love birds. they are like everywhere in november. the sweet month of november. but where are you huh?
it's funny. when two souls. when they meet. there are a possibility to be a unit. but then. somehow. there's rejection. even when the chemistry is right so right. so here they go again. searching. waiting. finding. hunting the next possibility. so where or what went wrong? i'm done waiting. hunting. finding. searching. it's a curse and i'll just deal with it. and live with it.
so it's not a sweet november. it's just the month of november.
cheers.
Tuesday, 7 November 2006
Sunday, 5 November 2006
day three. the kidnap.
i should have jotten down where i went, what i did, when i shit. but at that time it felt so annoying to do such things. even thou i bring my blue 3 stipe notebook that ayam gave me along everywhere. yet i didn't bother taking that out to jot down the details. now i feel so stressed thinking where i went. what i did. when i shit. and the camera dates aren't helping either. i think it's a nocturnal camera. so the dates are so screw up. bloody hell (this phrase reminds me of javine)
* anyways promised wendy that i'll try the train on the peek hour. read so much about it. so might as well try and endure it.
* even going to the train station was a hardcore for me. had to wake up so farking early. and i slept so late and i'm so exhausted for the walks.
* did i mention that it's bloody bright at 0500? mmm reminds me of bali. if you puasa here it's kinna good too. since the sun is down by 1630. me thinks. *smiles*
* so we rushed to the train station. and it looks normal to me.
wendy: knocks my head
me: ouch.
* ok so kunitachi is the second last stop for the chou line. so pratically nobody lives here. but to be fair the ammount of people does look relatively more today la.
* BOY oh BOY. it does seem pack. you just have to take my word for it. i can literally sleep while standing up. cool eh. haha.
* we then changed trains to avoid more traffic. i was like thinking... then you kidnap me early in the morning for what? cheh. also not shock one. i wanted to exprienced the face stuffed to the glass can.
wendy: knocks me head again.
me: OUCH!
* fine fine. so maybe i just wanted to see people's face being stuffed and not either of us.
* ghibli studio. is located near kunitachi. but i didn't go. i visited their website before i came here. and it states that i have to make an advance book of at least one month ahead. i'm like... SURE. i just might the next time. then wendy's sensei said no need already. last time used to. now nobody goes. serves them right. HA HA.
* we sat all the way in a comfy train. but according to wendy the japanese are getting smarter now. they know how to change train and wait a little longer to get the comfy train. they no longer walk according to schedule.
* yes walk according to schedule. ever read the undomestic goddess? where samantha sweeting clocks her every six minutes? japanese tend to look at their watch every few minutes.
* that's because they are so punctual. unlike us. malaysians. always a plus one hour time zone. even the bus arrives at the designated time. 1132 means 1132.
* so again here we are at shinjuku. i keep returning to this place. it's feels as if i work/study somewhere nearby already.
*i was left to wonder alone again. until wendy finishes her lesson. but this time. i'm here too damn early. there's nothing to do or see. damn.
* i walked around the old bunka area. ah feels like those typical japanese streets. like the ones you see in fast & furious.
* walked to yoyogi station. from shinjuku. geng right me. walk so much.
my camwhore moment.
if you think this is mad. wait till you see shibuya.
this feels like china.
* oh dang. i forgotten to snap a picture of the bicycle parking lot. it's HUGE! all the bicycles are parked there. crazy.
* then wendy came to bring me walk walk. ate some interesting things. the thing with japan is that you really have to walk shops by shops. and underground to see the interesting things. they are not the ones you see on the surface. those are the boring things already. the really cool stuffs are hiden. and you might need like a life time there to figure everything out. cuz by the time you're done with shinjuku and move to harajuku... by then shinjuku might already changed their shops etc. and viola you need to start over again.
* when we went back home. wendy decided to cook a home cook meal for me to try. went shopping in a local supermarket. so fun. haha. but everything seems ex. like a stupid watermelon cost like... rm70? banana. rotten banana cost like... rm20. eeewww... so ex.
a window display of an art shop.
wendy made this.
end of part 3 out of 10.
*haha. i did this post on the 31/10/06. 1553. and finished it on the 05/11/06. 1550. like almost deja wu*
*and thank god i always copy what i just blogged. cuz this post went MIA after i clicked publish*
* anyways promised wendy that i'll try the train on the peek hour. read so much about it. so might as well try and endure it.
* even going to the train station was a hardcore for me. had to wake up so farking early. and i slept so late and i'm so exhausted for the walks.
* did i mention that it's bloody bright at 0500? mmm reminds me of bali. if you puasa here it's kinna good too. since the sun is down by 1630. me thinks. *smiles*
* so we rushed to the train station. and it looks normal to me.
wendy: knocks my head
me: ouch.
