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.