· The World I Imagine ·

Everyone Can Be Awesome

2011-06-12T23:31:00.003+08:00

...because being awesome is a choice.

Don't ever forget that.

I Must Quit, I Must Quit, You

2011-06-12T01:32:00.005+08:00

Still reeling from a jilted heart from 3 years ago, was it fair on her? Was it right of him? Why, she never asked. Closure, she never got. Remember, does he? 'Does he remember?', she often wonders.

Yet they hang around each other...still, like lost souls, existing without really living, talking without really meaning a single word they say. The hypocrisy shows, an observer can tell, passer-bys can see. Sitting across from each other, she sips on coffee while he blows air rings. Awkward silences fill the space between them, and yet...they still hang around each other. Out of boredom, perhaps. Out of loneliness, more so. But as we all know, misery loves company, and she found it in the both of them.

We Were From Another Summer

2011-05-25T23:55:00.005+08:00

Friendship shouldn't be this vicious, or revengeful.

Cold, like an early winter.

Why does selfishness prevail over selflessness?

Emotion over common sense?

Friendship should know not exclusion nor division.

It shouldn't feel this empty...

like a loveless marriage.

Your action and behaviour are met by sorrow and revulsion. I'm dazed and astounded by your altruistic ways and your conspicuous partiality. It is clear that your words are rubbish and like everybody else, you are a hypocrite.

Why do the nice people only appear nice until they are not??

Disappointed to say the least, but where do we go from here?

Move on or away?

Accept it or leave it?

Do I dare put an expiry date on this friendship?

Or are we already running on borrowed time?

Dejected & dispirited.

An apology would seem like a long shot. But these days, I expect nothing from you as you've made it clear that you're no longer dependable.

A close friend was what I once thought of you as. Now, I'm not sure.

I'm not sure of anything at all.

P/s: Where did our summer go?

I Want To Have A Bubble Bath

2011-05-17T20:55:00.003+08:00

My mum said that my writing seems "a bit affected". Thumbs down for being unsupportive of my creative work, mum.

Just kidding. I love my mum.

I just spent 30 minutes in the bathroom, sitting down on the non-slip tiles, lukewarm water streaming down the back of my neck, trickling down the side of my arms, down the front, over my breasts; held my head up and allowed the water to drizzle on my face. My skin was getting wrinkly but it felt good. Relaxing. Heavenly even.

I looked down and noticed a new mole sprouting. (Do moles sprout?)

And then, what seemed like an epiphanic moment, I realised, I could do with a bathtub.

Channeling Sue Sylvester

2011-05-14T16:38:00.002+08:00

I’ve made up my mind. I don’t like you very much. It’s not so much you per se, but your misfortune to bear an uncanny resemblance to someone I'd already despise. Yes, go ahead and blame your doppelgänger. However, your personality, from the way you talk to the way you behave uncannily parallels hers, which begs the question, HOW could God make the same mistake twice??

I won't apologize for my irrational (or rational?) dislike of you, or biased conclusions I’ve drawn against you. In fact, I demand an apology from you invading my space with your obnoxious presence and pompous arrogance.

What an unlucky night it was for me to have been invited to a soiree where I knew not even the star of the evening nor her friends, but only the host and hostess, who are my friends, who are great and black and all that, which is something that you never will be even if you tried. But don't. Don't. Even. Try.

This post really shouldn't come as a surprise to you.

What??

Haven't you heard??

I'm a *censored* bitch.

One last note, and do read closely and very carefully, either get a facial reconstruction or just keep your face out of my place!

Peace.

NOT a Rant

2011-04-28T22:04:00.006+08:00

You know what I don't get? People who write a rant but then fail cause their grammar is all over the place, hence the rant falling apart and whatever point they were trying to make becomes invalid. If you're one of them, yes, YOU FAIL.

*** ***

Funny how I would always dream about what my college days will be like when I was in high school, and what my working days will be like when I was in college, and what my future will be like...well, all the time. Yes, a girl daydreams a lot but the reality never quite turns out the same. Or maybe not yet. Career wise at least. Ah ha, this little girl ain't so little anymore. Who'd have thought this day would come, earning my own money and living on my own. Okay. Not quite. I still live with my mum but that really ain't so bad, especially when you're getting paid peanuts. Sometimes, I even wished I literally am. No I kid. Alas, the beginning of everything is always painstaking. This raring urge to climb the corporate ladder as fast as I can is becoming harder to quell. Yes, I've become more kiasu than ever and it's not even about working late. It's about working extra and producing more than that's expected of me. The whole work life balance is still pretty manageable for now but everyone has different priorities in life, and mine right now, is my career. So apologies if I always choose my work first before anything else, because I will.

Life's too short to do too little and not long enough to do too much. So we just do.

Peace.

Always & Forever ♡

2011-02-11T12:33:00.003+08:00

A picture's worth a thousand words;
but a greeting card, a thousand more.

ツ

Am I Ready?

2010-12-23T16:37:00.004+08:00

I don't know.

Are you?

Big leaps, big risks. With no safety net, a misstep would be more than just a blunder. It'd be a huge fall and a huge fall would leave more than just a bruise.

But you can't get up if you've not fallen. You couldn't have walked without first crawling. You wouldn't be here if you knew where you should be.

You can't always be prepared.

You can't always be ready.

There is no crystal ball for you to peek into the future.

You just got to pick up the cards you've been dealt with and make the best hand out of them.

Sometimes, it's not about making the right decision or the wrong decision.

It's simply just making one.

Because it's in the making of the decision that you learn you were ready.

...While Sipping on Wine

2010-12-23T00:36:00.000+08:00

What would you write about at this hour?

Blank slate. Blank mind.

Background music. Background noise.

I forget I can write. Better than most. Most that I know. Clearly not mixing with the "write" crowd.

Pressure. Low. High. None. Do you feel it? Not what I seek. Not what I need. Fear, on the other hand, can drive one to do the unimaginable. The unthinkable. The never thought possible, but achievable.

I'm a realist. An imaginist. A dreamer only when I'm asleep.

Because realists know better and dreamers only hope for better.

The real world awaits, with a plateful of politics and sour grapes.

The meeting of real people. The unfazed and the two-faced. The sincere and the queer. The rich and the bitch.

My nouveau chapitre begins now. And I will wait no more.

To be published. To be heard. Not be rubbished or be stirred.

This is my book. My story. My life.

So read between the lines...

Rmbr Rmbr

2010-10-10T23:11:00.000+08:00

10.10.10
A day that happens once a millennium should not be lived like every other day.

It’s a day to meet new friends
It’s a day to make amends
It’s a day to be grateful
A day to appreciate to the full
It’s a day to reflect
It’s a day to recollect
A day to romanticize
A day to fantasize
So make this day momentous
Make it bodacious
Make it anything unlike today.

That, I must remember.

Red Balloon FTW!

2010-10-10T01:43:00.005+08:00

'My something and something something something unhappy birthday.'
That's about how much Spanish I know.
But who cares what it says,
it's a RED BALLOON!

And btw,
HAPPY 10.10.10!

I Don't Run

2010-10-03T00:01:00.000+08:00

No.

I was wrong.

I binge.

I hate my life.

Greener. Blacker. Whatever.

2010-10-02T21:28:00.006+08:00

Every time I get this feeling of loneliness, I want to bolt. Run. Escape. To somewhere else, to some place far, to somewhere I feel I belong. A place where solitude doesn't exist and desolation is just a state of mind. A place where the lights shine brighter than the street lights of New York City. A place where dreams don't just seem possible but are.

We often say we can't help the way we feel but maybe we are fools to believe that. The moment we lose control of our feelings, they get the better of us and we become overwhelmed. Quite like standing on the beach when the waves come crashing in. Or in a room of a deserted, dilapidated building and the ceiling comes crashing down. Or in the middle of NYSE's traders floor and watching all the stocks go crashing.

Life's like that. More often than not, we get jumped when we turn a corner, we are caught off guard, unprepared to face the unexpected that's thrown at us. In a moment of panic, we do whatever our unconsciousness triggers us to do. A reflex. An impulse. A defence mechanism. Some cry. Some binge. Some commit suicide. I cut and run.

