--silver bells, and open fire, and songs we used to sing.

Christmas pictures!


You can see my highlights here! I was praying (yeah, right, pssh);

"Dear Ellen, thank you for letting all these amazing boys come to my grandma's house and save me from boredom." Hah.

Tze Hooi, me.

Ladies; take one.

Take two.

The boy husband (the sexiest one in the universe) who charmed the pants off everyone. :)

-

Thank you guys for coming, you made my Christmas.

-

Hm, Randy's brother got so drunk, it was hilarious, and insane.

My mom was blind to all the alcohol going around, but whatever. :)

well, then.

It's not the end of the world,
It's not even over, but it will be soon,
I never learn my lesson,
I just change my tune.
And no one seems to notice,
But you will, you will.

It's no big deal,
But the last thing I think of when I close my eyes,
And the first thing on my mind when I rise,
Is that day when you're not really in my life.

You can try and you won't find it where you're looking,
You can't hold it till it's putty in your hands,
And you can't break a heart that wasn't even yours to break,
You could never be there for me in the end;
I will do the right thing
I will.

You're not fooling me,
I'm not the sort of girl who can't see reason,
But it's nothing that a little bit of time won't heal,
I know it don't come easy,
But I love you,
I do.

And coming clean means never closing curtains,
I just change my scene,
Oh but you'll know what I mean,
And I will learn throughout my life to never lean on what will bend.

I can try and I won't find it where I'm looking,
I can't hold it 'til it's putty in my hands,
You can't break a heart that wasn't even yours to break,
You could never be there for me in the end,
And I will do the right thing,
I will.

I don't think you ever learned a thing from me,
But I'm sure that you want me to learn from you,
And you've drawn heavy handed lines around morality,
About yourself and I don't share your point of view,
It's been time to let you go a thousand times,
To never know that it hurts to be the one that you'd regret.

I have to say that I am proud to know you
And I'll never be the same because we met
You might not miss this
But I will,
I will.

---

Meh, I know it's Christmas and I'm supposed to be listening to Christmas music, but this song is amazing.

Not to mention that my (see the my?) Brandi is ubercute here. Yes, click to listen to the song with the lyrics above. :)

---

Anyway, merry Christmas from the Fernandez clan.

Shanna's making it very special for me (if you're reading this, texting you made my day). :)

and Mel?

I think I might like you forever. (:

Heh.

---

Right, I'm off for Christmas dinner.

Husband's coming over to meet the family. 0.o

*dies*

--if men are from mars, why can't we send them back?

Wrote a note and you sent it through your best friend,
It was cute; couldn't give it me in person,
Asked me if I would go with you to Canters,
I said yes though it wasn't to my standards.


And though,
You're talking to me softly,
Can't know,
Tomorrow you will call me,
And just in case you leave me after all,
I'll be saying...

I want you now, I won't recover,
If you're untrue, I will remember,
It's you I gave all of myself,
Nobody else.


Later on we were talking and you charmed me,
Sign me up, I'm enlisting in your army,
Swept me off my eyes and undercovers,
Close to you and I didn't want another.


And so to ensure your behavior,
You're gonna have to sign a waiver,
So since all my doubt has gone away,
I won't now or ever will be saying...


I want you now, I won't recover,
If you're untrue, I will remember,
It's you I gave all of myself,
Nobody else.


Me, KittyKat, half of Darren. :)


Bianca and I. I think my fingers grew or something?
---
Oh, and read the lyrics above. It's so what's going on right now.

"And to ensure your behavior,
You're gonna have to sign a waiver..."

---
And Merry Christmas, everyone. :) More later.

--i used to be indecisive; now I'm not sure.

Dumbfuck took this shot; I was thinking of J. Co. :)

Christmas is coming.

That's actually all I can think of to say.

I'm still in love, but whatever. :)

Brittany Murphy is dead, goddammit - I liked her.

She kicked major ass in 8 Mile and Girl, Interrupted.

And I cried watching Little Black Book, not to mention I loved The Ramen Girl.

Okay, so here're the people who died this year that I'm sad about;

Giselle Salandy, Yasmin Ahmad, Brittany Murphy, and not so much Michael Jackson.

More soon, then. :)

love.

--workitmovethatbitchcrazy.

