Thursday, November 12, 2009

HAVEN

Its rainingg! Boo hoo. And thats why I'm torturing myself right now by staring at pictures of yummy yummy clothes and accessories I can never have. Ugh, stupid shipping fees. So now I'm going to make you suffer with me. MUAHAHAHA. Okay, that was weird. :/

Favourite store. :)
I want this purse sooo bad!







So simple, so pretty. :)







PINK!

Ultimate favourite. :DDD


















Yellow!





So cute!:D










YES, THEY EVEN HAVE A FRIGGIN JUICY CAMERA!
love love love. <3



How sweet. :)


Yums!

:DDD


Its canvas and gorgeous!


<3

Me love!
























Yes, I am obsessed with oversized totes.
THE SCARFF!
aww, so pretty!

I loooove this one. :D






Christmas present anyone? :D







Tres cute. :)













Unique vintage is another awesome shop, but unfortunately images are copyrighted. ):

PS- I think that this is my longest post ever! LOL

Monday, November 9, 2009

B-B-BRACES

Today I got my braces put on. YAY! Now I shall look like a complete idiot for two years. All you people with perfect teeth don't know what you're missing out on. Seriously. And you get to eat solid stuff. I'm gonna really miss that part. ):

But anyway, the whole process was really boring. I nearly fell asleep. But, I noticed something very... nauseating? No, more like, creepy. The nurse, who was staring down my teeth for two hours, looked ALOT like Sakun Thala. Oh, the horror of it! And today I found out I don't know how to bite properly. I just practiced like literally a minute ago and now my teeth hurt like shit. And I still don't know how to bite. Oh well, at least I have my DVDs to keep my mind off the teeth.

Oh and I'm shit ass hungry right now. Damnn.

WE ARE GOLDEN

There is something I truly cannot understand here! I've been scanning Facebook pictures and there is something really bothering me.

Okay so, basically I'm staring at pictures of people all glammed up. Make up on, heels, etc. (Yes, I do not know how on earth people have the patience to put make up on every single time they go out AND walk in heels. But that's not my point. -,-") And my eyes, naturally, fall straight on their bags. Their gorgeous, exquisite, branded bags that must have cost a fortune. No, I'm not talking Coach, Guess, Juicy Couture etc. I am talking Louis Vuitton. Gucci, Dior, Burberry. (Though unfortunately not Marc Jacobs or Jimmy Choo. Their bags cost almost as much as a Proton.) And these bags aren't those normal-sized bags either. They are those hideously over sized bags that cost a little more than the average bag. They are the kind of bags that people use to flaunt their stuff.

But up to this point, there is no problem right? They are merely rich bitches kids that love labels as much as I hate being broke. But hey ho, what do we have here? They are not the filthy rich kind. They live in one of those houses that look like it was cheaply furnished by their grandparents and left to rot. You know, the kind where the idea of a sofa is putting a worn out cushion on a rattan chair. And not changing it for 20 years. I personally don't have anything against these houses. They're great and I've a lot of memories in a good many of them. Sweet memories, I assure you. But they're not the kind of house that has a pile of branded bags just lying around. Its just not right. I don't get it. Why would someone splurge on labels so much, and not save up and perhaps buy a damned couch? Its like a fucking lie, the show you put on. Parading around in designer wear rather than buy more important things, like maybe a new mattress so the bed bugs really won't bite?!

I mean, its not like these bags are oh-so fabulous. They're so huge all you can see is the logo repeating themselves. What is the point? Wouldn't one rather live comfortably than by the label on your arm? This is crazy. But then again, society is. This infatuation with labels is crazy. Its no longer coveted to be seen with a little Fendi on your arm. I mean in Malaysia people are so obsessed with these labels that they can't even recognise anything in the price range above them like a Hermes scarf or Miu Miu shoes. I can't. This is so.. sad.

Oh and by the way, if someone steps out of a Kancil with a Versace bag, everyone would think it a fake anyway. It just isn't rational.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Its 2.40am. I'm tired.


Oh, and I miss pre-PMR classes.


):

Sunday, November 1, 2009

DEAR JOHN

I just, out of nowhere, stumbled upon this super-amazing movie. Its called Dear John and it is going to be out next year. Its going to be awesome, trust me. Its about an Army dude who comes home on leave and meets a college girl. After two weeks together, they fall in love and he goes back to the Army. And they stay in touch for SEVEN years via letters and one letter changes everything.

And here is why I simply have to watch it.

