it's too bad people aren't happy and smiling all the time

I don’t know if it is normal or not, but I feel somehow down in the dumps knowing that November is going to end soon. I love November, obviously because it is my birthday month, and who doesn’t love their birth month? There’s still a little number who doesn’t, but most of people do love it, and I’m no exception. So, this November is going to end soon, and December is on the horizon, waiting to turn up.

Lately, I’ve fallen head over heels for black colored outfits. Black will never go wrong, and it mostly go well with everything you wear. Truth to be told, I am totally captivated by its mysteriousness and neatness. Simply enthralling. This is what I wore dedicated to best color ever: Black.

P.S I wish I could wear black for the rest of my life. Am currently contemplating to pass down my colored outfits to my sister. Pointless, I know.

all the right friends in all the wrong places

Was hanging out with my family last Friday. It was a real great time, well, have I ever mentioned how much I love them. It’s so much obvious that I’m a family person, but not a sweetheart kind.

My father had his day off, so did my mother, hence they decided to take all the family went on outing. Rest of the day was dedicated to shop, eat, and fun. On the way back home, my mother said that she wants to watch 2012. I haven’t watched the movie myself, and I’m not interested actually, but because my mom insisted to watch 2012, so we went to the cinema. Unfortunately, all the tickets were sold out. My mom a bit upset; I could see clearly there was a big disappointment in her eyes.

In order to cheer my mother up, my brother recommended Ninja Assassin to watch. At first, my mother was kind of anxious if Ninja Assassin would turn into something as good as everyone’s comment about how spectacular 2012 was. We still bought the tickets and watched the movie after all. And you know what? My mother was very satisfied with the movie. Yeah, she was really pleased, though there were a lot of bloody and chopping off scenes, she still did enjoy watching it.

Speaking about the Ninja Assassin itself, all I can say is, what a GREAT GREAT GREAT gory thriller it is, in my smart-ass opinion for sure. I’ve never been Rain’s number one fan actually, and he was never been my most favorite, but I don’t know, something about him totally amazed and stunned me and I somehow became his secret admirer by now. Perhaps it’s the fact that he is a singer, and I’ve never expected he could act in a film plus do all the martial arts movement suavely. Oh Rain, you’re definitely a debonair hunk I would love to be locked in my room forever.

P.S I am happy, though assignments and the forthcoming final exams seemed to hate seeing me any happier.

i will love you 'till you die, my almost lover

Did I make it hard for you mother? I haven’t been a good daughter, have I?

I am sorry, that’s all I could say to you. I am sorry; I couldn’t even hear my voice as I sobbed myself to sleep. I am sorry for letting you down, but my heart is hurting, and this bruises is fucking pained. Did I hurt you, mother? As I wrote this writing down, I wept my bitter tears thinking of you might shed tears on the quiet. How much I did you wrong, mother, I despised myself for losing my temper over small matter that should have mean nothing to us.

I remember times we argued. They were rough, all wet, and nightmares. I yelled at you like a mental patient, pointed at you as I screamed and cried out. You yelled back at me, we fell into sharp and aggressive quarrels. I was bursting with anger and agony; I couldn’t help myself to hold back but cursing myself for hell. How much I wish I could turn back times. Looking back on those memories makes me totally feel contrite and sorry. I am a bad daughter; I know it in the first place.

P.S I love you, mom. We might sometimes get into a bitter and hurtful fight, but you have to know, that no matter what, you’re still my dearest mother, and I love you so.

I am sorry for this underrated post, people. I know that I’m being weird and somehow eerie, but this is the other element of me. And another information, I’m not trying to gather attention from you, people. I just want to share what I’m feeling on the inside. That's all. I'm sorry if I'm making you sick. Please, just take it.

We'll talk later. I promise you the cheerier of me for the next post.

source: 莫方's photostream

love you more X

Happy. I’m so happy beyond all words could describe. I got surprise presents from my dearest friends. Oh my, I feel so much blessed, and I thank them abundantly for giving me birthday gifts, particularly for being concerned enough to give me presents on my special day. I couldn’t ask more, this moment is priceless. I love my friends so much; to me they are irreplaceable.

