The Traipsing Gypsy

Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand.

2010-05-17T13:07:00.007+08:00

Holy hell! I haven't updated in a while, huh?

Hi again, people! I apologise for the serious lack of updates.
I've been busy. No, really.

April was a crazy and hectic month.
One particular week in April stands out from the rest. 12th to 18th April will be my favourite week of the year.

I celebrated the Sinhalese New Year and the Tamil New Year. It was great times and great food with the family. I wouldn't trade it anything in the world.

I finally got my answer to a question that I have had since I was a little kid.

This reply came two days before my convocation. I literally skipped and hopped around my house, before yelling the news to my parents (talk about making a dramatic entrance). My dad looked at me in the face and said "I told you so".

The night before the reply came in, I couldn't go to bed because I was a nervous wreck. I went down at midnight to watch some TV. He sat there and told me to drink the cup of Milo that he had made for himself. While drinking, he told me not to worry about the university applications and that I would get a reply REAL soon, and that it would be a positive one.

He was right.

Finally, all the nightmares have disappeared. Come September, I will embark on a new journey in a foreign land. I'm excited, nervous, and terrified all at once. I will do my best to make everyone proud.

I attended my convocation on the 18th. After 4 years of assignments, presentations, exams, quizzes and lectures…I’m officially a graduate.

I couldn't feel my arms for days because of the many things I had to carry.

I had fun telling my nieces to not think of 2012 happening and that one day they'll hold a scroll too.

That week, I experienced SO many highs.

I felt like I was blessed in more ways than one. I was thankful for all the blessings I have received and for everyone that have stood by my side along the way.

So, that was my April in short.

I will come back and update often. I promise.

I see faces, guiding me back home.

2010-03-28T08:18:00.002+08:00

If anyone can find a distinct similarity between David Cook, Frank Lampard, Shahid Kapoor, Clint Eastwood, and Matthew Morrison, I want to hear from you because quite frankly, I don't see any glaring similarity between them.

If I ever got on Parental Control, my parents would have a hard time trying to figure out my 'type' because I have no idea what my 'type' is.

In other completely unrelated news to this slightly bimbotic entry, it's the start of the third week, let's hope I get a favourable answer soon.

Here's my hello.

2010-03-24T13:32:00.002+08:00

Wow. One month, one update? Tsk, tsk. Tardy child.

Alright, I apologise for a serious lack of updates. I've been busy running around chasing after people, papers and pens.

I will let you all know in due time. Right now, I don't want to jinx my chances and make the nightmares that have been keeping me up at night come true.

Toodles!

We saw that little punk who's stealing your gay.

2010-02-11T20:17:00.036+08:00

In case you didn't know, I saw Kris Allen on Monday.

How was it? It was AMAZING. I was not a huge fan of his (I'll admit he was one of my favourites though) but he knows how to put on a show.

Let's have a recap of what happened on that epic day.

I woke up early and remembered that I had to wrap this little gift for him.

Just a little reminder about Malaysia for him.

Sue texted me at about 10:50AM saying that she's got our tickets already. I started flailing because it finally hit me that I was going to see Kris Allen 'live'. I owe Sue a lot. Seriously, I want to treat her to dinner for all the help she's done for me.

Hasanah updated via Twitter that there were already about 20 people waiting at MidValley Centre Court, where the autograph session was supposed to take place. By 1PM, there were already 100+ people there. At that moment, I realised that we were not going to get his autograph.

Sue came to pick us up at 2:45PM and we headed over to Sri Hartamas to pick Kat up from college. We made our way to MidValley and along the way, Kat made me read the literature book she was supposed to analyse. I swear, it was weird. The author talked about garlic and making love in a bathtub. Interesting.

We had a hard time looking for a parking spot. IT WAS FULL EVERYWHERE. We ended up parking on the roof of The Gardens after going around in circles. We made our way to MidValley and went to find the rest of the Malaysian bunch from ontd_ai. We met up with Kavi, Wei Yng, Jerica and Susan. By then, the queue for the first 200 people already ended and only Hasanah, Wei Yng, Jerica and Susan made it. =(

The crowd.

Kat, Sue and I.

Kavi and I.

With Susan and Jerica.

With Shiori.

With Wei Yng, my saviour of the night.

Met and talked to Winnie for a a really short time due to interruption from my mother asking me where I was. Shiori came shortly after. All of us spent time the hours waiting for Kris to show up by singing (they were playing Kris's songs there over and over again), talking and posing for pictures. The organisers started giving out red and blue American Idol/StarWorld balloons.

We decided to head over to McDonalds' for a bite. The cashiers there saw us carrying the balloons and said they wanted them. One of them asked "THIS ONE IS BECAUSE OF KRIS, RIGHT? IS HE HERE? NO? OH, AT 6PM. I WANT TO GO SEE HIM BUT I CAN'T". It was funny but sad that she couldn't go see him because she had work. They still wanted balloons, so Kavi gave her one. I got a call from Jerica and a text from Susan saying that we should hurry back because people stole our standing spot.

Teri and her daughter, Mandy came over and chatted. It was sad she couldn't come see Kris with us. She needed three tickets (one for her and two for her kids) and I only had two. =(

Yi Ming and her sister came a few minutes later. I gave my two extra tickets to her. Ain came shortly after and we talked about her 'scoring an own goal for the opposing team to hand them the coveted trophy' moment on the radio. I was gutted that she didn't win the M&G passes to meet him.

We waited for Kris to come and JJ & Ean showed up to keep the crowd going. They asked us questions and threw a goodie bag into the crowd. We were too far away to win them. A few minutes later, Kris showed up and the crowd in MidValley went wild. Hands were up in the air and so were the banners.

MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE POCKET IDOL!

Hi there, Kris!

Hasanah's durian sign. He obviously loved it.

We couldn't see a thing, so we decided to leave after five minutes and head to The Gardens Mall to get to the ballroom and wait there. On our way to the escalator, we saw a few (good-looking) ang mohs coming down the stairs. Kat instantly recognised them as the Kris Allen band, so we went up to them to say 'hello' (Drew ran away haha) and we asked them if we could take pics with them and get their autographs. They said 'okay', much to our delight. Kat showed her sign to the band. Chris @ Latin Jesus and Andrew didn't get it, but Cale actually got it and sang it out to Andrew. Instantly, we flailed because the fact he actually got what the sign meant means something.

