you're an exception

Hey Baby, how about.. dump Lowe, marry me?

sit back, and enjoy your journey

As it turns out, I've already finished 2 books. I don't know how people can stand stopping a book at the middle of the story. Aren't you curious? Don't you want to know what happens? Ah. The agony just eats me up. So, Like I told Cipah and Liyy, I haven't read the last page of WAKE because I was kinda sad to finish it. It's such a good book, but i could barely contain myself. It's like I'm hypnotized and I'm chanting "MUST FINISH WAKE" "MUST FINISH WAKE" all the time. So, I gave in and read the last page. You see, even the last page makes me like this. I bought Twisted yesterday. I was fighting with my inner demon whose urging me to read the book. I won. For about 8 hours before I gave in. I even set out the limit you know. First, it's until 50 pages only. I read happily, going along with the story. Suddenly, I looked at the pages number and it says 74. So, I figure why not read it until 100. I did, but that part was sucking me in that I couldn't put the book down. So, I said. Ok, just until Tyler kisses Bethany. Then they did, and godknowswhathappen an hour later I finished the book. Such a gripping story. I cried while I laughed. It's that good! One second, he wants to die. The next second, he's quoting Star Wars. It's true what they say about Laurie Halse Anderson, she's a star. And honestly, what a winning story! I am also waiting in despair for the WAKE's sequel to come out next Feb 2009. It's called FADE. And then, the following year for the third book in WAKE trilogy. Oooh, guess what both Twisted and WAKE has in common? Both boy cried, and I didn't even felt the tiniest bit disgusted by that. Anyway, looks like I only have one book to go. Which I'm going to hold off reading as long as my self-determination could stretch. But I don't think it's going to be that hard. It's SWEET 16 by Kate Brian. Not to say that she's not good, 'fgs' I love her. Its just that the books that challenges my imagination, that deals with death and truth, that makes me so caught up in the moment. SWEET 16 is going to be a lighter read after 3 heavy stories. Starting with Sight,WAKE then Twisted. I am finally reading books from my list. I'm so happy, it's like I flew up to heaven. Not that I will, not until I get to read Perfect You and Smart Boys and Fast Girls. Then, I'll do what I want to, I'll fly up to heaven. Or glide myself away. WHATEVER.

Looks like I have to go to school tomorrow. Hoomy can't come tomorrow and my dad wants me to go. Seriously. He interrupted my lovely adventure to Chocoland just to tell me that I need to go to school tomorrow because he's getting sick of seeing me around the house doing nothing. Well, here's a news flash, I do nothing at school too. But you know what, I'll just obey. So, I gave him a shrug and went to sleep. Sadly, Chocoland wasn't waiting anymore. I had to settle for watching myself killing people who insults me. Its actually satisfying. I've always wanted to do that. I just wasn't bold enough. Ok, fine I admit. I'm afraid too. What? Oh 'fgs' Yes. Not ready to eat jail's food.


All I want is to hear that 3 simple words. The one that would make me so happy. The one that I'd be happy to go along with. The one which would end my misery.


Let's go die


'Waterpark' right?

Thatsall.

never let go.

One of the things I'm grateful about being a mix is that I get to celebrate two celebration, which by the way means double the money! WOOT. We celebrated at Amber Pua's house. Oooh. And I discovered that my father has crooked nose. HAHA. It was kinda weird you know, we went to someone's house and found out it was my father's childhood mate's house. So, Aunty Shanti(the childhood mate) was complimenting Haziq and my Dad was boasting that Haziq follows his good looks. anyway here's how the conversation went;

A.Shanti : Wow. He's so cute. And so fair.
Daddy : Well. Look at his father-lah!
A.Shanti : Shut Up, ok. He doesn't look a bit like you. Thank god your kids don't get your crooked nose.
(at that point I looked at Dad's nose, and yerp there it was)
A.Shanti :(looking at me,Qila,Qiba) You know how your father has crooked nose?
(We all shook our head)
A.Shanti : (asking my dad) You never tell them hah? Can I tell them?
Daddy : You tell lah. You're a big part of it.
A.Shanti : (telling us) He has crooked nose because, well this is what he says lah, When he was a boy, all the girls will kiss his nose at one side so it becomes crooked.


