Friday, December 28, 2012

Forget.

"You can express yourself with words and that is an advantage."

I am having difficulties writing for leisure purposes after having to write 3000 word essays in two days because writing became a task to fulfill. I can't find peace of mind when I type anymore. It got so bad that I cried when words were unable to flow out through my fingers when I see a blank page. My only way out from my daily life has become a job.

My dad said this to me today. And that was all I needed to hear to get back into writing. Baby steps, Sue. Baby steps.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Another.

So, this just happened. Are you happy now, Chris? Any girls who want him can call him at 1-800-DUMBASS. He's seriously the best. No one can compare to him.

*rolls eyes*

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Matter.

My life is a joke.

Just when things start to move smoothly, shit happens. Like, when I finally negotiated with myself and decided that if I can't study Law now, I shall study it later. I'll just continue with English Literature because I enjoy it. The best part is that even my parents have come to terms with this and allowed me to pursue a degree in English Literature and study Law later. But no, life decides to drop a pile of shit at my door with a 'hey there!' note.

I guess I've become a very cynical person because of how life has been treating me. I fell in love with a guy and he disappears. I managed to score great results for STPM but I can't study Law in the university of my choice. I made a compromise with myself and told myself that I wouldn't mind English Literature if my appeal for Law comes back with a no and now, I can't even study English Literature. O, the irony.

Yes, I do feel a sense of loss because I am really interested in studying English Literature. Forcing me to study grammar and write 3000 word essays instead of reading American and British classics doesn't feel like the kind of education I want to have. I do understand that some people can't cope with literature because of the lack of background in it and that this course wasn't their first choice so yes, I can sympathise with you. But let this be about me this time. Let me be selfish this time and say that I really want to study literature and not English. Screw democracy and the votes of the majority this time. Just this one time.

I teared up a little when I explained to Chris about my situation and how I can never get things my way. No Law, no English Literature. I am forced to comply again. Study what I have to study because of other people. It's like, studying Moral again because the Government says so. When can I ever study something that I want? When can I finally learn something that isn't forced upon me?

The joke's on me again. Har har.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Flame.

Let me tell you about the most amazing thing that happened during Sigur Rós' concert in Fort Canning Park last Friday. The rain. The motherfucking rain that started when they began the last song. It was as if nature was collaborating with them to create the best gig experience ever.

When I finally arrived in Singapore, rain was everywhere. I detested the rain. It held us back from getting to the hotel. We had to look for the hotel and walk around aimlessly with bags on our backs under the rain. We arrived at a muddy and wet concert venue. I hated the rain. This wasn't the kind of experience I was imagining myself in when I daydreamed about the concert. There were supposed to be fireflies around, not fucking mud and wet grass.

Ah, but the rain. The rain that was perfectly synced with Untitled #8 aka Popplagið - it was the perfect rain. It wasn't just drizzles or rain that came and went and again, came and went. The rain started right when they played the first note of Popplagið and as the song progressed, the rain became heavier. When they finally reached the climax of the song, the rain poured like never before. It was as if someone was literally pouring buckets of water on all of us. And then, the rain immediately stopped once they played the last note. The rain didn't slow down - it just stopped.

It was the best gig experience I've ever had.
I felt cleansed after that wet show. I was reborn.

Read more about this gig on Vanessa's blog because c'mon, it's fucking Sigur Rós and no one should ever get enough of Sigur Rós. 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Parachutes.

Time moves really fast when I'm studying in university. I still can't get over the fact that nine weeks passed just like that. I'm already halfway through my first semester. Just four more weeks and I'll be sitting for my first exam in university. Exams sound daunting because I have no idea how the papers are going to be like and I am pushed into a situation like this without any prior knowledge of the content or the proper way to answer the papers.

I've been doing pretty well in my first half of the first semester. However, I am getting a little lazy now (I'm not submitting optional homework like I used to anymore, meh) and I am determined to change that. I shall not be a lazy university student! I SHAN'T.

Sometimes I worry that if my appeal to change courses to Law goes through, I'll have to leave the current friends that I have come to adore and cherish. I'll have to enter a course where everyone has had time to warm up to and I have to start anew. I have to look for study buddies. I don't know if I will do well in Law. All this terrifies me and I didn't want to type it out because that would just mean that the fear is real and is brooding in the corner of my mind. I fear I might not excel in something that has been pushing me forward. I fear failure in an interest of many years. I fear hating a dream that has become a part of me. I am frightened that my view of Law since I was a child is not what I expect it to be.

I guess I shouldn't worry so much about something that has not happened. To end on a lighter note, according to Chris, I look like this whenever we talk he talks rubbish.
I'm so fucking adorable.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Fear.


Thursday, November 1, 2012

Hold.

The one thing that I adore in reading is that 'OH' moment. It needs to be an 'OH' and not a mere 'oh'. The feeling when everything makes sense or when you realise that something that has always been there like say, water or a tree means something all together is the best feeling in the world. I love creating meaning in things. I love the idea of an object being a symbol of something. 

That 'OH' moment is the best feeling ever as a Literature student.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Broad.

"You'll meet lifelong friends in university!"

"There are hot guys everywhere in the campus so don't bother getting attached yet."

"University life is going to be the best years of your life!"

"You are going to be best friends with your roommates because you can have girly talks all night long."


So far, none of these has been proven true. I'm not keeping a close mind and pushing people who wants to get to know me. It's just that, I can call some of these statements that have been flying around since I was eighteen bullshit. One, there are no hot guys walking around in the campus. Even if there are, they are in the minority. And probably not even single. Two, I have met my roommates and I don't think I'm going to be the best of friends with them because we are pretty different in our lifestyles. I know - ah, damn it. A paper cut. Why do you have to do this to me, Murakami? As I was saying, I know Lee Hom Wang but I don't know him. Similarly, they don't know my favourite musicians. It's pretty hard to be bonding over common interests when the only common interests we have are stray monkeys hanging outside our window and stinky dorm toilets. Sure, we can be friends but best friends

I'm still a newbie in the university so I can't really cross out lifelong friends and memorable university life yet. 

Seriously, I'm not the only one who has heard these statements. It's like, almost everyone - if not everyone has heard of this and they, like me came to university with high expectations that we are going to meet our soul mates here and stay all night long gossiping and giggling over cute guys with our roommates. 

I'm guessing that there is a sadistic secret organisation that feeds off of broken hopes and dreams from students and they are the ones responsible for spreading these rumours to our older friends, teachers and basically anyone that can influence us. 

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

More.

Well, like any other good university student, I am procrastinating pretty well. I have an assignment due this Thursday and I am only 20% done.

So, how have I been?

Sometimes the days are tiring, despite having only one or two classes. I don't know how or why I am so tired - so tired that I could be sleeping by 11:30pm. I thought I was sinking into apathy again but that is quite impossible since I am contented with my life right now. Maybe it's the part where I have to move from one place to another; room to class, class to library, library to class, class to library, library to room. However, I'm not truly convinced that walking around is actually making me tired since I am a regular brisk walker. I'm not that active in my university either so extra curricular activities couldn't be draining my energy.

I really miss home. I miss my parents, my siblings and my cat.

I don't know if I am happy here. There are days when I am happy to be here, there are days when I dread waking up to begin another day. When I am here, it's like I'm disconnected from the outside world. I can't feel the days passing because it's a cycle of waking up, going to the same building and doing the same things. I can't really distinguish the days from each other because everyday feels the same.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Dry.