Betchh; me. :)
I don't look like me at all, and I have a blister.
Betchh was cute, though, and a great fellow MC.
Yeah, I had fun.
---

Anyway. Other updates are...

I cut my hair really short for me.

And I got red highlights.

No, I don't look like a dyke.

Also, contrary to popular belief, I haven't finished my Christmas shopping yet.

And I've all but completely stopped going to church.

HALLELUJAH.

Uh... that's it. Pictures of new hair to come.

Wait, wait.

I took Bianca to Sunway on Wednesday, with Darren, Katrina and Darren.

And I ordered a Bahama Mama, and I didn't get carded (that's alcoholic).

Later on, we got free soup and free dessert.

Also, after lunch, the waiter wrote a message on our receipt.

"Thank you for coming, please come again." with a smiley face, and he circled his name.

The boys didn't stop teasing me about it, and Darren took it to scan it.

---

--you should stay the night.

Better than stupiduglypaledisgustingperverted Edward Cullen.

Better than boringweird Harry Potter.

Better than your usual, blah, whatever chivalrous hero (I don't really give a shit).

I bet you're wondering who Steph is blathering on and on about, huh?

Well.

I've fallen in love, people.

Yes, again with a fictional character.

This time, it's Kaisa, the King's Hunter, from Ash by Malinda Lo.

Mmmmm. *closes eyes, visualizes*

"Black hair and brown-flecked green eyes."

*insert dead, happy Stephanie here*

Anyway, I think Kaisa's a major cutie -- who tells their dream girl their favorite fairytale during the first meeting ever?

Adorable.

Epic.

Oh, oh, andandand...!

Kaisa said this to Ash (Aisling, the protagonist);

"Truly, I won't let any harm come to you."

I read that line.

And I fucking melted.

Need I say more?

I think not.

Yeah, see, Hernandez?

You have so much to learn, from a fictional character.

Nah, you're perfect sickening the way you are. :)

All loud and weird and non-English-speaking.

Heh.

Oh, and before I forget?

I'm currently listening to We Might Fall - Ryan Star (which is super romantic and really sets the mood for the book).

...

Again?

"Truly, I won't let any harm come to you."

*squeals, dies*

Okay, I'm done.

:)

--pwaaaaah, epic.

This is the absolute fucking cutest thing.

EVER.

And if you disagree with me, I will poke you in the eye.

I love Brandi. Marry me, woman. :)

hello world, hope you're listening

"Tell me why I feel so bad, honey,

TV's flat and nothing is funny,

I get sad and stuck in a cone of silence."

...

Four years.

It's a bloody long time to stick with something. I haven't stuck with something that long unless I was pushed to do so (school). Hell, I'm not one to stick around, for things or for people.

If only, right now, it could be that easy.

-

I've exhaled, stared at the words I've just typed out and run a hand through my hair. Right now, I'm sitting here, in my French football jersey, mourning.

You sweet, funny, adorkable, talented, gorgeous woman. You obviously have no idea how much I'm going to miss you, and maybe it's better off that way, because if you see how much pain you're causing me (and most of your other fans), you'd be inclined to come back and play another round and make us cry again when you retire...

...but I digress.

-

Hell, I knew this would happen. I knew, one day, you'd retire, hang up your Reeboks and Head racquet, get on that Harley and ride off into the sunset to go surfing.

Still.

I thought I'd be prepared. Last week, when I read that you'd speak on Thursday, I thought I was prepared. Even so, I prayed.

Yes, Steph, the atheist who can't be bothered to give a fuck about god and all that is holy, got down on her knees at church and prayed. What I prayed for, you'll never guess.

I prayed not for you to not retire, because like I said, I knew it would be inevitable, but that you'd be at peace with yourself when you made this decision. I prayed that you'd think it through before you went through with it.

I prayed for your happiness.

-

Granted, I didn't cry while reading the first two articles about you and the r-word.

Then, I came across this one that said something along the lines of "...she burst into tears..." and I couldn't help myself, the waterworks started.

I know, I know, I pride myself on having the heart of stone, but still.

You've pretty much been my life for four years. It stings, no?

Stings to see you cry like that, and realize how much it meant to you. Also to know that I couldn't have done anything about it.

But I'm talking too much shit here.

-

Somehow, even though I knew I might never hear about you again (I keep thinking back to that tennis player who left a successful tennis career to become a nun), I felt happy (only slightly, but still), knowing that you knew what you wanted to do.

