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Love your apartment. [22 Aug 2003|07:15pm]
You're in Ravenclaw!
You're in Ravenclaw!

Harry Potter:: Which House Calls You? - with pictures! (for girls)
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Random Song [19 Aug 2003|07:39pm]

Of all the things I've believed in
I just want to get it over with
Tears form behind my eyes
But I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old
It feels like I'm starting all over again
The last three years were just pretend
And I said,

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to

I still get lost in your eyes
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light
But it's not right

And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time
I want what's yours and I want what's mine
I want you
But I'm not giving in this time

And when the stars fall
I will lie awake
You're my shooting star

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Strictly for Spicy-eaters. [19 Aug 2003|05:51pm]
[ mood | discontent ]
[ music | Cradle - The Rising ]

Do you remember the time when you're ate a nice dish which is overrun by chilli strips? And after a delicious burning sensation in your mouth, you start to smile at your "crush" just when you thought that you had a good conversation where you two actually clicked and there it is - chilli settles inbetween your pearly whites. Not that I haven't experienced it but when he/she looks at you and start mimicking their fingers between their own teeth and sputtering this sentence "There's something inbetween your teeth". I realized that this is not as bad if a friend tells you that but when it comes to strangers/crushes, it seems like your worst nightmare. Just a thought, actually. For lunch today, I went out to have a small lunch with Saf and Anne-Anne. A new place in my college, same average dishes, nothing special but it's the presense of your friends that made that place moderately cozy.

Children this passage is going to have a small explicit language. But since I don't believe you would even bother that sign, SO I'm going to censor those words. I can't abso-*naughty word*-lutely believe it that Linking Park, the Linkin Park, is coming over to KL on my blooming birthday. Oh my *naughty word* god. I can't *naughty word* contain myself from insanity. Oh *naughty word* *another naughty word*! Wow, I just had a slight head rush. Jadey is so going to follow me to the concert. I am so going to drag her, with handcuffs and blindfold. Or I can bring Jessie, since she's abig fan of theirs. Is it me or do I love dragging Jadey?

Yesterday, an old friend of mine called. Camme...Cammelia....Ca- ohwhateverspells but we called her, Cammy. It has been years that I haven't seen or heard her and suddenly, yesterday she bothers thinking about this missy. Yes, I should be thrilled to hear from an old aquaintance but she still thinks (though she doesn't say it) that I was the same vulnerable self that she knew and love to get her paws on. How do I know? By the way she try to manipulating my intelligance with her matured opinions which I loathe to listen any of them. Oh, did I mentioned that she had a bad American accent? Seriously, I don't see the point of impersonating another culture thus, they themselves don't practice that sorts. Do you know any foreigners speaking in our accent in their country? None, so far.

She really pisses me off when she slides in her ancient scrapbook. Observe this conversation: "Oh, I saw Amril (my first blinded crush in my seventh to the eight grade), do you remember him (Should I care?)? Anyway, the other day and we talked (duh, what else is there to do but that?) and we exchanged phone numbers. I wanted to call him but I lost his number." Stop. Continue with rolling eyes sequence. "Do you still live at the same place? Amril stays there right? A bit further but still there. I went to his house once...-" Fullest stop. I cut her off. I seriously don't want to know her daily keep ups with that boy. She can screw him all she wants for what is worth. I've been hurt and insulted from Amril disapproved my existance. For God sakes, he was even embarrassed to be seen with me. Cammy broke her promise as a trusted friend to not to ever, ever tell him which she enventually did.

Hope she is satisfied with herself. Maybe a prize is in order too! A trophy with the inscription The highest of the highest crook in the freaking universe. She thought that I was over that incident but until now, she is not worthy to be called a friend or be talking to me for what she did. If I would ever resurrected to become like her, I can't even look at myself in the mirror.

Today, the lab was crazy cold. I couldn't even sit on the same chair for a minute. Right after the lecturer went out of the door, Anne-Anne, Kelly and I ran out from the class and lean against each other to keep warm. Of course, Kelly just have to be "visual" about body parts and I decided to run somewhere else. I can't beat that Shanghai bird. She's is my weakness. I can't perform when she's around. *Guffaw*

I am supposed to get pictures for my assignment. Instead, I am writting this muggle contraption and watching music videos in yahoo launch. It's fantastic thing. Like a mini MTV. Okay, blonde traits is showing. Curse you Legally Blonde!

Remember that "a friend of mine" in the last entry? Today, he smiled and nodded at me. What is that all about? I became more confuse than ever. Heh. Though, I do like that face he made when I walked with Saf and was in a deep conversation. The jealous expression. Well, it used to be you if you hadn't been such a slut. Somehow, female degrading titles sounds better on a bloke.

Blessed be and cheers.

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What? I smell or something? [18 Aug 2003|06:32am]
[ mood | annoyed ]
[ music | Respect - Train ]

I woke up late for classes today, was barely awake when I arrived. Anne-Anne was raising her eyebrows when I plopped next to her. "What happened?" Anne-Anne mumbles as she stares at the computer screen. I was lmuffling the answers, so I think that she didn't heard me at all.

Anyway, dear Mr.Casey finally teaching us after M.I.A for two weeks. Fun class though. We played with Director 8.5 and animated our own little comic and sounds. I chose Aqueous Transmission by Incubus and animated a leaf floating on top of a smiley head. Okay, I am not the Kingdom Hearts' Goddess but this is my first year. Sue me if I stunk at it! It's way better than my stick figure.

