Slight Blues

College has been, well, repulsive most of the time. I still yearn for an extra hour of nap, even though it is unmistakably unattainable at the moment. But on a lighter note, chocolates make me happy. And magi mee dengan telur puts the soul in a provisional euphoria.

On Monday, TNB did us all a favour and cut off the current for some maintenance work. The entire TARC, UTAR, Wangsa Maju and even Melati Utama was currentless. Imagine hunger striked students stuffing wonton noodles in their faces in the dark. At 11am, the sight that greeted me; a room full of vociferous Accounting college students in a hot stuffy hall, was too much for me. When the lecturer dismissed lecture after sitting in a summerged in darkness after fifteen minutes, the ultimately loud cheers and blares pounded on my eardrums as if begging to be released from the other side. Couldn't help but step outside for some fresh air, cool breeze and china chatter. Instantly, I was transported to my paradise where I suppress emotions. Completely deluged in simplicity and contentment that always overwhelm me like a torrential downpour. Oh boy, I love that.

Well I give credits to these wishy-washy feelings that I need through my stubborn phase. Thank you.

I stayed in last evening to get some studying done. Managed to do several of the things I planned yet I feel as if my day was wasted. I should have woken up earlier, should have spend less time worrying about my tummy, and completed more things. It is weird how previously I could just squander away my days and not feel guilty about it and now I think about how I could have done more instead of waking up at some ungodly hour and just lazing in bed with a book. But as always, we can’t undo what’s been done.

There’s a Punjabi saying that goes; wakt noon hath naen phar-da. There is no hand to catch time.

P/s: I did NOT fail IT coursework, yeah, the one I was complaining all week about :D woohoo!

If It's Coming Over You Like It's Coming Over Me

I’m not sure what I’m trying to achieve by drafting this post. Or will I even successfully put into words the significance of it at all. In fact, I doubt it’ll even make it to the list of published posts.

So, tuan-tuan dan cik-cik sekalian, adalah dinasihatkan supaya anda menekan butang yang berwarna merah yang mempunyai lambang ‘x’ di atasnya.

Here and now, I find myself in the same predicament as before. I have so many things that I want to blog about but time does not permit me to really write, to pour out my thoughts and feelings. Not only is time an issue but inspiration seems to have deserted me as well.

I would like to do a more meticulous update about what’s been going on with me but I reckon it would have to wait until inspiration decides to visit me again.

______________________


I don’t know where to begin. Okay, maybe I do. I guess it all started when the demons of the past caught up with me. The epiphany of time occasionally does that when we least expect it. Talking to too many people, doing too many things that doesn’t concern me, and what not. The other night, I got distracted and end up helping this cina charity society fold paper swans until 1am when I rightfully know I was supposed to study for Econs test! OMG. Eh wait, that’s not the point. The thing is, I’ve noticed recently, no actually, the past seven months, I’ve been meeting one too many new acquaintances, both from Sabah and college, not that I’m complaining. It’s just that, what happens to the old ones? Last week a met a guy named Hunt, and the week before was Moses, and before him was SQ and Ee Yun…. I barely have time to register foreign names and faces and get to know their whereabouts before I go registering a new contact in my already mampat phonebook. Adoi.

Anyhow, I’ve been updating the phonebook over the weekend so not to mix up the Alexs’ and Jason’s in the world. I have a grand total of EIGHT Jason’s in my phonebook, excluding the two whom I’ve deleted. Friends and family and random contacts are categorized. I hate doing it, but I see no other option after sending wrong texts to people I’ve mistaken them to be. So memalukan okay.

And so, friends, you are now listed in my phonebook according to the means we are acquainted with. Blur? For example, the Jasons are now listed as Jason/NS, Jason/tarc or Jason/13. Just so you know, best friend, you’re classified as Crystal/BBF :D

Speaking of the past, there used to be someone special. Someone, who with just a feeble joke or a crooked smile gets me smiling until the moment my head full of hair plops the pillow at night. At first, it was an awesome feeling. The joy and anger, they were pure. Everything became more colourful. Even studying seemed a little more appealing then it used to. However, simple stuff turned difficult. As time passed, laughter transformed into doubt, confusion, and basically the whole package that comes along without a charge, unwanted. Days came and went, and after a huge span of time, lengthy emo sessions and floury exchange of texts with best friend at ungodly hours, it all became a numb wound that won’t hurt with any amount of nudging or poking. And so it’s been a year since it all started.

