Nothing sounds better than a Saturday night fever. In my case, its literally a fever. I'm infected! I'm infected! I feel like fainting. My mind and body won't work together. The former wants to sleep while the latter is feeling energetic. Either that or otherwise. I am killing time till Grey's Anatomy. Which is why I'm watching Any Given Sunday but heck, I don't even get what this movie is about. I'm sure its a good one, any movie with Al Pacino is a good movie but right now, I couldn't care less.
I can't put my fingers on the word Extraordinary. I was re-reading The Truth about Forever, my favourite part where Macy said Wes was extraordinary. And I can't get my mind out of the word. Extra-ordinary. Its two words. Extra and Ordinary. Whats so special about extrardinary? Doesnt it mean that if one person is extraordinary, it means that person is more ordinary. You see all ordinary people, but an extraordinary person is a person that is a lot a lot alot ordinary.
What am I crappin' about? Sometimes, sometimes, I think I might just as well shut up and let others say what they want.
I am in love with the one and only, Dexter Jones of Truth Squad ( to hell with the fact that he's a fictional character)
So, pull the trigger already.
Kill me now, because I'm lonely. *inside joke*
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
excerpt :)
Oh no. I strained my neck closer to the door to get better hearing of the footsteps. No. No. No. Its coming towards this room. What should I do? Shit shit. There's probably about 5 packs of LAY'S strewn on the floor right now. Deep breath. Deep breath. Yes!Of course. Lock the door. I rushed to the door while my heart beats unevenly and my breathing becomes ragged. I can't let anyone know about this. I am at this diet camp and I'm not allowed to eat any kind of junk food. I was doing so well. So so well. Then Ms. Harrison had to ask a favor from me. Why can't she ask anyone else? Why me? Why should I control my self-determination? Of course its impossible to ignore the dozens of LAY's jammed inside the cupboard. Whoever that didnt close the cupboard properly is torturing me. He/She must know that Ms.Harrison will ask me to take the Program Schedule in the Office. He/She must know that I will have to pass the kitchen. He/She must know that I will peek in the kitchen. So He/She decides to leave the cupboard halfway open to see how good I am to resist the temptation. He/She will be murdered as soon as He/She is identified. The footsteps are getting closer. Lock the door. Lock the door. I pushed the door and tried to lock it. NO! Oh Nonononoono. It won't lock. Why? Oh dear god, why? What have I done to deserve such horrible torture? Was it because of that time I purposely let Reena get the blame for jamming the printer? Because if that was it, I can explain. She didnt let me print this picture of Johnny Depp I found on the internet. Serves her right. I promise to never do it again. I promise to beg her for forgiveness. Just please,please let me lock the door.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Slowly, gracefully, gently, I pushed the door knob. BUT IT STILL WON'T LOCK!! Time for a New Plan. Plan B: cry and explain to Ms.Harrison about the truth? Of course she will soften up. No one can resist my tears. But she would still tell my mother. Ok, next. Plan C : tell Ms.Harrison that someone ate the LAY'S and then just left without cleaning it up. AHH! Yes! Yes! but.. She would ask why I was in the kitchen. And I've got no good explanation about that.
No! No. No... Im doomed. I'm doomed for life. This is my fate. I brushed back the tears thats falling on my cheek. This is how I will always be. Too weak to resist a packet of Lay's or in this case, 5 packets. I can't control myself. That is how I'm going to live for the rest of my life. Uncontrol-able. I will grow up and I'll become like that lady in the newspaper who lives with 35 cats and is so overweight she can't even stand up. Except I don't like cats. I'd probably go with parrots. Yes, parrots. At least they can talk. Unlike cats, who meows all the time. But what about money? Hmm.. Money? I could always sell my playstation 2. Would it be enough? Probably not....
Someone is pushing the door open. I pushed the door close back. Its pushing again, with more force. I pushed back, with greater force. "Umm, who's in there?" someone behind the door asked. It's an unfamiliar voice. Definitely not Ms.Harrison. A boy voice. Who could that probably be? As far as I'm concern, boys aren't allowed at this camp. Is it the newspaper boy? But it's already 2 o'clock. Surely, not the newspaper boy. I wonder if its.. While I'm in deep in thought, this boy took advantage and pushed the door open. I stumbled and fell down flat on the floor. Fuck. That hurts. I'd most likely get a bruise. I looked up and saw this boy. This tall boy. This tall thin boy. This tall thin green-eyed boy. This tall thin green-eyed -with the longest eyelash I've ever seen- boy. And he's not staring at me. This is a good opportunity. I can run out of the door. He probably won't remember how I look like. Most likely, not even notice I was there.
However, for the second time, as I was deep in thought of planning my escape, He looks at me. His eyes widened.
"What happened?" he asked.
I of course, didn't answer him immediately. I just stared back at him, craming my brain for a good excuse. For a good explanation. Then, he looks down at my boobs. I'm feeling quite self-conscious. So what if I have big bust? He can't judge me. He can't and he won't. I looked down at my boobs and of course. Of course. There are crumbs of Lay's that I apparently didnt brush off.
"Did you eat those?" He asked, pointing accusingly towards the packs of Lay's on the floor. I again, try to think of a good excuse. But I'm out of words. So, I opt for the next best thing, I cried. I cried. At first it was just a drop of tear but then I cried uncontrollably. I was shaking. I was wiping out tears thats falling down my cheek.
Then I felt a warm presence. I felt someone holding me close. I stopped shaking. I looked up and saw that wonderful eyelashes. He looked down at me too. I just stared at him, out of breath. He was smoothing my hair. I don't know what to say. I'm clueless. He brushed my cheek.
"It's okay. It's okay. I won't tell anyone, ok?" he whispered to my ears. I nodded.
"What's your name?" He asked. His voice gentle, his right hand still brushing my hair while his left, held me close. I have never been closed to any boy like this. I am feeling quite weird.
So I said something, that was beyond embarassing. That was unexcuseable. I said something that I don't even know why I said it. I told him a lie.
"I have a boyfriend" I blurted and ran out of the room.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Slowly, gracefully, gently, I pushed the door knob. BUT IT STILL WON'T LOCK!! Time for a New Plan. Plan B: cry and explain to Ms.Harrison about the truth? Of course she will soften up. No one can resist my tears. But she would still tell my mother. Ok, next. Plan C : tell Ms.Harrison that someone ate the LAY'S and then just left without cleaning it up. AHH! Yes! Yes! but.. She would ask why I was in the kitchen. And I've got no good explanation about that.
No! No. No... Im doomed. I'm doomed for life. This is my fate. I brushed back the tears thats falling on my cheek. This is how I will always be. Too weak to resist a packet of Lay's or in this case, 5 packets. I can't control myself. That is how I'm going to live for the rest of my life. Uncontrol-able. I will grow up and I'll become like that lady in the newspaper who lives with 35 cats and is so overweight she can't even stand up. Except I don't like cats. I'd probably go with parrots. Yes, parrots. At least they can talk. Unlike cats, who meows all the time. But what about money? Hmm.. Money? I could always sell my playstation 2. Would it be enough? Probably not....