Maybe that wasnt funny for you guys, but it cracks me up.Do you get it? He's saying Aunty Shanti kisses his nose too. Who would've thought my father was so full of himself (sometimes, he still is) and such a big teaser too. Like for example;

Daddy: You haven't changed at all hah.
A.Shanti: Really?
Daddy: Ok-lah. You've grown taller.
A.Shanti:Yes ah?
Daddy: Yeah. About 2 inches like that.


and ;


Daddy: How old are you now? 53 eh?
Nina Pua: No-lah. She's younger than me.
A.Shanti: He knows. He's just teasing.
Nina Pua: Youre '64 right? I'm '63.
A.SHanti:Yeah, I'm 44.Daddy: Oh. 2 years only ke? I remember you so small
A.Shanti: Ya-lah. That's why you like to bully me.
A.Shanti:(telling us kids) He likes to steal people's bike and then run around the village. We all have to beg him to let us play.
Daddy: But I always give you what?
A.Shanti: Hmmm. Yeah right.
Daddy: No, really. I always give you.
A.Shanti: You were sick that time.
Daddy: Oooh. Now I remember.



So, there you go. My father's childhood. Sometimes I really wonder, what makes my mother fall for him? probably his stupid jokes.

first time, it's always like this

listen to my heart breaking,
what do you call this; a fling?
Maybe I asked too much,
maybe I'm too busy to watch,
where we'll end up in the end,
will we stay forever?
or will we roll our eyes as we meet again.


Please tell me then,
I need to set the record straight,
before it is too late,
before one of us get laid,
I hope it's not me; not you either,
I remember you saying you wanted to wait,
hopefully you'll stick to it,
promise me, I won't have to wonder,
wether or not you're too eager.

You're the only one worth marrying

you know how Becky said she had a wave of adrenaline rush when she saw the clearanse 50-70% sale in NY? Well, I got that feeling too when I went under the canopy today and books are everywhere within my sight. I feel like grabbing every one of it. Throwing them out, grabbing them, holding them with every finger I could manage. I saw this girl holding Candy by Kevin Brooks and I get this strange urge to grab it from her arms. I know, I love books so much my heart aches.


p/s; I didnt bought Candy because the other covers are pretty dirty and it isn't really a bargain.

p;p/s: Damn all the those people who just throw away books they don't want, making the covers torned, the pages to fold. Urgh.

I take back my words,

I LOVE MULTI PURPOSE HOLDING (MPH) BOOKSTORES!

It's annoying, I get it.

Hi! I know it's totally annoying that I write on my blog every 5 minutes but Im just so bored and I feel like I have to post stuffs. Anyway. I haven't checked Sarah's blog for what seems like a lifetime. The last time I checked, she said she's on the work of writing a new book. Today, I decided to pay her a little visit. Guess what? The cover is out! OMG!! The b0ok is set to be out June 09.

And the cover is the best so far. Its ten times better than Dreamland. It's cuter than Someone Like You. Here check it out;



I know!!!! Isn't it cute? AHHHHHHHH. My heart is accelerating. I can't barely contain this euphoria! I love it. I can't wait to buy the book. But before that, I have to read Lock and Key first! AHHH. So much to do, so little time.

shouldn't I feel more?

The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw, my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still... It feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... Who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you. Chances are it could be even worse. So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn't seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict. You're not killing anyone... Except maybe yourself a little. When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked at us really close. Which, thank God, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever... that you'll never have to change again.

help me wipe my tears.

Amy: Maybe love's like math. You don't get better at it but you just get used to it. Simple equations with the occasional variable.

Ephram: I hope not. I suck at math.

humpty dumpty

when you fall,
i'll be there,
to guide you where to land.


"no, a little bit to your left. yes, move forward.."


Taa, darlings.

keep this in memory

because when my heart breaks,

I'll become your worst nightmare.

Twintwelve you rock!

I want you to want me.

I need you to need me.

I'd love you to love me.

I'm beggin you to beg me.

I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.

