Another year.

Dear 2009,

I am afraid that this will be the last time I'm posting anything about you. I have to welcome the Year of the Tiger you see, it seems impatient to pounce on everything. Can't let the tiger wait or I'll be the bait.

I learned and experienced alot from you. I definitely disagree with the feng shui books saying that you'll slow us down because the opposite happened. The tidal waves of assignments and books, coupled with other things... boy, that was a heck of a surf.

I'm split into two. A part of me doesn't want to let go, yet another's anxious to see the big 20 in my age status. Funny how the mind works.

Every year has its own specialties but I can say that you're better than 2008. So once again, thank you and sayonara.

Yours sincerely,
Mel

Three sentences.

The key to getting what you want now, oddly enough, is in letting go of certain expectations.

That's... odd but true. Maybe I just have to get rid of boundaries.

One more day.

After seven years as a Kepong girl, I'm finally ditching that status to become a Sg. Buloh inhabitant.

Seven years. A very long time and boy, it was one memorable stay. From the insecurities of a teenager right up to the first steps into tertiary education, this place had seen it all. Heck, I've shifted thrice around this area, all with their unique environments. The first house was a walk away from school. Famous for its Titanic winds (yes, it's that windy) and of course, termites. I remembered staring at a termite queen with mixed disgust and curiosity. When it rained, the halls were filled with these creeps, flying here and there. Some even had an untimely ending of being fried by the altar candlelights (I'm one of the culprits, teehee).

My second house was opposite a primary Chinese school. Jams, pollution, loads of gossiping aunties and mamak sessions tagged along altogether. That school had 5000 students there. So imagine all those cars parked and parents hanging around... in front of my house. Just step out of the house and VOILA, many pairs of eyes staring at you, finding for the slightest crack of an opening to come up a topic about.. well, you. Despite all the hassle, those times there were my best moments. Friends just keep waking me up from my sleep by calling my name LOUDLY behind my window. We travelled almost the whole "taman" doing nothing else but talking. Since my tuition was nearby, everyone inclusive of my tuition teacher walked over to pasar malam on Thursdays. Oh how I miss those days.

The third and final one was just near the forest reserve. It has the same windy atmosphere as the first one, yet it's the smallest of the three. That was the place when I first stepped into tertiary education. I feel kinda bad for my books since I don't clean up my place often and this place collects dust as if Santa's here to give presents, so they turned yellow and spotty. Some of them can even become antique collections already. Still, it does add a unique touch to them which makes me wanna read them again (even Enid Blyton's books, yes). This place has a friendly neighborhood dog called.. Doggy and two cats, one called Sayang and another called Manja. Doggy is friendly to the residents here except strangers and he's hopelessly adorable when he gives his puppy look with his golden eyes. As for Sayang, she's more manja than Manja, who is snobbish and antisocial. The last time I saw Sayang, she was heavily pregnant. I hope she's doing fine now.

My neighbors here are fantastic. They're friendly and nice, a rarity nowadays in this urban world. There's one lady who is so kind that she was willing to cook for not only me and my bro, but the whole family yesterday. My parents really felt indebted to her since they're too busy to handle our meals regularly. Then there's another who has a SUPERBLY ADORABLE granddaughter. My god, she's a doll with a chubby body, so pinchable. I have to take a picture of her tomorrow (if she doesn't cry when she sees me of course).

As I type this post on my bed, sometimes I look away from my laptop to stare at the bare walls that now surrounds me. This nostalgic feeling is.. unique, I can't really put this into words. Despite my persistent longing to watch Avatar and to touch my new desktop, I feel at ease to just lie down at my bed and hear the sounds of birds chirping, the passing traffic and the occasional horns. After all, this is my last day as a Kepong girl.


-mel-

The air of freedom...

... is filled with tiny specks of dust and microbial alien organisms that I refuse to think about their origins.

Life just likes throwing two unrelated things together at a single time e.g finals and shifting out. I was actually studying beside an increasing pile of boxes till the extent of having to shift my study corner to the living room. Then they planned to dismantle the fans and air cond ahead of schedule which leaves me without proper room air circulation until the 20th. At first, I was a lil' bit grumpy about it but then I found it authentic... It's fun grabbing a cushion from a sofa and sitting on it with the mobile fan blasting at my face and me, studying furiously for my upcoming papers.

Without the white noise from our ceiling fans, it's pretty easy to notice my surroundings, from the pitter patter of the rain to the sirens emanating from ambulances passing by. Even when I was in my room, trying to get some shut eye, I still can't help to blend into the environment. My dad even said that our current situation was so like his days in kampung.. all that's left is him wearing a singlet and sarong to complete the experience, that is.

