Re: THE BITCH IS BACK

only a few days til SEASON 5 of the hills premieres here. i can summarise pretty much everything we know so far about season five in one word : GNARLY (thanks stephanie plastic pratt). just think about it:


1. LC is gone. Remember Season 4 of the OC? It couldn't survive without Marissa Cooper. I foresee the same fate for the hills.

2. the ultimate rube with money, Kristen Cavallari(or whatever her name is) is going to be 'replacing' LC. fuck that. no one will ever be able to fit LC's sweet shoes. i never liked kristen. she reminds me of the type of girl that works in the greasiest fast food joint imaginable but thinks she's the queen of the fucking world, serving your fries with a free supersized portion of RUDE.

3. Audreamy's hair is lighter. She looks too glamorous. it makes me sick. audrina is no barbie! she's supposed to be the princess of the black rebel motorcycle club. with dark hair.

4. Kristen is annoying

5. Kristen is fucking annoying

6. She should really stay the fuck away from Justin Bobby. Don't be messing with Audreamy's property.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour...

Wrote this last week, right after Hat left. Because I tend to get sappy like that..well, like this:

Often it is the presence of people that makes you realise how much of a difference they made in your life, how much you have missed them and how much you will miss them when they leave.

Hat was here yesterday and now she is gone. Understandably, my apartment is brimful of sadness. Although we didn’t do much at all during our time together here, memories that would be thrown into the ‘Insignificant’ pile by most mentally coherent people are cherished colossally by emotionally feeble sciolizm. When I say we did nothing, I mean we did absolutely nothing that qualifies as anything even remotely worth mentioning. It was like a typical night at Flat 5, the impenetrable bubble that protected us from the big bad world was recreated. Déjà Vu with an altered milieu. I wish we were still living in Flat 5. When she left, I realised this all over again, on a whole different level. This is real. That phase is over and it will never come back. It fucking sucks.

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You see, I could go on for ages but I realise that this is wholly unnecessary as I'm sure you get the point. Maladjustment. Mehhhhh.

nasal

The Hills - Lauren + Kristin







= rotten to the core.

i woke up late in the evening

the most fitting tune for me today;



i wish i wasnt so lazy these days.

anyway, reunion was awesome. we only get to spend in total 2 and half days together. which is kinda sad but FANTASTIC nonetheless. we spent our days window shopping, planning what to buy and what to return and in the evening writing a joint post only to delete them the next day because it was inappropriate . LOL.

i also wish i have an interesting life.

heres to another reunion in three months! CHEEEEEEEERRRRSSSSSS

To Better Nights

long gone are these nights:



sad face.

This Sweats Glitter

My lack of internet has arrested my ability to put you to sleep with my thoughts on music. I must thank Cox for sharing this with me. So here it is- another boring music post!



The taster we heard a couple of months ago did not equip me for this. Especially not today.


This song fucked me up. I was in a really shitty mood and then this starts playing and suddenly i see multiple rainbows flashing, one coloured arch at a time, at a relatively high speed from every corner of my mind(mind you, there are a lot of corners in my mind). Then came the beaming fairies twirling around in delight. And they’ve got those gymnastic ribbons, with which they make their own hypnotic rainbows. I’m just sat here thinking ‘What the fuck is going on? It sounds like gay electricity from the 80s.'


This voice clearly got lost on its way home, ran into a mountain of crack and smoked that mountain flat. Then The Similou came, took advantage of its smashed, submissive state and raped it. 9 months later, this song (and the whole album, I suspect) was born. The awkward love child who just happened to be born at the right time- a time where awkwardness is revered. I swear Jules would have been beaten up and possibly stabbed if he tried to pull this shit in 2001.


That being said, I can’t stop listening to it. Casablancas possesses strange, spellbinding powers..over me at least. Fuck you, Casablancas. I really wanted to stop believing in you.

Love,
Schizolizm

typical

A lot of girls like their men to be buff and dashing. Buff and dashing sounds repulsive to me. My mind has somehow made an automatic connection between buff and physically abusive and spits a lot. Dashing, on the other hand, brings to mind two images : Brylcreem and blonde. All very, very wrong in my books.

If my ideal man was a piece of paper, he'd be scrunched up and burnt around the edges. In human form, for the time being, he is Devendra Banhart.



Though I hate men in bowties because it makes them look like they're trying (and tying) too hard to be kooky, I am willing to make a sole exception for him.





