tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85543873737103004332024-02-21T17:17:20.593+08:00An Infidelity Journeysisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-68550451782721934682011-07-06T11:12:00.003+08:002011-07-06T11:13:10.164+08:00Day 9 : A Photo of the Item You Last Purchased<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wtlma2P372k/TeTxp71Av9I/AAAAAAAABec/D-LDld-rq9E/s1600/5302011_maybelinepukau-a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wtlma2P372k/TeTxp71Av9I/AAAAAAAABec/D-LDld-rq9E/s400/5302011_maybelinepukau-a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and this is the last thing that I've bought for myself :D and I'm loving it! :D<br />
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A white wedding dress of course; would still be my 1st choice :) But then again, a simple evening dress too would be excellent to me :D Any color would suit me basically I think, since I got a fair skin. I don't want to have a heavy make up ! Seriously, I can feel sleepy when those makeups bertepek on my face. Same goes with my hair.. just let my big curls do its magic :D<br />
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As for the place, I would like it to be a garden wedding. Nothing too fancy, but I do want to perhaps say my wedding vows under a big shady tree :) with ribbons or those little white lights. Just like this one here :) <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">A pretty hand bouquet of white lilies :)<br />
Yes, white lily (mostly any kind, as long as it's white and it's lily)<br />
is my favorite flower :D</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Other things that I want, are (wah, pandai la buat dream wedding) :</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>AND OBVIOUSLY, A GOOD PHOTOGRAPHER :D</b><br />
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What else? Geez, if you don't know I love snakes; you haven't befriended me long enough :)<br />
But I am missing Damien a lot :( She's very much alive, but she's at TTDI with my bestie; Amie. Haven't got a chance to spend time and go to his house yet...<br />
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There you go! Well, I just googled it actually. It's more like a place I want to go before I die. AMSTERDAM! Yes, you may think of all the decent museums like the Van Gogh Museum, Anne Frank's House etc - but all I'm looking forwards are all SEX oriented places :D from the Sex Museum, walk around lanes of brothels :) strip clubs :D aaaaa~ and sex toy shops :D Lingerie shopping! ISH! mesti BEST LAH! :D<br />
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Oh in case you're wondering what exactly the above picture is, it's the Red Light District :D Where all the pleasure is lah :D Aiyaaa thinking of it aja mau mati rasa :)) hahahaha!<br />
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At this very moment, I would go for this set of photos of one of my best friends; Miza :) It was taken for their couple's anniversary at Lake Garden, Kuala Lumpur. And it's just wonderful seeing her from high school till working, from single, couple, engaged and married :') Whenever I watch this slideshow, I cried a little. *terharu*<br />
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May I'll be there for her future babies, grandchildren and such! :) Enjoy!<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">And, whoa... This is one of the questions that I've heard all too many times. Actually, I never imagined something too fancy on the first date. I would even barely let the make-up touches my skin at times. So don’t imagine me shows up with some glamorous dress etc.</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">First thing – make sure the partner remembers that she/he have a date with me. I don’t want to skipped my dinner and wait for someone who’s not going to be there. Other simple golden rules would be like be there on time, and stop bitching in the car about the traffic. Seriously, you have lived your life for at least 25 years (well, imagining the youngest age that I would be dating), and you’ve been in and out of traffic all the time. Quit nagging along the way, it just spoils the mood. Talk to me instead, or just turn on the radio and we could sing along in the car.</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">First place to look for is some eating place. If you want to impress me, be ready with a reservation at that particular dining place. But do check with me where you want to eat. FYI, I don’t fancy Korean, Japanese nor Chinese cuisine. Play safe by taking me to any Western, Italian, Arabic restaurants. If you really don’t know what’s good, a simple fast-food joint would do. </div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">Start a good conversation. If somewhat you’re shy, let me know so I can break the ice. I love a man who talks, triggering my mind with smart conversations. SMART not SEX, ok? Ask my friends, women or men both would say that I am open. Even to the weirdest thing I have ever heard. I am weird too sometimes. But, that doesn’t mean that I am comfortable to talk to you; a person that I barely even knows about all these things. </div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">Yes, you can make jokes. But please, don’t pull of some stupid joke or making fun of other people. Don’t brag! Seriously I hate having someone who’s bragging 24/7. If you’re rich, then fine. If you’re poor, that’s fine too. If you’re handsome, charming or even sexy for your own good, keep it to yourself. I know if you’re all that; stop stating the obvious things. Oh yeah! Please avoid wearing your shirt's collar upwards, any big POLO sign on shirt or wear sunglasses in a shopping mall. -_-" memalukan.</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">Mostly on the first date, I think being able to chat for long hours would have meant that you’ve scored. And I had a good time, good laugh and good food; you’ll be looking forward for the second date ;) Afterwards, either you send me back home, or maybe watch a movie. Never hope for a goodnight kiss or something like that. It doesn’t work.</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">Don’t text me more than 5 smses after the date. We still have tomorrow.<br />
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But I think the only movie that really gets into me is Moulin Rouge. Whether I am happy nor sad, I could watch Moulin Rouge over and over again. It's all into one, love, drama, musical, nice graphic (considering the year they produce it), the songs are marvelous! Most importantly, I believe the movie says who I am too. In what I strongly believe in - TRUTH, BEAUTY, FREEDOM & most greatest of all - LOVE. <3 And yes, even for the 100th times I watched it, I would cry. <br />
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I have to say, there's a LOT of songs out there that I love. And most of them are sad songs >.< So, if right now I have to pick a song that is currently my favorite; I have to say Judas by Lady Ga... Eh, wait ! Nope! Still Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri :)<br />
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That song is like my MUST have song at Red Box's karaoke list :P And it's one of the songs that I managed to sing (not that well, but basically I can lah!). To those who have never heard it before, here's a video of it taken from Youtube :D<br />
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</div></div>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-56365486190989082012011-06-01T16:20:00.000+08:002011-06-01T16:20:27.375+08:0030 THINGS IN 30 DAYS CHALLENGE !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The entry in which I steal from Fiona :) Just need to write back all the things in my life rather than it goes to waste, into me head and outta my mind *since I'm awfully forgetful*<br />
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So I decided to do this challenge! :D 30 things in 30 days of 30 entries continuously in my blog :D Lets hope I could and at the end of the day, you would know me a tad better *grins*<br />
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30 THINGS IN 30 DAYS CHALLENGE<br />
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day 1 : your favorite song<br />
day 2 : your favorite movie<br />
day 3 : your idea for perfect first date<br />
day 4 : your favorite photograph of your best friend<br />
day 5 : a picture of something you want to do before you die<br />
day 6: a photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet<br />
day 7 : your dream wedding<br />
day 8 : a song that match your mood<br />
day 9 : a photo of the item you last purchased<br />
day 10 : a photo of your favorite place to eat<br />
day 11 : what’s in your make up bag?<br />
day 12 : your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is<br />
day 13 : a picture of your favorite band or artist<br />
day 14 : a tv show that you’re currently addicted to<br />
day 15 : something that you don’t leave the house without<br />
day 16 : a picture of someone who inspires you<br />
day 17 : how you hope your future will be<br />
day 18 : 5 things that irritate ME about opposite/ same sex<br />
day 19 : What makes you different from everyone else?<br />
day 20 : the meaning behind your blog name<br />
day 21 : a photo of something that makes you happy<br />
day 22 : a letter to someone who hurt you recently<br />
day 23 : 15 facts about you<br />
day 24 : a photo of something that means a lot to you<br />
day 25 : who are you ?<br />
day 26 : a photo of somewhere you want to go<br />
day 27 : what kind of person attracts you?<br />
day 28 : in this past month, what have you learn?<br />
day 29 : something that you could never get tired of doing<br />
