The view from afar.

#22 The BOHM

Kamalia — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 00:23:17 +0000

I love BOHM.

Deannn, ;]: 20% POWER 00:19:39

IT'S NOT ENOUGH 00:19:41

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 00:19:42

MUST RECHARGE IT

kamalia: CHUG CHUG CHUG 00:20:15

FSSHH 00:20:17

WOOOGHHSSH

Started 07/02/2009. Making a reappearance on 06/01/2010.

Love,

Kamalia.

#21 It would be too weird if this was my 16th post

Kamalia — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 00:54:48 +0000

SO. I’m finally 16. Err, wahey I guess? It doesn’t really make much of a difference personally, but it is nice to be one year away from driving!

I like how my first conversation with someone on my birthday is about foot fetishes, and how we know too many people who have them. I love Monica so so so much.

kamalia: if you saw my toes right now. 00:21:37

phwoar. 00:21:39

*-monicaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,: ROFLMFAO. YUM 00:21:44

kamalia: i like little kids with little feet. 00:21:48

*-monicaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,: I'LL GET THE WHIPPED CREAM @ 00:21:49

kamalia: MMM. @ 00:21:51

*-monicaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,: nail polish 00:21:59

kamalia: i want to sex you up so hard right naoh. 00:22:02

yes. 00:22:03

*-monicaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,: especially red/black  00:22:06

mmmmm 00:22:08

kamalia: mmmmm 00:22:10
wearing our slankets 00:22:15

*-monicaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,: footfuck? :LLL 00:22:16

kamalia: but nothing too tight, otherwise you'll 'burst' 00:22:25

ah defo, good thinking monica. 00:22:34

*-monicaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,: LMFAOLMFAO 00:23:28

yumyumyum. 00:23:30

getting me over excited here kammy.

Our conversations probably don’t make sense to many people, but I still love her

Love,

Kamalia.

#20 Hello 2010!

Kamalia — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 23:44:48 +0000

So it’s 2010 now! I’ve never really been one for new year resolutions, because I feel that if you want to change you should change regardless of when it is. But I think, I might decide to make one, just so I can reflect on whether I’ve achieved them in a year.

SOO;

1. To always text back. Seriously, I have huge problem with not doing it.

2. To keep a diary, and write in it at least every two days.

3. Not to use the words like ‘retard’, ‘stupid’ and etc.

I had a great new years eve at Lucie’s house. The countdown was immense. I said and kissed Happy New Year to every single person at that party I think? Thank you for holding an awesome party Lucindaaaa!

It’s really weird to look back and think about how much I’ve changed in a year, looks and personality. I think looks-wise I look better, and I think I’m a little different. I’ve gotten closer with some friends, lost a few and even made new ones.

So have a happy new year, and let 2010 be as good as 2009 (if not better)

Love,

Kamalia.

#19 Merry Christmas to you too Papá Noel!

Kamalia — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 19:46:28 +0000

So it’s Christmas Eve where I’m at. I may not be a christian or a pagan but I do still appreciate Christmas. Not for the Jesus aspect, or the Winter aspect, but because of how it just brings people together. Although, I’m pretty sure that more than half of the people who celebrate Christmas don’t do it for any religious reason.

If you notice on Christmas, there’s less fighting, there’s less heartbreak, there’s just less of feeling like less. You might look into the window of a suburban family and notice two children about to fight, and you’ll hear their mother utter ‘Oh, come on! It’s Christmas’. It’s that’s feeling, isn’t it? The one you get when it’s Christmas, the feeling that for at least one day of the year everyone should get along, and nothing but smiles and words of love should be exchanged. I think they call that the festive spirit or whatnot.

I also love presents. Giving really is fun, but whoever said they didn’t enjoy receiving is a straight up liar! I enjoy picking each present personally and thinking about whether it would make them chuckle or remember me when they look/use it. Then the wrapping! If you ask anyone, they’ll tell you that I love love love love love wrapping presents, and wrapped presents. They’re just so pretty! I love making the box fold on square presents, and tying differently coloured ribbons. I sound silly, but it really does put a legit smile on my face (<<<<<<<<<<<<

But that doesn’t mean I don’t love the receiving bit! Plainly and purely because I like knowing that someone put the effort of finding and wrapping a present, and because, well, I love presents. Oh! That does remind me of one thing though; never ever give anyone an unwrapped present. It really annoys me when people give presents that haven’t be wrapped, and are just put into a gift bag. It suggests that you didn’t care enough to bother wrapping the present. Seriously; I’d prefer a poorly wrapped present over the prettiest gift bag any day.

