Mojo Gone Mojo Gone HELP
SO the house is ready. I think I said that a few weeks ago, but this is the first time I've spent a whole week there. For those of you who think that I've moved, I haven't. I'm alternating between homes, houses, whatever. Theres no place like home in GOMBAK.
With that being said, maybe I just need more time to get used to the new place and the absence of my beloved father, who I just had chocolate chip cookies with. Yum.
Then again I would always be returning here, on a weekly basis, maybe even more after I get my license. Which reminds me that I should be getting my ass up to wasting 6 hours of my life in an undang lecture. And the next 5 hours in some practical lecture. Apparently. I have no idea. Neither do I care.
Okay. So about my new room. Its great. Besides the fact that I'm not allowed to paint a feature wall, red, in particular. Then again artists like me (I'm an artist in many other ways that does not include DRAWING because I simply can't) always have ways and ideas for a little room spicing up, all we need is inspiration right? So I have an idea. I want an avant garde look for my room. Something like what Karl Lagerfeld would do to a simple dress, I want to do to my room. Its great for now, simple and WHITE (dammit). Which lead me to choose a colour scheme of red, black and white. Don't even bother asking why I didn't choose pink. I don't even wear pink. Pink is overrated. I hate it. Pink velvet headboards, pink wall paint, pink lights, yeargh.
Pink suede pumps on the other hand, can win me over anyday. I am lalang. Hate pink, love pink.
Then again we will leave the topic of colour for another day. So there. I have a low bed (I love low beds they dont make noise when you're frolicking around in the thralls of passion under your sheets, or not. haha.) with cushioned headboards in a rather japanese design in bright red, red floor rug, red loveseat, red workchair for my workstation. Its a sexy room. It is. And I'm going to make it sexier.
I'm thinking organza, in black, maybe midnight purple. Currently I'm using curtains that my mom chose for the whole house which is a near gold colour which I think just looks like crap (only because I'm fussy about the colours in my room). There is so much to be modified and glammed up that I refuse to call my room complete.
Organza curtains, I love organza. Organza is sexy. I've even considered sheer organza canopy drapes for my bed from the ceiling but I just remembered that I want to mount a huge mirror above my headboard. Hehe. Mirrors are sexy.
I like a room that is cosily cluttered, and right now its just a little bare. I haven't even had time to go shopping for deco items yet. Organza lampshades. Flowing egyptian silk sheets, barenaked figurines, fuzzy blankets, a new hi-fi set, damn I can't wait till SPM is over.
I've even dedicated a one part of my workstation wall to music. I just haven't found the right images of artists that deserve that wall. I'm looking for Jimmy Page and the rest of Led Zeppelin, Michael Jackson, Bob Marley (definitely), The Rolling Stones, Ella Fitzgerald, Guns and Roses, Janis Joplin, Lil Kim's nipslips, etc, haha.
I found the heaven of old school vinyl records which is the Amcorp mall Sunday flea market. I've never been that excited in a long long time, probably since the time I found that lingerie corner in Tangs, Pavillion.
One of the guys offered me two Michael Jackson albums for only 100 bucks, Thriller and Bad. Are you kidding me? Thriller and Bad, the collectors vinyl records for only a hundred, thats deal thats a damned deal right there. But I had no money. He said it. Nobody my age appreciates music like that anymore. Nobody my age appreciates the sounds of an old school vinyl record and I deserved those collectors records for nothing more than a hundred.
What a pity. I didn't even have 50 with me that day. And my mom doesn't appreciate music like I do, and I could just cry now remembering how heartbreaking that was, not being able to take them home. =(
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Went to MOS the other night and I couldnt have cared less about dancing with shoes on, I spent the rest of the night after that puking my guts out in the end anyway. I had one shot.
Go on, laugh.
I still love tequila! MMMmmm.
Have I mentioned how annoying it is, when there are people my age that have never ever stepped into a club before but yet talk and act like theyre "yeng" and think that they can get in without a problem? Then the next thing you know, they're calling from outside the club because they got refused the entry.
And let it be clear, that it doesnt mean you can get in once means you can get in everytime, especially for guys. Never been clubbing but want to go to MOS. Never been clubbing but want to talk like you know shit. Never witnessed the chaos of having to go around borrowing another person's ID because you're underaged and having to line up and push your way through the crowd sometimes, yet still want to talk like you can whack the bouncers up. Fucking annoying kids. Please grow up abit first la. Some of which even tried to get me or Sundeep to let them come along when the both of us know how strict and difficult it is even for us. What more for people who have never been clubbing and don't know what its like and dont have id, and don't know how to dress or don't know anybody who can help if something were to happen or even worst, are real kids.
Its not cool, its not something to brag about. Its just fun. Its just fun that allows you to let loose and dance, and go crazy with your friends without inhibiting yourself. Then theres idiots who think I go clubbing so I'm cooler than all you lame shit asses. Stupid.