Someone is pushing the door open. I pushed the door close back. Its pushing again, with more force. I pushed back, with greater force. "Umm, who's in there?" someone behind the door asked. It's an unfamiliar voice. Definitely not Ms.Harrison. A boy voice. Who could that probably be? As far as I'm concern, boys aren't allowed at this camp. Is it the newspaper boy? But it's already 2 o'clock. Surely, not the newspaper boy. I wonder if its.. While I'm in deep in thought, this boy took advantage and pushed the door open. I stumbled and fell down flat on the floor. Fuck. That hurts. I'd most likely get a bruise. I looked up and saw this boy. This tall boy. This tall thin boy. This tall thin green-eyed boy. This tall thin green-eyed -with the longest eyelash I've ever seen- boy. And he's not staring at me. This is a good opportunity. I can run out of the door. He probably won't remember how I look like. Most likely, not even notice I was there.
However, for the second time, as I was deep in thought of planning my escape, He looks at me. His eyes widened.
"What happened?" he asked.
I of course, didn't answer him immediately. I just stared back at him, craming my brain for a good excuse. For a good explanation. Then, he looks down at my boobs. I'm feeling quite self-conscious. So what if I have big bust? He can't judge me. He can't and he won't. I looked down at my boobs and of course. Of course. There are crumbs of Lay's that I apparently didnt brush off.
"Did you eat those?" He asked, pointing accusingly towards the packs of Lay's on the floor. I again, try to think of a good excuse. But I'm out of words. So, I opt for the next best thing, I cried. I cried. At first it was just a drop of tear but then I cried uncontrollably. I was shaking. I was wiping out tears thats falling down my cheek.
Then I felt a warm presence. I felt someone holding me close. I stopped shaking. I looked up and saw that wonderful eyelashes. He looked down at me too. I just stared at him, out of breath. He was smoothing my hair. I don't know what to say. I'm clueless. He brushed my cheek.
"It's okay. It's okay. I won't tell anyone, ok?" he whispered to my ears. I nodded.
"What's your name?" He asked. His voice gentle, his right hand still brushing my hair while his left, held me close. I have never been closed to any boy like this. I am feeling quite weird.
So I said something, that was beyond embarassing. That was unexcuseable. I said something that I don't even know why I said it. I told him a lie.
"I have a boyfriend" I blurted and ran out of the room.
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I try to control myself. To only write maximum 3 paragraph but I can't help it. LOL
I am out of idea so it's probably stupid.
Taa, darlings.
we pretend, we make believe.
so I'm already dead, on the inside, But I can still pretend. With my memories and photographs, I've learned to love the lie. I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense. Let me in,Let me in to the club cause I wanna belong, And I need to get strong. And if memory serves. I'm addicted to words and they're useless. I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.I am perfect and I have learned to accept:All my problems and short comings,Cause I am so visceral yet deeply inept. I want to thank you for being a part of my Forget-Me-Nots and Marigolds, And all the things that don't get old. It's the only way I have learned to express myself.Through other peoples' descriptions of life. I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless.
I believe that I can overcome this and beat everything in the end. But I choose to abuse for the time being. Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.
compliments to MCS.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
You go get fucked up and die.
I am still in the mood of stabbing others.
I was doing this question that asked ; Did I like the ending for Phantom of The Opera.
Here's my answer;
No. I hate it as much as a footballer hates a broken knee. I don't think the ending is fair. The ending shows that only the loved ones deserves to be loved and the unloved is left alone, left dying. Where is the justice? Is it telling us that in order to live a happy life we have to be pretty, clever and sweet? Erik didn't asked to be born with his ugly face. He was shun from the world at the exact instance his face was viewable. There you see; a kid who longs to be loved only to receive hatred all through his life. I don't blame him for being such a cruel person. After all, doesn't he gets more than he deserve? He kills people but doesn't the society kills him to? Kills his hope to be loved by at least one person. Is it too much to ask? After all the misery he went through, he was left dying with a broken heart. He, Im sure died with such poignant memories that brings a heart wounded so badly, no heart surgeon could ever fix. The ending shows us that Christine and Raoul was to live happily ever after. Does it really exist? Happily ever after? Won't Christine ever think about Erik ever again? After all, tough cruel and demanding, Erik was the one who guided her throughout her career and made her a famous opera singer. Won't Christine feel guilty of letting Erik die all alone? Yes, Erik was the one who told her to go but doesn't she know better? There's nothing one wants more than attention. If she does feel guilty, if she does remember about Erik, is that happily ever after then? Won't Raoul look at Christine and ponder about if Christine was thinking about him or Erik? That is why I strongly hate the ending for Phantom of the Opera.
years that remain
So there's this movie on HBO this Sunday 9 pm called Evening. Yes, it's the same movie that was on the newspaper not long ago. The poster was so touching it's heart rending. and really, the theme song is White Flag so what was I to do but to fall deeply in love with it without even actually watching it yet. I went to Yahoo! movies and searched for it. The story line was so sad, it was almost like The Notebook. ALMOST. In a way it's actually a story being told back.
Here you go; It'll make you weep.
Overcome by the power of memory, Ann Lord reveals a long-held secret to her concerned daughters; Constance, a content wife and mother, and Nina, a restless single woman. Both are bedside when Ann calls out for the man she loved more than any other. But who is this Harris, wonder her daughters, and what is he to our mother? While Constance and Nina try to take stock of Anna's life and their own lives, their mother is tended to by a night nurse as she journeys in her mind back to a summer weekend some fifty years ago, when she was Ann Grant, a young woman who has come from New York City to be maid of honor at the high-society Newport wedding of her dearest friend from college, Lila Wittenborn. The bride-to-be is jittery, and turns to her maid-of-honor, rather than her own mother, for support. Ann stays close to her friend, yet is even closer to Lila's irrepressible brother Buddy. Unexpected feelings surge forth once Ann meets wedding guest Harris Arden, a lifelong friend and intimate of the Wittenborn family. Ann's love for Harris will change her life, and those of her daughters, forever.
THE TRAILER;
http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809765401/trailer
hugh dancy is looking quite (oh, kill me now for saying this) good looking. I know I know. I know what I said about him ruining every girls dream of a perfect man with first, Prince Char and know Luke Brandon but I'm protesting here. Hear me out, for once. His hair was unsurprisingly atrractive and he manages to look decent but maybe, probably its due to the camera trick or whatsoever. I really wish it is because of that. after all, I do have a huge ego and I don't like to take back what I say.
Isn't the scene magnifique? AHHH. I long to go there. I think I actually went to somewhere like that, but it was bloody freezing all my mind could manage to think was when can I actually get in the car. oohh, I even remember ducklings! yes yes, everyone but me was feeding the ducks gently. I threw the bread at them. Why bother anyway? It was by the lake and I even have a picture of the breathtaking scene however, not a good memory of it. you know why. I was cursing and cursing about the cold.
Here you go; It'll make you weep.