So with that, Amelie Simone Mauresmo, I wish you all the very best.

I'm proud to have been in your corner for four years, through good and bad. Thank you, for being such a graceful person, both on-court and off.

...

"Shut it out,

I've got no claim on you now,

Not allowed to wear your freedom down"

---

How I want to remember you:

In my eyes, you will do no wrong. ♥

--that girl.

I just felt like posting this, so bear with me.

---

Of course, how could I forget that day in form one? It'll stick with me forever.

The blazing heat.

The book I'd read about a million times, tucked under my arm.

The stupid songs that the teachers taught us in an effort to boost our self-esteem.

And to top it off, I practically knew nobody there. Well, nobody that I might make an effort to talk to. They all looked boring, anyway.

So yeah, there I was, escaping into my book, that'd probably seen better days. I probably had my nose in it when they herded us into the hall like a bunch of cows (and with that big backoff that Nadia has had, who wouldn't think so?

Anyway, we got into the hall, safe and sound, without any fistfights breaking out between the Mat Rempits and the um, Cheenabengsengs, or the usual, scary-looking Indian boys.

Yeah, so, I sat down and pretended to listen to the teacher for a while, when in actual fact, I was completely spacing out. And someone can attest to this, because, before long, I looked up, ADD kicking in.

And right there, was this girl, who was wearing a hairnet and holding the same fucking book as I was. How the hell could I have missed that?!

She smiled. "Good book, eh?"

And the rest, as they say, is history. But not, like the stupid boring awesome one you read in the textbooks. This is brilliant stuff. :)

---

Thank you, Meg Cabot.

Seriously? Nobody else.

Not even Jillian Michaels.

:)

---

Currently listening to: Jen Foster - Web of Roses.

--why did the chicken cross the road?

Steph: Shanna and I were THIS close to finally getting it together and now we're interrupted by a fucking CHICKEN?! Motherfucker.

Shanna: It had some important decisions to make, so it ran away.

Nick: Its one true love was on the other side. What else could it do?

Naz: Its boyfriend didn’t like fat chicks, so it wanted to get some exercise.

Lionel: Shanna was on the other side of the road... naked... *passes out*

Jaden: I miss that chicken already... *sniff*

Shanna's mom: Young chickens shouldn’t cross the road all by themselves. What would people think?

Annika: It returned to the dark side, where it belonged.

Melissa H.: Little does it know what awaits it on the other side... *looks scary*

Eva: Come here, little chicken... that’s it, just a little closer... *chomping sounds* I love feathers.

*shakes head*

Bodoh punya orang. :)

--mental instability.

[x] You have screamed at an inanimate object for 'hurting you.'
[ ] You have ran into a glass/screen door.
[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.
[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks.
[ ] You have run into a tree/bush.
[x] You have been called a blond.
TOTAL: 4

[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.
[ ] You just tried to lick your elbow.
[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star had the same melody.
[ ] You just sang them to make sure.
[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.
[x] You have choked on your own spit.
TOTAL: 6

[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it.
[ ] You type with three fingers or less.
[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire. (It was my fucking thumbnail, okay!)
[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose.
[x] You have caught yourself drooling.
TOTAL: 8

[x] You have fallen asleep in class.
[x] Sometimes you just can't stop thinking.
[x] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you are talking about.
[x] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.
[x] You are often told to use your 'inside voice.'
TOTAL: 13

[x] You use your fingers to do simple math.
[ ] You have eaten a bug accidentally.
[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.
[ ] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.
[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time. e.g. picks, cards, pens, phones, money, keys etc.
TOTAL: 16

[ ] You have posted bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen if you don't. [x] You break a lot of things.
[x] You tilt your head when you're confused.
[x] You have fallen out of your chair before.
[x] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.
[x] The word "um" is used frequently.
[ ] You don't know what "um" means.
[x] You say "what" and "huh" a lot.
[x] You plan to use a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin.
TOTAL: 23

Take your total, Multiply by 4.

Stephanie-Jo Fernandez - 92% mentally unstable and fucking loving it.

