http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkEjGZoVAik&feature=rec-fresh+div-r-4-HM

And on the long bus ride home, I thought to myself. I needed a break from the monotony, from the greyscaled vision, that’s why I came here. There are so many choices to be made, I must remind myself not to be so restricted. I thought of how people have fallen from such great heights, then I also thought of people who never made it because they’re too scared and wary. I thought, its a risk I’m willing to take. I need some sort of adrenaline rush, I didn’t need to know if what I’m about to do is right. I need to know that there are somethings in life that cannot be learnt from listening and looking, but to actually experience it first hand.

I told my mum that I really like Lady gaga as the video Bad Romance was playing. She said “HAH… ini kau suker, pakai seluar dalam dengan choli ajer”.

Oh, and now she’s talking about how innocent I was when I was 5 years old sitting on my father’s lap…. FML..

How like that?

” To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell. “

-Love in the Time of Cholera-Gabriel Gárcia Márquez

Wah Vanns, so poetic all….

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I finally met them after 2 whole months-ish. Its such a happy day! You know the normal, amazing, innocent type of fun people share when they’ve known each other for 7 years. Like going to the pasar malam, totally unplanned, without wearing underwear. Like sneaking behind your best friend and slipping ice into the back of his tee shirt… thrice. Like talking about anything and everything we can within the short 4-ish hours we spent together. Like eating tang yuan and snow ice-ish thing. Like watching a mak bedah gossip with my mum in the most auntyesque way possible. And eventually getting shocked by your best friend and then screaming at the top of your lungs causing everyone in the vacinity to turn around and stare. Lovely isn’t it.

I wonder if people are going to remember us? 
 What, when we’re dead? 
Yeah. 
Well I think people will talk about how you changed the world. 
I wonder what they’ll say about you… in your obituary. I like that word. 
 Nothing nice, I don’t think. 
No no, come on. They’d say, “Edith Minturn Sedgwick: beautiful artist and actress… 
…and all around loon. 
…Remembered for setting the world on fire… 
..and escaping the clutches of her terrifying family… 
…Made friends with eeeeverybody, and anybody… 
…creating chaos and uproar wherever she went. Divorced as many times as she married, she leaves only good wishes behind. 

That’s nice, isn’t it? 

I hate it when people take themselves so seriously.

Don’t you?

What is it with pretty girls always playing the part of the irrinoying bitch.

Am I the only person who went WHAT THE FUCKIN FUCK IS THIS????

Pretty <3