That is not my main reason of typing today, however.

I’m not surprised by women who gossip, but MEN?!

Okay, besides Jonboy, men who gossip are just weird to me.

Let’s just put it this way.
You, the third party, who isn’t even related to this entire argument; in what way are you allowed to gossip and humiliate that person?
Sure, he’s your best friend but please, do you think you know everything that’s going on?
I won’t say that I know of it either, because I’m always listening to ONE SIDE of the party, so I won’t judge.

Sometimes, I think people assume they know everything about you by not even speaking to you at all.
Some overexaggerate their relationships: Just by a few words does NOT make you a friend already. Please, reeducate yourself on this.

I won’t pass judgment upon you if you truly believe you know exactly what kind of person I am.
But pray tell, since you think you know me so well, what exactly is my favorite color? : )

Which is why, my wonderful advice to everyone out there who is reading this:
Don’t judge.
Remember always that your words, even though you think you’ve told it to people who don’t know that person, those words always come around.
If you’re wondering why I dislike you so, why, rethink about what you said before : )
Weren’t you the one who judged me first before knowing the situation?

Silly children : )

• I’ve grown to love myself
  Well, you’ll be glad to know that the very first step to extending your love towards others is to love yourself more : D And that I am accomplishing it; slowly but it’s better than last time. I’m not going into the mirror and telling myself that I’m not that model-thin size anymore: Oh, I am just happy being my size now. I’m look less like a mummy now and more chubby-wubby. Quote some famous celeb, ‘The first way is to feel sexy is to be confident with yourself and love your body as it is.’ Hey, guess what? She’s darn right : D I thank my lovely sayangs for helping me pull through my huge setback last year- I’m a much better person than I am now.
  
• I’ve grown a thicker epidermis
  I admit: I am pretty sensitive when it comes to people and what they do or say : ) I’ve decided that I can’t trust people anymore who tell me or promise they’ve been meaning to do something and all that (insert here bogus excuses and lies) and give me a 110% honesty but of course, when it comes to action, results can’t be trusted, can they? ;D Bah, Hamburg! (Quote Chris) Right now, I realized I’m able to create a force field shield that deflects unwanted animosity from strange new people I do not know off, emit laughing gas to make them just vanquish and subdue the powers of my mind to let them take over me. I could be the next mutant superhero for all you know! But of course, I still haven’t been able to conquer my anger over some ignorant people, but hey, they’re just random outbursts So that makes me pretty human, after all.

• I’ve grown a happy tree
  I’m just letting the music take my feet dancing as I go. (I blame Murakami Haruki: Once again, his books has changed my direction in life.)  I’ve decided to put on my best (and rather ugly-looking) suede shoes and go with all that jazz. I’m happier than I was before, I found things that I’ve lost and in fact, I could say that despite everything that’s been happening, I’m still smiling I grew a happy tree, with lots of love found and more fond memories to look after.

Okay-LA, it’s a very short list la, I admit.
But here are my slight anonymous thank yous to people who made my year a blast. (Some Thank Yous are repeated to the very same people)