Overcome by the power of memory, Ann Lord reveals a long-held secret to her concerned daughters; Constance, a content wife and mother, and Nina, a restless single woman. Both are bedside when Ann calls out for the man she loved more than any other. But who is this Harris, wonder her daughters, and what is he to our mother? While Constance and Nina try to take stock of Anna's life and their own lives, their mother is tended to by a night nurse as she journeys in her mind back to a summer weekend some fifty years ago, when she was Ann Grant, a young woman who has come from New York City to be maid of honor at the high-society Newport wedding of her dearest friend from college, Lila Wittenborn. The bride-to-be is jittery, and turns to her maid-of-honor, rather than her own mother, for support. Ann stays close to her friend, yet is even closer to Lila's irrepressible brother Buddy. Unexpected feelings surge forth once Ann meets wedding guest Harris Arden, a lifelong friend and intimate of the Wittenborn family. Ann's love for Harris will change her life, and those of her daughters, forever.
THE TRAILER;
http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809765401/trailer
hugh dancy is looking quite (oh, kill me now for saying this) good looking. I know I know. I know what I said about him ruining every girls dream of a perfect man with first, Prince Char and know Luke Brandon but I'm protesting here. Hear me out, for once. His hair was unsurprisingly atrractive and he manages to look decent but maybe, probably its due to the camera trick or whatsoever. I really wish it is because of that. after all, I do have a huge ego and I don't like to take back what I say.
Isn't the scene magnifique? AHHH. I long to go there. I think I actually went to somewhere like that, but it was bloody freezing all my mind could manage to think was when can I actually get in the car. oohh, I even remember ducklings! yes yes, everyone but me was feeding the ducks gently. I threw the bread at them. Why bother anyway? It was by the lake and I even have a picture of the breathtaking scene however, not a good memory of it. you know why. I was cursing and cursing about the cold.
Taa, darlings.
beating to the heart core
I like books, so sue me. I feel like stabbing everyone from the back. Not in a way of betraying but literally actually stab people from the back. But on second thought, I prefer to stab them from the front. So they know it was me and the last seconds of their life, they actually know I'm not a pathetic person who only listens to them, I have my own mind and I do what I want to do. Which in this case is, STAB them. I think and I know my life revolves around others. I barely do things that pleases me except for of course, reading books. If anyone ever actually try to stop me from reading, I won't hesitate to actually kill them and I won't mind living behind bars for the rest of my life, as long as there's books all over me. Do you get the idea of how much I love books now? or shall I demonstrate it to you? Any volunteer? Hmm. Email me.
I am forcing everyone possible to read Nick and Norah's infinite playlist excerpt but then I figure, wouldn't it be more convenient if I post it here so that whenever one asks for the url I can give them my blog, which is a win-win situation. I get higher blog views and they can actually read the excerpt. AHH. Quick thinking, Atiqah. *APPLAUSE*
So here you go. ( i think it's illegal to actually post excerpt without any permission and I'm sorry. Im new at this and if you want credits, I'll make sure I give you credits.)
1. Nick
I find Dev at the bar, talking to a guy our age who looks familiar in that Type kind of way. When I get to where they’re standing, I’m introduced as “the bass god, Nick,” and he’s introduced as “Hunter from Hunter.” Dev thanks me for being equipment bitch, and from the way the conversation doesn’t continue from there I know I’m interrupting. If it was Thom, my agitation would probably be noticed. But Dev needs you to spell emotions out for him, and right now I’m not in the mood. So I just tell him where I left the stuff and pretend I’m going off to search for a clear spot on the bar to summon the bartender from. And once I’m pretending that’s the truth, I figure it might as well be the truth. I still can’t see Tris, and there’s a small part of me that’s wondering if it was even her in the crowd. Maybe it was someone who looked like Tris, which would explain the guy who didn’t look like anybody.
Are You Randy? stop playing their instruments one by one, until the lead singer croons a final, a cappella note. I wish for their sake I could say the club falls into silence at this, but in truth the air is one-half conversation. Still, that’s better than average, and the band gets a lunge of applause and cheers. I clap, too, and notice that the girl next to me puts two fingers in her mouth to whistle old-fashioned style. The sound is clear and spirited, and makes me think of Little League. The girl is dressed in a flannel shirt, and I can’t tell whether that’s because she’s trying to bring back the only fashion style of the past fifty years that hasn’t been brought back or whether it’s because the shirt is as damn comfortable as it looks. She has very pale skin and a haircut that reads private school even though she’s messed it up to try to hide it. The next band opened for Le Tigre on their last tour, and I figure this girl’s here to see them. If I was a different kind of guy, I might try to strike up a friendly conversation, just to be friends. But I feel that if I talk to someone else right now, all I’ll be able to do is unload.
Thom and Scot would probably be ready to go if I wanted them to, but I’m pretty sure Dev hasn’t figured out yet whether he’s coming back with us or not, and I’d be an asshole to put him on the spot and ask. So I’m stuck and I know it, and that’s when I look to my right and see Tris and her new guy approaching the beer-spilled bar to order another round of whatever I’m not having. It’s definitely her, and I’m definitely fucked, because the between-band rush is pressing toward me now and if I try to leave, I’ll have to push my way out, and if I have to push my way out, she’ll see me making an escape and she’ll know for sure that I can’t take it, and even if that’s the goddamn truth I don’t want her to have actual proof. She is looking so hot and I am feeling so cold and the guy she’s with has his hand on her arm in a way that a gay friend would never, ever think of, and I guess that’s my own proof. I am the old model and this is the new model and I could crash out a year’s worth of time on my bass and nothing, absolutely nothing, would change.
She sees me. She can’t fake surprise at seeing me here, because of course she fucking knew I’d be here. So she does a little smile thing and whispers something to the new model and I can tell just from her expression that after they get their now-being-poured drinks they are going to come over and say hello and good show and—could she be so stupid and cruel?—how are you doing? And I can’t stand the thought of it. I see it all unfolding and I know I have to do something—anything—to stop it.
So I, this random bassist in an average queercore band, turn to this girl in flannel who I don’t even know and say:
“I know this is going to sound strange, but would you mind being my girlfriend for the next five minutes?”
2. NORAH
Randy from Are You Randy? insists the bassist from the queercore band is a ’mo, but I told him No, the guy is straight. Whether or not he’s responsible for his band’s shit lyrics (Fuck the Man / Fuck the Man—what’s that trite crap?), I have no idea, but he’s ‘no ’mo. Trust me. There are certain things a girl just knows, like that a fourth minute on a punk song is a bad, bad idea, or that no way does a Jersey-boy bassist with Astor Place hair who wears torn-up, bleach-stained black jeans and a faded black T-shirt with orange lettering that says When I say Jesus, you say Christ, swing down boy-boy alley; he’s working the ironic punk boy–Johnny Cash angle too hard to be a ’mo. Maybe he’s a little emo, I told Randy, but just because he doesn’t look like a Whitesnake-relic-reject like all of your band, does not automatically mean the guy’s gay.
The incidental fact of his straightness doesn’t mean I want to be NoMo’s five-minute girlfriend, like I’m some 7-Eleven quick stop on his slut train. Only because I am the one loser here who hasn’t lost all her senses to beer, dope, or hormones do I have the sense to hold back my original instinct—to yell back “FUCK, NO!” in response to NoMo’s question.
I have to think about Caroline. I always have to think about Caroline.