That’s when curiosity starts lurking. I should have take heed of the advice, curiousity killed the cat. Maybe catching up wasn’t such a great idea after all huh? I should have left things the way it were. I’m sorry, I'm disappointed but I definitely did'n regret it. The fact that things that revolve around me always get screwed up and annoys me isn’t gonna leave me ALONE is it?.. What I hate the most is I'm unable to fix things right and yet somehow feel appallingly vulnerable.

I wallow in the past and obsess about the future. How bad can that be huh? Very I say.

The moments of forgetfulness is such a bliss.

I Just Can't Wait.

I’m coming home this weekend!!!!!

Best friends and family whom I have not meet for weeks and weeks now, be prepared to spare me a hug when I’m back :D I'm gonna ring the door bell a coupla more times then I did the last time, shower extra long, sleep on my nice bed that has lost it's comfyness extra long, watch TV, read the papers from back to back, kacau my tallsister with every fibre of my being.

Daniel has dropped the news that on this Friday’s Youth Section’s agenda is OSEAM. So friends far and wide, keep your Friday evening free and please get your shiny asses to YS. Why? Cos I’ll be there. And there’s Oseam.




Oh, allow me to clear that fuzzy ball of confusion that I’ve unintentionally exploded upon you. Oseam is a hand drawn Corean animation film aired during the recent Wesak International Film Festival, which I totally missed because my immune system decided it was the best time to play games and bestowed me with a red runny nose and sexy throaty voice. I hate falling sick. :( Here’s my second chance, and I’m grabbing hold onto it. How I love second chances, at least, now I know all those moments I spend believing in second chances doesn’t all go to waste. Yay.

See you on Friday night now, it's a date with me and you and you and you! ;)

Hits the floor

Sometimes, we get too caught up with recent events we tend to forget how and why we have landed gracefully on our feet to the spot that we are now. And we also can't deny that distractions hits us in the back cleverly disguise that you just don't see it coming. That is where and when we fall back on people we rely on, friends. Weather they catch you or not, it's a whole different story. But if they don't, lose them. You're better off that way. :)

Best friends and family back in Subang, I miss you, aLOT. Imagine Sungai Rajang quick flowing after rainy season, that's how much I miss y'all. Heehee. And because I love you, and I'm saying this rather thick-facely, I know you love me too, therefore, I'll try to make this week a cheery one. With two exams down and all. I've been moody for way too long. People who intend to scrap crap in my way, save it. I'm super determined ookay. I'm a lady in mission, a mission as simple as to be happy. Don't play play.


P/s: Jason,have you heard Usher's Love In This Club or One Republic's Come Home? :)

Things I did over the weekend:

1. Weighing the ups and downs of spending the weekend over at Setapak. I did. Only because the goody two shoes in me decided IT exam is waaaaay superior compared to the comforts of my bed which has probably already lost my scent and home cooked food. Mind you, it was a very hard decision to make which probably none of you have to make. It totally didn't help with random over concerned friends keep texting to ask if I was coming back or did I need a lift. *grr* That, my friends, is why the 'off' was added to the many functions a phone can have. The plan was to study but then again, I slept even more then I would have if I was back in Subang. No Jit Hu, I wasn't trying to con you, IT is too theoretical lah.

2. Swept my room until the floors sparkle of Saturday afternoon sunshine. I can finally take in a deep breath and not have hair and dust particles fly up my nostrills.

3. Explored Setapak’s Jusco. I needed a change of menu, really :(

4. Fell in love with an expensive jacket. Sigh.

5. Catch a Metrobus, ONLY because all the cabs had their mind of their own and refused to be available. I refuse to admit how spoilt I am on this matter. Nevertheless, it’s such a small world. I met a few classmates and few A Levels friends of a friend in that bus too.

6. Met a fellow hostel mate who has no choice but to stay over EVERY weekend, he’s a Sarawakian you see. By the name of Moses. So god-like name wei. I feel almost intimidated, if only you speak powerderful english and not eat burgers. Hahaha.

7. Played Usher’s Love in This Club on repeat on SQ’s laptop until he nearly killed me. Nearly. But seriously, I study better with that song.

