the hobbit appreciation post...just cos i can.

just watched the hobbit today with my bro and sister in law. it was AWESOME!

warning: may have spoilers for the movie the hobbit: an unexpected journey. readers beware. lolzzzz.

i used to think that it was a great idea that they made it into 3 parts, because that meant more attention to detail and they didn't need to cut out bits in the book and whatnot, but now i'm not so sure. i hate waiiiiitiiinggggg...guh, when's the desolation of smaug coming out anyways? 

...just checked. it's coming out in december? WHAT THE FAAAAHHKKK..*dies* 

gah, whatever hollywood. take my money. i'll wait. *throws epic fit in the background*

i was vibrating with excitement in the cinema. when i first saw bilbo (played by the lovely martin freeman) i was like, "jawnnnomgzz!!!1!!?!". and gandalf looks awesome as always. (but i was kind of concerned because i read that sir ian mckellan is currently battling prostate cancer, the poor lad. i was worried that he'd get tired during the shooting of the movie wtflol). 

gandalf you da man!

yes, the movie is three hours or so. it was a long movie, and it's common to get a bit tired during long movies, but critics have been hating on this film haven't they? why? i imagine the fans of the book (such as myself) would enjoy the amount of depth they put into the storyline, and you can't expect a movie to have a good storyline without having parts that are slower right? imagine if bilbo up and left bag end 15 minutes into the story, it wouldn't be very realistic in my opinion. but hey, that's just what i think. i loved the boring bits as well, silly as that may sound. 

one of the main things that critics complained about the movie was that it wasn't as epic a quest as the lord of the rings series. well guess what guys? this isn't the lord of the rings. it's set in middle earth, sure, and some of the characters are the same, but it's a different tale altogether. don't go watching this movie expecting something to be on as grand of a scale as lotr because it isn't. it's a children's story for god's sake. when i watched the movie i try to connect it with the scenes in the book, and that makes it seem all the more enjoyable. and as for the parts that weren't in the book, well, the more the merrier? lolz.

for example, i really enjoyed it when thorin oakenshield sang the song misty mountains song in bilbo's house. it was like the book came to life right in front of me, who could ever complain about something THAT awesome? 

all i can say is peter jackson and the cast and crew of the hobbit did really well. you go girl, don't let the bastards let you down! they obviously made the movie for the fans of tolkien and the book and not for the critics. it's a labour of love, and it really kinda shows. (btw peter jackson reminds me of a dwarf. it's just how he looks. i think that is beyond, BEYOND awesome).

and hooomaigod how incredible is martin freeman as bilbo? i was so fascinated with him the whole time. he sounds like himself, but he made me believe that he's bilbo baggins from the shire. it's incredible, and his facial expressions = WIN. everyone was laughing at almost everything he did. 

told you he was awesome.

i would encourage everyone to see this movie, except for the idiots who claim that it's too "been-there-done-that" for them to watch. don't even bother with those lot. 

i was disappointed by 2 things though in this movie:

REASON ONE: 

i really wanted them to put the scene when the goblins sang as they captured bilbo and the dwarves, even though it's only three verses long heehee. it starts like this:

crack! snap! the black crack! 

grip, grab! pinch, nab!

and down down to goblin-town!

you go, my lad!

another great singing part was when bilbo and co were up in the trees and the goblins were burning down the tree they were in, and it went like this:

fifteen birds in five fir-trees,

their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze!

but, funny little birds, they had no wings!

o what shall we do with the funny little things?

roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot:

fry them, boil them, and eat them hot?

this one was also 3 verses long, but i dunno, i just think it'd be awesome to hear these ones turned into song. of course, if they did all of the songs in there this movie would be a musical lol.

REASON TWO:
i thought they were gonna show smaug! but nooooo, they just show his backside and asdfkfnkn i wanted to hear benedict speak. as a dragon. it would make my life. please. please.

don't judge him by his looks, smaug's a really great dragon. fo' realz yo.

aaaand well, that's basically it! my appreciation post for the hobbit. i love the book to bits so i thought it deserved a post.

you know what'd be awesome? if i had a tshirt of a t-rex wearing a top hat. that'd be awesome.

*googles t-rex in top hat*

why my upstairs neighbours should get several arrows to the knee.

i am evil.

okay, here's the story. i have this upstairs neighbour who annoys the fahk out of me. reason? he plays his music at ungodly hours in the morning when people are trying to sleep (and i am trying to work for fucks sake) and worse of all, he plays it so loudly that the bass vibrations from his stereo actually makes my bed vibrate. it's SO LOUD. i have had headaches from the bass vibes of his stereo alone.

and hey, not to worry, he's got more tricks up his sleeve! he musical tastes SUCK. okay, i can stand adele. i can stand train. those guys aren't bad. but to play the same damn song 20 times in a row? not cool asshole. and he sometimes plays these really weird indian pop songs which are so annoying. i mean, at least i can understand the english songs, but indian pop songs? come on, don't be a jerk.

i've gotten so mad at him because i couldn't sleep that i've actually yelled at him from downstairs to shut the fuck up and turn down the volume. of course, i'm so very very intimidating so he turns it down. NOT. he turns it down a bit. a BIT. what kind of inconsiderate selfish fuckwit is this? god it riles me up just thinking about it lol.

but anyhow, back to the story of me being evil. i've been so affected by this that i've actually done gone and bought a stereo for my room. lol yes fight fire with fire. and i've been blasting some rock songs whenever he starts to play his songs, so that he knows how loud he's actually being. this has...surprisingly worked. hmm.

