My yellow book.

  Her way of life made me wonder, "Why didn't I think of that before?". She makes clutter seem tidy, dust seem cleanly and hard seem easy. Despite everything she have been through in life, yet her charming smile never fail to help others. Well, what does not kill you makes you stronger, right? She is my solid support system I thank God for everyday. I have, as it were, the greatest sister on this planet.

  They call us twins, but we are not. Her four square glasses above her raisin eyes tore our resemblance apart, and her height made it seem like I am the elder sister. But I did not mind at all, it was fun being the taller one. Much to my believe, her habit of eating basically anything at all made her cheek chubbier and her body, curvier. Certainly she does not plan to hit the gym anytime soon because according to her, it will never work out.

  What makes her my inspiration? I remember she told me once, "Every answer has its question but not every question has its answer." But to this, it is a whole different story. It is merely impossible to put it in words better yet sentence. What she goes through in life is way complicated because sometimes, things are harder than you thought, deeper than it seem and larger than it is. Till today, not a single regret was felt and all she does is thank God for the life she have given. What is the point of crying over spilled milk when you have better things ahead of you?

  She was over the moon when I step into this world seventeen years ago. She knew exactly what her duty was and since then, she took care of me whenever I am sick. Goes through lengths to protect me from getting yelled at by my parents. Compose a tactful silence if ever I got caught. Manage to teach me additional maths although she have forgotten half of it. And, last but not least, advising me and guiding me.

  It have become a challenge when I grew slightly older and matured. All the playing games or stealing each others toy begin to fade away and now all that is left, is guiding me towards making decisions in life. Never knew that one day I would lay beside her in her room and slowly queried, "What should I do?" and as always, she would advice me. However, there is times where my stubbornness creep in and refuse to cooperate and, as expected, I would regret not listening to what she have to say. It have always been this way since there is things I feel uncomfortable to dwell on it with my parents.

  A few impression stand out vividly from the first time I felt moved by her. My father summons me to the room and told me everything what my sister have said. Becoming a doctor or a lawyer have always been my father's choice, and still is, until my sister successfully changed him from hindering my success, in something I love about. "She is more of a creative person instead of 'by the book', let her be what she wants and trust me, she will succeed in life." That brought tears to my eye. In order, therefore, not to be emotional I remain nonchalant and still in disbelief that my sister, the one who tease me, slaps me occasionally, refuse to talk to me for days and fights with me would be the one to turn my dreams into reality.

  Being two years elder than me never distance our relationship, instead it brought us closer. Never mind her hectic schedule, she will always be there for me whenever I needed her. At first, I thought writing about her was going to be a difficult task but somehow, it felt right. She knows me better than I know myself, my strength and weaknesses, laugh at TV shows together, share the same dream, dance to the same song and even love the same band. She is not just my sister, she is my best friend and I love her to death.

Pain Killer.

 

  The ultimate reason why we often find "Partying" a getaway because, simply, life is a mess. There is times where we need to unleash yourself and have fun. Which, in my book, never existed. Thanks to my not-so-brave instinct, I can't do it.

  That temptation to have a sip of vodka, party away, dance till we past out or even just one shot of tequila is stronger than an attracted magnet. Just something to get this "clutter" in my life forgotten, even for just one night.

  Everything does happen for a reason and in this case, it's nothing unusual. I don't see a better solution than this... I might sound cliche but the truth is, I can't take it anymore.

 

From Drab to Fab.

  Maybe not exactly Fabulous but I'm working on it. Before 2012 came uninvited, I was locked up in Fashion crime because whatever I feel like is gorgeous actually isn't. Most of my clothes in my closet are actually tacky and low looking but yet, people find it rather interesting. Some of them of course. Besides, I prefer wearing something more comfortable than risky. I was afraid people might judge me, so why not blend in.

  But no more. What's the point of being safe anymore? If I want to stand out, I have to create a stand out piece. That proud moment you'll have when your outfit turns heard, not a bad way of course -If so, I might be wearing shorts with tight, so 2009- I mean in a more Fashionable way.

Siti and I. Both wearing mullet skirt and I totally love it ! Mullet skirt is in trend now. 

-On her Birthday celebration,2012-

  Mullet skirt is a rather tricky one. If you paired it with a wrong top, you'll look more of a 'trying to be fab' instead of actually are one. Yet, it's risky and fun... that is what it's all about.