• Cupcakes at basketball courts are always yum.
• Driving aimlessly in a car, laughing at really horrible band covers and random shite is a blast.
• It’s great to know there’s someone who I can relate to in some way. Although the radio still hates me in some way.
• Watching the sun set while wading in seawaters is just one memory I won’t forget.
• Our Cosplay plans together just keep growing, don’t they? We need to put a halt to it
• KTM rides to KLCC and McDonald meetings are always fun! : D I’m loving them.
• Random rushworks in a very tiny room is very memorable. I thought that was sorta… interesting and fun
• KARAOKE EMO SESSIONS. HOW CAN I FORGET THAT?! Nothing beats Isabella, NOTHING YOU HEAR!!
• And then there’s crazy Karaoke sessions. The re-enactment of Beyond was wild, and Tuts My Barreh is still in my head.
• MAHJUUUUUUUUUUNG… is fun but gourd, the rules for Sam-Kak-Mahjong is just too confusing for me!
• A free-all you can eat session during Lantern Festival: I miss the Lok-Lok D: And CENDOL.
• Selling stuffs diligently with a headache and orange juice! I’m still a good saleswoman, aren’t I? ;D
• Walking in the rain and park chats. I miss them so much.
• Walking like a drunkard at 4 in the morning and running from PJS9/28 to PJS9/10 is MIGHTY AWESOME OF US XD We should recruit new recruits.
• Going to a place where I’ve never been before in my life. Escape sounded like a good option. I’m missing the smell of the sea now.
• Our very eerie chilling haunted moment in MidValley. You’ve got to admit, that WAS freaky as crap.
• Kinokuniya! : D
• It was fun taking photos with you, even though we’re not from the same anime, but HEY! You’re still someone I really missed hanging out with!
• Midnight chats near the AVH. The laughter, the tears and the crazy singing: They’re just not the same since you’re not here anymore :’ <
• Ranting at Harrot’s. I kinda miss staying over your place but you’re not here anymore :<
• Lighting up lanterns in the park with a whole bunch of people is always fun.
• Performing in front of a crowd with very few practices. I admit, they were memorable.
• Ranting about problems to you, and always taking good advices from you. Let’s see if your forecast ends up right.
• JAM SESSIONS… in the middle of empty classes and also during your class. THAT was fun. ;D

… I KNOW I HAVE A LOT IN MY HEAD.
But my chimney is currently clogged (Well, it’s 2.30am and I should be scolding myself to sleep now).

2009, I’m missing you so much already.

I hope 2010 will do me good (Although it’s not looking too bright at the very start of the year).
May the memories (and photos) increase this year :3

Love you all.
The great BitterGourd loves you all and thinks of you every night in His sleep

Till next time, sayangs.

I can smell the death of myself next week as CF is approaching.
To do or die next week, that’s a good question.

I look now at this current place where I am standing, and right now, I’m not really sure if I really want to pursue the course I’ve taken.
I’ve thought about it a lot of times but I really don’t know where I fit still.
I’m not a commercial type, but neither am I the extremist.
I kind of regretted that I should’ve taken Multimedia or Advertising cause they were both more of my field.

But that’s that.

: )

I’ll try my best.

Good night.

Today would be probably  the 8th time I nearly got run over by a car. The car was merely a centimeter close to hitting me. I had to jump backwards, but did it stop? No. IT SPED EVEN FASTER. I was left angry, mortified, and yes, VERY ANGRY.

But oh, mind you,  I wasn’t in wrong. I was merely crossing the zebra crossing. And as it said, I had exactly 24 seconds left to cross. By the time I reached the otherside, it would merely take 10 seconds. In other words, the car was speeding through when it was a RED LIGHT.

Oh, jolly ho. Here comes my favorite part: The part where I start slaughtering everything at fault here because clearly, I’m not the ONLY good law-abiding citizen and the ONLY resident of the PJS9 community who uses the zebra-crossing, who has NOT encountered this type of thing before. Of course, majority will let it slide.

I DON’T.

So, let me give you a brief history on the zebra crossing.

For a year I have lived here as a student in a college nearby. To get to college, I have to cross the roads. Back then, there wasn’t any zebra-crossing made at all. No traffic lights. No nothing done about it. So, most of us were forced to cross the road ala Mission Impossible style. I don’t blame the cars back then: We were in the wrong back then.

Earlier this year, they have built a traffic light and made a proper zebra crossing for the citizens to use to cross to the other side.

WHICH CLEARLY MEANS, YOU BUNCH OF NEGLIGENT COLOR-BLIND NINCOMPOOPS, THAT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT TURNS RED, YOU STOP.

Of course, these bunch of trash drivers just drive over as if it’s roads owned by their ancestors. Be they motorcycles (Yes, there are a lot), trucks, taxis (Yes, you lots are really irresponsible), or cars, they just drive over as if EVERYTHING WAS ALWAYS IN A GREEN LIGHT.

What about the citizens?
We have to watch the road, even when it’s red light for them, so that they won’t run us over.

Which goes to say this in the most simplest form:

WHY ON EARTH WAS THE ZEBRA CROSSING AND TRAFFIC LIGHTS BUILT ANYWAY IF IT CANNOT SERVE ITS PURPOSE TO GUIDE TRAFFIC?!

