Revenge Is Best Served Cold

One day I will be someone. I will have power. I will have recognition. When I do, I know who I am going to aim for and I will make sure I ruin their family, just like they have ruined my happiness. I have the strings and contacts to get to them, now all I need is the power. You are a very easy target, now all I need to learn is how to aim...and buy weaponry.

Nobody else is going to be able to do it. It's up to me.

Sometimes I wish my life was like fanfiction; so bloody ridiculous but it all ends up well.

Hey at least fanfics are better than Twilight.


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Laura Ashley Comes Back To Haunt Me

9 more days before my aunt arrives - I cannot wait for the pork pies, my Cadbury snowflakes, stuff from Topshop and of course, my mother's washing detergent. Can't forget that, or else she'll emo/rant about it for a month. Everytime you tell her that there's no difference between detergent in Malaysia and detergent from London, she'll go on and on at how it IS different, how it SMELLS different, how it FEELS different, how the PACKAGING is different yada yada yada.

Well, at least my clothes are washed with detergent flown in from London. :)

I watched A Christmas Carol today. The moment Scrooge mentioned Camden Street I really just wanted to hop on the plane and get myself to Camden Market. ♥♥♥♥ We were supposed to go this year, but got pushed aside by Taiwan and besides my mother rationalized, we'll be there in time for the Olympics.

In my heart I knew that 2 years ago I wanted nothing more than to finish college and go back to LDN to start uni. Right now I don't know if I still feel the same way. I mean sure, yes, I do want to go....but maybe not so soon.

.....because who is going to provide and play board games with me there? >:P


On another unrelated note, when I was younger my mother used to love dressing me in all these frou-frou like Laura Ashley dresses. I actually do have a memory of myself on a swing in Hyde Park wearing one of my floral LA dresses and sun hat (WHICH I FOUND AT A SHOP TODAY. I AM GOING BACK TO BUY ASAP!!!!) and then falling down and cutting my knee but that's really not important to you.

Thing is when I grew up I wanted nothing to do with those granny floral dresses. I wanted to be cool, to be Mary-Kate and Ashley my idols (lol) and I wanted to burn, baby, burn those granny curtains (okay, give them to charity. See, I'm so generous!)

And now I want floral jeans. :(
Or floral Doc Martens (which I also refused to wear when I was younger but my aunt bought them for me anyway.In Camden Market. OMG SO SAD).

I really should shoot myself for not taking those things the moment the opportunity came.



I hate myself sometimes. So to make myself feel better, I bought a Union Jack bag just to make me smile. It kind of reminds of Lily Allen. Heeeeee.


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Blahbla-ida!

A very HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY to Miss Rachel Yau!!!!!!!

I know this post is like a few minutes late, but I didn't forget okay!! Anyway woman, when are you like bloody free because you never seem like you are. You just tell me when and I will set the date. I will even let you drive (if your parents do, haha)!

It's funny how we started as enemies and now you're like the Korean drama referral to my mother and I am your bloody personal statement proof-reader. By the way, PLEASE STOP COPY-PASTING YOUR ESSAYS. YOU ARE GOING TO GET CAUGHT FOR PLAGIARIZING ONE DAY. Don't lah write your essays so last minute. Anyway, I hope your essay gets you in then we'll both be in the UK together! :D :D

Cause nobody wants to be Down Under. :P

Haha, I cannot tahan, I felt like this picture had to be posted. I got Aurora, Vivian got the Prince and you were stuck in the middle. But it was an awesome day, in an awesome country at the happiest place on Earth, Disneyland!! :D :D


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Hello World

After this month, I am going to take ALL the money I earned for October and spend it on new clothes. My mind tells me that I need it.

After the superstar disaster, I'm not sure if I should plan our gift exchange. I feel like some people don't deserve it, but I feel mean if I only invite the people I like.

OMG NICOLE IS FEELING MEAN. IS THAT NEW??!

Met with an old friend on Friday. We started off sitting together in primary school, met up once in Form 1, lost contact, re-connected in Form 4 where we coincidentally got into the same Econs class and now here we are again, bonding over games and Glee.

I need to see how I feel right now. I'm feeling weird, maybe it's because I've been coming home at the wee hours of the morning for 2 days (5/6am). My friend used to tell me her brother would come home at 3am and I'd wonder to myself, "What the hell can one do till so late?"

Famous last words.

Yup, I still have not started on my overdue Socio assignment. FML. But Figaro has been repaired! REJOICE PEOPLE!! I can finally finish up my photography assignment!


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Kids

I thought that I'd have grown out of it. Now that my dad has finally shut up about me always being snooty and unfriendly to people I thought I would be okay. I know I was okay. But of course it had to come. I have to learn to fucking control myself. It can't get as bad as before. I learned to shut up. I learned to know consequences.

But sometimes people make it so fucking hard for me to be fucking nice. I hate being considerate. I hate being friendly to people I don't care about.

I do not mind if you are incompetent. But when you are incompetent at bloody common sense then I start to realise that common sense is really not very common at all.

Goodbye is so hard to say. Guess what? Good riddance isn't.


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Doo-De-Doo, Life's Great

Today only further cemented my suspicions that I am the only one who will succeed in life.

Just watch me.


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I Am A Tree

...literally. I guess you could say that's how I pose as well, but remember I am self delusional and I will reach my goal to make this happen and make my MARC JACOBS dreams come true!

Even if it means embarrassing myself along the way or creating those gossipy whispers, "She can be a model?Puh-lease!" then SO BE IT.

I have thick skin. I am a tree after all.

So another day, another photo shoot.

With Sabrinaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! :D


Miley Cyrus was Pocahontas for Halloween. We don't celebrate that here in Malaysia and look!! I AM POCAHONTAS TOO!

Now where is my hot John Smith! With his British accent! BRING HIM!
With the photographer, Michael. He has a cool last name, it's Cools. OMG ISN'T THAT LIKE COOL? MICHAEL COOLS. I cannot tahan.


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I Am Legend

I feel flattered and insulted at the same time.

Like hel-lo, I am not in my late 20s!!!!! I am not even in my 20s!! I JUST TURNED 18 IN MAY FOR GODSSAKE. WHAT THE HELL.

And I am not 50kg!!! I am 45kg!

And Isabel isn't Malay, she's Chindian. Muaha.


But at least they said my service was Legendary. There was some elaboration on my LEGENDARY service, but I don't want to post it because I feel that I have mengada-ed enough on this blog.

:)


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...not.

Sexist

I'm not a sexist towards my own gender but really, if I hear a female's voice on a plane I would feel a little bit queasy.

Hello, it's called a cockpit for a reason. Duh.


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No Lady Gaga

I got arrested on Tuesday.

...by the fashion police.

Photo credits,
Makeup, hair and photographer: Inessa Wong
Makeup, artistic styling: Kaze


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