OCTOBER in General

So the whole idea of starting this category called ‘Memorable Month’ came up at 1am on a school night when I couldn’t get to sleep and was looking through my gallery.

I’m thinking, ‘Damn, this is a lot of photographs but I have barely anything to say for them because they’re just, well ah, pretty photographs.’

Then I go to my tumblr and I’m like. ‘Gee, this is a really cute gif but it’s just, well ah, a cute gif.’

AND SO.

I’ve decided to start this category where I compile all those little events in my life that are too irrelevant to write an entire post on, into one really big ‘news flash’ sort of thing.

I’m still thinking of what I can put in, but here’s what I managed to come up with for this month.

Most intellectual tweet:

Best chain-tweet of the month:














Food-related tweet of the month:

Most retarded tweet of the month:

Most socially awkward tweet:

Rage tweet of the month:

Most ‘Emo’ tweet of the month:

Biggest achievement this month:

WENT RUNNING TWICE IN A WEEK!

Tumblr gif of the month:

Emo Tumblr quote/gif of the month:

Most retarded instagram photo:

Weirdest Whatsapp photo received:

Most retarded screenshot of the month:

Biggest Obsession of October:

30 Days Dormant

If you read
What I write

Maybe

You will understand me
A little better.

But you never ask.
You never bother.

Book Review: Wait for You – J.Lynn

Some things are worth waiting for…

Traveling thousands of miles from home to enter college is the only way nineteen-year-old Avery Morgansten can escape what happened at the Halloween party five years ago—an event that forever changed her life. All she needs to do is make it to her classes on time, make sure the bracelet on her left wrist stays in place, not draw any attention to herself, and maybe—please God—make a few friends, because surely that would be a nice change of pace. The one thing she didn’t need and never planned on was capturing the attention of the one guy who could shatter the precarious future she’s building for herself.

Some things are worth experiencing…

Cameron Hamilton is six feet and three inches of swoon-worthy hotness, complete with a pair of striking blue eyes and a remarkable ability to make her want things she believed were irrevocably stolen from her. She knows she needs to stay away from him, but Cam is freaking everywhere, with his charm, his witty banter, and that damn dimple that’s just so… so lickable. Getting involved with him is dangerous, but when ignoring the simmering tension that sparks whenever they are around each other becomes impossible, he brings out a side of her she never knew existed.

Some things should never be kept quiet…

But when Avery starts receiving threatening emails and phone calls forcing her to face a past she wants silenced, she’s has no other choice but to acknowledge that someone is refusing to allow her to let go of that night when everything changed. When the devastating truth comes out, will she resurface this time with one less scar? And can Cam be there to help her or will he be dragged down with her?

And some things are worth fighting for…

Okay, Cherie, deep breaths. 

This is what I’ve been doing throughout this book over:

Cam and his cookies: 

Cam:

Me:

Cam and bringing Avery eggs in the morning: 

Cam: 

Me: 

Cam always asking Avery out: 

Cam: 

Avery: 

Me: 

One of the good things about this story is that there is no Insta-Love, guys! *Confetti*

I was reading this book in a cafe by myself, on the train, bus and in bed. For a good 56% (yeah, I watched for it) of the book, I was smiling like an idiot.

Everything was so sweet. It brought me back to when I still had my BFF with me. Really good times. Gave me warm fuzzies.

When I started to slowly piece together whatever was wrong with Avery, all I could do was try and scream at her through my Kindle, telling her to JUST TELL HIM WHAT’S WRONG ALREADY. But she was like:

And I’m like: 

Then Cam goes around breaking my heart, telling her about his dark past.

I’m like: 

Dammit Avery, tell him what happened to you.

Because you know, HE DESERVES TO KNOW. And she knows she should tell him, but she’s so stubborn and cowardly so she’s like:

And I’m like: 

And you know how books can only go so many ways. Eventually Cam finds out AND HE’S SO HURT BY HER because she PROMISED she’d trust him but OBVIOUSLY she doesn’t trust him enough.

That’s right, I’m protective over Cam because he’s such a good guy and he cares for her so, so much. Heck, he loves her. It’s crazy, okay.

So Cam’s all: 

And I don’t blame him because he doesn’t deserve to be fracking shortchanged of his feelings. 凸ಠ益ಠ)凸

Instead, I’m all: 

Or guy… you know what I mean.

Then Avery sudden realizes what she’s done wrong (LIKE FINALLY) and rushes over to where he is to explain. He actually still lets her in and allows her to explain.

