Quiet laughter in her eyes: 2 posts in ONE! *peace*
Holy crap. I just realised that if I were in a comic, I'd be super hot! Dude, have you SEEN the chicks on paper? Okay, superheroes and spandex aside, these women certainly look gorgeous.
Take Y The Last Man. Well, from the title you should know where I'm going with this. The comic is littered wit chicks and 'womyn'. And they ALL have totally ripped bodies. Who the hell cares if only 10% of women actually look like that? If I were immortalised in coloured illustrations, I'd want to look pretty tight.
So yea. That's all I wanted to say. That I'd look sizzling in fantasy land. Nigga, please.
Oh and I'm going through that whole phase again. Where I imagine everything happens within those little boxes and everyone speaks with speech bubbles.
ps: Yes Sydney HAS redeemed itself! Even though I had teenage girls scream in my ears (I swear the guy who sold me the ticket didn't believe I was over 18) and my feet are sore, I got to see some great bands perform tonight. Especially All Time Low and Boys Like Girls. DUDE, this is like my wet dream come true! Wakaka.
But I'm like so tired to give a play by play of the event so just believe me when I say it was a blast. And I'm so stuffed up with punk pop and rock that I'm listening to Estrella now.
I am now very happy and content. I shall celebrate by eating a proper meal tomorrow. Haha. *peace*
Make love, like a man. I'm a man, that's what I am yea.
I've always wondered what I'd be like if I were a boy. It's a bit hard to visualise my traits because firstly, I think like a girl and cannot fathom what goes into a boy's personality and secondly, due to random assortment, I could have virtually anything my genes offer me.
Thus, based on my parents, my brother, other family members and my own personality, I've made a list of what I think I'd be like. Yea. Bizzaro. I'm just curious and I've got too much time on my hands.
I won't be that tall. Average-ish. 160-165? Maybe thats short. Haha. But thats based on my mom. I'll have a stocky body like my dad. Buncit sikit and I'll still have an ass. No, seriously, I will. Though not the big bumper you see now. But I'll be cute. Muahahhahaha. I suppose somewhat like my brother. And I'd have facial hair. That's not far off from reality. (oi, bang diri sendiri).
Sarcastic. Funny. Loud. Likes teasing girls (my brother does it aaaallll the time). Smart but Lazy. Control Macho. Even MORE stubborn. Not Romantic but Sweet enough. (I can see all you girls drooling already :P). Even MORE egoistic (is that the same as stubborn? hmm). Perasan Hot (just like my brother and cousins. Hahahaha). Occasionally a jerk who rejects girls. I wouldn't cheat though. It's still a no-no.
I'll probably play sports. I'd probably be good at tennis and badminton and ping pong. I'd probably play futsal occasionally. I'd probably LOVE cars (gross) and FHM (I think Esquire's better). I'd probably have lotsa porn (I'd be a GUY, ALL of them have porn..sorry mom, its true). I'd probably smoke. Then again, considering my upbringing, maybe not.
I'd be a bigger geek. I'd read more comics. I'd play more vidgames. I'd be more computer savvy. I'd still be into shoes. I'd still be into food. I'd still be into coffee and hanging out.
I'd get to go out late at night! Aw man, awesomeee!
I'd fall for cute girls. Small, petite ones who laugh hard at my jokes. *snorts*
Okay. I'm bored already. And theres just too much to sum up. But I swear I'd be a great catch if I were a guy (its that perasan hot act coming up). But really, I'm glad I'm a girl. I mean, you have pms as an excuse to be emo. :P
What the hell?? I have zero mood to go out. I don't want to meet anyone. But I'm *expletive* bored at home. I know if I'm left alone like this any longer, I'll start bawling. God, I can hear those irritating thoughts about home gnawing at my brain.
You know what? Whatever. I'm not gonna get what I want so there's no use in pining.
So I'm either gonna sleep now, or eat some chocolate. And I might just watch some sappy flick so that I can *expletive* cry.
And no, I'm NOT gonna take this *expletive* opportunity to think about *expletive* work.