* ok so kunitachi is the second last stop for the chou line. so pratically nobody lives here. but to be fair the ammount of people does look relatively more today la.
* BOY oh BOY. it does seem pack. you just have to take my word for it. i can literally sleep while standing up. cool eh. haha.
* we then changed trains to avoid more traffic. i was like thinking... then you kidnap me early in the morning for what? cheh. also not shock one. i wanted to exprienced the face stuffed to the glass can.
wendy: knocks me head again.
me: OUCH!
* fine fine. so maybe i just wanted to see people's face being stuffed and not either of us.
* ghibli studio. is located near kunitachi. but i didn't go. i visited their website before i came here. and it states that i have to make an advance book of at least one month ahead. i'm like... SURE. i just might the next time. then wendy's sensei said no need already. last time used to. now nobody goes. serves them right. HA HA.
* we sat all the way in a comfy train. but according to wendy the japanese are getting smarter now. they know how to change train and wait a little longer to get the comfy train. they no longer walk according to schedule.
* yes walk according to schedule. ever read the undomestic goddess? where samantha sweeting clocks her every six minutes? japanese tend to look at their watch every few minutes.
* that's because they are so punctual. unlike us. malaysians. always a plus one hour time zone. even the bus arrives at the designated time. 1132 means 1132.
* so again here we are at shinjuku. i keep returning to this place. it's feels as if i work/study somewhere nearby already.
*i was left to wonder alone again. until wendy finishes her lesson. but this time. i'm here too damn early. there's nothing to do or see. damn.
* i walked around the old bunka area. ah feels like those typical japanese streets. like the ones you see in fast & furious.
* walked to yoyogi station. from shinjuku. geng right me. walk so much.
my camwhore moment.
if you think this is mad. wait till you see shibuya.
this feels like china.
* oh dang. i forgotten to snap a picture of the bicycle parking lot. it's HUGE! all the bicycles are parked there. crazy.
* then wendy came to bring me walk walk. ate some interesting things. the thing with japan is that you really have to walk shops by shops. and underground to see the interesting things. they are not the ones you see on the surface. those are the boring things already. the really cool stuffs are hiden. and you might need like a life time there to figure everything out. cuz by the time you're done with shinjuku and move to harajuku... by then shinjuku might already changed their shops etc. and viola you need to start over again.
* when we went back home. wendy decided to cook a home cook meal for me to try. went shopping in a local supermarket. so fun. haha. but everything seems ex. like a stupid watermelon cost like... rm70? banana. rotten banana cost like... rm20. eeewww... so ex.
a window display of an art shop.
wendy made this.
end of part 3 out of 10.
*haha. i did this post on the 31/10/06. 1553. and finished it on the 05/11/06. 1550. like almost deja wu*
*and thank god i always copy what i just blogged. cuz this post went MIA after i clicked publish*
lost
i suddenly feel lost.
i don't know where i belong.
where i should go.
what i should do.
should i go hong kong to try my luck.
should i...
oh what should i do.
oh should i return to japan's lifestyle.
i feel so empty.
so blur.
so feverish.
so damn empty.
damn fly.
fly away!
stop buzzing at my way.
i need to run.
far away.
GOD. take her.
call her home.
she's all alone.
she needs you more.
release me.
release us.
let me go.
let me run.
let me hide.
i accept my path.
part of it at least.
If pain must come.
may it come quickly.
because I have a life to live.
and I need to live it.
in the best possible way.
If he has to make a choice.
may he make it now.
then I will either wait.
of forget him.
waiting is painful.
forgetting is painful.
but
not knowing which to do
is the worst kind of suffering.
and.
i need to breath.
i don't know where i belong.
where i should go.
what i should do.
should i go hong kong to try my luck.
should i...
oh what should i do.
oh should i return to japan's lifestyle.
i feel so empty.
so blur.
so feverish.
so damn empty.
damn fly.
fly away!
stop buzzing at my way.
i need to run.
far away.
GOD. take her.
call her home.
she's all alone.
she needs you more.
release me.
release us.
let me go.
let me run.
let me hide.
i accept my path.
part of it at least.
If pain must come.
may it come quickly.
because I have a life to live.
and I need to live it.
in the best possible way.
If he has to make a choice.
may he make it now.
then I will either wait.
of forget him.
waiting is painful.
forgetting is painful.
but
not knowing which to do
is the worst kind of suffering.
and.
i need to breath.
Saturday, 4 November 2006
they hate me.