Cale seemed to be pleased when he was asked to sign the epic sign. The band then asked us if we got to see Kris at the autograph session venue and we told them 'no'. They asked us if we knew where the venue of the autograph session was and all of us pointed towards MidValley and they decided to drop there. They asked if we were going to the show.

Video of Cale signing Kat's sign:

They took time to sign autographs for us. Shiori got them to sign her RM50 note and Cale laughed and asked if it's legal tender. I gave them my CD to sign.

Latin Jesus signed my CD first. We asked what he thought of the weather and he said he loved it. We all told him that we hated it and laughed. We asked him if the band sampled any local food. He told us they didn't and they only had pizza last night. "You come all the way here, and you had pizza? What?"

Latin Jesus signing my CD.

With Latin Jesus.

Someone suggested to him to try durian and I said "NO! TRY NASI LEMAK!" and Ain added that he should try durian with sticky rice and cream. He said "Okay".

Andrew was next and Kat's silver marker was not letting him write/sign it and as a result, a splash of silver ink fell onto the CD. He kept saying "OMG I AM SO SORRY! YOUR CD IS SMUDGED. DON'T BE MAD I RUINED YOUR CD!" and I laughed at him and said it was alright.

The moment he 'ruined' my CD.

I forgave him, so it was all good.

Andrew and I.

Cale was next. My God, he is SO tall. Pictures don't justify how good-looking he really is. In fact, Kris's band members are nice people and they all have amazing smiles.

Cale signing my CD.

Cale and I. LOOK AT WHERE HIS HAND IS AT. *FLAILS*

My CD autographed by the band. Spot Andrew's mark on my CD.

We thanked them for spending time with us to just talk with us until they were called by their handlers to go drop by and see Kris. We said goodbye and they told us to enjoy the show later. After they left, we continued flailing. Jerica, Susan and Wei Yng met up with us a few minutes later after getting Kris's autograph and mentioned that they saw Cale and called out his name and he waved back. We told them that we got their pics and autographs. Susan said that we got the band's autographs and they got Kris's autograph so it sort of balances out. All of us made our way to the ballroom. They already had the metal barricades dividing us line by line. We waited there by singing along to Adam Lambert's songs. At that moment, people were wondering who got the ticket number "0069" and it turned out to be me. They collectively flailed and got jealous. At that exact moment, I discovered that inside Kris's album was Adam Lambert's CD. I don't ship Kradam and I didn't do it on purpose. That's when the statement "Adam is inside Kris" came about. Phui San, Ain and Hasanah joined us shortly after. We resumed singing and talking.

Jerica says Kris's signature looks more of KILL ALLEN.

Malaysian ninjas waiting outside the ballroom.

Kat's epic sign of epic proportions.

Ticket number 0067-0070.

Kris's CD with the band's autographs.

HELLO, ADAM LAMBERT CD. HOW DID YOU GET INSIDE KRIS?

Susan, Jerica, Yi Ming and Kavi began writing "ONTD_AI" on the back of Kat's sign so that the other people who go there would come to us. Unfortunately, people stared at us thinking we were insane and shunned us. We've been getting weird looks from the time of the autograph session. You don't get it, not our problem.

Then, my camera batteries died and I thought extra batteries. It turns out I didn't and I started panicking. I just ran and ran to the Cold Storage (which was a good 6 floors below the ballroom) and looked for batteries and got the rechargeable ones, thinking that it could work. So, I ran back up to the waiting area (it took me a good 7 minutes to run down and back up, I timed myself) and there were slow walking people in front of me and I politely told them to move and all I got was them swearing at me. If I wasn't in such a crisis, I would've told them off because my group was waiting for me at the front of the line and I had to hurry back or I'll be standing at the back of the line and given my height, I would not be able to see Kris (it's not like Kris is that tall anyway). I was already panting as it is, so I decided not to be a bitch and go back to my friends. I tried putting the batteries in and guess what? I didn't know that I had to recharge them first before using them. I started panicking again, until Wei Yng became my saviour and provided me with some batteries. And what do you know? IT WORKED! ALL HAIL WEI YNG!!!!!!!!!!

We waited to get in and threw a balloon around and it was nice that everyone tossed it back and forth. The security guards stood in front of us and instructed us to not push each other. They let us in, but someone in front of us kept pushing past security which made our security people stop us from entering and told us to quit pushing, especially there were two young children in front of us. A few seconds later, they continued to let us in and we let the two young ones in first and we followed suit. We exchanged our tickets for a yellow tag and the guy who was putting it on for me did it so slow, Kavi and Kat pulled me and I told the guy I'll do it myself and ran towards the entrances to get some nice spots.

Said yellow tags.

Little did we know that we were separated by the metal barricades and we ended up being so far away from the stage. The people in front of the stage included the winners of the M&G passes and media people, who showed no absolute interest in Kris. This is where I thought the organisers failed to plan well. When Ryan Star came down to KL in 2006, the media people/VIPs were upstairs and the fans were downstairs and pretty close to the stage and there were NO metal barricades. Not cool in putting the barricades. NOT COOL. I'm trying to not sound like a bitch here, but most of us behind the barricades won the tickets to see him. We were more enthusiastic to see him than the ones in front of the barricades. That was such a huge disappointment to me.

Since they had to pull off something like this in (probably) less than a week, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt.

People began yelling "WE WANT KRIS, WE WANT KRIS" like it was some chant. On the screen, they showed clips of Kris during the Idol finale where he performed Ain't No Sunshine, What's Going On, and No Boundaries. We grew tired of No Boundaries because we don't want to hear about natural disasters during a concert.

Then, JJ & Ean came up on stage and made us yell for Kris. They also threw out some goodie bags. They got a couple of people to sing No Boundaries and Live Like We're Dying on stage. The guy who sang No Boundaries actually sounded good. They made us yell some more and then told us to watch the StarWorld preview on the screen.

JJ & Ean working the crowd.

Dude singing No Boundaries.

Seconds later, Kris and his band appeared. Cue more screams and flails. He started off with Heartless/Gangsta's Paradise. There was a minor glitch with his microphone but he he got back in it and sounded terrific. Up next was Can't Stay Away and Before We Come Undone. He mentioned that he knew that Malaysians loved American Idol. "We read your mail, we get your gifts, we see all your tweets. We know Malaysia cares and we thank you". Everyone screamed. (I only realised on Thursday that it meant he saw THIS TWEET. OMG HE SAVED A KITTEN!)