But maybe, it's about time to stop running from the unnerving and the awkward, stop thinking this unfamiliar feeling is familiar, stop pretending this lonesomeness is okay. Because only I know that it isn't. And only I know I can do something about it. And that is...

TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE and over to the other side.

Because it IS greener. Blacker. Whatever.

9018

2010-09-09T09:32:00.004+08:00

The last thing I was checking out online were Tiffany & Co. rings. I went to bed dreaming about going to the store, only to see a friend (let's name her Claire to avoid confusion) working there, and witnessed her pocket some earrings. *1st WTF moment* She showed me some rings but the scene gets fuzzy and transitions to another.

2nd Scene:
I'm now with another friend, Alice, at a mall of some sort. Outside the mall is a stage with a revolving platform. I've been here, in a previous dream. In the previous dream, I stood by the sides and watched yet another friend (we'll call her K-Mart) perform on stage. So this time I wasn't about to allow that to happen. Alice & I crashed the stage and we danced. It was fun. It was exciting. It was short lived. And this was why...

Next Scene: (Let's assume there's a platform that overlooks the stage from the 1st floor of the mall and that they had beefed up security on the ground floor of the stage and the stage's décor, be it a tree, or a circus tent, is as high as the 1st floor.)
Alice & I had climbed up the flight of stairs and are now on that platform. Alice is itching to crash the stage again and the only way is by jumping off the platform and onto the stage décor and sliding your way down onto the stage. (Let's now assume that the distance to jump is rather big.) I tried to dissuade Alice, but alas, she wouldn't listen as I saw her leap, and cling on to the décor for dear life. Her grip proved not strong enough and I watched her fall to her death. *2nd WTFOMFGBBQ moment*

9.05 am. I woke up.

I Want to be a Comician!

2010-09-08T01:32:00.005+08:00

Because I can't sleep.

***

We are comic heroes!

Places Look The Same, And We're the Only Difference

2010-08-01T03:00:00.003+08:00

Kinda sums up how I feel currently.

A piano acoustic version which I found really soulful. The singing, however, is mediocre. But still worth a listen.

If There's One Thing I've Learnt

2010-08-01T01:19:00.000+08:00

Let's just keep things short and sweet.

Oh, and if you have nothing nice to say, just shut the fuck up and have a lolly.

I Want to "Esc-a-pay"

2010-07-31T10:01:00.000+08:00

There's something about being 30 000 feet above sea level.

It's an escape from life, but not death.

And that's where I want to be.

For now.

30 000 feet above sea level.

I'm Sorry Too

2010-07-27T10:28:00.005+08:00

And despite everything, we remain the best of friends.

Re-experiencing History

2010-07-27T02:57:00.002+08:00

History repeats itself because it is allowed the time and space it had forgotten.

Or perhaps, Experience just wasn't a very good teacher.

I Need Distance

2010-07-14T03:58:00.000+08:00

I like the distance between us.

I need it...
to breathe easier
to appreciate you better
to love you more than I should
to sometimes forget you
to be able to miss you

I need the distance between us
for you to want to love me

I need the distance between us
for me to know you love me

I need distance from you
to be completely compos mentis

I'm A Dreamer

2010-07-13T00:53:00.002+08:00

I dance for laughter,
I dance for tears,
I dance for madness,
I dance for fears,
I dance for hopes,
I dance for screams,
I am the dancer,
I create the dreams.

I'm Okay

2010-07-12T20:29:00.001+08:00

These last 2 weeks have been anything but a dream. And no, I do not mean they weren't great. I mean exactly otherwise. Funny how we always assume dreams are perfect, cause they really aren't in reality.

***

I love my life. The reality of it. It's not perfect but I can live with that.

I will never have that perfect family portrait, but I'll be okay.

I will never have that perfect body, so I'll learn to accept what God has given me.

I will never smell the way you smell, and I'm glad I don't so I can appreciate your scent.

I will never be as close to you as I wish I could, but I guess distance makes the heart grow fonder.

I will never be the most feminine person, but I hope people will accept me the way I am.

I will never live the life of others I envy, and I think I'd rather not.

I love my life just the way it is, and I thank God for that.

KL State of Mind

2010-06-20T20:21:00.007+08:00

I used to worry about what other people think of me all the time.

But the truth of the matter is, everyone is too busy worrying about the same thing.

Flawed. Unmasked. Imperfect.

2010-06-19T02:51:00.002+08:00

I love being awake in the wee hours because the air feels crispier.

I love being awake in the wee hours because the sky looks prettier.

I love being awake in the wee hours because the stars become unashamed.

I love being awake in the wee hours because the atmosphere becomes more mystical.

I love being awake in the wee hours because my heartbeats are more audible.

I love being awake in the wee hours because the peace is imaginable.

I love being awake in the wee hours because the world doesn't know I'm awake.

I love being awake in the wee hours because it's when I can be me.

Filler #3

2010-06-09T21:57:00.000+08:00

I decided I am going to make it a habit to blog every day.

I'd be making up for lost posts.
I'd be honing my writing skills.
Maybe even be improving my fast deteriorating English.
I'd have something to do.
My brain won't atrophy.
You know...I'd almost forgotten I had a label called 'Filler Posts'.
Which is really convenient now that I've remembered of its existence so I don't have to mull over a title for this post.
God, I'm tired already.
My brain can't take this!
Too. Much. Thinking.
I am now brain dead.

Reasons Why I Do Not Belong in the Kitchen

2010-06-08T21:46:00.012+08:00

Exhibit A:

Need I say more?

There was this other time when I bought home Pasembur (a Malaysian Indian salad aka Indian rojak) and I spilled half the sauce onto the floor while attempting to get it open. I guess it didn't really matter whether I succeeded in untying the sauce packet when half of it would have gone to waste.

And now I crave for Pasembur.

P/s: In case you were still wondering, those were guava pieces scattered all over the floor. In my defence, the bag broke. (After I'd bounced it up and down really hard while trying to seal it tight with those string things.) So...NOT MY FAULT. Not entirely at least.

The Demise of Me [Foreward]

2010-06-04T15:04:00.006+08:00

I left a little part of me behind before I went. I lost a part of me while I was there. I found a part of me to fill the hole, and then I left behind that little bit of me I found.

And then I came home. Not different. Not new. Perhaps renewed. Perhaps even unsure of how to feel. But if there is one thing I am sure about, I think I need a new haircut.

Where am I?

The clock still ticks the same, milo ais still tastes the same, the malls still smell the same. The changing of gears seem more familiar, how can I forget the traffic, even the weather is its usual dreary self. It is almost like waking up from a dream, a 5-month-long dream, and waking up...to life. Everything so familiar, so routine, so synchronize, like clockwork.

But that is where the problem lies. It was not a dream. It was more than that, so much more. It was a dream come true. (God, how cliché can I get.) I was living a dream I dreamed; a dream where hopes were high and life was worth living. (Evidently more cliché than I had expected.) Oh, if you could only imagine.

Do not misjudge me however, I am anything but ungrateful. My family is my home and will forever be in my heart. But is it wrong to yearn for something more, something bigger, something better? Or maybe all this yearning is really just a yearning for escapism. To escape this shit hole I currently feel trapped in. Pinned to the ground with walls enclosing, I break out into cold sweats as claustrophobia gets the better of me. The air thins and I am left gasping, choking, dying. My only armament is the dream I dream, the only one thing holding my head above the water, pushing me to fight for my survival; the only thing keeping my hope afloat.

I clutch that dream tightly in my hand, like clutching a golden ticket to Utopia, afraid of ever letting go, afraid of letting it slip through my fingers. But honestly, I think what I am really afraid of, is letting myself go and never realising that dream. It is a terrible fear to have to bare on one's mind, because like a parasite, that fear leeches on you and sucks the life out of you. You become dry, barren, withered like an empty vessel, devoid of any emotion. You lose sight of who you are, of the things that matter around you, of the beauty in life.

