Sent a couple of photos to develop last month. While sieving through (very briefly) my photo archive, filtering out the tonnes food pictures, duplicates, blurry and ones with horrendous lightning, I begin to wonder.. Did you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? Cos I sure have loads! It makes me wonder how many people have pictures of me, how many moments of other people's lives we've been in or could have been in. Were we part of someone's life when their dream came true, or were we there when their dreams eventually died? Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow meant to be there? Or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it.
I've come to realize that you can't step into a rosy future if you keep trippin up on the thorns of your past.
But sometimes it can't be avoided. Reflecting would be like looking at a bloody bandage from an old wound, simply
to remind yourself of the pain one has gone through.
I hardly watch the idiotbox. Given the circumstances of my living conditions, you'd think its normal. But even when I am on long (is two weeks deemed long??) holiday breaks, or in the last four weeks that I've permanently moved back home, you wouldn't find me in front of the idiotbox either. It's that I just don't have time! I just can't sit still in front of the box for hours at the time when there's that fat book I've been wanting to pick up. just. sitting. there...
Though, I've follow television series such as Big Bang Theory, Chuck and my newest addiction for 2 Broke Girls, I very seldom sprint off on marathon sessions on the couch until 5 am for consecutive days.
It is beyond me how people can engulf a forty episode drama series; 40 minutes per episode, in just three days. How?!! No need sleepeatshit is it?
Though...
I grew up watching A LOT of cartoons and children's programme, when I mean A LOT — it's alot! This pair of glasses comfortably perched on the bridge of my nose is a dead giveaway. I must have watched every episode of Sesame Street, twice at least D:
I remember how I used to wake up at 8 every morning to catch my fav cartoons on telly as a kid — no alarms necessary. Talk about dedication!
Sometimes I wish these cartoons would continue on, as I genuinely believe the cartoons of my generation were the best, and well suited for generation today as well.
Flipped through Cartoon Network recently and I have absolutely no idea what is so appealing about the cartoons now, or perhaps I'm growing up?
So it took me two years to get from that dissonant, disoriented and undefined state to where I am comfortably perched today. It took several tries but I guess the saying "third times a charm" rings true in this case.
We get lots of squeezes in life. Some are good ones, like hugs and orange juice. Some are not so good. At times we get squeezed too tight and need to take a breather. Other times, we become obsessed in achieving that one thing that it engulfs everything on the horizon; we lose sight of the bigger picture. We often take on too much. More than we can handle. Too much food on the plate, so to speak. We all want to get the most out of life, but some people seem to squeeze more out of it than others. This month I am trying to embrace the good and the bad squeezes equally :)
Looking back at Making a Mountain out of a Molehill, I have been consistently and later inconsistently/at sloth-like pace blog posting for nearly four years. Four years isn't a long time if you are measuring it against a marriage or an education, but for weekly/fortnightly blogposts about loud library goers, gripes about English classes, my cina classmates, how time is nearly never sufficient, life's enigma and everything in between, it’s a pretty long time. Or maybe not.
Admittedly I don’t write as often as I should and if I do, it lacks of content due to my fear of divulging too much. In my defence, I truly enjoy articulating rants that will give readers stitches in the tummy (true) but I’ve been terribly busy (lie). Studies have been ultra demanding (semi-true). I’ve been planning to pick up running (pipe dream) but I don’t own a proper pair of shoes (true) and I very recently lost a pot of porridge to the stove because I thought the whiff of smoke was coming from the neighbours and not my OWN kitchen when I was STANDING IN MY OWN KITCHEN -.- (true story). Besides, I can only rant so much and blogging is overrated/deemed to be mediocre (true). Tweeting and FB is the dalam thing now. However, I iz way too anti-social to actively participate (true)
Time and time again I remind myself that this site is deprived of attention (lie) and the expansion of self’s England vocabulary is redundant (mighty true) plus, I may be growing up (lie) but every once in a while the world needs to know Tall Sister is still towering over me (fact) -__-“
Nowadays I am mostly lazy and fickle and simply figuring out what I want and have decided to spend more of my days more aim-ful (possible truth). Dengan itu, I double clicked on the notepad icon and tapped the above you just read to mark it down.
