The (Very) Sappy Dolt

Till We Meet Again, August.

2010-08-26T13:38:00.004+08:00

If I don't know it any sooner, time is slipping away from my palm, so fast that an hour is a luxury to me.

Before I see September, August had already planned for me, in those forcibles minutes and fumbling speeches, I can only see myself being busy in near future, or most likely to be. I liked it and I don't think I'd ever want to change that.

These seasons are rough but smooth sailing ensues if I keep my head in a piece, this month and next, is going to be a change for the better.

Most importantly, what am I trying to do? Well, best start with the basics, at my platform I should've have been far but better late than never!

Next post would probably be descriptive, these are just bubbles of thoughts...coming to life!

Hiatus, Be Gone!

2010-08-22T21:04:00.001+08:00

via BouBouteatime

These months move past me away so fast I can barely can catch myself.

People have changed, romance blooming everywhere even if one ends, see through at the end of the tunnel, there's a light.

As one season goes, so does the feeling which is why I must remind myself, that we, we as humans could only plan, all else if fail...?

Anyhow, it's nice to be back!

Look At Me

2009-11-11T01:40:00.006+08:00

via Knightt Cat

Just what I like.

Sultry looks will never go old, as I say it.

In The Deep

2009-10-24T23:21:00.006+08:00

via Neon Stilletto

Have you ever felt like disappearing from this world?

I do.

And I don't think I'm the only one, there's many out there who keep themselves in silent pain rather than reaching out to anyone. Some just filter their minds out through writing, singing or simply by just doing things.

If there's one advice I'll ever give, nothing is forever.

Trust me.

You can never able to be in sadness forever, not without driven into madness ending up in a miserable demise. However, it's not likely to happen if you're responsible, yes I know how things can get out of hand but I believe there is point where you can stop it.

I do have regrets of my own, but like Frank Sinatra said; just too few to mention.

Most of the time I don't remember them or haunted by the thought of it. I want to live life in all its forms. Sad or happy, I will savour each moment with all my heart, as we love of it equally, I try to refuse to have a favorite because I do not want to relate myself to something, getting tied to it.

It would be a hard thing to do, but if everything was easy what is the point then?

For some reason, I'd like my life to have me at the edge of my seat, when I was first experiencing life at the tender age of eighteen, life was so exciting but everything has it consequences. I was learning things that was never taught by my parents nor my peers; it was wrong, it was dangerous, but most importantly it was me.

Somehow, I've gotten myself so close to this nature that I felt that I'm changing along with it. Got myself into troubles I've never been into before, change of personality and people around began to isolate me. Because I'm different? Let me repeat. Because I am different?

Yes, that was the case.

I managed to fight my way out from these webs of deceit, and make a winner out of myself. A fair deal you may say but really, do you see what is happening?

Nothing is forever.

I do love the feeling of being warm and loved all over, its a nice feeling but I know there will be a day where I am weak on the floor writhing in pain, crying. I wonder if Newton's third law actually applies, as every action has an equal opposite reaction.

And oh, I'm going off now. Bye.

See Me Inside

2009-10-02T20:31:00.003+08:00

via Wild Fox

Give me a liar and he'll see my horns, send me an angel and she'll see my wings. Things are not what it seems all time of the year. Even a tree knows its seasons, why can't you?

If you're torn between two friends of vast differences; and being neutral is no longer the matter, what's important is that you are not entirely in decision of the whole situation; keep that in mind always.

Do what you can do best.

Both parties should understand that you're not just another line of boundary to their expanding demands, so are there only two sides of the story?

Taking sides can be a taxing affair, just be sure that you're ready and capable to stand by your ground so as that you won't be ridiculed easily for your own belief. It's a commitment you make, don't make them easily because you'd end up breaking them easily too.

Which is why adults and some has-beens advice us to think before you act.

Just as long you're quick on your feet to resolve to the most nearest logical course of action you're going to take, saves time from you riddling whom to be with or so and so.

And I don't like friends who'd force me to take sides, then you're demoted to an acquaintance cuz you're insulting my capability to think for myself, thank you.

Drama nowadays, are just mere words.

Me Alice

2009-09-27T02:09:00.000+08:00

I'm glad I stumbled onto this website, Neon Stilettos. Alas, there is somebody who has an affection for teacups and my all time cartoon favourites, Alice In The Wonderland. I was a fantasy fueled little nipper I was, I seem to gravitate to nonsensical, impossible logic of how should things work. Plus, I like tea parties. It looked fun and pretty.

Here's a cover done by Vogue Italia 2008, I don't what month exactly and I think the pictures are neat, however, I think Vogue Girl Korea was a lot more charming on it. Remember this one?

Gorgeous heels, I like the small details yet so frustratingly simple.

I've always think that lime green is a friendly colour, don't you think so?

Alice takes a trip down the tinsel town and this is what she ends up with, cigarettes and make up.

She's had too much, he's had enough.

I guess we've heard that one all the way round the world, and rightly so; we still can't seem to get enough of it. Are you capable of bouncing off the walls with a crazy fun addicted chick who is most probably going to finish your cigarette pack before you do? Or you'd rather tearing hairs with her about wild night escapades, constant inebriation, nail polish obsession, money whoring; ever wonder why do you put up with that only to get so little in return?

For I know such (pitiful) men and boys who will do anything for her to stay by her side simply because she's pretty. With this, I'm confident to acknowledge that beauty is a weapon, innocent by existence yet so grudgingly deceptive.

I wish women wouldn't use it as a weapon(I'm talking as if they're handling a gatling gun or something wth), because a weapon could backfire, therefore in turn hurt themselves as well. The door swings both ways, girl.

Enough with the military geek infused point there; I think beauty is a blessing. Or at least I think it is. Having beauty entitles you to yield a certain power, thus is a responsibility. Your beauty could light up a hope for ZOPFAN or bring a maelstrom of crushing winds and thunder; so it's your choice.

And remember,

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

- Margaret Hungerford

If you want me to be an obvious git; it means subjective you dolt.

You're Curious

2009-09-26T17:37:00.000+08:00

As if I didn't know it any sooner, if you're wondering who's the singer for the music in Chantal Thomass website; it's Biting My Nails by Genevieve Waite, not Tim Curry.

It's here.

Enjoy. I liked it too for a full minute, then turned it off.

