George and The Dragon

Isn’t it fun to observe people while you’re on the bus? Like, among so many people there’s going to be at least one person who’s weird, acting funny, or just plainly annoying. In a bid to infuse my life (and possibly yours) with a little fun from now on I’ll post something funny that happens everyday on board.

17th December 2008: today was the second time I saw this chubby lady with brown skin. She plopped down on the seat near me and started to twist her hair into a bun. Then instantly I smelled nasty odor. I turned my head facing her and noticed, she was lifting both of her hands and at the same time exposing her armpits. Wow. If this was the morning smell of her, I wondered what it’d be like after ten hours sweating it out at work. I suspect even a cockroach will puke.

This morning, I spotted her again. I was eyeing her like she’s some kind of alien (well at least she did smell like one), she chose a seat near the exit door and sat there for a while before - grasp- knotting her hair into a bun, again. I really didn’t have any faintest idea why she preferred to do it on the bus; I know it’s not a delinquent act at all but inducing people into a comatose with her smelly armpits was just cruel and unnecessary. Let’s see whether I’ll see her tomorrow, hopefully she won’t be sitting next to me, or I’d die. Literally.

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ps: madly in love with edward.

It’s so like me, I guess when it comes to movies I don’t like surprises. I want to know what it’s going to be, the story, the end, the itsy bitsy details available. I’m reading New Moon right now and can’t help but wondering how it’ll end. The first chapters of the book are boring because the supposedly protagonist character does nothing but complaining about being lonely and hopeless.  I understand what it’s like to be terribly in love with someone especially someone as cool and georgeous as Edward (just ignore the pale skin). And for someone with addictive personality like me, it’s easy to comprehend that you’re lost when the thing you love is gone. But puh-leaze… isn’t putting yourself in multiple dangerous situations too much? I hate it when Bella is acting desperate, it just reminds me of Holly (the characted from PS I Love You) who says sceptically that time doesn’t heal, it just numbs you a little so that you can get out of bed every morning. If they were to become the icon of teenagers, I bet the suicide rate will increase, like, exponentially.

Hence, due to the possibility of the novel being bleak, I browse the internet and look for some spoilers. One websites tells that in the end of New Moon, Bella will meet Edward again (yeah, now she can stop trying to endanger herself) and the family is all for supporting her to become a vampire (hallelujah! Finally she can get some ‘real’ love from Edward). After reading the summary, I’m like “okay, that’s pretty good.” At least Bella doesn’t die and leave Edward alone. But hey, if I were Steph Meyer, I’d probably consider turning Edward into gay vampire once Bella died. After all, if my memory serves me right Brad Pitt already done a straight vampire. Then it’s time to have a gay one, I s’ppose.

ps: this is weird, but I think Carlisle is super duper hot. Sometimes, he’s even hotter than Edward. Am I right??

Currently reading:

1. Nylon with lily allen (welcome back, princess!)

2. New Moon (geez what Edward did to deserve Bella?)

3. UK Instyle

4. Aussie Vogue

5. Jodi Picoult’s Salem Falls

currently listening to:

1. Sara Bareilles’ Love Song

2. The Killers’ Human

currently thinking about:

life death and anything in between

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1. just watched Twilight tonight with friends. It’s so good to see that even a vampire can be that romantic. He gives Romeo a run for his money. Damn. I already got the second book to know what’s going on with the teenage romance.

2. bought UK Instyle with Fearne Cotton on the cover. I don’t particularly admire Fearne but I think she’s become cooler over time. Unfotunately though, this issue is thin so I’m hoping there’s gonna be a bunch of good articles to compensate that.

3. bought the newest product from Garnier, the roll-on pencil that claims to reduce dark eyes and eye bags. My eyes are terribly back like someone has punched me in the face. I know it’s genetic but I kinda expect this product can work magic on my eyes.

4. as I’m writing this, my stomach are growling so loud. I had 6-inch meatball marinara for breakfast/lunch/dinner and now I’m starving.

