wedges pumps are fuglies.
alcohol please. and the rubbing kind.
a friend of mine, seeing how crazy I am sanitizing everything in public with hand sanitizer came out with the brilliant idea that I should buy a small spray bottle and fills it up with rubbing alcohol since it’d be more cost effective for me if I plan to sanitize everything in public.
and I listened to his suggestion.
and I mix the rubbing alcohol with some essential oil, either peppermint or orange.
I am so glad about his suggestion and grateful, now I spray liberally in public with my spray bottle and the air smells good and everything around me sanitized up to a point.
In prosperity our friends know us; in adversity we know them.
sometimes a blessing comes at the most unexpected place
*coming home, run to the landlord*
“Evening! Oh, while I am remember, I have to pay the rent money on monday/tuesday because this week, I’ll be too busy to stop by at the bank during teller hours.” [why yes, I pay cash for my rent]
“You know, tell you what, I am waiving your rent next month. Just for one month, you understand.”
*jaw dropping*
“Are you sure? You mean I don’t have to pay rent next month”
“Yes, just for the month of June. Because you have been such a good tenant throughout these years.”
tearing up, “Thank you!!!”
Unexpectedly, my landlord made my night. A blessing comes knocking, bringing me happiness and joy out of nowhere.
All the more rare because this is New York City. A city more known for a dog eating dog place.
where it diverges
“Are you ever able to see yourself going back and living there for good?”
“No. “
“Not for anyone?”
“… “
“I see.”
“I am sorry.”
omg, I hate hate hate the weather. can’t even feel the cool air from the ACs.
freaking humidity.
I so need to find a job where it’d allow me to take vacation for the whole three to four months of the unbearable summer and travel else where it’s cooler.
one’s mind is so warped up if one thinks the act of killing oneself successfully = brave
batshit
the bats are meddling in my mind again. that dark cave is opened wide inside me.
well, hello, bats, my old friends.
if I were to have three wishes from a genie, one of them would be to have Nobu Matsuhisa as my personal chef or to eat at his restaurant for the rest of my life.
I always leave his restaurant with a happy smile on my face. Happy. happy. happy. even happier than after dining at Per Se.