this is what i did just now. he was playing his favourite train song of the decade "drive by" (i can't listen to that song without wanting to puke anymore yech) so i proceeded to open my itunes, switch on my addmittedly small yet okay stereo (good enough to make him take notice) and have played some of my music for a change. take that biatch. feel the wrath of a thousand suns. 

so now it's blissfully quiet, because he's turned off his music, and i've turned off mine. yayzles. i don't know if this is just a coincidence or something and if he's gonna start playing his shitty songs again, but rest assured that i will try my best to piss the fuck out of this fella. because he DESERVES it. 

and really, if this doesn't work, i'm gonna try another very evil tactic: leaving cat shit on their doorstep. lolz. i am kidding. sorta maybe not. 

my current favourites (december 2012)

"speak for yourself,

you paper tigers,

too late to make demands,

when you've got a riot on your hands"

i thought i'd update my blog since it's been a little while since i've updated, when i promised myself i'd try to post every day. blogging helps me to vent! this post is all about my favourites of the moment. let's begin!

my current favourite smell in the world right now is very scandalous, haha. it's sex on the beach from demeter fragrance library. it was a birthday gift for myself...lolz okay you twisted my arm, it's one of my brithday gifts that i bought for myself haha. it's a scent spray, which means that it doesn't last as long as an eau de parfum or even an eau de toilette, but i love it all the same. it's supposedly the smell of an alcoholic beverage, which i haven't ever smelled so i dunno about that, but the spray itself smells like pineapples and berries and weirdly enough (maybe i'm just imagining this because it's not mentioned in the website) coconuts! it smells so warm and happy and awesome.

demeter's new in malaysia, and i bought mine from klcc's isetan, in a shop with a korean brand which for the life of me i can't remember the name of. one word to describe demeter's fragrances would be UNIQUE. seriously, they have some out of this world scents. like, hello, thunderstorm? wet garden? DIRT? lolz. even though i'm not entirely sure i want to smell like dirt, i do appreciate the thought of creating scents that evoke good memories and happiness. go check them out at here. 

the next smell that i'm addicted to is the scent of my current favourite drink, which is a tea made up of a heavenly infusion of camomile  honey and vanilla. it smell so warm and calming and wonderful, i can't help sniffing my empty cup when i finish drinking the tea. it really does work to calm down your nerves when you're not doing as much work as you're supposed to lolz. i've been quite into teas lately, (you know, my british obsession) and i've been trying to find some that i like. i don't really like the stronger ones like black tea, but i basically have no idea about other types of tea, i.e. darjeeling, assam, earl grey, rooibos. believe me, there are a lot of teas out there in the world.

like having a tasty smelling therapist at home.

my current favourite song is lol...bohemian rhapsody, from queen. i love the song, it's so...weird. it's about a man who accidentally killed someone, and sort of sold his soul to the devil. then on the night of his execution he calls out for God to help save him from the Devil (they actually put Bismillah in the lyrics, which is, in my humble opinion quite awesome because it meant that freddy mercury was open enough to accept other religious views and he was actually praying for mercy) and different forces fight for his soul. my favourite part of the song would prolly be the opera part which starts like this:

"i see a little silhouette-o of a man,

scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?

thunderbolt and lightning,

very very frightening me!"

and this part is great too:

"i'm just a poor boy nobody loves me, 

he's just a poor boy from a poor family,

spare him his life from this monstrosity!" 

i keep singing the opera part which sounds really cray cray when you're singing it without being accompanied by a choir haha. ah well.

my favourite tv shows would for the moment are the walking dead, doctor who, and glee. (make no mistake though, i still smile to myself when i remember a random bit of dialog from sherlock. i am so retarded haha) the walking dead this season is sooooo good. i am liking michonne because she is a BADASS. but tbh, she's nothing compared to martin freeman.

biggest bamf that ever lived.

aaaaanyways, i think the walking dead's in its 8th episode now, still waiting for 9 to be uploaded onto you-know-where. :p in the last episode michonne stabbed the governer with a piece of broken glass, RIGHT IN THE FRIGGIN' EYE! god that was terrifying. i always imagine shit like that happening to me. (not being stabbed by michonne, but like, falling and accidentally skewering my eye or something morbid like that) and my favourite character daryl was sadly captured by the governer, and merle (his brother) was outed as a spy for enemy (even though he actually wasn't) because the governer was mad that merle lied to him and said that he had killed michonne. dang so much drama. i just hope my homeboy's all good in the next ep. 

...and now i've just found out that episode 9 is not airing until february next year. WHAT THE FART? (cries) sigh. SIGH. 

ah well. i've finished watching all 7 seasons of doctor who, and now i'm just waiting for the latest episode which is no. 6, which is gonna be aired on christmas. gah this is what i hate about series, all the cliffhangers and waiting and anxiety and stress and gaaaaaahhhh. truth be told though, i don't really enjoy the 11th doctor. it's sad, because i love the series and its inherent geekiness, but i can't seem to like 11 as much as i like 9 and 10. i mean, i love 9. and 10 is my favourite because he's made of rainbows and fluffy clouds and chocolates. i see 9 as someone i would love to have an adventure with, 10 as someone who could be my best friend, and 11 as like, a normal acquaintance. and the worst part is i'm really trying to love him, but i don't know why i don't. he's okay, and he has his moments of coolness but overall? meh. 