I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.

what we aim to do

I got bored and voila, I wrote something. HAHA. nothing to do with anything, it's a spin off.


check it out here - http://tieqqa93.livejournal.com/589.html

don't fool with me, I'm not a toy

Hey. I think I know what book to buy. If all my other choices are not available, I think I'd go for Twistedby Laurie Halse Anderson. I saw the book a few months back and of course, was tempted to buy it. However, just a couple of books after it was Fairest by Gail Carson Levine. So which should I pick? A book that sounds interesting or a book from an author that I know will never dissapoint. After a brief moment of hesitation, I plucked out Fairest from the shelf and went to Daddy to ask him for approval(mind you, it was close to PMR then) Anyway, I was searching for books, as you already know and I came across Twisted again. It's really funny and dark, or so I've heard. I've heard such praises for the author that curiosity gets the better of me. She also wrote Speak which was then been made into a movie starring *urgh?* Kristen Stewart (and to think back, I think the movie that made her a household name) and for a more cheery side, she wrote Prom. Twisted is the first book she'll write from a male's perspective. I don't think I'll be going to GE Mall or any place with good bookstores anytime sooner so looks like I have to settle with Jusco's MPH for my on-going book search. Let's just hope that it's there, so cross your fingers.

anyway, this is the review for Twisted :

Tyler Miller was a socially invisible nerd ("Your average piece of drywall who spent too much time playing computer games") before he sprayed some attention-getting graffiti and became a legend. Sentenced to a summer of physical labor, he enters his senior year with new muscles that attract popular Bethany Millbury, whose father is Tyler's dad's boss. On probation for his graffiti stunt, Tyler struggles to balance his consuming crush with pressure that comes from schoolwork and his explosive father, and after Tyler is implicated in a drunken crime, his balancing act falls apart. The dialogue occasionally has the cliched feel of a teen movie ("Party's over." "We're just getting started. And I don't remember inviting you"). What works well here is the frank, on-target humor ("I was a zit on the butt of the student body"), the taut pacing, and the small moments, recounted in Tyler's first-person voice, that illuminate his emotional anguish. Writing for the first time from a male perspective, Anderson skillfully explores identity and power struggles that all young people will recognize.


this is the cover of Prom which I'm pretty sure is very familiar because I've seen it a million times but never thought of picking it up and reading the back. Probably because the title suggest your typical teenage book. Well, thats just to say don't judge a book by it's cover.

those chicks don't even know the name of my band

Fuck fair. I told Hoomy about Naomi and Ely and the next thing I know, her dad ordered it from Amazon because apparently its not available in Malaysia.

I am in desperate need for books. Searching books online brings back the poignant memories of me re-reading my books. I can't stand it. I need books. Is it just me or does the bookshops don't sell any interesting books? Fuck them. I want Perfect You. I want Smart Boys and Fast Girls. I want Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. I most definitely want BOOKS.


Discovered a lot of promising-good- books. Check it out;

Sleepless- Terri Clark

Eighteen-year-old Trinity Michaels has the ability to dream walk. It's a power she doesn't want, but it forever alters her life when she's unable to find an abducted teen before she's killed. While Trinity does help police capture the killer, Rafe Stevens, her involvement makes her his next target. Stevens pleads insanity and his convincing performance, aided by his despicable attorney, get him sentenced to a mental institute where a diabolical physician experiments on him. Now Rafe's escaped the sanitarium and he's after Trinity. Like her, he now has a special ability, one that allows him to stalk Trinity through her dreams. If he kills her in her sleep, she'll die for real. To survive she must find him first and the only person willing to help her is Dan Devlin, disillusioned son of the shady lawyer who knowingly aided Rafe in getting away with murder. Can she trust Dan with her safety, not to mention her heart?

In Your Room- Jordanna Fraiberg

Molly and Charlie have fallen head over heels in love—even though they’ve never met Molly is a fashion-conscious city girl in L.A. Charlie is an earthy, mountain-biking dude from Boulder, Colorado. Each of them has big plans with their respective friends for the summer—until they discover that their parents decided to swap houses!
Luckily there’s no amount of homesickness that a bit of snooping can’t cure. Charlie and Molly begin crawling under beds and poking around in closets to find out a little more about each other—and they like what they find.
Can Charlie and Molly’s long-distance romance survive jealousy, misunderstandings—and the thousand miles between them?

My Most Excellent Year- Steve Kluger

Meet T.C., who is valiantly attempting to get Alejandra to fall in love with him; Alejandra, who is playing hard to get and is busy trying to sashay out from under the responsibilities of being a diplomat’s daughter; and T.C.’s brother Augie, who is gay and in love and everyone knows it but him.

there are lots of others but I'm too tired to post it. No the worries. You'd probably hear about it anytime soon when you ask me about it. Okay, then. Have fun. I'm going to do my online book search. Have fun!

p/s; thanks to Harmony Reviews.

