You Can Be My Byron

Let me be your Augusta Leigh
Your Mary Godwin Shelley
I will drag you down into the darkness
I will eat you in its belly
Come my beautiful lover-child
All innocence, into this Wilde.

In the case of angels
I would call on Lilith's hand
She who was made fallen
Tess would understand
That all men are heaven-sent,
And demon-marred
But it is I who will know you
For what you are

So in the midnight profanity
Will you listen to me?
Or will you fall to the vivid siren
Or the faithless harpy?
I will guide you through the coffins of Whitman
And the tombstones of October
Only don't forget me
As we lay on the marble floor

You will not know of what I speak
And it is not love
You cannot see what it is I seek
In the raven's wings,
The mourning of the dove
And when you have fallen
As I have fallen
Into this endless menagerie of souls
It will be better
But it will also be cold
I can comfort you
with my scarlet letter
Or even with lies
Many times retold.

samurai dogs

I did not go to KL.
Also due to the idiocy of grown men.
Tell me, how many people can miss a flight...TWICE??
zomfgdumbass.

Oh well. At least I won't miss my Psych test.

But I'm also missing any opportunity to meet Aya Kato.

sans merci

I'm going to KL tomorrow.


Why am I going KL tomorrow?


Because all the grown men I know are idiots.


I will come back and tell you all how KL Design Week and David Carson was.


But only if I have stuff to bitch about.


Hahaha.

Anyways.

Don't piss me off or I'll stare at you really meanly.

Oh, and go for the Mass Communications IMPACT Week.

Haha.

The Mirror Crack'd

beneath this deep, is there something else?

Today...yesterday I mean...I talked to someone who reads.

Yes, yes, I know, all of you guys can read.

Or else you wouldn't be able to appreciate my elegant prose etc etc.


This guy actually reads.

Not only does he read Shakespeare, he can QUOTE it.

Not only does he read Hardy, he reads Hardy's POEMS.

Not only does he read classic literature, he even reads FEMALE writers.

You see where I'm going here?

Did I mention he can QUOTE Shakespeare?


I don't know if he is some self-made construct who will disintegrate when faced with reality.

But I just would like to say that he gave me back my faith in humanity, and in men.

Thank you for reading.

A Girl's Guide to Being a Goddess

see? venus walked around naked. take that, normal civilians.

Do what you like.


Screw everyone else.


The end.

Annie Lennox

we entertain people

I hate Macromedia. I think I've mentioned it before.
But I don't think I've made it clear how much I dislike it.
I really, really, really dislike it.

Like, really.

Why?

a) I don't understand it

b) I rarely get it to work

c) If it works, there's always something wrong with it that I can't figure out

d) I can't get by on sheer mindblowing creativity (assuming I am capable of even that), because I don't have the technical abilities to manifest my ideas.

e) I just hate it. Ok?

And then people get all surprised when I don't finish my assignments in one day.

Well, duh.

It only takes me like FOREVER to understand ONE PAGE of The Complete Reference to Macromedia Flash MX wtf.

That, and the fact I keep putting off my MX assignments til the last minute.
Who wouldn't?I bet veterinary students keep their shit-inspection assignments for last. There is a parallel there. Except I don't need to wear gloves.

Fortunately, I didn't return my copy of TCRTMFMXwtf for some other procrastinating nerdoid to swipe.
Which makes me several...months overdue.
But still. I have it, and you don't.
Thank God for all-consuming laziness.

Fake is the New Real

I killed the bluejay

Who sang the sweetest song

I didn't mean to, but I did

And the blue skies turned to grey

And the forests are filling me with guilt

As I bury my soul within myself

Hiding in the house that Jack built

Salvaging what of me is left

I killed him, I killed him

He was so very cold

Rejoicing in his preening form,

You found him beautiful

Now skeletal hands will grope his breast

And tattered worms will love him

Yet he alone will have true rest

Beneath this changeling moon

I was the one who stole his breath

And I will join him soon.

BYSSHE BYSSHE GIRL

Percy Bysshe Shelley is one of the famous romantic poets.

What?

Who the heck is Percy?

Why, he is the cheating gentleman who married Mary Shelley. After leaving his wife. But not before they started their affair.

You know Mary Shelley.

She wrote that crap excuse for a literary classic, Frankenstein.

Anyway. I spent the whole day today at my friend’s final year project shoot. He’s a mass comm. student, so he was filming this video clip, along with the rest of his group.

Apparently, his group was shortchanged and they only have three people. Other groups have five. So being the kind hearted people that we are, my roomie and I helped him out.

Yeah, right. Padahal nak tumpang glamour shoot je ponn.

Best. Giler.