OMG! i was talking with rafidah. and told her how miserable harajuku was for me. *i remember seeing a friend's picture album, a year back and she showed me all the harajuku girls etc* so i complaint. and bitch. and then rafidah said...
raf: HUH. but i also saw them! so many. they are like everywhere!!!
me: BUT i went back to harajuku. i went there twice!!! i went to the park. i went to the shrine. i even went to the streets!!!
then then... just now... i got a cd from eng yow. the director for bird house *i requested for all the pictures he took*. he went to tokyo as well. and... and!!! he manage to see them!!! he snapped so many pictures of them!!! *ok so i'm like very lazy to snap people. i mean... it's just a nose, a pair of eyes, one big/small mouth* but but HARAJUKU... like... OMFG! did someone like informed them that i was heading to harajuku and made them hide away from me? cuz i swear i only saw like... ten out of ten thousand of people there.
the confession. (i'm making myself feel good)
ok so the first visit was on a tuesday. and bernard said they only come out on saturday sundays... come out. haha. other days they hide. haha. ok. so i returned on a sunday.
*ok so that sunday, when i arrived it was about to rain, so probably they didn't hide... they probaby just went home... oh come on i just wanna sound drama!!!*
*and horror... when it rains... the que to get a train ticket... is such a nightmare kay... ULTRA LONG under the rain!*
pictures are courtesy of rafidah.
ok. so now i feel better. gwen didn't lie. they do exist. just that they like hiding from me. so fine. be that way.
a friend told me. and i saw the price tag in a departmental store. that one simple lolita dress. SIMPLE. cost about RM6000.00 crazy huh.
raf: HUH. but i also saw them! so many. they are like everywhere!!!
me: BUT i went back to harajuku. i went there twice!!! i went to the park. i went to the shrine. i even went to the streets!!!
then then... just now... i got a cd from eng yow. the director for bird house *i requested for all the pictures he took*. he went to tokyo as well. and... and!!! he manage to see them!!! he snapped so many pictures of them!!! *ok so i'm like very lazy to snap people. i mean... it's just a nose, a pair of eyes, one big/small mouth* but but HARAJUKU... like... OMFG! did someone like informed them that i was heading to harajuku and made them hide away from me? cuz i swear i only saw like... ten out of ten thousand of people there.
the confession. (i'm making myself feel good)
ok so the first visit was on a tuesday. and bernard said they only come out on saturday sundays... come out. haha. other days they hide. haha. ok. so i returned on a sunday.
*ok so that sunday, when i arrived it was about to rain, so probably they didn't hide... they probaby just went home... oh come on i just wanna sound drama!!!*
*and horror... when it rains... the que to get a train ticket... is such a nightmare kay... ULTRA LONG under the rain!*
pictures are courtesy of rafidah.
ok. so now i feel better. gwen didn't lie. they do exist. just that they like hiding from me. so fine. be that way.
a friend told me. and i saw the price tag in a departmental store. that one simple lolita dress. SIMPLE. cost about RM6000.00 crazy huh.
with idiot.
i was just talking to BEN about how i like to travel alone (ok next round if you free we try travelling to somewhere). and this came up. and i thought. eh i could blog this. so here's a quick detour off/from my JAPAN blog stage.
anyways set aside that i had to live 4 days with a complete new stranger. a friend of a friend. and he wasn't even CUTE or HWAT or anything. he was 27 but looked like a crony uncle. sad.
anyways here it goes.
(i forget his name so let's call him... idiot)
arrival.
idiot: ya i've been to bangkok many many times already wan.
me: oh cool! so you must know this place well la.
idiot: ya ya. anyways hor remember to like put aside BAHT 500, you'll need it for airport tax.
me: eee. why like that one. ok ok... BAHT 500 only ah... ok la... *money wih wings. fly. fly. fly* le sigh.
his departure day.
idiot: eh. can pinjam me BAHT 500 ah? i used up most of my BAHT.
(naturally you would to a friend. i mean nothing it's wrong. even if you just barely knew him. i mean... it's ok ma. after all we are in a foreign land. but. i already had to pay RM600.00 for the hotel first. and apart from that... who ask you to be so smart to bring only RM800 to bangkok? and mister... at 27 no credit card huh...)
me: NO.
i don't care if he had to beg. i don't care. and i don't know how he got out of bangkok. i have a few more days left in bangkok and i'm planning to shop.
