I hate to break it to you babe
But I'm not drowning
There's no one here to save
Who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
(King of Anything, by Sara Bareilles)
A smirk turns up at the corner of my lips when I heard this song this morning. Reminds me of a certain someone who craves to be the king of everything. So here's dedicating this song to everyone who knows someone like that.





I feel it ever so subtly. And I see signs of it everywhere lately. I'm watching the mysterious hand of Destiny move before my own eyes.


I have always wondered how the ladies wearing niqab distinguish one friend from another. Is it just by the different abayas they are wearing? Or eye makeup (which I promise you, the Arab ladies does the best eye makeup in the world)? I've asked this question many times to many Arab friends but never got a satisfying answer. Usually the answer is "you just know". As for me, I only try to differentiate them by their abaya's blings or their handbags. So far it works... but once. I approached the wrong abaya-cloaked lady and spoke to her for several minutes before realising she was not the right person I was looking for. Blimey!