day 30 : a photograph of yourself today + three good things that happened in the past 30 days.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">And here, naively I thought that people would accept you for who you are.<span> </span>For the good gestures you did, and try to look past all the negativity.<span> </span>Unfortunately I have now learn that people still count for how they look outside that matter.<span> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">If you go out, wearing a skimpy outfit, people would judge you as some bad person with a bad influence.<span> </span>While others who wears decently covering themselves with headscarf and “kopiah” would be considered as a good person, a pious one.<span> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span> </span>Mothers would say, “Sejuk mata mak tengok dia pakai macam tu… Boleh jadi menantu baik tue… Pandai kau pilih…” And how many of you saw their relatives who look pious as fuck but end up arguing about taking care of their elderly parents in law or God forbid; their own parents?<span> </span>How many of you have seen siblings of your mums and dads quarrelling about how the dead parent’s money should be divided on?<span> </span>How many times have you voiced out – “alah, tengok je pakai alim, tudung la apa la, tapi bukan baik sangat pun…” and didn’t the TV and news shows you how a grandfather wearing a “kopiah” who lives in Kelantan raped his grandchild?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I am not here to condemn.<span> </span>I am not here to judge. I am here to write what I think from the things that I have seen.<span> </span>My experiences, has thought me quite enough.<span> </span>And seriously I am tired to please other people all the time.<span> </span>I’ve been judged to be a gold-digger by his own mother for choosing to love his son who’s richer than me.<span> </span>Now I am a woman whose other mother thinks I would give his son a bad influence just by the way I dress.<span> </span>Well, thank you. <span> </span>FYI, your son could just collect all the bad habits even without meeting me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Yes, I am furiously angry.<span> </span>I know I’m not that good, but I’m not that bad either.<span> </span>Don’t judge others by the way they look because you have no idea what those other girls who wears their headscarf’s do.<span> </span>They have desires, they have pussy and boobs, and they surely can do what people without headscarf would do too.<span> </span>I’ve seen it, and maybe you’ll be surprise too when you finally saw it.<span> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">It really pisses me off, people with this kind of mentality.<span> </span>I’m writing this post not to argue about the Islamic law of wearing headscarf or so forth.<span> </span>I’m writing this because I despise those who put others in stereotypes positions. One does what they do because they choose to; named it good or bad.<span> </span>Not all hookers are bad person and not all priests are pious.<span> </span>People are people. Don’t label them.</span></div></div>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-87046427072735322942011-02-10T02:14:00.002+08:002011-02-10T09:55:13.306+08:00For The Women – Colored, White; you’re all the same.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">“For Colored Girls”, it made me cry. Nonetheless, even mushy cartoons do that to me. It wasn’t intended for colored women to be precise. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"> For me, it was for all the women out there. For those who’s waking up in the middle of the night wondering alone. For those who longed to have a perfect family. For others who’s seeking that one thing that is missing in their life. For women who wants to be love; who wants to have another pair of hands catching them whilst they’re falling, to be there to comfort them, to hold them close, watch them sleep, breathing the smell of someone they love – not a nurturing mother nor a respectful father, but a lover, a man.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">It tells a few different stories of the women who lives in a neighborhood. There’s a bartender with her sex addiction – sexing up with different, random men every night. A personal assistant who’s living with her drunken boyfriend and raising 2 kids of their own. A graduate high school girl who let herself knocked out by her boy and got pregnant. A successful owner of a fashion magazine married with a closet gay. A nurse having a boyfriend back and forth contemplating himself over her or another woman. A child service worker who’s depressed coz she can’t be pregnant. A dance teacher who finally opens her heart in finding love… and found a <i>stranger</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Throughout the movie, you will be saddened, frustrated and angry with some of those women. For making bad decisions, for giving in too easy, for letting themselves being hurt again and again and for realizing things all too late. You will say out loud in front of your monitor, “don’t take him back,” or “damn!” “fuck, no!”… Oh yeah, you will. But at that very moment; bear in mind this one thing – have you done the same thing they did, one way or the other? I have been in love, and I have been acting foolish at times. I have. I have forgiven others and let myself being hurt. I mostly let others to be happy than putting myself first. Those women will have their stories of life to connect to you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">I would love to tell the whole story to you, but it is better for you guys to watch it by yourself. Maybe you’ll realize what you’ve been looking for this whole time. Possibly it would be a mirror, a reflection of you. Perhaps it would be tones of advices in your life’s journey. I’ll leave you with this poem; in which has a great meaning to it. An excerpt from the movie itself.</span><br />
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<div align="center" style="margin-left: 1in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">* * * * * * *</span></div><i>somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff <span style="font-family: "MS Gothic";"> </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";"> </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";">not my poems or a dance</span> i gave up in the street<span style="font-family: "MS Gothic";"> </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";"> </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";">but somebody almost walked off wid alla my</span> stuff</i><br />
<br />
<i>like a kleptomaniac workin hard </i><br />
<i>& forgettin while stealin<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span> </i><br />
<i>this is mine/this aint yr stuff/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>now why don’t you put me back </i><br />
<i>& let me hang out in my own self</i><br />
<br />
<i>somebody almost walked off wit alla my stuff <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span> </i><br />
<i>& didn’t care enuf to send a note home </i><br />
<i>sayin <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>i was late for my solo conversation<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span> </i><br />
<i>or two sizes to small for my own tacky skirts</i><br />
<br />
<i>what can anybody do wit somethin of no value on<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>a open market</i><br />
<i>did you getta dime for my things/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>hey man/ where are you goin wid alla my stuff/</i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>to ohh & ahh abt/ daddy</i><br />
<br />
<i>i gotta mainline number <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>from my own shit</i><br />
<i>now wontcha put me back/ & let<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span> me play this duet</i><br />
<i>wit silver ring in my nose/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>honest to god/</i><br />
<i>somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff</i><br />
<i>& i didnt bring anythin but the kick </i><br />
<i>& sway of it <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>the perfect ass for my man </i><br />
<i>& none of it is theirs <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>this is mine/ ntozake ‘her own things’</i><br />
<i>that’s my name<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span> now give me my stuff</i><br />
<i>i see ya hidin my laugh & how i<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>s it wif my legs open sometimes</i><br />
<i>to give me <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>some sunlight/ & there goes my love my toes my chewed <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>up finger nails/ niggah</i><br />
<i>wif the curls in yr hair/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>mr. louisiana hot link/</i><br />
<br />
<i>i want my stuff back/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>my rhytums & my voice/ open my mouth</i><br />
<i>& let me talk ya <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>outta/ throwin my shit in the sewar</i><br />
<i>this is some delicate <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>leg & whimsical kiss</i><br />
<i>i gotta have to give to my choice/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>without you runnin off wit alla my shit</i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>now you cant have me less i give me away</i><br />
<i> & i waz<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>doin all that/ til ya run off on a good thing</i><br />
<i>who is this you left me wit/ some simple bitch <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>widda bad attitude</i><br />
<br />
<i>i wants my things/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>i want my arm wit the hot iron scar/ & my leg wit the<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span> flea bite</i><br />
<i>i want my calloused feet & quik language back<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>in my mouth</i><br />
<i>fried plantains/ pineapple pear juice/ <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>sun-ra & joseph & jules</i><br />