8. Miss HOME.

9. Tried, but failed miserably to study for IT exam. I made every effort in the world I had okay. But it’s a dull subject with too many components, descriptions and examples. :S

9. Ate a whole box of Pocky’s Choco Banana by myself, this is because the person who recommended me to buy them in the first place said it wasn’t nice and left it all to me to finish. I also ate a bunch of bananas, sausage croissant bun, two plates of chicken rice, another box of Strawberry Rocky, bought from Penang snack with sweet caramel fillings, cold chap fan, dehydrated nut meg, cheese ham bun, Milo in box, soupy noodle something. Haih. When I’m emoe, I eat. *vows to eat more vege this week*

10. Broke a mirror. Now, I have a reason for my incapability to score for IT paper.

11. Screwed up my sleeping cycle with poise and grace. Started my day at twelve on a Saturday, fell asleep while attempting to study later in the afternoon, jumped into bed at six. I swear I could hear birds chirping outside my window. Got up at five on Sunday. I’m guessing I will return to my nocturnal normalcy within the next few days. I shouldn't stay up so late. It’s a bad thing and you must scold me :\

12. Count my lucky stars I don’t have food allergies, thankfully too! I have this friend who’s allergic to just about everything. Beef, seafood, nuts, you name it. How I pity you, cause Peanut Butter M&Ms are to die for. Luckily you are not allergic to tuna, or else, you can’t be my friend no more.

There’s no secret ingredient.

What you need to do is believe that something is special,

and it will be special.

-Kung Fu Panda

Shoot The Moon

I almost forgot how beautiful a moonlit night is. You see, the moon’s up there for three consecutive nights now but I was too foolish, and blinded by anger, and busy to pay attention—to just actually stop doing everything and look up, and be quiet, and just see the peace of the soft silver light. But not last night.

I was awestruck by its beauty. I don't know if it was officially a full moon or not but it was very close and very bright. Once again it was a cloudless and perfect sky. Somehow, though, it felt sad. Maybe it was because of the single star on it's right. I couldn't help but think that all of its brightness was being missed by everyone and it was oddly lonely.

I love eves of full moons because the beams fill up the night and it’s not as dark. Or maybe, it's just the KL City lights :P

To continue from my last post.... I truly believe, I jinx myself. All the time. And I never learn from it. Each and every single time I truly believe things is finally going my way, it defies me and does the totally opposite.

And I am still angry. I keep telling myself that it’s no use getting so affected by things I cannot control. One of those BB guns would be really good just about now.

Apples and Rejoice Shampoo

After posting up that post in a huff, I scrambled back to hostel and dived into the bed for a nap.

I woke up feeling I just woke up from a cavernous hibernating period of five years. Needless to say, after a looooong cold shower, with the new grapefruit shower foam I grabbed at the nearby sundry mart, I felt instantly better. It’s amazing what a few hours of nap can do for the soul. Heehee.

After what seem like an hour long in the shower, realizing I wasn’t too late to join Emi for dinner I amble over to the canteen where I met Emi’s some sorta classmate. I made a new found friend :)

He loves strawberry flavoured Rocky sticks, just like I do. He listen to James Blunt songs, just like I do. Together, we laugh ourselves silly about all the things Emi does, like why he’s so noob at using the water dispenser without getting scalded by the boiling hot water. See how we instantly click? Hahaha.

That evening I was so determined to get at least some of the mountain high homework done. Until I realized how stoopid I was…. Where got people so bersemangat wanna study accounts but for get to bawak calculator wan? Adoi. My new found friend so nicely borrowed me his super calculator which makes my Casio 570 something look so outdated and hopeless.

I slept fitfully that night.

Nonetheless, today was an ordinary day. Nothing abrupt. Nothing out of the blue. It was palpably ordinary, if that makes any sense. Like it was asserting its smooth usualness, as if the last two days never happened. A Wednesday, the customary snoozing routine until it couldn’t get any later, the rushed breakfast, waiting for Sheryl to walk all the way to the other end of college, being late, again, sitting in the place I always park myself during English class, complaining what a drag Statistics tutorials can be. The routine-like Wednesday is somewhat comforting.