Frustrated, I am quickly losing the plot. Immense pressure is building up as I continually fail to live up to my own expectations. Entrapped in a gas chamber, there I stood, and watched chemical gases fill the chamber. Catching my eye before I lose all consciousness, a pair of eyes looking inward from the outside, staring hard right at me. Eyes so full of disappointment, despondency and dismay. Eyes filled with such bitterness and sadness. Eyes bearing an uncanny resemblance to ones I have seen before. Those eyes...

...they were mine.

Yummy vs. Crummy

2010-05-29T11:56:00.004+08:00

There's something really sexy about...

Bruno Mars

Sex appeal, some people have it, while some

...just don't.
David Schwimmer

David Schwimmer-ish kind of guys are always going to be the 'Mr. Nice Guys', the "you're too sweet" guys, the ones girls will always like, and eventually fall for when showered with a generous amount of attention but easily get over, because they realise there never really was an attraction, but merely just an affection.

Dreaming a Life | Living a Dream

2010-05-23T06:45:00.006+08:00

Was it all just a dream within a dream?

Or was I simply living out a dream believing it's a reality I want.

Do I really want it?

Or do I only want it cause I like the idea of it?

Either way, it'll still be a reality far better than the one I am currently living.

I think.

I feel.

Maybe.

Who knows.

Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness

2010-05-22T01:56:00.004+08:00

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all

~Joni Mitchell

*** ***

I won't lie. I do miss it. Life in the States. Having had a taste of the American Dream, I now crave for it. I want to imagine it. I want to feel it. I want to live it. Every day.

It's funny how perceptions on life are ever changing throughout the course of one's life. I almost thought I found my purpose in life (this is a lie), what I wanted to do, what I wanted to be; but once again, I'm thrown into disarray. Scratching at my head, pulling at my hair, I feel more lost than ever.

I envy 'Them'. 'Them' who already have their career planned out, their whole life plan mapped out...on paper, or a napkin; whichever, I don't care. 'Them' so focused on their objectives. 'Them' so set on their life goals. 'Them'...so 'Them'.

It's depressing at the same time demoralising. Having stepped into adulthood, I cannot help but feel a sense of failure; the failure to achieve anything substantial in the past 21 years of my life. With another God-knows-how-long to live out, I want to live my life feeling a sense of accomplishment. The feeling of giving my best and succeeding. The feeling of knowing what 'gratification' and 'satisfaction' truly mean. I want to live a life I can look back on with no regrets.

I want to know I have lived.

*** ***

"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will."

~Chuck Palahniuk

From...To...

2010-05-21T12:55:00.000+08:00

Fahrenheit

Celsius

Cloudless blue skies

Cloudy grey ones

Yellow cabs

Red and white taxis

5am sun rise

7am sun rise

9pm sun set

7pm sun set

Miles

Cool breeze

Hot air

Subway

LRT

My baby Maddy

My stinky dogs

Beer pong

Osama

Soda

Soft drinks

Walmart

Giant

Napkin

Serviette

Halal food

Mamak food

I'm re-readjusting.

Home Sweet Home

2010-05-20T05:45:00.000+08:00

Guess who's back.

I touched down at 7.47am yesterday.

I feel numb. Currently.

The time is 5.43am.

But I don't believe that's the reason.

I'm trying to make my sentences as incoherent as possible.

5 months of non-writing does that to you.

Once in a blue moon postings do not help either.

I think I have succeeded. Writing incoherently, that is.

Getting behind the wheel after 5 months felt great.

Getting cock stared for beating an incompetent driver to a parking lot also felt great.

Yes, I am home sweet home.

When Lust Met Love

2010-04-15T14:43:00.004+08:00

Lust wills
and
love kills
***
It's always good in the beginning
until it all falls apart
***
Attraction
Seduction
Temptation
Satisfaction
·
Realisation
Contemplation
Deliberation
Decision
·
In that order.

And then there's the decision to not make one.
The non-decision.

Because either way...

lust wills
and
love kills

Desire

2010-04-12T23:06:00.003+08:00

Can you stop craving for something you never needed

...but only wanted?

The Cupid Shuffle

2010-04-05T00:04:00.001+08:00

And this is how you do it.

♪ To the right, to the right, to the right, to the right
To the left, to the left, to the left, to the left
Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick
Now walk it by yourself, now walk it by yourself

Reason for Being

2010-04-01T10:23:00.002+08:00

Because I should at least have 1 post a month. And so before March comes to an end...

*** ***

do not stop on tracks
or look between cracks
have your back against the wind
and walk towards the rising of the sun
where dawn breaks
and daylight speaks
your path illuminates
and your raison d'être...

elucidates

Losing My Pen

2010-02-08T19:43:00.005+08:00

I
NEED
TO
WRITE
OR
I'M
GONNA
LOSE
IT.

My mind, that is.

Where the City Meets the Sea

2010-01-29T02:08:00.000+08:00

If I've learned anything from this,
It would all be gone, it would all be gone
And I will take away your breath.
Just to turn me on, yeah you turn me on

Down where the city meets the sea
I sit and daylight speaks to me
She carries me away
Oh yeah...

I'll find my way
Would fall from grace
With the little piece of you that's left in me

But then it's 1, 2, 3 and you're back to me,
And all the pieces fit together oh so perfectly
Enough to take me home
Just take me home...

If I've learned anything from this,
It would all be gone, it would all be gone
And I will take away your breath.
Just to turn me on, yeah you turn me on.

We'll find our way
We'll leave this place
With the little piece of me that's left in you

But then it's 1, 2, 3 and you're back to me
And if you hear me loud and clear then what's the problem dear?
Why won't you take me home?

If I've learned anything from this,
It would all be gone, it would all be gone
And I will take away your breath.
Just to turn me on, yeah you turn me on.

Down where the city meets the sea
I sit and daylight speaks to me
She carries me away...

Just take me home
Why won't you take me home?

If I've learned anything from this,
It would all be gone, it would all be gone
And I will take away your breath.
Just to turn me on, yeah you turn me on.

Down where the city meets the sea
I sit and daylight speaks to me
She carries me away...

Down where the city meets the sea
I sit and daylight speaks to me
Yeah, daylight speaks to me...

Up and Away

2010-01-03T20:17:00.009+08:00

As many would know by now, I am finally in the States! I will do away with prefaces and unnecessary jargon and allow you to dive right into the journal of my life in the US to the A!

29 Dec 09, Wed:

Had what will probably be my last cup of Milo in a long time on the MAS flight to S'pore. Contented. On top of that, flight was real smooth.
Arrived in S'pore and killed time by facebooking, tweeting and chatting. Thank God for free WiFi! (Just as I am stealing WiFi now as well. Hee.)
Nearly missed our flight en route to Tokyo! cause I was fast asleep having had very little sleep the night before and Roz decided to grab a nap at 5am. Note: our boarding time was 5.05am. Flight was at 6am. Typically, she failed to hear her alarm but thankfully I woke up at 5.30am. Unsurprisingly, we were the last two to board.
Landed in Tokyo in the swiftest of time. Another smooth flight. Pilot was awesome. Sadly, didn't have time to explore Narita Airport as our connecting flight to Detroit was brought forward to 2.20pm (initially, scheduled to depart at 2.40pm). Despite that, we ended taking off at 3pm. FAIL. Mad bumpy flight. Still on it as I write this. I wonder what causes turbulence. [Written on the plane, 9.05pm Tokyo time.]
Finally landed. Half an hour later than expected arrival. Expected arrival time: 12.40pm. Landed: 1.10pm. By the time we alighted the plane and cleared through customs, it was almost 2pm. Rosanne and I had to declare our food. I had no problem. But Rosanne, she brought 'Bak Kua' which resulted in it getting confiscated. Anyway, our connecting flight to Miami was at 1.40pm and we clearly missed it. They put us on the last and only flight out from Detroit to Miami which wasn't scheduled to leave until 7.30pm. Another 5 hour wait at the airport. And Detroit was so cold. It was -4 degree Celsius when we landed. By evening, I believe it only got colder. I think due to the cold air, I felt really light headed. And my throat was so dry. Perhaps, dehydration from the long flights, although, I did drink plenty of water on the plane. Anyway, Rosanne and I napped to passed time.
Finally, we boarded the plane and it was snowing outside! Got to see snow but didn't get to touch. Oh well, I don't think I'd want to anyway. The air was freezing cold. Once again, our flight was delayed by 20 minutes or so, and we ended up arriving in Miami at 11pm. Was thankful we were staying with Roz's friend who was so nice to pick us up from the airport. His name is John and was really hospitable. Lent us his calling card. And drove us around. And even lent us the bus card so we could use the public transport.