Then here comes the packing. My sinuses suffered because of that, and it's just two hours of dumping stuff into boxes. For once, I find my books to be pretty worn, thanks to time and not cleaning and all. Heck, even my Harry Potter book looks like something from the ancient times. Still, despite their spotty appearances, they're really good books and I don't mind spending my time reading them during the holidays. As I dig and toil around the organized chaos, I encountered an apology letter meant for my ex, back in those puppy love days. When I read the content, I laughed my head off. How naive I was during those days.

Thankfully, I had arranged my storybooks neatly in one corner a few weeks back, so not much of a worry of forgetting something. However there are a few books I would like to give out, especially the Enid Blyton series. No matter how much of nostalgic value they hold, the reality is that they're taking up alot of space for new ones to come. As for my reference books.... abit harder. Most of them are stuck there growing fungus for many months. MOST of them anyway. The remaining few are underneath my dad's organized chaos in terms of uniforms.

I have loads more to pack sadly, which means more rashes for me. Well, I hope things can be settled soon enough eventhough it's just a tip of the iceberg.


-mel-

Disgust.

I am disgusted with some things in life. For instance, how blatantly some people can lie, thinking that we, the ones who hear the lies, won't suspect any hidden agenda or any tricks in your sleeve. Please treat us with respect and you will get what you rightfully deserve.

I'm still alive.

blek.

I somehow have this deja vu feeling that I have posted a "welcome back" post here. Oh well.

YES, I'm finally back into the blogging business! After months of hectic schedules, I can take a time off and slip in some wild party night/sleep/shopping fiesta/bookworm bonanza before the next 2012: exams. A no stranger to the art of creative writing, it may seem simple to scrape a B+ through pure opinionated writing. Alas, life isn't that easy, no?

To me, this semester was a bittersweet kind of thing. I learned a lot of stuff, both academically and emotionally. At least I'm desensitized to massive stress pressures, therefore making it easier for me to keep my cool. Research colloqium was the highlight of the semester and boy, it was semi-liberating after that was over.. before reports came into play of course. Yet, through thick and thin, I made it through in one piece. Go figure!

With exams looming dangerously, I best get prepared before the storm hits the shores. Need to juggle that with packing stuffs before the shift to Sg. Buloh. How fast time flies.... Anyhow, if my wishes do come true, I'm gonna get a spanking new PC soon. Hello, beaaaaooooouuutifuuulll graphics! Come to mama! :D

See? This is my proof that I'm still alive and running in this mad, mad world. :)

Smile.

credits to deviantArt

Sometimes, the little things that you do can make someone else smile the widest and laugh the loudest.

A smile can make a difference. =)

When changes are bad.

If there is one change that really has that much of potential to kill Life, it's climate change.

In high school Biology, the teachers told us that Life is a delicate thing. It's somewhat like a pampered princess because it needs the right temperature with the right materials and the right reaction for it to strive. Yet, if Life could speak, it will probably say that it couldn't help being so demanding because it is THAT delicate.

So imagine when the environment to support Life changes by a tiny fraction. For a while, it seems like a tiny sting for Life but Mother Nature can cure that sting. However, increase the change rate and prolong its impact. That's where you get a very very swollen mark that can breed dangerous bacteria which is very harmful to Life.

This is what is happening today.

Climate change is a silent killer. It kills the organisms from the bottom of the food chain and slowly affects those on top. From there, extinction of vital species disrupts Mother Nature's balancing act of supporting all walks of Life, causing more extinction. Coral reefs start to die, algae chokes the clear waters essential for marine life to strive, soils get poisoned and certain species start to grow in an exponential rate that the whole food chain is practically altered.

The effect is not felt biologically but also geographically. Our Earth has huge chunks of glaciers and icebergs and they're a beautiful sight. You don't see natural aqua-colored ice floating in your drinks unless you color it by yourself. Plus, that ice in your drink doesn't have millions of years of history compared to the almighty glaciers and yes, it also doesn't have that much of potential to flood many parts of the world. Climate change melts these natural frozen beauties into freshwater and not only you get more floods, the chances of freaky disasters increase as well. Think typhoons, but mega-sized.

So, what causes this climate change?

Well, our creations of course. I think the media has educated us enough about our environmental faults, yet not much awareness has been shown among us. Open burning is still an annual event here, no doubt. No matter how much we try to curb this, somehow somebody somewhere starts the whole thing again. The reason? It's a cheap way to clear the land for crops. So ironic isn't it?

Yet, all is not gloom without shine. Many companies are taking steps to decrease their carbon footprints, and so is shopping complexes. Plus, kudos to the activists for tirelessly promoting environmental awareness. Added with the power of the Internet, everyone can contribute something to make the whole world realize that it's time to stop the bad changes and turn it into good ones.

That is the power of the human spirit. When we are united, we can make a change. So start contributing your part for the environment, for Life is something we share intimately.