I don’t know a lot of laws, but I know these much during driving school, as they have made this:

1. RED means STOP. You do NOT drive over a RED LIGHT.

2. If there is a pedestrian on the road crossing, even if he’s on the wrong, you should slow down. Because eventually, if you hit the pedestrian, you’re in THE WRONG instead.

Now, clearly, most drivers will neglect those two facts for, hmm… I don’t know, because they LACK COMMON SENSE IN THEIR BRAINS.
ANY TOM, DICK AND HARRY WILL KNOW THAT.
You hit someone, you’re in the wrong. Unless it’s in the act of self-defense. But then again, we pedestrians are the defenseless one here.
You hit us, we go to hospital. If we live, we’ll sue you if we remember your car (Hit-and-run is a VERY SERIOUS CRIME, you idiots), which equals to police investigations and reports, which equals to we’ll sue you, which equals to YOU WILL LOSE 3 MONTHS WORTH OF YOUR SALARY (There goes 3 semesters of your kid’s college funds. Isn’t that wonderful?) If we die, we end up on papers. The public will hate you (even if it’s a hit-and-run, you know those words written on their opinions, editorials and newspaper is all directed to you. Don’t kid yourself that you can’t FEEL anything). The residents who let it slide will now come on paper giving their view and their at-last-prolonged complaints. You will end feeling guilty for the rest of your life, with blood-stained hands (and bumpers) to remember for the rest of your life. Oh, let’s not forget the photographs of us PUT on the newspaper to haunt you for the rest of your life, whether you’re awake or asleep.

Don’t you idiots find that a really fine consolation prize to own after hitting a pedestrian? I think so too.

Of course, I’m not to say that all motorists are really responsible for this.
In fact, who’s to say the POLICE are clean from this?

I remember a night in July, while I was crossing the road back to my house with a friend of mine, when a police car just drove over a red light.
I would understand if there was an emergency if the siren is on.
But here is a policecar, on an empty street, driving on 60mph, chasing NO ONE, driving through a red light, crossing before me. Just to make it to the Sunway police station.
And guess what followed behind the policecar?
You bet. A WHOLE-STRING OF MOTORISTS WHO THINK IT IS FINE TO DRIVE OVER THE RED LIGHT AS LONG AS THE POLICE AS DOING IT.
You know, police are suppose to be the protectors of the law and set a fine example to people.
Gee whiz, I wonder what kind of law they were protecting in the first place, since they can’t very well obey the simple STOP AT A RED LIGHT WHILE PEDESTRIANS ARE IN THE MIDST OF CROSSING THE ROAD and LED A BUNCH OF IDIOTIC SHEEP TO BELIEVE THAT THAT DRIVING OVER A RED LIGHT ON A ZEBRA CROSSING IS THE RIGHT THING TO DO.

Now, I am tired of all this. My hands are shaking in anger as we speak. I could have said so much more but that would just be my personal feelings.
I want to know why this college BANS nst.com.my because I can’t even access the site. Talk about writing an opinion.

So I have resorted to this. My own blog. Funny, this was suppose to be a happy blog but it ended up being angrier than before.

I am one of those citizens and residents who are TIRED of being bullied my motorists on the road, especially when we are in the right.
Starting soon, action will be taken. Number plates, photos of cars, description of drivers will be taken down.
For my public amusement, you may call this defamation, but I call it making you famous.
Because you people are one of those idiots who don’t care to stop at a red light and would rather speed through, hoping the pedestrian will give way to you.
But when you come across me next time, I’ll be sure to be the pedestrian that STANDS right in front of your car and GLARE RIGHT AT YOU while taking your superstar potrait for exhibition.
Because you know you were in the wrong. And you so surely deserved it.

There would have been other means to do it, but alas, as we have read from above, the authorities are also part of this, who’s to say if our report will ever reach the ears of the higher-ups since they don’t care about our lives that they were suppose to be PROTECTING in the first place. But I’m not talking about just PJS9 only, I’m talking on a whole where residents everywhere who feel the same sentiments as I do.

