a spade is two hearts in heaven

There's this really cute chick on YouTube that sounds fangtastic but I promised myself I won't post up YouTube videos for a long time since I've done one recently, and boy was that a long one. So was that sentence too! But well, I found this this chick that looks like Vanessa Hudgens, but way cuter and sounds way better. I'm in love. There's also this Malaysian chick that Ashton Kutcher twittered about and she sounds kinda cute. I'm sorry to say this, but I'm glad she ditched her little sister off her cover videos.
Don't worry, that's all there is I'm gonna blog about YouTube. The rest I'm gonna just blog about the arrangements during my trip to England. When I get there, I'm gonna take a bus to my family friend's house somewhere in London and stay there for a couple of days. Then I'll take a ride on a coach to Portsmouth, where my brother stays. We won't stay there for long 'cause obviously we're gonna spend our Christmas and New Year's at London. So maybe a little shopping at Pompey and we're off.
During our stay at Hackney, London, my brother won't be there 'cause he's probably off to Paris with his 'Bella Swan' *pssh* and his friends for Christmas and New Year's. That'll be sad. No one to annoy me at all! My sister's annoyance is not considered annoying because I'm practically living with that every single day so I'm used to her getting under my skin. Unlike her, my brothers always have a new trick up their sleeve to bug me so well, maybe this is a good thing.
And the rest is just history. What do I mean history? The countless paper bags of Primark that gets torn all the time because it's overloaded, huge plastic bags of H&M and I hope, many of those huge green Harrods bag. Long story short, the shopping. Since it's winter, there won't be many sightseeing. We'll stay in the stores longer than being outside 'cause it'll be too bloody cold. It was raining everyday for a while in November. Let's pray for a better weather!

appeals to the oddballs

Have a nice day. I did. I slept over at Maria's, a first time for me. Don't be surprised, I'm not a sleepover person. But last night's was fun. We went down the strawberry fields, we had late night conversations over late night food, we messed our eyelids with glitter, gold and lines, we simply had fun. I look forward to another one, soon in the far future.

I got back home and saw an Elle, a Vogue, an InStyle, a Marie Claire and last but definitely not the least, an Interview magazine. I was hoping it would be the one with K-Stew on the cover but I was disappointed to find January Jones there. But Taylor Lautner's inside.. But I cannot fall in love with him. My cousin has the same hair. The same eyes. The same nose. Pass the sick bucket.

Speaking of which, New Moon's practically sent everyone to the moon. I wonder if Emmett's included in most parts 'cause I've finally decided I'm team Emmett which is to no concern for anyone else, but you know how I am. Let's not be like every other single soul in the world and talk about Twilight. Hate me all you want. I hate you already.

Instead, we talk about my trip to England. I'll be in London with my mom, my sister and my dad only. One of my brothers is staying here, he's got classes and exams or something. My other brother is ditching us for a trip to Paris. Not that I mind. He likes to sneeze and fart on my face. But sometimes it's nice to have him around. Sometimes. SOMETIMES.

We're the only ones who loves to get a few hours more on sleep. So when the others have left for shopping, we'd still be in bed and we'll come a little later. We don't have to work on our hair so we get done fast too. But I think I'll have to work on his hair soon. I did that the last time. I found a squirrel in there. No joke.

how we move from a to b, it's not up to me

I live by this.

It's the fucking first of December. The 00s ends in another 30 days. What did I like about 2009? I found balance in my life. I'm not saying this just 'cause it makes me less of an ignorant fool, but because it is true. I found myself new friends, made better relationships with the old ones and kept my cool. But it wasn't all about other people, 2009 was a lot about me. Do, re, mi.

I found out more about myself. That I'm bossy. That I'm stubborn. That I'm lazy. And that all those totals up as the unexpectable. I may strike you as the innocent small freshman but I've got nerves of steel and the heart of a rock. That can, of course, be melted at times. Well, I can't wait to sweep the freshman off me. Hello, hello sophomore.

But 2009 wasn't all about feel good factor. Shit happened. Shit happens all the time. Like when I fell for the wrong guy. It was so dopey of me but it's actually really funny. It's a funny mistake but I don't regret it. I share it with everyone instead. And I grew a distance with some of my old friends. It's hard for me to stay with a friend for a very long time. Everybody's changing and I don't feel the same, said Keane. Speaking of change, I expect a lot in the 2010.

live lounge

studded leather kiss in the sand

I had places to go to yesterday. That's one thing I'm very proud of. First was a gathering with my dad's side of the family. I had a good time talking to Emma, the food was good, my baju kurung was alright (despite having blue cupcake icing at the back) and the weather wasn't that bad. Second event was my dad's friend's kenduri, celebrating his son's circumcision. Great food. So since we were at Gombak, we decided to stop by my aunt's house somewhere around there. Had some cake and tea, talked for a bit and left for home.