Today is a frustrating day. I left my pendrive in my room, I couldn't connect to the university's wifi, the printing place in my faculty has computers with high levels of suckage and I am having biscuits and Milo for lunch. The moment I arrived back to my room, I dug out my emergencies-only chocolate bar, ripped the golden wrapping off and sank my teeth into it. It's not just today's crappy events that has been leaving me frustrated. It's the other things. The other bigger things. There is only so much suckage a person can handle and this is my limit. I even called my dad to hear his voice - a familiar voice and then, proceeded to cry at Chris.

I just want to hide in a hole for a week with ice cream and Milo but I can't. Because I still need to get that assignment printed.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Plus.

So, as of today, I am a student in University of Malaya. What can I say about Orientation Week is that the first few days were torturous; waking up at 4:30am and sleeping after 12am, running around UM (I fell and almost sprained my left foot that I previously sprained), screaming my lungs out, suffered from constipation because I was too tired to actually spare some time to excrete waste products from my body, being forced to wear the same two shirts for the whole week and leg muscles screaming in pain. Then, it became less stressful but still as tiring. The best part about Orientation Week however is whenever I'm at the Tunku Canselor Hall. The cheers by each college is something everyone should see at least once in their lives. It's the one of the best things I've ever experienced. The hall becomes fucking alive when every college is chanting their cheers and stomping the shit out of the floor and it's just amazing to be in the middle of that. I lost my voice and bruised my lap and hands because well, I cheered.

Truth be told, I don't know how private colleges or universities do their orientation week but I would never trade this for an orientation week in a private tertiary institution. Sure, I suffered from body aches and bruises and I lost my voice but the experience is something I truly cherish. I would go through it all over again just to be surrounded by thousands of people doing the same cheers and hand gestures when we do our Siswa UM cheer, without a fucking doubt.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Cereal.

I'm going off to university tomorrow. I've packed my stuff and I'm pretty sure I'm not moving an entire house worth of stuff into a cubicle sized room. Nah, I'm just kidding. I've never seen the room I'm about to live in for the next one year. I'm sure it's bigger than a cubicle.

It better be.

A bag full of clothes, a blue container half filled with food, a school bag with stationery and important documents, a bottle of water in case they forget to supply us with water, a Samsung bag with other miscellaneous items, and a pail filled with toiletries and other stuff plus pillows and shoes I copied and pasted into the picture with Paint.

Man, I'm good at editing. It's flawless!

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Only.

Oh my God, the water's cold and shapeless
Oh my God, it's all around
Oh my God, life is cold and formless
Oh my God, it's all around

Charlie Darwin ; The Low Anthem

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Trade.

University life, I'm not sure if I anticipate it or dread it. There are days when I feel glad that I'm finally going somewhere I've been dreaming since I was a kid. There are days when I feel life is unfair for forcing me to make such an awful decision of choosing between two dreams. Life is never easy.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Public.


Oh, come the fuck on. Not again. What is with people and our Internet?


Be educated :
Click on the image to read (because the words are tinier than ants, duh).
Numerous articles here

Or if you're too lazy to read, listen to this then.

tl;dr : If someone uses your wifi and post shit, you'll go to jail for it. If people post shit on your blog. you'll go to jail for it. If someone hacks your account and posts shit, you'll go to jail for it. Because this act allows presumption that you have posted shit. And you have to prove that you didn't. Basically, this means that you are guilty until proven innocent. 


2012 is a shit year for the Internet.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Tenth.



I think I'm going to faint from the amount of nerdiness here. 


DATZ DOCTAARR AND ROSEE OMG *faints*

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Fly.

A couple of things happened while I was in Penang for five days with my travelling buddy.

One. I dropped my phone in Penang and it is gone forever. It fell out of my pocket before I remember that I should be putting it in my bag instead of my pocket. And tadaa, gone. It's not even two years old ugh. This is the first time that I dropped it and it really vanishes. I had to walk along a busy road to look for it, which brings me to number two;


Two. Some creepy Malay dude on a motorbike stopped by the road and offered me money to follow him home. Not the kind of conversation I was expecting to have at 9am while looking for my missing phone with stickers on it. He firstly stopped his bike by the road and asked if I needed a ride anywhere. I declined his offer politely and continued looking for my phone. He then started shouting, "Marilah ikut abang balik. Berapa you nak? Berapa? Berapa? (Why don't you follow me home? How much do you want? How much? How much?)" at me. I ignored him and continued walking along the road. Oh, but that's not the best part of this little tale. Apparently, he rode away and took a U-turn and stopped in front of me for the second time. And asked me again how much I wanted from him so I'll follow him. I pretended I didn't hear him and continued walking before I saw Chris, my Penang friend and told him I wanted to leave that area pronto.

When I was propositioned, I wasn't scared or worried about my safety. It finally sank in when I saw Chris. I told Chris that there is this dude who is stalking me and he wants me to get on his bike and he was shocked and apologetic. He said he didn't expect such things to happen in the morning on a super busy main road and he was sorry for leaving me alone to look for my phone. I was pretty shaken by that incident and I didn't bother looking for my phone anymore. An hour later or so, I asked Chris if I looked like a prostitute because I couldn't understand why that man would suggest such a thing to a passerby. I was wearing shorts and a tank top. I wasn't naked or in my undergarments. Even if I was naked, there is no reason why that man had to sexually harass me in broad daylight on a busy road. But I was lucky that this happened along a busy road because he couldn't do anything physical to me or force me to the ground. 

Fucking creepy dude, fuck you. I pity your wife and your family for having you as a member of their family. I pity your friends that recognised you as their friend. You are a disgrace to mankind. You are the reason why women don't feel safe walking alone. You are the reason why the majority of men who are much more of a man in their fingertips than you can ever dream to be are forced to live behind your shadow. You disgust me.


Three. I remember how much I love the beach. It has been more than ten years since I felt sand between my toes. I miss the feeling of my feet sinking into the sand. I miss the splash of the cold water as I stroll along the beach. I love beaches. Damn it, I fucking miss the beach right now. I could just walk 500 miles along the sea shore.


Four. Saying goodbye is the hardest. 

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Living.

I remember listening to Cat Power's Sea of Love on repeat until I fell asleep. I remember feeling numb and weak; so numb and weak that I couldn't even feel or move my limbs. I just laid on my bed for hours in the same fetal position with that song spiraling around in my head. I remember having tears in my eyes while I was in bed. I remember feeling angry, sad and disappointed, all at the same time. I remember imagining that flicker of hope slowly diminishing into nothingness. I remember sinking into deep slumber, finally able to escape reality just for a while.

Just now, that song was played, randomly chosen from thousands of songs I have on my playlist and I was transported back in time. It's like the emotions and memories are so fresh, I can't do anything but to succumb to the weight of the emotions. I turned speechless and stared at the air.

I guess it's true. You can never forget your first love, no matter how hard you try. It never really goes away.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Scatter.

Number two on The Shameless List : Look a fool.