If this reprimand is heard, these things should follow act:

• A camera to catch idiots who speed through when pedestrians are crossing
• A higher fine for those who don’t listen to the law
• More responsible motorists
• More responsible authoritarians
• MORE LIVES SAVED

Once more, I am sure that most of you [irresponsible] Malaysian Drivers aren’t colorblind. If you are, you shouldn’t be driving in the first place.
Take a bus or taxi. Or at least know how to count. If my colorblind friend can drive and obey the law properly, why not YOU IDIOTS WHO ARE GIFTED WITH PERFECT EYESIGHT?

Now, do something about it.

OR I WILL

My hands have been full of the late, to the brink I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore.  I can feel the stress coming on to me. During this time of stress, I have written down a list of ten things I want to do at this current moment but I’m unable to do so…

Here’s the list as to what I really want to enjoy now.

THE LIST (not in order)

• Take photos of everything around me
  I feel that I have been neglecting my precious DSLR for a very long time. It’s not on purpose: I hardly have the time to walk around and take photos of random things anymore. I yearn to take photos of the gravel beneath my feet, the grey skies I wake up every morning to, the hands that holds me together, the strangers I encounter crossing the road, the leaves that snow from the trees; all the simple things I meet everyday. I hate waking up everyday, passing by something and missing this great picture, then regretting that I am missing the one thing to capture this moment. I guess I’ll have to bottle up this yearning until this semester ends. I miss the days when I used to run around in KL late night with Ting, Ming, Bryan, Abdullah (Yes, he was with us on one trip) and just snapping anything at all.  Those days were wonderful. I want to relive those moments, if I could.
• A walk under the rain
  Whenever I feel really blue, or in need of redemption, I would walk under the rain, let it kiss my face and reassure me that everything would be alright. It’s not just a one minute walk from one place to another. No, it’s got to be random, I’ve got to walk wherever my feet takes me. To the point I’ve become one with the rain. And at that very moment, I want to break down into tears or just laugh. Cause I really don’t know where I ought to channel all my bottled feelings to.
  Just talking about this made me remember a line from Murakami’s book ‘Dance Dance Dance‘:

“Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me. From someplace distant, so very distant. From, ultimately, a dream. No matter how far I reach out, no matter how fast I run, I’ll never make it.

Why would anyone want to cry for me?”
– by Haruki Murakami

• Compose a few songs
  I’ve been on this project since earlier this year (maybe earlier on) but I have no idea what to write now. Chris believes in me, but I don’t know. I’m trying to put the words in my head, sometimes even one-liners but all I can come up is with cheesy words that really have no feel at all. Can anyone understand that? Probably. After all, it took M. Night Shyamalan about a few drafts before he got The Sixth Sense right. I need a book. Pen. Paper. And inspiration altogether.
• Write at least, the entire first chapter to my manga
  This is another which requires the same as the above.  For more than a year, this manga story of mine have collected dust but it has just resurfaced itself of the late, and it’s got me really thinking. I just want to breathe life into them but I don’t really know how to make a character become a part of me. Maybe not just my manga story, maybe other things as well. I’ve made up my mind to go to the Scriptwriting Competition Briefing tomorrow (with much encouragement. Thanks to Chris, who believes in me and is willing to proofread for me, and Nyan, who’s always been my rock at everything) and from there, I’ll decide if I can take on this challenge. With so much to do, I pray I have time to allocate for just this. Quote Murakami from my favorite book:

  “Writing novels is much the same. You gather up bones and make your gate, but no matter how wonderful the gate might be, that alone doesn’t make it a living breathing novel. A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.”
  — Haruki Murakami (Sputnik Sweetheart)

• The beach
  Seabreeze. Sand. Seawater. Sunny blue skies. This is what I’ve been dreaming about since the trip to PD. Who doesn’t yearn for the beach as a perfect getaway from everything? I know I do. Forget Hawaii, I could even take the nearest beach and just bury myself in it!
  