Slap Me Please

2009-09-25T01:25:00.000+08:00

via Paper Tissue

I am most pleased with myself today. I got off my temper at my mother which was unbelievably rude of me to do that in front of people, gave a smug face to her boyfriend; spite the god damned uni security guards for which I wish to burn them to death with napalm for sticking in their nose into my private life and had the best worst news I could possibly get which is to have the family debt mounted up to another golden fifty grand, for which I’d like to hang my older brother on the ceiling fan for being such a useless piece of meat. Even maggots wouldn’t want him!

God, I’ve never been so angry and frustrated all my life that I simply lash out at anyone for any disagreeing with me or just rather, a slight bother will bring me to claw out their eyes and suffer my rage.

Normally, I am not like this. I like being calm and have my thoughts collected but today has gotten me off the hook. It diminishes my reputation to a nil!

I hate to lose my temper, but really when I do lose it; it means something. I don’t burst out things every day of my life even I’m supposed to. I always take precaution of what I say and do because it matters you know.

People out there aren’t very generous with their opinions, and second time chances are hard to come by so I’m not giving any look.

I’m an evil monster who should just admit one’s mistake instead of pointing fingers. I know that me and my family are going through a rough patch right now, but it’s not gonna be forever isn’t it? I’m sure one day we’ll get past these rocks and get back on the flat ground again. I miss those times.

What I really want to do right now is to run to my mother and hug her tightly, tell her that I love her and there is nothing in this world should ever hurt her feelings, and if I ever do, she has my full permission to slap me hard across the face even if it draws blood, I don’t care. I don’t deserve to be alive for the way I acted this evening before, so vile and just plain rude.

I haven’t said sorry either. It’s alright, I’ll make it up to her when I see her.

God, I wish to have the strength to remain composed at all times, please.

The Godfather

2009-09-24T03:38:00.000+08:00

via Neon Stilettos

As long I'm not acting daft, and begin to realize that I must set things straight; I am perfectly normal.

Under any circumstances.

And no, I'm not going to give you an excuse for a justifiable action for which I am going to tell you right now. Look, I want to be the Don.

Yes, and I'm not crazy, plus I wouldn't even bat an eyelid if I were given a chance to be involved with the Syndicate.

Not any Syndicate mind you, the big time blowers floats my boat darling. Well, if I can't be the Don by any chance; being the Consigliere would put me at ease almost immediately--for at least ten seconds I think.

No, I haven't been watching the Godfather it was just a random book I picked up about the Mafias and such, and yes, Marlon Brando was sexy in his younger days, he's a fuzzy old man for a Don but I like the fact that he had a pet cat. It bridges the similarities gap closer between us, ooh I feel a bit like a Don Vito Corleone already!

My pet cat died. Either way stolen or lost its way home.

Anyways, as I was saying I mentioned earlier on that 'power is sexy' on my previous post before this and I still do find it sexy till now; if you tell me which girl wouldn't like a little bit of arrogance, wanting her man to prove that he's manly enough for her?

I want a man. I know, I do. A man who won't whine as frequently as I'm capable of but not likely to do it unless I want some attention from you. YES, YOU. A man who is able to provide me security especially when I'm walking about and there's a bunch of idiots ogling at me as if they've never seen a pair of legs before, he should possess the power of an immensely cold icy stare at them clowns to scare their pants away; or else get a pair of eye laser beams or something. You're suppose to make me feel safe. A man who can feed me like a walrus because if I'm hungry all the time, I'd probably be digging your liver out for suppe--umm nothing!

You know what I mean? A man!

Not some boy trying to teach me to adapt to his own liking. WHAT DO YOU KNOW YOU INEXPERIENCED LITTLE *takes a deep breath* GIT!!

The only girl you've ever been with is just as clueless as you are! No wonder it doesn't work!

Get a clue, damn it!

Actually, the last two sentences up there is somewhat applied to me sadly. :(

But hey, that's why we learn from the past, or rather a good ol' reason why the miserable subject History ever bother cropping up on the high school syllabus; making a right misery out of anyone. What you like History?! Get out of here!!

History classes, lectures, homework or anything that related to history is boring. We are done and over with it; could not wait any sooner to get away from it. But let's not take this matter based on one point only: Boring. Perhaps there was a manipulative factor that causes the dreaded subject to be boring!

Come back here you History book worshippers!

What makes History much more interesting is that you need a good storyteller. Not everyone is good at that. I'm not. A story told with full passion and effort is mesmerizing for weeks and your listeners can pass it on to others and they pass it on to another millions of people. A story that was barely even a story, half assed through the way; people most likely to toss it off their mind the second the next sentence came out your mouth.

I have lousy History teachers at high school. Plus, even lousier History lecturers at university.

Nyeh. Whoa, what an include to round up a pair of sentences!

So I want to be the Don. I know it's easier said than done, I barely picked up a gun in my life, let alone a battering stick or diver's knife; but I'm probably most harmful with a feather duster. I'd tickle you to death of course.

Never mind, I'll just use the short cut, probably flirt with some bloke who happens to be a Don and marry him off to me. Persuade him. Make him. Control him. Take him. Rape him!

Okay, stopppp.

Maybe I was dreaming back there, there's no way that's gonna happen, I mean, how would I really know that he is the Don or something? And the other question that will string along somehow. Questions, questions, questions...that's why I never bother writing them down! And forget about them later.

Had the misfortune to remember about it again but with the completely erased memory that I have run into this mental block before and repeat the whole process again. How lovely.

Anyhow, the pointless dialogue of the day have kept me well and satisfied for at least a few hours or if I'm unlucky, days I suppose. But nevertheless, I shall carry on with my charming fantasy of men in black suits and shades escorting me into a brightly colored ice cream van to get my 'fix'. You know? Triple chocolate chip sundae with extra whipped cream and cherry toppings; God I'm a slob and you know it.

Love Sex Love

2009-09-22T03:33:00.001+08:00

via Neon Stilettos

I dread the day if I were ever to be at short ends, I wonder if I could have the strength to simply bend down and pick up the pieces slowly again, hopefully learning a valuable lesson along the way; rather to do better the next time?

I don't know, I'm lost.

However, I've find myself some distractions lately. Married couples gone wrong. Funny example was Boycie and Marlene (I know, I know, just cut it out will you?), I liked the way they had each other back(s).