So yeah, I may not be a christian or a pagan or whatever, but I do love it when it’s Christmas. So, Merry Christmas Eve for today, and Merry Christmas for tomorrow. Sorry for the extra serving of cheese in this post.

Love,

Kamalia.

#18 Short posts, long posts, meaningless/ful posts

Kamalia — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 17:34:31 +0000

I can never seem to keep my posts, short and sweet. It annoys me. I always end up rambling about something stupid. And it’s never witty, or deep, or important.

I have lots to I want to blog about today, but can’t actually be bothered. So, yeah. Whatever. This post was so great.

Love,

Kamalia.

#17 vLogging and stuff

Kamalia — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 01:12:39 +0000

Hello People !

I know I haven’t posted in a while, but I have an excuse alibi; my macbook broke. I accidentally spilt squash on it and the keyboard went all frazzy-like. Long story short, I need to send it to Apple. Luckily my warranty doesn’t expire ’til mid next year.. I hope it covers liquid damage though :/

Fingers crossed my lovelies!

So, I’ve convinced Dean to vLog -brownie points for me *cheers*. Yes, I am sad enough to give myself e-brownie points. Anyhow, I’ve told him to make videos throughout the day while we’re out in London, then go home, upload them and write a little something. Heck I think I might do that too, vLog about my more interesting days..? Hm.

Ah, way the by it’s snowing. And not like ‘oh fairy dust snowflakes’ snow, but ‘i can’t see much further than the tree in front of my window’ snow. Now, don’t get me wrong, normally I’d be ecstatic. I love love love snow. The days out having snowball fights and sledging down huge hills, and the evenings in filled with cups of coffee/mocha/cocoa under the covers with my favourite book -I love it. But not tonight or tomorrow!

Want to know why?

Well I’m supposed to be going to a Paramore concert tomorrow (or is it later today since it’s 1:05am now?) at London Wembley, and I need to take the train. If the snow gets too bad the trains will be cancelled so I either can’t get there, or can’t get home. Which would suck majorly. I’ve been looking forward to going to this with Reeny for ages, so I really don’t want it to snow. I’m also going to an Enter Shikari gig on Saturday, so I’d prefer it wouldn’t snow then either. I’m not asking for much really, just for the weather to be patient and hold itself off for another day or two? Please? Pretty please? Pretty, pretty please with sugar lumps on top and coated with honey-chocolate-maple syrup, then dipped in candy floss and sprinkles?

Haih.

Well appart from that, there’s not much else I want to say.

Goodnight Everyone.

Love,

Kamalia.

#16 Nando’s

Kamalia — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 18:24:04 +0000

For a while now I’ve been feeling like I’m drifting further and further apart from a few of my friends. I don’t feel as close to them as before, partly due to the fact that they have new friends -which I think is great. It’s just that I feel as if I’m not as big of a part of their lives, as I was before. There’s so many new things which have happened and are happening, that I feel out of the loop. This is sort of my fault considering I went to Malaysia for 2 whole months.. so I guess it’s natural. I myself have made quite a lot of new friends who I never talked to before, and I love that I have. I’m just worried that I might lose some of my former ones. I still love them as much as before, I just feel like I don’t know what to talk to about anymore, and whenever I’m with them there’s an underlying tension, which could be labelled as awkwardness.

However, recently I’ve been feeling like I’m clicking back in with them. Conversation flows easily like it did before, and I feel quite comfortable. I’ve happily fallen into old familiar routines like walking home and such. I’m also going to Nando’s tonight with a few of them. So, I think everything is going well and all.

Sorry, I just feel like I had to blog about this because I feel happy. And I want to post about happy stuff.

I am sound so lame.

Love,

Kamalia.