Happiness is seeping into my blood again, that doesn’t mean the fact that IT Applications exams are next week and there’s six lengthy chapters of notes to memorize are not plaguing me like glue.


Mind you, it’s not as easy as it may sound. Having to memorize the many definition of every software/peripheral/hardware/device/storage media and what not effing sucks.

May I have all the perseverance and discipline in the world to guide me in studying for this paper :)

p/s: I think the couple occupying the computer next to mine should very well get a room. The downsides of having to depend on the library computer to blog and search for material.

What If It All Means The Same

Rainy Days and Mondays; One and the Same.



What is it about the rain? It seems like when I have the option to sleep, sitting in front of the wide open book spilling with words seems to lose all it’s attraction. *yawn*

I’m having a shitalishious week so far (yes, I know its only Tuesday and it's too early to curse it, but scrap that, it's as awful as it can get).

How my day and week manage to get so screwed up all by itself, is beyond me.

It's absolutely crap.

You know when absolutely everything and everyone is out to get you. Even inanimate objects - like the MIA room key and when the shower foam bottle goes empty on me. It’s then when I imagine that these things actually so have some form of intelligence and they all decided that today is piss-shya-around week. And then I get all angry and stuff and I wish that every single person that has ever messed with me would do so today because I’m ready.

I’m itching for a good fight, a real screaming match, you know?

One of the things I inherited from my mother is the ability to go from peaceful to pissed in a manner of seconds. I’m stressed out about tutorials, upcoming exams, about money, more exams, other people's portion of assignment and about my friends that has once again heaped some of their crap onto me.

I need something to break up the monotony of all the day to day activities - you know. I can’t remember which blogger wrote about it - what would you like to have invented? Today I’d like to have some sort of gadget that would make me disappear, just for today or for the week. This time next week, everyone would remember me but today and for the rest of the week, everyone should just forget I ever existed.

Or maybe I’d like a battery operated clone that would give all the correct responses that doesn't end up screwing me in the back later on and I can stay home and send my better half to college and live my life, and she can take all the crap because she doesn’t have emotions or feelings. But enough about that. The fact that I want to go Hannibal on someone and bite their face off isn’t important. Because I hate blood.

So there you go.

A Place In This World by Taylor Swift

I don't know what I want, so don't ask me
cause I'm still trying to figure it out
don't know what's down this road, but I'm walking
trying to see through the rain coming down
even though I'm not the only one
who feels the way I do.

CHORUS
I'm alone, On my own, and that's all I know
I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on
I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world

Got the radio on, my old blue jeans
and I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
feeling lucky today, got the sunshine.
could you tell me what more do I need
and tomorrow's just a mystery, oh yeah
but that's ok

REPEAT CHORUS

maybe I'm just a girl on a mission
but I'm ready to fly..

P.S: I'm Happy, Get Lost

I’m Only Me When I’m With You - Taylor Swift.
“You know everything about me.
You say you can’t live without me.”


'Any chick, no matter how reprehensible in appearance, gains ten points of hotness if she’s wearing white bottoms. '



Because I am insane, the other day, I bought a pair of white pants and am under the delusion that I will be able to keep them white.

I was so hyped up about the white pant magic I wore them to class the other morning. White pants are a bad idea particularly when your period suddenly decides to pay a visit. Period, I hate you.

Anyhow, my week has been pleasantly satisfying. Little things amuse me. Like how the other day nearly half my classmates wore black tee’s as if we had planned it the night before. Coincidences are funny things. Agree much?

I've also been receiving one too many unanticipated texts and calls from people I usually hear from when they have a hidden agenda in mind. Out of the blue. But all they wanted was to say hi and chat and nit-nat stuffs. All this is so mind boggling. If this continues, period days aren't so awful after all. Heehee. I feel as if life has finally come into place for me. *smiles*

The weekend was filled with hidden surprises in every crook and canny possible. Scrumptious cheesecake and last minute dinner invitations definitely peppered my weekend with smiles and laughter. I spent a huge portion of my Sunday, not being home. Definitely contradicts with my reason for coming home during the weekends. Adoi.

Lately, I have been flickering like a television with a cracko antenna. Satellite dish bermasalah. But today particularly had my happy indicator blinking and bleeping like mad compared to the handful of YS moments I managed to scraped in between weekends in Subang.

I just feel so happy lah, really.

