Hid, short for something, hates leaving her comfort zone and being queer. She speaks strange sometimes, like she's suffering from chronic word vomit, and always the wrong kind of words.
She's just about done with picking up girls but still actively avoiding the male species like the plague. All except for one. Because she never could and never will.
Partial to blueberry bagels with cream cheese, hazelnut vanilla frap blended cream, Waffle Hut KL's sweet savouries, time-travel romantic flicks, Moet & Chandon and everything about her boyfriend (including his ability to snore like a warthog regardless of place, time and the amount of sleep he's had the night before). Love is, unfortunately, both blind AND deaf.