--tattoos are sexy. :)

“I wanna see you.”
“Okay. Is something wrong?”
“No. No, not at all. Can’t I spend time with my girl?”
“Hmm, lemme think about it.”
“Fernandez...”
“Hmm, thinking here.”
“Yeah, yeah, makin’ me work for it, right.”
“Work for what? What did you have in mind?”
“I want to be with you you.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm. You got me from zero to sixty here, the way you said that.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I really wanna be with you too.”
“Hmm. I’m almost hoping my four o’ clock won’t show, even though he tends to give crazy tips.”
“Wow. You could get that changed into ones and we could run around in it.”
“Could. Or...”
“Or what?”
“Or... we could make margaritas.”
---

“Aww! Hahaaa! You like that, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
“Oh, Hernandez, you need to stop with the fuck yeahs right now, or I’ll never make it there in one piece.”
“Oh. So when I say... ‘fuck yeah,’ it does something for you?”
“You know it does.”

“I like the idea of doing something to you.”

---

“You were really cool today.”

“I’d like to think I’m really cool every day. Seriously, how did you expect me to be?”
“I expected you to be exactly how you were.”
“You amaze me.”
“I love you.”
“Me too. I want you.”

“Exactly.”
“I’m all yours. Yours.”
“Are you?”

“As long as you want me. All yours.”
“Then I want.”

---

“Oh my god, you’re blushing.”
“Fuck off.”

“Here?”
“Shut up.”
“Oh my god, Fernandez. You have no clue how fucking adorable you are.”
“Oh, shut up."
“If you insist.”

---

Quote what The Hernandez was thinking on the 20th of last month: "What is it? Does she want to be my girlfriend? God, honey, you can be my girlfriend. I'm only holding back for you."

So fucking cute, right?

--plan not to procrastinate, tomorrow.

On this day of giving thanks, I’m grateful for the carrot-cake with cream-cheese topping my mom is baking. And yeah, whatever, I’m extremely thankful for having a roof over my head and food on the table to eat – okay, fine, that’s wonderful and awesome and everything. Still, there’s the one person, who always makes me smile whether or not she’s doing something incredibly awkward, like leaping around in a leotard, or sobbing greatly after winning her first title in a century – Amelie Simone Mauresmo.

Amelie, with your beautiful green eyes and endless legs and toned derrier (I can speak French too) and your sexy abs that I really want to lick whipped-cream off, someday, woman, I am so thankful for you. I’ll even forget that you have terrible taste in women, and that you don’t get angry (angry = hot) nearly enough times on-court – which is actually kinda sweet and considerate of you. I would never behave like Penetta and Hingis did towards you and I’d be your own Mirka, except without the fat or the diva-ness.

Honestly, I will treat you like the bronzed Goddess you are and pour you glasses of red wine while you’re meeting my big-ass Indian family – you’ll need it. Because you came out at such a young age and eventually became close to your parents again while maintaining a reputation as one of the nicest, hottest players on the WTA, you make all your fans proud. Thanks for ten years of you (and your amazing body), and here’s to you sticking around for… about 30 more.

Love from the biggest Amelie stalker your future wife,
Steph.

--artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.

Currenly listening to these three awesome ones:

Hunter Valentine - Break This.

Shiny Toy Guns - Le Disko.

Alanis Morissette - Crazy.

Um, yeah, thassit.

Updates are more on twitter.com, so click the link in my link box and follow.

:)

//

Math was good.

//

Oh, don't Hernandez and Fernandez sound good together?

(there, you've got yourself some space) :)

--the way you make me feel. :)

And so it starts - and it's called WTF.

So yeah, come on, Rafa, you sexbox.

Some of these pictures are killer.

"I am sexy, no? Even when I smile like this."

Fed: "That girl's skirt is really short. If I just..."

Rafa: "The plane!"

Muzz: "Distinguished, Andy. You can do it."

Fed and Muzz: *talk*

Rafa: "Hm. Pie sounds good."

Rafa: *thinks* Heh. Roger looks funnyyyyy. *giggles*

Nando: *thinks* I like sex.

Muzz: *thinks* Um, I don't get Roger's accent.

---

What're you listening to?

Paradiso Girls, yo.

Woman. Stop doing that.

Whachootalkin'bout?

Um. That. Ghetto-ish-kinda thing.

Aw, lookitchoo, all proper Spic and shit. *grins* 'S'cute, tho.

Yours is annoying.

Nonono, you're s'posed to say I'm cute back.

I'm cute back.

Yo, I'm done here. Check out tha' shit - I'm cute back.