I sprained my ankle. In a shopping mall. On a Friday night when the mall is pretty filled with people. And I tried to hobble around without attracting any much attention to myself. I think one of the security guards looked suspiciously at me because I was laughing at my own injuries while cringing at the pain. I'm not sure if shoplifters put up an act like this when they're trying to steal something but he was definitely eyeing me until I left the shop. I had to walk very near to the wall in case my foot is in too much pain and I had to grip the wall for dear life. A friend had to provide support to me when I walk down the stairs just so I don't roll down the stairs and sprain another ankle. Or break a neck. Every step I took, I would groan in pain and scream loudly, "Ow at my ankle! OW AT MY ANKLE!". I guess I wasn't even trying to blend in with the other able people.
My foot on Friday night
Truth be told, I wasn't actually dreading this sprain. I was actually excited about it because I have never gotten a foot injury so bad that would cause me to rely on others for support. On the first night, I wasn't sure if I only sprained my ankle or if I had fractured my foot. But honestly, I hoped it was a fracture just because I wanted to have my foot x-rayed (I'm never seen the inside of my body before okay?). Then my dad told me the worst part of getting a fracture : I have to put my foot in a cast and if it itches, I won't be able to scratch it. WHAT A NIGHTMARE.

The next morning was the worst part. Yes, embarrassing myself in a shopping mall wasn't as bad as trying to get out of bed with a swollen ankle. I couldn't put any pressure on that foot without screaming in pain. I couldn't walk. I had to hop around with my other foot. I almost smashed my younger brother's laptop (it was on the floor) by landing my ass on it. I couldn't even use the damn toilet because it was wet and hopping in there would be as good as standing beside a building that is about to be detonated. That was nothing compared to this : my house has stairs. I had to crawl on the stairs to get downstairs. I hopped into the car (ahha) and got myself to a clinic to get my foot checked. Sure enough, it wasn't a fracture. It was just a sprain and my parents were relieved. My foot had to be bandaged and it looked pretty cool, to be honest.

A lady in the clinic asked me if I've gotten this injury because I was an athlete. Oh, how I wished I was an athlete so I can salvage some of my dignity but no, I'm not an athlete. I told her the cause of my injury : I missed a step and I fell on my ass in a shopping mall. She laughed a little and poof, there goes my dignity.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Sound.

The feeling of having a car of your own but unable to drive it around as you wish is really taking a toll on me. It's not that I can't learn to drive it around on my own. It's the feeling I get whenever I sit in the driver's seat. I am constantly burdened by the fact that I might kill someone from a minor mistake I make while driving. When I'm on the road, I'm more worried about everyone's safety than mine. Not only the passengers in my car but the people surrounding the car. The other drivers, the motorcyclists, the people by the roadside. It's like I'm playing God when I'm driving ; everyone's lives are in my hands. I'm terrified by that.

There are just too many factors that could go wrong. I might be able to eliminate the few factors that I can control (my alertness, my driving skills, etc) but everything else is beyond me. There is just too many factors that I am unable to take charge and say, 'Okay, here is how it goes'. All I can do is believe that the other drivers will take care of other drivers on the road. All I can do is trust them for a few seconds that they are not trying to kill me or turn the road into a dangerous track of doom.

My dad kept telling me to relax while driving. Well, Dad, how can I relax when I am constantly badgered by the thought that I might kill someone with a wrong move from my side? How? How do you people drive around like it's the easiest thing in the world? 

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Door.

Also, everyone should read this : Vanessa's glorious post about shit on Facebook. Because it's fucking hilarious. 

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Chart.

I just successfully walked into a door. A freaking wooden door. I'm not sure if that's something I should be proud about but it would be something I'll share with my children (that is, if I have kids) in the future.

"Kids, Mommy has something to tell you. You must always listen to me or Santa will hide under your bed and make creepy, gargling noises when you sleep (because Santa uses mouth wash like, all the time), okay? Mommy once walked into a door and the door keepers weren't happy about it. And they took all the doors away and there were no doors anymore. The End. The moral of the story is don't walk into any door you see."


You know, for a person who had no prior training in basketball, I'm pretty awesome at getting the ball through the hoop. I was playing basketball with the boys in my Boys' Brigade company and I actually managed to shoot the ball into the hoop three times in a row. Sometimes, I surprise myself. This got me wondering about the other things I was reluctant to try, worried that people might snigger behind my back, or even laugh in my face. But now, I'm motivated to try out not-so-crazy-but-could-be-embarrassing-if-I-suck things. Like, painting a scenery. Now, where did my poster colours go to?

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Braainns.

I may or may not have mentioned my interest in zombies. I'll just make it clear anyway and say that I love reading about zombies. And watching funny zombie-themed movies like Zombieland and Shaun of The Dead. I even have a zombie apocalypse survival guide book. And perhaps, my first reaction when finding out that a zombie apocalypse might actually be taking place right now is a bit too uhh, mean? Cruel? Sadistic? Okay, so I fangirl-squealed to it. Yes, I made funny noises and mouthed OMG OMG when I read the news about how a naked guy was eating another guy's face and needed to be shot six times before he went down. C'mon, naked dude chomping down another dude and needed six fucking shots to kill him? He's either a zombie or a zombie, people.
At least I'm not the only one who reacts that way.

This is not the only weird thing that's happening in Florida. In fact, for the past two weeks, Florida has been hit with weird attacks like this. Someone has compiled news articles that suggests that a zombie apocalypse is already taking place. 

What, you don't believe in zombies? Well, don't rule out the possibility of a full-on zombie apocalypse just because you think it's fictional. People in the early 19th century didn't believe that we could travel in the skies but hey, there are planes around now so...yeah.

And what a way to end the Zombie Awareness Month with news suggesting that a zombie apocalypse might actually be dawning upon us. 

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Micro.

So, this is what I did, mostly because of boredom.
Everyone, say hello to shiny stud. Shiny stud, meet everyone.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Oak.

I would like to interrupt your daily lives with an important announcement. This is a personal message from the blogger herself :

PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, PLEASE WATCH THIS VIDEO. I AM BEGGING YOU TO WATCH THIS VIDEO. YOU WILL NEVER, EVER REGRET IT. I HAVE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW MUCH YOU REALLY NEED TO WATCH THIS VIDEO. THUS, THE REASON WHY THIS IS IN FUCKING CAPS. JUST, WATCH IT. PLEASE.



And I die.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Bit.


"Pandora's not a country...but your kid thinks it's real. Because it was in 3D. That's how stupid your kid is."

I'm already missing my teachers. I remember those days when they actually tell me about things like these. About how stressed they are. And how students run out of their classes when they enter. And how their hairs are turning grey faster than they should. And I would laugh and sympathise. And then, not do my homework.

Monday, May 14, 2012

City.

The grey bar vs. the red bar race on Youtube. The one race that will forever make me agitated just by looking at it. I WILL FOREVER SUPPORT THE GREY BAR. So, please, grey bar. Please win. Please. I am begging you. I am tired of watching red bar overtake you. It frustrates me.

GREY BAR YOU CAN DO IT. MOMMA NEEDS HER DOSE OF YOUTUBEY GOODNESS.

Monday, April 30, 2012

Clean.

I was at the Bersih 3.0 sit-in rally on Saturday and I would like to tell everyone about my experience there. It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I stood with people who wanted a change and dared to speak up about it despite knowing that we might be arrested or tear gased just by being there. I dare say that there were easily tens of thousands of people gathered at Masjid Jamek and I am truly thankful that the citizens of Malaysia there and those who were constantly following the updates on the Internet are standing up and demanding what is right.

