And at this moment, my mother is staring at the sea from the hotel room in Bali. Pretty soon she will be sifting the sands through her toes.
I'm just glad there's sunshine today to keep my serotonin levels in check.
I have nothing to bring to the table. Therefore, I shouldn't be caught.
Neil Gaiman just added to my collection of skewed Snow White tales. His is twisted in too many ways. I love it nonetheless. :)
I have resorted to listening to indie pop like Kate Voegele and Ingrid Michaelson. My new playlist, which is best served on rainy days and/or while lying down tangled between the sheets with a good book, consists of them plus Corrine and Yuna. And one shot of Sheryl.
I've found a way to combat the blues! Now I know why Bee likes to run.
I know what to do now every time I feel emo. I'll just take a walk. Either it makes me cry bucket loads and dispense everything that's bothering me or it makes me push everything out and let the endorphins override the emotions. The plus side is of course the scenery and all the calorie burning. And who knew the flora in Kingsford smelled so nice after the rain?
I feel a bit more optimistic now. I'm slightly more okay with everyone leaving. I don't want to make things harder for them so I'm going to smile instead. :D
You see what Anthony Michael Hall (the dude on the far left) is wearing? I'm wearing that now. It's green, fleece lined and is the epitome of comfort. :D And it's only 3 bucks.
It even has a compartment for jam pots! I think I'm in love with it. Sigh.
I've started summer classes. The course is called Physical Fitness and Health. Hahaha. I got brainwashed into taking a 20 minute walk this evening. I didn't know how beautiful the view was from the top of Middle Street until today. Although it was gloomy, the fact that you can see the Sydney skyline on one side and the airport on the other, just made me stop and fully consume the scenery.
I'm craving for some nice macarons and iced chocolate. Tee Hee.
The emo on the bus goes upside down, round and round, up and down.
Tonight was the last night the housemates sat in Ayin's room eating chocolates and laughing. Sindy teared up. Grr. Goodbyes keep getting harder as the days go by. Dec 12 is when Afir leaves for good and Ayin moves out. :S
*shuts ears with both hands* Lalalala
Man, I SO want some Captain Crunch. Anyone know where I can get me some of those in Sydney? I used to eat the Peanut Butter one and those Waffle Crisps back in school. Crud. Now I'm hungrayh.
Want to know how I feel now? Listen to Antonia by Motion City Soundtrack. If you understand what Justin is trying to say then you've got my emotions down to a pat.
Sometimes I don't know why I even bother getting a 60 dollar haircut. It looks just like how it normally would. Just with no split ends.
Today it's Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up and Kate Voegele's It's Only Life.
I think Unagi with Cream Cheese is the most sinful thing I can eat. Can you imagine how clogged my arteries are right now?
I don't want new housemates. I want the ones I have now. Please stay? Pretty please? Well unless of course, the other option is what Sindy suggested, then I'm all for it. :D
This round of PMS is brought to you by the letter B (for bloated), L (for lazyass) and R (for ravenous). It's probably a half truth to say I'm feeling antisocial as well. I think it's more of me just wanting to sleep.
Do you ever get tired of expressing your love for people? Like you know how certain things trigger memories of people you miss and love, or the people you meet everyday. Then you keep gushing mentally about how much you adore them. What if you get tired of doing that and you fall flat on your face? Not to say you don't feel that way about them anymore. You just get so tired of repeatedly tearing your heart out and attaching it on your sleeve for all to see.
Susah asyik beremo ni. I just want to be placid. Word.
Oh, and please, bear with the songs I put on my blog. I know they mostly consist of late 80s and early 90s songs. I can't help it. They make me extremely happy. And they make me feel a tad bit blue. Why? Because I imagine myself in our old car, sleeping on Mummy's lap on the way back to Penang. These are the songs Daddy plays in the car.
That's why, till this day, I have a deep love for that era's pop songs. :D
So yeah. This is my blog, so I feel like sharing them with everyone. :)
It involved rock candies contaminated with ice. As in Methamphetamine. And this cute guy whispering in my ear, warning me about it. He was manning the candy booth and was a bit conflicted with what to do with all the rock candies because he wasn't the one who contaminated it.
There was also a scene where I had to shout out to my girlfriends, "It's not what you think!!!" when they started glaring at me. I suppose they thought I was cheating on my boyfriend. Meh. This is like a conspiracy/mystery la dey.
I woke up thinking 'WTF was that about?'. I haven't had weird dreams for a VERY long time. I used to have a lot during high school and I remembered every single detail about them. But now, they're few and far in between.
Sometimes, when I'm all alone in public, I like to make this emo face. Regardless of my actual current state of emotion, I love making myself dredge up ALL the sadness and project it through my facial expression.
