Playlist for my current mood.

1. The Golden Floor - Snow Patrol 
2. Viva La Vida - Coldplay 
3. Prodigal - OneRepublic
4. From Yesterday - 30 Seconds To Mars

Ballet.

Ballet. Grace. Poise. Beauty. Soul.

 Ballerinas. Elegance, Perfection, & Passion.

These pictures are for illustration purposes only, and strictly belongs to HowNowVihao of Devaintart: http://hownowvihao.deviantart.com/

City Of Glass.

My Language Arts book instructed me to write Pen Pictures poems, and this was one of them that I came up with.

City Of Glass.

"The sun reflected blindly off all glass towers,

Sending hues of rainbows washing over the city, 

Bathing Idris with a breathtaking glow,

before slowly melting at twilight."

One of my stories. (Rough Draft)

Cale Hourglass drew the soaking hood from his head and looked around his surroundings. It was a library; but not just any library.

Bookcase heavily stacked with thick or thin, withering bindings loomed over him.

Chipped wood of ancient scrolls enveloped by delicate yellowing paper, looking as if a single speck of dust would turn it into golden ashes, sat precariously atop one another. Sorts of peculiar objects and ornaments were placed about the creaking shelves.

Above him, the high-glassed ceiling simply looks as if it opened to the heavens. And so, despite the looming darkness, the room was alight with moonlight and shining constellations.

Cale’s eyes strayed to a glass globe about the size of a baby’s fist sitting in a corner on one of the bookshelves. He crossed the room in one swift motion and carefully held the globe, staring intently at it. It was brilliant; the amount of detail slowly revealing it’s self to him as he laid his sharp eyes on it.

An unfamiliar array of planets were hovering and revolving slowly in the transparent glass sphere. The planet in the middle, most probably the sun was of a luminous pearly shade, sometimes appearing rosy pale as it turned. There were only three planets revolving around the sun. A striking purple planet, a small black planet and a deformed dull grey planet. It wasn’t the numbers of planets that intrigued him, but the orbit. Once every minute, it would change course, going the opposite way that it was before. 

He placed the globe gently back in it’s place when he heard a soft, almost inaudible thud coming from the other side of the double doors of the library. Cale pull his hood up and stepped into the shadows, fixing his dark brown eyes on the doors and waited patiently for the person who caused the ‘thud’ to walk in.

The golden handles of the doors sank a few inches down. Clearly there was a person on the other side.

There was a low muffle; a moment of silence, and then the doors flew open, followed with the thunderous shout of, “Show yourself assassin! Show yourself!”

An old man, but yet, still in an impeccable state, perhaps around the elderly age of 70 stood in the doorway in his vermillion night-robes, clutching a silver sword with both hands, fuming with rage.

“Where are you?” The man bellowed, stalking and looking around the room, eyes slightly squinted, fists clenched.

Cale stepped out quickly from his hiding place.

“Don’t be alarmed. It’s just me, Douglas.” Cale said hastily, raising the hood over his head, revealing his unmistakable face.

The man rounded on him; sword raised, ready to defend himself, but froze at the sight of the young boy standing in front of him.

“Cale?” He asked disbelievingly, his voice hoarse. Either from the shouting or from the surprise of one seeing an old apprentice after some time.

The boy nodded, stepping further from the shadows.

“Dear Lord, is it really you, Cale?” Douglas whispered, the sword falling from his weak grip and landed on the floor with a low thud.

“Yes, Sir.” Cale answered truthfully.

The old man shook his head, his mouth slightly ajar, then embraced the boy so suddenly that Cale thought, at first that it was an unsuspecting attack and tensed for a while, before relaxing.

 “I’m not one for the surprises, young man. Nearly given me a heart attack, by the sight of you, you did.” Douglas said gruffly as released the boy, shaking his head wondrously once in a while.

“I haven’t heard or seen a glimpse of your face since the day you left the manor.” He said, disappointment in his voice.