P.S: This is my first time participating in Blog Action Day, albeit a little late. For details, click here.

Provide.

You need shelter? Mind if I provide one?

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Took Jung's Typology Test for college homework and the results are.. freakishly accurate.

So much for Carl Jung and his mythological theories.

As an ESFJ (Extraverted Sensing Feeling Judgement), I'm:

• moderately expressed extravert
  
• slightly expressed sensing personality
  
• moderately expressed feeling personality
  
• moderately expressed judging personality

Why so many moderate one? Lol. Maybe because there are a few questions that I wish they have the middle option to choose from? Okay, so I went and clicked a few links and found out that ESFJs are nicknamed Guardians. That category itself is split into four more; namely Supervisors, Inspectors, Providers and Protectors. Based on my post title itself, you can pretty much guess what's mine.

What are Providers? Well, they..provide. Services in fact, mostly social welfare. Plus, they're teamplayers, dislike conflict and all. Pretty much happy people who don't mind planning for social events and stuff. Most sympathetic of all the Guardians but it's a double-edged sword. Because of their sensitivity towards other people's feelings, they are very self-conscious. Can be easily crushed by personal criticism, so they need to get ample appreciation for themselves personally and the services they give to others.

In terms of work, Providers interact with people and they're logistical, meaning, they like things to be at the right place at the right place in the right order. Sounds like being OCD-ish. However, when stress hits, most of them complain of being sick, sad, tired or worried. They're the first to get angry, sad then complain to anyone who lends them an ear. What make them tick are the lack of trust on them, rigidity of rules that they feel uncomfortable with and interpersonal conflict with boss/co-worker. They tend to transform into their emotionless, super logical side when faced with problems. So, to counter that, Providers need to cut back on their need for harmonious relationships, in other words, stop being such a "lalang".

As for Provider students, like all Guardians, they can be abit obsessed with order in their workplace. They need a corner/proper place, desk, chair and a computer/laptop. Even a misplaced paper will make them distracted. However, for Providers, they're the most tolerant lot and prefer study groups with work breakdowns and of course, self-declared breaks. The setback? They tend to get distracted while studying as they find the latest happenings more interesting.

Ahh, love. Providers are hopeless romantics. Suckers for roses, chocolates and gifts except for flaunted ones. They love to lavishly pamper their partners and for Providers, what else than wearing a favourite outfit of their partners and setting certain days as date days. Yet, they can be dissatisfied and simple reminders of their love from their partners will generally make them happy.

Practically hits every point of me. No wonder people always say psychologists are scary; they understand you better than you understand yourself. Added with the fact that I'm a Psych undergrad myself, no wonder Carl Jung and Myers-Brigg personality test is pretty well heard off in many textbooks.

Anyhow, so much for one of the longest posts I've written for quite some time. Till next time.

Do fish have wet dreams?

credits to the rut.

Saw this while googling for a pen sketch of a fish. It made me laugh till I died inside.

Picture says it all.

Uh, trying to do the Crayon Shin Chan pose. Which I didn't fail.

Spock's "I come in peace" sign PHAIL.

....
I'm a good girl, with too much time.

Do you want to?

When I woke up tonight
I said I'm gonna make somebody love me
I’m Gonna make somebody love me
And now I know, now I know, now I know
I know that it's you
You’re Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky

Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna 2x
Wanna go where I never let you before

Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna 2x
Wanna go off what I never let you before

Well he's a friend and he's so proud of ya
He's a friend and I knew him before ya
Oh yeah

Well he's a friend and we're so proud of ya
Your famous friend well I blew him before ya
Oh yeah

Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna 2x
Wanna go where I never let you before

Here we are at the transmission party
I love your friends
They're all so arty
Oh yeah

When I woke up tonight
I said I'm gonna make somebody love me
I’m Gonna make somebody love me
And now I know, now I know, now I know
I know that it's you
You’re Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky

Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna 2x
Wanna go off what I never let you before

Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky 6x

Yeah



Oh this seriously made my many days.

Submerged.

Credits to deviantart.

For once, I don't really know what to write. Or maybe I'm just focusing on shit instead of remembering to shine (Credits to siyan).

Shit? I have plenty academically. After a strenuous two-week oil-burning session, shit practically hits the fan in the form of my marketing paper. Oh, how I hate it so so so much.

Then, the assignments in my pending list. Being entrenched in the business semester for too long kinda made my psych side go into an extended leave, which I'm forcing it to return back to my memory ASAP.