Sometimes my sources for sadness seem very trivial, like old men walking slowly by themselves or mothers and their teenage daughters walking hand-in-hand. They make me feel woozy for some reason and that helps in exercising those tear ducts.
I know, it's a bit weird and wrong. I mean, who goes around FORCING themselves to be sad when they're actually not? But this is like, one of my favourite pastimes. I love thinking at how people would look at me and feel some sort of sympathy.
How is this face you ask? Those of you who have actually SEEN me emo would know. Those who haven't (which I doubt will be many), just imagine eyes on the verge of tears or pretty blank, a small wispy smile and constant stares at the ground or out the window. It's quite fun actually, pretending to be sad when life is truly peachy for you instead.
Oh and of course, I'd be listening to emo songs on my ipod. When I say emo songs, I dont mean by emo bands per se. I'm talking about songs that trigger those tears but Secondhand Serenade is definately at the top of the list. Actually, I can get emo listening to Disney songs too. :P
So that was my confession. But don't worry, I'm generally quite happy. Especially now that I'm officially on Summer break. :D So go out and have fun peeps! I'm off to clean my room. Hoho.
Imagine a house full of 14 girls giggling and shimmying and going all out on the fashion runaway. That was how I spent my Friday night. I <3 you girls loads! :D
I bought a couple of weird clothes at Glebe Markets on Saturday and had that scrumptious Mediterranean Breakfast with Hawa. Hee.
I made Oma proud by testing my kek lapis making skills with Fini on Saturday night, in between Tropic Thunder and 10 Things ('As opposed to being from planet, Look at me, Look at me').
And today, I just walked and talked and relaxed by the beach with Afir. :D Oh maaaannn. I haven't fully relaxed like that for SO long! And I haven't been to Manly for ages as well. Hee. I had a great time, thank you! :D
And now, I'm off to shower and pillage unit 40. Ho! Ho! Ho! (neighbour sorry u tkle pinjam iron)
ps: I am missing Miss Jacinta Lee Hui Chien. She just faced her fears by jumping out of a plane at 14 000 feet. I'm so proud of her! :D
Fooh. Kenyang nak mati. I dumped tuna and spinach into some instant pasta. Hah. Now I feel like a bloated pig.
Another one down. One more to go. In about 20 hours (woot woot!) I'll be free.
Alas. The will to study is still lost in space. Hang on, I'm texting Garuda to pick it up on his way back from dinner on Alderaan.
Please don't leave me because I'm too geeky and weird. And random.
Yaya tagged me to do this. I still don't get the request though. What do you mean by 'good things'? Like what makes you happy ke? Or what you think tastes good ke? Like what's the opposite of everything you despise ke?
Rule: List 5 good things from the top of your head. Do it for the sake of quick updates
1. Exams finishing soon. Like tomorrow.
2. Spending time with the girlfriends.
3. Seeing the boyfriend this weekend. Yayay dapat jumpa after 2 weeks. :D
4. Llama on Monday! Yayay juga!
5. Amy Grant's Baby Baby and Every Heartbeat. When I get home Imma steal Daddy's cd. Har Har.
I vote for Zac Efron as Chase Stein. Who else can play a handsome, dumb jock with such ease? I vote for myself as Gertrude Yorkes, on the account that I have her thighs. And coz Zek says Im whiny. Pah.
Okay enough BS. Im off to study.
ps: Tau la dah habis exam tapi agak2 laaa...orang lain tak habis lagi kotttt...Tak yah la mabs kat bawah tu and main lagu kuat2. Tools.
I believe that experience does not equal maturity.
Some people view things maturely, yet have never actually experienced these events first hand. Sometimes when they eventually do, it messes up their perceptions and they regress to a state of denial and confusion. They form new ideas whether mature or not.
Some people go through so many situations throughout their lives yet their maturity level never moves from the same standpoint. They may claim all the experience makes them wiser but their actions shows otherwise.
I feel like going thrifting.
ps: I just spent the afternoon with this couple. I have never ever felt this comfortable with any pair of lovers. Either because I'm uber close to both of them (the girl is one of my closest girlfriends around and the guy has been my friend even before they got together) or because I don't hang out with other couples enough. Okay Bullshit. I hang around too many couples. But this one (plus another one) is the one I love the most. :) Oh no offence to my other taken friends. Doesn't mean I don't love you or am not happy for you. :B
You know how I feel right now? Like my head is about to burst and gush out little worms and slugs in technicolour. I just want my mommy to rub my back so I can fall asleep faster.
Thank you, for making me jealous. Yeah. You. Yang dah habis exam tu. Atau takde exam langsung.