I had breakfast at a coffee shop nearby the Klang station at about 7:20am and I knew that those who were carrying bags and wearing sports shoes are attending the rally. The ride to KL in the train was fun, despite the train being crammed to the brim with people. Not with just any people, but with people who are going to KL for the same purpose I am going to KL. And once in my life, I felt happy being in a small, enclosed metal tube moving along metal tracks, having to share my foot space with another complete stranger in yellow. Everyone was friendly to each other during that ride. We didn't complain about the lack of space. Or the inability to move our legs. Or having to lean on another as support when the train jerked. Not one complain was muttered because I bet everyone was proud to share that space with another Malaysian who loves the nation just as much. At every station, we saw policemen wandering around. There were about 15 policemen at the Angkasapuri station and that made the people go "woah" and then, laughed a little. 

When we alighted the train at the Kuala Lumpur station, everyone started walking towards Pasar Seni. Again, cops were everywhere. But we didn't bother about them, since I knew that they were only doing their duty. That sight of streets empty from cars and filled with people of different races -- it was beautiful. I even looked at strangers in the eyes and smiled at them. No words were needed at all. I reached Masjid Jamek with my parents and a friend at about 10am and there were almost thousands of people there gathered. The atmosphere is indescribable. There were hundreds of people already sitting on the road. There was a group of men lying on the road, showing us that nothing can possibly make them get up from the road. There were people wearing Guy Fawkes masks. walking around with the Malaysia flag. Then, the chants began. "Hidup Rakyat". "Bersih, Bersih". "Stop Lynas". "Reformasi". Everyone screamed along and that gave me goosebumps. You can feel the energy and hear the echoes bounce off the walls. It was unbelievable. I even cried a little when everyone started singing the national anthem. There were flags from Sabah, Penang and other states but it didn't matter because everyone was there for one reason and the national anthem was the one that bonded us together. I saw a guy from Switzerland walking around and a man told him the reason everyone was there. The only thing I heard him respond (because it was so loud) was "Oh, wow". Oh, wow indeed. 

Believe me when I say I'm trying my hardest to make this into a short post but I can't. It's impossible.

I was on my phone, reading Twitter updates and looking at the pictures of the crowd at the other meeting points until about 12pm when the reception on my phone started getting unstable. I couldn't go on the Internet and my phone had 'emergency calls only' on the screen most of the time. Then, my dad's friend told me that maybe the police had deployed mobile phone jamming devices to discourage the people there from twitting and posting up pictures. While we were there from 10am to 3pm, helicopters were constantly seen and heard and every time a helicopter was around, the people cheered and waved. I was genuinely proud to be among these people. The old, the young, the working class, the students, the able, the disable. Everyone was there. I was home. 

The crowd really got wild after 12pm. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. The chants got louder and the number of people at Masjid Jamek started growing by the minute. Every time a political figure is seen there, people cheered and shook hands with him/her. The crowd was so big that they needed bodyguards to make him/her space to move in the crowd. When Ambiga arrived and addressed the crowd, she was greeted with thousands of hands, waving in the air and a deafening "woo!". I couldn't hear what she was saying since she was pretty far from my location and the speakers were not that clear but that didn't stop me from standing under the sun and waiting for the next move. Of course, she somehow made it clear (despite the loud crowd and bad soundsystem) that we are not going to proceed with the walk to the Dataran and told us that we are going to simply sit at wherever we are standing. Huge yellow and green balloons were seen crowd surfing as that was going on. Everyone tried to sit but there wasn't enough space for everyone so she told us that the rally was a success and we can all go back home. That was around 2:45pm and people were still coming. We walked back to the Kuala Lumpur station and five minutes after we left, a woman ran to the lawyers from Bar Council who were just beside us and told them that the police started shooting tear gas canisters at the crowd. The lawyers started following the woman and we continued walking. During the walk to the train station, I really thought that it won't be serious. But it did. It got worse as the minute went by. When I boarded the train, I managed to get access to the Twitter updates from my phone and the updates I read was horrible. They shot dozens of tear gas canisters into the crowd. They shot chemically laced water at the crowd. They sealed the exit points and gave the people no way of escaping.

I was angry. I was sad. I was disappointed. I was a mixture of so many different intense emotions that I was almost in tears. I'm not going to comment on who is at fault for giving a wonderful day a cruel ending. I wasn't there so I am not going to say anything else but this. I am highly positive that the crowd that I have been surrounded for five hours will not smash windows with rocks or hit policemen with cones. The crowd I was around was there for a peaceful assembly. I trust the people -- my people. I mean, I saw a young man greeting 'good morning' to an old man with only a foot. I saw a taxi driver in yellow, donning a Bersih headband, shouting "Siapa nak teksi?" and he gave a thumbs up to everyone. I saw ladies giving out yellow flowers to everyone. I just don't believe that these people provoked the police to start teargassing everyone. And for the police to act so violently? It wasn't called for. 98% of the crowd were there for a peaceful protest and they ended up getting teargassed. Why not only arrest the culprits instead of torturing everyone like that? Why not?

Despite all the blood and tears shed, I can say that if there is another peaceful assembly like this in the future, count me in. I have never been so proud to be a Malaysian. I have never felt so much patriotism in the air. I am brave enough to say that I cried along with the other Malaysians there when we sang 'Negaraku'. I am thankful that I am not alone in this. 

Monday, April 23, 2012

Better.

So. After admitting to myself that I have issues in the blogosphere, I feel much better now. I guess, this is the space where I am most honest with myself. I tell hundreds of lies when it comes to personal issues but when I enter this blog space, I can't lie. Because this is where I am truly at home and at peace. Knowing that certain people are reading this blog has never stopped me from expressing myself, even if it concerns them. I don't write to please others. I write to please myself. Also, the feeling when I can bring myself to type my inner thoughts and click on that publish button? Best feeling ever. It's like, I can take on the world, oh yeah. Plus, supportive friends = gift from God.

In other news, a man dropped his pants in front of me yesterday. He was jogging and his shorts were slowly slipping off his uhh, body because he is a vigorous exerciser, yes. And he pulled his shorts back up. So, technically, he didn't drop his pants upon my request. It was gravity, feeling horny and I was the lucky spectator to be chosen from the hundreds of people jogging around. But still, a man dropped his pants in front of me. That, my friend, was a pleasant surprise. Ah, simple things in life that brings happiness to the world.

And this too.
*gigglegigglesnortgiggle* Oh, James. You make me stumble on my own foot even when I'm sitting on a chair.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Gum.

Okay, so here it goes.

I'm distancing myself from the people around me. Yes, I might have said or implied that I needed time far away from the fast lane to chill. Thus, the reason why I am still jobless (by choice, of course). However, I realised that this is not the reason anymore. Sure, that was the initial purpose to the whole I'm-going-to-stay-at-home-and-just-do-things-I-wanna-do idea -- to recuperate from the emotionally draining year last year. But then, I've actually rested enough to get back out into the world and start doing something else besides watching videos on Youtube. So, what's been holding me back from going out into civilisation, you might ask?