Other than that, I guess life's just a slow stream trickling down the windy path surrounded by sunshine and the occasional clouds. It's slow, yet when it reaches that sharp turn, it suddenly speeds up again, only to slow down back to its.. well, slow state. However, there's this nagging voice in me telling me to start taking action into certain areas, e.g my moderately excessive cussing. No, it has nothing to do with influence or whatsoever, just that I kinda subconsciously cuss.. Maybe it's just me covering up stuff, but hey, cussing excessively is never good, especially for girls.

Then, there's that metaphorical clam shell surrounding my heart. Not that I want it to be like that, it's just I'm.. like that. Kinda tedious feeling ya know. Not a nice thing at all. For once, I just wanna dissolve that clam shell and voila! Free-spirited me unleashed! If that happens, it's gonna be very, very liberating.

I kinda feel something's missing somewhere. I just need to find that missing piece to complete the puzzle.

Life's fragile moments.

be careful, it's fragile.

credits to deviantart.

It is so ironic that we all will only realize how lucky we are after we faced death. That irony never fails to hit us hard and send us reeling into deep soul-searching.

I lost a friend today.

When I first heard the news, I felt the skies were abit darker. I couldn't believe my ears until I went to his Facebook profile and saw the endless lists of condolences.

The whole day, eventhough I had some funny moments like getting lost on the way to college, I kept reminiscing about the memories I had with him eventhough we weren't very close. I kept thinking of how fragile, fragile life is and how death can come knocking in any unexpected moment.

People say, "Appreciate what we have now and live life to the fullest". It is very true, yet I can't help but wonder, there was a time when all of us wished the good times we had will last forever. There was a time when all of us thought that we will grow old together and watch the sun sets in our golden years. There was a time when all of us thought that we have so many years ahead of us and that was the only reason death can't touch us.

Questions kept on rolling in my mind between the deep breaths and dribbling sweat. As I tried to find the answers in the middle of my exercise routine, I only found clues, not answers.

Nowadays, my emotions are on a precarious balance. To be exact, ever since I finished my antibiotic prescriptions. Maybe that time of the month is approaching or I just haven't fully recovered. For once, I wish my fridge can refill itself with bars of dark chocolate.

Tomorrow, I'll get one. Then, I'll bring my mom somewhere.

Oh. I think I just found my answer.

Just enjoy life's simpler moments. :)

Dear Sylvester,

I know you are in a better place now. I just wanna tell you that I'm very glad I have known such a great person and if I can see you again in the next lifetime, I will definitely get to know you better. Till then, keep watching for all of us.

With much love,

Melanie.

I hope this message doesn't get lost betwee the clouds. Before I forget, here's a hug. Hope you can feel it from my words.

Credits to Deviantart.

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A bubble of my thoughts.

whatchu looking at? meow.

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RAGE. ARGH.

There goes my head again. It's not very nice to spew out "creative sentences" a.k.a bullshit when you feel that your brain is actually swimming in a pool of goo. Everytime, everytime, it has to hit me when I'm in that major phase of my semester, when all the assignments start haunting me whenever I switch on my laptop.

Ah well.

Then again, I have to kickstart my thoughts and get more inspiration for.. another project of mine, which has been long overdue. Maybe, just maybe, I might come up with something short.

In the meantime, I am wondering whether to dye my hair again or just keep it as it is. You know, revamp my appearance for once to snap myself out of this monotony. No idea, will decide tomorrow.

Till then, more facebook sessions and anything that doesn't relate to studying.

We all love sex.

Seduction veiled in red.

Credits to DeviantArt

It's human nature, no?

Anyway, the title's derived from one of Hed Kandi's songs. Smooth saxophone with deep beats. So so dancable and so so easy to lose yourself in it.

P.S: Flu and assignments don't mix well.

Break my fall.

We enter the room

You're bright in the darkness my love

In moments with you

There is no end to me or beginning to you

We move to the floor

A purpose combined my love

Like the motions of stars

Our dynamic symmetry combines

Break my fall

I found what was missing inside you

Break my fall

Na na na na na na na

Break my fall

I found what is missing inside you

Break my fall

Na na na na na na na

Always with you

Connected by blood my love

A purpose fulfilled

You're my light in this dark, dark world

This unspoken within

I feel complete my love

The moments apart

I'm craving your light in the dark

Break my fall

I found what is missing inside you

Break my fall

Na na na na na na na

Break my fall

I found what is missing inside you

Break my fall

Na na na na na na na

(Break My Fall by Tiesto)

It's danceable, and it's addictive. This song is perfect for every occasion, be it the treadmill sessions, stoning sessions or even dancing sessions. It's the song for inspirations, the melody of unspoken emotions, the tune of hidden passion.

Okay, that was random. Maybe this is due to the lack of sleep I'm getting these days.

I need to cure a dull ache somewhere. It's bugging me. Time to get busy I suppose.

Of clubbing, lost earrings and a stolen handphone.

