Bored to tears so I changed to white on a whim.
So bright and cheery no?
*grins
Let's see how long this one will last.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Maidens and Monsters
Very the long never the write the England oredi.
Suddenly feel the England very the fun!
Swirling, swoosh!
Flying thoughts, waving faintly back.
Swing and twirl, dropping
slow onto The feet.
Ah Words, glorious words.
Crisp morning, the smell of books!
Transport me to faraway lands of magic.
Of maidens and monsters, dwarfs and donkeys.
Eh wait. That's a horse.
Suddenly feel the England very the fun!
Swirling, swoosh!
Flying thoughts, waving faintly back.
Swing and twirl, dropping
slow onto The feet.
Ah Words, glorious words.
Crisp morning, the smell of books!
Transport me to faraway lands of magic.
Of maidens and monsters, dwarfs and donkeys.
Eh wait. That's a horse.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Somwhere over the rainbow
Somewhere along the line I forgot that the only thing that matters really, is that I've done all I could and did my best.
Somewhere along the way, I forget that I'm human like everyone else-that I err; that I'm not perfect.
I forgot that it's perfectly okay to be imperfect.
Somewhere along the road I forgot that to be a friend, I have to be a friend-and that nothing beats a cup of good tea (or several for that matter).
Somewhere whilst chasing the rainbow that seems lethally breathtaking,
I forgot to smell the roses by the side of the road and soak in everything; its bittersweet smell, its thorns, its beauty.
And somewhere along now, I remembered.
Somewhere along the way, I forget that I'm human like everyone else-that I err; that I'm not perfect.
I forgot that it's perfectly okay to be imperfect.
Somewhere along the road I forgot that to be a friend, I have to be a friend-and that nothing beats a cup of good tea (or several for that matter).
Somewhere whilst chasing the rainbow that seems lethally breathtaking,
I forgot to smell the roses by the side of the road and soak in everything; its bittersweet smell, its thorns, its beauty.
And somewhere along now, I remembered.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Faces
I think it's hilarious that people can see my face and assume that I'm stressed.
Especially when I'm not, at that moment.
I know stress, and I try to avoid it;
But it's difficult when you have it spelled out to you so often.
If I'm stressed and I want you to know about it, I would tell you.
If not, I'm perfectly fine, no worries.
Especially when I'm not, at that moment.
I know stress, and I try to avoid it;
But it's difficult when you have it spelled out to you so often.
If I'm stressed and I want you to know about it, I would tell you.
If not, I'm perfectly fine, no worries.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
The mileage has gone over the roof
PMS- ing like giler. But the timing's off what.
Why the tears won't stop flowing then?
Like so crazy one..Beh tahan.
I think it's the cleansing, servicing time.
But enough already!
Cis.
Why the tears won't stop flowing then?
Like so crazy one..Beh tahan.
I think it's the cleansing, servicing time.
But enough already!
Cis.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
I need some endorphins
I'm never one to wear my heart on me sleeves, me think.
Suck it in, why bother others with some burden of yours that will not aid in any way in what they coping with right now? For all you know, they might be barely surviving themselves.
So I just suck it in and cope, using all the mechanisms available.
Sleep,
relax,
a walk,
inspiration.
It's not working that well anymore.
I'm thinking that I should change my ways.
It's been a pretty rough few weeks; so caught up in so many emotions - sometimes finding it hard to find back the happy-go-lucky, devil-may-care me.
So much so that I feel that I've inadvertently pushed those closest to me away.
I wonder is it because I'm bottling everything up?
Would it be better to just spill whatever I'm feeling at that precise moment?
Anger, to react in anger,
Sadness, to show that emotion in all its glory.
But that's rarely me.
Good thing or a bad thing? I know shit.
....
Sadness.
That's where we diverge.
Different thoughts, expectations.
To go through each minute of the day with the thought of that hour plus moment in the not-to-distant;
A light that somehow help me find a way to survive suckiness, unhappiness, stress.
With the thought of that moment.
That closeness.
But when the time comes, just so much sadness.
To have it dissipate into nothingness.
It just breaks my heart to pieces.
Suck it in, why bother others with some burden of yours that will not aid in any way in what they coping with right now? For all you know, they might be barely surviving themselves.