During Heartless/Gangsta's Paradise.

Can't Stay Away.

Before We Come Undone.

Then, he sang The Truth and Red Guitar. Shiori later pointed out to me that one of us asked the band if they were playing Red Guitar. They said 'maybe' and we asked them to do it. See how epic we are?

During The Truth.

Drew and Latin Jesus during The Truth.

Drew, Latin Jesus and Cale during The Truth.

During Red Guitar.

Cale in action.

Andrew during The Truth.

KRALE.

After that, he sang Alright With Me. He told us to yell "Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah". A few of us yelled at him to look at Kat's sign but he chose to say "Oh look, there's a balloon" instead. Halfway through the song, I swear his eyeballs popped out and he continued to stare. I tried to figure out what he was so intently staring at and I looked in that direction. I saw that he was staring at the sign. I literally jumped up and down when he saw at it. HE SAW THE SIGN AND IT (LITERALLY) OPENED UP HIS EYES, HE SAW THE SIGN!

Alright With Me.

~~"I'm a little punk stealing your gay"~~ "I'm a little pawn still in your game"

UNF.

Sweaty Kris.

He sang Live Like We're Dying after that. I legit laughed at him when he pointed to the sky when he sang the line "If your plane fell out of the sky". So cheesy.

Live Like We're Dying.

*points to the sky*

More of Live Like We're Dying.

UNFFFFFFFF.

He left the stage and the crowd, feeling unsatisfied, yelled out "ENCORE! WE WANT MORE!". He came back five minutes later and sang Is It Over (the irony hahaha). Before he sang, he introduced the band members one by one. When it came to Cale, everyone screamed pretty loud. Kris looked at Cale and said "I think those were for you". Cale said something back to Kris (which I couldn't make out) and he laughed.

Singing Is It Over.

OMG.

During Is It Over.

Final song was Come Together. Boy, did he go crazy high-fiving the crowd or what?! He even crowd-surfed with the front row people. There was one moment where he was cheek-to-cheek with Cale. KRALE HAPPENED! We flailed.

Come Together.

He high-fived the crowd.

KRALE HAPPENED.

With that, the show ended. It was short, probably because it was a school night and all that. I wanted him to do Written All Over My Face and Falling Slowly/With or Without You, but hey, I'm not complaining!

We were still inside and people wanted to take our pics with our sign. I mean, random strangers, okay. Like what. TAKE THAT, PEOPLE WHO SHUNNED US BECAUSE OF OUR SIGNS!

We proceeded outside and posed with the banner. We hugged and waved goodbye to each other. It was such an epic night and I met SO many good friends who 'get' me. I don't feel like I'm being judged when I'm with them. It's nice to know there are like-minded people.

I came home a happy child (I saw Kris 'live', met the band, had Chocolate Chip Cream from Starbucks and naan + tandoori. Could life get any better?). Kris Allen, please come again to Malaysia. You are amazing.

Thank you, fellow Malaysian ninjas for the epic time. We're amazing. So nice to finally meet up with you guys.

Photo credits: Susan, Wei Yng, Hasanah and Hitz.fm. The rest are mine.

You can go higher.

2010-02-07T07:45:00.003+08:00

I should let you guys know that I'm only updating once a week. Or when I feel like it.

Anyway, the wedding ceremony and reception went well. I had a ridiculously great time with my family and friends. Truly an unforgettable night.
I danced for almost four hours straight. Even my college mates couldn't get me to dance at our prom. This shocked everyone. I am still getting teased about it by my family. Well, there's always a first for everything.

It's like three years ago, I got into this huge fight with my extended family and we ended up not speaking for about a year. Now, we're back to where we started - on the right foot, hitting the right notes.

If you were in my shoes, you would know how much this means to me.

*****

In other exciting news, I won passes to see Kris Allen on Monday. Sent the FIRST text through of the FIRST hour of the ticket giveaways on the FIRST day, which was on the FIRST of February.

FIRST, OKAY.

It was like the feeling I had in 2006 and 2009 all over again. NOTHING can take that away from me.

I'm going to enjoy good music with good friends.

Nothing can top that.

Will write a nice, lengthy recap of the show after Monday.

*****

Oh! I got a job interview on Tuesday! WISH ME LUCK!

So hot out of the box.

2010-01-29T17:45:00.003+08:00

I am wearing this for a wedding tomorrow. My new dress and my new boots.

Talk about being ~pretty and ~edgy in the same sentence. I know I'm not pretty, but sometimes I like to attempt to be pretty.

I tried the dress on with the boots and paraded them around in front of my mother and she said "YOU SHOULD WEAR THE BOOTS TOMORROW. YOU LOOK GREAT!".

That made me feel good for some odd reason.

As you can see, this is clearly a pointless post. Nothing much to say, other than Kris Allen is coming to town on the 8th of February. I want to go and hang out with my mates. It's good to know music unites and strengthens friendship. That's the power of music.

I'll be your shelter, I'll be your faith.

2010-01-13T16:48:00.005+08:00

I know I didn't tell you I was going to Penang for the weekend.

Anyway, I am home from sunny Penang with a glorious tan, expanded waistline, broader perspective, new shirt (you know you want to see my new Bon Jovi shirt from Hard Rock Cafe Penang), and a new song stuck in my head.

It goes a little something like this:
"It was an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny yellow polka-dot bikini that she wore for the first time today"

I swear it IS a song. Do I look like I can make things like that up?

I didn't go to Penang for a vacation, to be honest. We did escape the chaos that happened on Friday, of course. If it weren't for Twitter, I would have NO idea on what happened in KL or various other places. If you know me, you would know my opinion on it.

I actually went there to get an idea on what I would like to do in my future.

I was torn between working at a center for children OR in a corporate setting. I hate working in a corporate environment, but the money is good. I enjoy working with kids because they're far more honest than you and me put together, but I sometimes lack patience and the money's not that fantastic.

My dad has a friend he's known since his childhood/working days who has a daughter who is a child psychologist. When we met during their Christmas party, she told me I could come over to Penang and observe what she does.

Why not? I needed to know what my work in the future would entail, so it would be an eye-opening experience to observe what she does.

