muchlove <3

Oh my God! I am actually sleepy! I have not felt this way in so long!

I have attained Zen. Goodbye world, be well.

P.S I am even more Zen-ful (yeah, I like to create my own words. So?) now. I finally found the name of the photographer behind one of my most favourite series of photographs! Rene Guneriussen, you are truly lovely. Lovely like Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake- Scene Moderato.

Before anyone thinks I am a pretentious twat, listening to classical music and all.. Wait, I am a pretentious twat.

Slamatz!

Beethoven Symphony 5, Movement 1- Oh you made me jump.

[Dec. 21st, 2009|05:47 am]

CHEEBAI I had a long entry but I backspaced myself to this blank shit. I shall just cut the whole entry short and share with you a conversation that the voices in my head had before I head to bed where I will count unicorns (teeheehee) til I fall asleep.

Voice #1 : You think Facebook profile stalking is normal?
Voice #2 : Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh man. It is. Maybe the people you're stalking stalk you back.
Voice #3 : Fuck yeah it is normal, but your case is chronic. Get a life Yasmin. You are borderline creepy.
Voice #1 : (Ignores Voice #3 entirely) OMG VOICE #2 YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT!

With that, I went to untag many pictures of myself on Facebook. I was in fear of looking unglam (Aaactually, unglam is fine, as long as it isn't overly so and results in yourself being visually disturbing. Imran told me that it is good to have a few unglamourous pictures of yourself. It shows your "goofball" side. But they have to be nice-unglam pictures. So people would not be scared off. The wisdom of a 17 year old is astounding.) but more importantly, in fear of looking fat.

Iz calls it Facebook Paranoia. I call it partial insanity.

I also feel bad for spamming so many people's Facebook wall. Primarily Adel's. Sorry. I would like to attribute this to being trapped at home for over 24 hours (Damn you packing! (Speaking of packing, half my luggage space is taken up by my mom's teddy bear. Not a big deal but ha ha ha just sayin'.) Damn you flu bug!) but that is no excuse right? I was also probably more excited than I should be that he was in Kuala Lumpur. I was hoping I could live my very not secret desire of being in Kuala Lumpur through him.

I have so many issues. Maybe I should count my issues to sleep instead of counting unicorns. But why would I do that? Unicorns are way prettier.

It is 5:43am. I should be asleep. In less than 12 hours, I would be queing up at the Imigrasi line in the Soekarno-Hatta Airport after hovering in midair for approximately 2 hours. Second time this month. I can hardly wait.

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[Dec. 20th, 2009|06:05 pm]

I just saw something. And...
SOO

CUTE

OMG

Makes me go "Squeeeeee!"

[Dec. 20th, 2009|03:25 am]

This is beyond me! Why would anyone reject Gael Garcia Bernal? Or a character Gael Garcia Bernal plays? So so so adorable when he speaks English.

Things will turn out the way you want. If you could just stop doubting that I love you.

What a bizarre show. I love it. I like anything that has Gael Garcia Bernal in it. I am biased. I don't care. I feel the same way about Colin Farrell movies- except that one with Tom Cruise in it. Boring.

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I went for a play with Danny today. Nadirah. I liked it very much. I also like the yummz that I saw.

Also, it made me realise that despite having lived/survived (almost) 21 years (20 years 362 days to be slightly more accurate, I did not bother to take into consideration leap years and stuff like that), I don't know Singapore very well. I went to the Substation for the first time today and the area around it seems pretty.

I have used up 5 pocket-sized packets of tissue, 1 regular box, and 2 handbag sized tissue packets. The skin around my nose burns. I have errands to run before leaving for Jakarta on Monday. I doubt I'd get around to doing them.

My birthday hasn't even passed but I already know what I want my New Years' resolution to be. It is simple. I just want to be able to fall asleep before sunrise for 95% of 2010.

A heart that sighs has not what it desires.

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[Dec. 20th, 2009|03:13 am]

I really should be asleep by now.

[Dec. 19th, 2009|05:44 am]

Taken from an entry written in June 2009-
Except I was very sad during the drive there. As soon as it was 5pm on Friday evening, I really became very sad! I was supposed to be watching awesome bandz performing but I wasn't. And I finally dug up enough money to accompany Iz on Saturday but couldn't anymore.

This was about the random family trip to Kuala Lumpur.

Zomg, I am beginning to think that I will never get to see any of the live shows that I really want to watch (or have been meaning to watch, of have been looking foward to, or anything, you get my drift) because Kuala Lumpur gets in the way! In one way or another.

A fucking city! Of all things. Coincidence or not, it is still bloody weird.

Technology creeps me out.

[Dec. 19th, 2009|05:13 am]

My mind is blown. Who knows who, who does who. Blown away I tell ya.

It is amazing how we are all somehow interconnected. And yet, in actuality, we don't truly know anyone.

You think you hard, you think I'm soft.

[Dec. 19th, 2009|01:41 am]

It has been a while since I posted here. It has been a while since I felt this upset.

In an ideal situation, I would be preparing to go to bed in PJ Hilton, Kuala Lumpur, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the ATC boys the next day because I am cool and nice enough to book a room for them in the same hotel. I love going to Kuala Lumpur so much and having friend(s) (technically, I only know Adel) in the same hotel would have made it even more fun. Instead, I am here in my bed/mattress that reeks of sick-person-smells and listening to Sade's By Your Side (Reggae remix, because I am a minah like that).

The headache I got after crying 2 tissue packets worth of tears is still lingering.

I was (and am still) terribly upset, but I didn't think I was lame enough to cry that much. (I loved the time I spent with the Gurliezxs on Thursday very much. Why am I including this in parenthesis here? Because I love the excessive usage of brackets (I shall demonstrate this point again if it isn't already obvious) and during the time we spent in Cindy's car, we shared stories of crying for no apparent reason.) But apparently I am. I think it is just the hormones. All pent up inside me for 2 months. Won't you just function properly already dear pituary glands?

Now, I shall seek consolation in the DVD that I bought over a week ago. In Bruges, here I come. Don't fail me nao old love. (Old Love = Colin Farrell!)