So I just suck it in and cope, using all the mechanisms available.
Sleep,
relax,
a walk,
inspiration.
It's not working that well anymore.
I'm thinking that I should change my ways.
It's been a pretty rough few weeks; so caught up in so many emotions - sometimes finding it hard to find back the happy-go-lucky, devil-may-care me.
So much so that I feel that I've inadvertently pushed those closest to me away.
I wonder is it because I'm bottling everything up?
Would it be better to just spill whatever I'm feeling at that precise moment?
Anger, to react in anger,
Sadness, to show that emotion in all its glory.
But that's rarely me.
Good thing or a bad thing? I know shit.
....
Sadness.
That's where we diverge.
Different thoughts, expectations.
To go through each minute of the day with the thought of that hour plus moment in the not-to-distant;
A light that somehow help me find a way to survive suckiness, unhappiness, stress.
With the thought of that moment.
That closeness.
But when the time comes, just so much sadness.
To have it dissipate into nothingness.
It just breaks my heart to pieces.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
2:25 a.m
What a week, what a week.
Please give me strength.
And serenity
to accept the things I cannot change.
And the courage to change the things I can.
It's Friday.
Thank GOD.
What a week. *shakes head*
*Deep breath
Please give me strength.
And serenity
to accept the things I cannot change.
And the courage to change the things I can.
It's Friday.
Thank GOD.
What a week. *shakes head*
*Deep breath
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Oh wow.
Blardy hell.
This has got to be the most stress-inducing semester ever.
Oh.my.god.
Never have I felt this helpless with the workload. It's so bad that the crazy notion entered my head, no matter how hard I try to push it way;
I felt shortchanged.
Felt like I always have to work doubly hard compared to everyone else in everything.
Which is nonsense really, because who am I do compare?
Who's to say whose burden is heavier than another?
Believe me, I can write a whole long list of discontentment if I'd want to but I know that wallowing in self pity is not the way to go.
As much as I want to believe that everything happens for a reason, sometimes I just want to curl up and go to sleep.
And forget about everything.
But I can't. And I know that I won't because I'm stronger than that.
The nonsensical part is that I know it, but I just don't feel it.
Which sucks a lot.
Tired.
I'm just very tired.
This has got to be the most stress-inducing semester ever.
Oh.my.god.
Never have I felt this helpless with the workload. It's so bad that the crazy notion entered my head, no matter how hard I try to push it way;
I felt shortchanged.
Felt like I always have to work doubly hard compared to everyone else in everything.
Which is nonsense really, because who am I do compare?
Who's to say whose burden is heavier than another?
Believe me, I can write a whole long list of discontentment if I'd want to but I know that wallowing in self pity is not the way to go.
As much as I want to believe that everything happens for a reason, sometimes I just want to curl up and go to sleep.
And forget about everything.
But I can't. And I know that I won't because I'm stronger than that.
The nonsensical part is that I know it, but I just don't feel it.
Which sucks a lot.
Tired.
I'm just very tired.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Specks of peace, smattering of love
Adoi...
So much to do. tsk tsk.
Oh well.
I really needed this past week.
Was feeling like I was losing bits of myself prior to this; to what, I have no idea.
Probably to the idea of perfection.
To the extend of sacrificing self to obtain that? I don't think I want that anymore.
I think I'll just stick to the imperfect little me.
It's been a good week. Loads of stuff to do and I probably haven't finished half of what I set out to do, but it's still good. =)
Nothing beats home to rejuvenate the self. And a special someone as well, no doubt.
Let's see...
G-Force on Friday, got eaten alive by mosquitoes on Saturday-of which I had 200 earfuls from my parents about- and bawling my eyes out for Benjamin Button.
Yes. I finally watched that after god-knows-how-long.
Was crying so hard I woke him up. lol.
Being hugged so tight hasn't felt this good.
Basically slept away Sunday, shut meself up on Monday to do my proposal and Tuesday.
Oh Tuesday was fun-visiting an old friend of his family's.
Goes to prove that friendship transcends race and religion.
Weds was proposal Part II and Korean with the gang. Looking at the young couple who joined us that evening just made us think how far ahead we've gone in this thing called life. Makes one feel a whole lot older, really.