This post will be pictureless to mourn the passing of my handphone in a filthy pickpocketer's hands.

I sooo despise KTM now.

Anyway, I had my first experience in clubbing this Thursday and it was a blast. Despite its very-last-minute-planning-with-unexpected-delays moments, that experience was worth every single penny. I finally had my dancing fix after ages of not dancing. I admit, my dancing was really rusty till the extent that I forgot my signature "gerudi" move (nicknamed by my bezzy, Jeru). However, all concerns were out of the window with the fab music that shook me to my very bones.

On the other hand, I got to see the darker side of clubbing which kinda freaks me out till this day. When alcohol-induced guys come and try to hit on you, it's not so nice. Yes, I've heard about this being normal and all but it feels very unreal.

Then..my earrings. I took them off because they were quite a burden during my dance sessions especially when I'm sweating buckets. I sweat easily and added with the crowded dancefloor plus the thumping beats.. you get what I mean. Never expected that it would be the last time I saw them again. (And I thought I put both of them in my pocket!)

My handphone..... was stolen. Some bloody bastard just came into the train, and quickly went off before the doors were closed. Plus, I was standing near the entrance. So...yeah. I wish that *tooot* will burn in hell.

I need to get a new number and phone soon. Till that happens, my mood's gonna be kinda sallow. Added with a few affairs at heart, it's gonna be tough.

Five snippets on a Saturday.

Floating in a river of idleness.

Credits to DeviantArt.

11.07 a.m.

On a normal Saturday morning, this young lady will still be dozing in her queen sized bed, surrounded by her trustworthy comforter and curled up into a ball. However, this morning wasn't that normal because she was up way before her eight hours deadline. With the addition of a mild insomnia which had nothing to do with her coffee intake, she slept at 2-3 a.m. in the morning.

So. I guess that I've been thinking too much. Can't help it when you have two powerhouse midterms around the corner. Plus, my memory skills are rusting and in dire need of sharpening. Gone were the days where I used to memorize every equation/cell structure/dynamics from my thick textbooks.

Well, they were gone since my first days in HELP.

I was supposed to start compiling my management group report last night, only to find myself procrastinating and twittering instead. I have a serious case of procrastinatitis here. Dang

Time to restart my engines in this Saturday morning then.

4.03 p.m.

Finally managed to compile ze report. Now onwards to presentation slides. However we seem to be taking 5 minute breaks frequently. Social loafing that is approved by everyone.

5.47 p.m.

Oreos with milk are heavenly. Decided not to go to the Curve, have to go to granny's place for dinner instead. In the meantime, MU vs Msia is playing in Astro Supersport and despite the hilarious size different, I dare say that the Msia team MIGHT impress me after all. Then again, I'll only know at the end of the match, which my bro will inform me anyway. Time to sleep.

11.06 p.m.

Couldn't find the motivation to hit the one hour mark on the treadmill so did 30 mins instead. Now basking in my air cond room with the fan at full blast. Seems that my net decides to go emo on me now. Oh dear.

Anyways as predicted, MU won against Msia 3-2. Nothing much of a miracle really, it's just that the standards are different. However, there might be a glimmer of hope for the national team after this match. Well, I hope I don't have to eat my words later. Shower time then off to being a nerd..again.

1.41 a.m.

It's so tempting to ditch the book and continue chatting without giving a damn. However my guilty conscience will kill me, so a few more questions and I'm off. Seriously. Maybe I might follow my dad to the Curve but instead of gym sessions, I'll settle with a nice cup of Starbucks and start nerding away.

Guess I have to continue on now.

Lazy.

picture says it all.

credits to deviantart

Gosh am I so lazy right now.

Adaptations of time.

>credits to DeviantArt<

As I read through my previous entries, I found out that my writing style changed dramatically over the years.

When I read my first post, which was written four years ago, I couldn't help noticing how similar my writing style looked like with the current one that I had adapted.

Then, as time progressed, I started to pick up the SMS language writing style which clearly showed I had been influenced by that raging era. Added with the fact that I was a hormonal teenager at that times, my posts looked trashy.

When I entered UTAR, that style was replaced with adding many emoticon pictures which made them adorable to a certain extent. However, I do admit that too much emoticons spoiled the posts.

Now, I'm attuned to the same old original style which I had used four years ago and to be honest, my blog looks more palatable now.

Guitars, management, and an ant in a sea of cupcake icing.

>Tempting, no?<

>Credits to DeviantArt<

A literal lightbulb just flashed inside my mind.

Why don't I pick up guitar again to occupy my stoning-while-growing-mushrooms-in-my-head sessions when I'm not in class?

Seriously, I don't mind albeit it's darn rusty now. At least I have something else to do other than staring at Facebook the whole time.

In a way, I did regret quitting my guitar lessons a year ago but it's too late for regrets now, so might as well start from ground zero.