I noticed NoMo loading equipment after his band’s set while his bandmates abandoned him to score some action. I understand that scene. I am that scene, cleaning up everyone else’s mess.
NoMo dresses so bad—he has to be from Jersey. And if Jersey Boy is equipment bitch, he has a van. The van’s probably a piece of scrap metal with a leaking carburetor that as likely as not will pop a tire or run out of gas in the middle of the Lincoln Tunnel, but it’s a risk I have to take. Somebody’s got to get Caroline home. She’s too drunk to risk taking her on the bus. She’s also so drunk she’ll go home with Randy if I’m not there to take her back to my house where she can sleep it off. Groupie bitch. If I didn’t love her so much, I’d kill her.
From behind him I don't see Caroline but I do see that stupid bitch, Tris, rhymes with bris, cuz that's what she'll do to a guy, rip apart his piece. She's doing her Tris strut with her big boobs sticking out in front of her, wiggling her ass in that way that gets the instant attention of every dumb schmo in her wake, even the gay boys, who seem to be highly represented here tonight, NoMo notwithstanding. She's coming right toward me. No No NOOOOOOOOOOO. How did she find out Caroline and I would be here tonight? Does she have lookouts with text pagers set up every place Caroline and I go on a Saturday night, or what?
Boyfriend to the rescue! I answer NoMo's question by putting my hand around his neck and pulling his face down to mine. God, I would do anything to avoid Tris recognizing me and trying to talk to me.
Excerpted from Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan. Text copyright © 2005 by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan. Excerpted by permission of Knopf Books for Young Readers, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
and here's the link ; http://www.randomhouse.com/teens/nickandnorah/excerpt.html
I know, interesting isn't it? AHH. Rush to the store right now!
Taa, darlings.
I am forcing everyone possible to read Nick and Norah's infinite playlist excerpt but then I figure, wouldn't it be more convenient if I post it here so that whenever one asks for the url I can give them my blog, which is a win-win situation. I get higher blog views and they can actually read the excerpt. AHH. Quick thinking, Atiqah. *APPLAUSE*
So here you go. ( i think it's illegal to actually post excerpt without any permission and I'm sorry. Im new at this and if you want credits, I'll make sure I give you credits.)
1. Nick
I find Dev at the bar, talking to a guy our age who looks familiar in that Type kind of way. When I get to where they’re standing, I’m introduced as “the bass god, Nick,” and he’s introduced as “Hunter from Hunter.” Dev thanks me for being equipment bitch, and from the way the conversation doesn’t continue from there I know I’m interrupting. If it was Thom, my agitation would probably be noticed. But Dev needs you to spell emotions out for him, and right now I’m not in the mood. So I just tell him where I left the stuff and pretend I’m going off to search for a clear spot on the bar to summon the bartender from. And once I’m pretending that’s the truth, I figure it might as well be the truth. I still can’t see Tris, and there’s a small part of me that’s wondering if it was even her in the crowd. Maybe it was someone who looked like Tris, which would explain the guy who didn’t look like anybody.
Are You Randy? stop playing their instruments one by one, until the lead singer croons a final, a cappella note. I wish for their sake I could say the club falls into silence at this, but in truth the air is one-half conversation. Still, that’s better than average, and the band gets a lunge of applause and cheers. I clap, too, and notice that the girl next to me puts two fingers in her mouth to whistle old-fashioned style. The sound is clear and spirited, and makes me think of Little League. The girl is dressed in a flannel shirt, and I can’t tell whether that’s because she’s trying to bring back the only fashion style of the past fifty years that hasn’t been brought back or whether it’s because the shirt is as damn comfortable as it looks. She has very pale skin and a haircut that reads private school even though she’s messed it up to try to hide it. The next band opened for Le Tigre on their last tour, and I figure this girl’s here to see them. If I was a different kind of guy, I might try to strike up a friendly conversation, just to be friends. But I feel that if I talk to someone else right now, all I’ll be able to do is unload.
Thom and Scot would probably be ready to go if I wanted them to, but I’m pretty sure Dev hasn’t figured out yet whether he’s coming back with us or not, and I’d be an asshole to put him on the spot and ask. So I’m stuck and I know it, and that’s when I look to my right and see Tris and her new guy approaching the beer-spilled bar to order another round of whatever I’m not having. It’s definitely her, and I’m definitely fucked, because the between-band rush is pressing toward me now and if I try to leave, I’ll have to push my way out, and if I have to push my way out, she’ll see me making an escape and she’ll know for sure that I can’t take it, and even if that’s the goddamn truth I don’t want her to have actual proof. She is looking so hot and I am feeling so cold and the guy she’s with has his hand on her arm in a way that a gay friend would never, ever think of, and I guess that’s my own proof. I am the old model and this is the new model and I could crash out a year’s worth of time on my bass and nothing, absolutely nothing, would change.
She sees me. She can’t fake surprise at seeing me here, because of course she fucking knew I’d be here. So she does a little smile thing and whispers something to the new model and I can tell just from her expression that after they get their now-being-poured drinks they are going to come over and say hello and good show and—could she be so stupid and cruel?—how are you doing? And I can’t stand the thought of it. I see it all unfolding and I know I have to do something—anything—to stop it.
So I, this random bassist in an average queercore band, turn to this girl in flannel who I don’t even know and say:
“I know this is going to sound strange, but would you mind being my girlfriend for the next five minutes?”
2. NORAH
Randy from Are You Randy? insists the bassist from the queercore band is a ’mo, but I told him No, the guy is straight. Whether or not he’s responsible for his band’s shit lyrics (Fuck the Man / Fuck the Man—what’s that trite crap?), I have no idea, but he’s ‘no ’mo. Trust me. There are certain things a girl just knows, like that a fourth minute on a punk song is a bad, bad idea, or that no way does a Jersey-boy bassist with Astor Place hair who wears torn-up, bleach-stained black jeans and a faded black T-shirt with orange lettering that says When I say Jesus, you say Christ, swing down boy-boy alley; he’s working the ironic punk boy–Johnny Cash angle too hard to be a ’mo. Maybe he’s a little emo, I told Randy, but just because he doesn’t look like a Whitesnake-relic-reject like all of your band, does not automatically mean the guy’s gay.
The incidental fact of his straightness doesn’t mean I want to be NoMo’s five-minute girlfriend, like I’m some 7-Eleven quick stop on his slut train. Only because I am the one loser here who hasn’t lost all her senses to beer, dope, or hormones do I have the sense to hold back my original instinct—to yell back “FUCK, NO!” in response to NoMo’s question.
I have to think about Caroline. I always have to think about Caroline.
I noticed NoMo loading equipment after his band’s set while his bandmates abandoned him to score some action. I understand that scene. I am that scene, cleaning up everyone else’s mess.
NoMo dresses so bad—he has to be from Jersey. And if Jersey Boy is equipment bitch, he has a van. The van’s probably a piece of scrap metal with a leaking carburetor that as likely as not will pop a tire or run out of gas in the middle of the Lincoln Tunnel, but it’s a risk I have to take. Somebody’s got to get Caroline home. She’s too drunk to risk taking her on the bus. She’s also so drunk she’ll go home with Randy if I’m not there to take her back to my house where she can sleep it off. Groupie bitch. If I didn’t love her so much, I’d kill her.
