Dreamworks of Farie Rose Cullen.

2008-11-04T22:53:00.001-08:00

Decode MV behind the scenes! http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1859729793/bclid1873806784/bctid1898347335

Here are some of my favourite musics from Gossip Girl's OMFG!

LOVE THIS ONE!

2008-11-03T08:26:00.001-08:00

2008-11-01T07:18:00.000-07:00

Some call it mean, but when people roll their eyes at you, there IS a reason why. Time for self-check. Is it something you did? Or something you said? Just a tip, keep your chin at a good level. Too low, defiance. Too high, arrogance. But if you see a girl with her chin up high it maybe she's just flirting, that's a whole other story. That's all.

Lovely night too all xoxo,
Rose.

2008-10-31T06:15:00.000-07:00

My Favourite Korean Songs-EVER!

2008-10-29T08:48:00.000-07:00

Can't sleep. Life's too interesting. So many things are happening while I'm asleep. Why miss them? Okay, I'm making the nonsense up. Had to much caffeine. Listened to Paramore a wee bit too much. So my energy level is sky-rocketing. Woohoo? Not. I want MA P2 like, now! Pfft. Hopefully watching this video will send me off.

Danny & Lacey's Vienniese Waltz <33>

Well, wish me luck.

xoxo Dying-To-Sleep,
Rose.

PS. GASPARD ULLIEL IS MINE MINE MINE. =D

2008-10-28T02:27:00.000-07:00

So no wonder all my past boyfriends were shitty. They weren't vampires.

Dear God, please turn Gaspard Ulliel into a vampire and then let him fall to my knees. =P

(If he's unavailable you can try Kellan Lutz or Matt Dallas, I don't mind.)

xoxo Your Humble Soul,

Rose.

2008-10-27T20:01:00.001-07:00

2008-10-26T08:25:00.000-07:00

To add on to mitsukakecat2(http://www.youtube.com/user/mitsukakecat2)'s previous Twilight-Paramore video, which I still watch ridiculously-repeatitively, this is a awesome Twilight-Sum 41 video!! Embedding disabled so...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAjiJ5-VqZY.

enjoy!

2008-10-26T08:22:00.000-07:00

http://www.reelzchannel.com/trailer-clips/36693/twilight-trailer-remix

2008-10-10T18:33:00.001-07:00

The shooting of the catfight between Blair & Serena in Season 2's "New Haven Can Wait". Enjoy. =P

waiting for a paticular star to fall
xoxo,
queen rose.

2008-10-09T00:02:00.000-07:00

2008-10-08T07:33:00.000-07:00

This is friggin bullshit. My emotions friggin gave way. I friggin cried. Screw me. Shit man. O Level is friggin 8 days and had to meet breaking point today. Argh! Hell no! I want to succeed!I will be a good khalifah!
I want my family to have a daughter to be proud of!
I will sit for A Levels (even if I'm in MI, SRJC or IJC)!
I don't want to be poor anymore!
I will get that car we always wanted!
I will become an Editor-In-Chief/Hotel Manager!
I will help fund anyone who is willing to find the cure for epilepsy and autism!
I will not look back to a regretful past!

So heck with all the friggin, stupid 'tension', heck if they want to leave me out, heck if I'm insignificant (cuz if you don't want me some other friggin person does!), heck with Dad's distrust in me for no apparent reason, heck with anyone who wants to drag me to my weakest and heck to me being a friggin sensitive piece of shit that I've been for a long while. I've given way one too many times.

Because as of now, throw all your shit and me. With all the will I possess, I will be that golden Phoenix that will rise from her ashes. I'm leaving Old Fariha behind. I'm anew. It's about time I get my chance to shine! So, it's not screw me. SCREW YOU. (you know who the hell you are)

XOXO,
Queen Rose.

PS. Hehe. I totally can't believe that I just wrote this! Woooo!

2008-10-04T07:16:00.000-07:00

My favourite Paramore and Twilight combo!