Boycie said,"If I were to draw a straight line, I've would've used Marlene's chest!"

Or perhaps something I would relate to,"Come on darling let's get home, and ignore each other for the rest of the evening."

Haha. I love Boycie.

No, you didn't read, hear, nor see that. It must be your imagination.

Somehow I'm having a little fantasy going on in my head right now, which I'm pretending to be Marle...now, let's not jump into conclusions yet, yes I know I said I love, I mean like Boycie, but that doesn't mean I super crazy sex obsessed with him!

But then again...maybe.

Alright, a 0.01% of maybe okay? I'm perfectly sane. I like boys. Ahem, I meant men.

There's nothing more appealing than a strong mark of masculinity, by all means is power, the need to dominate and rule against others, bow down to the supreme authority. Power is very sexy. Very, very, very sexy. Aaah...

I just love power. More than anything in this world.

Though I must say I have to gain several material things in this world to prove my worth, not to mention I've to put on a bit of work on myself too. That always.

Ho Hum, I still haven't got any response from that program I've wanted to join, wonder if they going to cherry pick me instead of those undeserving maggots out there, oops! Didn't mean it really, nah kidding. Tool.

It's going to be at 7th of November, and karma has it at 7th of November I have a *TEST* to be taken on that day; program starts at 8AM, exam starts at 7.30AM, so ffffffuuuuuuudge.

Fudge it.

But I really want to go!

Never mind I'll come up with something. Sure I will, for example, tell them that I will be late for about 6 hours I think? Sounds like a great excuse to miss out all the important activities! Aww! I hate this. WHY KARMA?? WHY?!

So then, I'm off to sleep. Goodnight Boycie, I love you!

So Old

2009-09-14T00:41:00.000+08:00

via Boubouteatime

(That website is a super eye candy! Go and love it! )

This is getting interesting by the day, I've just dropped by my local uni to see my bunch of kooky friends; well yeah everything was pleasant and so but just so happen I landed myself into a hype of this on going event in the uni; some sort of summer camp or something except they chuck you into a posh hotel to work on your leadership skills or something like that; the swag, sophisticated kind of atmosphere I think, or maybe I'm just being cynical but I'm thinking of joining in. Probably I'll meet a group of power hungry career motivated people who want to flaunt about their accomplishments in life; therefore making you their subordinates so that you follow into their footsteps. On a second thought, I might not want to go.

But guess what? Everything's paid for; a room for yourself, a full three course meals a day and god knows what else they're offering, it's going to be a three day programme for you to get on your butt to sharpen your leader skills. I wonder what are they gonna make them people do?

The only snag is they're choosing about 58 people to go, I guess I'll give it a shot right?

Yuppo, maybe I should go find a new hobby now. TTFN!

I'm Woozy

2009-09-12T16:26:00.000+08:00

via Gillo Filippa

I had a nightmare last night. That was the second time. I woke up feeling fear, scared and the sense of loss. I hated it.

It made me cry a while because I had gloomy feelings shrouding over my head and I could not put myself together to be sensible the least.

All I remember the most was the fear I felt all throughout the dream. It's like I'm chasing for something that's beyond my reach, and fail miserably.

The nightmare was something about who's dying and obviously died of course, and me being a soppy daft was so upset about it.

Come to think about it, it wouldn't be as bad as Iraqi sniper insurgents shooting up general war lord heads off in Myanmar during an illegal gemstone drug ridden trade while the American Embassy in England is being bombarded by some highly anticipated pro-Marxist atheist ruffians waiting outside with their clubs and broken glass bottles, and the Prime Minister of Malaysia finds himself in a very awkward position with the discover of his picture collections of young, naked Indian boys while China cease to dump unwanted dead bodies in metal crates deep into the Pacific ocean despite the UN warning; a call out to nature! Fishes will be fed off the bodies, not to mention the Japanese and Russians would like that very much since they do a lot of fishing; biggest exporter of fisheries around the world and South Korea would proceed to wage a war against the Middle East with the help of it's long time enemy North Korea; both have rekindled their relationship to a whole new level; they would put the Islam religion down in smut. By this time, the Muslims in Saudi Arabia and Indonesia will be raging in protest banging their fists on the tables demanding war and also a complete boycott of every non Muslim product off their shelves. Their women would be severely battered to let out the anger on them simply because they couldn't nab a yellow paled skin slitted eyes Asian to beat the hell out of him instead. The EU will call up for a meeting to discuss the current situation at the state of the world until Belgium decides to pull out simply because the rich gentlemen in Luxembourg wouldn't allow them for fear their exporting ammunition demands will be cut short in Antwerp; then later cause a riot from happy marijuana smoking peace keepers from Holland come in flooding numbers carrying picket signs, dressed like poufs, interracial make out and such; young people who finally understood making 'big' statements in life when all they ever do was getting stoned and shout about some nonsensical principalities rubbish which later when they grow older, they wished they're smart enough to think for themselves a lot more next time. Well, there isn't next time and just very surprisingly Thailand decide to invade Laos and Vietnam to support it's ever growing demands for a cheap industrial grounds, labor and natural resources. Thailand's the New China; pollution's getting rampant when there's another big hole on the ozone layer found on the Southern hemisphere, and whoops! There's two of them in the North Pole already! Laos would inconsiderably give in while Vietnam retaliates like a cobra snake, body counts all around the world rises up to a 1.5 million daily that's when Germany's secret society has been inventing poisonous transparent, odourless gas to be released at every existing major public train stations in big cities. The Zionists instead will get ready their stocks of nuclear war missiles dead ahead for Modern Age Hitlers, presumably guilty or not is no longer the matter; Al-Qaedas will seize a chance to jump on the band wagon and attack America by kidnapping every single American diplomats in the embassies around the world threatening to blow them up into a million of pieces with a video compilation of them dying torturedly sent to their families (which will secure a winning on Grammy for five years consecutively for Best Documentary) if the U. S. of A doesn't comply. Crazy radical power hungry money driven feminists will begin to blame men for the entire problem that's going on in the world now, with so much misery, depression, anger, perversion, violence; their yapping mouths and ridiculous agendas continue to make everyone's life a bit more difficult than it can get sparks off a nasty comeback from the shameless pompous male chauvinist club, both spreading hate and lies amongst genders multiplying creating a battle between the sexes all over again, the world runs on a single track mind of hate, pain, revenge, disgust, contempt, greed, lust, envy, lies; a bleeding dark symphony! All this while I'm in the comfort of my knickers blog bashing a (stupid) girl whom I know in real life with a strongly worded entry about her lack of creativity let alone her brain if she has one.