It's been 5 freakin years since Lower 6!
Wow.
In the words of Pau's, in another 5 years -we'd all be settling down with children, probably.
Hard to believe for some perhaps, but I do hope so. =)
And today. Assignments galore, and assignments to go. But here I am, reflecting upon a week that seemed trivial at first but turned out to be just what I needed.
Nothing much really, just my bed, my smelly pillow and a cup of hot milo in the mornings with the newspaper; crisp morning wind blowing through the stained door.
That's.all.I.need.
And tomorrow, oh tomorrow,
what with the oldest friend on the block, it'll be awesomeness!
May your days be sprinkled with specks of peace and a smattering of love.
For what's the world without love?
So much to do. tsk tsk.
Oh well.
I really needed this past week.
Was feeling like I was losing bits of myself prior to this; to what, I have no idea.
Probably to the idea of perfection.
To the extend of sacrificing self to obtain that? I don't think I want that anymore.
I think I'll just stick to the imperfect little me.
It's been a good week. Loads of stuff to do and I probably haven't finished half of what I set out to do, but it's still good. =)
Nothing beats home to rejuvenate the self. And a special someone as well, no doubt.
Let's see...
G-Force on Friday, got eaten alive by mosquitoes on Saturday-of which I had 200 earfuls from my parents about- and bawling my eyes out for Benjamin Button.
Yes. I finally watched that after god-knows-how-long.
Was crying so hard I woke him up. lol.
Being hugged so tight hasn't felt this good.
Basically slept away Sunday, shut meself up on Monday to do my proposal and Tuesday.
Oh Tuesday was fun-visiting an old friend of his family's.
Goes to prove that friendship transcends race and religion.
Weds was proposal Part II and Korean with the gang. Looking at the young couple who joined us that evening just made us think how far ahead we've gone in this thing called life. Makes one feel a whole lot older, really.
It's been 5 freakin years since Lower 6!
Wow.
In the words of Pau's, in another 5 years -we'd all be settling down with children, probably.
Hard to believe for some perhaps, but I do hope so. =)
And today. Assignments galore, and assignments to go. But here I am, reflecting upon a week that seemed trivial at first but turned out to be just what I needed.
Nothing much really, just my bed, my smelly pillow and a cup of hot milo in the mornings with the newspaper; crisp morning wind blowing through the stained door.
That's.all.I.need.
And tomorrow, oh tomorrow,
what with the oldest friend on the block, it'll be awesomeness!
May your days be sprinkled with specks of peace and a smattering of love.
For what's the world without love?
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sundays
One day at a time - that's how I'm feeling at this point of my life.
I seem to have some fleeting glimpse of the future; my goals but they're fragmented and irregular. I wonder why, is it disillusionment? Or practicality seeping in, replacing all that is idealistic?
Is it part of growing up? Is the inner child dissipating? Oh no. Oh crap. Oh Shit.
Haih. Dra to the ma.
I want to be carefree, I want live.
Maybe I should work on being it rather than wanting it eh?
But I'm feeling the responsibilities on my back. Classic case of I can run but I cannot hide. They are there. In blocks, sitting quietly but looming at the corner, you KNOW they're there.
How to run ? Correct anot?
Correct Correct Correct.
I'm feeling many lessons being thrown my way. I'm learning to accept, to compromise, to think.
And I realized that my fuse is actually quite short, to my huge surprise.
I thought I've always prided myself as being patient.
Patient to some extent I guess.
And friendships? They are blardy important.
I tend to forget that sometimes,
I shouldn't and I won't.
Relationships. Beautiful stuff indeed.
Don't forget, dear self. That you're still here.
So live, already.
Correct?
I seem to have some fleeting glimpse of the future; my goals but they're fragmented and irregular. I wonder why, is it disillusionment? Or practicality seeping in, replacing all that is idealistic?
Is it part of growing up? Is the inner child dissipating? Oh no. Oh crap. Oh Shit.
Haih. Dra to the ma.
I want to be carefree, I want live.
Maybe I should work on being it rather than wanting it eh?
But I'm feeling the responsibilities on my back. Classic case of I can run but I cannot hide. They are there. In blocks, sitting quietly but looming at the corner, you KNOW they're there.