10 though is so awesome that he can rock 3d glasses LIKE A BOSS.

well, at least we have some new eye candy in glee. the klaine ship has disbanded though, so that makes me sad. i am not liking the marley or whatsername and the whole aneroxic act, because hello, she is already SUPER SKINNY. it's really not very believable to me that someone so thin could be so insecure about herself, especially when she's got 2 guys fighting over her? i dunno, that's just me though, i could be very wrong. 

but hey, life would be infinitely look better if more brody's existed in the world.

my current favourite person right now is and always will be mcevil, who's disappeared and has been quite quiet and tired today because he's been busy playing with the new toy i bought him! ♥

phwoah sexy pose.

i'm currently reading sherlock holmes on paperback as well as on my phone, so i can safely say that sherlock holmes is my favourite book right now. i am positive that just reading these books will raise my iq by 20 points, because, as sherlock says, "i am a brain watson, the rest of me is a mere appendix". 

my favourite accessories are anything with skulls on them. but i'm most prone to wear skull rings, because those are just too awesome to deny. and i am lemming for these:

handcuff skeleton bracelet! omg awesomeface. from here.

my favourite item of clothing would prolly be...my new boots! :D this was my 2nd birthday gift to myself teehee. it was from topshop and it is beeyootee-ful! it's quite hilarious that the name of these boots are topshop macho black patent laceup boots. macho, haha cool.

they're admittedly a bit shinier than i prefer, but i still rock these!

honest, i wear these nearly every day. i don't even feel that comfortable in heels anymore cos i keep wearing these babies and they're flat kan. but whatevs, they're just so rad.

well, i think that's about enough rambling dontcha think? i'm currently stuck in the cat part of youtube again. gaaaaaah. 

the depressing reality of being a shopaholic.

OKAY. I'M DEAD. DED. 

it all happened when i decided on a whim to check my bank account, foolishly thinking that i still had quite a bit of money left from when i got my scholarship and my pay for my report stuff (which i still haven't finished by the way. fuckkkkkk).

how wrong was i. who's the fool now, huh?

a huge proportion of rm5000 (that's how much both the scholarship and pay were) has gone missing. gone! nil! zilch! and it's only been ONE AND A HALF MONTHS! fuck me, i'm a shopaholic. 

oh, i have no illusions as to all the money went. i'm looking at you, mango jackets (still love you both though, mwah), and you, sephora haul (though in my defense, i did need a better moisturiser for my itchy ass eczema skin, but i plead the fifth in regards to the makeup stuff haha). i also bought lots of rings, cos they're beautiful and i wear them every frickin' day for realz, and oh, an ikea spree. whee! and more makeup from random sellers online (now i know that beauty is expensive...and i'm still not beautiful anyways! gahd!) oh and my pretty leopard heels from dorothy perkins. and i've been eating loads of extravagant stuff lately, patutla debab sangat. aaaand i did buy some technology stuff (phone casing lolz and speakers and new cables for my headphones) and the only worthwhile things i remember paying for are my registration fees for micra and my mom's driver's license, in which she paid in half already! gah! 

why? why must i be so stupid and materialistic? why can't i live a simple, fuss free life and save my money for better things? i wanted to save half of my money and put them into savings, what the eff happened to that? 

oh. i feel ill. this displeases me greatly. when i calculated the whole thing, i estimate that i overspent around 2000 bucks. on THINGS. and apparently i can't even remember some of them. i used to only spend my money on BOOKS and CDS and GAMES. arrrrgh. 

ok. never mind. there's still money left. the point to this rant is not to say that i'm broke as in tak ada duit langsung, mind you, but to lament the loss of such a huge amount (to me) of money, which was spent on little things that seemed fanciful to me at the time. true story, everytime i am contemplating buying something nowadays, i just go "LOL YOLO" and get it anyways. like, 80% of the time. i kid you not. and this is the accompanying image in my head because i am effed up lol:

so...yeah. true story of a greek tragedy. now all i can do is calm the fuck down and stop shopping...actually, sometimes i shop for the sake of shopping, not for the thing itself. because what the heck else am i supposed to do when i'm bored of staying at home and want to go out but am alone? 

gah. how depressing. i'm gonna go make myself an expensive cup of tea now. ta.

the stranger in the mirror is wearing my clothes.

"no i'm not alright,

i know that i'm not right,

feels like i travel but i never arrive,

i wanna thrive, not just survive"

okay. so today was fun. i was supposed to go meet my supervisor this morning for a quick update sesh for my work, but at the last minute he couldn't make it and so rescheduled. so, situation: it's 10 am, the day's beautiful, and i'm wide awake and alive. what do i do?

i go to ikea, of course. 

you know, there are loads of treasures in ikea. it's like a tiny little world of its own, they have everything you'd ever want and need in there. well, almost everything. i went there alone, as per usual, but ended up meeting my aunts there, who just arrived from penang yesterday. weird coincidence huh? cool!

anyways, i bought a lamp. well, a night light. well, a night shade lamp thingy. i have no clue what to call it stop judging me with your eyes. this ended up being one my best ideas ever because now, as i am at home, i find that the electrical wiring in my house is still effed up, so i can't open the fan and lights but i can use electrical appliances. success. 

after the fiasco of last night (and thank god my supervisor decided to reschedule!) i am now comfortably sitting on my bed with my laptop on a small desk (well...it's a food tray, but fuck you for wanting to put a label on everything) ready to do my work because there's the comforting light of my new night-lamp-shade-thing. 