I helped to do the Talent’s hair (see, they call their actresses etc Talents. Cool cool cool right?), and watched her get her semi-goth makeup done, and made pretend wind with Styrofoam boards and helped control the background music.

The Talent was this girl named Vivian, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Serena van der Woodsen.

Serious.

My roomie and I are big suckers for GG.
She even has a mole on her face like Serena.
So if she’s Serena, then I must be…Blair! Hahahahahahahahahaha…or does that make me Georgina?
Crap.
The underage girl obsessed with Gregory House, or The Slayer’s sister and Gateway to other dimensions?
Duh.
Leighton Meester all the way.

The Ides of March

The other day, Heartbreaker said that I only have depressing songs on my playlist.

These are some of the songs on my playlist:

1. Addicted - Kelly Clarkson (obssession)

2. Why - Annie Lennox (general heartwrenchingness)

3. If I Were A Boy - Beyonce (men are all cheats)

4. Llorando - Rebekah del Rio (unrequited love)

5. Angels on the Moon - Thriving Ivory (dying)

6. Ku Katakan Dengan Indah - Peter Pan (unrequited love)

7. Say What You Want - Texas (unrequited love)

8. You Don't Know Me - Jann Arden (unrequited love)

9. Menjaga Hati - Yovie & Nuno (unrequited love)

10. It's All Your Fault - Pink (unrequited...-okay. Maybe I do have a few depressing songs)

I mean, is it my fault that people like to record lots of songs about unrequited love? And the songs are pretty good?
No, it isn't my fault (duh).
I am merely one of the many members of a mass target market.

So, you guys should check your own mp3 and see if you too have fallen victim to this sneaky disease.Because you just never know...

MINDBIRD

I don't have a ploy, and it didn't work.


But not to worry. I will return, with a ploy. Or at least a better ploy than a non-ploy ploy.


And if you're wondering what I am rambling about, that is between me and Rocket.


HAHAHAHA.


And if I could choose/rip off my superhero name, it'd be MINDBIRD (from Whateley).


Mindbird mindbird mindbird.


I don't know why. But it's very catchy to me. Kind of like Flo-Rida's Right Round.


Or Ne-Yo's Sexy Love.

Which has been playing on loop for the past few hours ever since Trin kindly gave it to me to save me from an eternity of humming only the first line of the song (because that was all I could remember from my illegally downloaded youtube video of Allison and Ivan in So You Think You Can Dance 2).


Yes, I am a closet reality dance contest freak.


So there.


At least I don't still watch episodes of Survivor XXXVIIM. Or whatever.

The dance that changed my life: Contemporary to Why by Annie Lennox. The human body is a beautiful, incredible thing. Especially if you look like Allison...

Paler By Comparison

Unless you are blind, you must have noticed that I have changed the blog layout.
Not that it signifies anything.
I just wanted to see if I could figure out how to change it.

And I am bitchy because it is 6 AM and I haven't slept yet because I find that figuring HTML BS is slightly easier for me when I am nearly incoherent from lack of sleep.
The mind works in mysterious ways.
When it bothers working.

This is not to be my permanent layout. I prefer the old one.
I just cropped my valentine's poster to make this one.
Because I am lazy, okay? Jeez. What do I look like, some fricking genius who is capable of whipping up breathtaking blogskins at DAWN? Or twilight. Or whatever.

Anyway. I love everyone and the world is a wonderful place.
Really.
It is.

Your Arms Hold What I Held

Lamentations

Oh God we're here

And goodbye chokes on my tears

While your exit seems so effortless

So mean, you don't fool me

When the morning wakes you'll grab for me

But the plane took me away

Are you scared of what you'll see

Do they mean more than me

Trying to try

Trying to give you all your lines

Trying to walk away without a move

Trying to catch your eyes

So they fall down

Out of reach out of sight

Are you scared of what you'll see

Are you scared of me

Immersed in love's encounter

The heavens merge with hell

My arms release my body

Your arms hold what I held

Finally I know you'll take me

Finally I know you fell

I climb into your body

Climb into my own cell

Don't turn the lights on

Don't turn the lights on

What's on your mind tonight

Don't think too much you'll go blind

Make it easy find a beast in me

Now I'm not your type

And I'll fly solo into my loner love

While you walk and play it safe

Aren't you scared I'll leave

Do they mean more than me

- Leah Andreone

*If anyone has this song, I will be eternally in your debt if you could send it to me.
Well, maybe not eternally.
But I will be grateful.

You Spin My Head Right Round Right Round

Yes, I know that I have already posted today.
Suka hati akulah.

I finished my PR assignment.

You are now looking at the CEO and Creative Director of the largest and most successful advertising firm in ASIA (some may say AUSTRALASIA too).