I am a fuck up, that's what. No, I don't need your pity. You don't need to say things that you don't want to say just to comfort me. Wait, what? You don't feel pity for me? I guess I deserve it after the shit I've been pulling. I've been distancing myself from people. Not just people I care or people I know. People, in general. Now, who in the world does that with a conscious mind? I have friends who care for me and wish to see me happy but all I've been doing is ignoring their calls and messages. I have friends who are going through shit and instead of listening to their problems or consoling them, I run away. I hide in a hole that is my room, far away from creatures who speak the same language as I do. I don't go out either. It's like, I've stopped socialising all together. I don't know what or why -- wait, I actually do and this is the whole point of this post.

I am afraid. There, I've said it. I'm hesitating to get too close to the people I care because I'm afraid they will leave me. Oh, man. This sounds like those reasons men who can't commit give to women. You see, I'm still a little hung up from my previous relationship. I mentioned that I was going to be okay and all that but that was just a facade I put on so people will stop hanging around my back. I didn't like people paying extra attention on me after my breakup because I am a wounded bird who just fell from the tree because I suck as a bird because which bird actually falls from a tree? There's a thing called wings, right? Oh, right. I'm a wounded bird so of course I can't use my wounded wings. But that's not the point. I hated feeling weak and vulnerable. People hanging around me, asking if I'm okay or if I needed chicken soup -- that made me feel useless. Like, I can't even handle my own shit and I need people around me to nurse me.

Also, I needed to tell everyone and myself that I'm going to be okay just so I can believe that things will get better. I compressed all the useless I'm-an-emotional-wreck thoughts and feelings and went on with my life. And things did get better. I thought I got better. Ah, fuck. I'm still nursing a broken heart after two years. I have commitment issues. I run away from anything that is remotely close to a good relationship/friendship. All this because I chose to not do the 'WHY DID HE LEAVE ME? DAT ASSHOLE. ALL MEN SHOULD JUST DIE. RELATIONSHIPS SUCK.' rant at that time. I simply ignored that whole scream-aton and went on living. And now, it's backfiring on me. Fucking karma. Just because I decided to be the nice ex-girlfriend. I thought whatever I'm doing to the people around me was because I'm going through that apathy phase again but it is actually much simpler. It's all because of a bad way of handling a breakup. I realised the truth about this situation only this morning while I'm still drugged by the sleep bug.

I don't know how to end this post. Uhm, how about this?

"I eventually got better and I began socialising by communicating with my cat. The End." Or. "I die alone. The End." Probably this sounds better. "I realised that total isolation from human kind is not a healthy thing and so, I opened my front door and stepped out into the sun and before I spoke my first words to my neighbour, I die from a sunburn. The End." Or this.

I'm a total fuck-up who doesn't appreciate her friends and it's only a matter of time that I snap out of it. But before that, can someone just fucking hammer some sense into my head because I really love my friends? I'm really sorry, guys. The End.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Idea.

Scene : Elder brother calls. I answer his call.
Bro : Hey, I have a file to send to you.
Me : What? You want to give me some pau?
Bro : File! I have a file to send to you!
Me : What? You're giving me an angpau?
Bro : Song! I'm emailing you a song!
Me : What? You have a bong?
Bro : A SONG. S-O-N-G.
Me : What? F-O-N-G?
Bro : *clearly frustrated* Never mind. I'll text--
Me : You should send me a text. I don't understand whatever you're saying. 

Either the mobile telephone reception in my area is awful or I'm going deaf.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Track.

I have a pimple on my nose. I wonder if there's a certain age when pimples just stop popping out from random areas of my face.

Which reminds me, I actually don't know how to do personal grooming on myself. I don't know how to shape my eyebrows or curl my eyelashes with mascara or that eyelash curler thingy. Wow, thingy doesn't have a red squiggle underneath it. I must've used that word so many times that I managed to fool Blogger to believe it's a real word. I don't know how to use anything in a make-up kit and I just found out about this thing called the bronzer just a month back. I don't use moisturizer or any sort of cream on my face and skin which prolly caused the pimple to sprout.

Or not. I could still have those oh-my-goodness-I'm-in-the-transition-of-being-a-hormonal-teenager-whut hormones inside my body.

I'm not sure if this is going to be a plus point since this is as natural as anyone can get or just one of the many obstacles because I'm à la cavewoman when the search of a boyfriend in my university years begins.

Going into cosmetic shops like M.A.C or Sephora gives me the heebie jeebies because it is such an awkward place for a person who is a total lost when it comes to cosmetics to be. Put me in a big ass bookstore cramped with books or a two-floored CD shop filled with CDs on each shelf and you will summon the Gandhi in me. The smell of new books and the feeling of the plastic wrapper of an unopened CD has some kind of therapeutic effect on my body because my body just goes on calm mode. But a Bobbi Brown or uhm, insert-some-random-female-name-that-sounds-like-an-expensive-cosmetic-brand shop? Awkwaarrddd.

I might be the only girl among people my age who is all 'no thank you, make-up. I'm happy with the sebum resting on my face'. Maybe in five years' time, I'll be one of those people who goes into these shops to get the finest concealer. Har har.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Spell.

My room smells like bread. Not that it matters but yeah, my room smells like bread.

Speaking of bread :

OH. MY. GOD.

No length of the combination of alphabets 'H' and 'A' will be enough to show how hard I lost it.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Hill.

"Once we get into combat, the only people you can trust is yourself and the fellow next to you."  
Guanere, Band of Brothers

I just finished watching the first episode of Band of Brothers and all I can think to myself is, "These men came from different walks of life, left their homes and loved ones behind to volunteer to fight a war for their country and people. And they depended on no one but themselves." They put their lives in each other's hands -- no questions asked. They don't doubt the people they are fighting alongside with them because they are going into an unknown territory for the same reasons and aim and that is, to win a war and to just come out of the battlefield alive. Together. That one word and boy, is it a powerful word. They are going in together and only desire to come out together. Guh, men and their fucking brotherly bonds that are developed while they are training for war. I am so jealous of the bond that holds them together so tightly that they are willing to die for each other. And to believe that they were strangers before that.

Damn it. These men are the real unsung heroes. And I am only at episode one. I am going to be an emotional wreck once I am done with this. 

Friday, March 30, 2012

Lady.

Proper post today.

Numero uno, ACTA. Seriously, what is the Governments' problem with our Internet? (Here's a gist of ACTA) Don't they get that this is our territory they are messing with? Haven't they learned their lesson after watching "largest online protest in history" against SOPA/PIPA? Gosh, politician dudes. Just leave our Internet alone. We're letting you guys feel comfy and important in your seats right?

Just. Don't.


Numero dos. I'm an ISTP, or so this quiz says. And I think it's absolutely incredible that the ISTP Wikipedia article is an almost perfect depiction of my personality. I have always doubted the whole 'everyone is different' idea. But now, this. This is some legit shit. Sure, we're not the same persons but we're pretty similar. We have the same goals in lives (to be validated) and the same fears (failing in life). How different are we exactly? Everyone wants to be described as different or unique because let's face it, it's like death and the afterlife. We create a whole heaven and hell idea because we "couldn't bear the idea of death being a big, black nothing, couldn't imagine themselves not existing." (Looking For Alaska, 2005) Similarly, we tell ourselves that we are different because we need to feel special or what is the point of being your own person? The point here is I am an ISTP and you might be an ISTP and the person drinking that frappuchino in Starbucks could be an ISTP too. We're not really that special, right?