2008-09-30T01:43:00.000-07:00

Self-reference

2008-09-23T03:39:00.000-07:00

Here's to my dear Tiara! I dedicate this song to you and hope this song would clear you head! You did the right thing. It's hard, that's why it's the right thing to do. The wrong things are the easiest thing to do in this world. Cheer up kays hunn!xoxo farie

Chiquitita, tell me whats wrong
Youre enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
There is no way you can deny it
I can see that youre oh so sad, so quiet

Chiquitita, tell me the truth
Im a shoulder you can cry on
Your best friend, Im the one you must rely on
You were always sure of yourself
Now I see youve broken a feather
I hope we can patch it up together

Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars theyre leaving
Youll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita

So the walls came tumbling down
And your loves a blown out candle
All is gone and it seems too hard to handle
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
There is no way you can deny it
I see that youre oh so sad, so quiet

Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars theyre leaving
Youll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita

2008-09-21T07:29:00.000-07:00

How do you tell someone that their choice may be wrong?

How can a good deed be so hurtful at the same time?

How does one go about caring for two hearts?

How can one not be torn?

Maybe to centre the world around one's self will do the trick.

But truly, how do you pick between the 2 most important people in your life?

Near impossible.

More precisely,

Fat Luck.

xoxo

farie rose.

the best scene in season one of GG. (die georgina die!)

2008-09-11T08:25:00.000-07:00

For my fellow Literature classmates, this was the Unseen we did for the prelims. Maybe you'll like to read it when you have the time! Only 5 Chapters!

The Lumber Room by Saki

[1]
The children were to be driven, as a special treat, to the sands at Jagborough. Nicholas was not to be of the party; he was in disgrace. Only that morning he had refused to eat his wholesome bread-and-milk on the seemingly frivolous ground that there was a frog in it. Older and wiser and better people had told him that there could not possibly be a frog in his bread-and-milk and that he was not to talk nonsense; he continued, nevertheless, to talk what seemed the veriest nonsense, and described with much detail the coloration and markings of the alleged frog. The dramatic part of the incident was that there really was a frog in Nicholas's basin of bread-and-milk; he had put it there himself, so he felt entitled to know something about it. The sin of taking a frog from the garden and putting it into a bowl of wholesome bread-and-milk was enlarged on at great length, but the fact that stood out clearest in the whole affair, as it presented itself to the mind of Nicholas, was that the older, wiser, and better people had been proved to be profoundly in error in matters about which they had expressed the utmost assurance.
"You said there couldn't possibly be a frog in my bread-and-milk; there was a frog in my bread-and-milk," he repeated, with the insistence of a skilled tactician who does not intend to shift from favourable ground.
So his boy-cousin and girl-cousin and his quite uninteresting younger brother were to be taken to Jagborough sands that afternoon and he was to stay at home. His cousins' aunt, who insisted, by an unwarranted stretch of imagination, in styling herself his aunt also, had hastily invented the Jagborough expedition in order to impress on Nicholas the delights that he had justly forfeited by his disgraceful conduct at the breakfast-table. It was her habit, whenever one of the children fell from grace, to improvise something of a festival nature from which the offender would be rigorously debarred; if all the children sinned collectively they were suddenly informed of a circus in a neighbouring town, a circus of unrivalled merit and uncounted elephants, to which, but for their depravity, ther would have been taken that very day.
A few decent tears were looked for on the part of Nicholas when the moment for the departure of the expedition arrived. As a matter of fact, however, all the crying was done by his girl-cousin, who scraped her knee rather painfully against the step of the carriage as she was scrambling in. "How she did howl," said Nicholas cheerfully, as the party drove off without any of the elation of high spirits that should have characterized it.