OH! and...important information. the light i bought is in the shape of a globe. it's round, happy and blubbery (don't judge) and i took like an hour deciding which lamp to buy. in the end i settled for the globe because it reminded me of something awesome that i couldn't really recall and it looked like one of those sightseers orbs or something, and because globes are the new triangles. heck yeah.

but when i got home and i opened my laptop, i realized what the lampy globe looked like! lo and behold, my freckled friends:

my lamp globe thingy.

zoom out!

my room...wait what's that? (p/s: my room is awesome hey? haha)

my current wallpaper is this

the ood man. the friggin' ood. they hold orb thingies in their hands. i was like

because i didn't even realize my obsessions ran so deep. so deep that it's in my subconscious. it's true though, the last few days i've been having alien-ish dreams, which were awesome, because i love dreams. they're like watching movies, except you haven't watched the trailer yet so you know nothing about the story plot and it's fun and exciting and totally cool. 

anyways, one of the best dreams was this mesh between a video game and doctor who, where i was with these other contestants in a game, and we were let loose in a huge abandoned house with mazes all around. we were split into 2 groups, and we had to not only navigate our way around the mazes in the house and try not to fall into traps and shit, we also had to find weapons and eliminate the opposing team. 

yeah, my dreams are gruesome sometimes. *shrug* 

so i don't remember specifics, but there was a part where i think i had to move from upstairs to the ground floor using these steel scaffolding pipes laid all around this narrow vertical passageway. the best image i could find that explains this is this pic here

then when i got down there i came upon a room, then we had to run away from some sort of sonic pulse and when i was running there was a chair in the middle of this room and boom! the doctor was sitting there. except the doctor was a mixture of the 9th and 10th doctor (shows how much i adore the both of them really, even my subconscious couldn't decide) and he told me to RUN but i couldn't and maybe i didn't want to, because i could never abandon the doctor. so i gave him a hug and i looked into his face and decided that i'd die with the doctor. and then i wake up. 

deep huh. i somehow always find deeper meaning to small random things. i'm overemotional like that. i've got so much feels in me. woot woot!

i am not strong enough to endure this.

i'm currently attempting to finish a report solely by the use of candle light, because the electricity in my house is a huge dick and a selfish bastard. *shakes fist* add to the fact that the candles smell are vanilla-scented and are actually quite fucking calming, and it's slowly lulling me into a false sense of security that everything's gonna be alright and no, my supervisor won't mind that upon meeting him tomorrow morning i am forced to admit that i haven't done much work the past few weeks because i have been busy watching an alien with a british accent and his merry companions travel the universe in a bright blue police box solving mysteries and having a blast.

i now regret EVERYTHING. 

and i have a feeling that my final report will be full of romance and suspense. either that, or it's edgar allen poe's the raven.  

and why the fuck am i suddenly hungry? awh hell no, and i've finished my delicious hobnobs. this is a disaster. i am never gonna survive this. my eyes are feeling heavier, like someone's pulling them down. i feel like there's sand in my eyes and i need to close my eyes and...breathe and...focus a...

dammit. dead.

hobnobs and hairology.

behold, my new blog look! it's a beachy theme, quite relaxed i must say. even the music is all mellow and chilled out..for me anyways. i mean, any mellower than that and i'd be asleep. 

i bought hobnobs yesterday. milk chocolate coated hobnobs to be precise. to those who are wondering what the bloody blazes hobnobs are, they're a range of oat biscuits from mcvities that...well i don't know how they're different from the original mcvities but there are some differences i bet. and these hobnobs, while quite expensive here in malaysia, are friggin' delicious. mmm..milk chocolate and biscuits all rolled into one.

now i'm fancying some tea with these.

i'm still looking for jammie dodgers though. jammie dodgers are quite famous, and heck, we do have the malaysian variations for them, but i still want to try them. why? because the doctor eats them. and because in fanfics sherlock and watson seem to LOVE jammie dodgers. ergo, i would love jammie dodgers, because i love the doctor and sherlock and watson. yay for love and biscuits with jam fillings.

and proof that jammie dodgers are cool:

that's not actually a miniature donut. it's a jammie dodger lol.

i've finished watching seasons 1 to 4 of doctor who. in...mmm, a month maybe? yeah, i am that crazy. i'm currently watching season 5, but...truth be told, i don't seem to enjoy it as much as i did with the past seasons. the 11th doctor is played by matt smith, the one holding the jammie dodger up there, and i'm trying to get a feel of his character, but, i dunno, i prefer david or christopher better? (ah, on first name basis are we now?) 

because hello, look at david tennant. look at him.

looooook at hiiiiim! that grin.

i am convinced that this scottish man is my best friend. i don't know why, but i feel like he's the bestest friend a person could hope for. he's funny, loves coldplay and is very laid back and chilled. him and catherine tate (another awesome best friend and my favourite doctor who companion now) should be bestest of friends with me forever! 

now i've read somewhere that being scottish is not the same as being british. and since i included tennant in my british post, i must apologise for my slip. david tennant is still awesome in any nationality though, and his scottish accent is totes mcgoats too.

and i loooooove the tenth doctor's hair. i don't know why, i think it's the best thing ever! it's fluffy and spiky at the same time. and the sideburns, lol. 

spiffiness personified.

speaking of hair, i've been thinking to get my hair cut again, since it's grown rather long for my liking. i actually cut my hair super short the last time i went to the salon, and i really like my hair short to be honest. i feel more confident and cooler in short hair, and since i wear a hijab anyways there's no problem of me being mistaken for a dude, which is a big no-no. i've been goggling pixie cuts, and there are actually a lot of celebs and such sporting short hair nowadays. must be the weather or something. miley cyrus, the beautiful emma watson, agyness deyn, anne hathaway, loads of 'em!

michelle williams pulls off short hair really well. cute!

i love this, messy and punky!