<i>i want my own things/ how i lived them/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>& give me my memories/ how i waz when i waz there</i><br />
<i>you cant have them or do nothin wit them/</i><br />
<br />
<i>stealin my shit from me/ dont make it yrs/ makes it stolen</i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff/ & i waz standin<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span> there/ lookin at myself</i><br />
<i>the whole time <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>& it waznt a spirit took my stuff</i><br />
<i>waz a man whose <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>ego walked round like Rodan’s shadow</i><br />
<i>waz a man faster<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>n my innocence </i><br />
<i>waz a lover</i><br />
<br />
<i>i made too much <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>room for</i><br />
<i>almost run off wit alla my stuff/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>& i didnt know i’d give it up so quik</i><br />
<i>& the one runnin wit it/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>don’t know he got it/ & i’m shoutin this is mine</i><br />
<i>& he dont <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>know he got it/ my stuff is the anonymous ripped off treasure<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span> of the year/</i><br />
<br />
<i>did you know somebody almost got away wit me/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>me in a plastic bag under their arm</i><br />
<i>me <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>danglin on a string of personal carelessness</i><br />
<i> i’m spattered wit<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span> mud & city rain/ & no i didnt get a chance to take a douche/</i><br />
<br />
<i>hey man/ this is not your perogative/ i gotta have me in my<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span> pocket</i><br />
<i> to get round like a good woman shd/ & make the poem<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>in the pot or the chicken in the dance </i><br />
<i>what i got to do/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>i gotta get my stuff to do it to</i><br />
<i>why dont ya find yr own things/ & leave this package <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>of me for my destiny</i><br />
<br />
<i>what ya got to get from me/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>i’ll give it to ya/ yeh/ i’ll give it to ya/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>round 5:00 in the winter</i><br />
<i>when the sky is blue-red/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>& Dew City is gettin pressed</i><br />
<i>if it’s really my stuff/<span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>ya gotta give it to me</i><br />
<i>if ya really want it/ i’m <span style="font-family: "MS Mincho";"> </span>the only one/ can handle it</i><br />
<br />
<br />
-<b>ntozake shange.</b><i> “For coloured girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf”</i></div>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-68391782991808230882011-01-28T11:50:00.000+08:002011-01-28T11:50:45.498+08:00The Importance of Being Idle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:RelyOnVML/> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--> <m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent><!--[endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Human race; that’s what we’ve been known for centuries.<span> </span>It’s a race here, both you and I in right now.<span> </span>A competition to survive.<span> </span>Being said and done, this race we all lived in, at times changed who we are.<span> </span>Mold us into something we might not even imagine.<span> </span>Some for better, others; loses their grounds.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I love the thought of being an achiever.<span> </span>It’s like having a golden ray of spotlight shines down on you, with you smiling widely; careless of the world’s troubles.<span> </span>Having people acknowledging you on how much progress you’ve done and how they adore what you’ve gained.<span> </span>However, it is always easier to say than to do.<span> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Have you ever tried too hard to be on top, that it hurts you in the end?<span> </span>I have.<span> </span>And at times, when you just sit back and think through about it, there’s nobody pushing you; competing with you. There’s none.<span> </span>Mostly it’s just your heart talking, your insecurities emerging.<span> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Yes, our fragile little hearts; at times could drive us nuts.<span> </span>Having us worried and entertain us with so much doubt.<span> </span>And yes, it’s heartache to carry all those doubt all around you wherever you go.<span> </span>Therefore, being idle is the best solution for all these problems.<span> </span>There’s no use of clueless rampaging; because none of it would bring either one of you smiling.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I need to go back to my old times and learn to be idle. Being idle is super awesome as far as I can remember :D</span></span></div></div>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-15664586222779545262011-01-18T11:29:00.000+08:002011-01-18T11:29:22.056+08:00Life is Simple<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">But nobody says it was going to be easy as well. *chuckles*</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I really miss writing and flowing all my thoughts here. And yet, knowing that the fact that I barely could write anything at all right now; I just hope that it won’t stop me doing so. Nobody’s would be too eager to read a blog entry which is long when nowadays they would just enjoy browsing through simple, cute and extremely funny cartoon snippets. At least I do.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then again, I feel like few couple of months my life has been scratched out from my memory. Wait; make it a year or so – just because I don’t write anymore. Well, some of other unfortunate events and moments I did wrote em down either on my tumblr(s) – yup, I got more than just 1 tumblrlog. And I put some on my Notes @Facebook also. I wrote quotes and even poems. Lots of em.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh man, this truly SUCKS big time! I really need to brush up everything and be back on track. When I went back browsing thru my archive, I noticed it’s not just about me writing up silly thoughts of mine, or sharing to the whole world bout my personal life. It’s about me knowing myself. It’s about me stating and realizing who I am; who I’ve become. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sometimes it showed me how fragile a being could be and amazingly how strong they bloomed right after the fall. Not that I am an important person in this lifetime, not that I am a role-model or heck Lady Gaga. But, all these little entries; all these summaries of my life, every tiny-shattered-fragment of them is ME. And I need to keep ME going. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yes, Life is simple – but nobody says it was going to be easy as well. But it doesn’t stop you from facing and living it. Now, would the glass be half empty or half full after this? *ponders quietly* </span></div>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-84896460902765942652011-01-17T14:17:00.000+08:002011-01-17T14:22:05.196+08:00They're Backkkk!And we shall see, whether I'm here for good or not.<br />I'll write later.sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-5426026312932211992009-10-16T00:12:00.004+08:002010-01-09T14:51:29.438+08:00bye bye blogspot :)<center><br /><br /><a href="http://bella-jack.com"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2618/4014615982_2e143245e9.jpg" width="400" height="500" alt="bye bye blogspot" /></a><br /><br />bella-jack.com is up!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/4256467857/" title="Wedding Promo Package by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2744/4256467857_88c0e13091.jpg" alt="Wedding Promo Package" /></a><br /></center>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-48838939543243611102009-07-31T16:30:00.011+08:002009-08-03T01:27:10.459+08:00It's a WRAP - Part 2!<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Continued from Part 1...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">2nd week of that (13th June 09) Me and my friend, Sham when to Azreek and Fiza’s Wedding Reception somewhere in Puchong :D That was great too :) My first official wedding job and I think I did it well :D Both of the bride and groom said they are satisfied with it – getting a feedback like that does ease my mind. And I wouldn’t have the guts to do it if Sham wasn’t there to support me all the way. Here’s a picture of them that I did for the cover album :D</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3773952957/" title="azreek & fiza by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2531/3773952957_59d260dacb.jpg" alt="azreek & fiza " width="500" height="333" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">On the next day (14th June 09), we both went to Baby Zara’s Cukur Jambul Ceremony at Ara Damansara; yet another new experience for me in this field. The family and their hospitality was awesome and we had so many laughs and giggles together. And that’s Baby Zara with her mum and dad :D Great meeting you guys!