In three days/two weeks/four months/nine years time, I’ll reread this and realise that blogging is so beneath me. End of story -.-
To make up for the post-less days I have combined the gist and excerpts from all my drafted texts and redundant emails I never got around to sending into one lengthy post in hopes that these excerpts will depict a clearer picture of my oh-so-mundane life when I’m out of the picture, which is more often than not.
As much as I’d like to run home (fly to an undisclosed place) each time I need a hug, I can’t. And such is life. T.T
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Crunch of crisp leaves. Water splashing. Repairman mumbling silently. Empty trash cans. Hum of the water dispenser. Shady pathways. Sugar coated donuts. Hansem IT lecturer. Blue grey white blue grey white blue stripes. Reeking toilets. Air jambu batu. Feeling of defeat. Sleep.
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Nobody can describe themselves in five words.
* I need a dose of quirks, I need Tal.
* I woke this morning with the aroma of herbal soup someone’s parents brought from home seeping under the crack of my door. Roaaaaaarr. Weekends in hostel are so damn sad.
* Having Death Cab For Cutie’s I Will Follow You into the Dark on repeat.
* Today, dad taught me the difference between Hokkien mee and Cantonese fried noodles. Ahha.
* If nobody makes an effort, I don’t see why should I.
* Having roti cheese telur delivered right up to your doorstep upon waking up from an evening nap has gotta be the best thing ever. Yalah, my life is currently that uneventful.
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When you search for something (someone), you really are trying to fulfil a feeling.
* There are some strings that can be prodded upon. Strummed, plucked and some can even be twanged. And there’s also a different kind of string, the type that are sacred and is better left unscathed.
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Eating burger ayam special cheese with a spoon.
* I am not as dumb as you are lead to believe. I’m just playing along your silly lie because I’d like to see how long you can keep it up.
* Every now and then something flashes by and I get severe i miss you pangs.
* I am seriously tempted to chop off my hair.
* Cab fares are now outrageously pricey nowadays. Baik I duduk hostel plant mushrooms :S
* I contradict myself ALL THE TIME. I say things like ‘it won’t rain today wan, so sunny and hot’. Few hours later I find myself trapped under a pondok shivering my butt off. WHYLA --
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I wish I wouldn’t get panic attacks in the mornings before taking exams. I can’t think straight, my palms gets so clammy and I feel like I’m going to heave yesterday’s dinner.
* If I had a mamak of my own, I’d make sure my customers get what they want, when they want it. I’ll also ensure drinks are not overdosed with sugar.
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So sleeeeepyy. Into the showers. Now.
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Happy people are not happy all the time you know. Give them the liberty to emoe and get upset every now and then.
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I am relieved of assignments!
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I always say ‘no time’ how long can I hide behind that cacat excuse?
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19/25. :(
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I want to do something hasty, reckless and dire. I could start with my hair. Hmmm.
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It matters what you think.
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Ignoring the fact that finals are in two weeks and watches an episode of spongebobsquarepants to cheer self up.
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I have developed an unusual liking for loud music. Like really loud. With lots screaming, whacking of drums, and heavy strumming of the guitar? It’s like I’m trying to block something out.
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Downed a packet of Hershey kisses in one evening.
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I think, you’re full of crap.
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Because it's only when you're tested, you truly discover who you are and who you can be. The person you want to be does exist.Somewhere in the other side of hard work, and faith and belief and beyond heartache and fear of what lies ahead. One Tree Hill.
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I feel like throwing up from the sight of my management info system notes, like right now..
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I can’t drink Milo cos my mugs are all piling up, unwashed and crusted with residue in the pantry.
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SHU XIAN AH. Stop sleeping and teman me study!
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Oh, have I mentioned I absolutely can’t stand mat rempits and smokers?
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I love to shower. It is the most stress-releasing moment of the day and I absolutely love smelling good
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Under some circumstances, not knowing is an advantage when compared to being burdened with having the knowledge.
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When I'm enraged, I take bigger and unforgiving bites.
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My heart dropped from a height so great the impact nearly crushed me.
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Chocolate coated raisins and seedless watermelon.
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Sometimes hor, being nice will get you no where except under their feet.
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STOP rain. Just stop.