Problem is that I need new strings, an electronic tuner and short nails. Aih, goodbye long nails days. I'm so gonna miss you.

One day, I might own an electric guitar or bass. That will be one of the best dreams come true.

So. Management quiz is coming up soon and so are midterms. This means, more nerd time. Oh god. Optimism is really very hard to come by when you are staring at hard facts which reminds you of LLS and PMG (don't get me started). Plus, I doubt I will have the time to write down notes with color pens. Correction, THE WILL to write down notes with color pens.

Assignments are in but I'm still enjoying my days like an ant in a sea of cupcake icing. Wee.

Slow dance.

>In the mood for something?<
>Credits to Deviantart<

He gently takes your hand and leads you to the empty dance floor.
He puts an arm around your waist while his other hand tightens its grip on your slender fingers.
The music starts off with a slow beat.
You can't recall how long since you did this with someone but you seem to get the hang of it, thanks to his guiding steps.
As both of your eyes meet, life around you slows down.
The lights seem dimmer than they used to be.
The background tune fades into a lazy whisper, caressing your skin with its sultry tunes.
You then realize alot of things about him.
His scent.
His deep eyes filled with countless of emotions.
The way his nostrils flare with every sharp exhalations.
His lips, half-opened, words waiting to be spoken.
Those same lips closing the distance between both of you in a painstakingly slow manner.
Suddenly you realize alot of things about yourself.
The way you can't take your eyes of him.
The way your breath exhales with a distinctive sharpness.
The way your lips are half-opened.
And the distance between you and him which will never exist in a few moments.

As you delve into sweet sweet oblivion, you finally found that slow dancing isn't such an outdated thing anymore.



P.S: My vivid imagination is working overtime.

The to-do list.

Credits to DeviantArt.

>I feel like shit today. Insomnia loves me.<

1. Learn how to drive to college, 1u, MV etc.

2. Start studying for management and marketing.

3. Start printing the internal outline and READ it for once.

4. Try to regain my appetite so that I won't faint because of not eating properly.

5. Try to sleep properly, sleepless nights will kill me soon.

6. DANCE! I EFFING MISS HAVING A BLAST ON DANCE FLOORS.

7. Need more hugs and give more hugs.

8. Bunk over in a friend's place for one day.

9. Drink. Yes, drink.

10. Cut down on my coffee intake.

11. Satisfy my cupcake cravings. That's the only food that I didn't lose interest in.

I feel like a thousand rope knots squeezed into a very tiny plastic bag. Haih.

A post of lyrics.

>credits to deviantart. i know it's pretty irrelevant with this post but can't help to find it adorable.<

So the title says.

The world's a roller coaster

And I'm not strapped in

Maybe I should hold with care

But my hands are busy in the air saying

You're a mountain that I'd like to climb

Not to conquer, but to share in the view

You're a bonfire and I'm gathered 'round you

Set this old black heart inertia aflame.

Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear

And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear

Take the wheel and steer

It's driven me before and seems to have a vague

Haunting mass appeal

But lately I'm beginning to find that I

Should be the one behind the wheel.

P.S: Lyrics are from the following songs by Incubus: Wish You Were Here, Black Heart Inertia and Drive.

Sometimes. Other times.

[Sometimes, all it takes is just a small heart to make a big pile of dung look good. Other times, just a splat of dung is enough to make a big heart look bad.]

credits to deviantart

Sometimes, I can be so oblivious to everything around me.

Other times, I can be so observant towards everything; from a person's scent at close proximity to the way stares and gazes are exchanged between people, to the open blue sky with its cotton candy clouds.

Sometimes, I can be so under stress that sleep beats a million dollars anytime.

Other times, I wish I have a million dollars so that I could do many things in my endless freetime.

Sometimes, I can sashay into a room without any self-doubt and worries.

Other times, I wish to hide at the darkest corner of a room to battle with my self-consciousness.

Sometimes, creativity seems second nature to me.

Other times, it can be a bane for many weeks.

Sometimes, even a soppy soap opera can't even make me feel anything.

Other times, all it takes is just three baby dinosaurs and a baby mammoth to melt me into a fuzzy puddle of goo.

Sometimes, I can spend hundreds of bucks in some shopping spree, only to end up finding nothing memorable.

Other times, I can spend less than 10 bucks for a movie like Ice Age 3 with friends, only to end up with the widest of grins.

Slowed to a stop.

Credits to Deviantart

When I first ventured into HELP, I was all hyped up and ready to make new friends in a new environment.

Now, I'm just going through day by day with the hypeness dissipating in a sea of monotony. Yet, the presence of friends and family rejuvenates the hypeness from time to time.