A friend of mine is still being bitter to me since the first day this semester. I saw him coming into my class just now and he didn't even flinch to meet my face. What did I do? What did I say? If it was his birthday, I remembered and sent him an e-card right on that day! It's not my fault that our uni gave us 2 months break and we're leaving in two different regions. If I was a Maldivian citizen like you, I would personally drive up to your house and spent the whole day with you! Sadly, I'm not. Why is he making me feel this way? Making me feel guilty for something that I didn't do and I feel sad for loosing a good friendship with him for God knows what reason. And my course of action? Give him space. I won't let myself get in his mood swings.

Let her cry
If the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing
If it eases all her pain
Let her go
Let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be, let her be

As promised, Jadey is bringing me to Ikea and buy a shelf for my cluttered table. *Squeals in anticipation* Something to take my mind off. And have a hot pretzels and drink pure vanilla. I don't care anymore. I need the happy dose of sugar. It always helps. Mmm...lunch. Later, mates. Cheers.

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Dreamless dream [16 Aug 2003|01:43pm]
[ mood | awake ]
[ music | Differences - Ginuwine ]

Hah! Couldn't get enough of you and vice versa. *cheeky grin* Gah. No. It's that blasted cat woke me up from my hot afternoon snooze. I went to the kitchen and nibbed on small slice of cheese cake, a piece of bread, tofu dessert and now Elle & Vire Light Fat Free / 0% mat. gr. Arec des fraises (With strawberries) yogurt. Mmm healthy. What should I do to get a packet of Oreos and getting Travis Fimmel in my cage? *rattles*

Coutesy from

Just finished e-mailing Draco Malfoy's RPer. My plot got him interested and he is going to continue from where I left off. I-am-pleased.

How long does it take for my hair to grow longer? I want it in the middle of my back so that I can get it straightened and recoloured. I was thinking to get it coloured to deep brown and blonde highlights or simple black with gold brown on the tips (Inspired from Salma Hayek in 'Kill Me Later'). What the hell, right? I'm spending my last teen years, so might as well enjoy while there is still time.

I'm going to nabbed the dvd player from Jadey's room and sink into a good flick. Some foreign flim. Or continue reading Essential Pre-Raphaelites. Excellent art pieces from the 18th century. Like Dante Rossetti, Sir John Everett Millais, William Holman Hunt. My all time favourite is Ophelia by John William Waterhouse. Tragic ending but a great subject.


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The Inner Miss Weasley. [16 Aug 2003|06:22am]
[ mood | hungry ]
[ music | U Don't Give a Damn About Me - Tyrese ]

(Reckon you know who I play as) Just finished updating my roleplaying journal. I swear, sometimes, I wish atleast one of them include me in their journals. Doesn't mean that if I don't go to chatlines where most of them bombard for hours that I don't exist or have feelings, in that matter.

One thing that you should know about my Ginny. My character has a fetish lust for this bloke - Vincent Lockhart. But anything to get him to wrapped around her for one day would be a bliss. He is a sexy beast. But then, better not to chase than to be chased, right? Girl must be play by the rules. The Hard-To-Get Rules. So what if it takes longer than you expected? When the best thing comes, you'll be thanking it. It's touching to see what blokes could do to get your attention.

I don't have any ideas what to say. Supposed to be watching S.W.A.T with Jadey and drool over oil-ed up LL Cool J but that spooty phone reservation failed on us. Nada on ticketso! When everything fails - improvise. Like dragging Jadey to stop by at the new Ikea spot and buy a nice shelf for my poor, messed-up table. It's too much! I need a shelf! I need a space. *pushes Neat freak button*

I missed breakfast and it's lunch now. I'll grab something on the way out. Cheers.

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What's with all the greens? [15 Aug 2003|05:41pm]
[ mood | dizzy ]
[ music | Wishful Thinking - Duncan Sheik ]

I did put up an entry earlier but it was too vile to read. To not anger the natural order of things, I've deleted it and start on a brand-spanking new page.

Earlier today, I've snuggled in my comfortable bed and stare at the ceiling for a long time. Didn't move or speak. Just reminiscing the good times while the warm, soft blanket coiling around my shivering torso. What had happened to the Scooby Gang that I used to love and hate? Why does the favourite songs that we used to sing together still lingers in my clouded mind? (Note that our song was One Sweet Day by Mariah Carey & Boys II. How's that for a singing pitch?) Why does everything reminded me of my girl friends? When we are apart, everything is like a treasure. And when we're together, we just wanted to be left alone.

Mum bought me a delicious box of cornflakes cookies with extra ingredients; chocolate chip and raisins. It's laying there - unprotected, unsupervised. It's screaming my name to gauge on it. Challanging me with its hot, sizzling, beautiful position under the brightness of my table lamp. Curse those conscience on my shoulders. This is the price of living with health activists. They have this invisible collars around your neck since you were born and expands automatically as you mature. I cheated once on them and left my invisible collar for the chance to eat a big satisfying almond chocolate chip soft cookie behind their backs but was sounded when they saw me growing out of my "you look oh so skinny" clothes. Bah!

I'm getting knackered by just writing this and glaring down at the convinience on my left. I swear that I won't touch them until this Sunday. To end my misery, I shall drink water and watch CSI. Or fantasizing about Orlando Bloom (holding a chai latte with soya milk), Josh Hartnett and Brad Pitt (in his IWTV costume) feeding me oodles of brownies. Ouch.

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