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WHY does everyone wants to know whether I'll be home for the merdeka weekend or not? Hang kena study untuk finals la. Tanya lagi ku sepak kang.
* Good GOOD food. Thank you dad :D
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The family(minus big sister) was huddling around my shoebox size of a room, eating carefully packed home cooked pies, sliced papayas, and sipping steaming hot soup from my Milo mug for two hours. Their departure makes it feel suddenly too quiet. And the room feels bigger too. :(
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I have come to terms with the fact that I’m gonna spend my life catching up with past movies.
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I HAVE MILO once again. Thank youuu Nevnev!
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I can’t place a finger on what has changed between us but it is glaringly obvious that it has.
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A bit of stress will me good sometimes. Not every time though.
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Yellow yellow yellow yellow. Never had so many lemon mentos’s in a row. This is a first.
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My roommate is driving me nuts. That or four walls and law notes spread out before me.
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I have the earphones jammed into my ears all the time because then, I wouldn’t need to listen to my own thoughts.
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Laughing my arse off after watching Potong Saga. It’s DAMN funny.
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3am and a ball of hair.
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Mum, you were wrong after all. Even with a laptop, I still don’t blog as often as I should.
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Ooooh. I found this, not in my drafts but sent items. It is to illustrate to you that people don’t want to make promises when it comes to waking me up cos they know how deaf and sleep induced I’ve become upon plopping on the pillow during the end of the semester.
Wake me up at one please please.
By phone or personally?
Whichever way you find most convenient la. Janji I bangun can oredi.
Err.. I will janji if you janji to bangun when I bangunkan you. Okay?
Btw, I couldn’t fall asleep after an hour of tossing and turning so I got up and run(walk) a few rounds just to keep myself hyped.
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Everybody is hovering on the edge of health lately :( scary.
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I hate having to study for computers. I hate that everything I read just doesn’t lodge anywhere in my head. Imagine a car swerving past your street, ah something like that bah. I hate it even more that I want to pass this paper.
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GARLIC CHEESE TOAST are to die for. I swear upon my stash of apples.
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I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.
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The other day my phone alarm rang and vibrated so vigorously for the umpteenth time until it fell from the desk. It was only then I got up -_____-‘
Aiyooh. No wonder la my phone so lagging. Bertimbun banyak junk drafts accumulating in there. Some of these are backdated up to July sial.
This introduction is for the benefit of those who are unprivileged and lack of details on my personal day to day life. If you really are that clueless, I am currently pursuing my lifelong dream to be a super duper tip top accountant sitting in crimson red swirl leather chair in a high end office pretending to auditing spreadsheets while I am actually admiring the view and sniggering at the guy below who’s picking his nose thinking nobody’s watching. Hehee. That myth you heard that accountants are superboring people? Not true. For I am a living proof; well known for my capabilities to stun with my ffk-ing abilities, spring into tears any moment, jakuness and quirky rants. Unless you find points to argue that I meet the requirements of a boring individual, I have no further arguments.
And oh, I am in TARC by the way. This college of mine is in the faraway ulu lands of Setapak which is in Wangsa Maju, somewhere near Cheras (you know that place with the Connought Pasar Malam, apparently the longest one around) and a bus ride away to KL, that is as much as I can tell you even after all these months. Given that college isn’t a stone throw away from home and traveling everyday would be tiresome and unimaginable.
Thus, I am hostel bound. And that would instantly mean that I share a room with a fellow pmsing female, sharing the space, light source and air that I breath, using common bathrooms, unappealing canteen food, having the urge to burn the next door’s slipper every once in a while, not having to clean washrooms, finding bowls containing the remains of chilli panmee that look like it had been there for nearly over a week in the pantry and instantaneously killing my appetite.
Welcome to my life.
I may sound like I totally hate my college life. Very contrary to that, I quite like it. I’m comfortable with it. No offense, but I especially like the freedom and independence. No one’s gonna glare at me from over the table when I push the fish to the side of my plate, right dad? The only problem that I do have apart from the language barrier thing, would be being away from home.
