Penny Lane

I just had popeyes with Faye on Thursday and already I'm crumbling slowly inside for more crunchy chicken skin and heaven-filled fries dipped in mashy mashy potatobombs. I'm so distraught with desire, I'm literally clutching my pearls. And by pearls, I mean my balls.

So Penelope Cruz was interviewed by Marion Cotillard (How awesome? Dizzie would love this.) in the latest Interview and much as I love my P.Cruz, I'm not so much feeling the pics.



Is it just me or do they look just a tad unsavory? It looks like she's one of those women who think its okay to catapult out of bed and straight into her diamonds and then proceed to commence her hectic daily routine of wriggling around the floor while swinging on chains and you're thinking, Umm are you gonna shower, madame? Because diamonds are neither scented nor do they magically expel hair-oilyness upon contact with your skin. Its true that you're uber gorgeous. But its hard to find you sexy when I'm deeply overwhelmed by a great great need to push you under a roaring showerhead.

Hey Boy

So I was digging out passport photos from the passport photo album (yes my inventory-crazed mom has such an album compiled) and I came face to face with this naughty little biatch.

I know right! Its like my mom didn't know the meaning of shopping for a bigger size!! If this isn't the most basic example of ketupatness, I don't know what is.

To Twi or not to Twi

I'm still so madly addicted to Marina & The Diamonds! I'm also still wondering if I'm gonna be watching that Twilight sequel actually. I'm NOT wondering if its gonna be a complete piece of trash or not, because I'm pretty sure it will be crapzilla. I'm just wondering if its gonna be trash I'd enjoy. Twilight New Moon is like a freakshow; you know its gonna be bad but then everywhere you go, everyone's gonna be talking about it and you don't wanna be totally left out when people spend 5 hours bitching about the movie and all you could say is, oh I'm basically 2 hours richer than all of you because I did not watch that horrendous mess of a movie. Which basically doesn't work out anyway because you're gonna be 3 hours poorer than everyone else in the end after just stoning there and losing out on all the constructive bitching without anything valid to contribute to the bitches of the round coffee table. I know its kinda sad that we live in a society where people bitch about movies for 5 hours straight but honestly, I'd rather that than bitching about other people. Haha okay I kid.

Sianz Zero

Omg I'm full from drinking coke zero. I know, its ridiculous. I eat santan and sambal all day long (like literally I ate fresh raw santan on my bubur pulut hitam today and to be quite honest the best part was the santan because I somehow just adore that santan taste, I've been adoring it ever since my mom banned santan from her cooking when my dad got high blood pressure or something) at my aunt's place and then I drink coke zero, how totally ironic right.

And guess what, today my jeans felt tight at the butt. *SIGH* I feel disgusting!

A Wrinkled Butt Is The Devil's Playground

Today was pretty awesome, esp with the constant CNN-esque updates from Faye on our upcoming BOYTRIPPP which I have to admit, made me wanna pee a little bit every time my phone vibrated, from pure adrenaline shooting through my electric veins. Everything about this BOYTRIPPP will be epic, ahhh mark my words, the masses (aka me) will be talking about it forlikeever.

My interview this morning went uhmm well and I've got a ton of crap to complete tonight. Luckily I had the best mini-nap today because for once, mom wasn't aware that I was in napland so she didn't bug me every 5 seconds to wake up because nanti muka sembab asik tido siang hari.

If you haven't, you NEED to check out that music video I posted earlier today and then check out Marina's earlier music on youtube. SHE IS OMGLY AWESOME! Tomorrow, I belong to the famzoidal unit (its the kids' holidays so mom and me are taking the little girls out to visit my aunt's place, which I lovingly refer to as the Santan & Sambal Expo, trust me, their cooking is not for the faint of heart, quite literally) and tomorrow night, I belong to my smooshbunny!

This is weird, I'm beginning to get really excited about our IT Club talk next week. Oh and I have an awesome pic of our Writing Workshop last week, it was such a major success this time round!!! Although like 3 people made smart-aleck comments about my sick-sick-sick tee. Okay I'm not gonna even pretend like this shirt wasn't meant to be attention seeking lah, but honestly I really did buy it mostly for the psychedelic-esque colours! And because it was only 10bucks at Pull&Bear haha.

Actually My Name's

Tomorrow is December. TOMORROW IS DECEMBER!!!

Eh. OMG NO ITS TODAY!!!

That's kinda crazy. But its okay, here's an awesome new song :)

100% Pure Sianz

So after a whole weekend of rocking my body to the beat of my boybitching bonanzas, life has descended upon me once again and I find myself lost in a sea of absolute massacre and mutilation. Well alright its not that bad, its just so obscenely tragic in its mundane vanillaness. I can't focus on anything when I don't have any specter of fabuluzness shining on me from a great great distance (that's friday); there's literally nothing to look forward to this entire week! Its times like these when I tend to get overly dramatic and zomg I'm doing it right now, aren't I. Oh life! How you sometimes so verily suckus to the maximus.

I can't really bitch about anything I did today because its kinda confidential (no, not scandalous-confidential, its more like highly-fatally-boringly-school-related-confidential that might cause you instant death from snoring so hard that your soul lifts off from your body completely after reading) unless if you count my various encounters of the psycho-mom sort.

Mom went to the dermie this morning for like a million years. So her friend calls and of course, she's not at home since she's off wandering the seven seas in search of skincare products made of sea creatures that I'd imagine she'd have to harpoon herself, and hence taking up hours of her time. And this friend happened to be THE chattiest maknenek who ever did live. I WANTED TO DIE omg sianz. Not only was I totally busy with confidential stuff on my laptop (no, not porny-confidential, again this was boring-school-related confidential), I was also death-defyingly hanging in suspense wondering if my coffee would have cooled too much by the time her gum-juices dry up.

Well alrightey, have a great new week peeps :)