PS: I am a spoilt little brat. There, I’m the first one to tell it like it is. I get what I want most of the time. Things often go according to plan, my plan. So right now, I’m still learning to accept that sometimes, life is unfair, life is cruel and it doesn’t spare your feelings. But the good thing is, now I know it does hurt to know that you’re losing something. Hence: it’s officially over.

Hiya! I’m back. Last night I arrived in Singapore around 9.30 pm and was so tired, I felt like flying. The ferry from Bintan to Batam was like hell because of the hideous weather. My friends and I sat in the front because it was pretty empty and we needed privacy to be as loud as we always are. But then our decision spelled for disaster. Only seven minutes after boarding, the waves went berserk, it churned the boat making us sloshed around like poor fishes. (Now I have huge appreciation for fishes as it’s clearly not easy being them). We ended up migrating to the back side of the boat as the quake was more bearable.

For a while I regretted why we needed to board the ferry to Batam instead of going straight to Singapore. But come to think of it, I’m glad that we didn’t do that, since we all could see one special friend shed a tear or two and nearly vomited all the way there…

PS: I’m hugely disappointed due to my minimum exposure to the sun. I didn’t get sunburnt. sigh.

xoxo

I’m gagging for summer holiday* (even though it’s summer here all year round). So I’ll be off tomorrow night and expect me to go M.I.A over the next four days. Don’t miss me (as I know you will).. See ya later. Have a good, relaxing long weekend. Mmmuacchhhhhhh

Currently thinking about: sand, sea, sun..

*early summer hols Australia’s season

xoxo

My phone’s on vibrate for you
Electroclash is karioke too
I try to dance Britney Spears
I guess I’m getting on in years

My phone’s on vibrate for you
God knows what all these new drugs do
I guess to have no more fears
But still I always end up in tears

My phone’s on vibrate for you
But still I never ever feel from you
Pinocchio’s now a boy
Who wants to turn back into a toy

So call me
Call me in the morning
Call me in the night
So call me
Call me anytime you like

My phone’s on vibrate for you
For you

ps: thanks Rufus for making my day a little brighter, a little calmer

xoxo

currently reading:

1. Style

2. Citizen K International (Damn, I don’t understand one single word!)

3. Aussie Vogue

currently listening to:

1. Jesse McCartney’s Departure

2. Rufus Wainwright’s Want One (it’s so good, I cry)

3. Britney’s Circus (ewww..yuks..ewww)

currently thinking about:

1. how to clean up my room in just five minutes

A while ago, I promised that I’d quit being mellow once this infatuation was over. And I’ve given myself three months to settle myself down and be normal again, however, I can’t just YET.

My dear friend just wrote in his blog, emphasizing the significance of admitting your love to that special someone before it’s too late. Not so long ago, a friend of mine (a love therapist, I might add) told me to be honest with your crush, “what’s the worst thing that can happen?” he cheerfully asked. Strangely, another friend agreed with that and advised me the same thing as well. Further, as I read Glamour, Fearne Cotton gave her words of wisdom :”say it if you like him”. She said it easily, with that tone akin to saying :”I want that blueberry muffin, thanks”. Being superstitious as always, I should have seen it like a sign. Maybe the God above (or whoever it is responsible for arranging the constellation) indeed wants me to be honest.

But first off, no matter how hard I try to be honest with my crush, I can’t. It’s often that I can’t be honest with myself let alone being honest with another person. Second, I have problems with “what’s the worst thing that can happen? question, because well, if you’ve got time, I can mention one by one making a very long list of the worst things that can happen (read:surely). And third, I just realise, maybe I’m not that into him after all. It’s not like I can’t function properly without him, it’s just sometimes, he’s there in the back of my mind, nagging me.

I give myself another month, after that, maybe I shouldn’t play hide and seek anymore…

*from Scissor Sisters’ Ta-Dah

xoxo

How fun it is to play dressing up

taken from: www.bryanboy.com

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