I really am grateful that I had this chance to do something like this. Not many people would get a chance like this, so it was a blessing.

A few days ago, I actually wrote an entry concerning my fear of losing control. It's still saved as a draft.

Because I know what I want and how I am going to get it.

If my mother hadn't insisted on my attending the Christmas party, I would still be stuck and confused about my life.
If my father hadn't said 'YES' to the initial invitation to Penang, I would still be lost and very much confused.

Thank you for caring enough about my future, even if people claim you're smothering me too much. They're not standing in my shoes to know how lucky I am to have you in my life.

Suddenly, I am not that afraid of losing control as I used to be.

Would you sing my song at the top of your lungs?

2010-01-02T19:05:00.003+08:00

Hello 2010, before I start you over, I'd like to go over my 2009.

Ah. How should I do it? Survey-style, please. No one in their right minds would want to read my year in review paragraphs, because I ramble a lot.

01. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before?
- I went camping!
- I overcame my fear of knives.
- I cooked dishes from scratch.

02. Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I did (not as much as I originally wanted, but I did)! I only made two, but I might make a few more for next year since I'm going to start working/study again.

03. Did anyone close to you give birth?
My nephew, Ridz was blessed with a baby boy; while another nephew, Ammar was blessed with a baby girl. ~~THAT MAKES ME A GRANDAUNT, YES. THANKS FOR MAKING ME SOUND OLD.~~

04. Did anyone close to you die?
My nephew Muadz. It makes me sad because he's a really nice kid, and Facebook keeps saying "Say hello to Muadz" on the right side of the page. =(

05. What countries did you visit?
I have only gone to Malaysia, sadly. I supposed to visit Thailand but uni people are made of fail when it comes to giving/announcing holiday breaks early.

06. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?
Money. Sleep. Sanity/common sense. Love.

07. What dates from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
~January 25th - I got my wisdom tooth pulled out. There goes my wisdom and sanity.

~May 12th - Video conference with David Cook. Now I know why he HATES mustard. I SPOKE TO HIM. HE IS AWESOME. YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID.

~June 26th/28th - The day Michael Jackson passed away, I got interviewed by the local paper and had my face plastered in the news two days later. My family and friends NEVER stop teasing me about this.

~September 17th - The day stupid David Cook tweeted to me and said he LOVES Arsenal. FAIL.

~October 6th - I turned 22 and had one of the best birthdays ever.

~December 10th - Officially graduated from university.

~December 19th - Karaoke good times with the MYWn girls and random convos with drunk old men.

~December 20th - High school reunion.

~December 25th - My two best friends who have been dating for 11 years got engaged. I set them up together in the first place.

~December 31st - My parents' 30th wedding anniversary.

Dates I can't recall - The days Carly, Brooke, Andrew*, and Neal replied my tweets.
*Andrew replied my tweet when Chelsea lost to Man City, on air. I forgot Chelsea lost because of that. Haha.

08. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Cooking. Graduating from university. Overcoming my fear of knives.

09. What was your biggest failure?
I got a little insecure at times.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
I had an infection on both ears in August/September. The occasional fever came and went in June and December.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
Um, my new phone. Or this new boots. Or this BIRD NERD shirt.

12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?
My parents, for sticking together and working things out with all the drama thrown at us.

13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?
I won't mention names because they know who they are.

14. Where did most of your money go?
Food and birthday presents.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Graduating from uni and talking to David Cook.

16. What song will always remind you of 2009?
A Daily AntheM - David Cook. Breathe - Ryan Star. You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
I. happier or sadder? Happier.
II. thinner or fatter? I feel fatter, but people say I've gone thinner. So, um, I don't know?
III. richer or poorer? Poorer.

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Sleep.

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Worrying about the small stuff. Procrastinating.

20. How will you be spending Christmas?
I was at home watching Christmas movies.

21. Does not exist?

22. Did you fall in love in 2009?
Almost did, but no.

23. How many one-night stands?
Zilch.

24. What was your favourite TV program?
American Idol, Ugly Betty and Glee.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
I wouldn't use the word 'hate' but Fernando Torres has been irritating me of late. It makes me want to smack his face.

26. What was the best book you read?
My Group Process text book. I am serious.

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Adam Lambert.

28. What did you want and get?
My boots.

29. What did you want and not get?
The Staedtler triplus fineliners set.

30. What was your favourite film of this year?
This Is It. Slumdog Millionaire.

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I replied every call, text, e-mail, tweet and wall post on various places while completing my journal assignment; and then I went out for dinner with my family. I turned 22.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Less extended family drama.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?
I don't think it's changed much from what I had in 2008. I would say maybe a little ~edgier~.

34. What kept you sane?
Music. My best friends. Random texts. Coffee.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
~~David Cook~~. Adam Lambert, Jose Mourinho, Slaven Bilic (or as May and I would say, the Neal Tiemann of football), Gianfranco Zola, Didier Drogba, John Terry, Frank Lampard and Jim Cantiello. Oh, I fancy Neal Tiemann too (two years ago I was all "EWW NEAL IS GROSS", but now I think he is awesome)!

36. What political issue stirred you the most?
Too many to mention.

37. Who did you miss?
Justyn.

38. Who was the best new person that you met?
The MYWn girls.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009:
At some point in our lives, we have to face the fears we keep running away from.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year?
"Breathe, just breathe. Let the life that you lead be all that you need"

That's all, folks! Toodles for now. If I'm not too lazy, I'll do a month-by-month review of 2009. I don't care if you get bored.

Thanks for loving me. You're doing it perfectly.

2009-12-31T17:38:00.006+08:00

This is my favourite picture of myself right now. To me, I only look pretty when I am looking funny; not when I wear make-up.

*****

It's my parents' 30th wedding anniversary today.

30 years is no joke.

They had their own share of ups and downs, tears and laughs, screaming and shouting; yet they stuck it out for over 38 years (they spent 8 years courting before eventually getting hitched).

People have been throwing brick after brick in their faces, yet they ALWAYS are there for each other. 2009 would be the shittiest year for them, but I admire the way they handled all the unwanted pressure and how they were there to support one another.

I love the way my father tells me "Child, you need to have more faith in your Chelsea winning the league" every single time I get a little frantic over their lousy defense or the lack of goals.