*thinks* So friggin' cute.

:)

---

Currently listening to: Michael Buble - Haven't Met You Yet.

--take my advice; I don't use it anyway.

First off, Sven – I’m not gonna talk to them.
Because sometimes, when you’re friends, sacrifices have to be made.
Because it’s hard for me to express myself.
Because if they can’t understand how I feel, it’s totally not worth explaining.
And it’s not worth fucking up five years or so for.
For real, though.
Even if I did talk to them, what am I supposed to say, anyway?
So, whatever.
It doesn’t matter, right?
I’ll just put a smile on my face and be there in the background.
Even if it fucking kills me to watch.
I was born to play Poker for a reason.
Let’s finally put that reason to good use.
I’ll smirk, and pretend not to give two shits, when I do.
But then again, who’s asking?

"This mask I wear, you gave to me,
One blue-skied day beneath the trees,
Its black and blue surrounds my life,
Covers my eyes and blinds my sight.

This mask I wear pretends I’m here,
And hides me from that awful fear,
That you might find the heart of me,
And take that too, beneath the trees.

This mask I wear to hide the pain,
It’s all I have to keep me sane,
“That’s awesome news,” I have to tell,
There are no words to stop this hell.

This mask, I ask the gods why,
They hate me so to watch me die,
A little more with every time,
I have to tell you that I’m fine.

But little girls grow up, my friend,
And learn the wicked ways of men,
This mask I wear comes off the day,
This mask I wear lays on your grave."
-- Shane Forrest.

Nick says, “Don’t worry, we’re still young. It’ll happen – that someone who looks at you and suddenly, you could write a book about how their eyes shine, and you wouldn’t even need a dictionary.
The someone who holds your hand, and everything is right in the world – you couldn’t be happier.
The someone who hugs you even when you’ve just stepped out of the boxing ring, and you’re all beaten-up and bloody and stinking with blood.
Just wait.”

I cling to your promise; there will be a dawn.

Currently listening to: As Tall As Lions - Love, Love, Love.

"i want to fall away; and waste another day"

Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die.

Currently listening to this on repeat;

Uh Huh Her - Not a Love Song.

Could Camilla Grey be any hotter? No. :)

-

The scene is dead by morning,

Slipping past the great divide,

It chases over bridges,

Spins me out of my own mind.

Hollow is how you like it,

What you see is what you get,

Say you love me again,

But you never do,

Yeah.

--um. okay.

Michael Jackson's guitarist is a complete and total sexbox. Um, yeah, anyway, just click the link and prove me right. And the song isn't half bad, either.

Orianthi Panagaris - According to You

Yeah, I've got not much else to say.

Life's a bitch, then you die.

More soon, or whenever the fuck I feel like it.

Things have changed, no?

Yes.

...so I'll say it in writing.

Because talking doesn't always work.

I can't tell you;
How my heart beats faster whenever I see your name on my caller ID.
How I grit my teeth to keep from swearing whenever you talk about her.
How I want to tell you that you deserve so much better than that disgusting... ugh.
How I know that some of the things I do piss you off terribly, but I do it because I like you.
How I can't wrap my head around the idea that I actually do like you, because it's just so... out of this world?
How it actually bugs the fuck out of me that I don't know if you know that I like you.
How you're an idiot if you don't know yet.
How you're a gorgeous, idiotic, boy

But he is so pretty to me. :) Oh, yes, he is!

Kate Walsh - Your Song (Must watch!)

--if there was no you.

Some people were like, "What the fuck does this mean?" Um, it's actually pretty simple to understand, la, unless you're stupid or something. I mean, look at it this way:

When I see myself, I'm seeing you too, (Same smiles; one side higher, same DFWM and confused faces, and personality-wise, we're pretty much the same.)
As long as I remember it, (Duh, ever since I was - what, two months old, he's been there.)
I'm feeling like I knew that,
My jokes aren't funny, (he laughs with me, 'nuff said).
The truth isn't true, (who's gonna help me bullshit, if not for him?)
If there was no you. (so yeah, if he didn't exist, my life would be absolute suckitude.)

If you were my boat in the deep blue sea,
I'd probably sink you down, (the boy is disgustingly skinny; it's disturbing.)
I know I should have thanked you for carrying me,
But for you I would happily drown. (I love him, la, is it that difficult to understand?)

