December 2009
1 post
the formula of 2010.
Every year has a formula. It begins, as most have led themselves into thinking, with a clean slate. Because humans tend to imbued into themselves the alarmingly ludicrous idea that any form of negativity will dissipate and be gone over time, as long as you ignore it long enough, the knowledge that a new year is looming ahead is always thought to be a fantastic occurrence. And because I stoically...
November 2009
1 post
how i met neil gaiman.
There are few things in life I value and prioritize with a level of loyalty that borders on sinister: self-discovery, music and books. Somehow, through realizing my often overwhelming love for each of these entities, they manage to easily spill over their dividing fences and merge into a glorious mutant form of thing I like to dub life itself. Music and fiction often lead to my reflective side...
September 2009
10 posts
lucky.
I’m lucky. My mini-explosions of epiphanies come in the form of cabbies.
In my line of work (I’ve always wanted to say that), I meet a multitude of people. Candidates for interviews make up the bulk of it – and the range extends from industry veterans, to scholars, to fresh faces in a company, to trainers and the trainees under them. Because of this, most of the people I come into contact with...
pscyhe & trickery.
I am greater than my acumen to this life
than that of you, and
all your smudging opuses.
You write about death,
as if you’ve gone for a trial session,
came back with the rotting flies dead,
and a swat stick in your right hand;
That smugness, the one resultant of debunking
a myth, is perennial with proclamations -
“It’s true; the gods are medieval.” –
or something along the lines of...
high-flyer.
(This was written in 2008 during my school internship).
I think that most of the world has become jaded by the thought of “career” and “happiness” coexisting in harmony. The few who haven’t been inhaling the toxic fumes of cynicism, however, are either stuck with low-end jobs or scouring the streets for their calling to help them out from between the rock and the hard place. When you give it a...
intelligence.
Fuck you. Fuck you to the nth degree.
getting lucky.
A part of me knows very well that I’m setting myself up for disappointment. Massive disappointment. The kind of paramount disappointment that’s indescribable and so disheartening, you’ll feel more content with repeatedly slamming an iron-imbued door while your bloodied fingers rest on the doorframe. Essentially, the Sultan of all forms of regret.
But the other part – and I’m well-aware of its...
D:
Nabilah: i'm cold. warm me up.
Raihan: you should get someone to fart in your face
or body
or whichever
that didnt make sense
Nabilah: omg
i just made an overly exaggerated face at the comp screen
Raihan: WOW
like a smile?
Nabilah: no
like a grimace
of a dog
a bloodhound
whose front right paw has been punctured by a piece of glass
from the shattered bottle of the resident drunk
like THAT.
August 2009
18 posts
i am a synonym-function addict.
Two weeks is a short time to learn about potential and the likes of it, but that was what I managed to do.
I’m not saying I’m all that quick on the uptake. While lack of astuteness would suggest that it takes a lifetime to be fully aware of what disposition you’ve been prearranged to have, I like to think that there are seemingly random moments when everything is crystal clear. And you can...
freeing the guinea pigs.
There ought to be viable career paths already forged for people like me.
In the most dismal cases, I would be considered a wordsmith – someone who dabbles with ill-formed ideas and attempts to pursue them through half-hearted/brash arrangements of words and letters. Text that is theoretical at best. I’m the kind to talk-the-talk-and-will-probably-never-walk. Not unless, of course, I self-impose a...
soundwave10.
I’m so excited for their new album. More than anyone I know, really. Except the few on INO.
Crazy how a lot has changed in two years, including my friends and family and relationships with them, and yet this band stays the same - but they’ve evolved even more than my life has.
It blows my mindhooooole.
Can’t wait for Brisbane. Can’t wait to actually see them in the flesh...
101.
I try to make myself feel sorry that I’m not enough for you, but I really don’t give a shit, and that’s what’s worrying me.
break my leg.
The more I talk about it, the more I feel like I’m jinxing it. But for the past half a day, I’ve been checking flight details, counting my expenses and seeing how much I need to FUCKING FLY TO BRISBANE TO WATCH MYCHEM LIVE AT SOUNDWAVE. And I’m not just saying it this time. If all goes well, Trace & I will head there next February (she has a cousin in Brisbane) and catch not...
red/blue.
Well, let’s go back to the middle of the day that starts it all. I can’t begin to let you know just what I’m feeling.
