September 13, 2009
September 12, 2009
Sang-froid.
As dictated by Faranza Syns
Some of us donated, and got hibiscuses with clips in return.
Daniel took two, and clipped them on his shirt above his nipple (or where his nipples should be).
Kessler slid one lone, adorable hibiscus beside his ears (which just devastated me since it made him ten times awesome despite his scowl).
Chu Meng... Chu... clipped two onto the stems of his glasses. It looked ... good god, how can guys look sweet wearing flowers? And how come girls just look dilapidated instead?
Cliche, you cruel, cruel thing.
Hear, hear.
By the by, it's pronounced saN-frwaa.
Goodbye to you,
Or maybe you just didn't want to listen.
Daniel took two, and clipped them on his shirt above his nipple (or where his nipples should be).
Kessler slid one lone, adorable hibiscus beside his ears (which just devastated me since it made him ten times awesome despite his scowl).
Chu Meng... Chu... clipped two onto the stems of his glasses. It looked ... good god, how can guys look sweet wearing flowers? And how come girls just look dilapidated instead?
Cliche, you cruel, cruel thing.
Daniel: Eh, where else am I supposed to put this? My crotch?
Hear, hear.
By the by, it's pronounced saN-frwaa.
Goodbye to you,
Or maybe you just didn't want to listen.
September 8, 2009
Shame, shame.
As dictated by Faranza Syns
I won't say a word about Additional Maths today.
Okay, maybe just one word: horrific.
Half of the day, I felt like bursting, and smacking someone's face - in a bad way. Thank you, caffeine. And thank you, indigestion. Wolfing down one whole bowl of rice, and chicken soup within 1.5 minutes can really mess you up inside. Oh, and let's not forget about that mere 1 and a half hour of sleep. The worst thing is I don't think I got much from those hours of toil, tears, and heartache.
Frankly, I don't think anyone gets anything from that combination.
I have my Bio book in my lap, the list on the scanner. And I'm really wondering if things would look up next week.
Gah, of course. Exams are ending next week and frankly all Muslims know what that means.
I suppose I should be ashamed of myself for not working my arse off for Trials. My excuses are lame, and utterly refutable, so I'll save them for a stormy day when no one can hear me.
I feel like doodling on the wall.
Oh, silly me. I already have.
Like some twisted intricacy,
A forced intimacy, perhaps.
Okay, maybe just one word: horrific.
Half of the day, I felt like bursting, and smacking someone's face - in a bad way. Thank you, caffeine. And thank you, indigestion. Wolfing down one whole bowl of rice, and chicken soup within 1.5 minutes can really mess you up inside. Oh, and let's not forget about that mere 1 and a half hour of sleep. The worst thing is I don't think I got much from those hours of toil, tears, and heartache.
Frankly, I don't think anyone gets anything from that combination.
I have my Bio book in my lap, the list on the scanner. And I'm really wondering if things would look up next week.
Gah, of course. Exams are ending next week and frankly all Muslims know what that means.
I suppose I should be ashamed of myself for not working my arse off for Trials. My excuses are lame, and utterly refutable, so I'll save them for a stormy day when no one can hear me.
I feel like doodling on the wall.
Oh, silly me. I already have.
Am I the only one missing you?
Oh, how unfair.
Oh, how unfair.
Like some twisted intricacy,
A forced intimacy, perhaps.
September 5, 2009
I think I'm sarcastic/ witty/ fantabulous/ scrumptilicious enough for the both of us.
As dictated by Faranza Syns
To be completely honest, the thought of me and shopping skipping hand in hand, gazing lovingly into each others eyes and just relishing every breathing moment we spend with each other is just so baffling and outrageous, I tend to gape at the notion. Gape, blink, and snort disbelievingly.
But to my endless amazement and surprise, today, I did. It was... (oh God, sappy moment -- here it comes!) ... wonderful.
Yes, I, Clothes-shopping Evader Extraordinaire, actually didn't have an emotional breakdown while shopping. In fact, I enjoyed myself so much, my feet hurts. In an omg-is-that-a-warm-glow-in-my-eyes good way.
I started off with those awfully baggy clothes. And up till now, I never realised how self-demeaning and self-defeating it is to underestimate your body. I mean, I wore the most embarrassingly unflattering clothes. I know I've been losing weight (and I admit, guiltily, gaining some back, but I lost them again real quick, I swear) but I never really quite believed that I've slimmed. Even if just a bit. I see the difference, but I've never really felt completely satisfied. I keep feeling like it's not good enough. And good good, a shopping session at the wrong store that one day a few weeks ago pretty much blew my confidence all the way to Utah. (I only used Utah because Delci's there, and she's pretty far away. Hey, Delce!)
So, back to where I was. Mom, me and my youngest sister went to Jusco to finalise our Eid shopping. As soon as we reached the Women section, mom ditched me and took my sister to the Kid's. I tried not to panic. I mean, usually, I'd spend this time uselessly pining away for those beautiful clothes I'll never, ever fit into. And really, I realise how pathetic it is. Believe me. I'd either fawn over how beautiful a blouse is, or try not to look at the clothes too long in case people thought "Geez, that girl wants to fit into that?"
Yes, yes, I realise. I have a severe case of insecurity and a self-condemning level of self-confidence. But somehow, today, I grabbed that scary and intimidating and gratingly loud Hellequin (black-faced emissary of the devil) in my head and just shoved its head under a pile of corsets. And I started dressing up.