Yah yah, I know I just contradicted with myself -______-
But it’s true. I used to cry everyday. Try being dumped into a place, totally foreign for the second time within three months. Damn tulan loh. It was here that I discovered that mastering a single language has both its reward and drawbacks. At very least, I wasn’t expected to join in bimbotic conversations about who and who did what with whom and the drama of it all.
Collegewise pulak, I’m getting better at it. I recognize all the buildings now. I can make my way from one canteen to the other one four times and back without getting lost, just don’t ask why I was walking back and forth four times. Tension saje.
I go for classes with three other girls; Sheryl Sook Huei and Shalanee, and together, that makes us a foursome. Sheryl with her obsession for sports and body parts, Sook Huei with eccentric sense of fashion and Shalanee who’s nearly always attached to the phone. Our personalities are as different as the sun and ocean and for the same reason I get so bengang sometimes. I am not f**king Mother Teresa okay, so don’t expect me to be all pleased, patient and forgiving 24 hours a day, seven days a week, four weeks a month.
Occasionally, on our good days, we’ll call in pizza delivery or throw a maggi gathering when the almighty rain gets in the way of great plans in the making. And we did celebrate new year's together, so it isn't all that bad :)
Things I hate about college life
Waking up at 6.45am for the 8am classes. Thus, my natural alarm clock is preset at seven something. And that includes Saturday and Sundays. What am I to do so freaking early in the morning. No one would wake up that early to go for breakfast.
Accidentally pressing the 'off' button on my phone, which means oversleeping and rushing to be in time for classes
Empty eerie toilet stalls. I DON’T KNOW WHY but hostelians hardly ever shower in the mornings. I really really cannot understand this kind of people loh. How do they focus in class without freshening up? If I did what they did, I’d be in class alright, but my head will never surface from the table top.
Deciding what to wear. Ahahahaa. Once upon a time I was complaining over boring tacky school uniforms.
Rushing down breakfast, rushing when I brush my teeth, rushing when I find my keys and leave the room with one sock on. Aaaaah.
Guessing whether the other threesome will be there waiting by the gate or will I be the one doing the waiting.
Fishing deep in my bag for IDs to flash to the guard. It is annoying giler okay. It's not like I have five hands you know. Dah la rushing for time already, you expect me to be all understanding that you’re just doing your job which I don’t see a point in. Who would sneak into tarc for the FUN of it? Tell me.
Walking past tinted classrooms. I always feel that people are watching me. HAHA.
Texting half the classmates to check which class I'm supposed to go to.
Being the last person to reach class, which isn't that often, really. Salute Sheryl for taking up that position.
Climbing up three flights of stairs for 8am classes.
Climbing up and down the stairs when we switch classes.
Walking with my heavy bag.
Deciding where/what to eat for lunch. When you have an indecisive bunch like the foursome, who’s thoughts falter every three seconds and each of us having a different cravings, it is no easy task as it may seem to be.
Deciding what/where to do during breaks.
Internet connection in the library.
When it deliberately rains on the days I carefully choose to wear shoes.
BM and English classes. *groans*
Replacement classes.
The constant series of tests and exams. There just is no rest from it la wei.
Getting used to not watching tv and having minimal source of entertainment. -_______-
Not having normal holidays. Sibeh tulan okay.
Knowing its going to end in two weeks.
Things I love about college life
The peace and quietness in the mornings.
The after morning showers sensation.
Deciding what to wear.
Being on time.
Napping in between classes. Oh, the bliss of it.
Knowing that someone is counting on me.
Getting a drift of my lessons.
Watermelon slices for only 50cents.
Being able to crash other course’s lecture in the event of oversleeping.
Having friends I can depend on.
Discovering new abilities and that I actually am quite capable in certain aspects.
The supercool soon-to-come 24hours computer centre !!!
Fridays and coming home.
Not having to wonder what/where to eat on Friday evenings.
Random outings.
Days with no BM/English classes.
Bumping into friends. And the random things we do.
The PR students final project. Once they had a multicultural exhibition - Faces Of Malaysia which I really really liked. And recently there was Trashion or something which was held to increase awareness about the amount of rubbish that is covering the world. Surreal in a way you would never imagine.
Visits to Room 410.