All along your way,
The darkest night, the longest day, (Russel, TG, drinking your dad's booze.)
I know what to say to make you laugh, ("Triple word score... Herpes!" Remember?)
And nothing you could do could make me turn my back on you, (Even when he told me I couldn't take his car when I wanted to go see Ev.)
When you're looking for a fight, I'm your man,
When you need a friend, you got my hand. (Speaks for itself.)

What I really mean, what I'm trying hard to say, (Because we can never be serious and talk like normal human beings, but I love you anyway.)
Is that I'm counting on you and you got me too, (Um, duh. Who was the first Fernandez you came out to?!)
My secrets aren't safe, (Nobody know the actual name of *coughcough* but you!)
I'm singing out of tune if there was no you, (Who's gonna be the bitchassness drummer?)
If there was no you.

All along your way,
The darkest night, the longest day,
I know what to say to make you laugh,
And nothing you could do could make me turn my back on you,
When you're lookng for a fight I'm your man,
When you need a friend, you got my hand.

Steph less-than-threes Nick. He da badass muthafucka. XD

And I've taken to saying things in writing, yo. :)

...and they say.

Mommy says, "Don't blame her, she's your friend."

Daddy says, "People like *coughcough* are very immature at this age."

Nick says, "Fuckin' Salad."

I love Nick. :)

--seven-hour kisses.

Video.



Tell me why I feel so bad, honey,
TV's flat and nothing is funny,
I get sad and stuck in a cone of silence,
Like a big balloon with nothing for ballast,
Labeled like a bottle for Alice,
Drink me or I'll drown in a sea of giants...


And tell me, "Baby, baby, I love you.",
It's nonstop memories of you,
It's like a video of you playing,
It's all loops of seven-hour kisses,
Cut with a couple near-misses,
Back to the scene of the actor saying,
"Tell me, baby, baby – why do I feel so bad?"


Tell me why I feel so bad, honey,
Fighting left me plenty of money,
But didn't keep the promise of memory lapses,
Like a building that's been slated for blasting,
I'm the proof that nothing is lasting,
Counting to eleven as it collapses...


And tell me, "Baby, baby, I love you.",
It's nonstop memories of you,
It's like a video of you playing,
It's all loops of seven-hour kisses,
Cut with a couple near-misses,
Back to the scene of the actor saying,
"Tell me, baby, baby – why do I feel so bad?"

Baby, baby, I love you...

*making talking-brownie noises*

While Steph has tuition with that Indian lady who claims to be a lawyer, I shall commandeer her blog!

I think Steph is cute. The girl is adorkable. Look at this:

It's such a stupid face, but it's so cute!

I just want to smack her.

I'm just here to get some colour into her blog; life's no fun in black and white.

Alright, I think I'm getting a headache.

And you know how Steph likes thinking she's really cool and indie and listening to music nobody else does?

Well, here's a few things that you'd be shocked are on her playlist! I know I was!

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

But sometimes, she does have some good taste, and I love her more than anything. Okay, yeah, I think that's all I wanted to say. Don't be mad, Stephykins, you know I love you.

naz.was.here. :)

--don't worry about what people think, they don't think very often.

Okay. Must watch - Brandi Carlile - Mad World.

Yes, I wore a dress.

Yes, it was strapless.

Yes, I paired it off with Converse (Red).

Oh, oh!

BRARIFAH.

Hee.

--breast powder

(says this girl in 5 Bestari, I won't name any names Jia-Wen because I'm so nice).

I went to school today, which was a lot of fun.

Spread dirty jokes like the plague, and Pik Ee got most of them.

That girl has such a dirty little mind.

I'm currently listening to Brandi Carlile's new album, Give Up the Ghost.

But youtube's being an absolute bastard and none of the songs are up yet, so...

I'll leave you with this, which I'm also addicted to:

Negramaro ft. Dolores O'Riordan - Senza Fiato (and as usual, click to listen, you won't regret it).

You'll love it - I do.

I'm also leaving you with this.

Be warned, it's almost as bad as Roger Federer's We Are the Swiss.

Almost.

Enjoy, and let Amelie fill you up with a warm and fuzzy feeling inside.

Oh, wait - that's just what she does to me.

Gawd.

Don't you just wanna tap that?

I know I do.

More soon! :)

--I intend to live forever; so far, so good.

I love these girls.