With that being said, maybe I just need more time to get used to the new place and the absence of my beloved father, who I just had chocolate chip cookies with. Yum.
Then again I would always be returning here, on a weekly basis, maybe even more after I get my license. Which reminds me that I should be getting my ass up to wasting 6 hours of my life in an undang lecture. And the next 5 hours in some practical lecture. Apparently. I have no idea. Neither do I care.
Okay. So about my new room. Its great. Besides the fact that I'm not allowed to paint a feature wall, red, in particular. Then again artists like me (I'm an artist in many other ways that does not include DRAWING because I simply can't) always have ways and ideas for a little room spicing up, all we need is inspiration right? So I have an idea. I want an avant garde look for my room. Something like what Karl Lagerfeld would do to a simple dress, I want to do to my room. Its great for now, simple and WHITE (dammit). Which lead me to choose a colour scheme of red, black and white. Don't even bother asking why I didn't choose pink. I don't even wear pink. Pink is overrated. I hate it. Pink velvet headboards, pink wall paint, pink lights, yeargh.
Pink suede pumps on the other hand, can win me over anyday. I am lalang. Hate pink, love pink.
Then again we will leave the topic of colour for another day. So there. I have a low bed (I love low beds they dont make noise when you're frolicking around in the thralls of passion under your sheets, or not. haha.) with cushioned headboards in a rather japanese design in bright red, red floor rug, red loveseat, red workchair for my workstation. Its a sexy room. It is. And I'm going to make it sexier.
I'm thinking organza, in black, maybe midnight purple. Currently I'm using curtains that my mom chose for the whole house which is a near gold colour which I think just looks like crap (only because I'm fussy about the colours in my room). There is so much to be modified and glammed up that I refuse to call my room complete.
Organza curtains, I love organza. Organza is sexy. I've even considered sheer organza canopy drapes for my bed from the ceiling but I just remembered that I want to mount a huge mirror above my headboard. Hehe. Mirrors are sexy.
I like a room that is cosily cluttered, and right now its just a little bare. I haven't even had time to go shopping for deco items yet. Organza lampshades. Flowing egyptian silk sheets, barenaked figurines, fuzzy blankets, a new hi-fi set, damn I can't wait till SPM is over.
I've even dedicated a one part of my workstation wall to music. I just haven't found the right images of artists that deserve that wall. I'm looking for Jimmy Page and the rest of Led Zeppelin, Michael Jackson, Bob Marley (definitely), The Rolling Stones, Ella Fitzgerald, Guns and Roses, Janis Joplin, Lil Kim's nipslips, etc, haha.
I found the heaven of old school vinyl records which is the Amcorp mall Sunday flea market. I've never been that excited in a long long time, probably since the time I found that lingerie corner in Tangs, Pavillion.
One of the guys offered me two Michael Jackson albums for only 100 bucks, Thriller and Bad. Are you kidding me? Thriller and Bad, the collectors vinyl records for only a hundred, thats deal thats a damned deal right there. But I had no money. He said it. Nobody my age appreciates music like that anymore. Nobody my age appreciates the sounds of an old school vinyl record and I deserved those collectors records for nothing more than a hundred.
What a pity. I didn't even have 50 with me that day. And my mom doesn't appreciate music like I do, and I could just cry now remembering how heartbreaking that was, not being able to take them home. =(
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Went to MOS the other night and I couldnt have cared less about dancing with shoes on, I spent the rest of the night after that puking my guts out in the end anyway. I had one shot.
Go on, laugh.
I still love tequila! MMMmmm.
Have I mentioned how annoying it is, when there are people my age that have never ever stepped into a club before but yet talk and act like theyre "yeng" and think that they can get in without a problem? Then the next thing you know, they're calling from outside the club because they got refused the entry.
And let it be clear, that it doesnt mean you can get in once means you can get in everytime, especially for guys. Never been clubbing but want to go to MOS. Never been clubbing but want to talk like you know shit. Never witnessed the chaos of having to go around borrowing another person's ID because you're underaged and having to line up and push your way through the crowd sometimes, yet still want to talk like you can whack the bouncers up. Fucking annoying kids. Please grow up abit first la. Some of which even tried to get me or Sundeep to let them come along when the both of us know how strict and difficult it is even for us. What more for people who have never been clubbing and don't know what its like and dont have id, and don't know how to dress or don't know anybody who can help if something were to happen or even worst, are real kids.
Its not cool, its not something to brag about. Its just fun. Its just fun that allows you to let loose and dance, and go crazy with your friends without inhibiting yourself. Then theres idiots who think I go clubbing so I'm cooler than all you lame shit asses. Stupid.
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so whens housewarming? :)
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