Tuesday, 20 August 2013

What I take away from all of this

Remember warm weather and that particularly long road trip to Jennie’s beach house? We were all cooped up in the back of my Chrysler watching Silence of the Lambs, making jokes to take away from the seriousness and suspense of the film. It was bright that day, sun beams flickering through the window and sunshine spilt out all around us. We were all smiles and laughs and "oh don't go down in that basement alone you stupid bitch!" and I'd hate to remember it any other way.

Or perhaps you might remember going to Rockwell’s cinema together every Friday back in year 9. I think we called it our “Friday Night Tradition” or something. 
I’ve always liked the idea behind Cinemas. A group of people sitting in a room, laughing and crying at a movie together. 
The comfort of strangers. 
And to this day, the smell of freshly buttered popcorn and overpriced coke is still my favourite. Because it reminds me of the time we had to lie about my age so that I could be allowed in to watch American Virgin, and that time Helena had to buy new shorts because she saw someone from our school (I still don’t get it). And let’s not forget that time we watched the Last Exorcism only to realise what a horrible mistake we’ve made 4 minutes into the movie.

But really, because it reminds me of all of us, together, and how we just started out as a bunch of strangers.

Thanks for giving me so much to remember. 

Saturday, 8 June 2013

The past few months.

This is just a short post to let you know that I am alive. 
So I literally just finished my GCSE's yesterday and I'm so happy to be back. I'm trying to get back into the swing of blogging and doing regular photo shoots again (which I am so excited for!). I will be putting up new content every week, and that is essentially a schedule that I plan to stick to. :) Also, I'm going to be redesigning the template for this blog, which is such as hassel as I don't know squat about HTML and designing, but I'll pull through. 

Anyway, I hope you all have been doing well and have a great day.

PS: Check out the video I made when I went back to Malaysia. I talk in the beginning, so those who are wondering about my accent and how I sound...here you are. 

Saturday, 9 March 2013

Bye for now.

*I wish I knew how to properly edit pictures. Oh well.

I was supposed to go out last night, but my driver decided to go home early (#firstworldproblems) so I decided to take a bunch of self-portraits to make up for my lack of a social life.

I'm actually quite proud of myself because I HATE taking self-portraits with a burning passion. I guess I'm just extremely critical of myself and how I look. But I somehow managed to get over myself (and the fact that I couldn't get a model in time.) So yay me. **throws confetti**

Oh, and before I go, can I just say that I am extremely sorry for being such a bad blogger. But going off that, I am going to stop blogging for the next few months. I have my GCSE's starting in April and ending in June, so I can't really afford to spend anytime blogging or taking pictures. *Cries in corner*


as soon as the GCSE's are over, I am going to be posting so much that this blog wouldn't know what hit it. I actually have photo shoots planned up, and I am going to start video making as well! ( Long story short- I got a canon 60D for christmas)

See you in a couple of months. And all the best to you if you are taking your GCSE's (or whatever american people do) as well.


Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Flashing lights and loud music.

My friends and I went to a bigfish event, and I am quite impressed that I actually managed to actually take some decent shots of the night. *Pats self on back* I think the effects on the photos came out pretty cool as well (If I do say so myself). All I needed to do was just to edit them a bit. 

I'm contemplating on getting these developed. 

On a side note, it was such a fun night.
 Well, the parts I remember were fun anyway. 


Friday, 8 February 2013


I can't believe it's already February! And to think that just a couple weeks back, we were all celebrating the New Year. Ahhh, these months always go by faster than I expect.

So, I'm going to Dash Berlin @ BigFish tomorrow, which I am very excited about!

I'm thinking of bringing my camera to the event, which is very risky as there is always a chance of me getting drunk (refer back to the paragraph on my self-control) and loosing it. But I really want to document some of the Night Life here, so I guess I am still considering it.

Totally unrelated, I went on a barefoot walk the other day, and this was the result. It was a great way to start my February. Hahah, and I'm sorry I have ugly feet! Oh well :)

It's late now, so I am going to sleep. Have an amazing week!


Saturday, 26 January 2013

vagueness and ambiguity.

Photo distortions? Or just bad pictures? I don't know.

What I learnt this week:
We need bad in order to have good. We need to do bad, in order to know what is good for us.

I'm writing out this post to remind myself that everyone is capable of bad, as they are of good. 

Wednesday, 23 January 2013

Self Portrait.

I find it weird that I've had this blog for over 6 months now, but I've never once posted a clear picture of myself. So here you go, a self portrait. At least now you know that there actually is a person behind the pictures in this blog!