“Well, I did hear about you once or twice…

“Stole something from our dear Mr. Faulkner did you? Something precious.” Douglas asked, raising a stern eyebrow.

Cale smiled slightly at the memory.

“Faulkner was a fool, Sir. He underestimated me and let his guard down. I was simply proving myself.” Cale said smoothly, without a hint of remorse in his voice.

Douglas broke into a delighted smile. “Excellent, my boy! I can’t imagine he’d be too pleased about it.”

Cale laughed an untroubled laugh.

“No he wasn’t pleased at all. He set his guards and hounds on me and was practically frothing in his mouth by the time I got away.”

Douglas chuckled and turned his back to Cale to pick up his sword. Perhaps it was a survival reflex or perhaps it was just Cale’s deep fighting instinct, but the second Douglas straightened up, Cale ducked instantly before seeing a flash of silver slicing thin air where his neck had been a split second ago.

“Still sharp as a samurai sword, I see,” Douglas muttered casually as if nothing had happened, grinning down at him, the sword, if not a moment ago had been in the air, now held loosely in his right hand.

“Thank you, sir,” Cale said insouciantly, standing up, as if the man hadn’t just tried to slit his throat.

“Very, well, very well, what brings you here, Hourglass?” Douglas asked in a resigned way, flourishing the blade about the room.

Cale studied his master in silence for a few moments.

“Can’t an old apprentice visit his master when he feels like it?” Cale commented, pulling off his cloak and placed in on the armrest of the nearest armchair.

“I know you, Cale. You won’t come here without a reason.”

Cale grinned slightly and shrugged his shoulders brazenly and stride to a wall holding multiple collection of razor-edged swords. (So many things you could improve here, Sophie)

He picked a rather straightforward one and held it up in the low light. It gleamed brilliantly.

(And I have yet to continue, thank you very much!)

Justin Bieber Concert in Malaysia.

Justin Bieber concert in Malaysia 2011.

 The journey to Stadium Merdeka started off to a light drizzle of rain as I huddled in the backseat with my sister Sarah and our friend Tsara. 

I had earphones stuck in my ears with Paramore’s songs blaring loudly as I gaze outside, watching streaks of rain rolling fluidly down the windowpane. The rain started to pick up, and raindrops smeared the glass, giving it a distorted shape. I averted my eyes to my sister Sarah who was playing a gaming app avidly on the iPad, and Tsara who like me, had earphones on as well, her eyes closed and her head bobbing slightly to the music.

My lips quirked slightly to the side, as I return my eyes to the wet weather outside, praying for the rain to stop before we reach our destination.

Unfortunately, it was still raining as we pulled over to the curb of the road, the traffic getting busier by the second. I stepped out of the vehicle and opened my umbrella, shaking my head to clear off some rain that had drizzled onto my hair.

We had to walk to the stadium, seeing as cars weren’t allowed in further in. As we got closer to the stadium, we could clearly hear the loud, feverish shouts of crowd emitting from inside the stadium. Excitement bubbled in the pits of my stomach as I continue trudging uphill.

Lined up outside the entrance of the football stadium were various stalls selling food, beverages, battery-relaying glow sticks, and Justin Bieber merchandises. I shook my head politely and said “No thank you,” as two sales girls walked up to me, grinning widely, albeit being soaked to the skin, holding out two white Never Say Never Justin Bieber T-shirts.

My eyes roamed over the stalls curiously as I followed behind my sister. The air smelled of rain and fried food.

Tsara handed me my ticket and we went inside, dropping off our umbrella, (we weren’t allowed to bring in umbrellas, as ridiculous as it is) and walked down the steps, to the seats that were reserved for us. Already seated were Tsara's brothers.

I took a seat; thankful for the raincoat Tsara’s mom had given us earlier, and looked around me. The seats were starting to fill in, girl ‘Beliebers’ chanting ‘Justin Bieber’ again and again, waving and clapping their hands.

I huffed in annoyance and studied the stage instead. There were technical crews running importantly about the stage, testing the lights and sound system,  checking the lights and fog-machine.

