Supreme Glitz.

Supreme things serenaded my day today. From the enthusiastic mini shopping trip at Pyramid with Cousin L alongside with siblings and dear queen, the newly bought camera (insert banana dance) and to the euphoric faces of le familia for the mini family style road trip (another banana dance if you please). The overwhelming heat, the sweat, the stench -- I came through it all. And I am having more than enough dosage of happiness in the form of Ipoh Hor Fun and Old Town French Toast at the mall today. Droolworthy I tell you. Darn those pretty distractions that got this mind of mine boggled up for 5 seconds. Apologizes for the lost of words. Will be on a short hiatus due to a trip for euphoric-ness hunting in Langkawi, Penang and Ipoh. Hah! I'm in need of sleep now. Departing EARLY EARLY in the morning and will be back on the 30th/31st. And my driving skills have been highly recommended and by le queen. Shalom!Yes. We. Are. Excuse the shameful behavior of two camera whores. (Geez, I look like a giant)

Harlequin.

He recalls the scent, the sound. The wind plays a song, menacingly clear in his head of the time when they, were once. Pavement rocks, sturdy. Seductive ticks of her vocal chords, delicately beautify his calamities. She, and her five o'clock shadow. Faintly presence walking hand in hand with eyes, ashamed of past mishaps. Pulse after pulse, the seconds witness her movements in such orderly manners, taking in breaths like a wounded soul, letting it out as if wanting it to be the last. Cigarette fume circulates. He glanced at what he once craved. Once. Repetitive thoughts bounce across the walls of his mind as he tries his best to let it all go astray. The reds and the greens leaves him confused. Shades of her hair color leaves him defenseless. A weakness, even for he, the one so strong, can't escape. Solace awaits. He knows, what's playing in her head. Not the song that she's singing, not the calculations of her next action. The movement of her lips carves him a sly smile. There will never be another man like you. He knows, such ludicrous act for a man to pass up another moment that one's needed for too long a time.

P/s : Counting down for New Year's Eve party. Merry faces of beloveds, good food, enthused!

Noise Pop.

Undeniably I have almost expertly master to control any urge for emotional ramblings. I have emotions. It's been happening so often that now it's sleekly turning into a perfect routine. Perfectly save to say, to paint shades of gray and black on a canvas is not what I want to remember when I re-read my posts. I want, God, NEONS? Hah.
I only let out a slight of repentance for being out of the real world and into the gray slash black unreal world lately. It's beginning to bore me. And others as well I believe. I no longer need to be a bore I believe. It sounds tragic, because if you knew me, I am not a tragic person. So as I bit my lip, tossed on the chair whilst still single-handedly compromising with my back ache, the mental block couldn't at a most stellar time. Yawn.
It's christmas today. (Insisted on writing that though it has nothing to do with what's next) Visited Grandmother at Shah Alam with le familia. Managed to sneak a quick mall parading session with Cousin L, to ease the bore and to release the negative forces beneath. Another parading session at the Curve with the whole group of King, Queen, Sister D, Sister M and also, Cousin L. We just have to have company. It used to be a tradition. Sleeping over and stuffs like that. It still is I suppose, after 19 years. Had dinner and headed home.
Day went well. Except for a little mini parasite-like mind intriguing issues that occurs once in awhile and causes the gray black canvas painting. Fear not however, calm has been restored I believe. Okay, maybe. Did you hear me snicker? Damn. I need sleep. Cheerios.

I'm in need of a sweet pleasure plus vengeance escapism. Throw me on an island and let me break free will you please?

Purifying awesomeness.

I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in
And if you do not want to see me again I would understand
I would understand
The angry boy a bit too insane
Icing over a secret pain
You know you don't belong
You're the first to fight
Youre way too loud
You're the flash of light on a burial shroud
I know somethings wrong
Well everyone I know has got a reason
To say put the past away
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in
And if you do not want to see me again I would understand
I would understand
Well he's on the table and he's gone to code
And I do not think anyone knows
What they're doing here
And your friends have left you
You've been dismissed
I never thought it would come to this
And i, I want you to know
Everyone's got to face down the demons
Maybe today
You could put the past away
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in
And if you do not want to see me again I would understand

Lyric above has no so ever meaning. I just suddenly feel like posting it. And I found myself mouthing to Pussycat Dolls' I Hate This Part song in the car and the lines hit through me so perfectly. I'm still trying to fathom all these hurtful secrets which is slowly eating me out and tearing me down. Lord, grant me a pretty distraction please. I PROMISE I'LL BEHAVE.

Merry Christmas.

I WISH, FOR A CHRISTMAS TREE WITH PRESENTS FOR ME UNDERNEATH IT.

Cloud cult.

