The Story of Carla Bruni

Listen to the First France Lady sings. And read the biography of the real life Cinderella HERE, you would believe that fairy tales can actually comes true.

 

 

 

 

 

the fairy tale source from {last.fm}

To Patrick

It’s St. Patrick Day!

A day for great food, great friends and the goodness of Guiness! And we shall all treat St. Patrick Day as a reeeeeeeal holiday.

Can you spot the smiling face on of Guiness?

p.s: I can’t find my St. Patrick leprechaun hat FML.

 

Sometime Love Just Ain’t Enough, an oldies sang by Patty Smith and Don Henley. This song been playing over and over in my head this few days.

 

 

“There’s a danger in loving somebody too much, and it’s sad when you know it’s your heart you can’t trust.

There’s a reason why people don’t stay where they are. Baby, sometimes love just ain’t enough.”

Day 03

03.02.10

累了。把心关了，休业一天。

 

 

 

p.s,

可不可以一直任性下去？

害怕

当爱 放不下的时候

怎样也放不下来

一直一直走下去 是不是真的就可以遗忘

一天一天过去 记忆是不是就会因满载而被取代

 

这么久了 为什么那温柔还依然温暖

那模样还那么清晰

是我遗忘得不够努力

还是越想遗忘 就越是深刻

The Beep Beep Song

by Simone White

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
Go the horns in the cars in the street
We walked away from the lover's leap

Opposite directions
Synchronised feet

Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait
For the time it takes a heart to mend a break
How many moons are reflected in the lake
Can you wait forever if time is all it takes

Despite all the warnings
I landed like
A fallen star
In your arms

Beat beat beat beat beat beat beat
Goes my heart on the side of my sleeve
Whispering something I can hardly believe
Let me take the lead
Cos love is all we need

 

♥ I've tremendously fell for this uber cute song, a collaboration with Audi R8 Commercial (Click HERE to watch the clip).

 

Curling in bed, allowing Simone White's subtle tiny voice enveloped the atmosphere and blanket myself.

The weather was freezing, out there.

 

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep

She was still whispering, I melt into the fluffy sweet dream.

Well, it's Monday.

xoxo.

Natural Borned Actress

I think I do have the talent to be an actress you know, especially fit with those very very very very really kesian maximus role.

 

By reading some really really emo writings, by listening a really really sentimental song, by watching a really really grey tone-ish lonesome-full MV.

 

Tears, can just welled up like that, and then spill out. Simple as that.

 

Ignorance on surface, selfish in beneath

She yelled, it was soundless.

She extended her hands tried to reach him, yes he is there, still there. She felt his skin, his warmth, his tenderness, she saw him in colours.

So she shouted for his name. It was still no sound. Till she felt the sore in her throat getting numb and then got numb, eventually.

 

He smiled. She was utterly flattered. Butterflies in stomach, flipping fluttering.

She extended her hands to reach him, yes he is there, still there. She looked deep into these eyes which drew images of his mind, attempted to seek for those images that she missed the most. But not a trace of it was seen. Not a trace of it. She only saw images of him and himself.

And he smiled back, not saying a word.

 

She panicked. She whipped her mind out. She puts her minds into a box and placed it into his palm, solicitously. Thump thump thump thump. She looked deep into his eyes, hope against hope.

And he smiled back, not saying a word.

 

She torn her throat and yelled and cursed and she punched on him, in a mad whirl of hysteric. One minute it's love and suddenly it's like battlefield. A battlefield among her bare self and his armored self.

And he was still smiling back, not saying a word.

 

And she saw black and white swallowed up his vividness. He was fading, or blending into the background. Eventually unseen.

 

 

By speech it may be cruel, it may be even more frightening by ignorance in action.

When it doesn't seem right

1. Stop

2. Take a deep breath.

and then,

3. Start all over again.

 

It's gonna be alright, we just have to get over it, together.

 

 

If it doesn't work out, then let go.

365 days After Sharon's Birthday

It seems to be just a blink, 365 days passed.

It seems just yesterday, we were celebrating Sharon's 24th. Now comes another 19 June, it's Sharon's 25th.