P.S to all bloggers out there, thank you for all the birthday greetings. I really appreciate it. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

I found my new LOVE.

Have to get back study. See you around, people.

XOXO, novita.

get born, grow up, discover the world, discover yourself

I love my yesterday, I love my birthday, well who’s on earth doesn’t? Might be no one, so yeah, I love my birthday, specifically November 22^nd. I am officially 19 now, and though I can’t feel any disparities between being 18 and 19, I am enjoying being 19, and feeling it by now. Oh well, what did I say just now? I think I’m losing my mind, need to grab my pills immediately.

My mom woke me up at about 7.00 A.M or around, greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. I was half awake, that I didn’t even realize that I was walking toward her with both closed eyes. She was in the rush to go to work, so she just said happy birthday and left. Simple, but I still thank her for remembering my day. My sister showed up, and greeted me with happy birthday saying as well. My brother wasn’t at home, he left early morning to attend his mandarin class, and my father, I think he was just too busy with his work. Not a big deal actually, at least, he said happy birthday when he came home. It’s better late, than never I guess.

Weird things happened as the day went on. I got my chance to watch my current favorite music channel, which is channel V, all Sunday. It was kind of weird, because in common days, the TV channel is dominated with only news. Oh well, I’ll take it as my birthday excuse anyway. The second weird thing is, my mom didn’t get angry when I asked her to make me a blazer. Truth to be told, it was bizarre, because my mom used to get irked every time I talked about my fashion related stuffs. The third, which is the oddest from all happenings, was my sister bought me a present. Oh my God. You might think it is common for your sibling to buy you a present on your birthday, but in my case, it isn’t. We don’t have any tradition to buy present for each family’s member, so I think it seemed to be somewhat surreal.

Talking about the present itself, do you know what my sister bought me? It was Body Shop Lip and Cheek Stain. I’m overjoyed beyond words. Thanks a lot, sister.

P.S My sister is also celebrating her Chinese lunar birthday, so we share the same birthday cake.

turning 19

Saturday is here already, people. Oh my, how fast the days go by, sometimes it makes me doubt as if I were living a life or not, though the fact is I definitely am still living and breathing as a human being. So tiring, but I think that’s what life supposed to be. Oh my, I feel like I’m already fifty something, though I’m only 18 (turning 19 tomorrow) in real life.

So speaking about age, I am turning nineteen by tomorrow. I’m pretty excited, but not really much, considering to the fact that I’m one step older, and I will be soon no young anymore. Oh, hell, this thought of being 19 is haunting me. Well, you might think I’m exaggerating ‘being 19’ things, and you wish you could slap me in the face, but please, let me tell you the thing about being 19, besides being old and no longer young.

As for myself, being nineteen means I am not eighteen no more, and number 18 was something else in the past. Sounds silly, well, I can’t help, because that’s the fact. Another year has passed me by, brought me into what I called memories, good or bad. There are lots of joyous laughs, numerous fucking hurts scars and bruises, bittersweet tears to wipe and forget, loads of painful argues and misunderstandings, and all sorts of things. I made friends with new people in college, not to mention I’m forgetting my old ones (still loving and missing you guys), reconcile with my family and got closer than I’ve ever been in lifetime, and of course fell in and out love over and over again.

Oh, 18, I love you so, but it’s time to let you go. You’ve been a good year to me, and I sincerely thank you for everything happened, happiness or sorrow, and memories left for me to embrace forever. This isn’t goodbye, because you will forever be the part of me. I won’t trade you for anything in this world, but I never want to have another 18 nonetheless. Just be my only one, and I’ll keep you forever. So sad, but I won’t let this tears fall, I can’t let you see my swollen face in dealing with this separation. So as we wave our goodbye hand, I wish you had an endlessly good sleep in my memory casket.