</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3773958495/" title="Baby Zara by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img style="width: 318px; height: 470px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/3773958495_031801036d.jpg" alt="Baby Zara" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3773958721/" title="Baby Zara by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img style="width: 320px; height: 465px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2426/3773958721_c2b5d14e6c.jpg" alt="Baby Zara" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">3rd week (20th June 09), I went back home to Shah Alam along with Fazrul and my little sis, Yana to attend my friend’s wedding ceremony (Hanie & Judo) at Galeri Shah Alam. My unofficial wedding photography was with them, tagging along wedding with Omar, snap few photos just to know how it feels to take be a Wedding Photographer. And that is where Omar and I got closer at some point. Ecewahh! Well anyway, being a wedding photographer is – EXHAUSTING! Nonetheless, I’m glad to know them and follow their bit-to-bit progress from couple to marriage :) Babies, you guys?</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3774773316/" title="Hanie & Judo by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3478/3774773316_445663702f.jpg" alt="Hanie & Judo " width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3773967465/" title="DSC_0353-2 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2498/3773967465_55f884cd5a.jpg" alt="DSC_0353-2" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3774774474/" title="DSC_0436-2 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/3774774474_ae6518de11.jpg" alt="DSC_0436-2" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3774774046/" title="DSC_0407-2 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3447/3774774046_8dbf55a88b.jpg" alt="DSC_0407-2" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3774774838/" title="DSC_0455-2 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2642/3774774838_f98fcce379.jpg" alt="DSC_0455-2" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Afterwards, we went to Midvalley to watch Monsters VS Aliens 3D just because Yana wants to and then went to KL Sentral to buy train tickets for Fazrul to go back to Kedah :D</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">* * * * *<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">On the 4th week (26th June – 28th June 09), I went to Penang with my friend Sham, Intan, Azlong n such :D and we had lunch at Line Clear :D</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3773979441/" title="DSC_0064 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2497/3773979441_39594fdeeb.jpg" alt="DSC_0064" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3773979865/" title="DSC_0151 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2468/3773979865_b9d91b60b9.jpg" alt="DSC_0151" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3774785820/" title="DSC_0142 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/3774785820_91b026a119.jpg" alt="DSC_0142" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wanted to go around the beach side, but this time around it was on the heart of Penang itself. I and Sham ended walking from Hotel Malaysia – Komtar – Padang Kota Lama.</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3774786178/" title="DSC_0313 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2601/3774786178_ddb6ed74ce.jpg" alt="DSC_0313" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /><br />Let there be light eh, Sham?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3773980187/" title="DSC_0335 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2452/3773980187_6e2bd46f88.jpg" alt="DSC_0335" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /><br />Oh and I met AJ of the Backstreet Boys! :D Bwahahahaha!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3773980343/" title="DSC_0358 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2622/3773980343_aefc608b11.jpg" alt="DSC_0358" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3774786710/" title="DSC_0361 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3443/3774786710_f1c856b88a.jpg" alt="DSC_0361" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3774786858/" title="DSC_0433 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/3774786858_c7c46bb360.jpg" alt="DSC_0433" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Oh damn, just have to put those pictures :D and I look thinner hiding behind Sham. Gorgeous weii! Ahaha! At night, while others went partying across the street, me and Sham sits back at the hotel room and watch MJ’s Tribute Concert on TV. </span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3774787124/" title="DSC_0465 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2555/3774787124_39310e17cf.jpg" alt="DSC_0465" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3774787340/" title="DSC_0472 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/3774787340_65693434a1.jpg" alt="DSC_0472" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The next day we went to Chowrasta Road for us to buy some preservative fruits? Lol! “jeruk” to bring back home :D well, I didn’t buy anything… Not really a fan of jeruk and such.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">That’s what I’ve been doing the whole month of June :D and heck it doesn’t stop there :D ROFL!</span></span>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-41823408708764674002009-07-29T08:23:00.039+08:002009-07-29T16:04:20.893+08:00It's a WRAP - Part 1!<div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/3768282694_9d12f4f1c2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 337px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/3768282694_9d12f4f1c2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>"Unthinkable<br />Me sitting up in the clouds and you are all alone<br />The time might come around when you’d be moving on<br />Id turn it all around and try to get back down to my baby girl cant stand<br />To see nobody kissing, touching her couldn’t take nobody loving you the way<br />We were what good would heaven be if the angels come for me Id tell them no<br /><br />Tell the angels no, I don’t wanna leave my baby alone<br />I don’t want nobody else to hold you<br />That’s a chance Ill take<br />Baby I'll stay, heaven can wait” - Heaven Can Wait : Micheal Jackson<p></p> <br /><br />It feels like ages that I haven’t been updating my blog.<br /><br />With all the current events happening in the world; especially the lost of two lovely souls in the entertainment industry (late Micheal Jackson on June 25, 2009 and Yasmin Ahmad, a month right after his); I just don’t have the urge to write anything. Both of them are so close in my heart, both put an impact on me.<br /><br />Yesterday I read a note dedicated from Mahesh (Talentime main actor) to Mak (as what he would call Yasmin). Didn’t expect how I started my day, but it shed me tears reading such beautiful words. Somewhat I feel content reading the note. I ended commented on the note in the morning and talked with him thru YM about Yasmin in the evening when he’s online. Here’s the excerpt of my comments to his note:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3767482673/" title="yasmin 1 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img style="width: 278px; height: 313px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2589/3767482673_01a8e6cf5d_o.jpg" alt="yasmin 1" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768282840/" title="yasmin 2 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"> <img style="width: 279px; height: 303px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2662/3768282840_c7e6a3cdf0_o.jpg" alt="yasmin 2" /></a><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768282840/" title="yasmin 2 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"> </a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">* * * * *<br /></div><br />We start off with my two days holiday at Cameron Highland. I went there with my family, except for my bro who couldn’t make it since he’s working and got weekend classes at his college. We went there on 30th May 09 and arrive around noon.I would like having thoughts of living there. The coldness – completes me. Ha-ha!Over there, we met my friend, newly married couple; Cekelet and her hubby.So the next day, we went to the BOH Plantation together and snaps few photos :D It’s great when you go to places and have extra photographer on site. *grins* Damn! There’s a <span style="font-weight: bold;">LOT </span>of pictures I swear to God!<span style=""> Up till now I haven’t touch the whole folder yet for editing XD Here’s some of it :P<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=""><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768418956/" title="DSC_0174 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2424/3768418956_a323f4bc7b_m.jpg" alt="DSC_0174" width="240" height="160" /></a></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768418956/" title="DSC_0174 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><span style=""></span></a><span style=""><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3767619607/" title="DSC_0466 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"> <img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3541/3767619607_4f334a490b_m.jpg" alt="DSC_0466" width="240" height="160" /> </a></span><span style=""> </span><br /><br /><span style=""><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3767620047/" title="DSC_0468 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img style="width: 238px; height: 164px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2486/3767620047_9274a91da5_m.jpg" alt="DSC_0468" /></a></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3767620047/" title="DSC_0468 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><span style=""></span></a><span style=""><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3767621557/" title="DSC_0475 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"> <img style="width: 244px; height: 164px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3767621557_5fe6309b2c_m.jpg" alt="DSC_0475" /></a></span><span style=""> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style=""><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768421582/" title="DSC_0487 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2439/3768421582_4b92c240c5_m.jpg" alt="DSC_0487" width="240" height="160" /></a></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768421582/" title="DSC_0487 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><span style=""></span></a><span style=""><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768421876/" title="DSC_0508 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"> <img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2083/3768421876_6dde9f8a76_m.jpg" alt="DSC_0508" width="240" height="160" /></a></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="">* * * * *</span><br /></div><span style=""><br />Last month, Jun 2009 – 1st week (6th - 8th June 09)I went to Terengganu for a wee-bit of squid-hunting (candat Sotong) sponsored by my office.