You can start screaming now

I think I've just died and went to heaven.

I am so happy, I could die.

Seriously, check out E! Online and click on Who's Cuter without Makeup and click on Angelina. Don't see her big face, just read the comments. Let me give you some examples;

cal Oct 4 08, 6:08 AM

-.i don't see the big deal about her...she just isn't all that pretty even with all her make-up

antibotox Oct 4 08, 5:52 PM


-they give nicole kidman such a hard time about her botox, but it looks like angelina is going overboard with it too


Now, I can die in euphoria. HAHA. Serves you right big lipped woman!



Anyway, this is specially for Adlin -and Ofiellia- Sorrylah if it's horrible, I'm not good with words.

So here's the thing, My father is Patrick Jones, number 55th in Forbes top-earning Businessman in the World. He died when I was only two months old. Then enter my mother, a has-been model who has worked with names like Christian Lacrouix, Chanel and numerous others. Doesn't my life sounds glamorous? Not really, especially if your mother gave you to your father because she reckons she's just not the mama-type. Add that with losing your father due to a freak accident and having passed around to relatives because your mother still thinks she's not mama-type. When I turned 3, it's either the light has been shed upon her or she completely lost her mind(aging side effect) because she decided to finally let me in. I was perfectly happy to at last, being accepted by the persn who gave me birth. However, I've come to know everything must have a catch. The thing is, my mother has this illusion about me taking over the world. She pictures me strutting my way down the runway. Of course she loves me. It's just that dissapointment got the better of her when she found out that she gave birth to a big boned, huge bosom and has a butt that fills the jeans kind of girl. At least thats what I tell myself. My mother wants me to have everything she didn't get when she was young. She doesn't get it that I don't want everything. To be frank, she doesn't even care that I don't want everything. Which leads you to a huge closet full with designer handbags, tailor-made dresses paid on credit card that I'm willing to bet on my Playstation 2, its still hasn't been paid off yet. I am not a spoiled rich brat who spends all day whining about not getting enough money. I'm perfectly happy if I had to go to public school. There's nothing wrong about that. Instead, I have to enter Scene 2: The Land of Wannabees and Posers. Not like there isn't anyone nice in my school, in fact I have my share of friends, but it's inevitable to not hate them no matter how nice they are, when they look like they're imported from the runways of Paris and Milan. Of course, they say they don't think I'm fat, but how stupid can I be? I may be fat but the fats doesn't crams my bain and makes it hard to differentiate between a truth and a lie. between the fantasy and the reality. Heaven sake, I see the reality everytime I pass the mirror. I don't belong here. I tried to convince my mother, just send me to a public school and I'll be the happiest girl ever lived plus in the same time, doing her a favor. It's not like I don't know how much a private school costs. But she's like a bull, once she sees something red, she goes for it, no matter the obstacles she has to go through. So there you get me, a nobody in the land where everyone's a somebody.

can't get enough, can't help myself.

Jen pregnant? NO WAY!

Ahh, I just love her and John Mayer.


p/s; the guy behind is kinda cute, right? haha







I love them even if they're only on and off.

the brits are here, and they came to stay.

From Left; Alexa Chung, Peaches Geldof, Pixie Geldof, Daisy Lowe






a pinch of Peaches




Agyness Deyn lookin' good






Emma Watson


And last but not least, the one and only, the reason for hearts breaking everywhere



i can't upload it, so just check him out - http://thomay.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/alex_pettyfer3.jpg


the only metrosexual(or in my words, looking gay) that I can fall for.

she's the poster model for perfection

thank god she's Turner's or I might just turn lesbian.

i'm sick and it's getting lame

please don't act like you're one in the million.

nothing beats a broken heart

sometimes I wonder

why was I born?

to live in this world

where hatred is the theme

and love is lost

in the deep blue sea

you can see it

but you won't risk yourself

to go at such length

to find life's answers

so instead we did our worst

we live in this world

we don't make the best of it

we die in deep frustation

we lived our lives

with agony tearing us apart

this better be good

the way I see it

Life's a bit cliche

i think we should break up

ssup bitch?

do i look like i care?

'cause if I do, well you know what they say

LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING

iamwatchingFHandfranklyidontneedyouropinion