31 Dec 09, Thurs:

It's New Year's Eve! John took us to Sawgrass Mills Mall, the 6th largest mall in the States and 2nd largest in Florid. Pretty darn huge indeed. I love the shopping here. Everything is so affordable. But of course, I haven't gone shopping frenzy yet. Only bought 1 shirt thus far. Coach here is cheap. Really cheap. That mall I just mentioned had a Coach factory outlet, however, designs weren't too nice. But I know Naples has a Coach factory outlet too. So will check it out some day. Rosanne and I had Taco Bell for lunch. The taco, the cheese, the sauce, combined to make a sinfully yummy and extremely fattening meal.
Next stop was Adventura Mall. The malls here are just as great as the ones in M'sia if not better! John just dropped us off as he had to rush off to work after that.
We were so dead beat though, having slept only at 5am the previous day. We walked about the mall looking like zombies. But our spirits were lifted slightly when we came across The Cheesecake Factory. Had their 30th Anniversary cake, which was mainly chocolate cheesecake. So delicious, I know my mum will surely love it! They only specialise in cheese cakes, hence the name. Despite sharing just 1 slice, Roz and I still couldn't finish the cake. Too satiated. Bluek.
When 5.30pm came around, we caught the public bus to head down to South Beach to celebrate NYE. I was so worn out, I fell asleep on the bus. It was a 1 hour bus ride. Mad long. it was cramped, dirty and uncomfortable. Ugh.
By the time we reached South Beach, the sun had set. We proceeded to walk the whole stretch of Lincoln Road. Very happening place. Plenty of eateries lined the street, mainly Italian food. Uber tempting but alas, they were kinda pricey so we steered away from them. The place reminds me of Clark Quay in S'pore.
It was reaching 10pm when we decided to walk down to Ocean Drive to count down cause we were told that's where we could catch fireworks.
Upon reaching, we knew Ocean Dr. was definitely the place to be. Practically, half of Miami's population were there. Every other road leading to Ocean Dr. was blocked so the whole Ocean Drive road was swamped by people. Once again, restaurants lined the road and extended their tables out onto the roadside. Every restaurant was packed. Every restaurant was loud. Every restaurant was colourfully lit.
We sat by the wall divider of the beach to rest as we had grown weary from all the walking, while waiting for time to pass. But an hour before midnight, Roz wanted to leave. I could tell she was dead tired, so I agreed to head as I too was feeling the lethargy. We reached a bus stop and a handicapped gave us the heads-up on which bus to take.
15-20 minutes passed, and still no bus in sight. The time was almost 11.40pm now and Roz changed her mind and decided to just stay back for the fireworks. After all, it was only 20 minutes more and we had already waited the whole evening. So what's another 20 minutes right? We bought ourselves a can of Budweiser each and headed back to the beach on Ocean Drive.
Witnessed one of the most spectacular display of fireworks. It was right smacked in our faces. It was certainly beautiful, standing on the beach looking out into the ocean with explosions in the sky. Happy New Year from Miami! =)
As the display of explosions ended, 3 semi-drunk guys came up to us, made small talk and tried to sweet talk us into going partying with them. Evidently, people in America have very loose morals. Quite unsightly actually. So anyway, I brushed them off and proceeded to walk back to the bus stop. After standing there for a good 10 minutes, I realised the bus we were supposed to catch does not pass by that bus stop anymore. So we had to walk back to Lincoln Street, back to the bus stop from where we got down.
After walking at least 3 blocks, we found out we were walking in the wrong direction and a group of locals helped point us back to the right direction. About a mile's walk or so. Did so much walking. But the weather was lovely, so you don't sweat and it doesn't feel all that tiring.
Finally, we found our way back onto Lincoln Road, and waited by the bus stop among a sea of people. It was almost a 20-minute bus wait. The only comfort I got from waiting was knowing there was a huge crowd waiting with us cause it seemed as though the bus was never going to come. So we finally managed to board the bus at 2.20am and it was packed like a can of sardines. Had to stand throughout the majority of the bus ride.
Again, another 1 hour ride back up to North Miami. Sigh. Tiring indeed. We got down at a bus stop on 170th street of North Miami and waited for about 10 minutes for John (Roz's friend) to pick us up. It was already 3.20am by then. Got home and washed up and had Maggi Mee for supper. Rosanne cooked. Hee.

1 Jan 10, Fri

Woke up by 10am to repack our bags. John dropped us off early at the Greyhound bus station to collect our bus ticket cause he had to go off to work . We thanked him and had to spend 2 hours waiting. So thus far, I've done lots of walking, and lots of waiting but only one helps me burn off the fats. Bus journey was about 3 hours though I didn't really feel it cause I managed to sleep the whole way through.
We arrived as scheduled, 5.05pm and one of the girls gave the person who was supposed to come pick us up a call. We found out we had to wait about an hour. It was drizzling slightly, and the wind was blowing. It was just mad freezing cold! Roz & I decided to walk over to the next building and found a pizza deli. Went in to have a bite to get out of the cold while the other girls decided to weather it out. 1.5 hours passed, and the girls finally gave in and came into the deli and sat down after calling back the guy and finding out they had to wait yet another 20 minutes. Hah.
So we were finally picked up at 7.30pm and we were dropped off at our apartment. A gated community. Couldn't really see much cause it was dark. But I am currently now typing this from my room, having being able to leech WiFi. The apartment is nice, cosy and spacious. However, the place is so new, the light bulbs haven't even been installed. They had to bring us lamps which we had to set up ourselves. Pfft. On top of that, we were only given a mattress, with no blanket, no pillow, no bed sheet, no nothing. HEEH. Don't know how I'm suppose to sleep tonight, but I guess I'll just have to rough it out. Heating is available but we're trying not to use it cause they only cover USD150 for electricity bills and USD75 for water bills. So yeah. That's all my updates thus far. [Written 1.09am US Eastern Time on Jan 2.]

Forever and Never

2009-12-29T00:20:00.010+08:00

Leaving for the States in less than 24 hours now. At the very least, I'm done packing after much procrastination and an earful of nagging from my mum that ultimately fell on deaf ears. Heh. What's left to do is of course, being typically Malaysian, some last minute shopping later today—12 hours prior to leaving. *Pats self on the back.*

Anyway, I just wanted to wish everyone well and a happy new year! It won't be long before 2010 rolls in and I'm excited! Somewhat. Ironically, I can't wait to come home from the States already. There are just too many things I'm going to miss. Firstly, my family. Secondly, my friends. Thirdly, being PRESS. Hee. But that said, there are many things I'd love to see in the States as well and visiting a different country is always eye opening and soul enriching. Oh god, mixed emotions, how I loathe them.

Ah...but then again I'm not leaving, I'm not going away, I'm merely just...journeying. ;)

So...

[WATCH]
[THIS]
[SPACE]

for my, more likely than not, delayed 'Updates from the States'!

Peace & love,
Ju

Bad X'mas Party

2009-12-20T23:01:00.002+08:00

I hosted a X'mas party last night, even made a lil speech which no one took seriously. Pfft.

Anyway, if there's one thing I learnt from last night's party, never theme your party "BAD" cause something is bound to go seriously...BAD. Like car roof crack bad. Huhu.

But aside from the unfortunate car mishap, everyone who came made the X'mas party really BAD ass! Rawr! And I trust everyone had a really good time. I hope. ;)

Special phrases for the night (as summed up by Mei Vern):

forever and ever
rar-rar-rar-ah-ah...
"have fun"
osama
lick/suck
FML/FMLT/OMG/WTF
MONASH
CRACK!

Merry X'mas!