• A camp with all my best friends, doing nothing
  There are times when even though I prefer to be alone, I yearn for the companionship of  the people I really like hanging around with.  A vacation without anything in our minds: Gone with the computers, gone with the handphones, gone with everything. Just us and the naked earth below us, the trees around us, laughter that fills the air, and dreams enveloping us: It’s a dreamer’s vacation, which I know only a few will come to enjoy. Which is why I know who I want to bring with me on this trip
• Dance
  

  “Dance,” said the Sheep Man. “Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougottadance. Donteventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, yourestuck. Sodontpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyouretired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryone,ok? Justdontletyourfeetstop.”
  – Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

• Pick up the guitar again
  You realize you start to falter from all the skills you’ve acquired throughout the years when you stop playing. This is not like my piano, really. Guitar is so much more different on a wholescale. Stop playing, that’s fine: You still got your memory of how to play it, right? Well, not exactly. Things don’t work that way. Stop playing, the fingers soften. Finger soften, you can’t play the barchords you were so proud of when you first achieved them, nor do that awesome hammering of 5 in a row… I can’t even play Creed’s One Last Breath (Which is considered pretty much a low level for my teacher. Imagine how hard it was for me back then, I’m sure a lot of you beginners agree. Or at least I had a psycho teacher who thought that jumping a beginner to this song straight away is an awesome idea). Not to mention I can’t play Stairway to Heaven right anymore: Can you imagine how frustrating that is to me? Well, I really got to pick up my pace once again. You can NOT neglect practicing the guitar. Gotta keep playing everyday till you get it right.

   

• One week of self-discovery
  My close friends will always remember what this is since I mention it. It’s been like, what, 2 years since I went on a self-discovery trip?! I’m longing for it: This journey for one to think about things, reflect, learn and come back with something new.  Do I have the time for this now? I don’t know. I really just need to run away from everything else that’s been on my mind for the moment and learn abut myself more.

  “Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.”
  — Haruki Murakami (Dance, Dance, Dance)

With this note, I hope I’ve given myself something to dream about.
Bottled-up feelings are overflowing, swallowing me whole at this moment. With Karma Police playing in the background, this scene seems fitting for an antagonist like myself. Who knows? For a minute there, I lost myself…
And after tonight, I will return to the world I know so well, and yearn for the world I want to happen.

Good night, world. It’s been swell entertaining you.
Peel’s Natalie Somewhere rings in my head now.

-rin-

I want to correct this statement that kind of ticked me off.
Being in a romantic relationship actually DOES NOT affects one’s studies.

What affected my studies were all my own personal weaknesses.
I will not deny that I’ve been emotionally unstable and have been in a deep depressive state since April.
But I’ve gotten much better, really : ) I’m very happy, as everyone knows by now.
I thank the strong support of the circle of friends I have.
My KKians are always more than willing to listen and to reason with me, as well as my fellow close collegemates, Chris and Ting Wei.
I also thank the people who were truly worried about me. Your genuine feelings have reached me. Thank you, so much.

But at this current moment, he is my pillar of support.
The harsh words that used to affect me; I’ve turned a deaf ear towards it.
When I needed help with my work, he was always there, ready to lend a hand.
Someone who genuinely loves me for who I am, that’s all I need.
He motivates me, truly, more than everyone else in this world would know.
Of course, I know there’s some asshat who’s been condemning and saying “Wait till it crumbles and fall.”

Oh sure.
You all can WAIT till then.

But for now, it’s happiness : )

So, to heck with the statement above! : D

After this post, everyone will stop reading my posts anymore but hahahaha, you all can just go suck on bananas because this is my own fucking opinion and hey, I’m being fucking honest with all of you now so you should be goddamn thankful and happy about it : D

Nyan!
You are the most lovable, the most adorable, the most sincere and the next best thing that’s ever happened to me!

: D 45683968~~~!!!

Let’s keep on moving forward together, okay? : )

Yours truly.

It’s a public confession, yes, and I must admit, a rather shameless one, indeed.
Even my father thinks I’m pretty unhappy to buy me a self-help book about happiness. Which is really funny and cute, by the way but my dad knows that I would never read ‘em.
If I can’t be happy now, then when will I, really? : )

So, my happiness comes in the form of a few people in my life, who have been with me, rock-solid, non-judgmental and loves me for who I am.
And I am really glad in that case. I feel a little sad that they’re all going to leave me soon in their graduation, so I’m going to do the last thank you like I did before, back when our class dissolved : ) So, you know who you are from reading them.