Of course he looks like a complete asshole. But a divine, spiritual one nonetheless.





Be swooned.




And after the Thanksgiving play we can all sit around and have a sexy cup of tea.

For Clothes or Bills?

I MAINTAIN THAT THIS IS NOT A FASHIONISTA POST.

Right after learning about bail applications, I rushed off to the nearest Topshop store to get my hands on the Christopher Kane for Topshop line. (Note that Hat beat me to this). I ended up spending way too much on things I'm not even sure I like. Well, I have the option of returning them if (in the next 28 days) I realise that I have little sentiment for them other than hate.

What I should have been doing with my time is preparing for my next Civil Unit One session which starts in 1 hour and 10 minutes. Instead, I sit in my living room, feeling guilty about my reckless use of sterling, whilst eating a bagel.

What I should have done with the money is pay my bills. They are looking at me from the corner of the table, half nervous, half disappointed.

The clothes, sitting uncomfortably in the paper bag are humming 'Should I stay or Should I go?'.

Decisions, decisions.

Bad News

I don't have much time to write so take this as one of those news bulletins that drags itself from right to left on your TV screen when you're watching your favourite reality tv show, or whatever it is you watch. You ignore it most of the time unless it includes the word 'sex' or 'bomb' or 'Michael Jackson'. What I'm going to say involves none of the three, combined or treated in isolation. The bad news is that :

1. Flat 5 did not reunite today. This is the worst news this month. Sciolizm could not go to Manchester because her course does not permit her to have friends, old or new.

2. London Fashion Weekend is coming up and people (girls, typically) are getting more annoying. Girls who make every single person who has ever been featured as a 'Vice Don't' look good are getting excited, and getting vocal about their excitement. Don't forget to drop names of designers/labels when you're talking about the only thing you talk about (fashion, of course). You're on the right track, you fashionable fashionista! Wear those fucking faded pink tights with that sweater that rests above your massive behind. It really brings out the pork in you. Adidas.

3. Vampire Weekend have announced their second album.


End of news bulletin.

One last thing, this has got to be one of the worst songs of the year( if not of all time). I still haven't fully decided which I hate more though, the song or the video. Please, don't enjoy:

theres a new obnoxious girl in (blog)town

not me. someone else.

less than a week until flat5*beep*house reunion! stay tuned(*)!

till then im gona indulge myself with more kdramas,guitar heroes and nothingness. its good for the soul but bad for the brain!

ineed$$,
hat

a new beginning - part 1?

Here I am, in my brand new apartment. Away from home, just like I wanted to be. Jolted out from bed by jetlag probably 4 hours too early to detect life neighbouring, I decided to make another list of things to do today to save me from being swallowed whole by the emptiness that surrounds me. This exact same scenario happened yesterday, where I deliberately drained myself of every trace of energy to salvage myself from lying wide awake in bed with my new found best friend, lonesome, with absolutely nothing to do but think about and in that, amplify my suppressed desolation. Seeing how not much is terrific, I suppose it’s a pretty good strategy living with the motto ‘Ignorance Is Bliss’, but when I am reminded of things that I miss the most, realising that everything and everyone is so unreachable, I feel a twinge of pain. I think it is the worst sort of pain – the agony of acute longing.


Another thing I’ve realised is that being in the heart of such a busy city only makes you realise how alone you are. You see people shuffling by in twos, threes, fours. Even the sporadic unaccompanied have designated company to return to eventually. Well, almost everyone. There are a few exceptions of course. Like the street preachers, shouting out their sermons on faith, or the fraud that is faith. Wide eyed, they yell to space with such great conviction- they must be crazy and so completely alone. Like my wheelchaired neighbour who loiters in the lobby, like a starving eagle desperate for its prey, he waits for conversation with anyone at all. And when he’s waited around for too long, I hear him wheeling back into his empty apartment. It makes me a bit sad but I think I kind of half know how he feels. It’s not great. It’s a curious thing, how the presence of people can be just the thing that makes you feel most isolated. But yes, I complain too much, too often.
So I’m just going to end this post here before it gets too pathetically sappy.

I will say one last thing before I go though.. I really wish the three people (yes, there are three, hat is skipping in the background) in the picture below were here with me. That would be supersweeeet.

(my attempt at identity protection. canceled out their eyes. how original!)