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Month: December, 2010

Mexico

Her hands stiffened as she continued sketching her building design, nuance that of mountains. While listening to Led Zeppelin, she felt she was transported into a Mexican desert surrounded by yuccas and ripples of heat. Though she has never been to a Mexican desert before. A pencil in her hand, eraser debris, staring at her design, while Zeppelin hummed/strummed in her ear, she was pretty damn sure, this is what a Mexican desert would feel like.

Never Give All the Heart

WB Yeats

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy.  Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

PDBILWSE

She ripped a page out of my journal and made a song out of it. Sigh.

Realizing

the age of which im currently at has been by far the most emotionally rendering, most unstable, most surprizing. its taking a lot of will power to cope and deal with either really stupid and petty things, or major first time situations which i do not have any precedence of. a lot of swerves. a lot of patience. a lot of backing down. turning away. a lot of lowering my head and saying ‘MOTHER FUC…’ under my breath, then lifting it and vacantly staring at the subject of which has been the catalyst of such profane sentence.

i dont want all of this at the moment. it can also be repharsed as, ‘ i dont want to grow up.’ or it could also read, ‘ i dont want these responsibilities.’ or, ‘ back the fuck off, let me do this my way.’ or, ‘im hungry, i need to get the fuck out of here.’

and many many other interpretations.

and i know, none of this will be over anytime soon.

Help me : * (

She Did Not Get Engaged to Taufiq Azmi

She got engaged to Azrul. Her names Izzati. She’s partial Pakistani. The photos were taken by Taufiq Azmi. Real pretty stuff he’s churning out of his camera no?  : )

Scarves <3

Ever since I could remember, I have always had an affinity with scarves. I love them to death. They complete my confidence, not just what I wear. Despite the astounding belief from god-knows-where, that scarves are for old wrinkly people, flight attendants, etc etc I would like to differ in a hundred and one ways by sharing these beautifully choreographed photos by Hermes a while back.

Okay, yeah so its an ad campaign and it looks pretty and perfect. Application to real life situations? It definitely is not impossible : ) I wouldn’t say so if it weren’t so.

I was lucky enough to be invited to a private soiree (thank you TiC !) in Pavilion at the Hermes Boutique where they launched their latest scarf campaign, Jaime Mon Carre.

And this is where I learned to do this and this and this (refer to pictures below), though my technique has yet to be perfected! I definitely dont see any grannies winging this look anywhere anytime soon!


and I’ve a few surprises coming up in my next post soonish : )

so yeah.

How It Began

In the end she opted to wear a loose t shirt, bleached jeans and a jacket. her heart felt like rabbits were parading all over it. but her face was cool as ever as she dialed his number. he was late. when she actually wanted to be the one that was late, so she could check out the prey/predator. whichever he turns out to be, she has yet to determine.

“are you a wine and dine sorta person, or a mamak person?’ he texted beforehand.

“fortunately for you i’m both : ),” she replied.

he suggested somewhere safe, somewhere comfortable, somewhere grey, coffee bean.

and they met.

and immediately she knew.

she was  prey.

THE END.

Bestfriend Theory

I have a theory. You are only truly bestfriends when you walk out of your bestfriends room sans a brassiere the next morning only too realize that you’ve left it there a month later. And she keeps it for you anyway without thinking twice.

Either that, or you’re just the boyfriend.

For You, Who I Never Thought Would Happen

I dont generally enjoy mainstream songs, take them to heart, let alone share. But this particular song struck so many chords that I had to listen to it over and over again. Simple words, but when you can relate to that, that’s what makes it very magical : )

Good grief, he turned me into a sentimental fuck.