m.e.e.n.a~beauti-full change~ says:

I suspect that, under that cynical shell, you're at heart a sentimentalist.

|| Lin || says:

i thought that applies for you

|| Lin || says:

am i that cynical?

m.e.e.n.a~beauti-full change~ says:

u

m.e.e.n.a~beauti-full change~ says:

nah...

m.e.e.n.a~beauti-full change~ says:

ur just delayed screeningm.e.e.n.a~beauti-full change~ says:

delayed screening

m.e.e.n.a~beauti-full change~ says:

ppl wait to watch it

m.e.e.n.a~beauti-full change~ says:

but it comes out late

Oh che, this one is for you because it's just way too long to type on email.

So the other day (and when I say other day, I meant like five weeks ago) after completing the mission of the day; job hunting and grocery shopping at the nearby shopping complex, I was patiently waiting at the bus stop to get me home to campus.

Scenario went like this:

(windy and gloomy weather)

(me sitting alone at the bus stop, hands tucked in pocket, looking dreadful in my jumper and hair pulled back)

(wrinkly old man walks up to the bus stop and stands by the bus time table)

(some time passes by)

Old man: You waiting for 98?
Me: Yes?
OM: well, it's coming now (points to bus)
Me: Oh! Thanks! (gets up to see that the bus is still waaaay down the street) internal monologue: damn this old dude has got some kick-ass eyesight. I can't even see the bus number! (smiles at kind old man)
OM: Can I follow you?
Me: Sure..... internal monologue: he means get on the same bus as me right? Poor thing (smiles at kind old man)

(short pause)

OM: You know I have lots of money. So you like money?
Me: internal monologue: WT@#%$&/!?!?? (slowly steps away from "kind" old man)
OM: Yeah... you like money? I have.
Me: (steps even further away from "kind" old man) (nervous grin)
OM: (Probably sensing I'm freaked out) Oh... I didn't think you'd be interested.
Me: Internal monologue: Bus! Bus! Where is that freaking bus!??!

(waits for what seems like eternity)

(bus pulls up)

(I let him get on first and then practically run to the back of the bus)

Me: Internal monologue: Oh gawd... don't let him sit next to me.

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He doesn't and he proceeds to get off at the next stop not before smiling at me.

Eew.

Dreaming of --> Mad World by Gary Jules <--


"If we were a series, we would be like those people on Home and Away. Too much drama la!" Repeat in French accent.

I don't care what anyone says. Culture clash and culture differences; they don't exist. We all think alike, the same exact situations, conflict and drama just different actors. Repeat in Malaysian accent.

"It surpases all boundaries". We all share the same stage, directed by one. Unfortunately, it is the same one holding us back. Repeat in Australian accent.

A one track mind. By just saying one word, you got me. Repeat in American accent.

"If you want to join our cult, you have to promise to reach for your dreams" Repeat over and over again.

Dreaming of --> Love, Sex & Magic by Ciara feat. Justin Timberlake <--


The click-clack of high heels banging against the brick pavement and shrieks of laughter fill the cold night air. Usually more than one; always indicating a bevy of girls heading for a night out. All dressed up with makeup and their best perfume on.

In the distance I hear the sounds of ringing sirens cutting through the stillness.  Yet another police car making its way to yet another incident on a Saturday night in WA. No police turned up when we needed them.

The wind is howling gently but the loud drunkards shout cuss words at each other. Almost always ending with a loud laugh though. All in good faith I hope.

In the next room, I can make out the gentle whispers of sweet talk between two lovers. In a moment or two, I would need to put my headphones on for the sounds they make will probably make you blush.

The beep followed by a vibrating buzz from my phone tells me that I have another message. What is my flatmate doing messaging me on a legendary night out, I don't know? It must be those trains which take forever.

I thought the songs of the club would remain thumping in my head forever.  I guess it will be a while before I can hear it for myself again. For that's where it will remain.

The sounds in my head.

