New York Fashion Week 2010 (Melbourne Report)

I spent two, almost three semesters here in Kedah and for each semester there will always be a time when someone, somehow, would throw a fit because we're not taking class photos like the other classes.

cough.

Of course that someone and somehow is -ahem- me and usually its just a little teensy weensy temper tantrum. Just a wee bit. Honest. :)

Anyway.

Things more or less went my way this semester as you can see above. I suppose its the whole final semester thing that's looming over us sort just pushed everyone into getting together, grabbed a blazer, sat under Kedah's godforsaken sun and grinned.

I'm telling you though. That picture up there? It didn't come easy.

First there was this:

...no, we shall NOT discuss how gay Farhan looks in this one.

Then there was this:

Nieda just feels a little overwhelmed by the stupid. :)

Then, -dear GOD- there was THIS:

I'm not even gonna try explaining that one.

But basically after all that.. we got the one that you see up THERE. the ones where we're all nice and proper in blazers and pretty smiles and not one gayishweirdstupidcrazyfreakish pose in sight.

Aaaaaaaaaaanddd of course there's the fun shots while waiting for our turn with the camera.

Male model wears a Hugo Boss Navy and Black cut-suit, female models wear Burberry's Fall/Spring collection.

Burberry and Hugo Boss joint campaign ad for New York Fashion Week 2010.

Female models wear Burberry Fall/Spring collection. Accessories by Anna Sui.

Runway Models selected for the Versace and Yves Saint-Lauren New York Fashion Week 2010.

Burberry and KLS joint campaign ad for New York Fashion Week 2010.

Models wear vintage Alexander McQueen from Alexander McQueen Spring collection 2005.

Models awaiting turn for the runway.

With the creative director.

See you in Paris Fashion Week.

happy birthday =)

Hey you!

Yeah you.

Happy Birthday.

Keep smiling, yeah?

You've got a lovely smile.

Now stop grinning and go stuff yer face with cake.

...cupcake works fine, too :)

With love,

MENGANTOK

I have a new sleep patter. And it goes something like this:

Attempt to sleep around 3am.

Actually fall asleep around 4am.

Wake up around 5am to sahoor.

Attempt to sleep around 5.30am.

Actually fall asleep around 6am.

Wake up at 7am for class.

--cat nap between classes--

Break fast.

Promptly knocked out cold around 8pm.

Wake up around 10pm.

Rinse and repeat.

The worst bit?

Since its the Ramadhan, my morning coffee is just a distant memory from a happier time when i can sleep for an hour a day tops and still be running around like the bloody Energizer Bunny.

And in my world, this is how things work:

With coffee--

Without coffee--

With--

Without--

Awh crap, its 8.41pm.

I can already feel my eyes getting heavier and..

well....

...

...

.....zzzzzzZZZZZ

An Orbituary

The Following entry is an article taken from the London Times, date of print unknown. Just thought I'd share it with all my readers.

"Today we mourn the passing of a beloved friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bereucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

Knowing when to come in out of the rain; accidents may happen; if it ain't broken, don't fix it; why the early bird gets the worm; life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home but the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little on her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion, his daughters, Responsibility and Integrity and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I know my rights; I want it now; Someone Else is to blame; I'm a victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing."

(Extracted from:http://hubpages.com/hub/Common-Sense---London-Times-Obituary)

Gravity

Gravity (6x)

Stop pullin' me

I know that you still haven't found you

And when I wanna stand on my own two

Suddenly you start to show

Signs of what is possible

Then you're back to your ways and I let me down

Tell me why I keep tryin'a stay around

When all my family

They always telling me,

be

Through with you

And I know that deep down I'm callin' time on you

On you

On you

Every time I'm ready to leave

Always seem to be

Pullin' in the wrong direction

Divin' in with no protection

And you can't keep steerin' me wrong

Oh gravity

Pullin' me back, pullin' me in

Why you pullin' me back, pullin' me in

Just like gravity

Gravity (5x)

I know I betrayed but I'm made to

Ignore the universe when I see you

Cos every night the stars will shine

Merging into U-turn signs

Anythin' they can just to change my mind

When I pass your road I can't help rewind

What is wrong with me?

All that I wanna be is

Through with you

And I know that deep down I'm callin' time on you

On you

On you

Every time I'm ready to leave

Always seem to be

Pullin' in the wrong direction

Divin' in with no protection

And you can't keep steerin' me wrong

Oh gravity

Pullin' me back, pullin' me in

Why you pullin' me back, pullin' me in

Just like gravity

Gravity (5x)

Stop pullin' me

Gravity (5x)

Be quiet let me leave, let me go

Don't say another word

Cos with every sound

You're pullin' me down

Baby

You got a hold on me

Like gravity

Yeah

Gravity

Sometimes the best way to express something is through something that isn't yours. This song annoys me.

And so does he.

He really should stop doing that.

Lyrics belong to Pixie Lott and her label. Buy her album to support her incredible talent.

The Better Late than Never Tournament =)

So someone came up with this brilliant plan to pitch the part one against the part two. All it took was for me to hear the "pitching" part and i was sold to the idea.

Stupid, stupid me.

Then there was the part where the debaters and myself are suppose to be the adjudicator, too. Again, i was sold to the idea.

Bodo.

So the briefing went as well as we can hope. Which..was kind of more than we expected, really. Of course there's Ellena who yelled bloody murder cause no one was listening and she was in one of those PMS days. Her words, not mine.

Then there was the waking up at 6.30 am on a weekend cause the first round supposed to start at 8.30 am. Which of course, when you key in Malaysian time and Debaters' time, that actually means 9.30 am.

But who's complaining?

Of course because its Debate, people do tend to get half mad and attitude would eventually rear its ugly fugly face. This was the time where we see the line between debaters and commoners, but it wasn't that fine of a line to begin with.

The diamonds were easily sorted from the coal.

But sometimes diamonds can be faked too, especially if you consider that China could probably make a copy of your own mother if you have the right sources. Synthetic diamonds always seem to shine more than the real ones, but we know its fake anyway when we shine UV rays on em' and they turn pinkish.

The final round was a massive massive spotlight of UV rays and everything was pinkish.

The right thing to do is always the hardest. To be the best and to give the best to something that you love most will always be the most difficult thing to accomplish. To make sure something that you cherish most will last for as long as God wills it is always the thing that'll eventually kill your mental health.

And all that.

All of that.

Are doubled, tripled, quadrupled when your brothers and sisters in arms are holding white flags at the ready.

But giving up isn't an option for me and it will never be an option for as long as i have faith. Faith, is something that i'm never lacking..thank Allah for that.

Congratulations to the winning team! Hope to see you guys and everyone else soon and WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!

Move It

Moving on.

What's that about?

When people say "move on" what comes to mind?

Does "forget" comes to mind?

Or "Never again"?

Or "Never meant to be" ?

Or "He wasn't"?

Or "Dah takdir"?

Or the ever popular one:

"Save yourself."

So what is it, exactly? Moving on? What one must do to move on? How does one know when to move on and when to hold on? What if one moves on but the other holds on? Or worst, if one moves on but the other had just arrived at the place the former left?

Move on.

Do what your heart tells you, they say.

But when the heart denies what it feels, how do you work with that?

Move on.

Two words.

But such high consequences.