How to run ? Correct anot?
Correct Correct Correct.
I'm feeling many lessons being thrown my way. I'm learning to accept, to compromise, to think.
And I realized that my fuse is actually quite short, to my huge surprise.
I thought I've always prided myself as being patient.
Patient to some extent I guess.
And friendships? They are blardy important.
I tend to forget that sometimes,
I shouldn't and I won't.
Relationships. Beautiful stuff indeed.
Don't forget, dear self. That you're still here.
So live, already.
Correct?
Monday, July 27, 2009
Dazed
Spinning heads;
Uncertainties,
Irritability.
When will my old self return?
..............
Sometimes I just want to lie down and cry.
But I can't.
So I end up wandering and wondering, and so very-dazed.
What's the lesson in this?
What?
Uncertainties,
Irritability.
When will my old self return?
..............
Sometimes I just want to lie down and cry.
But I can't.
So I end up wandering and wondering, and so very-dazed.
What's the lesson in this?
What?
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Exhale.
It was so difficult maintaining my composure in class.
I didn't want to appear shaken, I wanted to be the rock.
The optimistic.
I so badly wanted to look at the bright side of things but I just wanted to be alone in my room.
Alone with my thoughts, the sadness just poured out in bucketloads.
It stopped at intervals, at times when my head took over the reins - filling itself with inspirational sayings, beliefs, thought processes.
And yet when the heart wants to nudge the head over, it could with little resistance.
And the bucketloads start again.
It's hard not to be affected by this. I so badly wanted to do something that would be beneficial, something that I know I can do with my capabilities; something for the betterment of health and science.
Something that I can work on without any purpose other than for the quality and the potential of it.
I wasn't afraid of work. I wasn't looking for the easy one. I wasn't looking for a score-able topic.I just wanted knowledge and the chance to work on something that would utilize ME the most.
But it all boiled down to shitty luck.
The last I checked, I was wearing red underwear.
It freaking didn't work.
I cannot lie, it hurts. It hurts so blardy bad it's hard to remain the sunny me.
I know I can get through this, deep down inside I know that. The sun will rise again, the birds still chirp and everything still runs.
I know that life is what we make of it, and that I will make the most of the situation.
But at this blardy moment. It.hurts.
I didn't want to appear shaken, I wanted to be the rock.
The optimistic.
I so badly wanted to look at the bright side of things but I just wanted to be alone in my room.
Alone with my thoughts, the sadness just poured out in bucketloads.
It stopped at intervals, at times when my head took over the reins - filling itself with inspirational sayings, beliefs, thought processes.
And yet when the heart wants to nudge the head over, it could with little resistance.
And the bucketloads start again.
It's hard not to be affected by this. I so badly wanted to do something that would be beneficial, something that I know I can do with my capabilities; something for the betterment of health and science.
Something that I can work on without any purpose other than for the quality and the potential of it.
I wasn't afraid of work. I wasn't looking for the easy one. I wasn't looking for a score-able topic.I just wanted knowledge and the chance to work on something that would utilize ME the most.
But it all boiled down to shitty luck.
The last I checked, I was wearing red underwear.
It freaking didn't work.
I cannot lie, it hurts. It hurts so blardy bad it's hard to remain the sunny me.
I know I can get through this, deep down inside I know that. The sun will rise again, the birds still chirp and everything still runs.
I know that life is what we make of it, and that I will make the most of the situation.
But at this blardy moment. It.hurts.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
And then it was Fourth
And so I'm back in University of Malaya.
So nice of the college admin; they gave me me old room back! Awesomeness.
And so classes will start tomorrow and along with it, endless assignments, discussions and fried brain cells.
Lack of sleep will soon follow and breathing becomes something to be reminded about.
This time it's different though. This time I'm a final year student. Old as old can be. In a year's time, I'll be embarking on a new phase of life, a new chapter, a new everything.
So here's to an amazing Final Year; memories, lessons and laughs.
So nice of the college admin; they gave me me old room back! Awesomeness.
And so classes will start tomorrow and along with it, endless assignments, discussions and fried brain cells.
Lack of sleep will soon follow and breathing becomes something to be reminded about.