some people are really attached to their hair. i think that hair is just that, hair. nothing to be freaked out about, because it grows back out. maybe it's just cos i wear a hijab so it doesn't bother me as much as other stuff. i don't think i'd ever cry over a haircut though, because when i was younger and didn't wear a hijab, there was this one time where i accidentally cut my hair suuuuper short (hairdresser's mistake, and my tak sampai hati-ness to tegur her lol) and people mistook me for a dude. i was stressed out at first, but then i was like, "butt fuck this. i don't care.", and then it grew out. the end. lolz. but i remember one of my friends telling me that i looked like a hot dude, so...yeah. win-win? :\

random. really. allons-y!

ugh, i need to update my blog theme and header. it's a nasty job, but i love it. but i'm kind of maybe really lazy to do it now on the account of me watching doctor who day and night and day and night and...ok. you get it hey.

hey, maybe i could make a doctor who/sherlock/the walking dead header, all mashed up into one! nice.

i will change this blog into a completely different looking blog..ish. you just see.

the brit appreciation post.

reasons why i am in love with the great britain:

• they shaped my childhood

i grew up with books. when my family came back from scotland my brother and sister accumulated a collection of books from british writers, namely enid blyton and roald dahl. i love their books to this day. i mean, enid blyton's the famous five made me dream of days of cycling around in the british countryside, eating scones and freshly made butter and cheese. i dreamt of adventures with julian, dick, anne and george (because she hates being called georgina) and their dog timothy. solving crimes and getting into trouble and having fun, who doesn't want that? 

from famousfive.net

and roald dahl is a genius! to this day i still smile at recollections of his book the big friendly giant, or the BFG. the illustration for the book was by quentin blake, which i remember to this day. it's this very same one, here:

pic from wikipedia.org

pic from terbsworld.wordpress.com

ohhhh, i remember those ears. and the bfg drank frobscottle which is like a carbonated drink, except the bubbles go downwards instead of up, and they fart! (lol, but they call it whizzpopping). bfg's job is to deliver good dreams to little kids all over the world, and there are 9 evil giants who always bully him, with names like gizzardgulper, childchewer and fleshlumpeater. ah, the good ol' days. 

• they gave me harry potter

harry potter, the greatest book series of all times. i think i spent a huge chunk of my life discussing, watching, reading and quoting harry potter. the books taught me about friendship, love, bravery, and more. the characters are colourful and engaging and funny and ah, i miss harry potter. i was so sad when the series ended. i cried when dobby died. at least he died a free elf.

from re-thinkers.blogspot.com

i can't talk much about harry potter, because everyone knows how awesome and beautiful and significant it is in their lives. EVERYONE. KNOWS. THIS. 

• they gave me more adventures, of the adult kind

no, i'm not being dirty, you fool. i meant sherlock holmes. they gave me sherlock holmes. the books and the series and the movies, although i confess i am head over heels in love with the bbc series the most. even as i was watching the series i had this feeling that sherlock holmes would change my life. (i don't know why i felt this way, but there was this feeling of significance. perhaps it was because i was bawling so much at the end of reichenbach falls) 

it's a brilliant series, and it's led me to the love of my life (at the moment, but shh on that): benedict cumberbatch. the most beautiful and enigmatic man on earth. you don't really want to know how obsessed i am with benny at the moment, but here's a hint. when i see a picture of him smiling, i automatically smile as well. how fucked up is that?

benedict cumberbatch, breaking hearts since 1976. pic from fanpop.com

and now...the latest reason for me to love britain:

• doctor who

really, i should kick myself in the face for falling into the doctor who trap head first. but i had to. I HAS TO. it called to me, the fans, the amount of love people have for the show, all of it beckoned me to just watch a few episodes, that's all. watch a few episodes and then you can delete it from your hard disk and your memory forever.

of course, the first clue that things would go awry was when i downloaded the whole first season of doctor who. and then, even before watching said first season, i went ahead and downloaded the second season as well. yes, a few episodes huh? gah. 

now, a few days later and i've watched both season 1 and 2 and i bawl my eyes out when i watch doomsday, the last episode for season 2. well, it was a little less of bawling than when i watched the ending of third star, but still, tears of pain. down my cheeks. it was raining on my cheeks. 

and to top it all off, i am now also in love with the doctors. i say the doctors because season 1 was the ninth doctor played by christopher eccleston, and season 2 was the tenth doctor played by david tennant. both play the role of the doctor fantastically. i absolutely love eccleston's darker and mysterious doctor, and i am equally charmed (what's with these funky words? lolz) by tennant's happy and quirky adorableness. i also like that tennant played barty crouch jr in harry potter. and randomly, that the writers of sherlock, mark gatiss and steven moffatt are also writers for doctor who. see? they're all connected! 

and the relationship between the doctor and rose?

DIES.

these are the kinds of relationships that i will strive for in the future. sherlock literally jumped off a building to save his best friend john. rose risked her life to save the doctor, so he wouldn't have to go through life alone. i am literally feeling right now. 

doesn't matter if it's the ninth doctor,

pic from weheartit.com

or the tenth.

adorableness from fanpop.com

it's so beautiful. and now i'm downloading the third season of doctor who and i am so sad for the doctor but excited...SASDSDSFFFA THE DOWNLOAD JUST COMPLETED! i can has watch 3rd season noew...oh my god! i am exploding from so much feels.

btw...can i say that eccleston and tennant are also hot as heck? yes they are older but nope, they've still got it! i think eccleston's got this happy, dark humoured, mysterious face, and tennant's got this adorable happy lol-led out face. sho awesome. 