#15 If everyone is unique then nobody is

Kamalia — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 16:52:57 +0000

There are a ridiculous number of groups and fan pages on Facebook -and the number is still growing. Like many others I’m one of the people that have joined as many as I can. And I mean this literally; Facebook has even said so and disallowed me from joining anymore. Some people have said to me that it must be annoying, but in ways I’m actually really glad.

At first I liked seeing all these people who were like me. Dozens who shared similar thoughts, opinions and views. The sea of people all commenting the pages with exclamations like ‘I can’t believe so many people are like me’ and ‘Woah! I didn’t realise everyone was like this’. It was somewhat comforting the fact that I wasn’t alone, and that there were many others who had similar quirks.

Then as more and more groups that I could relate to were created, I felt discouraged. I couldn’t believe that so many people were like me. I didn’t realise that everyone was like this. Any feelings of comfort had vanished, and only words such as ‘ordinary’, ‘common’, ‘run-of-the-mill’, ‘everyday, ‘conventional’ and ‘bland’, sprung to mind.

What charms do I posses, that nobody else possesses? What habits do I have which people could clearly label as a ‘Kamalia’ thing? What makes me, y’know, me?

It seemed that I was as humdrum as the next person. Then a photo on my mirror caught my eye. It was of me and my childhood best friend flashing our toothy grins, eyes dancing with mirth. It was taken on a school trip to PGL nearly 6 years ago. Nostalgia suddenly hit me, and a wave containing some of my favourite memories overtook me. As I inwardly chuckled at my past childish antics, I realised something.

The thing that makes all of us unique are the things we’ve experienced. The things we reminisce on when we’re hit with the blues. The people we love. The people we hate. The way we walk. The way we talk. The people we cry to. The people we’d kill. The people we’d kill for. The people we’d die for. That’s what makes us all different. So, when people say ‘if everyone is unique, then nobody is’, then they’re wrong. Fair enough, we all share a lot of the same aspects but not everybody has the exact same quirks, and definitely no two people have the exact same memories and experiences. Not even identical twins who shared the same womb for 9 months do. So we are all different. We are all special. We are all unique.

Plus if you are ‘ordinary’, then who cares? If acting the way you do, and being the person you are makes you that way then who cares? It’s cheesy, but if it makes you happy and isn’t harming anyone else then it’s other people’s problem and not yours.

It’s something really simple and obvious, and most people probably already know this. But it made me smile when I came to my conclusion. And fair enough a lot of you might think I’m weird or whatnot, but I don’t care. Because it makes me, y’know, me.

I know this post is more cliché than usual, but I’ve already warned you that I’m like that on my about page.

Love,

Kamalia.

#14 At least get back to me

Kamalia — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 15:56:45 +0000

I really hate it when people who miss a call, don’t call back.

C’est très énervant.

Love,

Kamalia.

#13 Camping

Kamalia — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 21:22:46 +0000

I don’t care about the fact that I look absolutely butters in this photo. It brings up awesome memories.

I want to go camping in the woods again. I remember running and hiding from the police. Walking to Tesco’s five times just to buy candles, lighters and food. Taking about 50 Tesco Direct catologues for the fire and stealing blank receipt rolls. Watching Flushed Away at 3am in the Electronics Aisle. Walking through the car park of the playground only to find people dogging. Streaking through the golf course. Making James and Dean come with me and Alice to pee. Walking Leanna back home at 10pm. ‘Borrowing’ three recycle bins so that we could use the leaves etc. to fuel the fire. Dragging the roof of the bus shelter with James, across the dual carriageway and using it to keep the rain away from the fire. Stuffing our faces with shit. Me and Alice creasing when James ate his popcorn. Dean complaining of the cold and us telling him to just shut up because we were tired and dead and tired. Talking for ages in the tent even when we were tired. Laying in the tent James, me, Alice then Dean. Me sharing a sleeping bag with James, and Alice sharing with Dean so that we could all share foot warmth. All four of us spooning and falling asleep while laughing at something ridiculous. Walking home afterwards like real life zombies.

It all didn’t happen in that order. Something I’ll always look fondly upon. Can’t wait to do it again (:

This will probably be my last post for today so, goodnight.

Love,

Kamalia.