This time it's different though. This time I'm a final year student. Old as old can be. In a year's time, I'll be embarking on a new phase of life, a new chapter, a new everything.
So here's to an amazing Final Year; memories, lessons and laughs.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Ahhh...Chooo. Excuse-moi
Donkey betul..
Thought can enjoy to the maximum the last few days of holidays but kena quarantined pulak.
It's a choice I made; social responsibility man! lol.
I even stayed home two nights in a row while parents went out.
But should be okay I guess. I am monitoring my temperature religiously and so far no fever nor any symptoms of flu.
Out of social obligation, went to report myself to the hospital today but they will only test those with symptoms.
The person in charge said I don't even have to self-quarantine. -____- Adipavi!
Wanted to check into my hostel since I was already in KL but they will only check in medical students from Klang.
wahlao.
I'm also from Klang wat.
Oh well, at least I could bring mom to breakfast and spend some quality time.
Latent period of H1N1 is about 4 days which makes today the 4th day since my last contact with a patient.
So far feeling fine.
So yes, I will want to meet people tomorrow. Contact-Deprived!
"Nah. Drink this, the chinese medical hall fella say this herb is good for H1N1 one"
Wah. Got such thing one ar. Trust the sinseh for a cure for anything!
Sigh. Also have to drink la.
No worries, peeps!=) I'll just use the extra holidays to laze some more. lol.
Cheerios!
Thought can enjoy to the maximum the last few days of holidays but kena quarantined pulak.
It's a choice I made; social responsibility man! lol.
I even stayed home two nights in a row while parents went out.
But should be okay I guess. I am monitoring my temperature religiously and so far no fever nor any symptoms of flu.
Out of social obligation, went to report myself to the hospital today but they will only test those with symptoms.
The person in charge said I don't even have to self-quarantine. -____- Adipavi!
Wanted to check into my hostel since I was already in KL but they will only check in medical students from Klang.
wahlao.
I'm also from Klang wat.
Oh well, at least I could bring mom to breakfast and spend some quality time.
Latent period of H1N1 is about 4 days which makes today the 4th day since my last contact with a patient.
So far feeling fine.
So yes, I will want to meet people tomorrow. Contact-Deprived!
"Nah. Drink this, the chinese medical hall fella say this herb is good for H1N1 one"
Wah. Got such thing one ar. Trust the sinseh for a cure for anything!
Sigh. Also have to drink la.
No worries, peeps!=) I'll just use the extra holidays to laze some more. lol.
Cheerios!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Mari adik mari abang!
Stumbled upon this when I was rummaging through the net looking for a Malaysian song.
lol.
Makes you think of the good old days eh?
And its the karaoke version to boot!
Feel free to sing your hearts out everybody. Don't shy shy. Haha.
lol.
Makes you think of the good old days eh?
And its the karaoke version to boot!
Feel free to sing your hearts out everybody. Don't shy shy. Haha.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Moi? Fashionista? oOoo Merci!
With this much time on my hands, it figures that I would start surfing aimlessly on the internet; and looking up sites that I wouldn't normally do.
Like this one :
Back in ye ol' days, I sometimes do lament the lack of branded or cool clothes; but I'm pretty glad that I'm past that stage (that's what I tell myself) and that I had that adolescent experience in the early millenium rather than now.
Looking at kids these days, they do grow up way faster than our generation: the 80s' babies.
When I was their age, I used to dress in my brother's oversized t-shirts. And the amazing part was that I thought I looked damn cool. Seriously. Together with that centre-parted short hair.
Can't imagine living through that again in this PSP, Nokia and Sony world. Boy am I glad that that phase is over..
Oh wait. I still have his old shirts in my cupboard but that's different....
I admittedly, am never informed about fashion, the trends and the like; influenced mainly by the lack of funds to splurge on 'Style Essential Buys' and 'Top 10 Things To Own in Your Wardrobe'.
If I have 20 bucks in my pocket, chances are I would buy another book with it. Obviously something I cannot wear.
I'm still a girl though, and I do enjoy fashion; shows that is. It's fun to see other people having makeovers and beautiful clothes. My closet favourite is still 'America's Next Top Model'.
Hard to guess eh?
Having browsed through several fashion pages, I do feel like a semi-pro.
