. It is a tidal wave of emotional turmoil, beautiful aggravation and haunting realism. They were right. It crashes into you, pulling you into its misery and pain until it leaves you curled into a ball covered in pink bed sheets, crying.
It seemed like eons ago when Dresslink approached me, asking whether I would like to collaborate with them. So I browsed through the site, curious. The first thing you would notice is the wide range of clothes and accessories for the ridiculously cheap.
Many, many bloggers have worked with them to mixed-to-positive reviews. Some enjoyed the experience, some did not. I would be lying if I said I wasn't skeptical at first. My mother convinced me to give it a try.
So I picked a few of my favourite pieces from the site to show you.
I'm a Muslim. I say that statement, not of pride or pious, but nonchalantly. My Muslim status doesn't affect blogging, nor does blogging affect my Muslim status. I'm not a Muslim blogger, I'm a blogger who just happens to be Muslim. I don't feel the need to remind people in every other blog post but it's part of who I am nonetheless.
That said, I wish you a Happy Ramadhan.
I've collected a handful of Catrice Ultimate Colour Lipsticks to review, dating back from my first haul in June. I don't like to review products of any kind unless I feel like I've used them enough. Suffice to say, a year is a good amount of time to use products.
Just like its sister brand Essence, Catrice is a hit-or-miss brand. Their mascaras are a dream but their eyeliners are crap. Their foundations are amazing but their concealers are horrid. They are either the best or the worst products on a budget. Their lipsticks are no different.
Thank goodness, their Ultimate Colour collection is fantastic.
Two OOTDs in a week? Man, I am on a roll.
Let me just applaud anyone who can wear heels for more than three hours. Yes, they make your walk look amazing and your legs fantastic but is it really worth it when you have to sit every ten minutes? My calves are still sore.
I wanted a cat hat with cat ears so I made another hat. A Kit Kat Hat. I love it, it's adorable and no one can have it unless you fight me. You will lose.
Why did I name it Georgina's Hat? Named after Georgina Paws, the youngest female in the litter of kittens. She died tragically last week. We woke up on day and found torn in half by a stray dog at night. Rest in peace, angel. I'm sorry I was too scared to hold you.
This is how the cool kids dress like right? Leather jacket, skinny jeans, graphic t-shirt and a beanie. I wish that I could be like the cool kids. All the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
This is also the only picture of my shoes. Why? Before taking these shots, I hurdled through deep puddles then had a cup of Coca-Cola spilled on these nice shoes at the mall. It's been a week, I still don't know how to clean them.
It's a recurring joke around my circle of friends that I'm just a grandmother stuck in a seventeen year old body. Always knitting a hat or a scarf, or some weird item to give or keep. In May, I decided to venture into something I have never done before. Design my own hat pattern.
"No, Bash. It is not cool to develop your own knitting pattern based on a fictional character from the Marvel Cinematic Universe...It's just dorky, and a little sad." Said my good friends.
Well, jokes on them because the hat came out pretty darn cute.
Well, I am exhausted. Mentally, physically and emotionally drained from my body.
That's how I would describe May in a nutshell. Alright at the surface but hurting you inside. So I'm happy June has come along. A little calmness back into life. Exams are almost over and afterwards, I'll return to a bit of normalcy.
But till' that happens, here is an overview of my May.
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