Annual Affair

Throughout our lives, we try to incorporate certain habits or activities into our daily routine. May it be church service, putting together a stupendous musical, workworkwork, movie marathons, evening jogs, blog posting, mamak sessions, yearly camps, weekly trips back home or the occasional (and much needed) holiday get away. 

Among the many many mundane things in life, I look forward to taking time off from books and rejoicing in the aging of my close peers.

I don’t know about the remaining seven of them but I thrive on these celebrations because it’s the only time ALL OF US will drop everything and anything to spend a few hours of fun, merciless criticizing and exchange shamelessly lame jokes together. Albeit the abrupt plunge in expenditures, I’m certain the expansion in the tummy region and 32632 pictures taken in between is worth the while.

This was one year ago

Now that the eight of us don’t live within the same area as we had back then, more often than not, we LACK OF EFFORT TO MEET UP and TAKE SHYA FOR WALKS WHEN I’M SWEATING STRESS BALLS. But it’s okay, because with text messaging, Facebook, Twitter, and what not we are still riding on one another’s tangent (: 

Contrary to the extravaganza birthday treat I share with Carmen on our birthday and Crystal’s in March, these celebrations which at times may be simple with a splash of ice cold water or a blow of candles. Either way, both celebrations are very very sacred and I hold very dear to my heart. Behind these mini outings are thorough planning which we go to the extent of considering each and everyone’s qualms (eg: my vegan diet, Nev’s fondness for dry food, Sheryl’s bountiful ulcers). 

Meticulous much? Hehee.


By now, you should be able to figure out the kid that just got older (not me).

As of today; Happy 20th Neville!

A year later, there's been some good time, some rough ones, some found love, some lost love, some lost their way,some found theirs and some is hovering in between. There's been additions to the group and the best part is the feeling remains the same.

P/s: Thank you, Crystal and Carmen. For the many years of friendship that the both of you never me gave a chance to question, for tight, squishy hugs you give me and for the look on your faces every time we part ways. Love you both!

More Often Than Not

After all these time, I’ve never really posted up a picture of my room which I said I would put up but never did. But after rooting around my file archives for one, I can't find one. Actually got, but its so disgracefully messy so I'll just settle with one that outlooks from the outside of my hostel gates. Step by step okay :) 


P/s: Loving the greeenery! I've an epiphany imma spend my old age in the countryside and count stars after a day's work. Whether I can tahan being so far away from civilization is another story altogether.

At Ten Minutes to Three

Maybe the midsem hecticness has been the catalyst to shedding a few layers of happiness (in replace of an army of pimples to my forehead) - who's to say?

Mental Note

Sometimes, we need sticky yellow pads to remind us of things that matter at the end of the day.

Another Lame One

What do vegan zombies have for breakfast? Grains! 

(Sorry, can't help it!)

The Roti Man

"Milo ais." I say.

He nods. "Makan?"

"Roti cheese pisang satu."

"Susu!" He agrees, somewhat aggressively.

"No susu! Cheese pisang." I correct him.

"Cheese satu."

"Cheese AND pisang."

"Satu cheese satu pisangg!" * triumphantly*

"No no no- cheese and pisang. Campor. Satu."

"Pisang?"

"Yah. Dengan cheese."

We both exchange forlorn, bewildered stares.

"Satu cheese...?" He tries again tentatively.

*nods head & gives somewhat encouraging smile*

"Dengan pisang. Cheese and pisang. Satu."

Finally, he nods in understanding. We get our order all right, but I can't help but think drooling trolls have a more efficient system of communication.



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Roti cheese pisang, by the way, is very awesome and very recommended by the author. Good day y'all!

Self Discipline, yo!

Happy One Month vegan self!

Split Splat Lemon Whaaaat?

Yesterday, I got caught in a heavy shower while walking out to get some vegetarian food not two hundred and fifty steps beyond the hostel gates.

Thankfully, I have my red umbrella.

However, I vividly remember it sticking out from the paper box I shoved under the bed, in my room, which were some hundred steps back. While I was running to get it, I thought about the strange epilogue life signals us all ─ we always have the necessary paraphernalia to counter the lemons that life throws at us, but most of the time, those paraphernalia are locked up in the depths of our heart, and we waste an enormous amount of time (and energy) trying to find them. By the time we've found them, we have already been defeated by adversity."

You know now, always be prepared.

Study Woes

Business valuation, if you ask me, is like asking a mother how talented her son is. There is no possible way you'd be getting an objective answer.