Yes, come to think of it, I suppose my nightmare isn't that horrible after all. Gosh, silly me.

Just Wondering

2009-09-02T02:27:00.000+08:00

via Nast

I had just spent the entire day lying on my back with the laptop on my chest watching Fools and Horses from Series 1 to 4 and I'm just about to finish up the whole dealie. I am so utterly smitten that I feel my stomach tied up every minute of that show. They're simply brilliant, I don't know why, I mean I KNOW, but I wouldn't know how to put it. It doesn't stop me laughing at every word they say, that I can tell you.

Oh for god's sake you'd just have to watch it to enjoy it! It's downright hilarious, if you liked dry humor and witty sarcasms, but then again if you don't; IT'S STILL FUNNY. Trust me.

Somehow I've grown an odd crush on Boycie(a little dabble on Del Boy), maybe I'm just weird. Sick. I don't know, both?

Boy, what a wolly comment up there isn't it?

Anyways, that won't keep me from updating you The List I've made the other day. I made it up in my head; just so you know.

The List is just a pile of dude names I would seriously give no second thoughts to bang the living daylights out of them. I mean like real animal crazy carnal lust you're talking, yes and I have them wacky fantasies. Only on these guys though. It's very kinky if you must know.

Great, I sound like a pervo now. I guess, I'll just shut it and do the world a favor.

I must be joking you, no way I'm not contaminating your mind; I'm in love with these men! It's Love! Madness!

Alright, alright let's not get carried away here; I haven't given out names yet. Let's start with the first one.

1. Clive Owen

Finally, the secret is out. Apparently a greased up fat ball cat came out of the bag, and it was bleedin sloppy alright! Clive Owen is perhaps the only man who'd ever made me shiver in my...uh, thighs and has the most perfect rugged look I've ever dreamed of! I mean did you look at his jaws? I sworn could've creamed my..I mean, get an exhilaration looking at that only. Ooh you wouldn't know what would I do to get with him alone. In the library. Reading books. And all that stuffs. Real hot ain't it?

2. Billie Joe Armstrong

I've been wanting to nail him since the last five years and he keeps turning me down simply because he's married. I told him I'd lose my virginity to him but I guess, it didn't matter as much as his family. He said to me, "Do whatever you want with it cuz I don't want it," and doesn't that break a junior highschool-er's heart? Very much, but I still keep him close somewhere in my heart; and its his denial that made me want him more, oh my god I think I have a problem! I do. I'm in BLOODY love with him that's what it is! However, my heart shall never be at rest once you've set your eyes on me; till then I shall fritter away in void solitudes or bask into another man's arms thinking that I'll never be happier without you. Well, that was a part of my sick fantasy of this bloke; I wanted to pretend that he's my undying love and I will wait for him for as long as I would like a silly old stump gone senile.

And that is all of The List.

What? Of course there's only two men is in The List! What, you think that I'm some kind of a sex machine that goes out and hunt men then eat them for food? If I would, I don't think even Kegel's exercise could help me out let alone what's the point of me being a woman later then?

I've made a wise decision striking out Pete Doherty and John Challis names so that-- well, okay I know I fancy Boycie too but I don't think he's qualified enough to be in The List. And no, I'm not thinking of going at Del Boy at all. Just Boycie. But it's like I'm making out with a grandfather! What if his denture creams are mint? On a second thought, I like mint- hang on I mean, he might just die from his sinus attack or god knows what else old people die from while I'm in a middle of...never mind. Anyways, I'd like to hug and have a good chat with him will do me all good and proper. As for Petey, that's a no brainer or do you need me to point it out to you? I've seen him naked, and it's ghastly. End of story.

I like men. It's a sentence that could send you away for miles of reasoning why. You know, real men not boys. Not those men-looking model boys gracing every single page in the perfumes, clothes, accessories, footwear ads in Vogue magazines. Do you believe that most of these boys are not even twenty and they freakin' look like bloody forty! Dudes here in my country are twenty and they look like a pathetic twelve; but the thirties and forties are no better because they've gotten so fat which is a national crisis as there's more tubby people around now and plus, their hair is falling all over the place. Ew, gross. That makes me a pedophile if I, dare I say, ogle at them model boys? What in the world do they eat? Get chemicals pumped into them so that they turn into a raving estrogen lunatics just to grow a boy in an instant? I wonder if his willy is instant too, I'd like to know thank you very much! Probably it's damn well DEFECTIVE at the rate he's growing, it's like those chickens in their coups getting fed all day waiting for the moment before you send it to the slaughter house, then BAM! Chopped its head off, and you'll have it nicely served in a curry dish at the next Indian restaurant you can find on the block.

God what the hell? Where did that come from?

I guess I've had too much on my plate and I had to get it off; anyhow the mundane grey blog I have out there is beginning to be a nuisance; I'm in a middle of a blog war if you know what that is, and I guess this blog is what I've got to escape some of the emotions in my sappy head wanted to say without being judged at every word I've typed in here. At least I'm not reduced to a mere sneering contest within pretentious airheads(yes, there are sad existence like them) who think they could pull off an epic comeback with their futile 100 word or less, 300 at most because anymore would tire their brains out or worse, a social outcast in their circle of conformity. These people wouldn't exist if there's no one to clean up after them, do their dishes, perhaps even wipe their bums if you will; too bloody dependable to be nowhere near independent.

Hope it's not much of a surprise to you for the slight difference of content on the blog, let's just put that as a welcoming post for September. Hooray!

Dark Haired Beauty

2009-08-25T02:34:00.000+08:00

She's sexy and I want her hair.

Blow Me Away

2009-08-25T00:29:00.000+08:00

Miss Cherie by Dior. Like the picture but not the fragrance. Somehow this is very Madeline like.

Fashion Goddeses

2009-08-25T00:22:00.000+08:00

via Knightt Cat

These are by far, the most beautiful models I've ever seen, either that or the photographer is a talented genius. They look like goddesses from heaven, love the clothes, love the lighting, love the film grain, love almost everything about these pictures!

