Sizzzlinn'

I swear this woman is BEAUTIFUL!

Oh Khloe...

Struggling Against Time and Tide.

We were soul mates. But we were soul mates who were not meant to be together.

Maybe in our next lifetime.

If that's so...then maybe in our next lifetime, instead of just saying hello, or asking for my phone number, could you just say Will you be mine?

Or better yet, just ask me to Marry you.

Disclaimer : Read this in another blog, but it was too close to home. ;)

Are my Eyes Square yet?

Nice.

Insanely hilarious.

Okay.

Mindfuckingly sick.

Can't Wait.

I'm such a geek.

Sole Therapy

Giuseppe Zanotti for Balmain

Jimmy Choo

Nine West

Herve Leger

Okay, what if I said getting me these shoes would mean saving my life??

No?

Please? ;)

Running through the Monsoon.

I don't approve of their hairstyles or the fact that their front man, Bill Kaulitz (yes, I Googled them, so sue me, pfffttt!) feels the need to slap on more eyeliner than Adam Lambert does.

But their songs....Oohh, their songs. I really can't help it...

Minat terhadap mereka semakin menjadi-jadi...

Tak boleh jadi ni.

Sorry Seems To Be...

Greetings from up North!

So I'm home...in Sungai Petani! Jyyeaah! The long awaited holidays have commenced and I am oh-so happy to be home.

Funny thing happened on my way back home, while on the bus this morning.

It was 9.30 in the a.m, that's when I started my journey back home this morning. Normally, I'd immediately plug in my earphones, cover myself up with my sweater and close my eyes, hoping that by the time I wake up, we'd be somewhere in Perak, just to make the hellish journey a bit more endurable. But today, I felt like holding off sleeping for a while just to look at and listen to the people around me. I like to observe people...mostly, I like to stare. I'd like to think that that makes me wise/philosophical/artsy/poetic...or some shit like that. LOL. Anyways, I like to look at people, because most of the time, they can surprise you. True enough, I was surprised.

As I was looking, I noticed a lady sitting just in front of me but a little bit to my right, so I could see her clearly but she couldn't see me staring! (ahah!) The first thing I noticed were her shoes (d'uh!). She had on these amazing pair of old-fashioned, masculine boots, almost like the ones my dad used to buy for me when I was a little girl. She paired them with jeans and a bright blue top. She also wrapped a shawl around her neck. She looked very pretty and proper. Also, by the way she sat, straight up and with her legs crossed, I concluded that she was either a control freak or just stuck up. Which basically is the same thing. Moving on....

As the journey continued, the bus driver chatted away with his friends and they were making noise like nobody's business. Every sentence had a LAHABAU or a LAHANAT or a SIALAN or a BABI, somewhere in it. Now, I was quite used to this having been staying in Malacca for the past 4 years. I knew this was how true blue Malaccans went about their conversations. As I was listening, I looked over to the lady in the boots. She was looking over to the driver, adjusting her sitting position and fidgeting here and there. I could see from the side of her face that her eyebrows were creased, almost like she was upset. I could tell that the conversation made her uncomfortable. To add to it, a sudden gush of wind brought in a strong smell of ciggie smoke from the front of the bus. The driver was smoking away while chit chatting with his buddies. Rokok daun pulak tu.The lady covered her nose and fanned her fingers in front of her face to get rid of the God-awful stench. And then...something weird happened...

As I was looking and listening, a funny/weird/scary thought entered my head. I almost felt like I had to, no wait, I wanted to apologise to her for their behaviour. I have no bloody idea why my brain cooked this up. I had it all in my head, the picture was clear as day. I could clearly see myself walking up to her, and saying "Kak, sorry eh kalau akak mcm tak selesa. Biasala kak..."

What.The.Chuck.

Things got weird-er when I realised that I was giggling to myself at the thought of walking up to a stranger and giving out random apologies on behalf of other strangers.

Kerja gila.

But then again, I wonder...

how would she have reacted?

Happy Holidays, loves!

S.M.

Paved with Good Intentions.

Oh wow. It has happened again. I'm not surprised, really. I enjoy being royally fucked up the ass. I live for moments like these. Seriously, you should know that I don't have anything better to do with my life. So thank you, I now have something to do during the weekend. ;)

I rocked that intro, didn't I? *high five!*

Now, let's get serious. Jokes aside, something did transpire during the weekend and yes, it hurt me, it broke my heart and I cried like a wuss. But it was all for the better, I think. To illustrate my point, here's what I think of the whole thing and why I think it has its perks.

1. I shall not assume that trust is mutual unless it is said or written somewhere. I'm seriously thinking of drafting up contracts with my friends or future friends. Breach will be punishable by a considerable amount of wealth. Brilliant! If I do say so myself ;)

2. Secrets can be deadly. You shouldn't keep secrets from the people you love/care about because it WILL bite you in the ass. I've done that, you've done that, we've all done that. It's not smart. We learnt that the hard way, didn't we?

3. I realise that certain friendships/relationships are valued differently by different people.

4. Being angry/resentful doesn't help solve anything. But, OMG, it's sooo much fun to be pissed at some people for a while, say some nasty things that you really really really want to say but are too scared because you don't want to insult anyone. Yeah, I was angry and nasty for a good 10 minutes before I broke down into a heap of mush. Way to show 'em, Steph!

5. I am very certain that Facebook is a WMD. I'm just sayin'. Or maybe, it's the Devil. Choose one, they basically exist for the same purpose.

6. I'm not angry. I don't hate you or him. I was upset and disappointed. But I'm okay.

I really am okay.

We will be okay, soon... ;)

Love,

S.M.

So what if it hurts me?

So what if I break down?

Don't care about all the pain in front of me,

Because I just want to be...

Happy.

-Leona Lewis.

If there is anything left...

You might as well be Blonde.

A picture really does say a thousand words...

In this case, 1007.

I'm back. Sinners beware.