ADSFASDF
I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE HE SAID THAT. It’s been 3 angsty tumblr posts and still it’s not out of my system. UGH. JERK.
And often, upon sitting on the white pockets of sunglow, the wanderers would find something to talk about. I’m playing with my vocal chords like they deserve callous treatment of fork against black flesh. There isn’t much to do; but to tell yourself that some things will grow, while others tend to shrivel, and the ones that remain the same are not worthy of your time. So when you’ve told yourself...
Great new interview with Evanna Lynch! →
fuckyeahevanna:
(via bewitchthemind)
!
I almost can’t stand it anymore. It boggles my mind the way some people think. As if you need to lack personal emotions to be useful to other people. I’m not a bloody puppet. I don’t need to be useful to you, I have my own life to live damn it.
And if being a good person equates to fussing over you and being all, OHHH, you’re so spectacular and fucking wonderful, then you...
f.u.
This is the funny part right here: how some people seem to be of the opinion that I owe them a living. If I let them down, if somehow, somewhere along the way, I straggle instead of walk along their pristine, makeshift paths towards their happiness and their satisfaction, then I’ve failed them. So apparently, I’ve failed at life itself. And bad days, bad weeks, or months or a bad year...
Voldemort: Let me tell you something about...
lemonsherbets:
xoxob:
michellemelon:
fuckyeahvoldemort:
everydayimhustlin:
fleshandbone:
Mean Girls will never, ever get old.
Harry Potter version.
TRUE STORY
SNAPE: Yeah, and then Dumbledore came up and started talking about crack or something.
silver platter.
I wonder how disappointing it must be to live life expecting things to drop on your lap or handed to you thinking you don’t need to put in that much effort. It must be a different kind of reality check when you find out the world isn’t as lucky as you are.
NEW SONGS.
OHMAIGAWDOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!! THE NEW SONGS. ARE. SO. AMAZING. I’m literally spazzing nao. The new direction is like, SO OLD SCHOOL. DEATH BEFORE DISCO IS SO….AHHHHH!
Sorry I sound like a fangirl on meth. :D I can’t help it.
I can seriously cry right now. I’m ecstatic. I’m having a fever and flu but I feel FANTASTIC. Gosh mychem, why is it that you never fail to...
July 2009
31 posts
jkr.
Dear Jo, You’re my hero. I will definitely bring you tons of Coke zero. Happy 44th birthday. Please get a twitter. Thanks. …I love you. /creepy fangirl
“If you think I’m going to let six people risk their lives - !” “ – because...”
– Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (via omgharrypotter)
SDCC!
If you haven’t been following me on Twitter, you wouldn’t know the spazziness I’ve been experiencing because of the San Diego Comic Con. I swear, everyone in my Twitter-following list headed to the Con. Natalie Tran (Community Channel) did a cute little vlog cause she was flown there by the media from Australia and she was tripping out after meeting the Battlestar Galactica...
“Look.. at.. me…” he whispered. The green eyes found the black, but after a...”
– Severus Snape (via omgharrypotter)
hurm.
There’re the moments when (I) drudgery is
almost welcome,
embraced like an old friend, like tempting
a breeze in parched landscapes.
It would, surely, be the end of
these cyclical dramatics? Surely,
something is bound to even out, or
(II) when the merriment of calm
is The Last Thing we need
– to leave the eye of storms, and head back
to the whirring, painful, broken avenues;
our heads bereft of...
roonil wazlib: a half-blood prince review.
You would think that six films in, the better part of the fandom – myself included – would have learnt to completely separate the epic, genius literature of Harry Potter from the films produced. Unfortunately, and it may be due to some irreversible default setting that no one can fully explain, we haven’t - not entirely anyway. I am learning, though, and I assure you this review won’t be one...
the confession thread, INO style.
I confess. I’m feeling really alone recently. I’m doubting my friendships. I don’t know what I ‘saw’ in them, in the first place, to be honest. But the funny thing is, I don’t really mind. Which would make me sound like a total douchebag but nobody reads this blog anyway. xD
“What are you doing with all those books anyway?” Ron asked. “Just trying to...”
– Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (via omgharrypotter)
“Of course, any time the family produced someone halfway decent they were...”
– Sirius Black (via omgharrypotter)
:D
It’s my first day of work tomorrow. DLkjasd;kloixcvk ;aj;lksd;aksdjf
WISH ME GOOD FUCKING LUCK.