Now all I need is the cash.
Darn.
Like this one :
Back in ye ol' days, I sometimes do lament the lack of branded or cool clothes; but I'm pretty glad that I'm past that stage (that's what I tell myself) and that I had that adolescent experience in the early millenium rather than now.
Looking at kids these days, they do grow up way faster than our generation: the 80s' babies.
When I was their age, I used to dress in my brother's oversized t-shirts. And the amazing part was that I thought I looked damn cool. Seriously. Together with that centre-parted short hair.
Can't imagine living through that again in this PSP, Nokia and Sony world. Boy am I glad that that phase is over..
Oh wait. I still have his old shirts in my cupboard but that's different....
I admittedly, am never informed about fashion, the trends and the like; influenced mainly by the lack of funds to splurge on 'Style Essential Buys' and 'Top 10 Things To Own in Your Wardrobe'.
If I have 20 bucks in my pocket, chances are I would buy another book with it. Obviously something I cannot wear.
I'm still a girl though, and I do enjoy fashion; shows that is. It's fun to see other people having makeovers and beautiful clothes. My closet favourite is still 'America's Next Top Model'.
Hard to guess eh?
Having browsed through several fashion pages, I do feel like a semi-pro.
Now all I need is the cash.
Darn.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Orbs
OMG.
My parents are on this diet of Hokkien shows that I get inadvertently pulled into their world.
The world of *lim peh's' , am kor's and ah bu's ; of family turbulence and moral values.
Wahlau eh.
Siao liao.
See!?
And no. My Hokkien hasn't improved from all that, thankyouverymuch.
I know la. My grasp of the language sucks, but I really do regret not practicing it when I was younger. I can't remember when I started not speaking Hokkien that much, it just slips away. My household is about 95% English now.
Sigh.
I do wish I'm more fluent in my mother tongue. Half mother tongue at least.
* (in order) your father, but and mother
Oh great orb; whence will my mom's car get fixed?
...
My parents are on this diet of Hokkien shows that I get inadvertently pulled into their world.
The world of *lim peh's' , am kor's and ah bu's ; of family turbulence and moral values.
Wahlau eh.
Siao liao.
See!?
And no. My Hokkien hasn't improved from all that, thankyouverymuch.
I know la. My grasp of the language sucks, but I really do regret not practicing it when I was younger. I can't remember when I started not speaking Hokkien that much, it just slips away. My household is about 95% English now.
Sigh.
I do wish I'm more fluent in my mother tongue. Half mother tongue at least.
* (in order) your father, but and mother
Oh great orb; whence will my mom's car get fixed?
...
Written words
Mom : "Can start a warehouse sale lo"
-_-'"...
Am in the middle of Eckhart Tolle's The Power of Now. It's so true to me that I'm taking blardy long to finish it; just so I can swallow each word, digest and let it come out the other end.
And then do it all over again.
It's using up so many brain cells then I often end up lethargic and sleepy soon afters, before the clock strikes 12 even.
Perfect remedy for a good night's sleep.
Monday, June 08, 2009
Go Lakers Go Lakers Go!
Kena tembak kau kau for not updating. lol.
Oh well!
It's always best to give everything you're doing, your all.
For example, if you're playing basketball, you should give it your 100%; faster, harder, stronger.
If you're working on a project, you should give it your utmost commitment.
So if you're on a holiday like yours truly, it's really quite obvious that you should do nothing but bummed your bum bum away.
Shake your bon bon, shake your bon bon!
Yeap. That's basically what I've been doing these few weeks. Waking up relatively early, have some breakfast, read the papers front to back, watch some tv and pack my stuff.
For some reason, my family seems to be content in shifting our stuff from home one box per day. A perfect illustration of 'Sedikit-sedikit lama-lama jadi bukit.' I'm in the process of transporting me books. Bucketloads.
To the uninitiated, I am, proudly a collector of books and a groupie of warehouse sales.
The first time I set sights on a 2nd hand bookstore, I thought I was dreaming.
When I stepped into my first Pay-Less Warehouse Sales, I thought I've gone to heaven.
As the smelly aroma of dusky old books fill the room and I gently wipe away the thick dust that covers the yellow pages, shaking off tiny specks into the atmosphere; memories of heroines, the unknowns and pipe-smoking detectives come flooding back.