Xoxo,
My name is JU. And YOU...were at my HAUS!

No Vowels Day

2009-12-20T22:26:00.002+08:00

In honour of Vowels and all that they've done to enable us to assemble words, today will be declared No Vowels Day as we grant them a day off.

*Update: This post should have actually been like this:

n hnr f Vwls nd ll tht thy'v dn t nbl s t ssmbl wrds, tdy wll b dclrd N Vwls Dy s w grnt thm _ dy ff.

But I didn't think anyone would be able to understand.

The City Lights

2009-12-17T01:17:00.003+08:00

If you see me at midnight
Walking the streets
You'll know it's me for I cannot sleep
I've pushed away the dreams
And spoiled the quiet
I'm propelled by fear
And not the righteous

So have you been to a place like this?
To see your breath as it paints against the sky
The fever is near
I wish you were here

I'm thinking ambitious
I've got this feeling things will be alright
So go break a leg now
Been given the green light
So go entertain them
They're waiting for you
They're waiting for you

So have you been to a place like this?
To see your breath as it paints against the sky
Feeling so right and things will run
The fever is near
I wish you were here

Write Art

2009-12-17T01:01:00.001+08:00

I am an artist.

That's what I see myself as. What I think , what I say, what I write, I do it imaginatively.

I am an artist.

It's what I know to be. What I think, what I say, what I write, I do it inspiringly.

I am an artist.

What I think, what I say, what I write—everything—is creatively thought, methodically processed.

I am an artist.

And I can never be truly satisfied.

Because it's who I am.

I am...an artist.

A Man of Words and Not Deeds

2009-12-14T11:46:00.002+08:00

A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds
And when the weeds begin to grow
It's like a garden full of snow
And when the snow begins to fall
It's like a bird upon the wall
And when the bird away does fly
It's like an eagle in the sky
And when the sky begins to roar
It's like a lion at the door
And when the door begins to crack
It's like a stick across your back
And when your back begins to smart
It's like a penknife in your heart
And when your heart begins to bleed
You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.

Meet-Cute

2009-12-11T13:08:00.013+08:00

sitting down
looking up
zoning out
getting bored

he walked out
towards me
sheepish smile
geeky grin
asked

talked
laughed
delight
shared
joy
exchanged
names
a handshake
goodbye
wave
and smile

wondered...
will we meet-cute again?

The Undomestic Lady

2009-12-09T18:26:00.006+08:00

So I had set out to cook sun-dried tomato pasta today only to fail to find the main ingredient. On top of that, I got lost in Giant. AND...I spotted 3 small cockroaches. UGH. That's more than enough reminders in a day as to why I don't do grocery shopping.

Yes, it does seem "almost" ridiculous that I'm even using a trolley.

Anyway, until I manage to find sun-dried tomatoes, my domestication shall be put on hold. Oh, only quite happy to, if I should add. =)

On The Run

2009-12-07T20:28:00.001+08:00

Catch me if you can.

Find Your Jesus · Find Your Kubrick

2009-12-03T14:06:00.011+08:00

...cause in you I've found my freedom.

Not Ever Again

2009-12-02T23:48:00.006+08:00

Oh the twisted tales they tell
The words they fail to spell
The vicious lies they spread
Losing myself I slowly dread

Half believing yet not buying
Those fabrication of the truth
They make my heart turn bad
Turning me into a sleuth

Like straw spun to gold
I don't know how they do
My words became cold
But only towards you

You bring out the horror in me
One I hate to see
You've pushed me to my tipping point
Oh how you've disappoint

With my dignity still in tact
We will never go back
Your shallow thoughts and uncouth ways
You will forever have to pay

Ironically I must say
Much I have learnt
About your gay ways to your current
But I will never be led astray

Not ever again.

My Mind's Made Up

2009-12-02T23:31:00.006+08:00

Ifyoureallymustknow,Ihaveyoutwirledaroundmyfinger,playingyoulikehowIplayfbpoker.Withoutasinglecarefortheworld.Becauselikefbpokerchips,youareasfakeastheyfeel.Whatapity.Whatashame.Andyouthoughtyouhadeverythingallfiguredout.*Scoffs*Pusspuss.

Awake at 3

2009-11-21T03:19:00.011+08:00

I was in bed by 10.37pm. Read a few pages of 'The White Tiger' before my eyes grew tired and I was fast asleep by 11.43pm. I did not look at the time, so perhaps it could have been 11.33pm or 11.53pm, but it was definitely before midnight. That, I am sure of.

3 hours 36 minutes and 3 mosquito bites later, here I am. Wide awake. At a time where most people my age have not even gone to bed yet, I have just awoken. Awakened, to be precise. At a time like this, it does not pay to save the environment cause now I rue the mistake of not turning on the air cond earlier. The cold air could have prevented those mosquito bites, and well, I could still be asleep. Oh, if only.

I get that my posts this year have been thin on the ground, but it takes an effort for me to write about something, or let alone anything. I need to feel the passion. I need to be inspired. I need to be affected.

See, if only I was A political writer, I would have too much to write about, it might border on spam. Thankfully but perhaps unfortunately, I am pretty apolitical. They say it is hard to be apolitical in this country, but I say, anything is possible. Hah. No, I kid, but only about the latter cause I am honestly not very affected by the politics that go on in this country. Every day, political news headline our local newspapers and after 365 days of reading the same headlines, or a variety of them, you become immune. Like the row of advertisement boards lined up on both sides of the road to KLIA, do you actually take note of them still...or did you ever? I am apolitical, but only because I feel we have no voice. A squeak, maybe. Not a voice, especially given the latest unrest in our political party.

They say we are the movers and shakers. They say we are the leaders of tomorrow. They say we are the future generation. But how can we possibly be when there seems to lie no path of the future. Can we really trust anything they say in this country? Or maybe I need an interpretor to comprehend the impartial and unprejudiced policies, the fair and unbiased budget plans, the competent and efficient constituency. Or maybe I just need the 'M****sian Politics for Dummies' book.

3 Prime Ministers later and I have witness change. Change that is hard to ignore even if you were blind...or apolitical. But are they for the better?

Let me finish reading the book and then I will let you know.

Andre Fagassi

2009-11-10T09:39:00.003+08:00

If you want to continue being in the limelight, keep playing tennis, do some charity work or maybe start your own wig line. Not write a book and reveal a lifetime of lies.

From hero to zero.

Luck & Intuition

2009-11-02T23:58:00.009+08:00

I knew it was going to be a good day when we managed to find parking just round the bend of the US Embassy.

I knew it was going to be a good day when we spotted our agent’s car.

I knew it was going to be a good day when Roz nearly slipped on the mossy pavement. Hohoho. Just kidding.

I knew it was going to be a good day when the metal detectors didn’t sound when we walked through them.

I knew it was going to be a great day when the pigeon hole to store our belongings was No. 28!

I knew it was going to be a great day when the time printed on our ticket number showed 8:28am!

I knew it was going to be a good day when we waited at most only 28 minutes before our numbers were called to go into the next room.

I knew it was going to be a good day when we didn’t get Counter 3.

I knew it was going to be a good day when we got Counter 6.

I knew it was going to be a good day when we got a male interviewer.

I knew it was going to be a good day when Roz turned around to give me a smirk before the end of her interview.

I knew it was going to be a great day when the interviewer started typing away before he questioned me.

I knew it was going to be a greater day when Gerry (our interviewer) chopped my visa application form.

Because as it turned out, it was indeed a glorious day as our visas were approved!

Now here's to...
♥ ♥

Imagine ☮

2009-10-27T10:27:00.018+08:00

She is simply merveilleux. I imagine John Lennon would be proud of this cover. Personally, I felt she did the song justice, and for a great cause too. And I think it's a great homage to the legendary and most talented Beatle.

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
And only Matthew in the sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day that you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

People of the nation
Are you listening
It isn't equal if it's sometimes
I want a real democracy
Imagine all the people
Could love equally

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
Just a brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

With nothing to hate
Nothing to think
Just people in love and
Friends to heartbreaks

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day that you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

Live. Life. Love.

