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-

Of APA citations and the usual stuffs we say.

APA citations + the random stuffs we always say= This.
I am so braindead.

LOL (Ng, Chuah, Teoh, Hung & Low, 2008).

What the.. tooot (Ng, 2008).

Bodoh (Low, 2008).

Lame trophy (Teoh, 2008).

Lame camera (Teoh, 2008).

Lame =.= (Teoh, 2008).

Zha tou (Ng, 2008).

Swt (Ng, 2008).

WOW (Low, 2009).

Sedap lah (Hung, 2009).

Grandma likes .... (Teoh, 2009).

Please suck my blood! (Teoh, 2009).

Lu apa mau? (Cheah, 2009).

Quote people lah (Low, 2009).

Cannot stand (Ng, 2008).

Then sit lor (Low, 2008).

Simitaichi? (Chuah, 2008).

Pandai (Chuah, 2008).

I live to eat (Low, 2007).

Aku bangga (Chuah, 2009).

Gaming lor (Hung, 2008).

Relax lah... (Low & Hung, 2008).

I don't wanna rock the world, I wanna rock your world (Tung, as cited in Cheah, 2008).

Gone lah (Lim, 2009).

Amen! (Kamsul, 2008).

Yes sayang? (Chuah, 2009).

Win, lose or draw; MANCHESTER UNITED for life (Yan, 2008).

Fuck it lah (Yan, 2008).

Mah hai! (Lim, 2009).

Exam ah? Tell it to yourself it's just mcq (Lim, 2009).

Apa lan jiau you cakap? (Lim, 2009).

Better to lose a lover than to love a loser! (Yan, 2009).

Jesus Christ! (Kamsul, 2008).

Bikin apa cerita (Cheah, 2009).

Want to die ah? (Cheah, 2009).

Bang balls (Cheah, 2009).

Face problem (Low, 2008).

Want to go yamcha? (Hung, Chuah & Low, 2008).

So cute! (Low, 2008).

Let's go mamak lah -after 5 mins in class- (Cheah et al, 2008).

This class damn sien man (Cheah et al, 2008).

Go study laaa (Low, 2008).

Dei! (Chuah, 2009).

Night! (Low, 2009).

Your mom (Kamsul, 2008).

Aiyo! (Kamsul, 2008).

Cannot sit, cannot stand (Cheah, 2009).

Then squat lor (Low, 2009).

CFP (Critical Face Problem) (Ng, 2009).

...... (Ng, 2009).

You know what?? I don't care, I don't give a damn (Hung, 2009).

It doesn't matter!! (Hung, 2009).

Heee (Low, 2009).

MPS (Men's Period Syndrome) (Hung, 2008).

A die-die situation (Chuah, 2009).

I just love my job.



-mel-

They just keep playing in my head.

So the title speaks.

I wish you bluebirds in the spring, to give your heart a song to sing. (Lisa Ono, I Wish You Love.)

Me and my heart we've got issues, don't know whether should I slap you or kiss you. (The Saturdays, Issues.)

Izinkanku mencuri bayangan wajahmu, kau ilhamku. (Man Bai, Kau Ilhamku.)

If I could change your mind... (Boyce Avenue, Change Your Mind.)

C'mon let's get high! (Franz Ferdinand, Ulysses.)

I breathe, hoping the winds would blow me away, (Faspitch, Breathe.)

He kissed my lips, I tasted your mouth. (Katy Pery, Thinking of You.)

So goodnight, goodnight.. (Maroon 5, Goodnight Goodnight.)

Summertime, summertime. (The Click 5, Summertime.)

I know it's kinda late, but happy birthday. (The Click 5, Happy Birthday.)

To my sweethearts.

To my sweethearts who have found your darlings, three cheers for everlasting romance.
To my sweethearts who had your hearts broken, three cheers for a speedy recovery and fun times ahead with friends and families.
To my sweethearts who realized that there is love blossoming in your hearts, three cheers for the newly discovered euphoria.
To my sweethearts who remains true bachelors and bacheloritas, three cheers for singledom and its rollercoaster rides.
Happy Valentine's.

Dedicated to all my lovely friends and readers, single or taken. Spread the love today.

-mel-

One.

If I can describe myself in any perfume brand, I would choose CK One.

The Unisex perfume, where you smell masculinity yet feminity at the same time.

When I had its first whiff a few years back, I fell in love with it. It totally describes me, inside out.

To me, it's a scent of independence, self-sufficiency, freedom to do anything you like with a hell of an attitude.

It's a scent for people like me who just found her true self hidden underneath the fossilized layers of societal stigmas/responsibilities/roles that she as a human had to partake.

It's a scent for those who believes in her principles and never backs down upon them.

It's a scent resembling the willpower to face any challenges ahead with smiles eventhough tears and frustration tag along.

Best of all? 

It makes me feel like a woman with a heart of stone.