I'm spending Christmas and New Year in England again this time. I'll be missing the few first days at school next year, hopefully Elisa will keep a place for me next to her. I can't wait for my sophomore year! I'll be a senior in the evening session and I don't expect myself to be a good one -especially if I'm with Sara, 'cause well.. you know her! Watch out for her, kids. Hehe.
Today was the girls' day in for me and my sister. As gay as that sounds, but it was fun. Excluding the fact that my room got messy again. We dressed up, I got myself new ideas and I took some pictures too. I'll upload them if I feel like it. As for now, I'm still uploading my last day at school on Facebook. Tons of them. Then I'll upload pictures of my cousin's wedding and well, I don't know. I can't keep track of my pictures anymore. Marge, "It's leaking!". Homer, "No, it's over flowing."

suck on this

I've finally got myself busy these days. No more crazy blogging, no more Kardashian marathon and no more lazing around the house. Just lazing at one certain spot, actually. The living room couch. I've been sleeping there, reading there, dreaming there. I don't know why, it just calms me down. It's the best place to read, now that I'm reading this book called Paint It Black by Jenna Fitch. Amazing. I like sleeping there too. It's cold and gets enough warmth. It's Laura Ashley leather, who wouldn't like it?

Yesterday was Hari Raya Aidiladha, we didn't do anything really special. We woke up early for a heavy breakfast. Got ready to leave for my aunt's house. On the way there, my dad nearly hit this car that was upside down and completely crumpled. My dad was being the usual him so he went out and helped. No one was hurt but it looked like someone did. The guy doesn't have a license yet so karma's a bitch eh.

We had good food over at my aunt's, good chocolate too. They were sharing stories about ghosts and I didn't expect myself to laugh over it. I'm surprised actually. So that was yesterday. Now, today. My mom woke me up early again. The both of us went to OU, didn't buy anything except for some fruits and a magazine. OU now has Cotton On, Accessorize and Monsoon. I prefer Pyramid though, despite bumping into everyone I know.

Got back home for lunch after that, and went to a book fair *somewhere* with my sister, my brother and Khalil's brother, Kamil. Or as I used to call him, Camel. Er hahahah. I was feeling good today, I wore my mom's old Ralph Lauren coral shirt with my skinnies that freaking tore right over my scar. So we went to the book fair and I swear I was weak at the knees.

Books were mostly priced around 8 to 10 bucks each. It's just indescribable. They used a former cinema lot for the book fair so it was huge and and they had the industrial floor look, I always love that for an apartment. Okay so about the books. I got myself some Charlaine Harris books, also known as True Blood for 8 bucks each! Believe it suckers. I also got this other book, This Year's Model. It seems like a cheap teen type novel. I miss those types. I'm probably going again tomorrow. I don't care if I finish my money off again. After the book fair, we ate at Mamak Bistro, or now known as Haji Bistro. Hm.

So I'm off to bed. Or couch. Whatever. Busy day tomorrow. Hehe. I'm so proud of that.

can a girl believe?

I think she's pretty stiff. And she seemed more to talking with a rhythm rather than singing. People are gonna hate me for saying that, but I'm just saying. She still has the Blair-hair or the Waldorf-pouf that is to die for, so I'd still turn lesbo for her.

fall for the shooting stars

Reminds me of when Asyraf and I talked about planet Jupiter at his fish pond.
I miss you, friend.

you put the whore in the horrible

some home inspiration from, uh, I forgot.

I watched three Bring It On sequels in total today. I had this DVD that had three of them in it and my sister and I would watch it everyday when we were younger. But the DVD just vanished into thin air (not really, I just wanted to sound like Shakespeare; Macbeth Act 1 Scene 5). So finally I got myself to download the first one, the third one and the latest one, Bring It On: Fight It To The Finish. I think it's one of the worst movies I have ever seen.

First, they spoke a lot of foreign language that they thought would seem funny but it turned out more of a complication and a bit of annoyance. Two, they think wearing a glittery bra and a cropped shiny bright jacket (unzipped) is okay to wear in public. Enough said. Three, there are no hot guys at all. That guy Victor practically lives in his up and down car and he speaks bro language like shit. I had to force myself to stay through for the whole movie.

Speaking of suffer, I made constant trips to the toilet today. As I have mentioned in one of my latest posts, wedding food always cause diarrhea. I had to wake up 4 in the morning today just to take a shit. One of the reasons I couldn't make it to Pyramid with some people today. I know Sara's mad and all but it's not like we can't do it another day. I don't want to talk about this.

As you can see above, I've been trying to inspire myself to clean my fucken room. I can't see the floor and I nearly tripped over the stack of many many clothes last night. But I kind of like it 'cause my sister and my mom won't come in my room. I hate it when they do. I am so fussy when it comes to my privacy being violated. For example, my text message inbox, my garbage bin, my 6952 folder on this computer, etc etc. Right.

So about school. I heard I'm going to 2 Seroja next year. I didn't expect anything. But I did expect me and all my friends to stick together since Datin was in charge of the class organization. Well that's what I thought. Another teacher took over and I guess she's trying to be fair and square. The bad bad bad news is, I'm separated from Sara. The good news is, I have M Imran, Elisa, Govin, Syafiq, Reuben and I don't know who else. The worst news is, Alyaa and Aisha are in my class too. I have nothing to say about that 'cause ya'll should know how that would suck.