Knowing its going to end in two weeks. I am in need of a change of environment, just for a week or two please :D
I've once again changed templates. I got bored of the last one a lil bit too fast although I really did like the flip flops :)
And so, the cupcakes are back. If you were a reader from aeons ago, you would remember my first first first template. The one with a cupcake quite similar to this one execpt that one has a black swirly background and this is plain pink.
Pink isn't exactly my colour as I'm more to the reddish, yellowish kinda person but the cupcake is just so so hard to resist. Pink will just have to do.
And so, it's been a whole month since I've stepped into eighteenhood. Until this moment, dare I say, it’s been fun; considering the privileges that came along with the big one eight. I’ve been enjoying it, making my way into 18sx movies without a glitch , getting a RED bank card of my own and such. But until recently, I hadn’t realize that there was a trade off, that I might not get away with what mindlessly innocent excuses or fit into places where I’d been comfortable.
And you would agree with me that we learn and experience new things everyday, no? Ah well, today I found out my blood type! Yes yes.. in addition to not knowing what my chinese name means, unable to use a chopstick and differentiate one dialect from another and sit in a massage chair without revealing my jakuness, I also dont know my blood type. But I finally know it! Because Chris and I were suppose to meet up and study for next week’s tests but he wanted to head over to college hall for the blood donation event going on, I jumped at the chance. I’ve always always wanted to give away my blood for a good cause. But my fear for doctors and needles are too….overpowering.
The thought of it just paralyzes me fear. Having a chopstick thick needle sticking down my arm I mean, not the blood part.
And so, I’ve always come up with a string of reasons not to donate. Not that it wasn’t true, because I was underage and I was outside the healthy weight range, until recently that is. Failing driving more than once has sent me into the deepest ends of depression has ever seen. And thus, my appetite has been massively growing. That’s why I hate it so much when I get depressed over a matter and tend to be unaware of how much I eat.
Eh, wait. I'm sidetracking again.
The entire process from filling in forms asking funny, nitty gritty questions on my health history to moment of walking out the hall a certified donor took nearly two hours. I amazingly managed to extend the whole process with my super abilities of noobness, don't ask :)
After the paperwork was done and dealed with, we had to wait to have our blood type identified by having our finger pricked. That was no ant bite okay Chris, you big bluffer. And and…there was some complications going on when identifying my blood type and pea brain Botak behind me had to wonder aloud if I was an alien. Eh can don’t say thing like a moment like this ah. I almost believed in it okay. Anyhow, matters got resolved after several more tests. Chris’s an O-type and I’m an AB. So contrast lah the both of us, I can receive blood from all blood types while he can donate to all blood types but only receive from the same blood type.
After having our blood pressure and collecting the ‘goodie bag’ containing test tube, sticky labels, a brilliant red booklet where each time I donate it'll be recorded in it, evil needle and the blood bag of course, we were strapped to the chair by the arm.
I asked nearly everyone I knew in that hall if it was gonna hurt, and I could swear they secretly ganged up to come up with the common idea that it wouldn’t hurt a slightest bit. I believe people way too easily. Because it DID hurt, very painful pulak tu.
The process of having the needle shoved into the right vein is NOT a quick and painless. Particularly when there’s a problem detecting a vein and the nurse starts telling you that nothing is wrong and that you’re a special case. -___-
It reminded me of the moment’s time I had to extract bermany-many tooth for braces. Dad always always accompanied without fail despite me clawing him while the dentist does her thing, yanking out my tooth. I was so nervous and kept bugging Chris with what if questions. What if I pengsan halfway through donating? What if my blood stop flowing halfway? What if my blood got rejected? What if the nurse poked some artery instead of the supposed vein? What if the hall caught fire and I can’t run because of the stupid needle strapping me down to the chair? What if I took much longer time, would you leave? It could have happen right?
When I'm, nervous, I blab. Sorry :S
For the few subsequent minutes that seemed like hours, after the study mate had his fill of laughing his head out on me, the 350ml bag filled up with red liquid and the needle was removed. I could literally hear angels singing. Gawd.
I walked out dengan bangganya, a certified donor. HAHAHA. Saw that a not people. I can be an air head because I just can :D
Then after, I wasn't faint or dizzy, or passing out. Instead, I has this warm fuzzy feeling inside as the nurse packaged my blood up and bandaged my arm. Donating blood was the best feeling in the world, as I knew it would go to someone who really needed it.