I love the way my mother talks about the people/things I love and teases me about them. "YA ALLAH, HE'S SO PALE! NO WONDER YOU CALL HIM 'JEMBALANG'!".

I love how my father knows Adam Lambert because he's in the papers AND that I supported him during Idol. Father, in case you haven't noticed, there is a man who supports Arsenal who was on Idol. His name is David Cook. I like him more than I like Adam, thank you.
"So you know Adam came in second. Who came in first?"
"Who cares?!"

I love how my mother tells me the most random jokes and immediately understand things when I mention certain things to her that other people may not get.
"OMG YOU'RE SCOTT!"

I love them both, sempiternally.

Pa and ma, I know I may not be the most intelligent person in the world or the best daughter in the world, but I try my hardest. I just want to say I love you both very much. Happy anniversary and here's to many more anniversaries in the future. I love you both for being together through thick and thin, and for just being who you are. I love you for everything you have given and done for us. Don't let any nutcase tell you otherwise.

*****

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

I sincerely hope 2010 will be a kick-ass awesome year for us all!

2009-12-26T09:30:00.003+08:00

The reason why I have 10 versions of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas?

It's because it was the first song that YOU sang to me. Even if we only had one and a half years to share stupid stories and fights and jokes and tears, this was the first song you sang on that evening you went carolling on Christmas eve some 9 years ago.

You sang it to me, for me.

Through the years we all will be together, if the fates allow.

This line gets me so much. I wished fate allowed us to stay together, but things happen for a reason, no?

I love you. Merry Christmas, wherever you may be.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas.

2009-12-24T23:22:00.002+08:00

Hi.

Twitter was down, so I decided to come here and blog.

MERRY CHRISTMAS.
JOYEUX NOEL.
FELIZ NAVIDAD.

I will come back later and talk more about why I have 10 versions of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. Crazy, me? Psssh, where did you get that idea from?

High school never ends.

2009-12-21T22:44:00.002+08:00

The weekend was AMAZING.

The karaoke/birthday celebrations at Red Box, The Gardens was AWESOME. We had an insanely good time singing and laughing. I forgot how much I loved cheesy songs once upon a time. We even unleashed our inner rockstars. Fun, rocking good times. I already miss them. This needs to happen again.

The birthday party was not what I expected it to be but I had a wicked good time (although at one point I did come out and told my dad flat out that "I AM BORED" because I had no one to talk to). I laughed at my uncles for discussing about why we should all support England during the 2010 World Cup, the Barclays Premier League, and bald men. I seriously find it more interesting to listen to slightly tipsy uncles talk than listening to their kids. Old soul, maybe? One of my uncles told me to eat up on some delicacies because "Once you get to London, you won't get this awesome stuff there". I am truly going to miss them.

The high school reunion was a success! I had so much fun meeting my friends, some of whom I have not seen for almost 5 years. We all look the same pretty much. Some of us got a little more girly than when we were in high school, but past that, we're pretty much the same people.

Which brings me to point something out. It was pretty evident that even at this reunion, most of us sat with our own races. I sat with everyone because I'm neither here nor there. I mentioned this in a lecture once, where we had to share our worst cultural bias experience. We sit with our own kind. I'm mixed, so I mix with everyone because it's not stated in any holy book that I must befriend my own kind. It was so glaring that most of them sat with their own kind, eating what they brought and not what someone from the other race brought.

My friends always said I was different (the good kind of different) and that I never judged them. I treated everyone the same way I expect them to treat me. I call someone a 'friend' not because of their race, but because of a certain kind of understanding we have.

I apparently have look 'everything'. I can look Malay. I can look Chinese (The guy who sells salad near my uni thought I was Chinese. HAHAHA WTF I so fair now kah?). I can look Indian. Heck, I can even look Portuguese (I am NOT related to Cristiano 'pansy face' Ronaldo).

Rojak. They're delicious.

I guess I am like this because my parents are different too. They could've married someone from their own race but they didn't. They chose each other and taught us (my brother and I) what diversity meant.

Still, that mini-incident could not take away my happiness during the weekend. I had plenty to celebrate about with people who are mostly different from me, but they will ALWAYS be the same to me.

Pictures from said events are up in my December 2009 album in Facebook.

It's a half-faith blessing, for the lessons I've learned and never deserved.

2009-12-17T23:23:00.003+08:00

Firstly, I must apologise for not updating for almost a month. I was tied up with assignments and presentations and defenses.

Right now, all I can taste is...
FREEDOM.

I have OFFICIALLY graduated from university. On the 10th of December, I sat for my last two papers and I was done. Alhamdulillah. I feel like I can finally exhale that breath I was holding in for the last 4 years.

Now, I can ~~get married~~ kick back and relax, and find a job before I continue with my Masters.

Yeah. Life has been nothing short of amazing right now.

This year, I made some new friends along the way who are just amazing. Age is nothing but a number when it comes to friendship. I love them, they make me feel somewhat normal.

My uni mates have been with me along the way too. They made me taller in more ways than one for which I am eternally grateful to them for. I am going to miss your jokes and banters.

I discovered new music and reignited some old loves. I lost some people in my life. I almost found love.

This year proved to be trying times for my parents. I am not happy about the things they had to deal with (not going to lie, it hurt me to see them hurt too), but I am proud of them for handling them in the best way possible: logically and practically. I am just amazed seeing them. For those awful and hurtful things to be said/done to them, they held it together and sat down and worked it out. Together. They have stood by each other for the last 30 years (this does not include the years they were courting) through thick and thin; blood, sweat and tears; arguments and jokes; and most of all, love.

While everyone was going out celebrating Hari Raya, my mother cried. It pained me to no end to see her like that. I had to help all of us hold ourselves together and I promised her that I would NOT let anyone hurt her and that we smarties (our running joke) would stick together to kick asses.

I would take the bat for them. I don't care if people say I am too dependent on them (which, hello, is pretty baseless and illogical), I love them and they're all I have.

I turned 22 this year. This year, in my opinion was the best birthday I've had in years.

I overcame one of my biggest fears - holding a knife. I also learnt to cook. I cooked chicken rendang, beef rendang, kuah kacang and chicken curry. Yeah, I know. I am awesome.

I have bought a number of dresses this year. This amuses my androgynous self. I am nowhere near the definition of girly (I belch like a boy. I swear like a sailor. I am not even close to being prim and proper) so having dresses and other girly outfits amuses me. TERRIBLY.

