Monthly Archives: August 2015

how i get bullied by primary-schoolers


Dear peeps,


For some reason, I have no problem standing up to adults, teachers, parents, other students, friends (and “standing up” is, in *some* cases a very kind way of putting it), and yet, somehow, I must be subconciously terrified of ten-year-olds.

On the tram on the way to school, there are two that always choose to sit RIGHT BY MY FRIENDS, leaving me the only wonderful option of finding a seat at the other end of the car.

They always get off at the next stop, so then I quietly rejoin the squad, meanwhile receiving judgemental looks from the people who saw my weakness.

So am I a coward? Or is it my good heart that doesn’t want to take away something from a child?





be your lady marmalade #gitchigitchiyahyahdahdah (or ist it creole? lyrics are hard)


Bonjour les peeps,

Soooo, big news, big news: I am now officially allowed to worship Christina Aguilera.

das right, gurl

I mean, obviously, it’s not like I harvested all her songs as my guilty pleasure anyway, or anything…..


But my mother used to frown upon her – why, I cannot fathom – until RECENTLY, when she at last discovered the major queen-ness of her being.

did i just? yes i did. you heard it.

And of course, this means that our last few evenings have been a totally fabulous combo of these two videos:

Ain’t No Other Man

marylin monroe + voice of sex goddess from hades = aw yeah byotch

Lady Marmelade

four gorgeous women in lingerie, so tbh, even guys should appreciate this

I dare you to give me one. Good. Reason. Why this is not a drop of magic fallen from the stars. #ohwaitsheISastarbadummtsch

And yet. And yet.

There is one person. One who disagrees.

To that person, should they read this: We are no longer friends.

And you’ll be missing out, because these songs are the only ones I’ll be singing for the next few days (weeks, months), and obviously, I sound exactly like Christina, so just. Just. Whatever, man.



computer space – feeding the addiction


Hi peeps,


Recently, I managed to destroy my trusty childhood bed by jumping on it a little too enthusiastically.

Let’s not forget the time I fell off and cut my ear…#yepineverlearn

And, as sad as that is, it was decided that a new bed should be introduced to my teen cave, which wasn’t altogether tragic.

So, as we were browsing the Ikea site, my mother succeeded in convincing me to get a full, queen size bed instead of a single-forever twin.

“Someday you’ll bring someone over and then you’ll be glad.”

That’s right! For the first time in my life, I’ll be able to sleep next to my love without pushing them off the bed!

I have to say, Mom, I’m flattered, because I suppose she’s imagining something like this:

I mean, you get it.

When in reality, we know which love I’m talking about.

Hahahahahahaha just kidding, i use windows, obviously.


Look at those love-stricken eyes.

It’s supposed to arrive on tuesday, and you bet I’ll be taking brag pics.✌ 😎




Sit on my stuff please.


To the lady who mistook my school stuff for a seat cushion,


Walks into an almost empty tram, sits down right next to me while i frantically pull my bags out from underneath her, doesnt grace me with a hello – or a glance, for that matter. Sits in silence, glaring into space, the entire way.

Well ok…




hair like a disney princess (hint: no)


dear peeps,

grammar and pics are probably going to be shit in this post (because im raging it onto my iphone rn)


do you have curly hair? then you can guess what is about to be said (typed furiously onto tiny keyboard)

do you not have curly but have seen someone with “curly” (frizzy) hair?

this is a GOOD version (awesome actually)

let me explain why.

its too challenging to take care of for anyone who does not have the utmost determintion not to look like an oily/bushy hag.

or give up and wear cela.


well i got my hair cut today, and because i was feeling upbeat and adventurous, i said (yes i actually said this): “you can just dry it naturally, no straightening”

did you just…

*a moment of silence while the nature of my stupidity sinks in*

the hairdresser was of course thrilled to have my “exciting” hair to play with. note: play.

after cutting, in went about fifty different products (curl cream, mousse, “anti-frizz” conditioner, and “nutritioner” or whatever-she-called-it were just a few…)

having mild doubts, yet being the naive *twit* that i am, i said nothing.

then the diffuser was pulled out of a drawer – and did i hear dust being blown off ot it?

needless to say, i looked like a crispy, greasy, bird-nesty queen from the…future? when we go through the next dark ages?

“do you like it?”

biting back tears, i stared into the mirror. (i suppose the good thing would be that i was giving myself r-patz cheeks #sosexy)

“well, its um…curly”

“i think its extremely flattering”

“its…different than usual”

“oh. shall i blow it straight?”

“maybe, thatd be nice, thank you”

so, me sitting there with my face the color of, well, an embarassed face, her pretending not to be offended, i waited for the magic disney styling to finally happen, as it usually does.

bring it on!

but oh, whats this? a blow-dryer, i see.


not wanting to cause any further complications, i did my best to zone out and ignore the massacre that was happening before my eyes.

so, looking beautiful, i got up to pay, and found out that the careful treatment i had received was going to cost me almost 20.- more than the original price.

im going to wash my hair (for the third time today) and cry in the shower now.

judge me, i dont even care. *sniff*



p.s. ok so i ended up editing it on the tablet and adding pics.

Encouraging Thunder Award *magestic rumbling* – why i must obsessively hack around on my keyboard :)


Darling peeps,

It is my last night before senior year, and I’m trying my best not to have a mini panic attack as I type. I want to share a last thing with you now, before I sink into the pit of despair (=stress) that will be my graduation paper.

I have been nominated by the lovely Pooja for what is called the “ecouraging thunder” award!


*hums “my favorite things” to self*

These are the rules:(copied straight out from her cool blog, hehe – ditto, dear :P)

  1. Thank the person who nominated you (checkaroo).
  2. Include the award’s logo (sankiu again ˆˆ).
  3. Nominate other blogs.
  4. List the reason(s) you started blogging.

Alors, my nominees are:







And this, me loves, is why I entered the blogosphere:

When I was eleven, my teacher set us the assignment to write a short story every week. And of course, being the…special…child that I was, my first story was all about a nine-year-old boy who manages to get stuck on the ceiling during a particularly rough game of dodge-ball in gym class.

The boy’s name was Karl, and the story was a hit. I continued to write about Karl and his misadventures (always reading them out loud to my class-mates, because at age eleven one has no shame) for the following two years – until primary school ended. And then, as I started middle school, I was left staring into a void of non-readership, no one to write for. It was a dark two years of my life.

This may or may not be the cause of my incredibly unique fashion choices in that period, but let’s not dwell.

yes, brightly colored eye-shadow with no mascara was, sadly, one of them

Then, I discovered a new light: the school’s semi-annual magazine! With great relief, I poured my heart into a single article every six months, until recently, when even this could no longer quench my thirst for fame and recognition.

So I started Penny Shares Too Much, with the intention of slowly building up an audience that I can provide with tidbits for all eternity.

And now I sit here, quietly hoping that no one unfollows me for this blatent honesty.

sure, penny, tell yourself this

Actually, no, I really do hope that you enjoy what I write, and if anyone has opinions that will shock and offend me, hell, I’ll even be thrilled to see those in the comment section!

I suppose everyone writes for their own amusement to a certain extent, but don’t we all want our voice to be heard?