Thursday, March 29, 2012 @ 11:00 PM
Anyway, I got too addicted to the movie so I went about sourcing for pictures related to The Hunger Games. Now, I shall let them do the talking. Enjoy! :)
If you haven't watched the movie, GO AND WATCH IT NOW. And then watch it a million times after that. :D Yes, it's THAT good. Oh, about that Mockingjay necklace/pin... I'd like that for my 17th birthday present. Very much indeed, actually. I'll love you forever if you gave me one, that's for sure.
So, I'll be expecting the gift in a week, okay? LOL.
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Whisk me away
Saturday, March 24, 2012 @ 8:18 PM
Maybe it's time for me to switch to some other tuition. Scumbag teacher. -_- WHO HAS AN AWESOME MANDARIN TUITION? Please, I need one badly. I don't wanna get a D for Mandarin. D: Worst nightmare ever.
Okay, moving on. Last Wednesday, two monkeys creeped into my house without me knowing. It was freaking scary! They jumped around and ate all my flowers. Snoopy barked wildly when he saw them. They messed up my whole house and wrecked all the couches, OMG. They're all torn and tattered. Now, we have to sit on the floor when we watch TV. So sad. :( I couldn't stand those monkeys scrambling onto my head so I shot both of them dead. Thank God I was smart enough to take pictures before they bled to death, yay! Take a look. :D
Just kidding, there weren't any monkeys. Haha, Ru Min. So funny. -_- I mean, even if there were, why would they wanna crash into a little shack of a house of mine? So many ginormous bungalows around, go crash theirs instead lah. More couches to wreck, LOL. Okay, I digress. Kaveeta and Jia-Yun are my FIRST TWO friends from Sri KL to come to my house. Yaaay. *applauds sarcastically* But they're self-invited, okay. :P They needed to make a video for some project and apparently, they wanted me to be inside...?
HAHAHAHA. OKAY, THEN. LET'S GET STARTED.
I was doing my homework while they filmed the parts that didn't involve me. Jia-Yun's really good at placing the cameras at different angles so that the videos contain views from different perspectives. Okay, I don't know what I'm talking about. NVM. After filming at my house, they wanted a different background scene so we went to the nearby club.
Our stomachs started rumbling so we had lunch first at the club. The food was quite delicious. Not bad for a club whey. :) Pictures below.
Finally, our meals arrived. They looked mouthwatering! :D...
Dude, please, control yourself. Wipe off that drool, hahaha.
After devouring our food like a pack of hungry wolves, we set up the cameras again in the cafe because the lighting there was good. MANA TAU, MALANG TIDAK BERBAU. Three nosy women came and asked us what we were filming for. "A school project," we lied. They stared at us for a moment until one of them scumbags said, "You can only film here, okay? No going around and filming other parts of the club. You need a permission slip, you know." With that said, they strutted off, feeling proud of their authority.
LMAO, I bet they're not even involved in the management but they're just trying to bully three innocent school kids, hah! Hilarious. Anyway, Kaveeta left for Jia-Yun's auntie's house so I just tagged along before going off to my ballet class.
Well, that's all for last Wednesday's happenings. BTW, Jia-Yun's done with the editing and I've watched some of our videos! :D I realised I'm like some retarded person in the video, LOL. Kinda embarrassing but it's okay, I had fun acting. :) The videos lack background music and special effects, though. Not enough oomph. Anyway, I might update this post again with the videos (if Jia-Yun lets me because they're unlisted on YouTube) so stay tuned. :B
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012 @ 9:21 PM
They said I don't understand, I don't know anything. I think I know more things than they think I know. They said I was young, a body of an adult's but a mind of a child. I don't blame them for not being able to understand me. But they didn't even try. They don't respect me. None of my decisions matter to them. Whatever I do, they don't approve. Even if I do it according to their will, there's always something to complain about. About me not doing it well, not doing it right, not doing it for myself.
They said I always aim for self-destruction. Me, being rebellious because I was still so naïve. So young and clueless about the world. I may not have their experiences but I think I possess some of my own. They said I was a high achiever but not for myself. For them, they said. I admit I always strive for perfection but I do it because I want to get it right the first time. I never do it for anyone else except for myself and God. The times when I really feel like giving up all my effort is because of them. Why can't they just leave me alone?