<span style=""> </span>Yeah, you can say it as our little EESB Family Day. “It was awesome and I like!” <--- typical review by a forgetful person as Moi :P I manage to caught around 7-9 ancestors of squids.</span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"> </span>They’re super freaking huge, man! Like seriously… well I might be exaggerating it, but I got pictures to prove it! :D<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3767663145/" title="DSC_0018 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2643/3767663145_47ff10933f.jpg" alt="DSC_0018" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3767663317/" title="DSC_0024 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2426/3767663317_d1b224b558.jpg" alt="DSC_0024" width="500" height="255" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768462980/" title="DSC_0030 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2511/3768462980_64432aa86b.jpg" alt="DSC_0030" width="500" height="316" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768463432/" title="DSC_0109 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/3768463432_db674ca2fc.jpg" alt="DSC_0109" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768463778/" title="DSC_0141 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2599/3768463778_a692717c5b.jpg" alt="DSC_0141" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768464168/" title="DSC_0270-2 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3768464168_c7ece35754.jpg" alt="DSC_0270-2" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br />Aha! While having our company’s family day, one of my engineer, Azhari decided to do a mini outdoor photoshoot together with his wifey, Hafie :D<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768479878/" title="Aie_Hafie edit002 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/3768479878_f6839ce059.jpg" alt="Aie_Hafie edit002" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3768480776/" title="Aie_Hafie edit010 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2657/3768480776_7aa5786fa8.jpg" alt="Aie_Hafie edit010" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3767681271/" title="Aie_Hafie edit037 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"> </a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3767680989/" title="Aie_Hafie edit018 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/3767680989_304e106b2d.jpg" alt="Aie_Hafie edit018" width="500" height="333" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3767681271/" title="Aie_Hafie edit037 by Bella J's | sisterofheaven, on Flickr"><img style="width: 355px; height: 197px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2263/3767681271_24566436c7.jpg" alt="Aie_Hafie edit037" /></a><br /><br />Honestly I love hearing Azhari’s “love story” on how they both met and such. Now they have three lovely daughters and happily married still :) Hopefully this would last forever. *smiles*<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">* * * * *<br /><br />to be continued...</div>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-53881688945956250042009-05-15T10:48:00.012+08:002009-05-25T00:16:43.056+08:00Constant Surprises<p align="center">Yes, yes I know... I haven't been updating my blog for quite a while..</p><p align="center">Was busy with clients and such.. BUT, here's for your viewing pleasure!</p><p align="center">Thanks to <a href="http://pyrozyro.blogspot.com/">Fadlisham</a> (a very talented photographer, fun to be with and very random) and <a href="http://nerdgileyana.blogspot.com/">Yana</a> (my lil sis)to help me with my outdoor photoshoot with this lovely couple :D</p><p align="center">Youtube Version - See Original Version thru HQ (high quality)<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwf0gDuwnMc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwf0gDuwnMc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></p><p align="center">Or on Blogger to those people whose office are blocking YouTube :P<br /></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwrRPzhF-jpjqXumJHJJjlKp3S5WuDtrO8MS5CFhnxK_TKgGYkNeDsjnIYqFp61otkIgq0awfAMNCWbMUm7Fw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">can i use this reason for my un-update blog this few weeks?</p><p align="center">LOL! enjoy! :D</p>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-63978515643400770662009-04-04T09:20:00.006+08:002009-04-04T09:36:47.232+08:00To Have Loved and Lost<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMI60Aq_llKYFmEN9AZQR_LBFK5kYAVkqryyjYpQcznWXns335Dn-zOwYD1otZscUzXcOihS1XYsqNBaAF6_7GpKOM0gJfZIwpSWymrm6m6A9uuoGQApOCJNAGV4g1a0MxQpzrOVTom5I/s1600-h/-0094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320643710112370130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMI60Aq_llKYFmEN9AZQR_LBFK5kYAVkqryyjYpQcznWXns335Dn-zOwYD1otZscUzXcOihS1XYsqNBaAF6_7GpKOM0gJfZIwpSWymrm6m6A9uuoGQApOCJNAGV4g1a0MxQpzrOVTom5I/s320/-0094.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">April has been giving me lots of headaches. And it’s only what? The fourth of April! But then again, there was awesome activities I did with a pair of best friends and also being featured in Voize.my <strong>*LOL*</strong> Ouh, happy birthday to my <em>“bro a.k.a guardian-in-a-way”</em> Mr. Beck Zaidan *smiles* May you have abundance of loving from your gymnastic wife :D haha! </div><div align="center"><br />* * * * *<br /></div><div align="left"><br />This would be an entry of mine; full with <em>ranting</em>. I really don’t like to be mad, and rarely being angry at people. But these are such times when I just can’t hold it anymore. These are such times that I feel my patience is gone. These are such times when you (the particular person who pisses me off) should step backwards and go. Or hide, or be invisible coz everything that you gonna do now, eventually would annoyed me more.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><em>“I love the way you love,<br />But I hate the way I’m supposed to love you back…”<br /></em>Silverchair – Miss You Love<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><br />*sigh* or somewhat like that. I hate the way I’m supposed to love you back. I hate it that much I feel like I’m falling out of love. When I said <em>“I love you,”</em> it does <strong>NOT</strong> mean I am yours. It does <strong>NOT</strong> mean you have been given a special pass for you to do whatever you like to me. Or giving me orders to wake up early in the morning and go to work early just to have a freaking online chat with you. It does <strong>NOT</strong> mean you could miscall me at sunrise around 5-6am just to ruin my weekend sleep! Weekends are the only time that I could have it for my own, and you’re ruining it! I don’t tolerate with such matters. Especially when I’m having a long day photo shoot afterwards. *punches you at the face*<br /><br />Why do I love being single? And why I am single still up till now? Coz I love my freedom. Coz I love myself that much that I don’t bend with commands or orders. Coz I won’t let someone changed me or mold me to somebody I’m <strong>NOT</strong>. <em>Why should I let them? It’s my freaking life.</em> And I deserve to live my life the way that I wanted it to be. And who are you to tell me not to? Heck, if you think me saying <em>“ I love you”</em> would grant you all the extra bonuses, <em>you are so far wrong, my darlings</em> *smiles* And I am not dedicating this to just one particular person, I will tag everyone that I think should know beforehand who am I and how I would love to be treated.<br /><br />Don’t get me wrong, though. I love those who helped me along the way. I’m not a stubborn bitch who wouldn’t listen to other people’s opinion. <em>I do</em>; coz it reminds me that there are people out there who care for me, and whichever they have said to me, there are times when I would do likewise if I feel there’s truth from it. I don’t have such ego to tell that I am right all the time. I always admit whenever I am wrong when I feel I AM wrong. I adore friends who guide me in life. The ones that always pull me back whenever I crossed some thin lines between right and wrong. But then again, there are ways to do so. Don’t ever go blabbering on how good you are and how bad I am or telling me I should be like this, not like that sort of thing. <em>Gah!<br /></em><br />I don’t understand the fact that people are expected to change whenever they’re in love. I mean, <em>what’s the point of changing into someone else when that’s not the reason why you fall in love with them in the first place?</em> If you want to have someone to love and mold it into the way that you want them to be, <strong>GET A FRICKIN DOG!</strong> Put them on a leash, teach them few tricks, tell them who’s in charge, coach obedience and <em>hey, both of you could be happy laughing together and end up sleeping in bed smiling.</em> But then, do you want a DOG? Coz if so, then it’s <em>not</em> me that you’ll be looking for.