PLUS POINT:

it is with great joy that i discovered captain jack harkness from doctor who. he was in a few of the episodes in season 1, and then a spin-off series was created just for him called torchwood. he's also gorgeous. i am in love with these gorgeous men and i don't know how to feel anymore.

BAMF john and sexy schlock

the rockin' ninth doctor clad with his leather jacket

the awesome nerdiness of the tenth doctor. look at him, squee.


and finally, captain jack harkness. hello good lookin'.

therefore, a salute to you, british people, for making my life a happy one. and there's no tragedy in that.

ok now let me kill myself for semi-quoting such a sad line. ta. 

a jacket appreciation post. really.

so. i totally blew it today. i'm sorta kinda maybe a tiny bit broke right now, because all my moolah is only coming at the end of this month, but then...

i went to midvalley and totes bought a jacket. (well it says suit on the tag of the jacket, but that's totes crazy cos it's a jacket. a jacket!) and drumroll please, it's a military jacket!

*jumps up and down in sheer happiness and awesomeness*

yes, i finally caved and bought a gorgeous dark green military jacket from mng. it's beautiful, and i've been wanting one since the day i was born, so basically i totes (can you feel how annoying that word is? totes? lolz) should get it right?

and because pictures are worth a thousand words yadda yadda, here's the jacket in ze flesh!

pic from mango.com

isn't it beautiful? it cost me 259 bucks, it has to be pretteh ahaha. but anyways, i figured since i've wanted one for so long and this one is of good quality, i'd really regret if it buy it heh. i will wear the heck out of this jacket. my grand kids will inherit this jacket from my kid when i'm dead. i will go swimming in this jacket. yep, a solid investment indeed.

i totally felt guilty about wasting money though. sigh. 

i've totally noticed a pattern though. although i've  really liked military jackets for a long time, the interest suddenly reappeared due to one reason, and one reason only...well okay, it's awesome and it looks cool, but the real reason is because of...SHERLOCK. 

dammit. i knew i shouldn't have gotten so invested with this show. i always become slightly retarded and crazy obsessed with awesome albeit random things, and this time it's sherlock. well, it's actually watson though. dr. john hamish watson. from the fifth northumberland fusiliers. former army doctor and bff of sherlock holmes. 

i mean, come on. you've got to see the appeal here. it's like the bromance of the century man. they're best friends and they're like an old married couple. they genuinely care for each other to the point that they're willing to put themselves at danger for one another. i mean, heck, i'd take a relationship like that over a bland marriage or normal relationship any day. 

but anyway! back to the topic at hand. i really liked john's jacket from the show, this one particularly:

both images are from coggles.com

obviously the jacket i bought looks nothing like this jacket, but ever since that show i've wanted a military jacket even more than ever, just because...you know, john's ex-army. and he's small, and looks harmless, but he's a mean crackshot and he's awesome and ohmygod i'm rambling again aren't i?

the jacket's a haversack 'shooting' jacket. it's gorgeous, really. i love the leather shoulder guard thing, it's what makes the jacket really bamf-y, you know? and it's got that leather detailing at the back which i'm not sure what it is because they look like elbow patches but they're not and oh did i mention that i was really into elbow patches last year? lolz. (random true story: i started obsessing over jackets and shirts with elbow patches when my mom bought this really cute shirt for my crazy awesome nephew and i really liked it and then i was like, ohmygod i want one too. yes this is a true story. i am that random.) 

and when john first wore the jacket my eyes were immediately drawn to it. it really is a cool jacket. and it looks really comfy and warm. damn. 

sherlock's overcoat is really awesome too. i can't pull that off though because of my vertical problems? (lol) but sherlock's coat is from belstaff, which is this really awesome british brand which i've heard of before. (there's another long rant for this, but i'll put it at the end of this post lol). anyways, check out their website, belstaff.com and just. look. at. their. jackets. they're GORGEOUS. they're seriously like beautiful works of art, bloody expensive but like, seriously. man. 

image from sherlockology.com

sherlock's coat is a belstaff 'milford' coat, and hey hey, it's no longer available. i actually read (from here) that when the show came out there was a high demand for belstaff the coat that they actually did relaunch it in 2010. amazing what a show can do right? and the coat really screams sherlock through and through; mysterious, dark, quite classic but very stylish in it's quality and make. (i think i'm overthinking this but i refuse to think further. hah, geddit?)

well, that's that. when i get my salary i'm so gonna get this blazer, also from mango, because it's actually really good quality and it's really pretty and quite cheap, at like RM160 i think:

from mango.com

ooh, it's a beauty innit? i practically live in blazers and jackets nowadays. i think it's because i used to wear cardigans all the time, like i have 10 different coloured cardigans but now i'm kind of over them and so i wear blazers. because they're tres chic. and really you don't have to iron them ahaha.

oh, yeah. my rambling story about how i first knew the brand belstaff? when i was in saudi last year my parents brought me to this really cool like discount store where they sold branded designer clothing for a slashed price. like, really slashed. so when i was there there was this really, exquisitely beautiful leather jacket  which was like 1000 bucks++, and i was so in love with it. even my mom was in love with it. i wanted to have kids with this jacket. it was beautiful. it was soft like buttah, smooth as silk. it was this black leather jacket without any like added fuss to it, you know, no studs or zips here and there, it was just simple, but i really really liked it. 

i looked at the brand then, so mesmerized i was by its beauty that i wanted to commit everything to memory, and ta-dah, it was a belstaff jacket. (that's how i knew that belstaff = supremely cool + good quality + i will totally look badass in a very chic way in  this) but hey, why would i buy a leather jacket? i live in malaysia. it broke my heart, really it did, but i decided not to buy it. (plus i didn't have the money anyway hahaha) i've thought about that jacket ever since then, and a few months ago i asked my mom if it was still available at the store. my mom said that someone bought it already. sad sad sad face. :( and dah la they don't have belstaff in malaysia. arrgh.

so yeah, that's my completely long-winded and stupid story about a jacket. LOLZ. 