When I first decided to go after the guy during high school, I was an emotional wreck filled with joy and sorrow. I relentlessly went through many obstacles just to obtain a forbidden fruit called love.

Now, I'm just anchored to the ground to avoid being another emotional wreck again. Or so I thought.

When I first used anger, voice and temper to get what I wanted, I was enthralled with their sheer power to make people pay attention to me amidst the bitter consequences.

Now, I'm just putting a polite smile and say "I don't mind" if I can't get what I want. Because there is always another day to achieve that.

As time slowed to a stop, so does the monotonous rush of life. I realized that I'm a different person now, yet there are questions waiting to be answered. 

Therefore...

I shall use this pause and find the answers before time starts ticking again.

Time to put on my Indiana Jones hat. =)

A.N.O.V.A

A
Nauseating,
Obnoxious &
Vicious
Analysis.
Which I have finally conquered.. I hope.


Time to go after its brother.

The
-
Superbly
Tedious
And
Tiring
Statistics.

A shortie.

Yes. You. I'm looking at you with my blur, cuddly face. I'm an irresistable puffball, no?
[Credits to DeviantArt]

Uh, don't mind the name of this post. I just can't think of anything that suits the description of a short post.

So, exams are in a week's time and it hit me yesterday that I have exactly 7 days (6 now) to finish up 106 and two other subjects. My brain cells will be oozing out of my ears by the time this is done.

Anyhow, I can tick off the experience of being inked out of my life's to-do list. On towards other stuff which I don't really remember what are they but yeah, they exist somewhere.

So, anything new?

Not much exactly, same old same old, except a bit fleshier I think. A good addition into my comfort hugs arsenal. Hey, it's much nicer to say it that way rather than the conventional self-depreciating technique of saying that you gained an extra layer of fat. Positive thinking is way better than its counterpart.

As for other sectors of my life, it would be an understatement to say that my life is pretty bland because I have such wonderful people in my life. From the lame joke crackers to the self-declared pig, I can't really find a day which I didn't even smile once. To be honest, I can't figure out when did I start to appreciate the smaller things in life and I don't bother. Haha.

My bezzie told me that I'm addicted to my freedom, which might explain why I may have a gazillion crushes but there are none which I really put my heart and soul into getting that person. Maybe maybe. Well, definitely. I think I have an addiction towards freedom and as people say, addictions are hard to be ridden.

Sooo. Minus the randomness and all, the bottom line is that I have screwed my braincells thanks to t-stats and ANOVA, so this post is meant to keep my head levelled before I go into berserk mode.

Oh, I just realized. This isn't a shortie anymore.


-mel-

Simplified in poetry.

I have this habit of writing random poems/stuff when I'm waiting for someone or just plain bored. This habit intensifies when my heart tends to be bothered with issues that I only know of. The following stuffs were written today around 5.40pm to 6.00pm with me sitting at the stairs outside KPDA. 

i. Occupations.

If my eyes are camerapersons, they would have taken so many pictures of the environment, no matter how shabby it is. Because beyond the exterior, lies a wonderful story caught in the moment.

If my heart is a painter, it would have painted 1001 emotions in my daily life's blank canvas. From bright colors of magenta and orange, to sombre colors like midnight blue and grey.

If my senses are investigators, they would have explored and investigated every nook and cranny in any object/human they could find to unravel the raw truth. Talk about digging gold in a barren wasteland.

If my ears are music producers, they would have channeled the random sounds from my surroundings, combined them with the falsettos of my heart and composed them into a beautiful song that echoes around the precipes of my mind.

If my mouth is a radio DJ, it would update its listeners with the endless arguments between my mind and my heart that have to offer.

ii. Letters hidden beneath randomness.

I wanna sleep.

Flowers are pretty.

Elephants are wise.

Enrich point from MAS are so overrated.

Legs are sexy when they are lean.

Lean bodies rock.

Icings in cupcakes are my loves.

Katherine McPhee has a very soulful voice.

Everybody knows but nobody REALLY knows.

Cats are adorable.

Rats are disgusting yet smart.

Yay for final exams (Aprilfool's coming, so can't help it).

Inside out, round and round.

NANA is a rock-inspired anime which deserves much credit with its songs itself.

God gave our souls wings to fly, but how much do we appreciate those wings that gave us freedom?

iii. Two words.

A struggle.

With emotion.

A tear.

Being stubborn.

A past.

Not unforgettable.

A contact.

Physical attraction.

Hidden feelings.

Always resisting.

Never fading.

Always questioning.

Forever smiling.

No ending.

A battle.

Heart, mind.

Who wins?

God knows.

-mel-

For the past few....