I am so blessed for everything that has happened in my life and for all the lessons I have learned - good or bad. It only serves to teach me to be a better person.

The coming few days will be ridiculously full of events.
I have a memorial service to attend tomorrow.
On Saturday, I have a karaoke celebration at noon AND a birthday party at night.
On Sunday, the long-awaited high school reunion is happening.

My life. It is, in a nutshell, PERFECT.

Logic. She lacks it, you've got it.

2009-11-18T23:15:00.004+08:00

Hey self,

When the world tries to put you down? You know, mock you endlessly, blame you for things that aren't even your own fault, make assumptions about you (the thing about ASSUME is that it makes an ASS out of U and ME), and the whole nine yards?

You put on the biggest smile you can and trot out that fucking door and show the world who's the boss.

Hold on to your secrets tonight. You're better than that, stronger than that, and wiser than that.

Procrastinating now!

2009-11-18T03:04:00.003+08:00

THREE WEEKS UNTIL I AM OFFICIALLY DONE WITH MY DEGREE.

I am currently loving the fact I've transformed my living room into my new bedroom. My room is not a nice place to sleep in at the moment. It is an organised mess that I can sleep in. Heck, I can still stack things on the bed and still have the space to sleep.

Uh, in case you haven't noticed, my bed is a super-single bed and I'm not exactly cute-sized.
I know my father insists that I am a midget, but NO. Have you seen me in real-life?

But seriously, I just can't sleep there. My couch is a far comfortable spot to sleep on.

My dining table is now my new workstation.

I probably am annoying the shit out of my family for making this place mine, but it's only for a few days.

I sleep at god-forsaken hours and wake up with a persisting headache and backache, so much so my friends are cracking bed-breaking jokes with me. Dirty minds.

My dad keeps me company while I do my work downstairs but he's constantly telling me to sleep. I'm half-tempted to tell him that I will sleep when I die, but I risk earning a slap from him.

My mother supplies me copious amounts of coffee or Neslo. She completely understands my need of a caffeine fix. Or two. Or ten. Or 82928877156340.

My best friends have been nothing short of awesome. They share the tears, laughter and smiles. Oh, and music too.

Why am I still doing this?

It's because I LOVE IT.

Currently listening to:
Think of Me - The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack.

I've been listening to this on repeat and it struck me so hard that it made me cry so much yesterday. I fell in love when I was arguing about The Phantom of the Opera with a boy who was a year older than me. It still makes me smile when I think of our 'creative discussion', how amused and frustrated we were with each other.

7 years and still hurts like a brick.

As seen on my Facebook status...

2009-10-31T12:25:00.003+08:00

Rowena-Roxanne Hanafiah knows it's going to be a long, hectic, tiring and draining November. In case she snaps at you, suddenly bursts into tears or loses her sanity (or whatever's left of it), remember to tell her to hang in there and that there's ONLY one and a half months before it is all over. ♥

You know it's that time of the year where completing assignments and presentations are the definition of my life.

I won't be around here much.

ONLY one and a half months to go. Painful and rocky is the path you walk on, but in the end, you will be okay because what lies straight ahead is something beautiful.

Keep telling yourself that.

Love you all the same.

It's some kind of feeling, some kind of force.

2009-10-26T17:26:00.006+08:00

Hello, I've come to update this little spot in cyberspace that is mine.

One month without updates? -__________________-
What a slacker.

My birthday came and went. By far, the best birthday ever in years. Thank you all for the cards; cakes; presents; wishes on Twitter, LiveJournal, Facebook, text messages and calls; and prayers. I am grateful that I am still alive and kicking to enjoy the days with each and everyone of you.

Aiyoh, self, why SO cliché? Be more original, please.

Anyway, a lot of things happened this month besides my birthday.

~I had a marriage registration to attend. It's the first time I've witnessed a Sinhalese wedding registration so it was highly exciting.

~Then came my midterms, which I think I did pretty okay. No complaints.

~After that, it was Diwali and that was awesome because I got to satisfy my craving for mutton curry and murukkus.

~Then came my FIRST EVER camping trip, which happened last Saturday. It was pretty exciting, except for the part where my stuff and I got wet because our tent got flooded. Nevertheless, it was a good experience. Wouldn't mind doing it again.

~I came home from the trip with a sore throat and cough (when I went there, I had a flu AND a dry throat AND a bonus menses visit), but did that stop me from eating the ever so awesome kiribath and seeni sambal my cousin cooked and packed home for me since I couldn't attend her son's birthday lunch yesterday?

HECK NO. I even had chicken varuval and fish curry for lunch today!

My voice is SO sexy right now, I feel like growling like a rockstar.

~CHELSEA FC ARE ON TOP OF THE TABLE! *dances around in the room*

KEEP IT UP, BOYS!

~What am I up to this week? I'm finally getting my ass (it's a good thing my dad is technology-unfriendly, he'd scold me for using the word 'ass') kicked into gear so I can start writing my thesis.

And, oh, I have a Diwali dinner to attend. MORE FOOD FOR ME! WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!

There you have it, folks. My October, in short, has been nothing but awesome, tearful, amazing and fantastic. Despite minor sore spots, I love it.

Have a picture before you. This is legitimately my favourite photo of myself that I have seen in years.

My favourite photo of myself yet. Thank you for those who made this smile happen. You know who you are. =)

Spend the dash well, young one.

2009-09-28T18:47:00.009+08:00

I know, one week until my birthday comes. Another year older, another year wiser (hopefully). While waiting for my mother at the salon, my dad passed me a book titled 'Aging Naturally and Gracefully', saying that "Read this, your birthday is next week".

WHAT ARE YOU HINTING AT, PA? *looks in the mirror to check for wrinkles*

I may squeal at the most random things in the universe, but I really do feel like I have grown up.

For example, Chelsea lost last weekend (to Wigan, of all teams) and instead of being sad about it and going on a binge eating spree, I took the news in and laughed it off.

You never really learn to appreciate a win without learning to lose.

Or, to quote Aerosmith:

"You've got to lose to know how to win"

That's life. You never really appreciate things until they are gone or taken away from you.

Just like rainy days and sunshine, happy days and not-so happy ones are here to stay too. It's basically your choice on how you best deal with it.

I also learnt that if you work hard enough, it will pay off and the results will be glorious.