ONE DAY I WILL BUY A BELSTAFF JACKET. *dreamy sigh*

i am a dancing star and a wiggling toe.

if anyone's in the mood for heartbreak (and tears and uncontrollable sobbing and abnormal bladder reactions and loss of heart warmth, in no general order) go watch the movie third star. it's a brilliant movie, a bit slow and quiet, but it's so sad and deep and if that's not enough it has benedict cumberbatch in it. go, thank me later you fool, go.

ah, you wonder why i like (read: am madly in love with and is currently saving money to go to britain to propose marriage to) benedict cumberbatch? let me tell you why!

forward march!

alternative title should be:
why benedict cumberbatch should win ALL THE AWARDS!

• benedict cumberbatch is a great actor

his acting is superb. i've now watched sherlock, and tinker tailor soldier spy, and atonement, and third star, oh, and starter for 10, and his acting in each and every one of them is brilliant! fantastic! amazing! there are these little things that he does that makes his character seem so real. like, in tinker tailor, he plays peter guillam, and there's a scene where he picks up the phone at the office. and it's really random and i'm looking too much into it, but he sort of does this awkward hand thing which made me think quite suddenly, "god, peter is such a nerd." and just like that, i believed in the character that he was playing. because it wasn't all smooth operator and aku lelaki macho and awkward dialog deliveries. it was flawlessly executed.

don't even get me started on the movie third star. after watching the movie i couldn't stop bawling my eyes out and the feels, oh the feels. it felt like my heart was emptied of all the happy emotions, and replaced with sad, terrible scenes that didn't even exist in the movies lol. so in a way, this movie is like a dementor. serious weh. but sooooo worth watching.

• benedict cumberbatch is breathtakingly, devastatingly beautiful

yes, yes he is. thousand, perhaps millions of women (and men) across the globe can attest to this fact. nevermind that i personally found him to be rather odd looking the first time i saw him, nothing to fall in love with or gush about, surely. (silly, blind me) but his oddness, and i do mean that as a compliment, is what makes him so appealing, combined with his personality and great acting chops. i mean look at his face. it could make a fish cry, for cryin' out loud!

i think better when i look good.

look at the cheekbones. THE CHEEKBONES! man, i'd kill for cheekbones like that. they're so sharp. like miss adler so wonderfully informs us all: "i could cut myself on those cheekbones". his face is so unique. his eyes are like the ocean. his face is very clear, naturally this is something i envy because how does he take care of his skin goshdarnit?

not sure where i snatched this from, if anyone knows?

and when he smiles, it's so sincere and warm and i melt into a puddle of feels and love. he's got this adorable way of smiling as sherlock, where only the edge of his mouth quirks up and only on one side and it's awesome and very mysterious and altogether it makes me swoon like a fangirl. but i'm not shallow, because:

• benedict cumberbatch is extremely likeable

i've seen hundreds of interviews of him already all over youtube. he's funny, and very smart, and so eloquent that i feel like i'm looking at google in human form. and he's so passionate about the things that he likes and his acting. he can spin a thousand words just from one single question, and make it sound absolutely beautiful and not boring. he is active in charity, and loves reading, and knows his politics (well, that isn't such a huge point for me, the politics bit, but it shows how well-rounded he is).

there's something in him that's very posh as well, which i love. he's the proper english gentleman, i must say. with dashing good looks and a great attitude to boot. (dreamy sigh) plus he has this cute habit of ranting and going off in a tangent whenever he speaks and he loses his focus on one subject, which i admit, is exactly how i am. (and i am not saying this to like, brag, or liken myself to him. it's actually an annoying habit on myself because i can never get my point across without sounding like a sod and confusing people but he does it effortlessly and so eloquently and i love him for it!)

• benedict cumberbatch has THE voice

his voice. oh my god. it could melt puddles into puddles, and turn ice into vapours. his voice is so deep and relaxing. sometimes when i'm stressed out with my work i just open my itunes and listen to his voice as he narrates random stories, and i swear it is so relaxing. he's also an amazing storyteller. check this. 

right? RIGHT? his voice is like honey. or melted gold, yeah, cos that's more expensive. and he changes the voice with every character! perfection.

and everyone who appreciates british humour should definitely take a look at cabin pressure, in which he is playing a character called captain martin crieff which is so so so funny. it's wonderfully written and my favourite episode is the one with the polar bear where martin pretends to be a french pilot. it's funny. go youtube it!

sigh. i've been obsessed with actors. frequently, in fact. but i have never seen myself so dedicated to this one man called benedict cumberbatch. see even his name is awesome and weird. he's quickly risen to be in the top 5 of my favourite actors of all time. he's so talented, and dedicated, and...no no, no more gushing. phew.