Btw, This isn't pms. This is me being downright cranky and bitchy. Because being angry seems less weak than crying.
Coz our days were numbered by nights on too many rooftops
Yes. Im sunburnt. How was my day yesterday? Let's just put it this way, it got off to a hugely upsetting start and but it ended with a smile on my face. It was good but not great. Because I got in late. And i had tears streaming down my face at the lemonade stand. (Boleh drama lagi tak?)
But hopefully, this Wednesday night, Sydney will redeem itself and provide me with adequate bliss to sustain me till all my sweethearts come back. Which btw, I'm counting down the days till they do. Erin: 29th, Jams: 1st, Arif: 3rd, Fini: 5th, Hawa & Anas: 7th, May: i have NO IDEA..OI BALIK AWAL LAAAAAAA. Faaakk. Its only the 25th now. Daddy don't say anything, you don't want to upset me anymore do you??
I've done a lil grocery shopping. Crackers and Dip! And Smoked Salmon! I'm not in the mood to do anything else. Even all the cute clothes at Bondi Junction couldn't stop me from going home early (okay, so I had a few sneak peeks in some stores :P). I just wanna hang at home, unpack properly, do my laundry and etc. Although I wish I had some of my loved ones to 'temankan' me. They don't have to talk or help. They can just lie down on my bed with a book, or sit at my desk doing their lab reports (coughFATINcough), or play computer games, or listen to music while humming along. Its their physical (Don't get any kinky ideas, Doofus) company I'm craving, just knowing they're there in the same room. Not some intangible presence behind the phone line or computer screen.
Anyway..I've recently discovered that some of my clothes have a weird scent on them. Somehow, it reminds me of a cat peeing on them but they smell more like stale cookies to me. So weird and thus requires me to wash them again.
So, off I go into the wild blue yonder. Good luck to those starting uni or are having tests already. And a huge 'GET WELL SOON' to my pusher. Your soul is still in my pocket, I'll give it back to you after Wednesday night. Ngeh ngeh.
ps: oh and yes, there was just an obscene amount of eye candy at Soundwave. Seriusly, I swear its the asymmetrical haircuts and small tees on the guys.
I do not look for answers in a book. But certain books make me remember. Certain books open up my heart and my eyes. Certain books stir me from my mundane repetitive life.
Who cares if its for prepubescent girls.
They remind me of my Lizzy Bee and my Fizzy Cola. They remind me of my tumultuous relationship with my family. They remind me of the hollowness boys leave. Most importantly, they remind me what it is to love and how to do so.
'She belonged to her friends and they to her' A.B.
I want to introduce you to this girl I know. She's sweet sometimes. Cranky during other times. Emotional too. This girl is weird in many ways.
Before she leaves, she reads old messages of the last time she left. Before she leaves, she already misses where she departs from. Before she leaves, she already cries at the miles betweenher and the people she loves.
This girl doesn't know how to love. She has an idea of it but she doesn't know how to express it. Until of course, it is too late.
She never lives in the moment, she's always looking to the past and regretting the mistakes she's made and re-living the good times like a video on replay.
Today, she missed out on two of the most important people in her life. One flew off to another country, The other turned 83. She now feels like crap. With nicer hair. ('Polish a turd, still a turd' - Peanut).
This girl is of cour...
OI DOROOO..How did u get out of your handcuffs??????? Come back hereeeee....
*beep* Sorry folks, we will return after this commercial break:
Wait, wait. Is it weird to find happiness in being miserable? Is it wrong to say you love someone without actually showing it? I find people singing out loud in their cars funny.
Firstly, if you feel a little squeamish reading literally dirty (as opposed to figuratively meaning sex maniac/kinky-ish) stuff, then please just skip this post. :D
I did a google search on the effects of diarrhoea and coffee and came out with fantabulous results.
Apparently coffee not only causes diarrhoea, constipation and dyspepsia, it also induces premenstrual syndrome. Now that explains ALOT. Especially when it comes to my mom. Ngeh ngeh ngeh.