Imagine

2009-08-24T12:13:00.000+08:00

This is what Yoko Ono should've worn.

Lord Help Me

2009-08-24T12:08:00.000+08:00

via Wild Fox

They've pulled it off again and again, I'm never going to get bored from these girls; I'm always anticipating what's next in their photo shoot and yes, this one is pretty rocked hard.

I beseech you! And she comes gingerly half naked with her pretty face smiling, like 'what the eff with you?'.

Gosh, I like. I like.

Fudge. Fudge.

2009-08-24T03:03:00.000+08:00

via Knightt Cat

All things by the UK is almost breathtaking. I fancy the British people compared to the Americans but still, I'm not drawing any lines here. I'm a happy Asian. To be specific, a very happy Malaysian that is.

Being Spiritual

2009-08-24T02:58:00.000+08:00

via Knightt Cat

I like spiritual things. Like philosophy, they must be felt at heart and mind, not like some carnal desire lust for things and people.

Now, hold my hand and I shall guide you to a new place called 'Enlightenment'.

Myopic

2009-08-22T23:53:00.000+08:00

via Knightt Cat

Yeah, how could I've been myopic?

Perhaps it's just the time of the day where I'm blissfully ignorant about the simple facts of life; even more the simple facts of how ignorant, stupid people operate on a daily basis.

Yes, I have people who I dislike simply because they made me look bad in the first place. For no apparent reason.

Stupid people.

Laze In The Park

2009-08-22T01:47:00.000+08:00

It's going to be another tired hey day for me, but at least its Friday. Everyone loves Friday, not mentioning Saturday and Sunday are actually holidays itself but Friday nights are the longest hours you could just relapse yourself into anything. Everyone gets off work, school, college, whatever just to sit back and relax.

After all, it's Friday.

Please Me

2009-08-20T23:43:00.000+08:00

via Knightt Cat

Sweet like bubblegum pop, the dim lighting behind her resonates the scathing itch to please.

Family Day

2009-08-20T00:37:00.000+08:00

A day out under the oak tree. That dog looks lovely.

Blonde In Black

2009-08-18T23:21:00.000+08:00

I like the cutting of this dress. I'm beginning to lose appeal for tight fitting dresses now.

via Knightt Cat

And oh yeah, she looks gorgeous herself.

Blooming Night

2009-08-18T00:10:00.000+08:00

I wish to be tall and have long legs like this. And the long torso too.

I want to be a leggy woman. Pfft. Why Asians short?

I like this picture out of the bunch.

via Knightt Cat

Yeah, eff you! Take that, you diabetes inducing satan drink! Liked the expression on her face though.

Holding The Future

2009-08-16T22:49:00.000+08:00

via Knightt Cat

I sat down and gaze at the ceiling. Life can be so dull if we just let things fall into place without us putting any effort into it. We are responsible for ourselves. No one else is going to help us if we don't help ourselves first. I don't know where to put or look myself in the mirror, everything seemed so wrong. As usual, I don't have the words to say what I feel.

Venus

2009-08-15T23:59:00.000+08:00

via Knightt Cat

This would be the 20th century picture equivalent to Venus painting. She looks like a goddess. The film has a warm grain, the hint of light green makes me lost for words...I don't know what to say. It's beautiful!

Michael Jackson

2009-08-15T22:55:00.000+08:00

via Knightt Cat

I'm sorry guys, I had to do it. I know he's plastered everywhere in the media even until now, I like this tribute to MJ.

I had plenty of favourites from him including the world's inspiring 'Man In The Mirror' and my personal favourite is Do You Remember The Time? Yes, totally.

Afflicted

2009-08-15T03:44:00.000+08:00

via Knightt Cat

This is exactly how I want to look like as for now. I'm all about puffy long sleeves now. Don't really know why, maybe they look elegant and humble I think. I love this outfit very much. Everything about this picture.

Blind Luxury

2009-08-14T21:48:00.000+08:00

This is from Vogue Girl 2007, Korea. I'm looking far east right now, so to say I'm very impressed. I like these sets of photos here, it reminds me a bit of Alice In The Wonderland. The photos look yummy don't they?

Of cakes, pudding, muffins and buns; spoilt for choices in the life of sweet luxury.

Cute and collective.

I like the way her hair fall through shoulders like this. Lush beautiful thick long hair.

A cupcake party.

Somehow I'm enticed more to the cakes here, I wonder if food's the reason?

via Fashionation

I like the idea of this photoshoot. So personal. I like.

Say Hello

2009-08-13T20:07:00.000+08:00

via Knightt Cat

I feel like stripping down these barriers I've made. I'm through.

Just so tired from facing the troubles and demons in this world. Times when I wish there was someone to hold out to without feeling obliged.

At Its Best

2009-08-13T02:46:00.000+08:00

I love the Wild Fox. With all my heart.

This is what I'm exactly looking for all this while, I shall keep Wild Fox as mine, it's mine! I damn well like what they have to offer and I couldn't resist posting up most of their pictures here. I'm just so bloody infatuated with it.

The Edward Cullen hype.

Sexy. Sexy. Sexy.

Don't you just love the heels? I do.

I adore that red blood lips.

One of my personal favourites, I guess I liked the expression of it.

Haha. It's almost similiar to being acting silly with my buddies. That girl with the red lips reminded of myself.

I love this. It's cute.

That was a brilliant idea for a photoshoot. Their ideas are refreshing, vibrant, so new.

via Wild Fox

Looking at these fun loving girls makes me feel to go on a road trip around the country pretty soon, doing my share to crazy stuffs when you're young, times like these are pretty crucial when your hormones are kicking in and you wanna do is be filled with adrenaline rush and doses of serotonin rushing through your veins. It's feels good I know.

Thirteen Rings

2009-08-11T23:31:00.000+08:00

via Knightt Cat

Pretty rings I'd want to get. Except for the one that looks like a chicken feet. What in the world were they thinking? Chicken feet. Meh.

At least the drawn horse nose looks a little bit weird than the chicken feet ring. I like all of the above(excluding the four rings below), so go get them for me and you will be generously rewarded.

She Was Me

2009-08-11T22:52:00.000+08:00

Take one look from her eyes, and all you see is just a cluster of ego, anger and perversion. She is really something. I felt that she was me. Wearing that white suit, plus a white top hat, a hint of masculinity is sexy. I like.

