Want More Crap, Need To Be More Random.

Question : Why does my other blog, which only contains 17 post has more 20 followers than this one, which holds 200 post?
Answer : I'm cool. You guys just don't appreciate it.


HAHAHAHHA. Bodoh bodoh bodoh.


Okay, nak menari salsa sekarang jugak dekat tengah jalan sebab OMG, Rachel Cohn and David Levithan is up for another colloboration. That's the shizznit, homie.


quoted -"Nancy Hinkel at Knopf Books for Young Readers has acquired an untitled love story from Rachel Cohn and David Levithan. Cohn and Levithan are the authors of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist, which was released as a movie last year; their second novel, Naomi & Ely’s No Kiss List, is in development as a feature film. The new book, which is set at Christmastime in New York City, stars 16-year-old Dash and Lily, who "meet" when Dash finds Lily’s red notebook tucked in the J.D. Salinger section at the Strand Bookstore. Inside the notebook is a scavenger hunt of sorts, to help find a potential boyfriend for Lily. The pub date is set for October 12, 2010."

Isnt that so much fun? Cohn/ Levithan has this knack of writing really random craps that makes you laugh out loud like a hyena resulting to strange weird stares given to you. Seriously. It's all No Mo, Fo Shizzo stuffs man. Its not really the kind of honest book where you can get inside the character but its freaking hilarious and I love the way they narrate each character.

Nick and Norah was fun (even though I still yearn for the purple cover. Damn You!) because I'm always up for some education on the Jersey music scene plus I can't just say no to conversations about McCartney and Lennon, right? I freaking wanna hold your hand.

Naomi and Ely is more complicated. Instead of the dual narrative voice, it comes for every corner of perpectives thus resulting to a way complex understanding but fun nevertheless. Also, this book makes me want a gay bestfriend more so badly just because I'd love to fight over the glitter belt (even if I don't own one, but hey I'm optimistic) but that problem is resolved as Winnie is officially MY GAY BESTFRIEND! Hahaha. He's on the way to be a pure gay but I'm patient, I'll guide him through. Oh, I also love the Robin girl and Robin boy relationship. I love that tiny icons they have, its adorable. As I am a bit slow on mind, I have to call Humairah at times and ask her what some icons stands for. She's fantabulous, that woman.


The new book sounds promising. Also, J. D Salinger? Awesome. I've never read any of his books but from Mark Chapman (who loves it so much he decides to follow the kid in the book and kill Lennon) and Lauren Barnholdt's obsession on Catcher In The Rye (which is why she has mentioned in two of her books) and I think I get the idea. I don't know what I'm expecting for this third collobaration but I know it'll be good, so I'll be nice and keep repeating my mantra 'book is great' until October next year.

Wish me luck, dudes.

GIVE ME A BREAK. I WANT TO BE ME.

You Gave Love A Bad Name

you want the sunrise to go back to bed, I want to make you laugh.

-Paperweight

*tahu lah lembab sebab baru dengar pasal dia.

We Cry Mercy!

Yesterday, I went to school. On a Saturday. I am getting used to this, since this year, I've already went to school on Saturday 3 times. I like school on a Saturday, for the reason that there is no rush, crowds and unwanted noises surrounding, oh and also, no studying. That was priceless. I played hangman again, but this time with Ching Yee. I won, by a very large margin. Ching Yee keeps blaming me, saying that my words are too tough and she sucks at general knowledge. I don't think she's lying because she doesn't even know what a pistachio is. We got into a heated argument over this until I had to ask Jer Rick if pistachio is, indeed very common. I won, no surprise there. I also made a startling discovery. There is such thing as glue tape. It looks like a roller but every time you roll it, it gets sticky. I thought that its sticky because the tape has finished. Mean Ching Yee made me believe that, until Yee Xian told me otherwise. I hate Ching Yee. I seriously do. Yasmin joined PRS so she was gone most of the time. Puan Fazilah wants to cook for us for the next school on a saturday. I was happy to go along with it.

Today, I spent most of my time sitting in front of my laptop, googling, wikipedia-ing and blog surfing. I was on a midst of writing a post when I heard that familiar theme song upstairs. I dashed up and realize its Samantha Who. I should have watched this show since last year, when it premiered on NTV7. Regrets, regrets. I love Samantha Who, don't you? It reminds me of Remember Me by Sophie Kinsella. Maybe its because both of them are amnesiac, or the fact that both was a total bitch in their before-amnesia- life. A few weeks back, I found out that Cecelia Ahern created the show which results in me shrieking out loud to my poor brother's ears when I saw her name today. He actually flinched, and then punched my forearm (typical). My brother thinks I'm lunatic, I like to think of myself as an enthusiastic. There's nothing wrong with that, right? Cikgu Khalid likes Samantha Who too (I could be Dr. Suess if this rhyming thing goes on longer). Christina Applegate is adorable (and so is the soundtrack for SW. I particularly enjoyed the episode The Boss's closing song) since The Sweetest Thing. She has much nicer hair back then. Or maybe I'm just a sucker for brunette's. I'm sad that this show is ending. Another 18 days till the season finale. For the first time ever, I'm glad that Malaysia is slow because I'll still get to watch the show. (See? Totally Dr. Seuss) Consider it a sort of rerun.


Ehehehe, an exclusive of my top celebrity lesbian crush (oops. there goes my secret) with her 2nd daughter, Seraphina is out!

p/s; Aren't they so cute together?




Head down to E! Online for amazing celeb photos including a shot of adorable Mathilda Ledger with Mummy and boyfriend, Spike Jonze.

edited : just because I hate RP doesnt mean I hate New Moon. That's my second fav Twilight book. Eclipse's the first. Here you go. An official poster :

You Don't Know Me Anymore

Now you wished you've known me better.

I Could Break Your Heart Any Day Of The Week

There is this weird voice in my head, telling me to delete this blog. Just as I'm about to, I hear this faint glimmer of sound, screaming 'No!' and I'm not sure which one is my heart's voice.


As I know you guys practically breathes in my words, I need your help. Help Me, Help You. *lol, that sounds lame* Oh shit, what am I talking about? I am lame. I am the epitome of lame. I am ultimately the lamest person in the world.

I do not know what to write, because everytime I attempt to write something meaningful, it just comes out as forced. I still refuse to write about my day, because I do not want to be the one held responsible for your death. I am torn.

Ok. So do you know how tormenting tuesday is? First, I spend 6 hours at that stupid place where I am supposedly studying. (Truth is, inside, I am soundly asleep). Walk home from school which takes about half an hour. Reach home, do that daily routine, practices piano until its time for class at 4. Sleeps from 5-7 (due to exhaustation) then, then starts my TV routine.
8 - Lipstick Jungle
9 - 90210
930 - Ugly Betty
10 - Brothers and Sisters
1030 - Desperate Housewives

Dont you just feel sorry for me? This is what I have to endure on every tuesday.

You know what I want? Like, really badly deadly want? I want to watch Sixteen Candles and that other half of Pretty In Pink. No, its not because I am suddenly in love with Molly Ringwald. She's okay but I don't know. It sounds just so ever interesting. I feel like a movie marathon, but the oldies one rather tha the new one. I've never seen When Harry Met Sally, can you believe it? I know right. How sad, but that is the truth. Conclusion ; I am sad.


I feel so out of touch with life! ARGHHH.