<br /><br />Everyone got their opinions in everything. Even dumb blondes do! Just that it’s probably gonna be a silly one *ROFL* and if you love me, yes, my opinions does matter and vice versa. <em>Know it, accept it and respect it; </em>as simple as that. I always keep my rules simple. The most would be <strong>“KNOW WHERE YOU STAND”</strong> – either in life or around someone. Eventually you need to learn this one thing, if you want to adapt with everyone. You can’t treat others the way that it’s not supposed to be. You guys been there right? Having someone who fancies you, and starting to call you up, asking <em>where you are, where have you been, why you haven’t call, why you didn’t text him/her back, this and that</em>… bah! Getting all those typical questions from a person who fancies you? They’re not <em>even</em> your boyfriend to begin with.<br /><br />And how about the people who keep pushing you to go somewhere together with them just to spend time together. Well, there’s nothing wrong actually. But selling the idea itself <em>over and over again, sending you several text messages till finally you’re going</em> (just to stop them from flooding your cell phone?) is <strong>not</strong> my ideal way of starting a relationship. I hate people who kept pushing me around, or keep telling me to do something over and over again. I do when I wanted to do and when I choose to do so. I am not a puppet on strings that you can control with your magic fingers; I don’t bend in such ways even if you have a <em>humongous dick</em>. So yeah, whenever you text me and I said I’m busy; it’s either <strong>I AM</strong> busy or I just want to be left alone. <em>And please, just let it be.<br /></em><br />To those who wanted to fall in love with me, or have already is in love with me, I think I have told you guys over and over again. I always have <em>multiple interests</em>. I worship Love so much, I love a lot. *LMAO* Does it make sense? Ha-ha! It means that I could love a few people at one time, and yes, they are rankings on it… <em>That’s how you live your single life, to spread the love all over the nation </em>:P ha-ha! Kidding! There’s obviously nothing wrong with loving someone, right? And you could ask few close friends of mine, <strong>when I’m attached – I am FUCKING LOYAL. </strong>So don’t think I am like this right now (maybe some might think I’m like a <em>bitchy lil girl with big, sweet set of racks who fucks everyone</em>, well idk what you guys or girls are thinking :P ) - but if you’re my boyfriend, feel free to sneak attack me at my room and you won’t find me sleeping next to another man.<br /><br />I hate clingy men too. Well, I don’t mind if you wanted attention at times, but not <strong>ALL</strong> the time! Like I said, I have my own life here. <em>I am not living to entertain ONLY you.</em> Again, who are you to even begin with? My husband? I too can be clingy at some point, but please <em>lah</em>, be considerate *sigh* I am NOT the kind of girl who would reply to every text messages I receive, pick up every call that I got, or go to every invitation I’ve been invited. If you want all that, <em>go find someone who has NO LIFE at all, who thinks they would die by not getting at least one text per hour.</em> *Geez!* And sending several texts afterwards saying <em>“Oh, why am I here? You don’t seem to reply my message, you don’t care for me, you don’t love me anymore”</em> FUCKING HELL! <em>Stop doing that, you dickface</em>! I don’t like cheap dramas. If I want to love you, it’s mainly because I love you… Don’t mix all those up with <em>pity</em> and such. YOU DON’T LOOK CUTE DOING SO!<br /><br />And if my honesty in everything is killing you, <em>stay away from me</em>. I don’t lie. If you’re asking something, I would answer it truthfully <em>and at times bluntly too</em>. If you can’t handle the truth, <em><strong>go</strong></em>! Run as fast as you could coz I would <em>rather</em> love people to know the real me and like me as I am. And if somehow the way that I am, bothers you, <em>why stay?</em> I hate seeing people suffer themselves for me. Coz I know how a <em>martyr</em> feels like. <em>I am one, myself</em>. You can be a silent martyr type, I don’t mind. But when you started to pull it down on me, and give all sorts of emo texts in the middle of the night, and lying to me about coughing blood just to get my attention, that is just FUCKED UP! I got a freaking cervical cancer and I don’t make a drama out if it! <em>*slaps you thousand times*</em> so, go. Leave me alone. <strong>I don’t need to be a freaking “DEPRESSION SHRINE” for you to deify to. </strong><br /><br />I am <strong>NOT</strong> cold. I <em>have</em> a heart and I <em>know</em> how to love someone. I know how to pamper someone, to treat them with love, care; I can be a temptress goddess for a day and be a nurturing mother the next day… I can be your ‘<em>everything’</em> as long as it does not change who I am. But you know; these kinds of things really bother me a lot. Heck, don’t even let me start with the “<em>Jealousy</em>” topic or “<em>You got to choose, either me or him…”</em> I mean, gosh! Seriously, what happens once I choose? I’m still not gonna be your girlfriend YET! I’m sorry but I just need to let it all out. <em>Coz I’m getting nowhere by talking to you.</em> </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>And if THIS is what you call LOVE, then I shall better by far, NOT TO HAVE LOVE AT ALL</strong> <em>*smiles sarcastically*</em><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><br />And I think I’m off to get ready for my photo shoot today :D Toodles, people! </div><br /><div align="left">And ouh please, give your opinions :D I love to hear them out! :D</div>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-32186156803696673812009-02-18T13:26:00.005+08:002009-02-18T13:45:19.077+08:00A Lot Like LoveHey ho! And it’s been a while I didn’t have any updates except for constant tagging entries in Facebook. Let’s see what’s new… I guess nothing much, honestly. Just a new, cute, gay-looking housemate named Scott who’s from Tennessee. <strong>*nods*</strong> he’s cute alright! Ha-ha and I got problem handling myself around him… But I think I’ll manage <strong>*wink*</strong><br /><br />And to those people who have been asking did I slept with him yet, the answer would be <strong>NO</strong>. <strong>LOL</strong>, and there’s nothing wrong with me or him. Bahaha! How funny few of my close friends would expect me to do something with him, since I got such a reputation in raping men? <strong>ROFL</strong>! Somehow, deep inside; having Scott here makes me missed Matthew a lot. And he’s been working like a dog, got tired when he’s back home, too many things to be settled… Well, that’s <strong>LIFE</strong>.<br /><br />Ouh, life has been such a headache these few weeks. Somewhat, feels like I’m drowning with all my past feelings towards my bestie. Not that ‘I still want him’ feeling, but I do care about him. And this newly-arise problem seems to have quite an impact on me. I could write it down, just for the sake of letting it go. I always do that whenever I feel the burden’s too hard for me to handle. But, this time around, I can’t. But I thanked to those few people who’s been listening to my problem. And to Scott who throws Spongebob for me to hug instead of him himself. Enough about pathetically-sad stories, lets talk about the new Monkey in town <strong>*winks*</strong><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV50IL_m5k3VGn7BSFwMDpymW7rqAyZ1zTP2evYMwiXXIju7i0p-WVPME8qNfrRPAiq-6yuhC6SCyP9rH8zj05XZBxl36Qa5t2dOCzJBv8Vn-0tymDkxIfiZLRHn1UJQCNDrKRhe5in70/s1600-h/scott.jpg"></a></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304008833577426642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp_ip8GaxzgvawH_PBKlz-gb7ycLZkajDFsBzSpMRCVPRevjK472sSSUoEvwakuzCjtyAC2fnKO-VMnkdNO10cBhcfbPKDOYbbMNAQq0OhXCi2IZzfnszO9G924QjtvrNL-fQwBDa7SMg/s320/scott.jpg" border="0" /><br />Ha-ha! So, he is Scott Neverdusky. My girls been waiting for me to spill everything I know about this young man. He’s a year older than me, so yeah… He’s average <strong>*cough* </strong>Asian height. <strong>ROFL</strong>! (Yup, he’s <em>short</em>). He’s a few inches taller than me, thin, has baby muscles and tries to build em more. He’s freaking talkative, and I like it. He tells me all kind of information and all his opinions about almost everything?<br /><br />I just wish I could reply to him verbally as fast as I type all these words out from my keyboard. Yes, I barely can speak English. It scares me at times just to think that he would be awesomely bored of me not replying to whatever he says (and I think he <strong>IS</strong> bored coz of that, <em>lmao</em>!). He <em>hates</em> everything about French, from the language, to the people and even Paris itself. <strong>NEVER</strong> said Americans and Europeans are the same, it’s an insult to him. I can’t remember any opinions that he told me is contradicted to my way of thinking <strong>YET</strong>. So yeah, it’s all good… and we can both laugh it out loud. Finally, someone that I can bugged the whole day. <em>Or is it the other way around… hmmm…</em> O_o<br /><br />So to the girls who are interested on him, you can send your resume to me via my email, or even straightly to his Facebook account. Just search for <strong>‘Scott Neverdusky’</strong> and you’ll see a <em>poyo</em> picture of him and his baby muscles. Make sure that you’re not taller than him. It’s a turn off. And make sure you not someone who needs to be spoiled constantly, it’s a turn off too. And acting like a princess, or have that arrogant <em>‘hey-am-the-hottest-chick-alive’</em> or being plain snobbish won’t help too (Ha-ha, monkey boy! How’s that for a helping hand?).<br /><br />Hurm… Actually I have a lot of things to write today, but I think I’ll write em down later when I feel like it. Right now, I just wanna take things lightly. Oh I decided this year, I won’t be dwelling into any serious relationship, I won’t be somebody’s girlfriend; I’ll be just a friend. Coz I’m tired of all the crap people been giving me in return. <em>Oh monkey boy, say I’m right...?</em> <strong>*smiles*</strong> <em>We can’t be too good, can we?