The mission for the afternoon was the pindah furniture into YS’s newhome.

Sounds easy?

That’s the catch, it sounded simple.

Hah. I wish!

It went far complicated then that but I enjoyed every moment of it down to the grittiest bit. From being teased as an ex-NS muscle woman, sitting in between a ‘what do you think about…’ interrogation, sipping ‘teh kundur’ while laughing over lame-o jokes, holding open doors for the big strong men carting unbelievably heavy furniture from the third floor, scrubbing dust and rust stained cabinets that just utterly refuse to remove itself despite the amount of brushing until hands turn red and raw, turning screw, bolts and nuts into place, discovering the joys of classical music crash course in fifteen minutes by the one and only Jin Hwa, and finally savoring our well deserved meal: a measly piece of roti planta..

As odd as it seems and despite the probability of waking up with a backache is mountain high, I enjoyed my day.



Shya yg cute,
Xian yg jauh lebih cute drp mu tibatiba amatlah merindumu =P
Shya kena jaga diri di tmptnyg far away from home ya.
Xian sentiasa miss you! =)

Roll The Dice

Love it or loathe it, phones are assets we can scarcely live without. Phones are sometimes regarded as bothersome in one too many occasion, more than ever when, my head has settled comfortably on the pillow, feet snuggled up between the folds of the blanket, and I’m milliseconds away from a world where ice-creams are free and I rule the world at the tip of my fingers, that device we depend and spend a huge wad of cash on, bleeps shrilly, breaking the peace and solitude, instantaneously chasing sleep away.

However, the assurance that a fantastic day lies ahead could be obtained from a single text or phone call buttered with care, concern or distressed from a friend, family or mere stranger you met only days before. How life works, is truly amazing.

People, this blogpost was inspired by Wei Chian. Many a time, his texts has never failed leave me with at least, a small smile in the mornings, and actually looking forward to start my day, despite knowing what lies ahead: bright fluorescent lights, empty toilet stalls, cold mean showers and the ever ironic Madam Tan.

Here are a handful of the many texts I have received and read first thing in the morning.


Jason who’s name isn’t really Jason.
Zitu, we’re supposed to study lecture 1-3 notes for tomorrow’s accounting test?


Ah Leeeong whom I met at NS and is now taking QS in the same college!
Yo, time passes so fast. We’ve been in college for a month now. Do you really understand HE (ethnic relations)?

HAHA. No, I never did understand HE from the very first day. Which serves as reminder, it’s time to dig out my notes.


Jit Hu, soon-to-be Secret Recipe’s competitor
Morning shya, wa u slept so late. Quickly get up, you’ve got morning class, don’t be late :-)


Sleepyhead Harry from Sabah
Hai Szetoo yang cute, slamat pagi.


Wooi Lee all the way from the lands of hornbills.
Weishya dear, I need your help. At driving test now. Which sign is the one that says ‘tidak dibenarkan menunggu’? The one with the slash across or ‘x’ across it?

AHAHAHAHAHAAH. When desperation strikes I'm Weishya dear lah?


Harry, again
Wei Szetoo, bangun la. Nanti lambat lagi.

Since when you became Mr. Punctual eh? I remember you being the latest for class, everyday of the week.


Jit Hu 
Hello shya, you napping or studying? :-)

You have a misconception going on there. Let me clarify it, I don’t nap nor study for a living okay.


Jit Hu again
Why the hours u’re awake so very odd wan =/

Heehee. I have absolutely no comment. I'm jst being me :)

Shorter then Shya, Ricky, the one who sulks whenever we sing ‘tinggi-tinggi gunung kinabalu’
HUJAN kata ‘bila aku sdh tiada…simpan semua laguku, jgn d tangis slalu, kerna e2 hanya smentara’ Mmg betul kta LOTTE ‘yg berlalu tdk akn brulang’ SAMSONS berpesan dgn sya agar bgi tau kmu ssuatu: jdkanlah PLKN KUMPULAN2 SIRI5/2008 d KKDB sbgai ‘kenangan terindah’ dlm hidup kita. Sbb MILA cakap dgn sya “aku lebih tahu’ Lgpun MAMBAI kate ‘kau ilhamku’.

That text triggered a tear gland I never knew existed, having to just wake up and all. Sigh. I miss Sabah, like a lot a lot a lot.