Who knew...?
Who actually knew I could fit into those clothes?
GOOD GOD.
Haha.
After years of telling myself I love ME, I'm finally able to not lie and say I wholeheartedly love myself.
I do now.
God, so what if I'm fat? I can fit into a size L of Scarlet (and not Scarlet PLUS, yay!).
And I feel awesome.
note: I removed the pictures, but since someone wanted me to put it back on... (and since it's a friend I know in real life, and not some phyched-out stalker...)
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Me and Ma went to look at handbags (okay, big lie. I went to look at handbags, not her.)
And then, after much begging, grovelling and begging, I persuaded Ma to allow me to buy one Polo Benedetti Creations.
I shortlisted two of them. One was black and white with criss-crossing stripes while the other was silvery-grey white with lettering. The latter won out, and so, we moved on to the lingerie section. After much deliberation, we got out purchases and went to the counter.
The Ma spotted something. She nudged me.
"If you'd bought the other bag just now, you could wear it with that."
She pointed.
I looked. Stared.
This is what she pointed out to me.
My Ma says the most wonderfully shocking things at times.
And somehow, the thought of wearing that bra with the other handbag really appealed to me.
Thank you so much, Ma. Really.
Y.O.U
No one else.
But to my endless amazement and surprise, today, I did. It was... (oh God, sappy moment -- here it comes!) ... wonderful.
Yes, I, Clothes-shopping Evader Extraordinaire, actually didn't have an emotional breakdown while shopping. In fact, I enjoyed myself so much, my feet hurts. In an omg-is-that-a-warm-glow-in-my-eyes good way.
I started off with those awfully baggy clothes. And up till now, I never realised how self-demeaning and self-defeating it is to underestimate your body. I mean, I wore the most embarrassingly unflattering clothes. I know I've been losing weight (and I admit, guiltily, gaining some back, but I lost them again real quick, I swear) but I never really quite believed that I've slimmed. Even if just a bit. I see the difference, but I've never really felt completely satisfied. I keep feeling like it's not good enough. And good good, a shopping session at the wrong store that one day a few weeks ago pretty much blew my confidence all the way to Utah. (I only used Utah because Delci's there, and she's pretty far away. Hey, Delce!)
So, back to where I was. Mom, me and my youngest sister went to Jusco to finalise our Eid shopping. As soon as we reached the Women section, mom ditched me and took my sister to the Kid's. I tried not to panic. I mean, usually, I'd spend this time uselessly pining away for those beautiful clothes I'll never, ever fit into. And really, I realise how pathetic it is. Believe me. I'd either fawn over how beautiful a blouse is, or try not to look at the clothes too long in case people thought "Geez, that girl wants to fit into that?"
Yes, yes, I realise. I have a severe case of insecurity and a self-condemning level of self-confidence. But somehow, today, I grabbed that scary and intimidating and gratingly loud Hellequin (black-faced emissary of the devil) in my head and just shoved its head under a pile of corsets. And I started dressing up.
Who knew...?
Who actually knew I could fit into those clothes?
GOOD GOD.
Haha.
After years of telling myself I love ME, I'm finally able to not lie and say I wholeheartedly love myself.
I do now.
God, so what if I'm fat? I can fit into a size L of Scarlet (and not Scarlet PLUS, yay!).
And I feel awesome.
note: I removed the pictures, but since someone wanted me to put it back on... (and since it's a friend I know in real life, and not some phyched-out stalker...)
_________________________________
Me and Ma went to look at handbags (okay, big lie. I went to look at handbags, not her.)
And then, after much begging, grovelling and begging, I persuaded Ma to allow me to buy one Polo Benedetti Creations.
I shortlisted two of them. One was black and white with criss-crossing stripes while the other was silvery-grey white with lettering. The latter won out, and so, we moved on to the lingerie section. After much deliberation, we got out purchases and went to the counter.
The Ma spotted something. She nudged me.
"If you'd bought the other bag just now, you could wear it with that."
She pointed.
I looked. Stared.
This is what she pointed out to me.
My Ma says the most wonderfully shocking things at times.
And somehow, the thought of wearing that bra with the other handbag really appealed to me.
Thank you so much, Ma. Really.
Y.O.U
No one else.
September 2, 2009
Damn
As dictated by Faranza Syns
My memory card lost all its data.
All my work, all applications, all e-books.
My fault, maybe.
But I'll go on a techno rage and break down, anyways.
Curb-stomp. Curb-stomping would be my idea of a helluva good time, right about now.
Gad, this is NOT happening to me. And on an exam week, too.
I feel juvenile. Really.
Gee, puppy-dogs' tails. Somehow my mind is conjuring a wholly inappropriate image.
And I have a sudden hankering to buy baby stuff. God help me.
You kissed me, and I cried,
So I guess I can't blame the weather.
All my work, all applications, all e-books.
My fault, maybe.
But I'll go on a techno rage and break down, anyways.
Curb-stomp. Curb-stomping would be my idea of a helluva good time, right about now.
Gad, this is NOT happening to me. And on an exam week, too.
I feel juvenile. Really.
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What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of.
Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of.
Gee, puppy-dogs' tails. Somehow my mind is conjuring a wholly inappropriate image.
And I have a sudden hankering to buy baby stuff. God help me.
You kissed me, and I cried,
So I guess I can't blame the weather.
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