Seriously, I have had the motivation sucked out of me by one of those psychic vampires. I feel like manure. A heavy pile of manure. How else am I supposed to feel when everyday is filled with studying at a steady pace? How the hell do I find joy in that?
this*clap*is*clap*our*clap*fate I'm*clap*Yours
It's tiring. Ok, I can hear those thoughts in your head. The ones that say, "Puh-leez, everyone goes through the same thing," and also "Once you work, things will get WORSE". Do I look like I CARE what you think? Hell, I'm the one TIRED dammit. And stressed. I can't take a day off coz I've got a lot to study. I'm not gonna cram my brain with 6 lectures a day. That's pure idiocy. 4 lectures I can manage. Barely.
Prince Caspian, please blow your horn and summon me to Narnia?
Okay. I believe I have to come clean with something. I need to get it off my chest.
I know sometimes I try to look like I'm all strong and not easily fazed by these sort of things. I try to act all cool and macho in front of people. I pretend like I know what I'm doing and all the steps I'm taking is right.
However, I know that deep down inside, I'm just as vulnerable as the next girl. I'm not macho. I'm not strong. I'm not brave. I'm insecure.
So here goes, *takes deep breath*:
I'M AFRAID OF SPIDERS!!!!!
I spent the last 20 minutes staring at it, politely asking it to leave telepathically and coaxing it into a tupperware so I can release it outdoors. Unfortunately it escaped at some point and executed some acrobatics only to land on one of my tops. In pure horror I flung it out of my balcony door. The top I mean. It's still out there. I don't know if the spider went with it. :S
I'm sorry spider. I feel really bad. I didn't mean to make you waste your silk. I didn't mean to make you panic in the tupperware. I just don't want you sneaking up on me and planting a fast one. I hope you're enjoying the cool breeze outside.
Just as Malaysians were settling into the trend of indie music and gigs, up pops another craze that's been keeping the teens and young adults busy on most weekends.
I am all for young, independent women carving their names out in the business world, one handmade piece at a time. I adore all their pretty clothes and jewellery and of course their fashion sense which range from simpleand chic to quirky and unforgettable. I admire their willpower and creativity in setting up online boutiques to offer such fantastic products at cheap prices.
Here's the catch. It's just another one of those fads that will fail to entertain those highly fickle teenagers in 6 months time. And, it's really funny to have the masses dressing in outfits that were previously thought of as daggy and individualistic.
Hell, you're not cool and different anymore when 12 of your friends dress up in granny 'vintage' clothes like you. The only statement you're making is that of fashion follower/victim than of a pioneer. Okay, you can tell people you started the trend, but when they see 9 other people in the same room wearing the same style, do you really think they'd believe you?
Haha. Relax. We're all fashion victims. Me included. I'd be deluded to think I have the upper hand when it comes to looking stylo. However, I do have the upper hand when it comes to not giving a shit about wearing tshirts and jeans or shorts. And flip flops.
Nevertheless, I still find all these eboutiques and weekend bazaars very appealing. And I'm going to check them out when I step onto home soil.
ps: Say hello to the new President of The United States. I'm just thoroughly glad that bimbo isn't VP. See what celebrity power can do? I'm telling you, Obama had pretty much 2 thirds of the A-listers behind him. How can he NOT have been victorious?
Last night I had a nice long chat with my brother. It was great being able to talk to him about serious stuff like that. He's 15 btw.
Sometimes I think I don't give him enough credit for his maturity and logic. I'm so glad I had that talk with him. To know how he stands on certain issues. And to know that he understands where I'm going when I ask him all those questions. I just want him to be honest with me. That's all.
I love the kid to bits and pieces. And to hear him say that I'm his role model, gosh, made my heart swell to immense proportions.
Kakak will always be here for you ok? I love you Shazmeer. :)
It doesn't matter if the sun doesn't shine. It doesn't matter if it's humid wind that's blowing your tresses. It doesn't matter that flies are buzzing around your face.
What matters is you sit at a nice cafe with some of your BEST girlfriends and you talk for hours about random things. It's good for the soul people. Seriously it is. :) And it helps if the food is great too. ;)
I wish Hawa and Jams could've joined in. Would've made things more complete. Good luck with your papers girls. *huuugs*
Now I'm off to meet another sweet girlfriend. Toodles!
I've gone through 2 volumes of Runaways. I abso-friggin-lutely love it.
It's not just the premise of being superheroes, its the fact that they're kids and they're an ensemble of offbeat characters who gel well enough to be considered family.
Yeah. I still get all sappy whenever a bunch of friends regard themselves as family.
Sigh. 12 more days to my next paper. Remind me to start that lesson plan by tomorrow. Now if only I could go through my lecture notes and tute questions with as much fervour as I do with my comics, those distinctions would certainly be within my grasp.
I wish I could just write well enough and consistent enough to get paid heaps for it. Excuse me, Im off to do a Molly Hayes.
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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