And now, we know there are sixteen kinds of people in this world and not 7 billion kinds of people.

I sound like a pessimist. Ngeh.


Here, have a happy Ponsi with a kitty.


Numero tres, I'll be completely honest here. I think History fucking rocks. Yes, I may have disliked History as much as I disliked dirty toilets during the early years of my secondary schooling life (yes, that much) but I have come to realise that History is actually pretty cool. It's not that boring, if you have the interest to learn about the things people did last time and how it shapes our present. I mean, c'mon. The Crusades is pretty fucking awesome okay? And also, the history of the United Kingdom which I have not read about but will do so soon because it's complicated and shit, just the way I like it. I have learned about the Agricultural Revolution for my exams and this (see below) still makes me fascinated and proud of my cavemen ancestors.




Numero four (ehhe), I am not one of the happy moviegoers of the Hunger Games movie. It's not that the movie is badly done or it strayed really far from the book. The CGIs were really impressive and the cast were brilliant. It's just, the movie simply left me cold and in need of more fuzziness and heartbreak. They left out the bits and pieces that make the book wonderful. Look away now if you have not watch the movie. Because I don't want people to be going around, calling me a person who strips people from the pleasure of watching a movie. *Spoiler alert* They left out Madge (HOW COULD THEY?), the tributes' eyes in the mutations created by The Capitol and the Katniss-Peeta bonding sessions. *End spoiler* And also, not enough violence in the movie. Look, the book is really descriptive with the way the tributes die and sufer but the movie doesn't project the same amount like the book. The violence is to show the extend humans are willing to go to survive and also, to show how fucked up The Capitol is since they are watching these children die as a form of entertainment. These are the itsy bitsy pieces that make The Hunger Games. But they weren't present so much in the movie which is a fucking shame.

But the soundtrack? Pwoah. Especially this. This is fucking boss.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Ice.

I bought finger puppets! I bought them because I had to. They are too fucking cute.

And now, I found a new purpose for them. I can curse without looking too offensive.

This fuck-you from an elephant is dedicated to an asshole out there. Oh, I sure hope you know who you are because this is as offensive as I can get in the blogosphere. I don't usually post pictures of middle fingers around here but if you're feeling uncomfortable after reading this, then this is for you.

So, yeah. Have a nice day and fuck you.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Wind.

Leaky nose, coughs, watery eyes, sneezing at an average of twenty time a day and an itsy bitsy sore throat. That's what I get for wanting to go to Singapore for kicks. Huzzah!

Oh, lookie here. I might be having a fever now. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Flood.

This Valentine's Day, I was greeted with pictures of a 21 year old friend who just got married on Facebook. White dress and all. Today, I found out that another friend who is the same age as I am is pregnant and engaged. In this one month period, I have been bombarded with ideas of women settling down and being someone's wife.

It's not that I'm feeling bitter because they have someone and I don't. It's not that I'm terrified that I won't be able to find someone to settle down with. Don't worry, my biological clock is not ticking. I'm mostly traumatised by those findings because:-

1) I've just graduated from high school and they are already settling down.
2) I have not even enrolled myself in a university and they are already making plans for a marriage.
3) I don't have that special someone and they are already making babies.


Do you understand the trauma I'm currently experiencing? They are my friends. They are the people whom I usually see and say hi when I was in school. And now, they are someone's wife. Someone's mother. I'm not sure if they are moving too fucking fast or I'm just too slow when it comes to matters like this. I'm highly positive they are moving like a fucking bullet train. Yes, that must be it.

I knew that once I step into my twenties, I will start receiving wedding invitations with my name on it, instead of my parents' from friends. I will begin seeing engagement rings on their fingers. I expected events like these to take place in y'know, three to four years' time. Not after three fucking months of being twenty. Heck, I am not even twenty yet. I'm not even twenty and the people I know are already having embryos and foetuses in their wombs. Legally. So, yeah. Forgive me for overreacting after finding out that a 20 year old girl that I know and gone to school with is about to get married because I am not mentally prepared to handle this yet. I expected people in the age range of 20 to 22 to be as clueless and reckless with their lives as I am and be all 'Woohooo, we are still young so we can be reckless young adults! Bring on the booze yeah!' and not y'know, earning to support a family.

I am not a university student yet and they are already someone's parents. Wa-ow. I don't know how to react to this.
Martin, you and I both. You and I both.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Clouds.

So yeah, remember this? Yeeahhh, about that.

I win.
Glorious day, today. But no one should try it. Last minute studying, I mean. Of course, it is possible but you can die doing this. I almost did, to be honest. Those sleepless nights, sudden panic attacks, constant urges to vomit, frequent bickering with yourself (WHY DID YOU PUT YOURSELF IN THIS SHIT GUHHH). It is hard work, people. Don't ever put yourself in that situation if you have a choice.

My juniors asked me what was my secret to obtaining those pretty little alphabets and I told them the truth. "Last minute studying." Oh, the look on their faces. I knew I should've given those conventional answers. But look, I'm not a role model, people. No one should follow my footsteps. I'm lazy. I don't finish my homework. I verbally punch teachers. I get myself into too much trouble in school. I'm a good example of a bad student. So, yes. Study smart like how everyone says you should. Listen to your teachers. Don't take advices from me.

Since I was twelve, I've been lucky when it comes to major exams. And I hope this streak of luck continues. Because I am going to still need it.

But, yes. Halle-fucking-lujah, everyone!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

There.

Are you familiar with the feeling when you hear a song that was significant to you at one point of your life after years of not hearing a note of it? When your music player was on shuffle and it plays that song that has been buried under thousands of other songs?



I heard this song just now, when I was looking through pictures in Tumblr. When the guitar part came on, I stopped. I had to because I couldn't do anything else but to focus on the song. It felt so good to listen to a song that got me through one of the difficult phases in my life. The song felt so familiar. It transported me back to the year 2008. Horrible year. What can I say? It was the year I began realising that everything we as teenagers have been hoping for - popularity, mostly - means nothing. More friends for what? Useless. It was the year I began to fall out with friends. One by one, fight after fight. I admit that I was pretty well-known (I am not boasting, I promise) and I simply fell out of the grid in 2008 and in 2009, I was pretty much last year's news. Not that I was complaining.

And here I am, in 2012. Listening to the same song that got me through those dark and numb nights. I remember having this song on repeat for more than four hours. I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling with my doors locked. And this reminds me of how much music matters to me. It is music that helps in the purging of my soul during my lowest. When I heard it again today after so many years, it sounds brand new. Like, music I have never heard before. And it's doing it again; cleansing my soul and making life tad more bearable.

I will never be able to repay musicians. Their music is forever helping me up, even after I have abandoned them. This song has not seen the daylight for years and yet, it never left me. Still there. Forever there. Thank God for music.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Murmur.

Let me tell you what I'm feeling. I feel useless now. I can't conjure words at my whim anymore. I can't find the right words to express my thoughts. I need to take an extra five minutes to locate the words in my mind because it has hidden somewhere deep in my mind palace due to the lack of usage in my daily life. I have so many thoughts and views to share but I can't seem to find those words. This is one of the reasons why blogging is becoming such a task now. I frequent Blogger to start with a post but I can't finish it. I end up closing the page halfway through a post.

I can't find the words.