Yeah.

And to thank all the unwashed masses who put us where we are (that is, rich, powerful and able to make the lives of our previous enemies fucking miserable), we invite you to the Masquerade.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I meant THE Masquerade.

Heh.

Heh.

Heh.

I wish.

I'm Not A Victim, I'm Not A Freak

I have become hopelessly addicted to the Whateley Universe.
I know I know.
WTH is Whateley right?
And how do I always stumble across these gems of the internet universe?
(tip: I look. Also, I'm pretty smart).

Anyway, it's basically a school for superheroes.
Yes.
I am reading the unabridged version of Sky High.
There's also a lust demon princess character. With tentacles.
Just in case you're interested.

I know you are.

So I was thinking. What if we woke up one day and suddenly turned into mutants? (Hopefully retaining our original gender whilst doing so. Apparently transgendered mutants are quite common).

Trinna would be a Siren with a super scream voice knockout (much like she has right now) and a telekinetic package (superfast, supersmart, superstrong).
And her costume would be black and red, and sponsored by Guess?
Kahkahkah.
And her codename is...ROCKET.

Cool right?
Heheheh.

I came up with Iylia's name at the mamak already, so it wasn't that much fun. Also, there's a Whateley character with the same codename.
But anyway. She can be a psychic empath with the specialty of inducing obssession.
Her code...HEARTBREAKER.
Supercool right?
She can also burp really loudly.

If I were a superhero, I'd be a Superhero okay? Like, I'd put Mr. Incredible to shame. I'd have the whole flying + telekinetic + psychic + whatever deal and then end up in a nuthouse from inability to cope and/or have a meltdown and cease to exist.
Hmmmm.
Force fields then. Force fields are good.
Shiny force fields. Made of...diamond.
Also increased intelligence.
Wow. I could legally trade my own mutant powers to drug...I mean diamond cartels all over the world, thus negating the necessity for slave mining in certain parts of Africa.
Taa daa.
World Peace, thanks to me just existing.
And you can call me...BRILLIANT.


And Kat can be...wait for it, wait for it...KATGIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With the ability to manifest CATS.
Imagine...walking down a dark alley...in the middle of a cold, creepy night...and all of a sudden, you are overwhelmed by hundreds of mewling, squeeping...KITTENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Scary right?
Damn straight it's scary.

You know what's even scarier? Frogs.
Man. If I ever met a frog manifester, his days are numbered by sharp diamond objects.

And Sunder

Today I am pretending to be a writer for the Malaysian Tatler.

I'm writing up on a non-existant masquerade for a non-existant company.

(The company belongs to me. Non-existentially, that is).

Anyway.

I am making this Masquerade out to be The Event of the year.

Like, THE EVENT.

It is 3476 times cooler than Rainforest.

It is 8735 times cooler than any political campaigning cockup.

It is 7625 times cooler than a SoHo Dolls concert in KL...

for those of you yang tak tau SoHo Dolls, then

It is 7625 times cooler than a 30 Seconds to Mars/Sarah McLachlan/Linkin Park/Taylor Swift/ insert your favourite artist here concert.

So you see. It is The. Most. Prestigious. Event. In Malaysia.

And it's all for charity.

Yeah.

My company rocks.

And is making truckloads of cash, obviously.

lucy in the sky with no parachute

Today, 9 AM, was the first day of my final year project exhibit.
Yay.
Alas, my enthusiasm flagged by 11 and I was trying to find ways of escape.

Anyway, guess who I saw this morning?
If you guessed Chace Crawford, you are beginning to understand how I think, but you would be wrong.
I saw, wait for it, wait for it, Ijal.
Duh.
Yeah, that's about it.
I saw him, he saw me. We saw each other.

I knew nothing would happen without my roommate.
Goddamnit, I have to cellotape that girl to me.
But then again, that would be quite a put-off for guys uninterested in a threesome.

What am I talking about, those guys don't exist.

But it'd be waste of cellophane, and I'm broke just about now.
In fact, I cannot even watch WATCHMEN; that is how broke I am.
Thank you, you godforsaken FYP.

Aku Rasa Tak Cukup Meter

Semalam aku sepanjang hari (well, almost) dekat DUP buat FYP exhibit aku.
Dan juga hari sebelum tu, dan hari selepas tu.
So siape-siape yang cakap budak seni got it easy, erm, fark you ok?

Anyway, aku kena beli kayu untuk buat meja.
As in, aku berniat untuk membuat meja display aku sendiri.
Iya.
AKU nak BUAT sebuah MEJA.
Serious.
Aku ada tukul dengan paku ni.