In bits and minced pieces of course.
And that's minus all my notes and old school books and stuff. Sigh, why did I keep em in the first place? Lesson to self : Keeping just in case, is absolutely no good for a clutter-free home.
As for all the children's books, I probably would donate them to an orphanage or kids of friends of mom.
...
Its times like this that I wish I have a car, a car to zoom away to far away distances of food and good company. I would show up at friends' place beeping and we'd rush off to savour exotic dishes and laugh our asses off.
And when 5 pm comes, I would gallop on this imaginary horse straight to Subang. Haha.
But that horse ain't appearing just yet. Darn.
...
And yeap, introduced Adam to almost everyone in the gang yesterday at 'Siva's' Housewarming. It's an 'all-at-once-want-to-bully-now's-the-only-chance' thingy.
It was fun seeing them all after sooo long.
Didn't scare him, so thats good.
I KNOW you guys talked about us once we've left. lol.
Don't bluff.
So, Uni friends done, Form 5 friends done. Which leaves us with Primary School Friends, Pre-Form 4 Friends, Form 6 Friends and Non-schoolmates. And Miscellaneaous. Hah.
And of course, that small, teeny bit matter of my family. *Ahem.
...
In case you're wondering why I'm so free, I'm waiting for the new semester's Registration to be open.
Supposed to open at 9 a.m.; it's now 9.55 a.m.
Wow. Way to go UM, man.
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Okaythatsit.
Want to go watch Lakers beat Orlando Magic's buttocks.
Oh well!
It's always best to give everything you're doing, your all.
For example, if you're playing basketball, you should give it your 100%; faster, harder, stronger.
If you're working on a project, you should give it your utmost commitment.
So if you're on a holiday like yours truly, it's really quite obvious that you should do nothing but bummed your bum bum away.
Shake your bon bon, shake your bon bon!
Yeap. That's basically what I've been doing these few weeks. Waking up relatively early, have some breakfast, read the papers front to back, watch some tv and pack my stuff.
For some reason, my family seems to be content in shifting our stuff from home one box per day. A perfect illustration of 'Sedikit-sedikit lama-lama jadi bukit.' I'm in the process of transporting me books. Bucketloads.
To the uninitiated, I am, proudly a collector of books and a groupie of warehouse sales.
The first time I set sights on a 2nd hand bookstore, I thought I was dreaming.
When I stepped into my first Pay-Less Warehouse Sales, I thought I've gone to heaven.
As the smelly aroma of dusky old books fill the room and I gently wipe away the thick dust that covers the yellow pages, shaking off tiny specks into the atmosphere; memories of heroines, the unknowns and pipe-smoking detectives come flooding back.
In bits and minced pieces of course.
And that's minus all my notes and old school books and stuff. Sigh, why did I keep em in the first place? Lesson to self : Keeping just in case, is absolutely no good for a clutter-free home.
As for all the children's books, I probably would donate them to an orphanage or kids of friends of mom.
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Its times like this that I wish I have a car, a car to zoom away to far away distances of food and good company. I would show up at friends' place beeping and we'd rush off to savour exotic dishes and laugh our asses off.
And when 5 pm comes, I would gallop on this imaginary horse straight to Subang. Haha.
But that horse ain't appearing just yet. Darn.
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And yeap, introduced Adam to almost everyone in the gang yesterday at 'Siva's' Housewarming. It's an 'all-at-once-want-to-bully-now's-the-only-chance' thingy.
It was fun seeing them all after sooo long.
Didn't scare him, so thats good.
I KNOW you guys talked about us once we've left. lol.
Don't bluff.
So, Uni friends done, Form 5 friends done. Which leaves us with Primary School Friends, Pre-Form 4 Friends, Form 6 Friends and Non-schoolmates. And Miscellaneaous. Hah.
And of course, that small, teeny bit matter of my family. *Ahem.
...
In case you're wondering why I'm so free, I'm waiting for the new semester's Registration to be open.
Supposed to open at 9 a.m.; it's now 9.55 a.m.
Wow. Way to go UM, man.
...
Okaythatsit.
Want to go watch Lakers beat Orlando Magic's buttocks.
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