[2]

"She'll soon get over that," said the soi-disant aunt; "it will be a glorious afternoon for racing about over those beautiful sands. How they will enjoy themselves!"
"Bobby won't enjoy himself much, and he won't race much either," said Nicholas with a grim chuckle; "his boots are hurting him. They're too tight."
"Why didn't he tell me they were hurting?" asked the aunt with some asperity.
"He told you twice, but you weren't listening. You often don't listen when we tell you important things."
"You are not to go into the gooseberry garden," said the aunt, changing the subject.
"Why not?" demanded Nicholas.
"Because you are in disgrace," said the aunt loftily.
Nicholas did not admit the flawlessness of the reasoning; he felt perfectly capable of being in disgrace and in a gooseberry garden at the same moment. His face took on an expression of considerable obstinacy. It was clear to his aunt that he was determined to get into the gooseberry garden, "only," as she remarked to herself, "because I have told him he is not to."
Now the gooseberry garden had two doors by which it might be entered, and once a small person like Nicholas could slip in there he could effectually disappear from view amid the masking growth of artichokes, raspberry canes, and fruit bushes. The aunt had many other things to do that aftemoon, but she spent an hour or two in trivial gardening operations among flower beds and shrubberies, whence she could watch the two doors that led to the forbidden paradise. She was a woman of few ideas, with immense powers of concentration.
Nicholas made one or two sorties into the front garden, wriggling his way with obvious stealth of purpose towards one or other of the doors, but never able for a moment to evade the aunt's watchful eye. As a matter of fact, he had no intention of trying to get into the gooseberry garden, but it was extremely convenient for him that his aunt should believe that he had; it was a belief that would keep her on selfimposed sentry-duty for the greater part of the aftemoon. Having thoroughly confirmed and fortified her suspicions, Nicholas slipped back into the house and rapidly put into execution a plan of action that had long germinated in his brain. By standing on a chair in the library one could reach a shelf on which reposed a fat, important-looking key. The key was as important as it looked; it was the instrument which kept the mysteries of the lumber-room secure from unauthorized intrusion, which opened a way only for aunts and such-like privileged persons. Nicholas had not had much experience of the art of fitting keys into keyholes and turning locks, but for some days past he had practised with the key of the schoolroom door; he did not believe in trusting too much to luck and accident. The key turned stiffly in the lock, but it turned. The door opened, and Nicholas was in an unknown land, compared with which the gooseberry garden was a stale delight, a mere material pleasure.

[3]

Often and often Nicholas had pictured to himself what the lumber-room might be like, that region that was so carefully sealed from youthful eyes and concerning which no questions were ever answered. It came up to his expectations. In the first place it was large and dimly lit, one high window opening onto the forbidden garden being its only source of illumination. In the second place it was a storehouse of unimagined treasures. Tne aunt-by-assertion was one of those people who think that things spoil by use and consign them to dust and damp by way of preserving them. Such parts of the house as Nicholas knew best were rather bare and cheerless, but here there were wonderful things for the eye to feast on. First and foremost there was a piece of framed tapestry that was evidently meant to be a fire-screen. To Nicholas it was a living, breathing story; he sat down on a roll of Indian hangings, glowing in wonderful colours beneath a layer of dust, and took in all the details of the tapestry picture. A man, dressed in the hunting costume of some remote period, had just transfixed a stag with an arrow; it could not have been a difficult shot because the stag was only one or two paces away from him; in the thickly growing vegetation that the picture suggested it would not have been difficult to creep up to a feeding stag, and the two spotted dogs that were springing forward to join in the chase had evidently been trained to keep to heel till the arrow was discharged. That part of the picture was simple, if interesting, but did the huntsman see, what Nicholas saw, that four galloping wolves were coming in his direction through the wood? There might be more than four of them hidden behind the trees, and in any case would the man and his dogs be able to cope with the four wolves if they made an attack? The man had only two arrows left in his quiver, and he might miss with one or both of them; all one knew about his skill in shooting was that he could hit a large stag at a ridiculously short range. Nicholas sat for many golden minutes revolving the possibilities of the scene; he was inclined to think that there were more than four wolves and that the man and his dogs were in a tight corner.