</em> Good people always loses with the jerks and bitches.sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-81422683869187656142009-02-02T03:28:00.005+08:002009-02-02T04:10:40.979+08:0025 Fun Facts of Bella<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwEUkPk67eKjYYrteMXfz1cvYZmyTd7TPuo72N6HsdVC-ml8Y96X4vVmH7UtjDjLFrWNZSKA0Cdv9hBs8Yh4YFDOdbPEBQYOqtrcHN43h1XVVJE1FzUlG0l5X9URdu4Z5bt3TKdXi5O4/s1600-h/-0007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297923267874570322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwEUkPk67eKjYYrteMXfz1cvYZmyTd7TPuo72N6HsdVC-ml8Y96X4vVmH7UtjDjLFrWNZSKA0Cdv9hBs8Yh4YFDOdbPEBQYOqtrcHN43h1XVVJE1FzUlG0l5X9URdu4Z5bt3TKdXi5O4/s320/-0007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">And so, I’ve been tagged – over and over again XD This time it’s from si Tomatogirl; <strong>Hazlin</strong>, <strong>Weeta Bebeks</strong> and <strong>Azlan</strong>! Both of them are tagging me with the tag; which is to spill few facts and information about myself. Honestly, I really can’t think of anything much! <strong>*ROFL*<br /></strong><br />Here it goes,<strong> 25 FUN, WEIRD & WACKY FACTS ABOUT BELLA</strong> :D<br /><br /><br />1. I am <em>not</em> straight. <strong>YES</strong>, you heard me. I am not straight (as for my sexual orientation). <em>No questions shall be entertained for this matter, thank you.<br /></em><br /><br />2. My first criminal crush would be <strong>The Joker</strong> from the old Batman movie, starring <strong>Jack Nicholson</strong>. I dreamt of becoming her girlfriend, sitting in front of a fireplace waiting for my love to get home after all the steeling he made :D<br /><br /><br />3. 97% of time whenever I’m at home; I am <strong>NAKED</strong>. I <em>love</em> being naked and I love myself very much. And I sleep naked too. Ahaha! NO, when people here with me, I wore something, of course.<br /><br /><br />4. I never bought myself a real normal-what-people-used-to-buy teddy bear. I think they’re boring? LOL! The only soft toys that I bought for myself are 3 teddy bears – apple green, purple and yellow ROFL! And my lovely Ewey; a cute sheep :D<br /><br /><br />5. I got <strong>more</strong> boy friends than girls. Coz girls are too talkative and they got too much drama even since kindergarden. Remember back then when the girls are like <em>“If you’re my friend, don’t be friends with B…”</em> that sort of thing… <em>“… if you do, then I don’t want to be friends with you too… so does ALL my friends!”</em> >.> yeah, <strong>r i g h t</strong> (<em>copyrighted by maviceplaytoy</em>).<br /><br /><br />6. I was a <strong>tomboy</strong> since Standard 2 till Form 1. I look kinda like Kajol type of tomboy-ish in Kuch Kuch Hota Hai when I was in Form 1. Then I started to fall in love and realize boys don’t fall for girls like that. Hence, slowly I changed my look. LOL!<br /><br /><br />7. Because of the <strong>‘greatness’</strong> of my super awesomeness boobies, I got a nickname when I was in high school. What else? PAMELA ANDERSON *LMAO* And they wanted to submit a class layout thingy with that name for out 5IK3’s page in school mag, but they ask us to change it back to something else. So? What do you get? – PAMELO ERICSSON gahahahaha!!<br /><br /><br />8. I’ve been to few stages of styles?; in order:<br />- Tomboy-ish<br />- Goth girl-ish (and I do wear black lipstick to go out… I think I look like that Blair Witch girl)<br />- Hiphop-ish (my wall are full with Eminem, Tupac, Too Phat posters, etc and I can even rap)<br />- From there on, I became a normal girl :P hahah! Normal but weird, people say XD guess I’m not as normal as a normal person should be?<br /><br /><br />9. I used to be depressed. Sometimes I am too now *LOL* I would cry then there’s another two of me talking in the mirror. One - full with hatred; very angry, bold, giving me advises and very brave. While the other one is very nice and loving and always calms me down. And yes, when I talked to myself in the mirror, the faces changed. Cry – angry – then – calm – cry back and it goes on and on. They haven’t come out lately… Last time would be when I was depressed on Riq (a guy, few people would know), and my other ex (Azmir), while talking to me on the phone, he talks to with the ‘bold’ one. And yes, he did say we even sounded different… Scary eh? <strong>ROFL</strong>! “<em>Run, Forrest! Ruuuuuunnnn</em>…”<br /><br /><br />10. I tend to fell in love <strong>very</strong> fast. But when I fall in love with someone, I fall hard. I would usually stick with them till the point I think there’s nothing more I can do to save the relationship if it’s not working. <em>And yes, we are the martyr right, darling?</em> *winks at maviceplaytoy*<br /><br /><br />11. I’m <strong>not</strong> a party animal; you won’t see me at a club; drinking, smoking and partying. But I do play and not good at it. Bahaha! I would sit there at my table, drinking mocktails, eating too, at times while listening to live band performances. Right now, Borneo Rainforest; enjoying Hydra :D<br /><br /><br />12. As few as my friends, I honestly can’t ride a bicycle too since I was small. *sigh*<br /><br /><br />13. I’m into astrology, palm reading (well, I tried to) and tarot card… Ouh! How I wish I got an Ouija board for myself XD<br /><br /><br />14. I think Freddie Kruger turns me on, a lot. So does Chucky, eventually XD (<em>Forgive me, Father for I have sinned</em>). I got other weird fantasies too as well… Monster with tentacles is one of it <strong>*ROFL*<br /></strong><br /><br />15. I don’t follow trends. From fashion, songs, gadgets, etc. I don’t at all. I buy and like what I like because of the thing itself.<br /><br /><br />16. I don’t shop. I got countable things as a lady. I got few sandals, 2-3 bags and I won’t change it unless it can’t be used anymore.<br /><br /><br />17. I spend most of my money on food, books, DVD and cinema. But most of it, I would say – FOOD! <em>Hey, a lady has got to eat</em> :P<br /><br /><br />18. Me and my bestie owns a pet <strong>snake </strong>named Damien. Now I wanted a puppy XD but they’re too freaking expensive! Bah! How bout a monkey instead?<br /><br /><br />19. I can’t drink anything with <strong>lime</strong> in it. I will wake up having a sore throat and fever the next day. Weird, right?<br /><br /><br />20. I got a medical checkup in June. Hopefully the cells don’t reproduce its way through. If not, I might have cervical cancer – which is sooo not cool XD I know I can be a cool mum. And I want to be one *sigh*<br /><br /><br />21. In case you didn’t know me, I love taking pictures? And most of my pictures have this sad, melancholic, lonely theme. Hahaha! <em>Talking bout a picture is a window to one’s soul</em> XD<br /><br /><br />22. When I was small, I wanted to be <strong>Storm</strong> of X-Man since I love rain, storm and dark clouds very much. I also dreamt about being <strong>Lois Lane</strong>. And yes, for all time – Superman would forever be my hero :D<br /><br /><br />23. I weighted 75kg, 157cm tall. (ROFL! Such a fact I wouldn’t mind sharing haha!)<br /><br /><br />24. The longest relationship I’ve been with someone is for 3 years. The longest time I have love a particular person would be 6 years. And right now, I love someone. Aww! FYI, I am happy right now for him not leaving *smiles*<br /><br /><br />25. I’m a loner. I easily get irritated by people who won’t stop bugging me all the time. At that point, I might even disappear for a while, not picking up calls, not replying smses. But I think it’s gonna be hard WHEN I LOVE SOMEONE. I would be the one who will keep on bugging him, <strong>LMAO</strong>!<br /><br />Woot woot and I’m tagging you guys next (see my facebook) since I do wanna know more about you, ya :D<br /><br />*Hugs*</div>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-24277435315638969152009-01-19T11:56:00.008+08:002009-01-19T12:34:32.739+08:00Meme Me *smiles*YAY! I felt a wee-bit cheerful today, so I might be doing some tagging :D It’s not somewhat difficult at all… Simple questions with random pictures from Flickr! So yeah, let’s start now!<br /><br /><center><a title="Meme Me *smiles* by sisterofheaven, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sisterofheaven/3208824876/"><img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="376" alt="Meme Me *smiles*" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3306/3208824876_ff33a9541a.jpg" width="500" /></a></center><br /><br />The Questions:<br /><br />1. What is your nickname : Bella<br />2. What is your favorite food : Nando’s<br />3. What high school did you go to : SMKS9<br />4. What is your favorite color : Brown<br />5. Who is your celebrity crush : Pharrell Williams<br />6. Favorite drink : Iced Tea<br />7. Dream vacation : Seeing Stars<br />8. Favorite dessert : Chocolate Mud pie<br />9. What you want to be when you grow up : Never-ending Lover<br />10. What do you love most in life : Myself<br />11. One Word to describe you : Indecisive<br />12. Your Flickr/Facebook/Myspace name : sisterofheaven<br /><br />If you'd like to do it too here's what you do:<br />- Open three windows.<br />- One with the list of questions, another open to <a href="http://www.flickr.com/">Flickr</a> and ready to do an image search, and a third to <a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php">Big Huge Labs' Mosaic Maker</a> (create a mosaic with 4 columns and 3 rows).<br />- Answer the first question, put your answer in the search field on Flickr and choose one of the images from the first page to represent your answer.<br />- Click on the photo then copy and paste the url into the #1 spot on the Mosaic Maker.<br />- Do that for all 12 questions, then click create and post the results to your blog!<br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">AND I WANNA TAG</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">ALL THE SOULFUL PPL IN MY LISTING! </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">BAHAHAHA!!</span> </p>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-44681040647107971732009-01-16T05:28:00.004+08:002009-01-16T05:37:53.625+08:00Deeper Conversation<a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1919/229/97/673654018/n673654018_1181281_6968.