Gosh, this really takes me back. Takes me back to junior high school. Nubile, young and silly, nevertheless I was thrilled for fun. Fun meant everything to me. To hell with everything.

I like natural red heads. I think they're naturally beautiful. Lindsay Lohan is a natural red head and I used to like her a lot before she went into the whole trouble scene, but still she's still pretty though. However, I can't dye my hair auburn or red headed like because it looks ghastly with my skin colour, I'm Asian. Tanned. Pfft.

via Knightt Cat

I like the feeling of bumming around all day with your friends, just drinking, smoking or eating; frittering away our lives meaninglessly while other people jests us for our laziness. True, we were once spoilt rascals and all we knew was just wanting to have fun.

Take My Sun

2009-08-10T22:44:00.000+08:00

via Altamiranyc

Just look at these photos, she's adorable! I like everything about her in these photos, especially the mini sequined dress and the blazer adds modesty to the model's looks. Plus, I love the chunky ring she's wearing on her finger. I was planning to get one from Diva, and it looks like a lion roaring back at you. So effing neat.

Pretty In Paint

2009-08-09T23:31:00.000+08:00

Hi there, I've been browsing about and look what I've uncovered! This new hobby of mine is exhaustive, there's endless of sources but I look for the one that really captures not only my eyes but the soul too.

I've seen plenty of amazing photos but I guess I had to make up my mind which or else I'd end up with 500 posts within a day, and gosh how you'd read all that? Or more likely, where am I going to find the time to blog about them in the first place?

All these pictures are portrait. Acrylic paintings. By Joshua Petker. Coincidentally he looks up to Gustav Klimt and I happen to like Gustav's works before stumbling across this piece of wonderful work. This is fated. Cool.

Bloody Mary.

My favourite portrait amongst the rest, somehow I have a fetish for bloody paintings. I gave a painting to a man I liked before, it was something almost similiar as this except that mine was just drips of blood all over the shrouding gray strips. The theme was 'Forgive but not Forget' it was quite personal and I didn't know what was I thinking when I handed it to him.

Gold Glitter.

The girl on the left looks pretty, I like her hair. I wish to make my hair something like that, but it stubbornly refuse to. Bother much, I'm beginning to get bored of my side parting simply because I see so many people out there with the same thing on their forehead. It annoys me but still, how I wish I had better ways to do my hair.

Cats Are Always Black.

Well yes the are. At least in this portrait, and I like how she touches her lips with the tip of her fingers and the other hand petting the cat. So seductively agonizing, she's beautiful but yet it's painful. Both of them, they twist.

Alice Axes.

via Fecal Face

This is cute. Very cute. Her bee stung lips, lush thick eyelashes and the colourful neon eye makeup; she's completely oblivious to everything. I like. I like. I like.

And so to brighten your day, or the complete opposite, just drop by this genius guy journal, his name is Johnny Ryan. Familiar much? I wasn't neither, I found his works alongside Joshua Petker and all, it's a weird mix, I know. The world is flat people. Move it.

These arty people sure do feign a great deal of interest from me. Though some may come off as brash and provoking but it's mentally stimulating. Hmm. Won't you like it? I like it.

This blog is going to be plastered with the 'like' word all over it. The word 'like' is like an oracle to this blog. It speaks. It tells. It decides. So many things to like, I wonder how do I manage? Or rather I'm expanding more space in my heart for unliving things, leaving little space for the lost souls dwelling around me.

Gosh, it's not wonder why it's empty. It's filled with all the things I 'like'.

Do You Hate The Colour Pink?

2009-08-09T02:46:00.000+08:00

Hey you. Yes, you. I'm talking to you.

To any particular of you getting upset seeing a pink blog that somehow it is deeply rooted in your mind because it ultimately belongs to ditzy girl who only loves pretty stuffs and rant about the littlest things on earth. Though that might be stereotyping but then again who doesn't? I know you do, stop denying.

I could carry on very well with a white plain blog and I won't have people patronizing me how much of a tissue paper enthusiast I am, because it's so painstakingly white. White as snow. White as my tissue paper. Since I've been doing my bit as a solicitous citizen on planet Earth, I've replaced my tissue papers with napkins and handkerchief instead so there now to prove my point is completely obsolete. Yada.

I have a pink blog and people would relate me to XiaXue, or trying to be like her. She likes everything in pink. Well that's her not me. Or probably you guys would stamp me under Paris Hilton's range, gosh if I really want to do a Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie combo, you'll be shocked. You will be shocked my dear, if I had wanted to do it in the first place.

I've seen plenty of pink blogs surfacing around the blogosphere, and so many more of them but still, I'm not moved to not like a pink blog. They're wonderful. Most of the blogs looked nice, forget the content though because that's a different story altogether isn't it? We'll save it for another day whenever you feel like bringing it up.

Why can't we all enjoy and relax without throwing pre judgmental of someone's value when you're getting to know them. You're reading my blog right now so you are somehow in the process of getting to know me. If it's makes you feel better in my country's local phrase, chill lah.

Of course, I chose to put myself in this kind of light the way you will see me, but the real question is; which angle are you looking from?

I find that pink is strong colour, especially to women and that in a way I'm channeling my posts mainly to the female readers leaving the males feeling left out. Perhaps not, if them having to see beautiful pictures of gorgeous women with jaw dropping fashion garments ignoring what was written under caption.

It doesn't matter anyway to which gender I'm feigning interest from, its just the love. The mutual feeling of liking things in common, or the complete opposite could be refreshing too.

Yes, I'd like that.

Somewhere, somehow I've kept a mundane grey blog out there. It's just as anonymous as this one. Whoops! I've said too much didn't I?

Too bad this blog isn't going to be too personal for your own liking, rather it's an interest I've developed browsing through people's website after dousing myself in a pool of envy of their pictures. This blog is dedicated to the lighter, materialistic side of me, for the unliving things that I lust, love, adore, want, and care.

A lot like humans except that they can't feel.

I'm sure if I bought a Gucci dress right now that's fetching up to 800 Euros, do you think that Gucci dress would give a flying faggo...I'm sorry, cursing is going to be moderated here in this blog too, simply because the other one is, well, you know. Thing is, I wouldn't get that money out of thin air would I?