I see the mirror in your eyes,
I see the truth behind your lies.
(In and Out of Love by Armin van Buuren)

For the past few weeks, this song with its videoclip has been playing in my head. Maybe because I never thought a progressive-trance song can ever produce such an enchanting piece of artwork. With two dancers dancing their beautiful emotions away and a beautiful voice accompanying the time-stopping beats, it was just a masterpiece. Clearly that explains why that song had so many hits in Youtube itself.

For the past few weeks, my life has been driven by the flow of assignments and health issues. After the successful Back to Basics project, it was time to slog out full force on the dreaded report of the event. Nothing short of hell, as I would say. Conflicts arised, stress levels increased, pimples popped up like frenzy and the deadline seemed foreboding as always. Combined that with a movieclip, no wonder the coffee companies loved their increase of sales in the midst of the global recession phenomenon. As much as I wanted to let go a TREMENDOUS sigh, I can't do that full-heartedly with coughing and all. Three months of coughing isn't easy, you know.

For the past few days, I slept like a pig after so long. Antibiotics sucks but they do help to regulate sleeping patterns, so to speak. However, due to the excessive resting hours, my muscles just refused to wake up from their hibernation and prefered to move like jello instead. So, there and then, I found a downside. The hibernation cycle is a chore to break.

For the past few days, I have been catching up with my reading chores, as in reading academic books. Seems a bore but a sure way to kill time if Internet fails to charm me anymore (as if). One of the most interesting things I have read was about prenatal development. Eventhough the text was blurry and the pictures incomprehensible (photocopied stuff), I suddenly felt a sense of having a child of my own. That sense just appeared after I had dreamed about my pregnant cousin sister who is due this April. Maybe I'm just excited to be an auntie to another nephew or niece after all.

For the past few hours, I had a weird.. dream. A steamy one, that is. Nope, details are strictly P & C.

For the past few hours, I had received a call from a former schoolmate of mine. He was very delusioned enough to confess his feelings for me and sincerely hoped that the next time we meet, we will be together for good. Uh huh. Mm hmm. No comments. Maybe.. one. It will never happen for eternity and beyond.

For the past few hours, I bumped into another former schoolmate of mine in the dental clinic. He still has his charming smile. Wondered how long since I really saw him.

For the past few hours, my dentist said that my molars are moving too slow to fill up the gap and it will take a minimum of 1 year for it to be perfect (bones too strong, LOL). So, she advised me to put bridges instead and my braces can go away. Downside is, it's bridges, not my real teeth and they always say that ori stuffs are much better than fakerios. Mum suggested to refer to other specialists before doing that, so yeah. My eyes glazed diamonds when the prospect of having brace-less smiles is just a mere months away.....

For the past few minutes, I have cracked my head for PSY106; sms-ed three people; talked to countless others, online or face-to-face; found my lost charger; freezed my backside off; played Mafia Wars...




and thought that today wasn't such a bad day after all. :)


-mel-

Thank you.

Thank you for your support for the Back to Basics program.
Thank you for helping us to help the needy.
Thank you for complementing our quirky t-shirt designs.
Thank you for enjoying our banana splits and ice creams.
Thank you for smiling at us politely when you pass by our stall.
Thank you for spreading the word around.
Thank you for helping us to take care of our stall in dire times.
Thank you for suggesting new ideas to increase our sales.
Thank you for trusting us.
Thank you for being our customer and supporters.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Thank you for being there. =)

Dedicated to those who made this project come true; friends and strangers alike.



-mel-

Back To Basics, Where Originality Matters.

Tired of the conventional t-shirts with all style but no substance?

Then we are here to add a dash of spice into your t-shirt days.

HELP Bpsych PMG Group XV proudly presents:

BACK TO BASICS:

WHERE

ORIGINALITY MATTERS.

We are selling statement t-shirts as a part of a

collaborative fund-raising project for these three orphanages who are in a dire need of financial support:

1) Thai Care Corner

2) Dignity and Services

3) Sinthamani Divide Life Ashram

You can show your support by purchasing these statement t-shirts that come with ten funky designs.

Design 1

Design 10

Price ranges are:

1 piece= RM20

2 pieces= RM40

3 pieces= RM58

For purchases above rm20, FREE lollipop will be included with the purchase.

For purchases of FIVE t-shirts or more, you are entitled to win a MYSTERY prize!

To book and purchase these t-shirts or for more information, please contact Mr. Cheah at

017- 2402891; Email: cheah_cw@yahoo.com.

UPDATED: T-SHIRT PURCHASING LASTS TILL SATURDAY, 7TH MARCH. ORDERS WILL BE RECEIVED IN TWO WEEKS TIME.

Tut, tut. I'm not finished yet.

If you come to our booth on the 3rd and 4th of March, outside KPDA Pusat Bandar Damansara, from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.

You will be asked a question.

"Banana Split, anyone?".

See you there. =)

-mel-