[4]

But there were other objects of delight and interest claiming his instant attention; there were quaint twisted candlesticks in the shape of snakes, and a teapot fashioned like a china duck, out of whose open beak the tea was supposed to come. How dull and shapeless the nursery teapot seemed in comparison! And there was a carved sandalwood box packed tight with aromatic cotton-wool, and between the layers of cotton-wool were little brass figures, hump-necked bulls, and peacocks and goblins, delightful to see and to handle. Less promising in appearance was a large square book with plain black covers; Nicholas peeped into it, and, behold, it was full of coloured pictures of birds. And such birds! In the garden, and in the lanes when he went for a walk, Nicholas came accross a few birds, of which the largest were an occasional magpie or wood-pigeons here were herons and bustards, kites, toucans, tiger-bitterns, brush turkeys, ibises, golden pheasants, a whole portrait gallery of undreamed-of creatures. And as he was admiring the colouring of the mandarin duck and assigning a life-history to it, the voice of his aunt in shrill vociferation of his name came from the gooseberry garden without. She had grown suspicious at his long disappearance, and had leapt to the conclusion that he had climbed over the wall behind the sheltering screen of the lilac bushes: she was now engaged in energetic and rather hopeless search for him among the artichokes and raspberry canes.
"Nicholas, Nicholas!" she screamed, "you are to come out of this at once. It's no use trying to hide there; I can see you all the time."
It was probably the first time for twenty years that any one had smiled in that lumber-room.
Presently the angry repetitions of Nicholas's name gave way to a shriek, and a cry for somebody to come quickly. Nicholas shut the book, restored it carefully to its place in a corner, and shook some dust from a neighbouring pile of newspapers over it. Then he crept from the room, locked the door, and replaced the key exactly where he had found it. His aunt was still calling his name when he sauntered into the front garden.
"Who's calling?" he asked.
"Me," came the answer from the other side of the wall; "didn't you hear me? I've been looking for you in the gooseberry garden, and I've slipped into the rain-water tank. Luckily there's no water in it, but the sides are slippery and I can't get out. Fetch the little ladder from under the cherry tree--"

[5]

"I was told I wasn't to go into the gooseberry garden," said Nicholas promptly.
"I told you not to, and now I tell you that you may," came the voice from the rain-water tank, rather impatiently.
"Your voice doesn't sound like aunt's," objected Nicholas; "you may be the Evil One tempting me to be disobedient. Aunt often tells me that the Evil One tempts me and that I always yield This time I'm not going to yield."
"Don't talk nonsense," said the prisoner in the tank; "go and fetch the ladder."
"Will there be strawberry jam for tea?" asked Nicholas innocently.
"Certainly there will be," said the aunt, privately resolving that Nicholas should have none of it.
"Now I know that you are the Evil One and not aunt," shouted Nicholas gleefully; "when we asked aunt for strawberry jam yesterday she said there wasn't any. I know there are four jars of it in the store cupboard, because I looked, and of course you know it's there, but she doesn't, because she said there wasn't any. Oh, Devil, you have sold yourself!"
There was an unusual sense of luxury in being able to talk to an aunt as though one was talking to the Evil One, but Nicholas knew, with childish discernment that such luxuries were not to be over-indulged in. He walked noisily away, and it was a kitchenmaid, in search of parsley, who eventually rescued the aunt from the rain-water tank. Tea that evening was partaken of in a fearsome silence. Tne tide had been at its highest when the children had arrived at Jagborough Cove, so there had been no sands to play on--a circumstance that the aunt had overlooked in the haste of organising her punative expedition. The tightness of Bobby's boots had had a disasterous effect on his temper the whole of the afternoon, and altogether the children could not have been said to have enjoyed themselves. The aunt maintained the frozen muteness of one who has suffered undignified and unmerited detention in a rain-water tank for thirty-five minutes. As for Nicholas, he, too, was silent, in the absorption of one who has much to think about; it was just possible, he considered, that the huntsman would escape with his hounds while the wolves feasted on the stricken stag.

2008-09-10T05:33:00.000-07:00

Newborn.