Okay, that's all I wanted to say.

Don't look at me like that.

Fuck you. :) They're truly awesome chicks.

Yeah, and you stupid juniors who don't know your face from my ass.

Fuck off, lahkay.

For we are the BITCHASSNESS.

Be afraid, be very afraid.

For we hate you.

And I hope you know who you are.

So, yeah.

F-U-C-K-Y-O-U.

Currently listening to: Angels & Airwaves - Sirens. (click to listen, bitches)

--god must love stupid people; he made so many.

So.

I am in love with a fictional character.

Meet David Qin, from Terry Moore's Strangers in Paradise.

Which, for the last time, Helen and Sarah, is a comic book graphic novel.

David, I'd like to think, looks like this in real life:

Oh, yes. Daniel Henney. Mmhmm.

Currently listening to: Anna Nalick - Catalyst. (click to listen)

"If the world is ending, I'm throwing a party."

This one is for Vivien Tan.

Because she is S-P-E-C-I-A-L.

The Chinese girl who jumped out in front of me two years ago, yelling, "This boy is in my class."

I cracked up, and she's been my friend since then.

So, this is her day - the girl whom I've known for two years.

Who's finally 15, and sitting for PMR, and who wants to tutor Amy and I with History.

Vivien, or Bunwoman, never fails to remind me what an absolute nutcase I am.

But she forgets - your friends are a reflection of you, and I'm just a reflection of her own craziness.

She should know - her heart is like her lips. B-I-G.

Vivien makes me laugh and be thankful that there are people like her around.

We've only been friends for two years, and I act like we've been friends for 15.

Well, we'll make it happen - many more years to come.

Vivien Tan Wei Wen.

Happy fuckin' birthday!

I love you and your huge lips lots.

-- Ninny. :)

--my party is better than yours.

What iz you doin' at Serbia? O_O

Went for a fun-eral on Tuesday in Malacca, wore shorts, had Taiwan noodles, was with Naz, more updates about it to come.

Oh, and Amy, that was my Confirmation cake. :)

Currently listening to: Basement Jaxx ft. Martina Sorbara - Take Me Back to Your House (click to listen, duh)

--fuck. :)

Shit happens, but I'm handling it.

Oh, and never smack Naz's ass.

Your hand will get broken, bitches, quite literally (take it from me).

Okay, yeah, I'm off to study the beauty that is Amelie Commerce. :)

And those of you from BJ who miss me, I'll be there tomorrow!

<3

Currently listening to: Kate Nash - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You (as usual, click to listen).

--updates.

Helen masuk hospital. Went to visit today, as you can see. :) Get well soon, Helen, I'm not gonna clean your shit up off the walls forever! <3

Oh, oh, and guess what? Amelie pulled out of Tokyo. Fuck. Because...

"Australian Open and Wimbledon champion Serena Williams withdrew with knee and toe injuries, joining Amelie Mauresmo of France with a stomach pain and Dominika Cibulkova of Slovakia with a side injury."

What a wuss.

But I love that wuss. :) <3

Wait for it...

WHY, GOD?

--follow through.

Oh, this is the start of something good,
Don't you agree,
I haven't felt like this in so many moons,
You know what I mean,
And we can build through this destruction,
As we are standing on our feet.

So, since you wanna be with me,
You'll have to follow through,
With every word you say,
And I, all I really want is you,
You to stick around,
I'll see you everyday,
But you have to follow through,
You have to follow through.

These reeling emotions,
They just keep me alive,
They keep me in tune,
Oh, look what I'm holding here in my fire,
This is for you,
Am I too obvious to preach it,
You're so hypnotic on my heart.

So, since you wanna be with me,
You'll have to follow through,
With every word you say,
And I, all I really want is you,
You to stick around,
I'll see you everyday,
But you have to follow through,
You have to follow through.

The words you say to me are unlike anything,
That's ever been said,
Oh what you do to me is unlike anything,
That's ever been,
Am I too obvious to preach it,
You're so hypnotic on my heart.

So since you wanna be with me,
You'll have to follow through,
With every word you say,
And I, all I really want is you,
You to stick around,
I'll see you everyday,
But you have to follow through,
You have to follow through,
You're gonna have to follow.

Oh, this is the start of something good,
Don't you agree?

Follow through, Amelie. :)

Oh, and click here to listen to the song.