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1919/229/97/673654018/n673654018_1181281_6968.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />What have I been doing the last few days back? Thanks to Cik Sunshine, I’m able to enjoy great stocks of melancholic songs *wink* and as Love comes knocking at my door, all those mixed-up feelings flows in and out again. It feels like a well-capped glass bottle in the middle of an endless sea. <em>Being pushed down by the waves and pulled up by the gravity</em>.<br /><br />I kept on listening to Yuna (thanks to Fiona for putting a link to download), and also Kokokaina (introduced to me by Cik Sunshine). Somehow, they remind me of Eisley too at times. It fun to know that we have these talents among our Malaysians *smiles* Ok, so last week I went to Youth ’09 at PWTC on Sunday. It was <strong>FUN</strong> :D and disappointing at certain levels.<br /><br />The plan of the day was to go there for a while and find Yuna’s EP, see a dear friend who I’ve missed so much *winks at maviceplaytoy*, snap a few pictures then go to Midvalley and watch movies. Eventually when I got there (with Najmi, my Facebook friend), the place wasn’t as crowded as I imagined. Hence, I decided to stay longer :D Najmi was happy *LOL* And so, the journey begins. Saw the UOX booth and started searching for a single shiny bald head for me to poke his tummy. After going around the booth saw him getting started with Guitar Heroes? *Tapping his arm and he turns around* <strong>YAY</strong>! And what a big big hug I got! Few pats on the head too *smiles* thanks for that, darl… <em>You know how much I need all that</em> XD Snappy few pictures of him and move on to see other things.<br /><br />There’s the Battle of the Bands – which few of the bands were awesome. Coolies, the bands were singing Damien Rice song, Phantom of the Opera and… Erm, well I’m not a big fan of loud, rock music… those are the two songs that I have heard of. Ouh! I saw High Voltage? Then I saw Bubu as the drummer… and finally I saw Sheena snapping pictures at the other side of the stage. *LOL* After that, went upstairs and ate Twisties Lurve thingy… I love it, of course. There’s not much a thing going on up there, so we went back down to the main hall.<br /><br />Mingling with the snakes at Rakan Muda booth :D Now, <strong>THAT’S FUN</strong>! Pythons, mangrove snakes all around me… <em>Ah! How I wish Damien would grow as big as them</em> XD Collected few freebies at Don’t Panic! booth. Went to the Street Dance Workshop to see the cute nerdy Chinese girls and boys dancing and jingling their buttocks ;) OUX baldy did drop by for a while he’s having his lunch break to meet me there. We chatted and teased about little stuff while enjoying all the swinging butts in front of us. Around 2.30 pm, he went back to his booth, whilst I and Najmi continue watching the Street Dance competition till 4-ish. That’s when my “boolat” tummy starts grr-rum-bell-ling!<br /><br />So I texted my boyfriend,<em>*cough*</em> asking where he is. He said he’s here (<em>finally</em>), so I wanted to see him first before going anywhere else. Met him at the entrance door and talked for a while. Saw Hellmy too. Baldy saw me there and I called him to meet my boy (wah, can I say baldy all the time? It really sounded cute for you lah, darl… Not on any grounds to ejek you ok… <em>You kan memang comel…</em> haha! And you know I never call you by your name kan kan :P ) – and yes, I remembered my face when I called you to come over x_x *ROFL* Talky a bit bout him wanting to do that <em>‘look-I’m-standing-on-my-head-everywhere-I-go’</em> signature picture after we all comes back after late lunch.<br /><br />Thankies lah Najmi for the Pizza-Hut… Lalala! Ouh and if you guys are eating at Pizza Hut, The Mall, do look for <em><strong>Budin</strong></em> :D he’s awesome! Hahaha! After burping and such, went back to PWTC and meet Wani, Baim, Jasmine and others at LomoWall :) Got huggies and kissies from Wani and Jasmine, when Najmi courage himself to go and talk to Yuna, Double-YAY! Najmi got himself Yuna’s EP and autographed by the lady herself :D Lepaking at Open Mic section to see up till Wani’s performance. <em>Somewhere at that point, I felt like crying </em>XD ahh! Shiessh!<br /><br />Without saying goodbye (<em>for reasons that I won’t share here in my blog</em>), me and Najmi went straight to see Love Me Butch performing at Hall 2. Swarming myself with all those people and sounds to kill the pain inside, hell – <strong>IT DOES NOT WORK</strong>! And Love Me Butch lyrics doesn’t help either XD haha! My savior, si Baldy came to the rescue. I don’t think with him I need to tell everything… <em>he just knows</em> *smiles and pats my head*<br /><br />Yuna’s performance was awesome and she sounded better performing live! Bunkface was great too XD All and all, the even t was great :D Ouh, and thankies again for sending me home, ya darl *smiles* seriously I don’t know what to do lah =.= for all the pictures you can go to my Facebook photos – Youth 2009 album :D<br /><br />And ouh! Matthew said that he would manage to pull some few strings and perhaps bought a ticket few years later to come here and visit me! *wishful thinking*<br /><br />p/s : <em>when could we finally have a deeper conversation, love?</em>sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554387373710300433.post-1322795583731433822009-01-03T11:57:00.012+08:002009-01-13T20:35:44.983+08:00Alfie : "See, compliments when least expected"<a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1973/229/97/673654018/n673654018_1120861_6663.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1973/229/97/673654018/n673654018_1120861_6663.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sweet talking, compliments, everybody loves it. Man, woman have been using it since God knows when to innocently expressing what they feel or even to flirt and lure whoever they want. It made you blush, smiles, and most importantly that warm fuzzy feeling that fills your heart. Made you feel better, feel loved, made you feel you’re somewhat important and it’s good to be living. ROFL! Yeah, that sounded a tad overly dramatic *chuckles*<br /><br /><br /><br />I’m one of those people who hate compliments. I remembered at the old days, I would reply each and every compliments with an “<em>Eleehhh</em>…”. A gesture of saying “<em>yeah, right LOL</em>”. And then, one of the things I learned in my study years, “Always say thanks when people complimenting you”. Hence, then forward, I did. Though there are times that I still use the old gesture whenever I feel that the compliments are too big for me; or whenever I feel that I’m not worthy of it.<br /><br /><br /><br />Most of my friends who knows me pretty well would say I’m too modest for my own good. I guess in a way, it IS a bad thing indeed. Somehow other people perception of me would be that I am lacking of confidence. Heck, I don’t know. That’s just me, I guess.<br /><br /><br /><br />And like SOME who knows, I’m a big sucker for most proper English conversations. Yeah, I know I’m not that good with English, but it doesn’t hurt to be drooling for one *winks* I easily fall for someone who speaks proper English, who corrects my grammar and who uses words that makes me Googling for its meaning. Therefore, any stupid perverted man who flirts with me in Malay, would unfortunately be neglected. Chit-chattering with no valid points with silly low-graded jokes too would be neglected. Ah! Talking about jokes, that reminds me of Russell Peters. You guys should REALLY REALLY Google him up :D and watch his videos! Now, THAT’s FUN! Talking all the time how big is my breast or how perfect it would be if it’s in your squeezing-reach is a SELF-KICKING-YOU-AWAY from moi. *LOL* babytalks, too much of abbreviations are such a turn off too.<br /><br /><br /><br />Haha! Ok, what the heck am I gibberish-ing about right now exactly? Let me stop myself right now before I go more into poetry and sonnets, Shakespeare, Tennyson or Christina Rossetti x_x<br />Oh, by the way, how is your New Year’s celebration? Me, like always; sitting at home doing nothing. I’m not a big fan of crowded places and being suffocated with too many happiness and joy. Huahuahua! I tend to feel oh-so lonely! Melancholic, melancholic, lalala~<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />*****</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /><em>“No darling, you’re lovely<br />In fact you’re a man’s dream and fantasy rolled into one<br />You’re beautiful and smart, you’re sexy to boot, your smile melts hearts<br /><br />And you're all woman<br />You love your man and you'd do anything for him<br /><br />You’re a romantic<br />And you fill everyone’s heart with hope and wonder<br />You’re sugar and spice and everything nice”</em><br /><br />- A lovely friend said it to me few days back. How it makes me smiles a lot. Thank you, darling. It means a lot to me. No flirty, sweet talking… A naked compliment when LEAST expected *smiles* </div><br /><div align="center"><br />*****<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><br />I am worried still bout my HUKM result. Gonna have my appointment on the 7th. And I need to find a new place to stay. I’m thinking about renting my own house. We’ll see how far that would go, yes? My housemate finally being such a pain in the ass… Who’s volunteering to help me move out? *ROFL*<br /><br />And out of all those mess, I love my life right now. I got all my lovely friends who cares and love me, I got no enemies; as far as I could think of – even those who involves with me the last time became good friends afterwards. And I’m with someone who loves me and believe it or not, it grows deeper each time *blushes* <em>(well, on my side... idk bout him LOL!)</em><br /></div>Still learning about him though :)sisterofheavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445083533658327132noreply@blogger.com1