Daddy the dearest.
R u awake or in class?

Being asleep and all, I didn't reply. Guessing so, dad swiftly called for a short chat/rant session.


Daniel who’s in Brunei as I am typing this
Hello, good morning :-) will I be seeing you here at wiff?

Wiff stands for wesak international film fest which I really did plan to go…but but. My body’s immune system was so weak even subang’s dry environment couldn’t save my leaking nose.

Livindon the natural artist.
Perhatian kepada semua wira dan wirawati, anda dijemput ke dewan makan untuk makan tengahari. TANPA GAGAL. Saya ulang sekali lagi……

Oh man….I really miss the ridiculous announcements we gang up to ignore. Jurulatihs were left with no choice but to repeat the announcement with a louder decibel and sneaking a threat or two in between. Announcement which we all will be laughing over it and mimicking for days.


Crystal, the best friend, before leaving for Cinaland
Best friend.. Don’t oversleep again like you always do kay :) I won’t be around to remind you, so do take care!!


Louis, the sleepyhead, whom always always get caught in act.
Hey, can borrow dictionary?


Martin Lai, one Wednesday morning..
Wake up la. wake up time to go class.
I MISS YOU! :)


Martin Lai
Hahahaha u better not doze off, I’ll take a taxi all the way there and pull you up.


A slightly ganas Martin Lai
WAKE UP! DON’T MAKE ME BURN UR BLANKET. WAKE UP!

OMG LA. =.=



Peddy, with teeth so shiny it bounces off light
Hai Szetoo, ni hao ma? Lma tk dgr khbar..


Emiraldi, who was late for dinner, TWICE
Tday u got a lot of homework n stress again?


Martin, again
Morning. WAKE UP WAKE UP :)


Yee Fangus from charsiupauland
Wake up wake up wake up


Tinboy, who nags me to draw the box, you suck la ;)
Cc.. I jst studied econs textbook, and now I know that it’s really good. Won’t make fun of you for wasting so much time again! Gambate for your test tmr. Go go go.

IN YOUR FACE! I TOLD YOU TEXTBOOKS WERE USEFUL *grins*

Jun Keat, the great uncle.
Goodde morning shya. Having family breakfast now. You want siew pau? Nah, I Bluetooth to you.

WHERE GOT PEOPLE LIKE THIS ONE? Tell me… this is mental torture okay!


Pei Chen who texts at odd hours, for the oddest reasons too
Woi..wake up. Go toilet oh.

Err…? Eh woman, I know after a week of my absence you miss me, but, pee at two am?



I left numerous of texts out for personal reasons and what not. I hope you a had a good laugh, or two :P

That Purple Thing

And so, a week has passed, packed full of activity such that I had too little sleep and had no choice but to concuss on the ride back to home grounds. It was a tiring but fulfilling week, I even managed to meet up with the datelines I had set *ifeelsoproud*. Many thanks to everyone that played a part of it; from piggyback rides after walking a whole day in too tiny heels to being treated Singapore Laksa in maggi hotcup =.=





On a frustrating note, I have never been more mad or confused. Those feelings left me feeling like a tv rosak on a euro championship season. I can’t explain this. But then I can’t explain a lot of things. I just wish, sometimes, I had the guts to give people a piece of my mind. Like how I feel I am worthy to fume and boil because to think of it, I have already done my part, for that matter, I was left with no option but to complete a whole task single-handedly, with no help whatsoever. I have camped at the library after classes for days, sometimes, until late in evenings, freaking lifeless, rambling hungry, frozen cold until my teeth chatter as if it's gonna fall off, while knowing I have a pile of homework to go back to. Adding on to my sappiness, I've shamelessly borrowed friend’s of friend’s laptop to continue wracking my head until wee hours of the morning.

So please, spare me, don’t put words (or feelings) in my mouth. Do you even have the faintest idea how I feel? How exhaustion has seeped into my spine overnight I'd have to force myself up from bed the next morning? Crack open that mascara encrusted eyelashes of yours read this and comprehend it well, I have no intentions to bitch but do realize that the world doesn’t revolve around you. Readers, don't you go bitching around either. Lay off my case.