2009-10-25T14:18:00.008+08:00

Oh...it's that time of the year again, and hopefully, it'll be the last of it. No, I'm not talking about my period. Nor am I menopausal. I'm talking about the dreaded examination period. Loathe it, loathe it, loathe it! Hate the stress it brings. Hate the chilly late nights in the library it puts me through. Oh for ***'s sake, what's there to like?? I digress.

What I actually really (Is one of the words redundant? Heh.) wanted to say is...we can't like everything about everyone. Because you and me, we are the same. Human on the outside, broken on the inside. We are all running the rat race, racing...wanting...hoping, to get fixed. And sometimes, we get so caught up in this endless, self-defeating, pointless pursuit of wealth, prestige and power, we soon start to forget...about the things that bring us tears, and the things that bring us fears; about the things that bring us joy, and the things that keep us coy. We forget about the people we care. We forget about the people we have. We forget about the people we love. We simply forget.

But in simply forgetting, we will come to realise, it is the people we are blessed to have in our lives and the ones we have chosen to keep that make us whole, that make us beautiful, that make our lives, worth living.

La vita è bella.

So, memento vivere.

☮

For Simply Existing

2009-10-14T10:18:00.004+08:00

I haven't been updating my blog, but it is with good reason.

I haven't been inspired.

***

Life, which I have imagined to be a cup of vanilla ice cream with chunks of Oreo cookie, and semisweet chocolate chip cookie dough, and pecan nuts, with a twirl of caramel. Life, which I have pictured to be deck chairs lying on a beach, on an endless stretch of white smooth sand, looking out into a sea of clear blue waters, with gentle waves beating the shore at rhythmic intervals. Life, which I have thought so beautiful, has not been a pretty picture of late. No, it isn't my own life, but rather, the life of others around me, which I am fortunately, or unfortunately apart of; the life of others around me that have painted clouds of grey and waves of violence on my picture of Life. My Life. Tainted.

I have come to conclude, after careful observation, that people (Perhaps I am being too general. And perhaps, even a little too kind.) ~~of late~~ ~~of our generation~~ of my generation have pretty loose moral values, or none of them. A dreadful living society my generation has become. Tragic, to be more precise. It is a living society that is filthy and unhealthy. A living society that I am disgusted of and revolted by, for haplessly being in its presence; for ill-fatedly existing in this lifetime. Oh, fml.

Being a Christian once before, it would be so easy to blame the institution of the church, or religion in general, for the "deterioration" of people, especially having had a personal encounter with one of those people before. A personal encounter that struck a chord, deep within my core. It is them I blame for my lost of faith in Christianity. Them, who attend church and still find it in themselves to commit acts of loose morals. Them, who attend church only to tarnish its reputation it has spent an eternity building. Them, are people not fit to be called humans. I am harsh and yet I am no saint. But at least, I do not disguise the fact that I am not one for I am not a hypocrite.

And I would hate to have to ever meet one of them ever again.

Or maybe, just maybe, I already am in the presence of them for simply, just simply...existing.

At You I Sigh

2009-09-07T04:13:00.001+08:00

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all that we will know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you and I sigh.
~William Butler Yeats

No Reply

2009-09-04T02:31:00.003+08:00

Nothing irks me more than non-replies.

Where is the fucking courtesy in people these days??

The fact that people feel reluctant to call/text others on a different telco line from them is just pathetic and cheapskate.

To think people would rather stinge on 15 cents (or even 5 fucking cents) than reply a text pisses me off. Actually, it makes me really sad knowing that I'm not even worth 5/15 cents. And omg, we're speaking in terms of Ringgit Malaysia! Geezus Christ!

Fuck calls/texts. Even emails. Emails that don't even cost a cent to send (pun not intended), and people can't even make a bloody effort to reply.

Oh just ftw.

Fight Club

2009-08-22T02:44:00.008+08:00

Am I suppose to fight the fight?

After all, how much can I know about myself if I've never been in a fight?

I Wanna Take A Ride on Her Disco Stick!

2009-08-20T01:11:00.009+08:00

Let's take a break from my personal ramblings and onto happier things.

For those who don't read my tweets or visit my facebook profile or give a damn, I still want you to know...

Moments to take note of: 5:47, 6:29 & 6:36

I'm the bitch who caught the stick.

=)

ELIMINATE

2009-08-19T22:22:00.003+08:00

Do me a favour and push your own button.

Shakeable Foundation

2009-08-18T19:10:00.004+08:00

I can't remember when it started,
or how it started or even why.
But it is now too obvious to remain oblivious,
or to even stay in denial.

'It' has been shaken, not stirred.
Shaken.

The space between us is filled
with cold air and awkwardness.

This was not what I foresaw.
This was not what I expected.
This was not what I intended.

But this is perhaps the final straw,
for it is time for me to quit hoping and just
...let go.

Cliché Much?

2009-08-15T13:44:00.004+08:00

I can't do it. Not the second time around. So this is my temporary goodbye to you; and my apology. Because it's not you, it's me. JOMG. How cliché is that? But it's true. Heh.

Lenka's Show

2009-08-02T04:02:00.004+08:00

So who's attending her show(case) later at 1 Utama?

I know I am.

♪ Cause I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
la la lala la la...la lala la la la la...
And I'll just see you there...... ♪

=)

Someone Told Me...

2009-08-02T03:40:00.002+08:00

"Sex is like politics. You label yourself, republican, democrat; straight or gay. And then one day, you cross party lines because you have a strong feeling about a particular candidate, and then you don’t know what you are."

My Blueberry Nights

2009-07-27T19:51:00.007+08:00

It was closing time. But there she stood, outside the café, looking dazed and feeling lost. She stood there for quite a while, before she walked in again. "I need someone to talk to," she said and sat down.

"Guess I'm just looking for a reason."

"Well, from my observations, sometimes it's better off not knowing.
And other times, there's no reason to be found."

"Everything has a reason."

"It's like these pies and cakes.
At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone.
The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished.
But there's always a whole blueberry pie left untouched."

"So what's wrong with the blueberry pie?"

"There's nothing wrong with the blueberry pie.
It's just, people make other choices.
You can't blame the blueberry pie.
It's just no one wants it."

They wore the night out, eating the leftover pies. Him—probably an apple pie, and her—a blueberry pie with a scoop of ice-cream.

***

Watch the movie.

Before Twitter...

2009-07-25T03:44:00.004+08:00

Before Twitter...
I had a blog.
I had a life.

After Twitter...
my blog nearly died,
and so did I.

Respect My Right

2009-07-25T01:46:00.000+08:00

I am a private person.

I am not the type who washes my dirty laundry in public. I am not the type who hangs my undergarment on the balcony for the wandering eyes of passing drivers. (Not that I live in an apartment that faces the highway.) I am just not the type who discusses family matters to anyone or anywhere as I feel family matters are private matters. Although when asked, I would share. Nonetheless, not a topic I would use to start a conversation. But anyway, that's beside the point. The point is, I am a private person.

And most of the time, I do not probe into other people's life. What "people" choose to share with me, I accept and respect. When they choose to share their joy with me, I'd be thankful. When they choose to share their tears with me, I'd be honoured. When they choose to share their laughter with me, I'd be gleeful. When they choose to share their food with me, I'd be ecstatic! Okay, let's not deviate from the main topic.

The crux of the matter is (not sure where I'm going with this, but just stay with me), I am a private person and I want my privacy to be respected.

Speaking of respect, it's hard to get one from anybody these days. "People" hardly value other people's opinion. Everyone wants to make a point. Everyone wants to be heard. Everyone wants to be RIGHT. And of course, I don't exclude myself. I believe, everyone LIKES to be RIGHT. But when you're wrong, you're just...wrong.

There lies a difference between making a point with conviction and making a point with condemnation. Confidence versus arrogance. The line is fine, but it exists, and hence, should not be crossed. With that said, we are human and hardly any of us have self-actualised to be that selfless. We are all too consumed by our own needs and too self-absorbed to care for others. The fact is, WE are too egocentric to agree to disagree.

So I ask, how can the world ever be a better place?

