January 2009
54 posts
Random rant no.3
I need to remind myself to tag my post rather than putting the same title over. It reminds me on how lame and ignorant I am as a person.lol.
I hate the not-knowing. I do not like to be surrounded with unsolved questions in my life though I have been told that there is no answer for everything in this world, just as there is no word for everything.
Sometimes things are best left unexplained...
1f u c4n r34d th1s u r34lly n33d t0 g37 l41d
– The Best Geek Quotes, Sayings, and Phrases - 1 to 10
25
I was tagged by:
Nxsa
These are 25 things about me, which may be the most useless things you ever read in the history of Tumblr post.
I am left-handed. I was mildly pleased when the *press secretary of The Grandpa (malas nak letak link) told me that a lefty made a good writer or journalist.
I share my birthday with the man mentioned above as well with my boyfriend, shafiQ a.k.a Caps Q
I was...
People do it everyday, they talk to themselves… they see themselves as they’d...
– Tyler Durden (via movieoftheweek)
I have been tumblring, surfing the Net...
Speaking of being angry, one of my girlfriends asked whether I am still in my angry mode; due to all angry posts I made earlier (check Incredible Hulk, check, the brain not in between the legs, check)
Of course I am not angry anymore, I told her, the someone is not worth it.
“Do you hate her? She wanted out from the friendship, you know,” she asked again, pressing for more details because the...
Do you miss watching her skinny self on The O.C?... →
Sickeningly sickier and skinnier than ever.
Spotted at Christian Dior show, Mischa Barton’s dress kept slipping off and she struggled to keep the dress to herself.
I have nothing against natural born skinny people, but Mischa Barton had a great body, I see no logical reasons on her part to shred off the pounds.
I (kinda/sorta) miss looking at her healthier looking self. She looks so frail...
Random rant no.2
I write to escape. I write to let my unspoken thoughts to run free, unguarded.I write to clear my mind off things, and I write to put my mental note in a permanent form. I write to get myself to sleep, I write to contemplate my days, I write to reflect on myself and my surroundings, I write to kill time,I write to test my vocabulary, I write to imitate other writers, I write to record, but mostly...
Try something new-especially when you are no longer a kid-and you may have to...
– Reader’s Digest Asia, February 2009, p.97
All for my own tales.
During my an hour ride home from college last Friday, one of my close guy friend told me straight to my face that, I looked UGLY wearing make-up.
“I think it is because you were applying it wrongly or simply because you looked ugly with it,” he said.
“You still look ugly without make-up though,” he quickly added, knowing that my comeback would be, “So are you saying that I look good...
For once, I am proud that I live in Kajang. The college is like 10 mins away from my place.LOL
thedailywhat:
Lights Out: Senate chairman at New Era College in Malaysia gets his apple shined by a former student.
[via.]
I wanted to be like them.And yet.I didn’t know how. I’d always felt different...
– Leopold Gursky, by Nicole Krauss, The History of Love p.357
Butter indeed melts.
So well yeah, there are thousand reasons on why I hate being in college and I hate it even more when there is a day gap in between my classes and I’m stuck in my flat (not condo, although it is but it sucks apart from the good foods and the pool) having nothing to do but to doze off when I know that my impending thesis is one of the things that should well be completed but I am too lazy to...
Imagine if you suddenly learned that the people, the places, the moments most...
– A Beautiful Mind movie
/Wasted
Nobody wants to be a second best, no matter how much they say that being number one is not that important to them/Nobody wants to be unwelcomed, in the company of people whom they feel belonged to/Nobody wants to be lonely, amid the recluse and indifferent persona/Nobody wants to be unnoticed, no matter how much attention they “seek” to avoid/Nobody wants to be wronged/
BUT
Why do I feel that...
Monday.I do not love you.
– Me-dreading to go back to college, as usual.
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her...
– Oscar Wilde (via kari-shma) (via julianakeibel)
(Well yeah man)
Random rant
I am spent.
Well, I just hope I will be blessed all my life.
Today’s lesson is, People Dissapoint You, but God Will Not.
I am illuminated.
I just finished reading Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. What a read. Phew.
I love to read. And I love to collect books to read. It is with books that I feel totally at ease with myself, and it offers me company, comfort and solace that sometimes a person could not offer me.
I guess being with human beings are so complicated and complex (despite the fact that books are written...
Add a Chat Post with Pudean.
Momo: Eh, kau reti baiki laptop ke?
Pudean: Reti. Apasal?
Momo: Boleh aa aku antar laptop aku kat kau. Nak repair.
Pudean: Boleh aa. Lepas aku repair kau dulu.
Momo: Macam sial.
Semi awake
I will not give a fuck to people who give a fuck and I will give a fuck to people who will not give a fuck.
Aku cool dow sekarang nie.lol.
Okay.I don’t make resolutions.
But just for the sake of being a pain in the arse, as what people claimed me to be, this is a headstart.
People love to be proven right.
And I’m happy to feed their egos, today.
Tomorrow, fuck off and die.
I...
The first series of PDA.
I kinda dread the fact that shafiQ is miles away, and that he and I only have the chance to meet each other twice or thrice in a year.
Not cool, at all.
I guess I miss having him around.
I guess I miss seing him in flesh and bones.
I guess I just miss him.
You are motherfather responsible for making me listening to Trespassers William today, shafiQ!
So don’t blame me if I get too...
There are two types of people, the ones who let their presence known, and the...
– Again, me. As self obsessed as I have ever been.
Slow start to the bright side.
Loneliness is not an option. It is inevitable. It seeps through my day without my realizing it, like an uninvited guest announcing its arrival in dinner-time. I’m caught feeling lifeless, as though I am the one who stands still when the world and the lives are moving around me, as I contemplate my life to reappear.
I came to a conclusion that I cannot be what I am NOT supposed to be. I told...
Leave it! →
“Much like their trendy-yet-ugly predecessors, Uggs, the rubber moccasins look silly on anyone over age five. Tuck them into the back of your closet and pull them out only when gardening.”
I DID tell you that Crocs are big eyesore.
A yesteryear.
Didn’t I?
(Oh, and this doesn’t mean to be personal, so don’t take offence)
I won’t be able to pour all my heart’s contents out into words, unless I’m...
– Me, of course.
Tumblr's Toodles
momo: Why do you follow me?
SC: Because you followed me.
momo: But why do you follow me?
SC: Because you made me feel good.
momo: Why?
SC: Because you followed me, d'oh!
momo: Oh.
I have always had the same New Year resolutions: to stop smoking, to start...
– Cameron Diaz.
(To start wearing a bra, even when no one is around, with exception in bed, kot)