Don't expect favours from others. Don't expect subsidies. Don't expect lady luck's help. Don't steal things that aren't yours.

I want work hard enough so that at the end of the day, I can enjoy something of my own that I KNOW came from my own blood, sweat and tears. Last year, the masseuse told me that it's important for a girl to have something of her so that there's something she can fall back on and be proud at the fact she owns something of her own right.

I am not defined by a ticky box. I know who and what I am. I don't need the powers that be tell me about my rights and culture. You should know better than to pick on a child who read the Federal Constitution at the age of 12.

I love the little things that make me happy: texts, jokes, e-mails, comments, pictures, songs, random people, videos, tweets. Sometimes, these things make me SO happy, my cheeks hurt. Maybe you don't get it, but it is very important to me because those things I just listed? They keep me (in)sane and happy in more ways than one.

I learnt to overcome a long-time fear. At some point in our lives, we have to face the fears we keep running away from. Be strong, be brave, and begin your story.

I acquired a new skill too. After years of joking about marrying Curtis Stone so he could cook all day long for me, I finally am one with the kitchen utensils and food.

Sometimes, it's okay to look stupid. As long as you're okay with laughing at and with yourself, you're good to go.

I have learnt so much in my life. I thank everyone who has taught me all the vital things I need to know and have made a significant impact in my life. In life, you meet so many people who teach you the most random yet true things about life.

I leave you now with this:

I'll hold you to this, for as long as I breathe.

2009-09-18T15:21:00.004+08:00

So, I have officially not fasted for 9 days. It could've been lesser than that, but the extra five days were due to the ear infection which, I keep telling people, is something I brought onto myself.

I'm not exactly in the Raya spirit. Maybe it's partly because I have no 'kampung' to return to. My 'kampung' has always been the Sentul house I have stayed in for the last 22 years of my life.
(Random fact: The house is EXACTLY a year older than I am. I kid you not)

But home is where the heart is, no?

The Eid spirit will come to me eventually.

*****

The last three days have been AMAZING.

+ On Tuesday, I found out that my nephew and his wife were blessed with a baby boy.

THAT MAKES ME A GRANDAUNT FOR THE SECOND TIME.

Congratulations to Ridz and Mas on your baby boy. We're so happy over the new addition to the extended family.

+ On Wednesday, my friend (we're both the authors/mods over here and she's one of my favourite people in the world) discovered 12 NEW (OLD) SONGS BY DAVID COOK THAT WERE 30 SECONDS LONG.

Seriously, we freaked out and flailed over the phone over the songs because they sounded AMAZING (we had the lyrics so we knew how good the songs were).

You have no idea how much it means to us. I would REALLY want That's All and One Second to Change Your Life to be released as full versions. Maybe Remind Me and We're Only Honest When We're Sleeping too.

HE SHOULD RELEASE A DELUXE VERSION OF HIS ALBUM SO I CAN ENJOY ALL THESE SONGS AND OTHER 'LIVE' TRACKS.

I am greedy, I know.

Oh and Chelsea won! Anelka's slowly working his way into my good books now.

+ On Thursday, SOMETHING SO FLAIL-WORTHY HAPPENED.

So, if you're familiar with Twitter, you know I'm on it. Sometimes you follow friends, and sometimes you follow public figures/celebrities.

Sometimes, said public figures/celebrities have a thing called 'Twitter party' or 'Twitter Q & A'. It's where you get to ask them questions and they will reply you.

Unfortunately, in my case, every time the Twitter party is held, I am either asleep OR I am in uni trying to finish my degree, ~~I HAVE MY PRIORITIES~~, OR I get to ask questions but they don't get answered (SCORNED).

THIS TIME I DID NOT GET SCORNED.

This is best explained using pictures. *click for larger images*

SO YES. THIS IS VERY RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS.

I don't care he answered Arsenal ~~anything but United~~. The fact he said Arsenal proves that he knows the Barclays Premier League. It's awesome, okay?

The last picture about the whole "SHAKING" thing? Let me explain.

I was in a bad mood before that. Someone reminded me of something that happened in school in which people were trying to label me by race and culture. They were making the decisions for me.

I know my culture and race more than any of you do know about me. I studied the Federal Constitution when I was 12 when my teachers in primary school tried to label me something that I was not.

I know better. Just because I flail at things you don't and act like a fool sometimes, I am NOT that stupid or shallow.

When he replied me, I was just happy because it gave me back my good mood. It's the little things that make me happy. I sincerely didn't expect him to reply to that because I had friends who asked even better questions than I did. And seriously, what are the chances of him replying you when his followers spam him questions EVERY 83778202883 seconds?

And the funny thing was that I have ALREADY SPOKEN TO HIM BEFORE AND YET, THERE I WAS ON TWITTER ACTING LIKE A DERANGED LOON, FLAILING AND SHAKING AT THAT ANSWER WHICH WAS NOT EVEN 'CHELSEA'?
I am such a silly child, yes, I know.

SO, YES. I WASN'T SCORNED. HE REPLIED ME. I ALMOST DIED.

And yes, I do realise how rude "This is VERY relevant to my interests" sounds.

I showed this to my mother and all she said was "This is NOT relevant to my interests. You know he ONLY said Arsenal because that's the ONLY team you can find in the English dictionary!".

BITTER MAN UNITED FAN.
Then again, she does have a point.

Yes, this made me ridiculously happy. If you don't like him or can't stand my constant yammering about him, be happy for me at least. I tolerate your rants too.

*****

SALAM AIDILFITRI TO EVERYONE.

MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN KEPADA KAWAN-KAWAN DAN SAUDARA-MARA SEKALIAN.

PASS THE KETUPAT, LEMANG & RENDANG ALL AROUND FOR EVERYONE!

You can go higher!

2009-09-12T14:08:00.002+08:00

For those of you wondering where the heck I've been the last couple days, here's a gist of a VERY long story, brought to you in style using bullets:

- David Michael went to Singapore for four days.
- THE FINAL SEMESTER OF MY FINAL YEAR OF MY DEGREE PROGRAMME STARTED.
- Yes, that seriously needed to be typed in caps.
- I got a haircut. No, I'm not showing you how I look like now.
- I have a ear infection, where both my ears are currently swollen and it causing me to have a bloody high fever. Apart from that, I also can't move my jaw much because any movement made hurts my ears. Therefore, no laughing, screaming, talking, chewing, biting, burping (you'd be surprised as to how this affects my swollen ears) and sleeping.