Plus, it eases my mind typing in this blog where I can pretend to be a saintly angel while the other one just does it. Thank god for anonymity.

Now, back to business.

Where in the world can I go to class looking as fabulous like this?

I wished my classes were held in stone made castles dating back from the 17th century. That'll be classic. Enriching too.

All pictures via Nast

This potentially charming young lad would be the guy from the other class. Or my boyfriend.

My fantasies are running wild. It's a sign. I'm still straight after staring at super model photos all day long. Well I didn't need that telling me don't I? I'm just silly.

Right then pretty face, I'm going.

Make Up Magic

2009-08-08T02:04:00.000+08:00

I knew these guys at Vogue were wizards! These were from Vogue Paris Edition in November 2008. Just look at these pictures below. Wonders what make up and talented photographers can do. Yes it is the same woman on every picture.

via Miss At La Playa

I think the woman they portrayed here, to me, she is beautiful in every way. Even in those stages, they focus a job well done on poise and glamour. I like.

My favourite is the 40's, she seems a finely matured woman with the eyes of powerful temptress. Ooh! I just love this.

I like the good girl turn bad kind of attitude, then she sets things straight once again yet never changing her personality; she's sitting a wise lady on the top, the one who knows it all. And still ever graceful.

Closing Up

2009-08-08T00:52:00.000+08:00

Has anyone here ever been to British India's Store in One Utama?

If there's any yes-es out there, isn't it magnificent? I mean those beautiful wooden cupboards and such, I felt like I was in a different world altogether. Perhaps there's a magical cupboard hidden somewhere in the store that will lead us to Narnia. Gosh, that's it. I should really visit that place again.

Taken from here.

The name itself Gucci is synonymous with style, though some of their bright ideas aren't that appealing at times but I reckon it has been setting trends ever since. I like Gucci.

But not as much as Chanel and Versace.

And Bvlgari too.

Yada. Bye.

The Metrosexual He

2009-08-06T20:54:00.000+08:00

Karl Lagerfeld.

Enigmatic. His aura eluded magnetism of the higher echelon men. A different kind of men.

You don't hear men talking much about him. It's because they have nothing to say. Nothing at all. Except for those who understand his works.

He makes all the men in the world speechless about himself. Why? It's because he's gay alright I'm not pretty sure about that, I've looked around and chances are I'm going for the 'yes, he's gay' answer, plus he gets to accompanied by a platoon of goddesses who are his models.

Because he's gay? No, I don't think so. I think it's because he looks like a fine gentlemen. He understands women so well that I have always find him appealing, never boring. There's always something new to look forward from this man.

Here are several pictures from his website.

Taking a stroll in the beach looking this isn't exactly conventional, perhaps he wanted to show a contrast to the contrary culture where everyone wears lesser on the beach.

That tall dark haired chiseled chin Eros has an ear piercing. His manly appearance contradicts his sexuality where piercing is actually an expression for gay movement. Men pierce themselves on any part of their anatomy, where women instead pierce their tongues.

I personally liked this one. I think I have the odd fantasy to be an Airship Captain with all that leather gloves and tight wool pants paired up with the knee length boot. Her flaming red hair says it all. Power.

My would be subordinate in my fantasies. I doubt that because he looked liked the Captain instead.

If I were a kid, I would really like this. I will love it to my hearts content. There is nothing more than a piece of heaven to be in a garden all to myself. I can throw stones into the ponds, pluck countless of flowers and leaves, then perhaps climb tiny monuments like this model did here in the picture.

Dark but sexy. Classic goth.

Moving onto something contemporary. This is quite generic because plenty of other people perfected at imitating this look.

This consist of three pictures individually but I compiled them and yes, I find it...interesting.

You know something? That dark haired Eros is scaring me.

Looks like Karl Lagerfeld got his skirts plumped too. She's a pure doll, nice.

Spent the day stalking onto his brief history, I like what I've read about him so far. Perhaps I'm just easy to please, maybe I don't know. I'm going right now. See you.

That Little Piece of Beauty

2009-08-05T17:05:00.000+08:00

Another picture from hers, try to look into the door.

I have the strong urge to jump into my computer screen and run up the stairs to open the door at the other end. I love uncovering mysterious things and this one seems just right.

I want to buy this house.

I will renovate it to be a country cottage. Pastel coloured wooden furnitures, flower printed curtains and sheets, landscape paintings, once this house is done up well I'd rent them to the lovely folks looking for a summer house in the holidays.

I want several summer houses in the European continent. My step aunt has one in France and I almost faint in envy when she tells me about it. Yes, picking berries in the vineyard is fun. Making blueberries jam after that seemed fun as well. I liked that life, being in the country. A getaway from the fast paced, hustle and bustle of the cruel city.

I'd trade my clubbing nights away for a lazy sunny day there, just sipping wine and paint landscapes. Except that I'm not artistic. I don't really know how to paint. I can pick up a brush and try to create something, but always it turns out to be a dud. Maybe it's just not meant to be.

Knock The Door

2009-08-04T16:48:00.000+08:00

Taken from here.

Visit her website, it's really interesting. She collects pretty antique things. I like her pictures.

I'm beginning to like the song on Chantal Thomass's website, he came up to me and he said catch you later baby I gotta split, I've got a habit I just can't quit, oh oh it's biting my nails oh oh~

It's one of the hardest knocks you want to make, holding the metal hand seemed heavy and cold followed with a heaving sigh. Imagine you knocking on a vampire's door. And that metal hand isn't really metal.

Glitter Night

2009-08-04T16:40:00.000+08:00

Everything else that glitters is all that matters.

Biting My Lips

2009-08-03T15:57:00.000+08:00

Chantal Thomass is brilliant. Her lingerie are seductively classy, the French are amorous and these pieces are striking.

I'm loving the tufted satin background.

These lingerie are the ones that men should buy for their wives/girlfriends if they really want to make her happy. I mean it. At least for me.

I'd have Chantal to revamp my entire knickers wardrobe, and if you're happening to be googling about yourself honey, you know I love ya.

I am King.

2009-08-03T15:39:00.000+08:00

Taken from here.

I am King in my own bedroom.

Alone

2009-08-02T15:12:00.000+08:00

Taken from here.