So we agreed to have something quieter, simpler - no party no loud music no dance floor, just a getaway to Cameron Highland, just five of us.

So I'm leaving in few hours time, will be back in Sunday afternoon.

Happy Birthday, again. And stay happily ever after ♥

 

Reminds me that, last year about this time, I've been listening to Bossa n' Stones a lot a lot....

Angie

by Bossa n' Stones

Wtf I was damn 80's wasn't I? Listening to Rock n' Roll band while my mum upstairs playing pop unidentified songs. wtf.

But, yea I'm still like it now.

Chaoz. Enjoyz the weekend!

The Complete Picture

I'd finally completed the picture, getting ready to coat it on with a glossy layer, then frame it, display it and shine it into others' eyes.

Again, I crossed my fingers. Wish for the best.

Thank you ♥

 

Almost 24 hours since you've been gone. Already start cursing Manila hmmpf...

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Been listening to Iron and Wine a lot lately.

Samuel Beam is damn cool man... His lullaby roxx (you know I love lullabyish songs right?). His lyrics are not for any ordinary mankind to understand.

Enjoyz ♥

 

Naked As We Come

(Ugly Betty Season 3 soundtrack)

 

She says wake up, it's no use pretending
I'll keep stealing, breathing her
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending
One of us will die inside these arms

Eyes wide open
Naked as we came
One will spread our
Ashes round the yard

She says if I leave before you darling
Don't you waste me in the ground
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms

Eyes wide open
Naked as we came
One will spread our
Ashes round the yard

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The Trapeze Swinger

(In Good Company soundtrack)

Please, remember me happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin, the time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention

But please, remember me fondly
I heard from someone you're still pretty
And then they went on to say
That the pearly gates
Had some eloquent graffiti
Like "We'll meet again" and "Fuck the man"
And "Tell my mother not to worry"
And angels with their great handshakes
Were always done in such a hurry

And please, remember me that Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight, we'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world and then returned
And now you're lit up by the city

So please, remember me mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower
Calling passers-by but much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Gleam and resonate, just like the gates
Around the holy kingdom
With words like "Lost and found" and "Don't look down"
And "Someone save temptation"

And please, remember me as in the dream
We had as rug-burned babies
Among the fallen trees and fast asleep
Aside the lions and the ladies
That called you what you like and even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see a trapeze
Swinger high as any savior

But please, remember me, my misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain and chasing trains
The colored birds above their running
In circles around the well and where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter
So bright, on cinder gray, in spray paint
"Who the hell can see forever?"

And please, remember me seldomly
In the car behind the carnival
My hand between your knees, you turned from me
And said, "The trapeze act was wonderful
But never meant to last", the clown that passed
Saw me just come up with anger
When it filled with circus dogs, the parking lot
Had an element of danger

So please, remember me finally
And all my uphill clawing
My dear, but if I make the pearly gates
I'll do my best to make a drawing
Of God and Lucifer, a boy and girl
An angel kissing on a sinner
A monkey and a man, a marching band
All around a frightened trapeze swinger

Flightless Bird, American Mouth

by Iron & Wine

 

Been playing this song over and over again for the entire Sunday, the mellow melody comes with a sheer loneliness and gloomy within.

I don't really remember it as a soundtrack in Twilight the movie, I guess it shall be playing along the dancing scene of Edward and Bella in the school prom - An unconventional love, so sweet, yet so lost.

 

I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, American mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, American mouth
Big pill stuck going down

 

Strange lyrics, beautiful melody. I have totally no idea at all what's the lyric sings about. Some said it's infused with American political meanings, Try digest it, and tell me what it meant, will you?

 

♥ New Moon movie is coming up November 2009 and the world is now talking about it. Check out the trailer HERE ♥

Blog Hopping

♥ Random I

I love Ming's Blog. The top three finalist of Malaysian Dream Girl Season II.

I'm sure you'll love it too, if you love vintage, if you love heels and dresses and accessories and more attires.

Her blog roused my shopping itch, sinful one.

 

♥ Random II

Almost Lover

by A Fine Frenzy

A song that I sang a lot to myself during my heart broken period. A year plus later, I'm totally recovered, everything has been totally changed and unexpected, it's still as heart touching as ever - timeless.