We've been having our MOCK exams, which is just so much fun. I've been surviving on about two hours of sleep everyday (I am an inherent procrastinator, and have somehow managed to convince myself that I am capable of cramming two years worth of revision into one night), which is just soul-sucking. And to add to that, I'm pretty sure that my caffeine intake (which has been so ridiculously high these few days ) is probably illegal in some countries.

Anyway, sorry for the lack of posts. I'm dead tired.
**cough** excuses **cough**

I'll try to post some new content up soon. I actually have a photo shoot planned up! Okay, fine, I lied. But I'll try to get one planned up soon :) Thanks for reading.


Friday, 21 December 2012

Snow Patrol Photo Diary

In short, this is what happened. Kinda:

So, I get a message from my friend saying, "Come to the Snow Patrol concert"
And I say, "No,"
And he says, "Such a killjoy. Why not?"
And I say, "I'm broke,"
And then, the next morning, I get a message saying,

"I got you a ticket. Oh, and I'm on my way to pick you up,"

Ok, so I may have shortened the story to make it seem more dramatic...

 Back when I had red hair.

I really did have fun with both my friends. Except, I now owe one of them 5000. He said I don't have to pay him back, but, I mean, c'mon.

(hehe i love you brandt)

Friday, 14 December 2012

Break time is over.

It's been so long since I last updated. Ah, I'm such a fail at keeping a blog. But, you know, better late than never, right?

So I did a photo shoot a couple months back and I'm quite happy with the results. Seeing as I haven't posted them, I figured I'd just get around to doing that now. Enjoy!

Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know that I'm going to start posting regularly again! I'm having a 3 week Christmas break, where I will just be studying for my MOCKS, and squeezing in some time to do a couple photo shoots. Thanks to all of you who sent emails, I am not quitting!

Love, and love again,

Thursday, 11 October 2012

A letter to you, coffee, and the inability to sleep

One of my favourite songs to go with the post. Enjoy. 

It is 3 a.m.
Technically, it's already morning, but the sky is dark and everything is quiet. So lets pretend that this is still night.

I had a cup of coffee, which I now deeply regret because I cannot sleep. Not that I didn't try though. A few hours ago, I crawled up into my bed, filled with mountains of pillows and thick wollen blankets, and attempted to sleep. It didn't work; I couldn't close my eyes. My mind was alive and practically screaming for me to do something other than sleep. 

Coffee and biscuits. 

I normally just lie in bed, eyes wide open, looking out of my window at the stars above. My bed is surrounded by stars because I have big windows and no curtains.

But tonight, I decided to try something different. I will definitely regret this in the morning, but I guess that's what makes this fun. THIS IS ALSO PURE FICTION TO NICOLE KENNAMAN WHO I KNOW IS READING THIS AND WILL PROBABLY MAKE FUN OF ME FOR BEING SUCH A CHEESEBALL. I MADE THIS SHIT UP OKAY, NICOLE. GOOD.

This was a letter I wrote to the boy who sat next to me in class when I was 13.  Excuse me if the spelling is wrong, or if it doesn't make sense. I was 13 after all.

I don't know much about you, except for the fact that you are reading this, and that you are alive. I think this needs to change. Because people like you deserve to be get-to-known. Really, you do. And I've even made a list why.

1)Because you are so so strange, and I like strange.

2)Because your smile is magic and makes me want to smile too.

3)Because you have eyes as dark as night, and night is my favourite time of the day.

4)Because you laugh at puns and cheesy jokes, and never really do stop laughing, although teachers yell at you to keep quiet.

5)Because you stopped to ask her if she was okay, while every one else carried on walking.

6)Because you gave me The Very Hungry Caterpillar for Christmas.

7)Because you remembered me saying that The Very Hungry Caterpillar was my favourite children's book, and that my copy got burnt in the fire.

8)And because I told you about The Very Hungry Caterpillar six months before Christmas.

9)Because you read my stories.

10)Because you said you liked them.

But most importantly,
11) Because you are you. And you will always be you, just like how the sun is always bright, and how the old lady down the street is always angry.


I never gave this to him. I was too much of a coward to anyway. You see, I was very small and shy. So after writing this, I tossed it into my bag, and forgot all about its existence until earlier this week when I was emptying out all my old bags to give away.

 I'm not sure if it was a good thing that I didn't give him this letter. Maybe it was because his best friend told me that he liked me a few weeks after. Maybe it was because he became my 'sort-of' boyfriend for two weeks. He bought me ice cream on valentines day, and read my badly written horror stories. Then my Dad got a job in a different country, and we had to move, and that was that. It was the last I ever saw of him, until a year later when he grew about 6 inches taller. He stopped laughing as much, and also became less strange and more like the other boys.

His eyes were just as dark though.

fuck me this is bad and i hate everything i write and hope none of you cringe,
alysha (who writes worse than that twilight shit)