PLUS. he followed me like a dog. everywhere i went he wanted to come. fine. but me likes to see LV. GUCCI. PRADA. ARMANI. me likes to enter club21 *do note that club 21 in bangkok is so different than the ones here in malaysia, they have yohji yamamoto, mcqueen, comme des garçons, junya watanabe, etc* etc etc etc shops. but NO he would say so ex. *yes they were very ex. like a simple shorts from yohji yamamoto's Y3 collection was BAHT 30,000, that's RM 3000*
i didn't ask you to buy also hullo. i said see only what. and shopping malls are meant to see this stuffs. then what see cheap stuffs? that's what Chatuchak *a cool weekend market place. size of eight football field* is for la hullo! BODOH.
and where i eat also he followed... like... HULLO if you have been to bangkok for so farking many times... why can't you show me where to go? where to eat. BODOH!
after that... i... never... liked... going... places... with... people... hates it.
have to wait. have to wait and wait and wait. and they treat me as overseas atm machine...
(but it's so so so boring sometimes... like you can't camwhore, i have to use a bloody tripod everytime. you see something funny but there's nobody next to laugh with. AND you can't order FOOD! and that sucks! DUDE. start saving!!!)
on FIL.
just got back after watching FIL. drag Ben to see it. he didn't mind la! i don't simply drag people everywhere ok! it just sounded nicer. like i'm such a bitch. can simply direct people to do thing. thanks Ben for going! =)
mell. i went. and it was good! such energy. see i might be able to fake for films and stuff but i'll never be able to do theatre. i'm so not that material. did it once when i was in primary. so paranoid. butterflies where in my stomach... yiks. and i'll probably forget the lines. *hahaha amazingly you didn't forget your lines... or so i think* haha. cuz you can't like... cut it in the middle. Oh OPS i forgot. erm wait ah. eh what was i suppose to bitch to you about? oh right. let's continue.
nights. shall be back with the kidnap story in japan soon. *as you can see. i'm now safe and sound*
peace y'all
anyways set aside that i had to live 4 days with a complete new stranger. a friend of a friend. and he wasn't even CUTE or HWAT or anything. he was 27 but looked like a crony uncle. sad.
anyways here it goes.
(i forget his name so let's call him... idiot)
arrival.
idiot: ya i've been to bangkok many many times already wan.
me: oh cool! so you must know this place well la.
idiot: ya ya. anyways hor remember to like put aside BAHT 500, you'll need it for airport tax.
me: eee. why like that one. ok ok... BAHT 500 only ah... ok la... *money wih wings. fly. fly. fly* le sigh.
his departure day.
idiot: eh. can pinjam me BAHT 500 ah? i used up most of my BAHT.
(naturally you would to a friend. i mean nothing it's wrong. even if you just barely knew him. i mean... it's ok ma. after all we are in a foreign land. but. i already had to pay RM600.00 for the hotel first. and apart from that... who ask you to be so smart to bring only RM800 to bangkok? and mister... at 27 no credit card huh...)
me: NO.
i don't care if he had to beg. i don't care. and i don't know how he got out of bangkok. i have a few more days left in bangkok and i'm planning to shop.
PLUS. he followed me like a dog. everywhere i went he wanted to come. fine. but me likes to see LV. GUCCI. PRADA. ARMANI. me likes to enter club21 *do note that club 21 in bangkok is so different than the ones here in malaysia, they have yohji yamamoto, mcqueen, comme des garçons, junya watanabe, etc* etc etc etc shops. but NO he would say so ex. *yes they were very ex. like a simple shorts from yohji yamamoto's Y3 collection was BAHT 30,000, that's RM 3000*
i didn't ask you to buy also hullo. i said see only what. and shopping malls are meant to see this stuffs. then what see cheap stuffs? that's what Chatuchak *a cool weekend market place. size of eight football field* is for la hullo! BODOH.
and where i eat also he followed... like... HULLO if you have been to bangkok for so farking many times... why can't you show me where to go? where to eat. BODOH!
after that... i... never... liked... going... places... with... people... hates it.
have to wait. have to wait and wait and wait. and they treat me as overseas atm machine...
(but it's so so so boring sometimes... like you can't camwhore, i have to use a bloody tripod everytime. you see something funny but there's nobody next to laugh with. AND you can't order FOOD! and that sucks! DUDE. start saving!!!)
on FIL.
just got back after watching FIL. drag Ben to see it. he didn't mind la! i don't simply drag people everywhere ok! it just sounded nicer. like i'm such a bitch. can simply direct people to do thing. thanks Ben for going! =)
mell. i went. and it was good! such energy. see i might be able to fake for films and stuff but i'll never be able to do theatre. i'm so not that material. did it once when i was in primary. so paranoid. butterflies where in my stomach... yiks. and i'll probably forget the lines. *hahaha amazingly you didn't forget your lines... or so i think* haha. cuz you can't like... cut it in the middle. Oh OPS i forgot. erm wait ah. eh what was i suppose to bitch to you about? oh right. let's continue.
nights. shall be back with the kidnap story in japan soon. *as you can see. i'm now safe and sound*
peace y'all
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