First off:
You, for being always there for me. You were quiet when I first met you and my impression of you was that you were that sort of person who takes time to get to warm up to people or simply ice-cold. As expected, you warmed up, and definitely is one of people I can say I’d die for, I’m willing to bet my life on and that I know I can definitely trust. We’ve had our fair share of issues but we’ve always been together, non? : ) I have a deep respect for you, and I can definitely say, my eyes to the world certainly widened a little thanks to you : ) So, yes, I will sing Postcards from Italy for your wedding , and sing There’s A Light That Never Goes Out for your funeral, I will miss being in your car driving around and yes, I will cry when you leave. I know you won’t come back to M’sia, not even if I begged you to, but at least return when I’ve become PM? : D I love you loads.

You, for loving me no matter who I am. I remember not being that close to you during the first semester but we got along quite well during 2nd semester. We’ve had our fair ups and downs, and some pretty silly disagreements but hey, that’s what makes us understand each other more, right? There are a lot of things that most people will not forgive me for and some things that will change many perceptions about me, but you’ve been non-judgmental and have held my hand throughout, which is why I hide no secrets from you as you’ve been patient and never judgmental for everything I’ve done. Somehow, we are alike in some sort of queer way but hey, you know what I’m talking about. Babe, I’m going to miss you a lot and yes, I definitely love the idea of moving in together. I want to always remind you that no matter what you say; Love: You are one of the most beautiful beings ever created on Earth and I am grateful that you’ve entered my life. If there’s anyone who deserves happiness in this world, it’s you. Because you’ve been wanting it, longing for it, and searching for it for so long, you deserve it more than anyone else in this world.

You, for being the saint and the savior in lives. You were one of the few people who I met first in class, chirpy, bright and very funny: But you have a firm sort of principles. In some way, I am envious of you as you’ve found your salvation through calling and experienced the joy of finding an answer to your spiritual quest. Some say we are alike in ways but I beg to differ: I’m not as kind as you are. Which goes to say I’m thankful you still are here with me for all my misgivings. I enjoy staying over your place, poking you for no reason and hahaha, of course, our late night talks when I overnight at your place. You have so much more in you, and I believe you will make it very far. So don’t cry: We’ll definitely meet each other again : ) Let’s go out for yam charz : D

You, for being a very awesome sister in need. You were one of the few people I first met as well, and I’m glad to have known you. We’ve had crazy moments, and some sort of bonding. You’ve got so much talent, and you’re really one of those great people to be with. So smile more often. Although we’re straits apart, I hope to meet you someday again : D Come back down to M’sia, hubby. You’re just pretty awesome.

You, for being the other brother I never had. I know I talked a lot when I first met you but hey, you’re talking more now! Aren’t you glad? You’re pretty critical over a lot of things but that’s a good point over you: You know what is wrong and what is right. I’m glad that you’re trying to achieve things and even more glad you’re staying over in this country : D We’ve had our fair share of erm… Hokkien-nonsense, drama-rolling and err…. Gosh, too many to name. You know what you’re doing, and hey, you’re still young: There’s so much more for you in life so enjoy it : D Stay happy. And don’t be so angry, ‘k? Angry blogs are haiyoooors : P

You, for being the pirate and the level-minded one. I’m glad to say you’re one of the few smart people that I do know, even though you can be pretty critical on your fellow men, you’re very fun to hang out with sometimes. You don’t talk a lot about yourself, so there’s not a lot I know about you. But you’ve been very helpful in a lot of things, and that I am grateful for : ) So keep up with everything you’re doing. And maybe I hope to see a much more less furstrated you in the near future : )

You, for being the big brother. I got to know you a little better during first year second term during a drama exercise together. You were pretty understanding and you’ve been a wonderful big brother, although a little pervish at times. It’s good to have known you. God bless wherever you’re going, dude.

You, for being the one who holds her ground. You were this gothic-pretty girl in the corner when I first met you, but of course, you were always so filled with smiles and it’s nice to hear you laugh. You’re very strong about your opinions that I would equavalate you to a mangrove tree; roots buried firmly to the ground that no storm or harsh wave can bend your will.  I foresee that you will rise above and do very well in this cut-throat industry; nay, not very well but excel in it! Good luck with where you go, girl and you gotta admit, you do have a cute Chinese name, hahahaha~

You, for being one of the youngest people I’ve ever known. You excel in a lot of things and you’re very good at many things too. Advertising is so you. I just hope to see you in a dress one day, though: Which I doubt will happen XD

You, for being one of the chirpiest and friendliest of the bunch. Wow. What can I say? When I first met you, you were always with these bunch of friends you were always with. But you’re one of the coolest people I know and you make really cute stuff. I wish you happiness and so much more in life. Glad you’ve decided to stay in college : )

Did I miss any Diedethians that graduated?