1. The uber hot Channing Tatum is starring in it. Channing!! And in the trailer he looks better than he did in G.I Joes, Stop Loss etc.
2. Its based on a book by Nicholas Sparks. The author of The Notebook and AWTR! (I'm so buying this book.)
3. I love sappy romantic movies.
4. Richard Jenkins is in it.
5. Oh, just look at the trailer!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I'LL SEND A POSTCARD TO YOU, DEAR

When violet eyes get brighter,
And heavy wings grow lighter,
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again.
And I'll forget the world that I knew,
But I swear I won't forget you,
Oh if my voice could reach back through the past,
I'd whisper in your ear,
Oh darling I wish you were here.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

OOH THAT GIRL SO SCANDALOUS

I PROMISE to sleep before 1am today. Okay lah, originally I wanted to say midnight but its like one and a half hours from now. By the time I'm done with this post there'll be only 45 minutes left(I'm multi-tasking lah!). I'm actually getting this down in black and white because last night, I was so darned engrossed in a book that I lost track of time. Suddenly I realised it was 3am and I wasn't even sleepy. But of course I forced myself to sleep lah. I promised my immune system that I wouldn't pull all-nighters after Pee Amm Arr.
You probably didn't notice this (or maybe you did?) but I deleted my last post. I was incredibly angry when I wrote it and I still am. People say that when one is angry, the mind is out of control. You do things, say things you do not mean. I beg to differ. Let me prove my point in an analogy.

There are obviously two sides. The first person is...

And her BFF...

How the two met remains a mystery.

Anyway, before the release of Transformers 2, cinema operators faced a very serious problem. How on earth were they supposed to control the excessive amount of both men and women panting and moaning (and probably jacking off) in the cinema whenever Megan Fox came on screen? This simply would not do. They could not bear to face the angry parents of underage kids who would be exposed to all this sexual tension. And they needed the money of these underaged kids very much indeed. Hence, they approached a man who was very experienced in these methods. A man, who after announcing to the press of his affair, still managed to hold onto his extremely smart wife. Bill Clinton, of course. Bill pondered for a few days and came up with his most brilliant idea ever. Get Megan Fox to pose in lingerie for a magazine(that way even underaged boys could grab them) and her legions of fans can ogle at the pictures instead.

Megan, being Megan, complied. And the world was treated to a fabulous picture:
One look at the picture and Homer, drugged by the sugar in doughnuts, thought that if Megan can do it, he can do it. And thus, the world rejoiced with the most amazing photoshoot of Homer Simpson hiterto,Megan took one look at the photo and raged to Homer's place.

Megan - How dare you Homer! How could you try to steal my thunder? Well at least you look terrible. All those doughnuts certainly went straight to your belly!
Homer - Doughnuts? Doughnuts! Come to daddy, doughnuts!
Megan - Oh, you stupid fool.
Homer - STUPID? I ain't stupid! Or am I? Anyway, how could you call me stupid, you lousy bitch. You can't even act. If it wasn't for Megatron and Opti-whatever Prime, Transformers would be the worst movie in the history of mankind!
Megan - AS IF! You idiot, who thinks only of food. All these years you thought your wife Marge's hair was BLACK!
Homer - Isn't it black? IT IS! HAH! WHO'S THE IDIOT NOW? You see, at least I don't have to lick my lips and undress myself to get fans. I steal, I swear, I use my middle finger and people still love me.

Here, Megan storms out. But a few days later, they both apologised and claimed they did not mean what they said. Homer goes back to doughnuts and tv while Megan goes and stares at herself in the mirror.

So, as you can see, what they said when they fought was true! Homer is stupid and Megan is a terrible actress. But they would not say these things when everything is nice and calm because then they love each other. And they would be able to resist the urge to scream the truth. But when you're angry, you don't love the opposite side anymore and you don't care. You hurl insults and curses and shout the bloody truth because you don't care if it hurts the opposite side.

Thankfully for the case of Homer and Megan though, they both have dementia and forget everything easily. Unfortunately however, the rest of the world has brains. So lets have a moment of silence for all the time we shall spend pondering of everything said of us in the heat of anger. May our souls one day rest in peace. *commence sobbing* *sniff*

If you did not understand a single word of that, welcome to Homer Simpson's world. Now go eat some doughnuts.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

SMILE

You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile

Whatever made me stop posting all my lyrical posts? I loved them so.

ITS CALLED PASSION

No, I'm not dead.

Yet.

Just kidding.

Or maybe not.

But you know what, isolating myself from the computer(and the world) can be very good for the soul. I get to read like I used to read, indulge myself in all my new vintage DVDs and call people up randomly just for the fun of it. Today I decided to let go of the paranoia in me and logged in. I'm still not sure if I should have. Well, at least I confirmed that I'm still a crazy lunatic. Anyway, I'm thinking of deleting this blog, because of a reason you don't know and would never guess. But then again, I may change my mind. Maybe its just a phase. Oh well. Till then, tata!

Monday, October 19, 2009

BREAKIN IT DOWN ARTICULATELY





I want that out-of-my-budget vest. Pleaasee Mummy? I'll promise to stop asking for a 17-inch Macbook Pro.

I'll settle for a 15-inch. :D