They sniggered at my words. Whatever I say rang hilarity in their ears. I never said it, but it hurt. It hurt not because I felt humiliated but because the people whom I love the most don't even trust my words, let alone listen to what I have to say. When will they ever realise that I'm not a doll but a human being just like everyone else? I'm not good at expressing myself but it doesn't mean that I don't have any feelings. I always appear strong but everyone has a limit. But the minute something inside me gives way, they saw it as an opportunity to unleash their biggest threat. No, they don't give me words of comfort but words dripping with sarcasm - they stung like bullets through me.
Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity. - 1 Timothy 4 : 12
They said I was defensive. Stubborn. Mindless. Ignorant. I tried telling them about the story of Timothy in the bible. They scoffed and said I was clever with my words. Twisting the story to my own advantage. Those are words of the bible; I just repeated the exact story. What is the point of me lying, really? I wish they'd listen more. Listen to what I have to say, just for a minute, spare me. But I know that's one wish that'll never happen.
They said I was pitying myself. Crying just to console myself. It's rare that I shed tears because of my overpowering will of self-control. But when I do, I don't do it for self-pity. Sure, I was deprived of so many chances, but why should I even pity myself? There are people who are less fortunate than me, I'm aware of that. And oh, the irony when they try to console me after saying that. It's like murdering someone and then trying to save them from death. That's their way to silence me, to rob away my only escape when I'm already feeling helpless. Desperate, but it works.
One word, repeated past a million times.
Why?
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Monday, March 12, 2012 @ 12:07 PM
Actually, I didn't know how to braid my hair when I was younger, LOL. I had super short hair before I took up ballet and people called me "Helmet Head", especially my brother. Anyway, I always watched my grandma braid my sister's hair - French, double French, English, etc. I begged her to braid my hair but for some unknown reasons, she didn't want to, which was kinda annoying and unfair in a way.
I did. And I succeeded. French was a bit of a challenge for me at first, but then it ended up being the easiest braid I'd ever tie, really. Dutch-French is even harder, I tell ya. If you didn't know, my hair now is like... Niagara Falls but ebony black in colour. Not really Rapunzel's - hers is really long and blonde. So nice, I want, haha. The braids you'll be seeing later was done like a long time ago in February around CNY period. Too busy to upload them that time. Anyway, be prepared. Some pictures are fairly vain. FAIRLY. Oh, the colours have also been edited using my sister's iPod Touch so that you can see the details of the braid (LOL, sounds so serious). And to all guys, seriously, you can skip this post if you want.
Now, the first one is actually French but the sides of the braid are really fine, not in thick bunches. IDK how to explain lah. This braid is specially for Amanda. She wanted to see the difference between this braid and a normal French braid.
Okay, the next one is also a French braid but at the side. Easy peasy. :)
I've just learnt the next braid recently when I watched a video on MAINE'S BLOG. It's called a rope braid. I think it's awesome and so easy to tie! You
On a side note, I've just checked out Maine's blog again. She's also been doing some braiding herself but on someone else's head! :D OMAGAD. Check out THIS post of hers. Her waterfall braids look so awesome! I haven't mastered that art yet, LOL. Mine always ends up being messy, darn.
Anyway, back to roping.
What? Expecting for more? NNNNNO. I tied a fishtail one day but I was too lazy to take a picture of it. Sister went back to Land of Oz = NO MORE IPOD TOUCH TO TAKE MAH BRAIDS. :( Fishtails are really tedious, BTW. That's all with my braids. Shall master waterfall first then blog another time, haha. Oh, if one fine day, I decide to die my hair some shade of turquoise/teal, the first hairdo I'd try is this :
Alright, enough of this obsession or else all my guy friends will start hating me now, LMAO. Before I leave, today is Owlie's birthday. AND I WAS THE FIRST TO WISH HER. SEVEN MINUTES BEFORE 12AM. REMEMBER THAT, YOU OWL. Happy sweet sixteen again for the third time. :D Lazy to type a long wish for you lah, dumb dumb; I bet you're checking out your booming notifications on Facebook rather than my blog, right? Don't 假假, LOL. A year older, a year wiser. So, be wise and whatever you do, trust God! Never lose faith in Him.
No need to cry lah, okay? I'm equally touched by my own words. :') HAHAHAHA.
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