I screwed up,
I feel there's a tragic end
with the raven devouring the dove.
I miss you.
If only there was a plural for 'you'.
Gulit, that engulfed me at each thought.
But I will not give up
until the last of my crimson
blood is drained.
For this end, only meant
newborn.

2008-09-01T03:15:00.000-07:00

Here's some of my favourite scenes in The Parent Trap, oh how I'm seriously missing the 90s!

2008-09-01T02:19:00.000-07:00

http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/MASHED-POTATOES-40042 (this is a self-note, don't give it much thought, you'll just dissapoint your curiosity)

2008-08-29T05:37:00.000-07:00

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! MIDNIGHT SUN IS PUT ON HOLD! WHO'S TO BE BLAMED? ALL THE FANATICS OF COURSE.

Yes I get it, I'm eager to read more of Stephenie's writings too, but she also human you know! When I saw that the manuscripts of Midnight Sun were up for download, I knew it was illegal. I mean seriously, which author in the right frame of mind would release her beloved book chapter by chapter, without charge and un editted? Apparently Stephenie is vey hurt & disturbed by the illegal actions of these people and she "might just make James kill all the Cullens".

I hope Stephenie would feel better soon, so she'll carry on writing Midnight Sun in the right frame of mind. And to those who hated Breaking Dawn, TOO BAD! You don't thnk it's good enough, write your own frigggin book! Boo haters, Boo fanatics! GO STEPH!

You know you love Meyer,
Farie Rose(:

2008-08-29T03:01:00.001-07:00

TO ANYONE WHO HAS READ "THE IT GIRL", IS IT ABOUT, DAN'S SISTER, JENNY HUMPHREY? LET ME KNOW PLEASE?

-THANKS!

2008-08-28T06:05:00.000-07:00

Prelims. Are. Through! I don't expect any As. I regret procastinating. PROCASTINATING is thee mother of all evil. Screw it. I would like to screw someone, too bad she's family. No one, and I mean NO one hurts my Mama! *blood rises!*

However things may be, I let go and kick aside the past and move on! I shall focus on the big Os. I shall get great results. I shall get into a good JC/Poly or into MI! I shall start working the mintue I settle down with my tertiary education. Oh, you know where it goes from there.

Made T-Day presents from scratch with my loves, Tiara & Liyana today! Honestly, that was the first time I've baked in years! My guess, in 10 years! Tomorow we can wear class tee, tracks and non-school socks! *nyehehe!* YAY Mrs.Lee!! *mwa!* YO SEC 4! WE GOTTA GET THE PARTY SWINGING! (just like National Day!) (((= I'm getting all jumpy already!

I'm a stupid Miley Cyrus (and at times, Hannah Montana) fan. My Aunt bought me a friggin Hannah Montana bag from Disneyworld, New Orleans -_-" . So that's why I'm posting my favourite Hannah Montana song....

If We Were A Movie

OR

You know you love me (pfft! Gossip Girl konon!),
Farie Rose CULLEN!

2008-08-07T05:49:00.000-07:00

What happened to accepting yourself for who are? He would have became a great figure, a genius of the arts. If only he accepted himself.

Here he is...back then...

Ben - Micheal Jackson

2008-07-23T06:09:00.000-07:00

All that brings me joy, I can never have. But those that see (and treat) me as a toy? They dwell around me. It's as if everything I love are Forbidden Fruits. And everything a loathe, lays itself infront of me. Am I to take them into my life? Why should I make myself miserable? Am I meant to lead my life solitarily? A sea of people? But just specks of sincerity. Just specks of sensitivity, compassion. I am not trash. I do not enjoy being pushed aside.

I have very little. I had hope. God, I live on it. But those I worked so hard to keep, you tear them away from me. I always felt happy to see you happy. I always ended up alone. But, as I said, I had hope. I hoped one day your eyes would see what I needed. I thought you'd realise what's what. But no. Outshine me. Downplay me. Made me insignificant. And you still do. I compremised myself, but I didn't need to. I didn't have to, you're nobody to me, I don't owe you anything, I could have easily have it all for myself. I should have played dirty. For some stupid reason, I decided, no.