Ode

2009-07-22T03:59:00.002+08:00

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy, 1844–1881.

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities.
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion art empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample in empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

Dead Poet

2009-07-22T03:09:00.003+08:00

I'm bored with life.

I need new excitement.

I need new thrills.

Or perhaps, I just need a little taste of death.

After all, in the midst of death, we are in life.

I Actually Miss Writing

2009-06-01T13:04:00.001+08:00

And I don't mean 140 characters long writing. Cause as much as I like twitting, a lot, I really do miss writing a little more than a few 140 characters long sentences to make up a paragraph.

Not being confined to a space of 140 characters gives me the abundance of writing freedom and creativity. To écrire (write). To scribble. To bs.

But like in all superhero movies, there's always an enemy, a villain that will get in the way. And for me, the only person standing between me and my writing is Procrastination. And occasionally Writer's Block. And I am equipped with only myself to fight them off, which is proving, as you can judge from the frequency and length of my published posts thus far, to not be very successful. Me, myself and I do not suffice. I am losing this epic battle and I need backup!!

The ease of twitting is making it very hard for me to swing back into my writing groove as twitting requires almost no effort or thinking. The only cognitive process that might take place when twitting is the time spent mulling over how to shrink your tweet when you've exceeded the character count.

But maybe, just maybe, I might have caught the writing wave again. And I'm gonna try to ride it for as long as I can without falling off my surfboard.

Peace!

p/s: I've always wanted to try surfing.

Meh

2009-05-13T21:39:00.001+08:00

Blog resuscitation FAIL sial!

I Think It's About Time I Revive This Blog

2009-05-10T13:53:00.002+08:00

It's amazing how Twitter has caught on. Almost revolutionary in fact.

What I find amazing and annoying about Twitter is its 140-character space limit. It keeps the gist and rids the jargon. Because sometimes, the trueness of things comes in the simplest forms of words like I love you. Or 'simply' put, I ♥ u. Or 'simpler' put, ily. But as Albert Einstien once said, everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler...because the simple and unassuming manner of life is best for everyone, for both the body and the mind.

Lily Allen

2009-04-13T00:03:00.009+08:00

Because she's starting to grow on me.

Are You Bovvered?

2009-04-12T18:55:00.007+08:00

Anyone who loves the "Brit.ish" accent or "Brit.ish" humour will surely love this.

Hilarious, init??

She is well farny!!

How About This For An Album Title

2009-04-12T12:27:00.013+08:00

Artist: Soulwax
Album title: Most of the remixes we've made for other people over the years except for the one for Einstürzende Neubauten because we lost it and a few we didn't think sounded good enough or just didn't fit in length-wise, but including some that are hard to find because either people forgot about them or simply because they haven't been released yet, a few we really love, one we think is just ok, some we did for free, some we did for money, some for ourselves without permission and some for friends as swaps but never on time and always at our studio in Ghent.

Or this...

Artist: Chumbawamba
Album title: The Boy Bands Have Won, and All The Copyists and The Tribute Bands and The TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture To Be Shaped By Mimicry, Whether From Lack Of Ideas Or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try To Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother’s Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don’t Just Regurgitate Creative History, Or Hold Art And Music And Literature As Fixed, Untouchable And Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try To ‘Guard’ Any Particular Form Of Music Are, Like The Copyists And Manufactured Bands, Doing It The Worst Disservice, Because The Only Thing That You Can Do To Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It’s Over, Then It’s Done, and The Boy Bands Have Won.

After over 700 characters of text and 150 over words, Chumbawamba were finally finished...and satisfied. After all, they are the current record holder of the longest title for a major label album. They must be proud.

Artist: George Clinton
Album title: Hey Man... Smell My Finger

"We'd rather not..." (NME, 2009)

Artist: Marnie Stern
Album title: This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That

Well, least it has a nice rhyme.

Artist: REO Speedwagon
Album title: You Can Tune a Piano but You Can't Tuna Fish

If I can't tuna fish, then I guess I'll just eat it.

Artist: Will Smith
Album title: Big Willie Style

"What was he trying to imply, exactly?" (NME, 2009)
Don't we all wonder...lol!

Artist: Leonard Cohen
Album title: Ten New Songs

"Laughing Len gets no marks for effort." (NME, 2009)

Artist: Nelly Furtado
Album title: Whoa, Nelly!

"Just makes us think of elephants on the loose." (NME, 2009)
They might have been making reference to Nellie the Elephant. Either way, it's hilarious!

These were some of the titles that made the list of '50 Worst Album Titles in History'. Any objections?

Too Wordy of Twitter

2009-04-12T10:37:00.005+08:00

I was blaming my cousin for my indecisiveness—upon which she responded, '...we are so great at everything, that it is difficult to choose what to do!'

Hear, hear.

Monash Music Festival

2009-04-11T09:47:00.004+08:00

COME

cause I'll be there.

:)

p/s: For more details, click on the smiley. Or you can just ask me.

2009-04-09T23:43:00.001+08:00

And tomorrow never came...

2009-04-08T15:52:00.001+08:00

I promise you
an update
tomorrow
so don't hate

Genesis Chapter 1

2009-04-04T16:21:00.003+08:00

¹ In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.

² The earth was without form, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.

³ Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light.

It's almost like magic. Don't you think?

Incommunicado

2009-03-29T23:52:00.001+08:00

I texted my dad in the afternoon asking him if he'd be going to the club (No, not a night club.) cause I was itching to play 'ping pong'.

He replied 45 minutes later with a text that read: "Daddy in Saudi". (Hey, that rhymes!)

If there's one word to describe my family, it's 'dysfunctional'.

It's Earth Hour

2009-03-28T20:32:00.003+08:00

Turn off your lights
and
save the earth.

Make the world a better place,
for you and for me.

:)

Quickie

2009-03-22T01:52:00.023+08:00

My team (Manchester United babeh!) just lost. (But thankfully, so did Chelsea. And hopefully, Liverpool, tomorrow.) Again. Suffering back-to-back losses. First time since...2005? Idk. I don't keep track of silly statistics like that.

My friend has been having a nagging sore throat for weeks.

Another friend is ill.

And, perhaps, having been hanging out with them both too much, I've caught the bug, which couldn't have been at a better time considering that I have a presentation on Monday and an assignment due on Wenesday. (For those who are still wondering, yes, I'm being sarcastic.)

Earlier in the week, I lost my Monash Student Diary. I'm still incredibly upset about it. Will someone please get me a new one. I'm begging.

My friend recently got a parking fine and lost his phone on the same day. Worst part—the phone ain't exactly his. (He and a friend, who is also my friend, exchanged phones.) Although, there may not necessarily be a losing end in this predicament. My friend would be somewhat glad that it isn't his own phone he had lost while my other friend, who is the one whose phone was actually lost, has been using a new phone, not my friend's phone (duh), even before my friend lost his phone. (Did I lose you? That was my intention.)

An-(completely different)-other friend but the same one I had afore mentioned about having a nagging sore throat, on the other hand, lost his wallet. Before that, his phone broke down. And before that, the windscreen of his car shattered. AND BEFORE THAT...nah...I'm kidding. Or at least I don't know anymore. But it's bad enough as it is.

Interestingly, I read a 2009 Chinese zodiac forecast (way before any of these misfortunes happened) which projected that Dragons and Snakes will suffer "unexpected financial losses". Heh. (It should be obvious that the reason why I mentioned the year of the Dragon and the Snake are because my friends were born in either one of those years. Myself included.)

That really sums up my week, doesn't it?

Light Off

2009-03-19T22:12:00.005+08:00

Natasha Richardson
11/5/1963 – 18/3/2009

I'm deeply shocked and saddened by the news of her passing.
I find it strange myself that I'm mourning the death of someone I personally do not know. And to be honest, I have perhaps only caught two of her movies. One of which being 'The Parent Trap' and the other, I can't even recall. But it is 'The Parent Trap' that I would have the fondest memory of her. The fondest and sole memory, considering it is the only movie of hers that I can remember. Nonetheless, it was one of my favourite movies at that time, and in fact, it probably still is. The character she portrayed in that movie was a figure of poise and elegance and with a British accent to boot, I could not have been more in awe of her now than I was at the tender age of 10. Her grace, class and sophistication will how I'll forever remember her by.