• benedict cumberbatch loves his fans

it's obvious in the pictures and videos and fan-told stories of him. they always say that he's extremely nice, very gentlemanly, happy and smiley and he often takes the time to greet his fans even though it's obvious that he would appreciate a bit of privacy every now and then. he's lovely.

plus he always personalizes his autographs with cute things, doodling pictures of himself and writing a 'hehe' next to it. which actor does that? it's now become one of my lifelong dreams to go to london and marry him meet him and get an autograph and just tell him how inspiring he is. 

because at the end of the day, i'm not only in love with his damned perfect face and perfect eyes and perfect smile and grin, but i'm also so very taken by his personality and manners and how he is so gracious is dealing with people and negativity towards him and takes everything in stride. i want to become like him. funny, likeable, very eloquent and passionate about what he believes in, hardworking, down to earth and completely adored by everyone he's ever met. 

and apparently, dirty dirty girls love benedict cumberbatch as well. lol. 

random song shuffling.

i was bored, and i just finished work. here's what my snazzy playlist looks like at random lol.

1. try honesty - billy talent 
2. halfway around the world - a*teens (lolz)
3. remember me - hoobastank
4. you know how i do - taking back sunday
5. don't dream it's over - sixpence none the richer
6. mad world - adam lambert (prefer the original but this one's okay as well)
7. rude boy - rihanna
8. you're going down - sick puppies
9. i predict a riot - kaiser chiefs
10. the saddest song (acoustic) - the ataris
11. new perspective - panic! at the disco
12. my heart - paramore 
13. learning how to die - jon foreman
14. doesn't matter - akon
15. leave out all the rest - linkin park
16. against all odds (take a look at me now) - mariah carey ft westlife (i actually frickin' love this song)
17. d is for dangerous - arctic monkeys 
18. i don't wanna be - gavin degraw
19. dance inside - the all-american rejects
20. golden - fall out boy

well, that seems to be a-ok. i mean, i personally thought my tastes are a bit more eclectic than this, but the shufflenator maybe doesn't show it? like, where are my classics? my beatles? beach boys? heh.

cool though.

my heart is aching.

"so i raise a morphine toast to you.

 and if you should happen to remember that it's the anniversary of my birth, remember that you were loved by me and that you made my life a happy one. 

and there's no tragedy in that."

third star

♥

an random itch liek woah.

so. i've been itchin' for a couple of months now. serious itching. i'm not talking about that tame stuff, the mosquito bites and the paper cuts have got nothin' on this itch. it's an itch that never goes away. 

this itch is so horrible that i'd rather endure pain than this horrible, gnawing feeling at the back of my head that says "SCRATCH THAT INCH OF SKIN IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER TRUST ME". i can handle pain. i'm probably a bit of a masochist, seeing as how i always pick on my scabs until they bleed, and i used to bite my lips until they bled when i was nervous or irritated. not good traits. but i can never deal with itchiness. i apparently have sensitive skin, according to my mom, who tells me that when i was a kid i used to scratch my neck until it bled and it was so bad that they had to put those neck braces used for broken necks on me. i'm a scratcher. whoopee. 

it also ties in very well with my slight (self-confessed, but very likely to be true) obsessive compulsive disorder. i tend to be obsessive about weird small things. (why oh why can't i be ocd about work?) like, when i remember something in the middle of the night, perhaps say, i forgot to unpack a suitcase or something random, i will fuss and frown and obsess over it so much that i'll finally just get out from bed and just unpack already, dammit. 

so this itch makes me feel like if i don't scratch it i will die and scream and it makes me feel so uncomfortable that it's just...it's just a lot less of a hassle to just scratch it. get it done with. but that of course prompts more scratching and now the itch is spreading everywhere. to my face. my hands. my legs. it feels like a thousand spiders on every surface of my skin. i'm aware i sound a bit like a lunatic now but it can't be helped. it's just how i feel.

i've been to numerous pharmacies for medications, several clinics, and two skin specialists in my search to get rid of this drasted thing. it always comes back. what is it that i am so allergic to? is it because i don't exercise, so the toxic stuff is always under my skin, just waiting to seep out? is it because of bedbugs? is it scabies? allergy to food, water, preservatives, or my cat? maybe it's a heat rash? all these points thrown at me by doctors, pharmacists, people who all mean well. but i'm not better, so they must not mean well enough. 

so i scoured online for some clues as to what i have and how i can get rid of it. or at least how to stop this stupid itch from being so mind-numbingly consuming. one of the solutions was interesting. it said that this itch i'm having, 98% of it is coming from the brain. what? you mean...that i imagined that i was itchy?

heh. i've heard of crazy, but never this. so apparently there's a catalyst that starts this itchiness, say an ant crawling across your leg. it registers into your brain, and due to stress, instead of feeling a light touch, you feel a maddening need to claw at it until you can't feel your legs anymore. the stress is making you itch, and the itch is making you stressed. creepy. 

so stress is a large part towards this itchiness issue. okay. i can zen out. i take a deep breath, clear the room so it looks less cluttered, and proceed to listen to the holy quran on my phone. okay, i'm cooling down. it's not so itchy anymore. after some time i retrieve a face mask from my fridge which put in there the day before so it's cool and relaxing and okay, this feels good. plug onto my laptop instead and lie down with my face mask on, listening to the dulcet and soothing tones of benedict cumberbatch read john keats' an ode to a nightingale. practically melting on the floor now, i'm so relaxed. 

then after some time i had to get up and do the laundry. hey, i'm feelin' good, no itchiness at all! yeah, take that mind! then, 10 minutes later, i nearly bawl when my fingers have found their way onto my arms, and i'm scratching like crazy. AGH! failure is a hard pill to swallow.

i dunno why i made this post. maybe because i had like 2 hours of sleep last night? and i'm crazy? but all i know is i'm going to get my ass into a skin specialist's clinic tomorrow if it's the last thing i do. so booyah.