From behind him I don't see Caroline but I do see that stupid bitch, Tris, rhymes with bris, cuz that's what she'll do to a guy, rip apart his piece. She's doing her Tris strut with her big boobs sticking out in front of her, wiggling her ass in that way that gets the instant attention of every dumb schmo in her wake, even the gay boys, who seem to be highly represented here tonight, NoMo notwithstanding. She's coming right toward me. No No NOOOOOOOOOOO. How did she find out Caroline and I would be here tonight? Does she have lookouts with text pagers set up every place Caroline and I go on a Saturday night, or what?
Boyfriend to the rescue! I answer NoMo's question by putting my hand around his neck and pulling his face down to mine. God, I would do anything to avoid Tris recognizing me and trying to talk to me.
Excerpted from Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan. Text copyright © 2005 by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan. Excerpted by permission of Knopf Books for Young Readers, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
and here's the link ; http://www.randomhouse.com/teens/nickandnorah/excerpt.html
I know, interesting isn't it? AHH. Rush to the store right now!
Taa, darlings.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Promises, promises.
I wish I'm as enthusiastic as I am around books when I study. But I'm not. And there's nothing I can do about it. Twilight is set to released on Nov 2008. but sadly, Harry Potter is moved to Summer 2009. But these both has nothing to do with each other. So, don't hold your grudge.
I really really want to buy SMART BOYS AND FAST GIRLS by Stephie Davis.
here's an excerpt because I can't think of anything better to post about.
One of these days, you guys should thank me for giving you unwanted informations. HAHA
ON YOUR MARK!
Natalie Page is overlooked and unappreciated.Yeah, sure, she can run fast.Yeah, sure, all the boys love her...as a buddy.Yeah, she has plans every weekend night...with her friends and their boyfriends.
GET SET
It's time for the world to sit up and take notice. When Natalie makes the varsity cross country team, it seems like the fast track to being cool. The popular girls notice her, the hunky captain of the boys team is giving her rides home. Natalie Page is off and running.
Then she starts to fail geometry. She has to get a tutor: a very annoying boy who thinks sports is for idiots. A very smart boy who thinks she's stupid. A very cute boy who already has a girlfriend and has no interest in her. A boy she told her parents she was dating.
GO!
Natalie Page can run. Now she has to decide how to finish.
I really really want to buy SMART BOYS AND FAST GIRLS by Stephie Davis.
here's an excerpt because I can't think of anything better to post about.
One of these days, you guys should thank me for giving you unwanted informations. HAHA
ON YOUR MARK!
Natalie Page is overlooked and unappreciated.Yeah, sure, she can run fast.Yeah, sure, all the boys love her...as a buddy.Yeah, she has plans every weekend night...with her friends and their boyfriends.
GET SET
It's time for the world to sit up and take notice. When Natalie makes the varsity cross country team, it seems like the fast track to being cool. The popular girls notice her, the hunky captain of the boys team is giving her rides home. Natalie Page is off and running.
Then she starts to fail geometry. She has to get a tutor: a very annoying boy who thinks sports is for idiots. A very smart boy who thinks she's stupid. A very cute boy who already has a girlfriend and has no interest in her. A boy she told her parents she was dating.
GO!
Natalie Page can run. Now she has to decide how to finish.
SNEAK PEEKY
"Is he still watching?" Matt asked.
I glanced at Zach's table. "Yeah." Zach was sporting that smug look on his face too. Even though he was totally cute, it really did made him look like a jerk.
"Then let's give him something to watch." He curved his fingers around the back of my neck and applied gentle pressure. "Come here."
Oh my God. This wasn't going to be like the kiss at the field the other day. This was going to be the real thing.
My heart started pounding and I couldn't catch my breath.
When his lips touched mine, I was sure I was going to die. They were so soft and warm and begging me to join them. So I kissed him back. I mean, I tried. Wasn't exactly the expert, but I tried to copy what he was doing. Well, I tried for a little bit, after that, I couldn't think. All I could do was taste his lips and feel his breath and try not to fall off my chair.
He finally pulled away, but not very far. His eyes were all smoky and made me all warm. "Apparently, running isn't the only thing you're good at." His voice was husky and gravelly and it made my skin pop up in goosebumps. He brushed his thumb over my lips, and I thought for sure I was going to die right on the spot.
"You, too." Was that my voice? Sounded awfully breathless.
The corner of his mouth curved up. "I'm not good at running."
"Well, you're good at kissing."
He broke into a full grin. "Thanks."
"I think that did it," Allie's voice broke into our magic bubble. "Zach's looking pissed, not smug."
Zach. I'd totally forgotten the kiss had been for him. Matt dropped his hand and turned away.
Total loss. I wanted him back. I wanted him to kiss me like that again. And again. And again. At the very least, I wanted him to kiss me until I actually did fall off my chair. Not that that would take much.
"Your hands are shaking." Allie pointed at my water glass, which I'd picked up in an attempt to distract myself. "That must have been some kiss."
Matt and I both looked at my hand, which was very clearly trembling. The water was shivering, and the ice was clinking. I felt my cheeks heat up, and I couldn't look at him.
How totally embarrassing!
Matt said nothing, but he put his arm over the back of my chair and left it there until the food arrived.
Taa, darlings.
I can't stop, I've got the wrong way.
I am so bored that I feel like I have to post quotes of This Lullaby because I really miss it.
"I just thought to myself, all of a sudden,that we had something in common. A natural chemistry, if you will. And I had a feeling that something big was going to happen. To both of us.That we were in fact, meant to be together." - Dexter
"You know,when it works love is pretty amazing. it's not overrated. There's a reason for all those songs" - Dexter
"I hate you," I told him, and he kissed my neck, finally letting go of the cart."Not true," he replied, and started down the aisle, already distracted by a huge display of Velveeta cheese in the dairy section. "Never true." - Remy
"you love me!" He grinned, as if he'd solved the puzzler for all time, as I felt a flush creep across my face."Love me," he called out over his shoulder, in a singsong voice. "You. Love. Me." - Remy
"A few seconds later I watched him climb onstage, so lanky and clumsy: he tagged a speaker with one foot, sending it toppling, as he headed to the mike. One of his shoelaces, of course, was undone." - Remy
"And love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you." - Remy
"Did you really believe, that the first day, that we were meant to be together?" I asked him. He looked at me and then said, "You're here, aren't you?" - Remy.
and here's an excerpt. This Lullaby Chapter 8
"I just thought to myself, all of a sudden,that we had something in common. A natural chemistry, if you will. And I had a feeling that something big was going to happen. To both of us.That we were in fact, meant to be together." - Dexter
"You know,when it works love is pretty amazing. it's not overrated. There's a reason for all those songs" - Dexter
"I hate you," I told him, and he kissed my neck, finally letting go of the cart."Not true," he replied, and started down the aisle, already distracted by a huge display of Velveeta cheese in the dairy section. "Never true." - Remy
"you love me!" He grinned, as if he'd solved the puzzler for all time, as I felt a flush creep across my face."Love me," he called out over his shoulder, in a singsong voice. "You. Love. Me." - Remy
"A few seconds later I watched him climb onstage, so lanky and clumsy: he tagged a speaker with one foot, sending it toppling, as he headed to the mike. One of his shoelaces, of course, was undone." - Remy
"And love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you." - Remy
"Did you really believe, that the first day, that we were meant to be together?" I asked him. He looked at me and then said, "You're here, aren't you?" - Remy.
and here's an excerpt. This Lullaby Chapter 8
still waiting, still hoping.