I think I should go upstairs and clean my room. Or maybe I should just call it a night, and read a book and fall asleep or something. But my reading light is bulb-less. So is the lighting at the stairs! Poor Mommy, she nearly tripped but I was too busy blasting the headphones with some kerrazy shit ass muzikk. Oh and my mom really wants me to study ID (Interior Designing) soon and look, there's this chic that almost has the same name as I do! It's not that pretty though. Not my kind of thing *hairflip*

EDIT: I think I've turned to an idiot over the weekend for thinking I should call it a night when I can watch The Vampire Diaries. On second thought, I've always been an idiot at times. AT TIMES.

RIP Daul Kim

photo via google.

I DIDN'T KNOW DAUL KIM DIED! I was in Malacca, and it was on my brother's birthday and I thought things were alright and I didn't go online. But I didn't expect this to happen! She's always been depressed, or so I heard. Even her blog is www.iliketoforkmyself.blogspot.com. She was found hanged in her apartment. It's so tragic and it's so sad. She's always been one of my favourite hair models and my favourite Asian models are Du Juan, Devon Aoki and Daul Kim. My thoughts go out to her family.

photo via google.

Being at kampung was peaceful. I really needed the break from using the internet all day, from sleeping late at night, from endless calls, from everything. It was hard to find something fun to occupy my time with here, but at kampung, it was so much easier there. What was it that I've done there? Let me break it down to you. (I've always been a natural rapper)

I got there on Friday and we hardly did anything during the day. The place was already cleaned up, the tents were already set up, the gates were painted and the only important thing left was the cooking and I'm not needed in that section so I practically just chilled the whole day with the cuz. (see, I'm born a rapper)

On that night was my cousin's engagement. The surau was just down along the road so after the engagement the couple went back up to the house and took some pictures. It was kind of boring and I only took few pictures 'cause something was just bothering me and I wasn't in the mood. So all of us just stayed inside and had our own little fun. I slept at Makteh's house that night with my sister and my cousin Izzati at the TV room. So much better than at kampung.

Saturday was the big day, the wedding day. The bride's make up was a little off but whatever. So my hair was behaving, my eyeliner wasn't blunt and I was wearing a hand me down baju kurung from my mom and my sister. Actually, they can still wear it. I'm so happy all of us can share clothes, total bliss. So yeah, I'll look good when I feel good. One of my old childhood quotes taken from Stella. Yes, the make up brand.

So I was wearing my Topshop silver sandals and I didn't bring along any spare and the weather was shitty so mud was pretty much all over my feet. Thank god the small kids were locked up inside. So at first, my cousins and I were just sitting at the really cool vintage red and white striped sofa at the stairs, we just didn't know what to do. My uncle saw us and he told us to clean up the tables when people left. I've done this at my other cousin's wedding so *cough* we were pretty fast at it. *cough* But yeah, it was fun helping out instead of lazing on that old red couch or something.

I'm happy I have curly hair so people can easily recognize whose child I am. It's sad my mom lost her curls over the years. But it can get a bit embarrassing if she still has it 'cause from the looks of her old pictures, it's twice the size of mine. You do the math. So back to the wedding. The day before, the dj came to set up his, um, dj things. Most people didn't know it was the dj cause he's a part time police and he came in a police pick up truck and he was dressed up in his uniform, complete with bulletproof jackets and all. Such entrance.

The dj was alright, the karaoke wasn't. Some Siti Nurhaliza 10 year old wannabes had the balls to sing and I think they regretted it. Proof: the rainy weather later that evening. The kompang guys were really good. They were all small kids clad in silky costumes and they even had some cool moves and it was funny, rather than the boring classical types. Then the guests left and less came and it started to rain so we cleared things up. The rain got heavier so we went inside.

I took some pictures of some kids, and most of them were already tired so they slept in a room at the back. So cute. I'll post up a picture later. We ate again, the food was alright. Yada yada yada, I went back to Makteh's house again. When I got there, most of us had trouble getting the smoke smell off our hair. I know you're sick of me complaining about it but it's fucking hard to get rid of it. I can stand cigarette smoke in my hair, that's easy. But this is the coal smoke. Yuck.

So the next day was the wedding at the groom's house. My mom decided not to go and we went to my dad's classmate's wedding at Malacca instead. It was alright, the food was kind of nice but my dad was having so much fun so we stayed there till the evening. I'm gonna sue the people who sang at the wedding. Fuck you. We didn't eat much at the wedding cause they had some problem serving the food so we went to eat at a restaurant my parents always go to to buy asam pedas. We bought some for dinner, and we had goreng pisang and hot drinks. My dad's friends stopped to join us too.

Shit. I need to take a shit. Wedding food can be a serious tummy problem.

P/S: I have to admit, this was a shitty post. I am completely spaced. And dopey. I need sleep.