From MissyCherrio blog I'd got to know about this girl - Tiffany Houng, 17 years old, young and talented, most importantly she sang my all time faved pieces.

 

 

♥ Random III

I do enjoy blog hopping, especially chicks' blog. Not to admire the extravagant glamorous lifestyle - I like reading about happy beautiful life, hate those blogs which can't stop rambling, exaggerating how hard how tough how sad how unfair life is.

Life's never fair, life's never perfect. Why choose to be a colour blind when you can still see the colours of rainbow?

Kennysia.com - Needless for me to intro, all Malaysians know how amusing he is.

Cheeserland.com - Needless me to intro, too. Most Malaysians know how hot she is. To be frank reading her blog sometimes raised my goose bumps, for being full of herself, and ultra bimbo-ish, and full of adverts. Trust me she has a brain too, bimbo sells and I'm still enjoy reading her blog okiee.

Nirachan - Hot Singapore blogger, less sizzling than the more famous Dawnyang and Xiaxue. But I prefer her way, like a soft, white breeze.

Lee Ming - My newly discovered favourite ♥

Miao - This Miao is not aileng miao. Is a cutie illustrated miao who I can't stop reading and smiling to it.

Jni - Another soft breeze for easy reading, Chinese blog all the way from UK. How ironic.

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Trust me I was thinking of more than only these. After a short break chit chatting with my family, my short term memory lost. FML. So don't care lah. Topic closed :p

 

♥ Random IV

06.06.09. Saturday night - Mambo Jambo-less Velvet.

The girl friends.

 

The boy friends.

 

Guests Of Honour from UK.

 

It says Mambo Jambo but for some reason last night they can't stop playing RnB. It must because of Ah Gong, his birthday nia.

 

It doesn't really bother anyway, we had fun still.

 

And kacauz.

 

Must be because of Ah Gong also, last night Velvet flood of foreign hotties. I wanna be as POW as them, too.

p.s: in case you don't get it, I'm the miao who admiring from below of the podium okie....

 

We wore almost the same attire hohoho  B>

 

Hey Mr.DJ turn the music on...

 

Nice table we had yea.

 

Last but not least...

♥ chao the maoz ♥

Journey

I've been calling Dell but they don't want to pick up my calls. I always thought that Dell famous with their after sales service. Baby said that's my luck.

So... I lost my camera cable, my laptop card reader can't work.

 

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Check out my new love. Don't underestimate Malaysia's talents, and how far they can go.

Bitter Heart

by Zee Avi

Credits to Eugene for the recommendation :)

p.s: The original version of MV has been taken out from youtube, let's settle down with the fan-made version.

 

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A new journey begun after this.

 

Our journey was short, but precious.

 

 

Every step is a lesson, no matter how fxcked up it was.

 

Good bye.

p.s: It's quite off, but Pork Knuckle in Jarrod & Rawlins Damansara Heights damn good okie.

Crispy, tender, juicy, yummy, what else?

Piggy oh piggy, I love your knuckle. xoxo.

He’s Just Not That Into You

Saturday the hang-out-day.

I went for the movie He’s Just Not That Into You in first hand, at the first weekend it’s shown.

*proud*

As bimbo as I am, I do always love chick flicks. I read mostly chick’s novels (and I’m really into it) and a little bit of inspirational quotes books, a little self-help to get rid of the human nature of magnifying problems of life.

But I’ve never bought this book. But yes I read a bit of it, in a very kia-su kiam-siap way you know how?

When I have a lot of spare time in book store, I just flip thru this book and have a giggle or a laugh of it, then place it back, grab another chick novel and chaoz. Still, this is a good book, a good piece of junk like chocolates or Lay’s or cheesecakes you get what I mean?

 

And yes I love this movie else I wouldn’t be spending time writing about it. Why?

1. What else? It’s a sweet confection of romance and it swirls emotions of most girls I’m sure.

2. Credits to the pleasant casts.

I probably have the weirdest taste not to like Ben Affleck. I found Justin Long as Alex in the movie is quite the charming. One for him having a slight look of Asian (I don’t understand, Wikipedia says he’s an American). Secondly his tone and voice and the American accent. That type of voice if he tells you to jump off the cliff you’ll get millions as reward and you’ll just jump with no doubt.