I don’t think I did though.
A lot of us are still here, taking our time : )

Diedethians.
For the wonderful times we’ve had
The laughs
The tears
Every single moment was precious
And I’m glad to have counted each and every one of them
I love you all loads :’ D

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to stop crying now.
Excuse the lack of content: I find it so hard to write sometimes.

I’ve been thinking over and over again about what this person wrote.
Like how he visualize and wrote about this perfect woman who is perfect in every manner, no flaws physically (Yes, that goes for body odors too) and emotionally…
BUT eligible. All praises goes to her. Wewt.

I’m sorry here, I have to disagree.
Does a woman have to be intellectually witty and inviting to be a stunner?
What if she has a horrible case of heliatosis but she’s really witty and smart?
Would you shun her away?

It’s pretty interesting that people like the outer layer of everything.
And if they’ve got a good outer layer, and maybe witty and smart, it’s like a whole package thing, right?
Buy a nice roast turkey and hey, you’ll have a perfect Thanksgiving!

Sometimes, I think what people fail to see most is the heart.
They pretend to be so absorbed and interested in your work but the fact that they think you can’t tell the fact they’re not interested is plain stupid.
Do you think that we are all blind to all these supposed ‘acts’?

It is strange. Who are you kidding anyway? : )

I’ll have you know this for sure, from my own experience.
Why many smart perfect women are still eligible.

Because they’re always searching for this vision of perfect Mr Right so hard that they don’t realize the one person they’ve been envisioning could just be that average Joe closest to them, who enjoys the wonderfully sweet Teh Ais from that neighboring mamak stall, drives a dented dull Myvi to work, holiday wardrobes filled with those old shirts from his days in highschool and campus but yes, with a very big heart and most of all, ready to learn.

So that answers your question.

And you wonder why so many women who aren’t really that pretty are scoring good men in the lives : )
What do they have that those perfect women don’t have, you ask?
The ability to discern and accept love when it comes and then, the process of learning about it : ) Simple mathemathics.

But yes, everyone has different sort of requirements for their own partner-search so… : )

Although I must admit it ticks me off sometimes that why perfect women are always envisioned as really god-like things with witty-smart creatures and physically beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous looks and most of all, FLAWLESS in every department.
Define beauty.
Define flawless.
Define perfection.

This is my ideal perfect woman, in my honest opinion.
She doesn’t have to have naturally good looks.
She doesn’t have to be flawless in her physical state, be it ‘senget’ stubby fingers or horrible armpit stenches.
She doesn’t have to be really super smart that she can quote out every damn line from Aristotle or the Communist Manifesto.
All she has to have is a great smile, a big heart and her radiating inner beauty that gravitates to her gradually.
This pretty much goes for the type of men I love too : ) But that’s just my tastebuds, so hahahaha.

Art is subjective. So is beauty.

We all like pretty-looking things but hey, we’re all human: Humans are perfection and imperfection at the same time : )

And please, do me a favor : )
If you’re not interested in my life, stop asking me about it. Don’t do it out of courtesy just because you feel ‘obliged’ to.
Save your ‘wonderful’ time for someone else. I’m not interested in entertaining all these lukewarm acts : )

That’s all about the things I’m going to write today.
Have been pretty busy and cranky of the late but hey, I’m happy when I’m not cranky with people : D

A tribute to my classmates of Batch 68 on my next update.
Gourd, I love y’all. Good night, Malaysia ; )

The Scientist – Avril Lavigne

It’s almost 6 years since then.
I’ve never regretted a day since I’ve met all of you.
And I hope this stays : ) Keep the faith alive, y’all.

Let’s have fun tonight at Michelle’s place ; )
Anyone’s got a black dress I can loan ;D ?