When the story finally unravels I realize that what she went through was kinda traumatizing since she’d only been 14 then. But the guy so obviously loved you. I mean, if he would continually try to ask you out, bake you stuff, bring you home and -Oh my Lornie- cook you breakfast every Sunday morning, you know he’s serious. I mean, if he was shallow and stuff he wouldn’t be so sincere, right? /stillveryprotective

And Avery is all: 

And Cam STILL TAKES HER BACK like:

And then they kiss like: 

And before I know it, I’m screaming (inwardly) and sort of squealing (outwardly) in my bed at 3 in the morning, effectively waking my aunt who shares my room and getting scolded for being up so late/early.

But still: 

I was just so relieved about everything. Like YAY YOU GUYS CAN GO BE HAPPY AND MAKE BABIES NOW.

What I really liked about this book was that everything was wrapped up in the end. Avery was able to find closure with her parents, though I’m sure she could have been a bigger bitch after all that she’d been through. No loose ends! There was even a hint for book two for the relationship between Cam’s bestfriend and sister.

Sister and bestfriend. You just know it’s going to be good. I can’t wait to see more of Cam and Avery too!

Overall, 4 stars. Probably because I didn’t like how Avery reacted when she should have told him and honestly, she dragged it on for too long. I was actually worried for them. Gosh. Too easily attached to fictional characters.

I would totally reread the first half of the book, though!

So guys…

I’M BEING SERIOUS HERE! 

But you know I love you guys, right? :>

Cherie

Back to School Tweets

School has officially started and I am back to hating my life! Just in a different way. I realize that my twitter is more active during school (go figure) and more entertaining (I’m a really boring person) so I thought I’d put you through how crazy and pissed off (mostly pissed off) I get in school.

Most of the conversations are the ones that go through my head because I’m anti social and refuse to make friends with anyone(I’m actually partly seriously about this point). You can guess which are the ones that actually come out of my mouth.

Enjoy, and oh look! Now everyone knows my new twitter ID!

Day #1:








Day #2:









Day #3:



Day #4










Day #5:

And that rounds out the first week of school! Obviously I’m going to be meaner on twitter so you guys shouldn’t follow me. School curriculum is not only a drag but a HUGE rage fest for me. URGH.

I have, however, decided to study for real this time round. It’s gonna be long and hard (twss). It’s probably going to hurt and I’ll be exhausted after the ride(twss) but I’m gonna make it.

I have to if not I’d be as good as expelled for being stupid. Lol.

Attempting to get her name off the ‘Stupid’ list,

Cherie

So I Kind Of Had It Coming

I was scrolling through my emo-tumblr (What? I can’t be the only one.) and read posts from a while back. I only used that tumblr for short rants and sad posts so that was pretty much all it contained.

There weren’t many posts, not because I was happy most of the time(I wish) but because I’d rant on twitter if I could or if my rant was of 140 letters or less. I also had a tendency of forgetting about this blog so… Tsk, who wants to obsess over being sad?

Anyway, here’s a great example of why I need to document my life. Now that I look back at my not too pleasant past, I realized that I kind of had it coming.

I mean look at this. I so obviously know it would be a bad idea but I’m still in fucking denial.

Here’s one where I don’t even realize that I’ve already fallen. I had to applaud myself after reading that. Like, Bravo, Cherie. You’ve really gone and done it this time. You are so fucked.

I’m not sure if I deliberately fell or not. The only thing I remember was feeling really nice and light after I said goodnight to him.

Okay, I know myself well enough so I’d say I probably walked into that one. Doesn’t everyone do it too? The whole ‘I’ll start resisting him tomorrow’ mindset. Similar to ‘I’ll start my diet tomorrow’.

Then I start falling deeper and it just gets worst because the only thing I’ve ever known how to do in my life is emotionally abuse myself.

No one is around because you don’t want to hug anyone else but him, stupid girl.

Then the loneliness kicks in. I can safely say this is the first time I felt stomach-clenching loneliness. This kind of loneliness doesn’t really leave you, in fact I’m constantly reminded of it.

And there you have it. Everything pretty much slips away. I’d be on the side shouting ‘I TOLD YOU SO.’ but it’s not exactly effective when you’re against yourself.

So ladida-dida, a few cuts, scratches, bruises, poems, music and books, I’m here.

Twenty-fucking-thirteen and alone.

Was that the worst time of my life? If you’re talking about when he friend-zoned me, then yes. When he left, double yes. But hey, it wasn’t a too-awful ride, if you take note of the huge time gaps between posts, you should know that I had a really good time with him then.

And it’s actually the longest time I’d been happy.

But yeah, I sort of had it coming. I knew what I was up against, I knew my odds and went for it anyway because I thought I could handle it. I couldn’t. BUT HEY. At least I’d learnt one thing:

That love isn’t fucking overrated.

And that when they said being in love is magical and blind, they fucking meant it.

This is Cherie Sim and I approve this blog post.