Hi. Orgasms aside. My week so far basically consist of appalling amount of sleep and gradually growing gathering sessions. Wednesday, 12pm, hopped on a bike of lad F and went to Kajang Town for a quick lunch and catching up session before I meet up with old mates from high school. Last seen lad F two years ago. Not much changes though. Except for certain habits of him I hate that he had grown to like. Where has the good boy gone? Lad, smoking kills. Please don't die yet. Okay, I might be a little dramatic. Excuse le sinful editorial. We ate and we laughed. And even make sarcastic remarks of each other like we always do. It even turned out into a little safe non hazardous war of kicking each other's foot, hair pulling, stomach punching and throwing slippers underneath people's table. Eyes were caught staring and it only cracks us up into more laughter. Embarrassing indeed. But it was fun though.
1pm, lad went back, and I proceeded with the next occasion of the day. Met up with lad B slash ex-Selangor track mate, lass A, lass W and lass F at Secret Recipe. Lad B was in town and since I haven't seen him for ages and he has been wanting to meet up for ages as well, he was asked to join femmes of mine. Venue changed though. Transiting from Secret Recipe to Mamak instead.
As of the usual, gossips were exchanged, stories were revised. Ate, chatted, laughed, yada yada yada. 3pm, said goodbye to lad B and us femmes extended the mini gathering and headed off to lass A's crib. A wonder crib that every human could possibly dream of. Pool table, swimming pool, back yard big enough to play mini baseball, mini gym, karaoke room and every nice things you can think of. Old memories and new memories were gathered and girl talks were had obviously. Who's the new guy, what happened to the last one, what happened to that girl who was.. and the list goes on. Gossips never end.
5pm, enough is enough. But a gathering comes with camera whoring. It's a package you can't reject. Session ended, lass A sent us all home. Thank you lass, my love for you has officially increase by 5cm.

Lass F (fikry).

Yes. Rambut penyek. Semua salah helmet dia. LMAO.
note to self : get a haircut.

Lass W (wan slash farha), Lass F (fiezah)

Lad B (bedal). oh, real name : Hazwan.

Moi and Lass A (aina).
Daiyumn girl. You've gotten fairer now that you're staying in Kingston. I'm threatened. Brrr.

Lad B and I. (and my yellow bag. pfft)

Nice smile, nice abs. Girls?
My coach even came out with a fact that he was the only lad in team who could wear a bra. I mean, see those abs. Man.

Lass A got hyper and F got doozy? :p

Class of 3 Berlian'03, SMK Convent Kajang. :)

I found this in lass A's room. Part of a drawing I did for her Art class's assesment in 2003. Aww.

Spot the fly-shit chick with fake round eyes. :p

A retard. I'm aware.

Chipsmore.

Hypnotized?

Spot the pig's nose. Bahaha.

Lass F and Lass W.

Couldn't get enough of love.

No no. I AM tall -er than they are. :p

Failed sexy pose attempt.

BFF :)
(MIA : Nik, Zati, Miera, Falihin, Darma)

Three quarter.

Reeled me in almost too early. Bad enough that I have a hideous posture caused by wrong sleeping posture, 'tard of difficulties in sleeping slash insomnia made them shoulders of mine strained. Learned that cells shared the same characteristics as I. Hydrophobic. No. I kid, I kid. I am NOT hydrophobic.

Nose flaring moments and audible heart palpitations to accompany my Tuesday. Original plan of hanging out with le lad was canceled and was turned into a course mates slash future accountants day out instead. Decided to take mind off a couple things and tagged along lesbian partner and classmates. Sg Wang was picked as place of leisure activity of the day.
Reached around 2.30pm, met lass I at the train station, hugs and kisses were exchanged, hopped off to Sg Wang to meet the other two lass M and lass C. And again, hugs and kisses were exchanged. It's what girls do. What can I do? Moving on, agreed by board of comittee and Teppanyaki was chosen as lunch spot of the day. One chicken teppanyaki, one beef teppanyaki and two cuttle fish teppanyaki. All good baby. All good.
Meal was had, gossips were updated, next thing we know, splurging process has already begun. Lasses couldn't hold on tight to dearest purses any longer and lass I was the winner of lass with most splurges for the day. And I myself had a few pleasure purchases of cheap boxed shirts with yellow sling bad. (Yay. I've got my bag and it's yellow. *Yellow banana dance*). An awkward situation occured while lasses and I were shopping. The sales girls made confuse faces to lass I and I, each time we stepped in into the store. 'You oh-rang cina ke malayu?' 'You macham cina tapi chakap malayu. Saya chakap cina sama you, you oh oh oh. Tapi you fah-ham ke saya charkap apa?.' Explainations of true identity were then revealed, 'ohh. I see I see.' Ili baby, let's play role play and be jinjangs next time! LMAO.
And oh, met pet sister A for a short while. And cam whored a little before she went back home and before god knows how long untill we meet again. Rollerblading was canceled again due to time issue. However, it was sort of replaced with a self-help photography session instead. The pictures turned out great and plates of laughters were served everytime the pictures were reviewed. And stomache crams from overdose laughing is so not fun I tell you. But it was worth it for once. Laughlines! No?
A quarter pass 7, farewells were bid and we were on our way back home. Wal-lah!

Sis Azmira :)

Handsome eyh? *wink

Snap.
Moi, Lass C (caca), Lass I (ili), Lass M (maya)

I reckon the cars are gonna go slow now everytime we cross the road now that lass I owns a yellow skinny she longed for long. :p
Camera man in action.

First attempt with flash lights i suppose.

Yeah. Accountants on crack I call it.

I thought it was free style but I got conned and was left without the peace.

Lose the pouts? Na-ah.

Lass M was on an attempt of arm flexibility proving I believe.

Failed attempt. Pictures were side cropped. Ngeh.

Melodramatic slash drama queens.

And I finally began to make peace.

Monkey wannabees? You can say so.

Darn you lass M and C. We're civilized people with deodorants okay?
As quoted by Lass I 'It's all about Adlynn'

Lass M's head got chopped.

And now, she got hyper and couldn't stay still.

And then it was lass C's turn. Lass I and I were the only behaved patience ones. Heh.And finally. (ps, Lass M, I won't charge you for sexual harassment. Don't worry.)
And oh. I so need to get a haircut. Long grown fringe is making me messier than messy.

Side note : Mother dearest, no scale can measure your perfect-ness. None.