The caffeine is thought to inhibit an enzyme in your small intestine that 'regulates mucosal secretions'. When the amount of secretions increase, so does the amount of fluid in your stool. (stool rhymes with tool. which is wat my brother is. but i suppose calling him stool is funny too). It is also a diuretic, which means it extracts the fluid from the gastrointestinal region and forces you to pee more. (which will then smell like coffee and which i find very fascinating. This also happens when you eat Rotiboy. :D). Therefore, the tag team of diuretics and diarrhoea inducer will produce a sure fire recipe for dehydration. You'll find yourself going to the toilet more often. Not good.
I will therefore, try very hard not to have anymore coffee (or god help me, milk) for the next few days. Although I'm secretly glad that my loss of appetite and fluids is leading to a shed of kilograms. Yea, I'm an idiot. But I'm also a girl who has thin friends.
Anyway, the diuretics are still working their magic. I'm off to pee.
Distorted Donuts on Lazy Leopards and Jumping Jaguars
I've always wondered what the difference was between leopards and jaguars. Since my memory is worse than my ignorance, I keep forgetting every time I read about it or google it. Yea i know the Jaguar lives in South America and has a penchant for monkeys (maybe I made the last fact up) and the Leopard inhabits Africa and Asia. But how do you tell them apart? (Just in case I can tell forest rangers which one bit my hand off)
Jaguars for one, are stockier than leopards. They also have spots INSIDE the rosettes on their bodies. What the hell are rosettes you ask? Those ring like things that look vaguely like distorted donuts. And jaguars also have a car named after them. Which I would very much like for my birthday thank you.
Leopards on the other hand, are more agile and nimble. They have normal rosettes and a longer tail to keep their bodies in balance. Apparently leopards have their own car as well. Which is from Sweden, of all places.
Now when random assortment takes place and melanistic genes appear, these big cats will undergo mutation and tadaaa! Panthers are born! Most feline species are able to go through to this mutation and its a common misconception that it is its own species. And they're not all fully black. Some are chocolatey brown or rusty in colour. These mutations are most common in jaguars where the allele is dominant and in leopards where the allele is recessive. But just because they're mutants and different, doesn't mean we're allowed to poke fun at them okay kids?
Anyhoo..I'm off to check if Blackie has rosettas under her fur.
Aw Man…I am sooo having a crush on Chris Brown. *heart starts to palpitate*. I have to stop falling for these boyish types.
He IS a boy. And he isn't real Doro. I mean, he is, but he doesn't exist in your social circle.
But I suppose crushing on celebrities is better than falling for real guys right?
How is this better, Doro?
Yea well, when falling for guys who don't reciprocate or can't decide what to do or go on and break your heart anyway is more realistic than actually being in love, then I suppose imaginary flings could be satisfactory enough.
What the hell. Doro, have you gone insane?
Possibly I have, considering I'm talking to you.
You mean considering you're talking to yourself.
Yeah. Exactly. Hm.
Can I kick the sappy crap out of you now?
Yeah. Just a minute. Milo Ventimiglia's on the phone.
Sigh. *punches the daylights out of Doro*
I'm sorry folks, Doro won't be coming back anytime soon. I shall be taking over for the time being. So no cheesy, sentimental and sickly sweet bullcrap for say, 2 weeks? *peace*.
ps: Our winter break theme song won the rap collaboration grammy. So now I'm singing Ella, ella eh eh eh in my head. And imagining penguins dancing to it. Somehow, If singing it keeps popping out in my head. Memorrrrrieeeeeeessssss....oooof(Sheera punches Doro again).
Its hotter indoors. I have the huge urge to take a walk around my neighborhood. But the chances of a rapist or parang wielding maniac attacking me is pretty high. That or being chased by rabid dogs in heat. Gross.
