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 ♥ My name is Alicia. I go by ALMIGHTYALICIA on the net. musings
I adore loud stuff and bright colours. I am a HUGE movie buff. I also spend half my life watching various TV shows. I practically worship the Moon. And I like observing the clouds.
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Posted Saturday, September 22, 2012 // 7:10 pm
Poking right in your eyes
 Just had a spider scare the fuck out of me with it dangling before me. It's really tiny though, so that proves I'm just afraid of pests who have no respect for boundaries. Hmm, what do you call shows that you watch for the pleasure of staring at their flawless make-up or fashion cause they are all just colourful, but you hate the story plot? I really don't know. My side-swept fringe is trying to poke my eyes blind. And I think I look very gross when I pin it up, so I try not to when I head out. But the wind wants me dead. So oh well. I am spending my days to finish off The Help that I borrowed from the library two weeks ago. I've been struggling to look for The Hunger Games from libraries but they are all on loan or reserved. Damn mainstream blockbuster movies. I love the movie and many complaints about it was just it didn't quite reflect the movie. So if the movie is amazing to me, the book would be like wow. I watch a lot of things. :/ I met Clarissa on Tuesday to check out her new house. And we kept commenting about how tiny it is. It was real fun though, just hanging about. That neighbourhood is cozy. She has a tennis court that is of the actual size of a tennis court. Don't think I'm stupid, it's just the basketball court at my neighbourhood is never the right size. It is like, jammed together with the BBQ pits so the court is smaller. Her lift freaks me out though. You know how new lifts have hard wood sticked all up on the walls. And there are writings on it to advertise their moving service. But the scariest factor is the broken plastic on the ceiling lights that look like some murderer jammed the victim's head until the plastic cracked. Eery just thinking about it. I've been watching the 9pm show on Channel 8 with my sister and my godmum, and I have to say I really like Poetic Justice. My sister gone a little obsessed over Rui En and I honestly don't get her. I do think she can act, but I just don't get her. Her fame, her attitude or her takes on her characters. She has a lot of potential, don't get me wrong, but I guess the reason why I'm not gaga over her is cause I hate all the characters she portrays in the shows she is in. They always have something wrong, no, unreal about them that doesn't speak to my understanding of them or their contribution to the show. Even when they are the leads. Okay, maybe I just think she is understandably overrated. Nonetheless overrated. Wow the weather is killing me, this dude is running on the news right now and the haze looks like it is trying to fog off his triumph over his physical disabilities. Anyway, more about me. I spent two days packing away all my shit. And I mean all. My shoes, my books, my magazines, my DVDs, my letters from birthdays or random letters, my clothes (both for dress-up and for nua fuck). I am organised and right on track. I'm pretty happy that I did the packing a month into the holidays cause if I were to do it at the start of the holiday like I usually do, I would have my closet messy all over again in a week or so. I'm swearing off shopping for the time being. I have a hard time packing my clothes to bring in new stuff, I can't afford to make any more room for more. Oh, I just realised I haven't been anywhere near town for a month. Or maybe just Orchard. But I definitely was nowhere near town for at least three weeks. The last time I go long was the Andy Warhol exhibition, and I had my long hair back then. Okay that's long. And my hair is already growing back. It's rapid speed hair that I'm having. Labels: closeted bookworm, fashion, hair, hair issues, I love colours, i read, i watch tv, my irritating hair, shopping |