Did you know, one pint of blood, which is what I donated, has the potential to save up to three people's lives, and most blood drives are for local people in need. With some something like that as an incentive, why not give?
Signing Off, A Half Coward but Proud Blood Donor. P/s: I am still awaiting the day you and I give away our organs best friend ;)
After two immensely short weeks of holiday, I'm going back to the jungley lands of Stapak
T-O-D-A-Y.
Aih.
I feel like I'm torn apart into three different directions.
Lessons doesn't look too inviting right now, almost intimidating and I'll miss the comforts of home berbanyak-banyak and don't wanaa part with my recently accustomed to homely bed. Many have said I rant too much without noticing, ah ye ke? :S Fine la, I'm control-ING sikit the quota okaay.
I miss the uneconomical moments Sha and I would text despite the fact that we stay in the SAME block with four floors difference just to ask if I need a teman for lunch at the hostel canteen or whether can she have her Mortim Knockdown back after spotting a cockroach...
But it definitely doesn't beat the moments Tall Sister and I share. For instance, right now, she's feeding me chocolate cake while I patter away at the keyboard. When I'm back at Stapak, who's gonna delete the overflowing amount of spam mail for me now?! :S I almost forgive her for growing so tall and lanky.
And to the handful of friends I managed to squeeze in time to meet up with, you made my sem break, an awesome one. Thank you. I'll eloborate more on this later due to the lack of time and inspiration. Heh.
Sue me for having a love-hate relationship with Stapak will ya?
Oh yes, I'll be book bingeing on books this holiday. Call me a boring bookworm if you want, but reading paperback novels at TARC is nearly impossible. And so, I've stocked up on books from friends and the college library. I try not to buy books because I believe that it's such a stupid thing to do when I can borrow all the books I want for FREE. I am a stingy twart, i KNOW.
So people, do you have a book you think I'll enjoy? Imma fiction person by the way ;)
I've just read Love Walked In by Marisa De Los Santos, and am now hitting on the stack of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight/New Moon/Eclipse/Breaking Dawn series Tall Sister has nicely borrowed for me after much pleading and silent threats. Teehee.
Please allow me to introduce to you the most fun blog game of all time: Fancy Pants Adventure World 2. Bear in mind, it's ridiculously entertaining yet obsessive. The fancy pants dude can summersault, how ubber cool is that? :D Enjoy!
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.
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! =)
Yesterday, by a twist of fate, I literally bumped into Emiraldi.
Yeah, A Malay.
Dumbfounded? So was I.
All I could say was ‘what are you doing here’. Rude, I know.
Me: Eh OMB! Amin!
Amin: Ehh.. Szetoo!
Me: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
Amin: On the way to sports complex. You?
Me: No, what are you doing HERE?
Amin: Hah. Studying la.
Me: You’re studying here? But…why?
Amin: Ala. You racist is it?
I'm hardly racist laa. Two months of NS has made me what I am today. Ngah.
It’s amazing. Really. I respect you la Amin. For me, as a Chinese who has an inability of conversing in my mother tongue is facing difficulty conversing and communicating. And to imagine, he’s been here, and surviving, for the past month. Waaaah.
And so, we met up for the dinner, the poor fellow got no teman makan.
In his text, it said: ‘8pm, the halal canteen’. I must be breathing in blur gas the past three weeks or walking around wearing sunshades because I had no idea a halal canteen existed! Blur indeed.
One of the few things that fell out of his mouth was his dislike for the A Level kids. Too studious for his liking, apparently. Hahahahaha! Where got people rather eat alone than listen to people go on and on about unfinished tutorial homework? Sigh. You should take a leaf out of their books, Em.
In the duration of just one dinner session with Amin, the number of ‘sweat’ moments he left me speechless is…..
Aaah, the joy of having a Subang friend for company is indescribable :) At least, he catches my jokes. And we share the similar opinion on numerous matters. Hah!
On a random note, I’d like to know who from Cyprus reads my blog. I’m super duper fascinated to know. Amazed in fact. Can Cyprusians even understand English?
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