 

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Sunday the roll-bed-day

I watched the full series of Get A Mac Campaign Advertisements and I love it. Fyi I studied Advertising & Communication, I don’t watch commercials only when I wanted to buy something.

It consists 49 commercials in total if I’m not mistaken. Here’s a few personal favourites.

And a lot more…

Official Get A Mac Advertisement site HERE.

Get A Mac Ads @ youtube HERE.

 

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The song that can’t stop playing in my mind today.

♥ Endless Story

by Yuna Ito

Just Another Weekend

Kicked start my weekend with beautiful sunny shine brunch @ Schokolart Solaris. I abandoned garden salad that I’ve been craving for Salmon Sandwich. Stomach was too empty for green and it shouted for meat. I was indulged with very very richie Chocolates of Schokolart ♥

 

Moved on to Peek-a-boo The Curve and we all had our so-called director cut. After probably three years time having the very boring same extra long hair, I’ve finally…………

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Still having the very same hair style. I’ve cut it slightly shorter to get rid of the hopeless spilt ends and to trim it a lot more layered.

 

 

Thanks to the boy friend for stopping, otherwise you’ll be viewing a short hair aileng miao’s picture now.

 

Later of the afternoon, we settled ourselves at the not so many desserts Just Dessert The Curve. The menu is quite the turning off while we were expecting a lot a lot of soupy hot desserts while the rain was pouring and the weather was freezing.

 

We called off a girlie afternoon and continue my day with Saturday Velvet fever.

And I’ve had a most ridiculous Mambo Jambo night. Unbelievable.

And I don’t have any party picture here. Gerald kept it all and never upload wth.

 

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I’m not sure what happened on the Sunday morning. Because when I wokeup it’s already when the sun raised up in the middle of sky, that’s 3pm.

And it was pouring pouring and freezing. Again.

So I rolled myself in his favourite bluey blanky, letting Jazzy and Bosa Nova sang to me. And I was missing those weekends.

 

When the pouring start getting exhausted and drizzling weakly. I freed myself outa bed and went out for sundries shopping. Bought a huge tub of yogurt and a large pack of milk for myself. And I was missing those sharing moments.

 

For those who are gepoh, I’ve finally got my working bag from Charles & Keith.RM169.

 

Oh look at the clock, few more hours there goes my weekend. Another tough day tomorrow in work. I love weekends.

 

Another slumber playlist to share. She’s Meiko, an Indie American songwriter/singer who topped the iTunes Singer-Songwriter Songs chart.

Priscilla Ahn

Priscilla Ahn (born Priscilla Natalie Hartranft, 1984 - Korean-American) is an American musician, singer-songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist. Origin from Berks County, Pennsylvania, she adopted her mother's maiden name - Kay Hartranft.

A year after graduating from Tulpehocken Area High School, she moved to L.A to pursue her songwriting career in stead of going to college. It was advised by a college music professor, who recognized her skills from her plays in Coffee Houses and Open Mikes in the counties.

In early 2009, her beautiful harmony voice resonates on the romance comedy Bride Wars and fascinated me.

 

Check out her debut album - A Good Day, released on June 2008.

 

Pure and simple, embraced with beautiful voice and talent.

 

Some of Priscilla Ahn's tracks, especially in love with Dream and Lullaby. Enjoy :)

Snuffed

I've finally let go a one and a half year relationship yesterday. I actually relieved from the second I announced it, until the moment I walked out from the premise. Suddenly I can breath freely, I'm finally released. After a while, during the time I stuck in traffic jam all alone, a sudden reluctant rushed to my chest and I gasped. It's not as easy to let go than I've expected. Throughout this period, I lived with it's existence and it stays inside my veins.

It's over. I cherished what was given in this one year, four months time.

I found the lullaby which Edward wrote for Bella.

Isn't the most depressing that hopes have never exist, but given hopes and taken away. Nothing in the world can be as if it'd never existed.