I just finished reading Curtis Sittenfeld's The Man of My Dreams. I really should stop identifying with her characters. Its bad enough Hannah can't get a boyfriend. I'm so sucked into this book that I'm considering diagnosing myself with depression (i don't mean to be rude or insulting). But seriously, I love Sittenfeld's books. I've also read Prep. I know to some it's probably a far cry from the truth but sometimes I think I'm more like the protagonists in her novels than ones you find in pink covered chick lits. They're so impossible to be with because they themselves are determined to be impossible. They're inept at flirting and not obviously attractive. That's why they can't have normal relationships with guys. Muahahahaha.
Anyway...there are a few quotes from the book that I like but these two stick out the most:
"Why not assume from now on, until you have evidence to the contrary, that every man you meet finds you irresistible"
"...I wonder if they are the only three in the world: the man who is with you completely, the man who is with you but not with you, the man who will get as close to you as he can without ever becoming yours." -Goddamit I BLOODY HATE the last one-
Okay, it's still bloody hot. But every time I turn on the AC I imagine the heat waves eroding the ozone layer. Yea, I know that it's weird and not even scientifically correct but I can't help it. So I resist. But since I don't live alone and questionable sleepwear is not an option I give in. Hahaha.
ps: Chris Brown is such a cutie pie. I can't believe I've sunk down to a fourteen year old's standards!
If you want the Best Pizza in KL head on down to Plaza Damas in Hartamas. Sure Pizza serves scrumptious pizza with moist, fresh toppings on a crispy crust base. The 'sambals' that you put huge dollops on the garlic bread are also glorious!
Now, this place not only holds amazing Italian fare. It also happens to retain many fond memories of my time in Intec. This is where Firamir used to bring me and Intan whenever we needed our gossip fix. :D. I wish I could just have more of those days. Intan I get to see at least 3 times a year, Firamir I'd be lucky to catch him once. I suppose being in different continents play a part in widening the gap between us. Ah Well.
Yes, the pioneer of all my UBER CLOSE guy friends is deeply and sorely missed. No one else is going to search around KL for good food with me.
Owh Man, less than 2 weeks to go til Sydney...I of course, don't want to leave this place but I can't wait to be jumping about to All Time Low. Hee...
ps: Jeez, Happy Feet makes me want to own my own penguins. Grr...
Coz if i got you, I dont need money, I dont need cars...
I was contemplating putting up an emo post. But the internet broke down so LUCKY YOU! Hahahahaha....
Well, that phase dissipated with the surge of new hormones and the glee accompanying Chris Brown's dimpled boyish smile. And finally picking up the guitar.
So I'm pushing those upsetting thought out of my head until the day it makes its unwelcome arrival. But I shall say one thing. I'm still sticking to that tiny resolution. The one unannounced and undisplayed. I will make you proud. InsyAllah.
I'm in the midst of 'Man of My Dreams' and a full blown shopping spree. I am wondering why I get myself into the same situations every time. I am trying to do what's smart than what's gratifying. I suddenly have a craving for hot dogs. Hmm...
Btw, 'With Love, Down Under' was a huge success Alhamdulillah and Ayin's birthday surprise was a Blast! Huhuhu..Wei Hon's foosball war cries are still resonating in my ear. I heart my friends. ALL of them. And I heart my ever so supportive family. Tee Hee.
Sorry. I couldn't resist. Because I'm in sappy mode + Pms-y mode + half asleep mode. Don't patronise me. I know you people do this sorta crap too. Selamat Malam! :D
A dash of Disney, a sprinkle of pop punk, lashings of sweet treats, a pinch of superheroes, bundles of laughter and a tinge of crankyness.
All wrapped up in a pretty package that resembles the Cookie Monster.
Also self proclaimed Princess of Le Cupcake Kingdom
People I love. Music. Sweet treats. Singing animals. Movies. Princes. Books. Fables. Hindustan Heroes.
Sinks my Ship
Rude people working in hospitality and sales. Long queues. Idiots CUTTING long queues. People who Patronise.
Wishlist
To finally figure out what I'm meant to do. To travel the world. To eat anything without gaining ungodly amounts of weight. To get my happily ever after. :)
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