P.S This desperate heart is still waiting for someone out there to realize how much it loves him. One day he said hello, and this heart burst with buzzes and thrills.

Spoiler: I wrote this writing down at Saturday, November 21^st 2009, but I got the chance to post it on November 22^nd 2009.

daul kim

Daul Kim. 20. Top model. RIP.

She’s so much beautiful. I've just started to love her, and now, she is dead. I’m at a loss for words.

P.S I miss you, hey old friends. So sad.

source: fashion gone rogue

that's not my name. that's what people call me to poke fun at me. please, don't make it hard for my heart.

Hello, people, how’s your day? My day was okay. Tuesday has treated me well, not so special, but so far it was quite fine. I am basically in a good mood right now, and things are under control. There’s not much to say actually, I just want to write down something about random thing, though it seems like I’m the one clueless here. Oh well, I don’t have anything to bring up; I bet it’s pretty obvious.

P.S I want to go shopping. Dreadfully. Anyone, take me out, please.

here i am, look at me

Daul Kim by Kate Bellm

Lurve Fall/Winter 2009

School is being mean. Lots of assignments are waiting for me, ready to eat me alive. Oh my God, they’re driving me crazy, do I have to scream all these stresses out? I am not going insane yet, though it seems like I am about to. Sigh.

By the way, I kind of frustrated with my blog’s post. I really wish I could take photo of myself more often, but I found myself awfully hard to manage the right camera position since I don’t have any tripod with me. I need help, like seriously, I need one.

P.S I’ve got back to study. Production Planning and Inventory Control. Sounds interesting? Well, believe me, it definitely is not.

source: fashion gone rogue

a little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell

I just got back from the madness party ever in my lifetime. It was my early birthday party actually, which I hold together with my three other friends who also share the same birth month. I feel so much happy right this moment, that I had a real fantastic and amusing night. Oh well, I wish the time would just stop so I could have all this happiness forever. I am not crying yet, though I feel like I’m going to.

So, here I am, writing to share my happiness, and thanking all of my friends for the participation in this party. Thank you so much. It seems like there’s no word could designate how much I thank you all people. You guys are rocking my world.

Oh my, I think my head is a little bit dizzy because of the alcohol I drank up. It might be the sign for me to get some rest, so people, goodbye. We’ll talk later.

P.S These are some photos of me, playing up with random outfit. So pointless, but who cares?

electric blue is a new black

Life is going well so far, kind of ordinary, but okay. Everything’s under control, and I’ve finished my engineering economy paperwork for tomorrow. It feels so much good, though I still have to run my eyes over chapter nine of engineering economy book. Kind of lazy, but I’ve got to get on with this job, wish me luck.

These are some photos I took by Mac’s photo booth. There’s not much actually. Just an ordinary black tank and blue blazer match with black pants. Oh well, who cares on what I wore, I don’t care about it so much either.

It’s time to get back study. So people, see you around. Let’s talk later.

P.S I am currently thinking to buy a shoe. High heels, no?

stop. breathe. and cry if you must.

Hello, people. How’s your day going lately? Mine isn’t so good as I expected. Well, Monday has never befriended with me, believe me, I always try my best to be, at least, a Monday person, but I always screw it up and it’s not totally my fault actually. Tuesday, oh well, it failed me as well. I don’t know if the rest of the weekdays would be as sucks as these two past days. I wish they were better.

Assignments are draining the life out of me. I hate assignments, but I have to think positive. Assignments are made to make the students practice and study. Be positive, be positive.

It’s late already, and I desperately need to rest up, so bye, people. See you.

Zuzana Gregorova by Jimmy Backius

source: fashion gone rogue

sometimes i wish it was over, but it's not. i still can feel it.

Things got hectic lately, made me somehow turned into a busy bee, which I literally hate, and I even more hate it, when I started to whine and gripe about it, as if there were nothing I can do. Plus, the fact, that I don’t feel any inspired, isn’t helping me either. What such a waste.

P.S What I need by this moment: Good music, tea, holiday, and be alone.