I don't drink coffee. Why? Well firstly, because it doesn't even taste nice. Secondly and the main reason ; it stuns your growth. Or so I've read. I am still waiting to grow a few more cm. Maybe till I reach 173? God. I'm only 5'5 now. I want to be at least 5'7. Its not fair. Especially that Usain Bolt(or whoever his name is. the one who won the 100m race from Brazil). He's 190 cm/ 6f 5. It ain't fair. I know I slouch, so if I'm taller then I can slouch and still look tall. HAHA. That's stupid. Im trying hard not to slouch. Im trying to stand up/sit up straight. But it's just so hard to get out of the comfortable zone. It's not painful, it's just frustrating. I don't have that enough self control. I don't have enough determination to actually stand up straight all the time. Sometimes I just slip.
Wall.E was fun. It would be better if the guy next to me doesn't imitate every sound Wall.E did. He's Arab or something. Gawd, it's so annoying. Plus, he can't keep his hand to himself. It keeps sliding on my arm rest. On MINE! He has his own on the other side for god sake.
Adlin is clearly having an effect on me. I think I'm obsessed with Twilight and its all Adlin's fault. Saw Breaking Dawn at Kino just now but didn't bought it. I know Adlin would throw a fit if I did. She wants to be the first to read it (among us obviously) Turns out I didn't have to, (buy the book) she sent me a text saying she just bought it. Also, Adlin is making me so curious about Breaking Dawn that I read the plot at Wikipedia. I am so pissed at myself. I shouldn't have. Now, it's no surprise. I even read the last page on Breaking Dawn just now. I never do that. I always always read it from the first to last. I never try to sneek / peek the last page. Adlin is having a bad effect on me.
Penelope is coming out soon and I really wanna watch it. Am I really obsessed with movies now? Yes, I think I am actually. Gonna watch The Other Boleyn Girl tomorrow because Hummy keep telling me to watch it. No good book lately. I really miss This Lullaby. Dexter and Remy is the best. I love them with all my heart.
I really hate it when someone asks my opinion on clothes. They should now better. I always feel guilty. I don't care at all about which shirt looks better, or which pants makes the shirt stands out. I don't give a damn. I always try too hard to read their mind. To actually tell which one that person like. I guess with my dad, I'm good with that. He was so satisfied with the cargo pants I choosed for my brother that he said I could go to Kinokuniya after that. ( before that, he said I couldn't go) but just as we were about to get out from the store, he saw another pants which is much more better and reallly regretted buying the other one. As a result, I only get to go to Kinokuniya for 10 min.
Stephenie Meyer said in an interview that she's still not done with Leah's story and I'm glad. I am not satisfied either. YEY! I know there's more to Leah.
Sarah Dessen says This Lullaby is one of her personal favourite. YEY! HAha
Oh and another thing. I know this sounds ridiculous and I think way too much but it actually make sense.
I was reading Seventeen's may 2003 Issue where there was this interview with Andy Roddick. It mentioned that Mandy was at the same place Andy was because she was filming How to Deal. And I know they broke up, but I still think they're a cute couple. And come to think of this, it's all because of Sarah Dessen! If she didnt wrote That Summer and Someone Like You, then no movie would have been made, and Mandy won't be at the place where Andy were, and they would not meet and the cute couple(while it lasted) wouldn't happen.
Goodness, I really take things way toooo intensely, don't I?
Taa, darlings.
Wall.E was fun. It would be better if the guy next to me doesn't imitate every sound Wall.E did. He's Arab or something. Gawd, it's so annoying. Plus, he can't keep his hand to himself. It keeps sliding on my arm rest. On MINE! He has his own on the other side for god sake.
Adlin is clearly having an effect on me. I think I'm obsessed with Twilight and its all Adlin's fault. Saw Breaking Dawn at Kino just now but didn't bought it. I know Adlin would throw a fit if I did. She wants to be the first to read it (among us obviously) Turns out I didn't have to, (buy the book) she sent me a text saying she just bought it. Also, Adlin is making me so curious about Breaking Dawn that I read the plot at Wikipedia. I am so pissed at myself. I shouldn't have. Now, it's no surprise. I even read the last page on Breaking Dawn just now. I never do that. I always always read it from the first to last. I never try to sneek / peek the last page. Adlin is having a bad effect on me.
Penelope is coming out soon and I really wanna watch it. Am I really obsessed with movies now? Yes, I think I am actually. Gonna watch The Other Boleyn Girl tomorrow because Hummy keep telling me to watch it. No good book lately. I really miss This Lullaby. Dexter and Remy is the best. I love them with all my heart.
I really hate it when someone asks my opinion on clothes. They should now better. I always feel guilty. I don't care at all about which shirt looks better, or which pants makes the shirt stands out. I don't give a damn. I always try too hard to read their mind. To actually tell which one that person like. I guess with my dad, I'm good with that. He was so satisfied with the cargo pants I choosed for my brother that he said I could go to Kinokuniya after that. ( before that, he said I couldn't go) but just as we were about to get out from the store, he saw another pants which is much more better and reallly regretted buying the other one. As a result, I only get to go to Kinokuniya for 10 min.
Stephenie Meyer said in an interview that she's still not done with Leah's story and I'm glad. I am not satisfied either. YEY! I know there's more to Leah.
Sarah Dessen says This Lullaby is one of her personal favourite. YEY! HAha
Oh and another thing. I know this sounds ridiculous and I think way too much but it actually make sense.
I was reading Seventeen's may 2003 Issue where there was this interview with Andy Roddick. It mentioned that Mandy was at the same place Andy was because she was filming How to Deal. And I know they broke up, but I still think they're a cute couple. And come to think of this, it's all because of Sarah Dessen! If she didnt wrote That Summer and Someone Like You, then no movie would have been made, and Mandy won't be at the place where Andy were, and they would not meet and the cute couple(while it lasted) wouldn't happen.
Goodness, I really take things way toooo intensely, don't I?
Taa, darlings.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
whats aching inside?
most Twilight fans prefer Gaspard Ulliel rather than Robbert Pattinson and I agreeeee.
But its a good thing Gaspard isn't Edward.
he doesn't have to kiss Kirsten Stewart. YEY!
Gaspard. Ah. The way you make me feel. I would never forget the way you look in Hannibal Rising. Even if you're sucha horrible person in the movie, just the sight of you would make me stand before you if someone decides to shoot you. No. Wait. Scratch that. I won't. because that means I have to let other girls sit in wonder of your beautiful features while I'm dead. Even if I'm in heaven, I'd still rather be with you. I would ask the shooter to shoot us both so that we can be together, no matter where. I know I'm in love from the first time I read your name in the newspaper review about Hannibal Rising. It gives me goosebumps. Then I saw you, just a glimpse and my heart fails to beat. It was like my heart was suddenly stolen, in that mere brief second. No one can find it, and I know if I have money (and permission from my father), I would long ago went to Eiffel Tower where I'd find my heart and the reason of my existence. Gaspard, the things you do to me.
so here's something to show you why its inevitable to fall for him.
