Think, Christy! Think!

7/12/2017 - Week One Around a week ago, I came across this video of a 13 year old girl (She was 13 when the video went up, as she stated) giving a tip on how to grow your breast, naturally. Of course, the video didn't just pop up in my 'Recommended', I actually searched up 'how to grow boobs' on Youtube. If you are close to me in real life, you know that I am pretty insecure of my small breast size, and it seems as though they haven't grown since I was thirteen. Now, as I am heading towards my very late teens, I am doing all the readings and researches on how to enlarge my chest - still taking the advantage of my puberty.   The recipe she shared in the video is excruciatingly simple and easy, I was dumbfounded. Immediately, I doubted on what she had said, but as I read through the comments, and was (also) surprised on how it worked out well on majority of the people.  I looked across the kitchen, and my eyes sat at the bottle of Pueraria Mirifica capsules

Growing up, I had been an extremely soft speaker. I remember teachers and elders would scrunch their eyebrows and lean their ears towards me whenever I had squeaked out an inaudible of mumble of answer. That doesn't happen to me anymore. Instead, I have to attempt to lower down my voice when I am talking to them. “What I hate about Christy the most?” One of my friends repeated the question in a The Answer Is Simple tone. “That's easy! It's the fact that I can barely hear anything she ever says.” Based on true experience. Through years of being told that I have a quiet voice, the statement did not offend me a single bit. It was a part of me that I accepted, though it annoyed some others. I embraced my gentle vocal anatomy, and I was even proud enough to say that it contributed to my innocently dumb and ignorant, Snow White-esque nature at that time. And then, college came along, rolling in endless assignments, group-works and presentations. It was not a problem for

Falling in love is such a common dream, isn't it? Of course, I was no exception. I dreamt of a person sweeping my feet off the ground, sending me the wonderful electric jolts and making all my unrealistic expectations in life come true, taking my hazardous city life away to a beautiful, serene small town and we live happily ever after. Even until now, I will still do anything for my Fairy Godmother if it takes her to swish-and-swoosh this young dream into my reality. How I wish that a love life can go as smoothly and perfectly as we had imagined before acknowledging the rough patches to spark and maintain an intimacy. A lovely fairytale bedtime story. If there's one thing about me, is that I am a CRAZY dreamer. I have always loved reading fictional stories, and enjoy creating and developing characters (or, as fanfiction content creators call it ‘OC’s), visualising the lowest possibilities and making up the plot of my future plans. As you can probably puzzle it up, th

(I am not good with Old English.) Hi... Hello- heyy, oh that’s it, who am I trying impress? I am awful with greetings and introductions - something I am able to judge myself from years of ‘public speaking’, assignment presentations and giving polite acknowledgements to elders. Yes, note the quotation mark on ‘public speaking’, and hopefully, one day I can have the balls- I meant, the right frame of mind to explain the floaty symbols I direct whenever I speak of that phrase. An introduction to my new blog… Right, which brain cell of mine was responsible for coming out with this idea? My head is full of knots and tangles, forcing a smooth eloquent paragraph to spill out of my brain-hole. It’s not going on as well as I had idealized, if you haven’t noticed. This leads me to wonder if anyone will ever want to follow and read the articles of assorted rambles posted by this jug of repulsion-and-brainfart cocktail on her blog. If you’re still reading this, I can bow down and salute