(Still in working progress)

Mistaken Bieber.

Hahaha, I saw this pic and I just can't resist posting it. XD

Playlist for my current mood.

1. Boston - Augustana (This song is a must listen to)
2. Fuzzy Blue Lights - Owl City
3. Pray - Justin Bieber
4. Fireflies - Owl City

She couldn't come.

I'm going to Justin Bieber's concert in Malaysia this Thursday with a couple of buddies, but my BFF couldn't make it, so I'm a little bummed about that.
I was so looking forward to jumping with her in the crowds and singing/shouting along out loud in painfully low-keyed voices along to the songs but...yeah. ;'|
I'm a bit sad, but still excited about the upcoming experience to go to the first concert of my life. I mean, obviously the person whom I want to be there to share the experience with me is my BFF. Like, who wouldn't. I bet you'd like that with your BFF as well...hmm?
I'm sure I'll still enjoy this experience and all...I mean....Justin Bieber...concert, man.

Thank you, God, for giving my sister and I the opportunity to go to a concert. Mashallah.  

Stop Bullying.

#STOPBULLYING

 Today me and the other faithful followers of @TeenDreaming tried to make #StopBullying a trending topic on twitter. Why?
 Well, after reading a very open experience written by @TeenDreaming himself on his profound blog, we discovered that he himself, was one of the million unfortunate victim of bullying. We discovered the nightmare he went through and the pain inflicted on him as a teenager in high-school, and how he had lived through that phase. He almost didn't, mind you.
 His story had made us stop and wonder how many lives in this very second might end simply by veins being cut and we wanted to make a difference.
 Even just by saving one life. Saving one life, perhaps even changing it, by trying our hardest to make #StopBullying a trending topic.

 Please help us spread the message, Stop Bullying.

-Sophie.

The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare.

City of Bones.

City of Ashes.

City of Glass

City of Fallen Angels.

RE to One In A Second's 'I want to know how snow feels like'.

Snow. 
I want to stand in the snow one day. I want to dig my toes into the ground and feel the coldness, the frosty, icy pricks that would fall into my open palms. I want to lay on my back and feel the snowflakes falling softly on my face. I want to open my eyes to the Winter Wonderland around me and smile like I never did before.

It Never Ends.

My Twitter account.

Link: http://twitter.com/wandandwings

My Brand New Books.

Beastly by Alex Flinn:

Gone by Michael Grant:

City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare:

Best Quotes From J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone:

"Your aunt and uncle would be proud though, won't they?" Said Hermoine as they got off the train and join the crowd thronging toward they enchanted barrier. "When they hear what you did this year?" 
"Proud?" said Harry. "Are you crazy? All those time I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious..."


Harry Potter and the Chamber Of Secrets:


Fred and George, however, found this all very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors shouting, "Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."


Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban:

Professor Trelawney: "Would anyone like to help me interpret the shadowy realms within their orb?"
Ron: "I don't need help, it's obvious what this means: there's going to be loads of fog tonight."


Harry Potter and the Goblet Of Fire:

"An excellent point," Said Professor Dumbledore. "My own brother, Abeforth, was prosecuted for practicing inappropriate charms on a goat. It was all over the papers, but did Abeforth hide? No he did not! He held his head high and went about his business as usual! Of course, I'm not entirely sure he can read, so that may not have been bravery..."


Harry Potter and the Order Of Phoenix:

"Who's Kreacher?"
"The house-elf who lives here," said Ron, "Nutter. Never met one like him."
"He is not a nutter," said Hermoine.
"His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother," said Ron. "Is that normal, Hermoine?"


Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince:

"An Unbreakable Vow?" said Ron, looking stunned. "Nah, he can't have...are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure," said Harry. "Why? What does it mean?"
"Well, you can't break an Uncbreakable Vow..."
"I'd work that much out for myself, funnily enough."


Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows:

"You can't do it if I don't cooperate, you need me to give you some hair."
"Well, that's that plan scuppered," said George. "Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you don't cooperate."
"Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to us magic; we've got no chance," said Fred.

My reaction.

My reaction when I'm reading a particularly good book and someone calls my name.

Paramore Ignorance Intro.

Ignorance.


 So your father told you once,
That you were his princess,
But you won't see the castle,
You cannot find your prince,
And now you've grown a lot,
And your dresses don't quiet fit right,
Your daddy's not a hero,
He stole your chariot,


 So here you are in pieces,
Trying to prove it's real,
The softness of your smile,
And the lies you want to feel,


 Well the scales beneath your skin,
Are showing off today,
There's evil in your heart, and it wants out to play,
There's evil in your heart, and it wants out to play,
There's evil in your heart,
And I've made a home here for me,
Don't burn it down with your fantasy,
And I've made a home here for me,
Don't burn it down with your fantasy...


Link: http://morethangoodhooks.com/2011/04/11/paramore-live-in-indonesia-singapore-august-2011/

My reaction.

My reaction after watching Inception:

One word. Twitter.

I started my day with a very healthy dose of Twitter and checked all the tweets that I missed. A lot, apparently. I was in luck today: jyplaysguitar (Justin York, Taylor York's brother) tweeted some pretty insane tweets. Apparently the airport he was at, had a lockdown. A lockdown! My mind instantly flitted to Resident Evil Degeneration animation version. Ahh, infection, quarantine, and zombies...  :D
Stewie_Griffinn was a riot as usual, being sarcastic and all. We love him.
iThinkEpic was online-no sorry, is. He is online. His tweets are perverted, but still, humorous, as usual. 
Oh yeah, Will Ferrell. There's this bloke who claims to make a 'parody' account of Will Ferrell, but the tweets are hilarious, nevertheless...

Taylor York.

Taylor York of Paramore.

Hayley Williams.

Hayley Williams of Paramore.

Jeremy Davis.

Jeremy Davis of Paramore.

My reaction.

My EXAGGERATED reaction when I discovered that Paramore lost to Green Day on the Mtv March Madness Poll...

Blog Bugged.

Yep, I'm blogged bugged alright.

I don't believe it! Cassie Clare's City of Fallen Angels is out!!!

Dan's Chinese Zodiac sign.

Daniel Radcliffe's Chinese Zodiac sign is a snake. Am I the only one who sees the irony in this?

5 reasons.

5 REASONS TO DATE A BRITISH BOY.

1. His accent
2. Having someone call you "Love"
3. His wit and remark and lazy sarcasm that only British boys seemed to possess
4. The way he dress
5. His pale skin

Voldemort's Social Deatheaters Network

Can we say Epic?

Playlist for my current mood.

1. Misguided Ghosts by Paramore
2. Desert Song by My Chemical Romance
3. Satellite Heart by Anya Marina
4. Belle Of The Boulevard by Dashboard Confessional
5. My Love by Sia

Keep Calm.

Yeaaaah, I sort of figured that out...

Macaroons.

Yes, please.

Curious Entomology.

I just saw my BFF's latest update on her Deviantart account and I was blown away by it!
I don't know how she keeps doing it, but this one is AMAZING! My absolute favorites!
It's called 'curious entomology'
Here's the link to the pic: 
http://camiloo.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3ci6bn


NOW THAT PICTURE IS STRICTLY 'COPYRIGHTED' SO DON'T GET ANY IDEAS!!!
All credits for the linked picture goes to Camilloo @ deviantart.com

Brushing you off.

Whenever someone tells me they 'hate' Paramore, or if they think Paramore's rubbish, I'd be like:

Dear Josh,

Dear Josh,
Don't let your ego blind you. 

I heart this!

Need I say more?

Brand New Eyes.

Sophie's Brand New Eyes. 


I thought this picture titled: "Space Dust" by Viviphyd from deviantart.com best describe how I'm feeling right now. Pensive.  
link:
http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&q=space+dust+viviphyd#/d3clxyq