Uhm.
Few things happened lately.

I CUT MY HAIR(:
AND IM LOVIN IT.
REALLY REALLY LOVIN IT.
LOL.
It is layered from the TOP part of my hair all the way down.
AND ITS HELLA CHIO CAN.
MUAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA.


See the top part of my hair?
The layers start from the top man.
HOW SHIOK IS THAT, SINCE I BLOODY LOVE MESSY HAIR.
LOL
My mom said my front view like not much difference.
But for my side view and back view, it's a whole different story OKAY!

CHECK THIS OUT.


I KNOW. MY HAIR FTW. I KNOW I KNOW, STOP IT I'M SHY.
HAHAHAHA.


Received my photos from the photoshoot.
Was generally happy with the pics lah.
Will post some of em up when I have the time to scan em lol.


LITTLE LUCKY JUNIOR x3
Lemme start from the beginning.
I was on my way to the gym when something very very VERY tiny caught my eye.
I squinted my eyes and squatted down to look at it.
Then I realised it was a snail!
A BABY ONE!
IT'S SOOOO TINY!
And and and,
it's shell was broken.
My heart shattered when I saw it, struggling with the broken shell bits on it's tiny body.
I noticed the main part of the shell wasn't really broken yet, only got a crack.
But the outer part is broken.
and I slowly and gently took off some broken shell bits that was piercing into it's body.
I held it on my palm you see.


CHECK OUT HOW TINY IT IS.
Look at my fingers, then look at it.
It's ADORABLE!
Yeah about the yellow fluid that it gives off, it's pretty disgusting and it sticks to my skin.
But gah, I quickly brought it back home to nurse it.
Put it on a leaf, and dab some water on the leaf to make it feel comfortable.
Went to the gym and came back, checking on the snail now and then.
Then before I prepare to go out,
I MADE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE.
I asked my maid to take care of it for me.

I trusted her.
She KNEW how much this tiny snail meant to me.
How much I was willing to give to nurse it back to health,
to let it experience life.
I wanted to bring it out with me but I was afraid people will mind although I don't.
I named it Little Lucky Jr.
I went out, giving her advice like to check on it once in a while to make sure evrything's okay and dab some water if it gets dry.
It was still fcking healthy and fine when I left.

When I came home,
The first thing I asked was the snail.
And my maid SMILED, and said "Hahaha ants started coming."
And I was shocked and scared already, and I said "Then?"
"I tried to change the place, but they kept coming."
I got pissed, and said "Then?"
And she laughed out loud and said "More and more came!"
I was already seething in anger when she said that.
Injured baby snail leh!
WITH A WHOLE BUNCH OF HUNGRY ANTS WTF.
Rushed home, ran to the place.
The whole snail was covered with ants.
I got sooo mad and ecstatic I just run the tap over the leaf, holding the snail in my palm and wash away all the ants.
Yeah it wasn't really the ants fault for eating it but yeah, I was really pissed and upset.
When I really took a close look at the snail, More than half of it's body was gone.

I felt soo regretful and upset and angry I just burst out crying, then later sobbing, still holding that tiny snail.
I felt useless.
I felt like a total failure.

Cooled down.
Figured out there's nothing else I can do except to let it rest in peace.
Put it in an air-tight plastic bag and put it in a box.
Gonna bury it tomorrow, which is today.

Sigh.
Sometimes my nuturing habits do make me do weird things like this but I just can't help it.
I feel so sorry for that snail, and I blamed myself for everything.
I shouldn't have left it at home.
I shouldn't have.
Maybe things would be different.
I'm not trusting her with anything else anymore, ESPECIALLY ANYTHING THAT BREATHES, IS VULNERABLE AND NEEDS EXTRA CARE. -.-

My maid didn't even fcking said sorry to me.
Fuck her.

Sigh.

Today I went out with Amanda.
And it was hella fun.
I will update you guys on the details after I get all the pictures! :)
Thanks Amanda!
xoxo.

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Ello, the name’s Sherena.
I’m Nineteen this year & am lovin’ it.
I’m a Cancerian.
Imma bookworm.
I close ranks in suspicion & coldness toward outsiders.
That doesn’t mean I’m unsociable, just that for me, there is a time to socialize and a time to be solitary.
I’m appreciative of art and literature, and especially of drama, where the spectacle and ebb and flow of action and feeling particularly excite me.
I have a retentive memory, particularly for emotionally laden events which I can still recall in detail for years afterwards.
I’m too easily influenced by those I love and admire, & can be swayed by the emotion of the moment.

I am never one to patiently pick up
already broken fragments & glue em back together again
& tell myself that everything would be as good as new.
What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it
as it was at it's very best than try to mend it
& see the broken pieces as long as I lived.

Love is what all of us are born with.
Fear is what we learn throughout the years.
I believe that the spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear & prejudices
& the acceptance of pure love back in our hearts.
Love is truly the essential reality and our purpose in life.

And to be consciously aware of it,
to really take the risk,
give our all and experience love in ourselves & others,
is the real meaning of life.

Meaning does not lie in things.
Meaning lies in us.