Good deed? Maybe, but not to me.I never expected anything in return, all I wanted was care. Genuine care. However even such a simple thing is now a Forbidden Fruit. My world's small, and I'll do my best to develop things into better. But if I'm always to be insignificant to you, all I can say is, I'm so sorry for you. Today, it's just lil ol'Farie, tomorrow I'm gone. And not everyone is alike me. I'm not brutal, but the darn world is. Being aware & appreciative work alongside. That's why I feel sorry for you. I simply can't comprehend the reasons for these tears.

Good night.

PS. Sorry, no videos today. I feel a lil fever building up.

2008-07-22T02:20:00.000-07:00

Just to remind myself of what I DESPRATELY-HAVE to get done!

Wednesday - **Teacher Hunting
Thursday - **Application Do-Or-Die
Friday - Trim of hair. AND send application to _ _ _(shall no divulge area name, Cullens might know why)
Saturday - Lose weight? Fix both laptops. Continue falling in love with Spunk Ransom (*hint - Twilight!) !

VIDEO OF THE DAY

The Devil Wears Prada Gag Reel!

2008-07-21T06:54:00.000-07:00

Today was sooo no Monday Blue! In English, I received greatest news! My oral results was totally unexpected! But I guess all the last mintue reminders form Mdm Noreha, Miss Liu, and the last reading session with some of my classmates all paid off! But MDM NOREHA IS THE CORE FOR MY SUCCESS IN ENGLISH! I Love Her Too! (x

POA? Was okay, wasn't as bad as the previous few lessons...but can't say the same about the person teaching the subject. There are fine lines between being REALISTIC and MEAN and ENCOURAGING. That's all you need to know.

PE? Siow. The boys lost their minds. Mr Azuan Tan was some quirky 'shi-foo' master! Liyana fell. -_-' Me? NO VISIBLE PHYSICAL DIFFERENCE. pfft.

Assembly was a joke. I know they put in effort, but seriously, you didn't meet your purpose of task AT ALL! Try. Harder. Much. Harder.

RISE lesson was zee epitome! We gave each other hearts! I was just like Valentine's Day but just more care free! I simply adore my class! I'll be a rotting dead fly if I were in any other class...

Lab? Physics, macam NS. Chem, tak macam NS. I hope Shien's okay, she looked pretty down the dumps back there.

Now, back to my books! Nitey-nites!

Much love,
Farie Rose!

VIDEO OF THE DAY

Champions of Fiestari 2008 - Nanyang Polytechnic

2008-07-20T03:24:00.000-07:00

Dum-dee-dum...
Had a jolly good time at class today! Although it was only me and Faddy, our chitter-chatter was constant! The scolding about not doing our dear 'tugasan' was sooo expected. I've memorized 2 lines from the Surah that we're doing. Gosh, I'm pathetic. And Arab! Thank God I understood every single word she yabbed! Honestly, I'm the laughing stock of my family when it comes to Arab! Everyone can, at the minimum, understand the language. But me? I'm learning what kindergartner's learn! Well, that's what Kakak claims...At least there is a glimmer of hope since I received a strong B for the Mid-years!

I told Faddy about *-toot-*! To put it simple, Fads' an awesome friend! She's went through the same thing and said that I'm still, at least, in the right frame of mind! CLEAN & CARE FOR THAT CUT ON YOUR TOE! YOU'LL SOOO NEED IT FOR SOCCER! (X

YO AMY! YOU'RE TERRIBLY MISSED! COME NEXT WEEK OR, well, OH JUST COME DOWN!

Farie can't wait to go back to school! No, not because of *-toot-*. -_-' Please lah eh. There is a fine line between liking and obsession! I have not crossed over to that dark side. Undoubtedly so, someone has. =P School equivalents with adrenaline rush!

Much love,

Farie Rose!

Enjoy this Video-Of-The-Day!