Hands off--- him.
Taa,darlings.
But its a good thing Gaspard isn't Edward.
he doesn't have to kiss Kirsten Stewart. YEY!
Gaspard. Ah. The way you make me feel. I would never forget the way you look in Hannibal Rising. Even if you're sucha horrible person in the movie, just the sight of you would make me stand before you if someone decides to shoot you. No. Wait. Scratch that. I won't. because that means I have to let other girls sit in wonder of your beautiful features while I'm dead. Even if I'm in heaven, I'd still rather be with you. I would ask the shooter to shoot us both so that we can be together, no matter where. I know I'm in love from the first time I read your name in the newspaper review about Hannibal Rising. It gives me goosebumps. Then I saw you, just a glimpse and my heart fails to beat. It was like my heart was suddenly stolen, in that mere brief second. No one can find it, and I know if I have money (and permission from my father), I would long ago went to Eiffel Tower where I'd find my heart and the reason of my existence. Gaspard, the things you do to me.
so here's something to show you why its inevitable to fall for him.
Hands off--- him.
Taa,darlings.
Where is the mercy? where is the justice?
The light has been shed upon me. My life is fullfilled. I feel whole. I can feel myself bursting into life. I am the best thing that ever happened.
I bought my face cleanser. You can't imagine my excitement. I am absobloominglutely ( a word teya taught me) thrilled that I think I might faint.
Finished Eclipse this morning. The first thing I did today. Strange though. I really like Twilight but I didn't dreamt about it. I actually thought I would, but I didn't.
I am angry for Leah. I pity her. To think she lost the love of her life because of a legend. Because of something that is against anyone's will. Sam had wanted her the way she wanted him. I can't stop thinking that the only reason Sam loves Emily is because he had to. Because of the imprinting. Because he was a werewolf, and imprinting was a legend for him. If he wasn't a werewolf, Leah would still be his lover. It's so unfair. Unfair to Leah. Although I know Sam feels guilty, he has Emily. Leah has no one. Now she's a werewolf herself, and every thought she has is known to Sam. Isn't it already bad that she thinks about Sam, now Sam knows about it too? Ah. The horror. The weird thing is, I wish I was Leah. I wish I could feel the pain. I wish to live in it. Because then I can try to be strong.
god, i'm so pissed I can't even type anymore. Bye. Ttyl.
I bought my face cleanser. You can't imagine my excitement. I am absobloominglutely ( a word teya taught me) thrilled that I think I might faint.
Finished Eclipse this morning. The first thing I did today. Strange though. I really like Twilight but I didn't dreamt about it. I actually thought I would, but I didn't.
I am angry for Leah. I pity her. To think she lost the love of her life because of a legend. Because of something that is against anyone's will. Sam had wanted her the way she wanted him. I can't stop thinking that the only reason Sam loves Emily is because he had to. Because of the imprinting. Because he was a werewolf, and imprinting was a legend for him. If he wasn't a werewolf, Leah would still be his lover. It's so unfair. Unfair to Leah. Although I know Sam feels guilty, he has Emily. Leah has no one. Now she's a werewolf herself, and every thought she has is known to Sam. Isn't it already bad that she thinks about Sam, now Sam knows about it too? Ah. The horror. The weird thing is, I wish I was Leah. I wish I could feel the pain. I wish to live in it. Because then I can try to be strong.
god, i'm so pissed I can't even type anymore. Bye. Ttyl.
Friday, August 15, 2008
a never ending desire.
need it. want it. must have it.
miss it. love it. have to get it.
it's out of stock. can you believe it?! AHHHHH. I am PISSED
Thursday, August 14, 2008
you can't stop running, i won't stop chasing.
Life. They never fail to surprise you right? Wanna hear things that might surprise you?
- Did you know that Frank Swettenham was an amateur photographer? WHAT A SHOCKER RYTEEE? to think that he's the first Resident General of the Federated Malay States. Just a prove to never judge a book by its cover, heh?
- Moving on. I was reading my sister's Dolly just now, and found out about this movie WILD CHILD starring Emma Roberts. I think it's going to be totally fun. The main character is Poppy which is obviously played by Emma. Poppy is a spoilt rich brat who was sent to a boarding school at England for throwing a wild party while her father is away. Determined to get expelled, she decides to hook up with the headmistress son only to discover that she's fallen in love with him.
- I was reading the interview on Michael Cera when I found out he's starring in a movie called Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. The title sounds so familiar. And then POP! it springs to mind. Its a book. by David Levithan and Rachel Cohn. I knew it. I just knew it.Whats its about? Totally cool, i tell ya. Even if you don't like it, you can still oogle over Michael Cera. (i know, he's not THAT cute. I have weird taste)
It's been three weeks, 2 days, and 23 hours since Tris broke up with Nick. And now here she is at his gig, with a new guy. How could she have moved on so fast??? Nick, in a desperate attempt to show her he's moved on too, turns to the girl next to him and asks her to be his 5 minute girlfriend. This begins the night of Nick, Norah and manhattan. The night of stripping nuns, hotel ice rooms, russian food, psychotically jewish ex boyfriends and lovingly trashy ex girlfriends. It's the night of Julio and Salvatore. The night of holding hands and writing songs and singing in the rain. It's a night they'll never forget. The girl starring as Norah is that girl from Raise Your Voice. The girl who plays piano so gracefully.Remember?
- Oh, another coincidence. I was watching E! one eve when there's something about that guy who acts as Ryan in HSM. I wasn't interested and only watched it becauseI had nothing better to do. The TV said something about him starring with that girl in Camp Rock! I know, yadayadayada. Blabla. *yawn* but then they show this clip about the new movie and it caught my full attention. The girl was screaming "Lester! Can you keep it down?". which is actually normal. Nothing actually spectacular about that particular line right? Maybe for you. For me, the word Lester is enough. It reminds me about this book I got from Mummy on my 12th birthday, The Blooming of Alice by Philips Reynold Naylor. So imagine my utter shock when the title is Alice Upside Down. I can't believe it. Is it my luck that upcoming movies are based on books I've read? Alice Upside Down was set for production on 2007, though. it's about a 11 years old girl. But who cares?
last but not least, found a wickedly awesome website - www.commonsensemedia.org. gives u a lot of info but nothing beats Wiki. - True Confession of a Hollywood Starlet is a tv show that stars Jojo. check it out at - http://www.commonsensemedia.org/tv-reviews/True-Confessions-Hollywood-Starlet.html
Saturday, August 9, 2008
creating castles used to be easy
when we fall, we pull others with us, when we stand, we push others away.
I winced, I can't do this,
I cried, I want this to stop.
Why should I suffer?
I am a lost case here.
Those words weren't meant to be uttered.
i miss you, i need your kiss
No! No. I won't wait in agony,
I won't fall and bleed.