UGH!

2009-03-15T22:36:00.005+08:00

If I could, I'd choose to exterminate all the cockroaches and the lizards in the world.

They reduce me to tears.

Out of fear.

And I hate it!

I practically have a lil lizard living out of my desk...since yesterday.

I don't have the heart to kill it thus I gave it the benefit of the doubt that it would go away by today but it hasn't. So now I feel it's taking advantage of me.

And I am NOT happy.

*Update: Lil lizard was exterminated.

Dream

2009-03-10T00:05:00.010+08:00

It's a great song save the element of the harmonica.
And her horrible haircut.
As my friend so aptly describes it,
"it's like she gave a pair of blunt scissors to a visually impaired friend".

I was a little girl
Alone in my little world
Who dreamed of a little home for me
I played pretend between the trees
And fed my house guests bark and leaves
And laughed in my pretty bed of green

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing
I had a dream

Long walks in the dark
Through woods grown behind the park
I asked God who I'm supposed to be
The stars smiled down on me
God answered in silent reverie
I said a prayer and fell asleep

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree
I had a dream

Now I'm old and feeling grey
I don't know what's left to say
About this life I'm willing to leave
I lived it full and I lived it well
There's many tales I've lived to tell
I'm ready now
I'm ready now
I'm ready now
To fly from the highest wing

I had a dream

Tickled

2009-03-09T23:53:00.003+08:00

The first thing that made me laugh this morning was knowing that my mum now owns a pair of futsal shoes.

What made it funnier was the fact that I had picked it out for her.

In fairness, I had no idea those shoes were meant for futsal until she showed me this . How am I suppose to know la?! They looked like ordinary trainers! Well, least they are comfortable, right mummy dearest?

The second thing that made me laugh:
My mum asked me if I thought she had good dress sense. Before I even managed to reply, she was quick to answer "I think I dress very well. Don't you think so?".

My mother boasting her dress sense to me. In other words implying I have none.

The third thing that made me laugh:
Roz and I met up to do our income tax law homework today. On a public holiday. I'm still quite amazed by our accomplishment. In the midst of calculating figures...

Me: What's 98000 minus 70000?
Roz: 22000!

I probably shouldn't fail to add that my dear friend is an accounting and banking & finance major.

And finally the fourth:
I spotted this old toy lying in a basket among other junks. I picked it up and Zelda immediately showed interest. (It rattles!)

Me: Mama, can I give this to Zelda?
Mum: No.
Me: Why not? Who'd you buy it for then??
Mum: For myself.

I find my mother so hilarious sometimes.

The Plan Was Sound

2009-03-09T09:13:00.004+08:00

"We all start every day and promise ourselves we're going to be better. The problem is in the execution."

Mr.A-Z

2009-03-05T01:33:00.005+08:00

Because I'm learning to be a stalker...

Oh I'll make a fine paparazzi!

2009-03-04T13:00:00.004+08:00

Mraz babeh!

=)

Poems Found in Singapore Toilets

2009-03-03T21:05:00.005+08:00

A budding poet trying his best...
Here I lie in stinky vapor,
Because some bastard stole the toilet paper,
Shall I lie, or shall I linger,
Or shall I be forced to use my finger.

Before he graduated to be a poet, he wrote this...
Here I sit
Broken hearted
Tried to shit
But only farted

Someone who had a different experience wrote:
You’re lucky
You had your chance
I tried to fart,
And shit my pants!

Perhaps it’s true that people find inspiration in toilets.
I came here
To shit and stink
But all I do
Is sit and think

There are also people who come in for a different purpose…
Some come her to sit and think,
Some come here to shit and stink,
But I come here to scratch my balls,
And read the bullshit on the walls.

Toilet walls also double as job advertisement space…
Written high upon the wall:
If you can piss above this line, the Singapore Fire Department wants you.

Ministry of Environment advertisement:
We aim to please!
You aim too! Please.

On the inside of a toilet door:
Patrons are requested to remain seated throughout the entire performance.

And finally, this should teach some a lesson…
Sign seen at a restaurant:
The hands that clean these toilets also make your food…please aim properly.

When You Could Really Do With A Laugh

2009-02-28T13:18:00.001+08:00

Lost in Comprehension

2009-02-27T04:18:00.017+08:00

To you & you

It's 4:05 in the morning and I can't sleep because of the ~~conversation~~ interrogation that took place two days ago. I'm only human and it will take me days or weeks perhaps before I get over it.

I am still embroiled in rage although I may not outwardly express it. The second part of your interrogation was absolutely uncalled-for and it threw me off guard. I was completely blind-sided and up to this point cannot fathom the reason for the need of both of you to question me that way.

To judge me on the few incidents you both were not accustomed to seeing was hurtful, to say the least. I still believe you both blew things entirely out of proportion and questioned my behaviour in the most inappropriate way.

Both of you put me in a vulnerable state and that was mean-spirited and unkind. I felt under attacked, disparaged and victimised. How could you both possibly do something like that and especially when one of you have been in the same position you just placed me in before??

Comprehension escapes me.

I could try and understand that you both did it with my best interest at heart, but the way things were carried out, your true intentions clearly did not show. God gave you both a brain each. So please, think before you speak. I know that both of you are smokers, but I don't believe the cloud of smoke that hovered around you both had anything to do with the incapability of your brains to function that day.

Pull off another stunt like this and I can assure you I would not let it slide so easily, nor would I be so forgiving. As a matter of fact, I am still awaiting an apology from one of you, and it had better be soon before my hostility towards you is aroused.

My patience is wearing thin and annoyance is starting to build up in me.

Yours truly,
J.

p/s: I trust you both to understand that my anger is beyond justified.

Filler #3

2009-02-25T11:59:00.005+08:00

I've slept for more than 12 hours today which is fairly unusual as I rarely get more than 8 hours of sleep. And I've not stepped out of my room since waking...until now.

Needed to pee. Heh.

So I'm bored...can't you tell?

* * *

I'm slightly comforted by the fact there's still some civilisation left in this world.

When Peeping Tom Looked Up

2009-02-23T00:44:00.001+08:00

I tagged along with my mum to Petaling Street last Saturday for the secondary purpose of taking pictures. Well, sole purpose was of course to accompany her although I think she hardly needed my company considering she was meeting up with her fellow friends to go beads hunting.

So it seems my mum has taken a sudden interest in jewellery making although she has to yet even learn how.

While she and her friends were busy submerging themselves into beads haven, I decided to go around pointing, shooting and unearthing hooks and corners of Petaling Street.

Sometimes we have to stoop down to have a little peep at things.

But don't forget to look up every now and then to see what lies above us.

Expressway 219

2009-02-22T23:43:00.000+08:00

It was Tuesday
When we jaunt out of Pee Jay
With our luggages in toll
We were ready to roll

Excited at the prospect
of being in another state
Our spirits had grown
too big to deflate

Reaching Pee Dee
In the swiftest of time
That was expected
Since my driving skills are sublime

Sleeping at 4
Playing Shit Head and Taboo
Waking at noon
To go kart racing and splash in the pool

Wednesday came around
And we were none too please
When a little pebble brown
Shattered the windscreen which made us wheeze

Our road trip was shortened
But lives were spared
Bonds were strengthened
And memories were shared

Thankful to still be alive
to see the light of day
to see the dark of night
Thankful to still be alive
to cliché
and to write
And if I so should add
with much great delight

Suddenly I See

2009-02-21T01:23:00.002+08:00

The post time could not have been more ironic.

* * *

I just experienced an epiphany.

It has dawned upon me that we can't be friends.

After all the time spent mulling over possibilities, it is all so clear now.

The light has made it impossible to ignore the manifestation of circumstances.

I should have listened to my little grey cells priorly.

It should have hit me sooner.

Because honestly,

we should have been friends first before we were almost lovers.

Perhaps time will come and blow things over.

But until that time arrives, I really can't be your friend.

It is just too unfair...

...on me.