Dreaming of --> Kisses and Cake from the PS I Love You Soundtrack <--

Never before in my life, have I ever felt so confused, assured, elated, lost, loved,  alone, sad, happy and all these emotions I don't think I have ever felt, all at the same time. All in one gigantic ball. Some higher power going; "Here darling, just in case you didn't know what is out there" *BAM*

But thank you, for being my barometer because yes, I do admit, I am that blur.

A rollercoaster ride this one. I'd like to get off please.











But maybe just one more ride.

Dreaming of --> Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand <--


The time now is 6.30 in the morning on a soon to be bright Friday morning. I've been up since 5.30 and have had myself a nice plate of Mee Goreng (only my second packet since returning back here) and egg, listening to the bird singing while I chow down the hot noodles.

Funny, I realise I often start of my entries with telling the time and plenty more entries generally revovling around the concept of time (or lack thereof).  I guess with time being so short on our hands, I haven't really learned to appreciate it. Whether it is 5 minutes or 5 hours, I just don't think I have begun using it to its maximum potential.

Something is on my mind but I don't know what. Why else would I be awake right?

A little recapping shows that I haven't made an entry since New Years Eve. It's already March going on April. So many things have happened in between that short (or long) period of time.

Birthdays, a time for cake and candles. It's meaning brings significance to the person celebrating it, varying from year to year. What does "getting older" really mean? Does it make me more mature?

Chinese New Year, the only time when eating snacks for breakfast is exceptable. I miss all the goodies. Once a year, but I've stocked up pretty well, not to worry *pats own stomach*.

A short month spent working in a magazine company gave me a glimpse of what perhaps the next 30 years of my life was going to be. Scared the shit outta me! How many people can say they honestly love l.o.v.e their job?

Then it came time to leave again. I still can't tell where I would rather be.

Tears and sadness. Happiness and elation. I'm hoping to learn more from this life on earth. As painful as it may be sometimes, time heals all wounds.

Dreaming of --> Down Down Down by The Presets<--

I'm sitting here in my darkened room.  A month since I got of that red and white airplane, set foot on home soil and started sweating again. From where I am, the audible rythmic thumping of the bass can be heard pretty clearly.  Oh One Utama, what a love-hate relationship we have.

You know it's that time again; a celebration.  But this time, it's no ordinary celebration because it is the ushering in of a brand new year.  Goodbye 2008 and welcome 2009!  Where did

12 months

365.242199  days

31 556 926 seconds

dissapear to? In all that time,  2008 shall be now known to me as "A Year for Firsts'".

They year began in a foreign country.  Sipping vodka by the Embankment was already a firsts.  Unfortunately, I must warn you that I don't know whether I will greet you with open arms 2009. I will try my best though.

I do know however, I will wish my family A Happy New Year with open arms.  I do know I will greet my friends with open arms. 

Missing you much.

Dreaming of --> Time to Pretend by MGMT <--

The only thing on the agenda this pass two weeks:
(1) sleep
(2) tissues.

Lots of it. Both of it. Together unfortunately.

Wake me up when it's time for my Japanese lunch. In about 10 hours. Thanks much. =3

Dreaming of --> Just Dance by Lady GaGa <--

Those were just some of the reactions I got when I begun hanging out way to much around the flat reading story books, taking naps on the couch mid-day and baking cookies.  I would gladly take all the verbal abuse and some physical ones as well if it meant that I was done for the Semester 2/08 of university! And so I've paid my dues. I am done! Sweet!



Is also another popular line in our conversations these few days.  Unbelievable is the one word that comes to my mind at the moment.  That inevitably weird feeling of a combination of happinness and sadness gets to me sometimes.  Especially when I'm alone and the only sounds to keep me company are the crows.  With Tim Tams in hand, and the cold weather in Spring makes me dread going home.  Of course there are my awesome Flat 20 flatmates.  Sigh.

Yet, it is as though I can already smell the oily goodness of Hokkien mee or Char Sui calling me.  Hot sticky weather, broadband and cable TV?  Not to mention, the smiling faces of friends and family back home to greet me.  I can only hope theirs is bigger than mine.