Seperti biasa, niat aku tak termakbul kerana kami telah mendapat tahu yang membeli satu rak file yang lebih kurang ukuran yang aku nak dekat tesco lebih murah dari membuat meja aku sendiri.
Aku tak fahamlah dunia di mana kayu siap lebih murah dari kayu tak siap.
Tambahan aku tak dapat menggunakan tukul dan paku aku di tahap optimum.

Anyway, sebab sebenar aku menulis entry ini adalah aku membawa rumet aku sekali dalam adventure kayu ini.
Akhirnya aku mengajaknya ke DUP untuk menjadi hamba abdi aku.

Macam ni lah dialognya:
I: Tolong aku kat DUP boleh?
(Padahal dah kat depan DUP)
RUMET I (Sambil mencuba nak tengok kat dalam dewan): Boleh jer.
I: Ala beb. Takde sesape nak ditengokkan.
And then aku mengucapkan kata-kata ini:
'Bukannya ada Ijal punnnn.'

Jadi, kami pun setup rak-rak aku (yang aku buat sendiri ok).
Tiba-tiba kami terdengar suara dari pintu dewan:
"Oi Mak Andak!!"

Aku pun terfikir "Mesti budak New Media. HAIH."

Sambil aku tengah menukul dengan cara yang tidak begitu hot, tetapi efektif, rumet aku berbisik dengan kuat:
"WEI!!ITU IJAL!!"
I: Huh?
Tukul hampir jatuh.
RI: Yang tadi tu. Ijal!
I:Ape? Serious? Wow.
RI: Mulut ko masin dowh.
I: HAHAHAHA. A'ah. Nanti aku cakap esok bukannya ada Chace Crawford pun eh?

Lepas tu datanglah si Ijal tu kat kitaorang, sebab rumet aku kenal die.
Aku menukul dengan se-cool yang boleh (padahal aku rasa tak ada orang yang nampak cool sambil menukul, kecuali mungkin si elf-elf dari Lord of the Rings. Disebabkan aku takkan hidup selamanya dan tak pakai baju labuh bersulam, maka aku tak cool lah masa menukul tu. Duh).
Kemudian dia dan rumet aku bercakap dalam bahasa sabah yang lebih kurang satu daripada 10 perkataan aku boleh faham.

Maknanya, aku tak faham apa yang dieorang cakapkan.

So itulah kejadian pelik yang berlaku hari ini.
Pelik kan?
Tiba-tiba banyak je nampak si Ijal ni.
Sebelum ni, tak perasan pulak.

Hmmm.

Mesti pasal rumet aku....

Potong Straight Sikit

3 March 2009

Walaupun aku penat sampai mata aku lebih kurang rasa seberat sebiji bowling ball, aku mesti post entry ni.

Kerana sesuatu telah terjadi hari ini yang mungkin tidak akan berlaku lagi untuk dilihat oleh dunia kini.
Iaitu (selain daripada aku membeli tukul dengan paku, dengan niat nak buat rak), aku dan rumet telah bersetuju atas ke-hot-an seorang lelaki.

Kamu gelak?

Aku rasa kamu tidak memahami ke-serious-an kejadian ini.
Kami tak pernah bersetuju tentang ke-hot-an para jejaka yang kami kenali.
Kami hanya bersetuju mengenai SATU selebriti yang paling hot di muka dunia ini (selain daripada hayden christensen).
Selebriti itu adalah Chace Crawford.

Ia.
Sampai begitu, baru kami bersetuju.

Maka tadi, apabila kami berada di KFC, kami telah melangsungkan dialog di bawah (abridged version):

RUMET I: Ish, Abang D tu memang tak boleh tahan lah. Semakin lama semakin senget.

I: Eh? Yeker? So, nanti ko pegi tak tengok teater die?

RI: ...Ye kot. Tapi mahal la tiket. Tak berbaloi. Bukannya ada Chace Crawford pun (ok, aku tipu. aku saja nak ad-lib nama Chace ke dalam dialog ini).

I: Nak tengok laa. Anyway. Kita tengok teater Ijal ok?

RI (memandang senteng): Kenapa ko macam...tergoda je bile cakap pasal die?????

I:...Wei. Tolonglah. Aku just rasa Ijal tu hot ok?

RI: Ijal tu memang hot pun.

I: Tergamam sejenak.

I: Masih tergamam.

I: KO TAK PERNAH PUN CAKAP KAT AKU YANG KO RASA SI IJAL TU HOT!!!!!!!!!!!

RI: Ko tak pernah tanya pun.

I: Aku kena tanya ke?

I: Aku tak percaya. Ko bersetuju dengan aku!!!

Yup.Itu dia.Mukjizat yang berlaku hari ini.