Being alone sucks. Admit it. I don't like the moment where you look out your window and gaze what's beyond that great blue sky, or simply the unsightly scenery looming out there.

Wall stained condos, busy graying roads, and mundane clouds. I don't like it very much here.

I want to be in a manor. Alone. In Portugal, those Casas Antigas sipping Vinhos Verdes on the verandah hoping Prince Charming would come and sweep me off my feet. What a bother.

I'm living in the 20th century and I'm still thinking there's princes roaming around in horse drawn carriages looking for suitors. Instead, they're busy getting their fix at Monte Carlo rubbing shoulders with infinite wealthy business people and celebrities that look like goddesses.

I really am a poor sod.

That Brass Dog

2009-08-01T15:00:00.000+08:00

I'd like to have this in the corner of my bedroom, or better yet next to my reading sofa in the library.

Taken from here.

He looks at me as if to say, You're back home!

So cute.

Wedding Bells

2009-08-01T14:45:00.000+08:00

I hear them ringing at the church this morning. Someone is getting married. Bless them.

If I were to get married, I want it to be lavishly luxurious. Nothing short of spectacular.

But I want it closely knitted to my friends and family only. Too many guests might ruin my mood. Perhaps I'll have a garden party thrown for everyone else to join, so they can network themselves to all extent, I'm just going to be sitting my girlfriends, aunts and mothers getting words of wisdom how to keep my man.

That seems a long way to go for me. I'm still in school.

Ethereal divine beauty looks elegant on a wedding day. From beige to cream, it's gorgeously sweet looking.

Feeling Down

2009-07-31T13:06:00.000+08:00

Taken from here.

Things really messed up seeing your friend being stuck in a rut.

All you can do is watch, then mutter a few good words to bless it's soul; hopefully it doesn't come haunting you back the latter. Hmm. See you darlings.

Smell The Fresh Air

2009-07-30T04:49:00.000+08:00

And that's what exactly I intend to do.

Carefree.

I like being free spirited in life with no bounds tying me up. Being around people I'm uncomfortable with is like putting a ball chain around my neck. Yes, they bore me. Or vice versa.

That happy streak of yellow is really inviting me to run idiotically in the fields. Except that there is no field here. Hmm. This is depressing. Now what should I do about it?

Gosh, I'm just as lost as a bunny, better hide fast before the foxes get me.

Bye.

Bees Eyes

2009-07-29T04:41:00.000+08:00

She's fluttering isn't she? Wonderful.

Corset Affair

2009-07-24T03:23:00.000+08:00

I have always liked anything high waisted. It was the genuine classy look you can get from both sides. Be it classic or modern.

And this corset she's donning is timeless.

A corset is a playful garment, wear it wrongly; you'll look like a strumpet. You could pull off a casual look by pairing it up with jeans but never a jeans mini skirt/shorts not unless you're heading to a strip club.

Or simply put on the divine high waisted skirt as shown above. I'd like it better if the skirt were above her knees by three inches more. Short high waisted skirts are sexy. Best in dark colours; like the navy blue or plain grey. On a lighter colour, white and tan are still in the comfort zone.

Other colours are just so...bizarre. If you are one, don't worry so am I. Just make sure to experiment it first, then tell me.

It's perfectly fine to match up shorts with a corset especially when you're at a fabulous party. Filled with potential dates. Men will relive their fantasies that you're a naughty dark angel hovering over to find your prey. These happy victims will never forget the way you'll look that night, so tantalizingly delightful.

You can see, but you can't touch. No, you don't.

We girls love to play hard to get. In fact, we love the attention you give us but to be honest really, anything else apart from that; there is nothing else we want from you. It's the truth.

Well, I should really resume back to living the real world. See you Internet, till we meet again.

Rosy People

2009-07-23T04:04:00.000+08:00

These Macedonian girls are almost flawless. They make me want to drown in buckets of Haagen Dazs. No, wait. They make me want to have a lifetime full three course meal for dinner.

I am just about to burst into tears when I saw this.

I want to look exactly like her.

No, I can't.

Never mind, I shall just be content with whatever I have. I'm Asian. Embrace the skin colour, and the exotic look we Asians have. My short stubby nose, you have never failed to function like any good nose will do despite your lesser aesthetical appearance, I still adore you. Not.

Just you wait till Mr. Scalpel gets under you and you'll be all proper. That if my parents would approve of...sigh.

Let's abandon that dark thought for now, and to add up the list of things I want to get:

I badly want that body fitting green tube dress. I love the colour.

She may look in a compromising position here, and I am going to post up a lot more pictures of beautiful girls fashionably clad, so don't waste your breath between the borderline of classy and trashy.

Well, I want to get myself a nice warm bath to soak in and read a good book. Adieu.

I Bore Myself With Colours

2009-07-22T03:03:00.000+08:00

I woke up feeling sweaty today. My dream was almost surreal, but silly me I didn't remember a thing about it. Something's wrong here, must've been the granola bars or that peculiar green jacket I bought last month. I always knew there was something fishy about it. Hmm.

Oh I stumbled upon this website. And I liked it. Now go and love it too.

I like those cherry red lips. I want.

Her eyes. Beautiful? Yes. Provoking? Yes.

Her blushing cheeks are lightly tinted, yes, this is the look. It is almost perfect for my brooding goth night out. I want to be seen attending the musical theaters in Bordeaux, exactly like this.

But one thing.

Where are her tits? I don't see it. I don't want to be flat-chested.

I guess you can't have everything in life. Wrong.

Haven't you heard of plastic surgery my dear? Don't care what other people say about you; it's your body after all, not theirs.

I must make a self memo to remind me, what time did I slept last night. Gosh, I'm terrible.

Darlings, I have to go now, see you soon.

Welcome Abroad!

2009-07-20T23:12:00.000+08:00

Hi there! Nice to meet you and thanks for visiting my blog. It going to be revolutionary, believe in me. :)

I'm just like your average teenage girl who loves little cute things and pretty much everything else in the glossy print magazine that I-oh-so-want-that-Chanel-dress; so to cut the long story short will you help me to it?

Sugar spice and everything nice is what this blog is going to be about, and if you're looking for a deeper meaning in personality; don't worry, I'll show you how to!

In the meantime, let me resume plotting world domination, ahem, spreading the word around about some cute stuffs that everyone will fall in love with, so till then toodles!

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