Madonna - Vouge - MTV Performance

2008-07-19T01:54:00.000-07:00

Weeee! Had an enjoyable class outing today! But it was ridiculously tiring! Played the games there as if we weren't 16 year olds you know! Of course Miss Liu was involved in everything! I love her! Cleaned the beach well, the bazaar was a blast! Plus spent quality time with my family, The Cullen Coven! (:

There are waaay more pictures then just this one! I swear, half the time my face, OUT OF THIS WORLD! (in another sense, burok)

Gosh Fariha! Get *-toot-* out of your head already! No time to think about *-toot-* or anyone else for that matter! Focus! Remember, O LEVELS! NO 14 POINTS, NO NOTHING! Direct that fettish-ism to Breaking Dawn & Prelims! Hoorah!

Ooooh! I found this clip which I utterly love!

I'm Still Here - John Rzeznik - Treasure Planet

Another one of those movies which are my all-time-favourites!

2008-07-18T07:24:00.000-07:00

Her song(s), I initially thought, was(were) pathetic. But I figured she must have put a lot thought into all of it. Plus the heartbreak that caused had the drive to write the song. So I ended up liking this song(s).

7 Things - Miley Cyrus

And I cried when I first this other song. Cuz I miss my Grandpapa & Datuk too...may your souls rest in peace of the hereafter. Farie misses you both oh so much! )':

I Miss You - Miley Cyrus

"And even though it's different now, you're still here somehow..."

Had a rough day. Rejection, I ought to be immune too you by now. However, I know some face worse ordeals. But I was comforted by the thought of my dearly beloved(s). Beach cleaning tomorow! Hope we'll have a blast!

2008-07-17T03:51:00.000-07:00

Recently, I've developed obsessive fetishes!

The Devil Wears Prada

And Vampires!

Due to, none other then, The Twilight Saga!

Unless you've been living under a boulder up in the Himalayas, you would have heard of Stephenie Meyer who is the genius behind Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and, this one is about to be released, Breaking Dawn! Vampire + Romance = Farie losing her senses! (= And don't forget The Devil Wears Prada(DWP)! Not do I only love the acting, I simply adore the storyline! And, of course, le fashion!

These are my favourite songs from DWP!
MERYL STREEP IS LEGENDARY!

Back to the Twilight Saga. I'm glad the movie is coming soon! Haha! That'll be another obession for me! The casting, too me, is near perfect! However Ashley Greene (plays as Alice) is spot on! Edward is played by Robert Pattinson, better known for playing the part of Cedric Digorry in HP4. Whilst Bella is played by Kristen Stewart!

HERE's THE ORIGINAL MOVIE TRAILER.

WHILE THIS ONE IS THE BEST FAN MADE TRAILER MADE!

In school, we even have our own Cullen Coven! I know, I know, obsessed bitch. Sorry to disappoint you. I DON'T CARE (:

Till I blog again! Much loves!

2008-06-05T02:57:00.000-07:00

Review/Reflection (yadaa-yadaa-yadaa) on the June holiday classes.

Well, now that all the classes have ended, I have no idea how I am going to survive the next few weeks with my 4E2?! I getting so used to being around them (esp: the class loonies) that my mornings seem to quiet to be true. Overall, these lessons, I find, have been put to good/of some use. The most outstanding one? THE LABRADOUR PARK TRIP! I forgot that all hell breaks loose when 4E2 are brought outside their enclosures (aka. the classroom). =D Yes, while some 'Micheal Jackson-ed' themselves under umbrellas, others went, shall we say, Wild?

A fine example. When we saw the sign saying "NO DOGS ALLOWED IN THE AREA" what was our reaction?- "WALLACE STAY OUT!" =D

Anas is a piece of classic. As Mrs. Lee explained about the area, what was the best thing that came out of Anas's mouth?-"Where's the toilet ah?" =P

Hmmm...maybe I'll write more later!

Cordially,
Farie Rose (:

2008-05-23T05:48:00.000-07:00

Breakfast with t/chers + outings with my favourite girlfriends!