I can feel my brain degrading. I can feel my mind becoming lazy. And this is very frightening.

Words are my sword and I can't wield them perfectly anymore.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Weight.





P.S. Okay, so I couldn't do it. The no-shampoo-and-soap thing. I tried. I tried so hard but I couldn't continue with it. Five days of not using shampoo really changed my hair texture. My mum said it looked healthier but the grease..there is only so much I can handle. I can feel the oil production on my scalp subsiding on day four but not enough to convince me to continue with it. However, showering without soap is easy. I guess I will continue with it. I feel like a failure. A complete failure. Guh, what can I do? I have the willpower of a raccoon. Ah, the shame!

Monday, February 20, 2012

Shelter.

I am going to try this because I can. The first few weeks will be the hardest because my body will be adjusting to the lack of chemicals on my body. I hope this works because hey, if cavemen are able to survive without shampoo and soap, why the fuck can't we?
_______________

I don't usually leave my blog unattended for so many days but I've been finding it difficult to blog. I don't feel that familiar sensation when I open a blank page to spill everything out. Blogging feels like a chore. Words are not flowing out smoothly through my fingers. It's a jerky, uncomfortable process.

Today, I realised nature doesn't affect me the way it did anymore. I stopped catching myself looking at the skies for too long. I stopped inhaling everything good and exhaling everything bad out of my system whenever I'm in a park or when amongst trees or plants. I don't feel the unwanted weight being lifted off my body when I am surrounded by nature. I don't find myself anticipating evening walks in parks with music in my ears, as a form of temporary escapism.

After spending hours reading in my room today, I closed my book and I stared into space and it felt as if I didn't belong there; like, I was placed there. Everything in that room didn't seem to fit into the picture. Out of place. Mismatched.

I still don't feel lighter or better after typing all that. My eyes are zooming in and out of focus as I stare at the screen. Something is wrong here.

I'm supposed to be better. I'm not supposed to go through this stupid phase again.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Dust.

"As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts,
Oh, the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms,
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss, your beauty trumped my doubt.

And my head told my heart,
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head,
"This time, no,
This time, no."
Winter Winds ; Mumford and Sons

I wonder how it is so easy for some to get into and out of relationships. I hear how a handful of people can easily get back into the dating sphere weeks after they'd just ended a relationship. I'm not going to bring up the question of whether the previous relationship had any significance to them, based on their speed of recovery and wanting to find a new significant other to show their love to. The question in mind today is how their hearts can constantly take the beatings; how they can repeatedly risk their hearts for a relationship.

A romantic relationship is simple; you either end up getting married or breaking up. Nothing in between. 50/50. You would actually have the best odds if you were in a casino. Yet, a relationship is not something I would gamble on. I'm not trying to say that these people who have relationships love playing with their hearts and emotions. Good for you people who have good and happy relationships. I'm just not sure whether I respect these people who believe that love is the most important thing in life and will not stop at anything until they find it or doubt their sanity for allowing themselves to be so vulnerable to pain and misery. Let's face it, getting rejected after allowing another person to be part of your life pretty much fucking sucks. So, these people could either be really amazing or just plain silly.

I don't think I can allow myself to be in that position yet. The position where you bare your soul and heart to another person and just hope that he accepts you for who you are. It's too frightening to think about it right now but I know, at some point of my life, I will do it again and I hope I won't lose myself in the process. I guess that's why it's so much easier to have musician crushes because you can love them 100% without getting hurt. You love their music and they will love you back. Musicians risk their hearts by putting out songs that have sentimental values in it and you will have that connection with them when you can relate to their lyrics and music. They will love you regardless of age, skin tone and background because you have accepted them for who they are; flaws and all. They don't need to know us personally because we have already connected with each other at a very personal level; through the raw emotions in their lyrics and music. That's why I feel that musicians should be celebrated because they are one of the strongest people I know; they are willing to forego the conventional way of living by pursuing their passion for music and they bare their souls to everyone and thus, allowing every single person in the world to judge them.

But I digress. I can't say I've gone through enough relationships to say that love is worth it. I know a few who start relationships because they fear the cold; the loneliness. I've experienced many cold nights but it is not enough for me to enter into a relationship just to feel loved. I don't think I have a phobia for romantic relationships but to put yourself on a platter to be handed it to another person to decide if you're worth fighting for, that idea is too just too absurd for me right now.

"Remember spring swaps snow for leaves,
You'll be happy and wholesome again."
Winter Winds ; Mumford and Sons

Until spring comes, I will find comfort in music and friends.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Enchanting.


  • about an hour ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • BECAUSE SUPERNATURAL IS AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND ALL ITS FANS ARE GORGEOUS, INTELLIGENT, WONDERFUL PEOPLE.
      AND I DON'T KNOW HOW CHEESY IT IS TO SAY THIS ABOUT A TV SHOW, BUT SPN WAS LIFE-CHANGING FOR ME. NOT TO MENTION IT GOT ME THROUGH THE TWO SHITTIEST YEARS OF MY LIFE TO DATE.
  • Vanessa Pereira                                                                                                                                  about an hour ago
    AND FUCK YEAH, IT MADE ME SOME NEW FRIENDS. *HUGS IN CAPSLOCK*

  • about an hour ago
    Sue Fyenn
    • :') I NEED TO GET THE BOXSETS SO I CAN WATCH THEM ANY TIME I WANT. FUCKING HELL. OKAY. THAT IS MY LIFE GOAL. OH GOSH. PLEASE LET ME MARRY AN SPN FANGUY OR SOMETHING.
    • OH MY GOSH I WANNA SEE CASTIEL AGAIN. "I AM THE ONE WHO DRAGGED YOU OUT OF HELL AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION." FUCK ME NOW CASTIEL.

  • about an hour ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • RIGHT. RIGHT. GOD. I'VE MADE THAT LIFE GOAL SO MANY TIMES AND IT IS STILL UNFULFILLED. I NEED TO GET LIKE 10 HARD DRIVES AND FILL THEM ALL UP WITH SUPERNATURAL IN CASE ONE GETS LOST/CORRUPTED/BURNED/ETC.

      PLEASE LET ME MARRY....OH DAMN THEY'RE ALL MARRIED. PLEASE LET ME BE JENSEN'S KIDS' NANNY. OR SOMETHING. LIFE GOAL KAY, LIFE GOAL.

      HAHAHA THE ONLY GUY I KNOW WHO IS ACTUALLY *INTO* INTO SUPERNATURAL IS MY BROTHER. HE WAS TELLING ME THE OTHER DAY THAT SAM AND DEAN MAY JUST BE THE BEST TELEVISION CHARACTERS OF OUR GENERATION. AND OBVIOUSLY I AGREED. THE PLOT MAY GO TO FUCK, THE WRITING MAY GET SHODDY, BUT SAM AND DEAN HAVE ALWAYS, ALWAYS BEEN  (AND I SUSPECT SO MUCH OF THAT HAS TO DO WITH THE WAY J2 PLAY THEIR PARTS, AND THE CHEMISTRY).

      HNNNNGGGG CASTIEL. SHIT HOTDAMN THAT TRENCHCOAT IS PURE PORN. PORN I TELL YOU.

      "I DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT REFERENCE".