I love how my parents are always on my side when I moan. They will chastise why I let people walk all over me and proceeds to defend for me which I would be absolutely smitten. *hearts*

I am in serious need of an intense blogging session and Anger Management classes. I mean, I'm always losing my temper and getting myself into sticky muddles. This week, not only did I manage to lose control over my temper and self-dignity, I somehow managed to lose muscle control over my limbs too.

What’s wrong with me, people? :(

Until further notice, my hotlink number shall be un-responsive.
So don’t get maddeningly furious when you don’t get a reply.
And don’t send me follow up texts like ‘Weishya, you okay anot? Why never reply’.
You will definitely not receive a reply, I assure you.

In my defense; Weishya needs time off to battle with the dragons within her. And with much skepticism and determination, she shall calm the beast and sing it a lullaby or two ;)

On days like these, good music pacifies to soothe the ever cynical ranting mind, so please recommend.


P/s: As much as I'd like to blame my mood on PMS, I can't. I swear my ovaries have a mind of it's own, badmouth it and relish it's doldrums.
P/ss: My first driving lesson will be tomorrow, although feeling out of the zone, I'm reaaally excited about it.


Here’s a fact of life; popularity doesn’t affect your future
If someone told me this in high school, I don’t think I would have believed them. But at this moment in time, nearly eighteen years of age, a step closer to my P license, popularity is a matter of opinion, and even the most popular kids may not have any real friends. It is much more important to look for quality of friends rather than quantity of friends.
You know who you are.

Load Off My Shoulders

Takes in a deep bottomless lungful of air.

‘I’m done with my sakai assignment’

With absolutely no thanks to my group mates.

*grins like a demented woman*

I feel like I’ve tracked my way up Mount Kinabalu and just reach earth on my bum.

Meoow

Just in case you're wondering, my weekend was a-okay. :)

Despite sleeping away the evening allocated for studying, Economics was a breeze. I got off easy as the paper was kinda simple.

Note to self: I MUST not take things for granted.

My short span of time back at home has reminded me how much I miss my over-towering Little Sister.

I think, it’s been an eternity since we spend as much time as we used to since I left for NS in Sabah months back. For that matter, I have aplenty of catching up to do with both friends and family alike… Sigh. Why is this so difficult, I don't know.

In a blink of an eye, my cheeky one-of-a-kind sister has somewhat miraculously evolved. Yes, notice that I used the word evolved. She’s now a tall gangly thing with her rather impressive saunter :P hahah. I couldn’t help it laa. Mum says I should walk like how she does... And as much as I wish to ignore and turn a blind eye to it, my adolescent of a sister is blossoming with each passing weekend I return. Friend of mine thinks alike. :S

Do me a favor and please don’t mention the height difference.

She, who accompanies me doing the laundry in the wee hours of the day, shares nearly similar taste in music, argues over insignificant matters, battles over a bowl of rojak, gives in and allows me a slurp at her instant noodles she has so susahly cook up between TV advertisements, monopolizing the computer, ever pestering.

As much pain in the arse as she may be, I miss having her around all the time.

Among the very few shots we took...

Battle of the retarded face between sisters.

She made me do this.. :S

Trying verrry hard to un-sepet.

This weekend has reeled me back in much delightful happenings.



Carmen has dropped her bombshell of good news on me. She is not flying off to a land of far far away, which also means, we’ll be celebrating our 327th birthday together. Weehee. Weekends back are usually stuffed with food unobtainable in the lands of ktar grounds. But I think I overdid it this time. From the Saturday night’s sushi, birthday cake, mum’s herbal soup, Szeto’s scones, brownies and what not, popiah rolls……..

OMG.

Like that wasn’t enough, Mum baked up oven hot buns, to bawak balik hostel. Sorry to say, the faulty ingredient given by a friend of mum’s produced buns that weren’t up to Mum’s tip-top as usual buns :(

Later in the evening, Jit Hu dropped by with Sachertorte, a german cake. Chocolaty sandwiched between yummy strawberry filling. I daresay, Secret Receipe has met it’s match ;) Mmhmm.

And yes, thank you Crystal and Carmen for the new new new shirt. New clothes make me happy. Someday weekend I’m back, we sama-sama pakai ya. Teehee.

Weishya hopes to focus and be punctual for English class, and control herself from laughing at her classmate's grammer errors :P Wish her luck!