About Me

20. Physics student. Israel|Thailand. Known for my love of cereal. And colours. Preferably colourful cereal. I have a thing for writers and dancers.
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In which Hadas realises she’s not a very good person, after all.

I never said I was perfect. I know I have my flaws. I can be jealous as hell, I’m a perfectionist (about both myself and others), I can be selfish and inconsiderate sometimes (others say I’m not, but they don’t live in my head). I’m childish and can be whiney and not the least bit modest. But I always thought that when it came down to it, I was a Good Person who would do the ‘right thing’. Until yesterday.

Last week I met a very awesome dude. We bonded straight off. He did tell me he has been with his girlfriend for 3 years now, and I did tell him I wasn’t exactly the straightest knife in the drawer. So boundaries were clear. Nothing happened between us, I didn’t want anything to either. The most that did was him carrying me home on his shoulders.

Then, last night my friend tells me she has seen a picture of said event. Bless her soul she was so gentle and sweet about it, but she said if her boyfriend did that she wouldn’t exactly like it. I told her what he told me: that his girlfriend is ok with it. She has her guy friends and he has her girl friends and they trust one another. We also spent a while talking about his girlfriend- they’re super sweet together :)

However, I also realised I wouldn’t have cared if it wasn’t so. The way I see it, it’s the couple’s problem and not mine. I’ve been there before, in a situation where someone was cheating on their boyfriend with me. I don’t feel guilty about it. Never have. Don’t see why I should, when everything was mutual between us. Sure, if there was some sort of seduction initiated by me, I probably would have. But not otherwise. Not if the other person was coming onto me. Long story short, I don’t think is a very ‘good’ attitude to have, and I do feel bad for not feeling bad (huh? xD), but I just can’t see it any other way. Any thoughts?

Everything is beautiful and everything hurts

Seriously. It’s such a nice day out there, and I’m here coughing and freezing to death with a thorough body ache.

I’ve already spent 5 hours outside today and going to a friends’ house tonight too.

REST IS FOR THE WEAK! *coughs out a lung, dies tragically*

On the down side, I think I failed this exam I just had

(the one that I-thought-was-on-Thursday-but-was-actually-today)

On the other hand, I think it wouldn’t have mattered if I studied 2 extra days. So at least I didn’t waste time.

Ugh. I hate the fact that I turn into a bumbling mess around pretty girls.

failure-to-communicate:

you and me both haha

Me: “Uh uh uh…” *sticks hand in own hair and mess with it a bit* “Hey.” *walks off, not before pausing awkwardly*

Later, when out of sight:

(Source: lorilovesowls)

Reblogged from Beautiful Disaster

I just came to realise that I have a lot of unnecessary hair.

As in, on my head, growing out of my scalp. It’s wayyy too thick. And yes I know I’ll be grateful when I’m old and not balding (assuming I live past 30 that is) but right now it’s just… A lot.

When I get cold my hands turn grey and look dead.

It’s strange.

I don’t even have to be cold. I just has to BE cold in the air, and voila. Corpse.

Somehow my lab instructor got onto my gtalk contacts.

He’s really cool and I like him but not when I have a lab due the same day.

I feel like he’s sitting there and watching me with a teacher look on this face.

I have an aversion to large quantities of mayo

I love the taste. But for example I don’t buy any because it comes in tubs and it makes me sick.

I blame Date Movie.

Sneezing can be really fucking painful

Like if my head is resting on my knee. When I surprise-sneeze like that it feels like I’m cracking a rib D:

Those times I go back like 100 posts on Tumblr and go on a liking and reblogging rampage

And people probably think I’m stalking them and/or am insane.

Fun!

My mum be awesome

Having lunch, a bunch of my friends joined my mum and I. As soon as we leave, my mum’s all, “SHE WAS SOOO CHECKING YOU OUT! :D” referring to the friend who was sitting next to me xD

(Irrelevant: I didn’t notice and think my mum is seeing things, but then again I AM notorious for not being able to tell someone likes me unless they blatantly state so.)


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