  • about an hour ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • I WANT TO GODDAM FINISH THE EPIC SAM AND DEAN FANMIX I'VE BEEN SITTING ON SINCE LAST APRIL OR WHATEVER, BUT EVERY TIME I COME ACROSS A NEW SONG WITH THE *PERFECT* LYRICS OR A PRETTIER IMAGE TO USE FOR GRAPHICS I RE-ARRANGE THE WHOLE THING. THIS BETTER COME OUT A FUCKING MASTERPIECE OR I WILL BE VERY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF.

  • about an hour ago
    Sue Fyenn
    • HAHAHAHA I LOVE HOW EVERYTHING IS IN CAPS RIGHT NOW. IT HURTS MY EYES BUT DAMN IT, CAPS LOCKING IS THE ONLY WAY WE CAN EVER SHOW OUR PASSION FOR THIS SHOW. FUCKING HELL. I AM GONNA WORK AND GET ONE BOXSET AT A TIME YEAAHH.

      CAN I BE MISHA'S KIDS' NANNY? OH MY GOSH. I'LL EVEN WEAR THE HOUSE CLEANER'S OUTFIT OR SOMETHING AND TEMPT THAT MAN. GUHHHH.

      "YOU HAVE REACHED THE VOICEMAIL OF : WHAT? I DON'T UNDERSTAND. WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY MY NAME? *PRESSES RANDOM NUMBERS*"

      DON'T WORRY. EVERYTHING WILL COME OUT FINE. JUST SHOW ME WHEN IT'S DONE OH MY HEART. I NEED SEASON SEVEN NOW.

  • about an hour ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • FUCK YEAAAHHHHHHHHH! BOX SET! VIEWING PARTY! WOOO!

      I WANT TO BE MISHA'S PET. I JUST WANT TO BE AROUND HIM ALL THE TIME. GO WHEREVER HE GOES. TALK TO HIM EVERY DAY. HE'S SO FUCKING FASCINATING. AND SO SO SO HOT.
      AND IF THE RUMOURS THAT HE AND MRS.MISHA ARE INTO THREESOMES..WELL THEN. LET KINKY-TIMES COMMENCE!

      DO YOU THINK WE'LL BE ABLE TO ATTEND AN OVERSEAS CON BY THE TIME THIS SHOW WRAPS? *TWIDDLES FINGERS* IT WOULD BE AMAAAAAZING TO MEET ACTUAL SPN FANS AND MINGLE AND SHIT, FIRST OF ALL. I HOPE THEY KEEP HAVING CONS FOREVER AND EVER LONG AFTER SHOW ENDS. I DON'T EVEN CARE IF MISHA IS THE ONLY ONE WHO SHOWS UP. WHICH HE PROLLY WOULD BE.

      AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

      "I FOUND A LIQUOR STORE.
      AND I DRANK IT".

      I'M QUITE PROUD OF THE BITS I HAVE ALREADY FINISHED  IT'S IN A SPECIAL GIANT FOLDER FOR MY EYES ONLY AT THIS POINT.

  • 57 minutes ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • I TRIED GETTING A COURSE MATE TO GET INTO SUPERNATURAL BECAUSE SHE'S A HUGE ANIME AND MANGA AND SCI-FI GEEK AND WE ALREADY LIKE A LOT OF THE SAME GEEKY THINGS (LOTR AND HP AND SHERLOCK AND SHIT) BUT SHE'S QUITE...MEH ABOUT THE WHOLE THING, ALTHOUGH SHE IS HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH DEAN BECAUSE LET'S FACE IT, WHO ISN'T???

  • 51 minutes ago
    Sue Fyenn
    • OH MY GOSH I DON'T MIND BEING A DECORATIVE ITEM IN HIS HOUSE. JUST STANDING THERE, WATCHING HIM EAT CEREALS AND WALKING AROUND IN HIS BOXERS. UNGGGGGGG.

      WE WILL BE SO OLD AND SHIT WE MUST. WE MUST ASK QUESTIONS. WE MUST MINGLE. WE MUST GET A MILKSHAKE DATE WITH MISHA. WE MUST WATCH J2 ACT DORKY ONSTAGE. OH MY GOSH I MUST GO TO A CON.

      "GOD IS NOT ON A FLAT BREAD IN MEXICO."

      I NEVER TRIED GETTING ANYONE INTO SPN. EXCEPT RAVIN. DIDN'T WORK ANYWAY HAHAHAHAHA. DUDE, GUYS *AND* GIRLS FANTASIZE ABOUT THAT MAN. HIS LIPS.

  • 44 minutes ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • GUHHHH JENSEN. MY *MOTHER* MENTIONS HIS LIPS AT LEAST ONE DAY, DID I TELL YOU. DANGIT HE'S DELICIOUS. AND I ONLY NOTICED RECENTLY HOW HARD THEY WORK TO MAKE SURE JENSEN'S EYES CATCH THE LIGHT IN AS MANY SCENES AS POSSIBLE. AND YOU KNOW THE LIPS-SHOTS ARE AT LEAST 82% PURELY GRATUITOUS.

      WE *MUST*. AUSTRALIA WOULD BE NEAREST. HONESTLY THOUGH, EVEN WHEN THE CAST ARE DONE WITH IT, I REALLY HOPE THE FANS CARRY ON MEETING EACH OTHER ALL OVER THE WORLD IN CONS AND SHIT. THAT WOULD BE AMAZEBALLS.

      "YOU BREATHE WITH THE MOUTH OF A GOAT. IT'S FUNNIER IN ENOCHIAN".

  • 42 minutes ago
    Vanessa Pereira
    • YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW FUCKING LONELY IT WAS TO FANGIRL BEFORE YOU STARTED WATCHING. I COULD ONLY RELATE MY CASTIEL-FUCKING DESIRES TO MYSELF D:

  • 41 minutes ago
    Vanessa Pereira

  • 35 minutes ago
    Sue Fyenn
    • OH MY GOSH HIS EYES. YOU CAN SEE HIS EMOTIONS THROUGH HIS EYES. AND WHEN HE HAS THAT EYEDROPPER TEAR GOING ON.. *RUNS AND HUGS DEAN*..I AM HERE FOR YOU BABY. HE IS GORGEOUS.

      THERE'RE CONS IN AUSTRALIA? ZOMG I DIDN'T KNOW. WHAT FUCKERY IS THIS. AND THEY CAN'T EVEN BOTHER TO COME OVER HERE? OH I WANNA SEE THOSE FAN FICTION WRITERS AND TELL THEM THEY ROCK. SO FUCKING MUCH.

      "BUT TODAY, YOU'RE MY LITTLE BITCH."

      I CAN ACTUALLY IMAGINE HOW LONELY IT MUST HAVE FELT. MUST HAVE BEEN VERY HARD TO TRY TO CONTAIN YOUR LOVE FOR THIS SHOW. I MEAN, RIGHT NOW. I COULD JUST SCREAM AT SOMEONE NOW. "GET THE FUCK OFF YOUR ASS AND WATCH SPN NOW."

      I'M MORE FOCUSED ON DEAN THAN THE BABY. DEAN IN SUIT. NOMS.

  • 33 minutes ago
    Sue Fyenn
    • CAN I LIKE COPY AND PASTE THIS ONTO MY BLOG BECAUSE THIS IS TOO GOOD.
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And this is how I spent my night last night. There ain't stopping fangirls from fangirlling, yo.