eye art

Was bored the other day and decided to do an eye make-up video. Just so I can show the whole wide world how I do my usual make up and also, don't u want to see me on video?

*winks*

To be honest, the make up isn't all that great but its a start. Btw, the video is not ready yet. Apparently, editing a short clip can kill. Super difficult ok! Plus, my com isn't powerful enough to do these sorta things, so it takes extra long time. OMG. Slap me pls (this is just a form of expression, no need to take it literally).

Well, after recording the video, I felt like its such a waste to rub off my eye make up immediately. So, my hands got itchy and I made some eye art!

Tah-dah! I look like a freak, I know. -_-"

Right eye

Left eye

Which one do u prefer? Naima saw me and laughed at my left eye. My left eye was so hurt, it kept twitching. I had trouble calming it down. It didn't help that Naima complimented my right eye. My left eye got so jealous, it became rebellious. It refused to cooperate with my right eye and I had vision problems for a few minutes only, thankfully. Nearly walked into my own wardrobe. Wtf.

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Ok, enough bullshitting! Hahahahah!

XOXO!

worst pick up line ever

So I went to Rev's last Thursday with mah gurls. Its been too damn long since we last clubbed. I know, I know. Its not like us to be such geeks. But we have good reasons to stay in the whole time:
1) My passport was stolen - no entry into clubs
2) Its too bloody cold - temperatures dropped to -8 degrees! How on earth to dress slutty leh?
3) Its damn expensive to club - entrance fee and drinks prices, its in pounds, ppl!

Anyhow, the no-clubbing spell was finally over. Its not like a huge chunk of money fell from the sky for us; we were just too shit sick of staying in, its not even funny. We became so fucking lame, I swear our brain must've been slightly damaged to say the least, from no clubbing.

Take for example Naima's damn lame and cold joke --> What baker doesn't wash his hands when he bakes?
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Answer: Ted Baker.


Wtf. Lame or not, u tell me. Lame until wanna die.

Camwhore also become lame liao. Somebody save us!

I is loving my new top!

Ok, ok. Back to the topic. We went to try out Rev's cos we heard that its good. But we made the fatal mistake of not going on a Student Night. Drinks were more expensive (a pint of Carlsberg costed £3.40 for goodness' sake!) and there were loads of dirty old men around.

These dirty old men were perverted and touchy-feely and could not stop ogling. Granted, we were the hottest babes in the club that night cos the only ladies around were old aunties! And guess what, those dirty bastards video-ed us dancing. Shit disgusting, right?

And this working man tried to pick me up with possibly, one of the worst lines ever!

See the bastard at the back?

Bastard: Hey, I like ur shirt! What do you call ur shirt?
Wildberry: Erm... shirt?
Bastard: Oh... hahahaha! Nice shirt!


And then, when Maria and I danced, he danced up to Maria first and poor babe! She felt him get a hard-on while she grinded him. Ewwww~~~ Solid proof that men think with their dicks. It was an innocent grind, u idiot. Hmmm... but grinds can never be innocent, can they?

;)

My next conversation with him went like this.

Bastard: Hey, my friend is kinda shy. Would u and ur friends mind dancing with him?
Wildberry: Em... I think my friends are shy too. Sorry.
Bastard: You don't seem shy. Would u dance with him then?
Wildberry: (Looks at B's friend) Sorry, nope!
Bastard: Would you dance with me then?
Wildberry: Ok!

LOL! In my defense, he was the best looking one in the club so far! Of cos, that's if I do not consider my French friend, Ben who was easily the hottest guy around. Bastard's friend was seriously pe-ta-han ugly lor! No way am I going to grind such an ugly!

Ben

But then, Bastard wasn't all that bad. At least he bought us a drink before leaving the club with his friends.

"Waaa-haaaa! I is got a drink!"

Ok la. He's not a bastard la. I upgrade him to... guy.

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Shit. I need more clubbing!

Just because. Hahahahha!

If you want to read more about clubbing in Rev's, click this --> click click!

what i'm obssessed with right now

James Morrison - Broken Strings (click to watch video)

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me, now I can't feel anything

When I love you and so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking its the voice of someone else

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but its not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?

Oh what are we doing?
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late, too late

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but its not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late, too late

ou can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again



Thriving Ivory - Angels On The Moon




Do you dream, that the world will know your name?
So tell me your name
And do you care, about all the little things or anything at all?
I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside I wanna feel
I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive
To know I'm alive

Don't tell me if I'm dying, 'cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon

Do you believe, in the day that you were born?
Tell me, do you believe?
And do you know, that every day's
The first of the rest of your life?

Don't tell me if I'm dying, 'cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon

This is to one last day in the shadows
And to know a brother's love
This is to New York City angels
And the rivers of our blood
This is to all of us, to all of us

So don't tell me if I'm dying, 'cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon

Yeah, you can tell me all your thoughts
About the stars that fill polluted skies
And show me where you run to
When no one's left to take your side
But don't tell me where the road ends
'Cause I just don't wanna know,
No I don't wanna know

Don't tell me if I'm dying
Don't tell me if I'm dying
Don't tell me if I'm dying