Happening yo! (= Our Breakfast With Teachers was an unexpected success! Our food and ambience must have been splendid that even Mrs. Sng stopped to steal some of our food. (= I think it's fate that 4e2 only has 3 Malay girls! Therefore, Tiara, Liyana & I spent a day Orchard! We went round to find Tiara's book, window shopped at countless franchises and lastly chilled at McCafe where we shared this really tantalizing cheesecake! I've said it before, food taste best when it's shared! Thank you Allah for making these girls my classmate cuz I've never felt so much like myself with other friends, it's seems so much easier to be myself when I'm with them. Well, I need to scram...From the bottomest of thy's heart, many thanks Tiara, many thanks Liyana!

Cordially,
Farie Rose!

2008-05-21T06:51:00.000-07:00

This is the best fan-made video of Harry Potter I've came across thus far!

Of course it only depicts the story between The Philosopher's Stone until The Order of the Pheonix only. But, I swear, The Half-Blood Prince is thee best of all 7 books! HBP The Movie comes out in like 6-7 months yo! ((=

2008-05-19T07:36:00.000-07:00

The brutal truth is, I can get over him.

Who?

Harry Potter! (= What were you thinking?
Really, Rowling's writing is ridiculously wondrous! Sometimes you'll almost wish these people were real and that somewhere in London, you'll find The Leaky Cauldron and behind the brick walls would be Diagon Alley! But if our life was filled with magic, it would be too much of a good thing, wouldn't it? This is where I snap back to reality! CRACK (hehe)

I hate the way the cikgus are going about with helping us with our Malay Os. Sickening that's what it is. One karangan per day. Bull. By the time I sit for the exam, I'll just dread writing them and do a bad job. My weak points are that, I seriously need to reread my work plus be extremely cautious on my language use. Peribahasa is always a set back. But no worries just 5 marks. My motto when revising, practicing or whatever is, "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" (yep, bet you know where i got that one from).

Did loads of algebra practice this weekend! Cleared all the TYs questions! *pats own back* Shall use the same drive for all my subjects! Jogged solo for the first time today! Dead tiring that one. Drank about 3 cups of Milo, when I came home! Funny thing is, I don't seem to feel hungry at all. Ouh yeah, the Milo filled me up already.

Better flop to bed now. School-schmool tomorow. How ENJOYABLE. No-no. Must remain positive. Yes. Positive. Okay. Good.

(btw. my voices' back so the people mentioned in the previous post may get some dissing of their own.)

Cordially,

Farie Rose (:

2008-05-17T07:32:00.000-07:00

I disagreed to perform and they went all the way?

No.1 I've graduated
No.2 I've done enough for the group (if you don't think so, you sure don't know the first thing 'bout me & my life)
No.3 Just because I'm not like you/don't hang with you, it don't mean i find myself better than you
No.4 Yeah, I'm not the only one taking the Os this year. But I sure wanna waste my time mugging. Every damn hour counts. You don't know or care cuz you've wasted you day dissing me.
No.5 Real mature of you to go running and complaining to Khairul. Real mature of you to present me with a bitch face when I said "good luck" to your bloody face.

It's true what they say, "You never count the hundred good deeds your friend has done for you 'cuz once they slip, just once, you pen them down 'till the very end,". This year I'll be as brutal as I wanna be, as friendly as I wanna be, as mediocre as I wanna be. If that doesn't appeal to you, all I can say is, "Why did you bother in the first ruddy place?". Yeah, I'm bloody nice, I've given face to numerous idiots, half of which, don't bloody deserve it. And you wanna point your fingers at me? Fine, call me whatever you want from that indescribably foul vocabulary of yours. But keep in mind, are you really that much better than me? I'm never gonna be perfect or the apple of your eye or someone you'd click with if all you do is point out my flaws. I bloody well know my flaws. I soo wasn't born yesterday, you see. Wake up. Life is short. Make full use of it. The ruddy right way, damn it.

(yeah, i know. this post clearly shows that anyone of us are prone to deduce ourselves to use the "indescribably foul vocabulary".)

Cordially,

Farie Rose.