I'm not going to tremble,
falling down to my knees.
I'm no Superman,
I'm no Batman,
I am just a girl,
hoping to be loved.
Let you get bitten by spiders,
let you see the sight of kryptonite,
you are MY man.
Whoever creates Wiki is a Genius.
I tried. I tried so hard not to hate Lynn Collins. I did. I did tried. So hard, even. But I couldn't. I wanted to have a positive thought for her. I don't even know her for god sake. But when I found out about her, that all done is done. She doesn't make me like her. She's too old to marry Steven Strait who is 22 years old. Guess how old she is? 29 years old. So, don't blame me. When I found out about her age, I still manage to keep a positive thought. Then I went and search for her pictures, and I actually thought Steven smart enough to marry someone pretty so I could forgive him for marrying someone older. But he fails to impress.
what does he see in her? all I see is terrible make up and wrinkles. Ah, Steven. Who would've thought? Okayy. Let's not talk about her. Makes me want to take a plane to Hollywood right this instance and just shake Steven up and ask him " What the hell is wrong with you? Are you blind? ARE YOU?!"
Let's talk about good news.
- Confessions of a Shopaholic is currently in post-production and is set to be released on February 13, 2009
- Bride Wars is an upcoming movie from the executive producer of Uptown Girls and the writer of 10 Things I Hate About You, Karen McCullah Lutz ( i read her debut novel!) starring Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway out on January 9, 2009.
- 17 Again is a 2009 Big-like comedy film from New Line Cinema starring Matthew Perry and Zac Efron, and directed by Burr Steers. Slated for release on February 20, 2009.
- The Proposal is an American comedy film directed by Anne Fletcher(producer for Step Up). The screenplay was written by Pete Chiarelli and stars Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds.[1] The film is slated to be released on September 25, 2009 by Touchstone Pictures.
- He's Just Not That Into You is an American romantic comedy film.Produced by Drew Barrymore's Flower Films, it stars Ben Affleck, Jennifer Aniston, Drew Barrymore, Scarlett Johansson, Justin Long, Jennifer Connelly, Ginnifer Goodwin, Kevin Connolly, and Bradley Cooper; and is being directed by Ken Kwapis.
On June 26, 2008, the release date was moved from October 24, 2008 to February 6, 2009
Amazing how much information one website can give you right? AH. So now, I'm headed for the newspaper to decide which movie to watch. What's your suggestion?
Taa, darlings.
Friday, August 8, 2008
these timeless creations
Ooh, the one who is playing James in Twilight is Cam Gigandet. I know, who the hell? What name am I talking about? Maybe it's better if I mentioned his alter ego, Volchok. Remember?
It gives me the tingles already. See what I say about boys with flaws? He's always portraying the bad guys, maybe he is a perfect one and wants to be bad for once. Okay, that's a cross out.
that's the best I could manage in such short notice because it's already 6 and I'm off to get ready for school.
Ahh, how fast time flies.
It gives me the tingles already. See what I say about boys with flaws? He's always portraying the bad guys, maybe he is a perfect one and wants to be bad for once. Okay, that's a cross out.
that's the best I could manage in such short notice because it's already 6 and I'm off to get ready for school.Ahh, how fast time flies.
we don't work for the same community
Ah. Guess what? It's 4 in the morning. Hey, that reminds me of Gwen's song. Anyway, lately, Ive been sleeping early. I get sleeepy when it's barely even 10. Whaddaheell? So I told my Dad to bring back the laptop but I didn't get a chance to use it as I was probably in chocolate heaven in my dreams. So here I am, I woke up at 4 especially for it. Ooh, I'm wide awake too! Can you just believe it? No hint of sleepiness. I woke up and headed straight to the Twilights website because Adlin was just babbling about it yesterday and I felt quite sad that I didn't know it. I know, pathetic right? She finished New Moon and didn't brought it to school. That's meaaaaan. What does that say for our friendship hah? HAh? She's not coming today so that means I have to wake up early on Sat and actually go to school, just for the sake of New Moon. but it isnt that bad. They are doing this Teknik Menjawab Sains so I guess, it's good for my sake although I know I'm not going to pay my full attention to it. I a.m. B.O.R.E.D. Just now, I dreamt about going to this shopping mall, and there's two floor just full of books. Sadly, it's not all YA books but pretty good. I dreamt going there with my auntie, Hanim. Ahh, how I wish it would come true.
I am watching Twilight trailer right now, is it just me or Robert Pattinson looks weird? I've never had a thing with him, even in Harry Potter although he is the perfect Cedric Diggory. I have something against perfect boys. It just makes them seems more GAY. I mean, theorically no one's perfect, they just appear to be. But thats a turndown already for me. I love mens / boys with flaws. Full flaws. Like Dexter in This Lullaby. God! Now, I can't stop smiling. Mention This Lullaby and it's like kryptonite to me. My knees goes weak, I tremble and my smile just seem to go up. Pathetic actually to think about it. Isn't this what people always say about their significant other? Yet I am here, talking about a book.
Although boys with flaws are what interest me the most, the guy I'm writing in this so called book is actually perfect. Maybe just a tiny teensy part of me, like a boy who's perfect but for now, I can't help hating all that is. So no offence to the hot/smart combination of boys, it's just me. The others doesn't think you're gay. It's just me. YOU GAY MORON! YOU AIN'T PERFECT. YOU'RE JUST TOOOO GAY TO BE HETEROSEXUAL.
SEE? I just can't help it. It's not me. It's this mind, and this hand. They seem to work together.
Now, I'm crapping. Okay, bye and I know, you'll love me forever I don't need to remind you like that pathetic Gossip Girl who ends every post with you know you love me.
IT'S THIS MIND! AND HAND!! IT AINT ME.
Taa, darlings.
I am watching Twilight trailer right now, is it just me or Robert Pattinson looks weird? I've never had a thing with him, even in Harry Potter although he is the perfect Cedric Diggory. I have something against perfect boys. It just makes them seems more GAY. I mean, theorically no one's perfect, they just appear to be. But thats a turndown already for me. I love mens / boys with flaws. Full flaws. Like Dexter in This Lullaby. God! Now, I can't stop smiling. Mention This Lullaby and it's like kryptonite to me. My knees goes weak, I tremble and my smile just seem to go up. Pathetic actually to think about it. Isn't this what people always say about their significant other? Yet I am here, talking about a book.
Although boys with flaws are what interest me the most, the guy I'm writing in this so called book is actually perfect. Maybe just a tiny teensy part of me, like a boy who's perfect but for now, I can't help hating all that is. So no offence to the hot/smart combination of boys, it's just me. The others doesn't think you're gay. It's just me. YOU GAY MORON! YOU AIN'T PERFECT. YOU'RE JUST TOOOO GAY TO BE HETEROSEXUAL.
SEE? I just can't help it. It's not me. It's this mind, and this hand. They seem to work together.
Now, I'm crapping. Okay, bye and I know, you'll love me forever I don't need to remind you like that pathetic Gossip Girl who ends every post with you know you love me.
IT'S THIS MIND! AND HAND!! IT AINT ME.
Taa, darlings.
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