So yeah, the last bit pretty much sums up the week. Most of you kind of know I'm a music junkie and as a result of the ear infection, I can't listen to music because I can feel my ear drums vibrating.

I'm getting better, though.

Since I won't be here for quite a bit, have a young David Archuleta singing Edwin McCain's I Could Not Ask For More.

Now, I know most of you do NOT like him, I can get that, but seriously, listen to him sing this. He looks like he's barely 13 in this video and his voice...I have no words.

In short, this child? HE IS AMAZING. HE IS ADORABLE AND RANDOM. HE IS PRECIOUS.

Ma, I know you like him and want to trade me for him, so can you get him to sing this at my wedding? ~~If I ever get married-lah, that is.~~

THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE TO A SPECIAL SOMEONE.

2009-09-01T20:51:00.000+08:00

Dear best friend,

I love you.

You're the rock I lean on.
You're the one who brings me coffee when I can't get up.
You're the one who puts the light out when I go to sleep.
You're my condition, my solution, my way back every time.
You're my calling, my way out, all the things I'm about.

You're my gravity.

Happy birthday, ma.

Come September next year, I'll take you to see Sir Alex Ferguson at Old Trafford, okay?

I love you as much as 'adik' loves lettuce.

Truck load of love, hugs, kisses and pouts from your daughter,
~RH/The Anodynous One~

P/S: Stay smart, ma. Smart people stick together to kick the stupid people's asses. Ha!

My mother knows me too well to understand EVERYTHING I mentioned in this greeting. That is just how awesome she is.

OMG WHAT? IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY?

2009-08-31T06:03:00.005+08:00

Dear Skizzy,

Happy 22nd birthday, love.

You are downright the snarkiest one amongst us and this pleases me so much because you're probably one of the few people who actually get me, not on a surface level, but in general.

You would take time to comfort me by telling me a random dirty joke or say something really sassy, which is ALWAYS the way to go with me.

You make fun of my loves and hates, but it's never the annoying kind of 'making fun' that everyone else is accustomed to.

You make statements that are so ridiculous, it just sticks.

I love you, I would take the bat for you in an instant because I know you'd do the same for me.

We'll always have our "The Anthemic Tanning Bed" joke. Yes, we will.

Sempiternally.

Lots of love,
~RH~

P/S: Picspam of doom to come when my brother returns David Michael to me on Thursday when he gets back from Singapore, okay?

Teaser of what's to come:

Oh, um, I'm fasting? So, I won't tell you EXACTLY what I'm thinking. ~~Maybe later, who knows?~~

WELL MEOW THERE, PRECIOUS LITTLE DRUMMER BOY AND LITTLE KITTEN.

Good things come to those who wait, so be patient, love.

I am downright snarky.

2009-08-25T10:50:00.003+08:00

Anthemic = Systemic.
Anthemic = Anaemic.
Anthemic = Anorexic.
Anthemic = Pandemic.
Anthemic = Epidemic.

IN SHORT, THE WORD 'ANTHEMIC' REMINDS ME OF DISEASES AND ILLNESSES.

That is all I want to complain about for now.

The country bumpkin in me wants to say something.

2009-08-18T18:07:00.005+08:00

I am not much of a country music fan, but this song hits home so close right now (Because I, um, know people who are EXACTLY like this and they are NEVER satisfied with money they own, they have to STEAL from others!) and it's my favourite ever. Listen to this: Ka-Ching - Shania Twain.

Ka-Ching!

I wrote a song for you.

2009-08-06T23:04:00.004+08:00

Dear Papa and Mama,

I know you won't read this but I wanted to put it out here. You are the strongest people I have ever known. You taught me everything I needed to know.

I may not agree on the some of the things you may decide for me, but I always know there's a reason behind it. Reasons that are good for me. I eventually get it in the end.

Please don't fret about what people say about you or the things you do for other people. They don't know the things you do, the decisions you make, the assets you have or the money you spend because THEY ARE STUPID.

We may have three cars but that doesn't mean we are rich. We used our own money to buy it, not steal said money from other people, or even beg for it from other people.

I have learnt that if I don't have the money to splurge, don't flaunt it, don't beg from others, AND more importantly, don't start leeching from other people who have it. Live according to your means, you said.

That's probably why I always end up saying "No" to a lot of things when people ask me if they could buy me anything I want. The necklace I turned down last year is a testament to this.

It is also probably why I don't have an urge to watch movies the day it comes out OR buy as many clothes as I'd like to own. I'm lucky that I can still fit into clothes I bought since I was 11 because that way, I have no reason or need to buy clothes.

We may live in a considerably big house, but it doesn't mean we're rich. We made smart investments. You work hard for the money you earn and save it as much as you can for us both.

I don't care if people think we live in a dingy area, but it's okay. I like this place, despite the fact I complain about it sometimes. I don't care what people say. Home is where the heart is and my heart is right here wherever you are.

I know you both are saving enough money for my next step in terms of education. You want to see me go far and make my dreams of studying in the UK come true.

You know how much this means to me. I love you for understanding it and trying to make it happen. I can never thank you enough for this. Not many people have parents like you two or even have the opportunity to do this. I am forever grateful for this.

Don't worry about those people who continuously hurt you. Abang and I know you both do things with our best interests in mind.

Let Abang and I worry about these utterly brainless fools. We will take them down for you in a heartbeat, because we love you. Sempiternally.

Family, just like smart people, stick together.

Yours truly,
~TTG/RH/The Anodynous One~

Just breathe.

2009-08-05T15:03:00.004+08:00

Sometimes, I look at my feet and say "Tiny feet don't deserve big shoes" out aloud.

Then, I put on a pair of my size-8-and-a-half shoes and realise that "The shoe fits perfectly".

That's when I know I'm going to be fine.

=)

Mat rempits, how I loathe you.

2009-07-31T00:38:00.006+08:00

MYTH: Mat rempits are to be exalted and have films made in their honour.
FACT: Mat rempits are the scum of society. They deserve nothing.

MYTH: Mat rempits are misunderstood and they can help prevent crimes.
FACT: Mat rempits are not misunderstood and they cause majority of the crimes here.

MYTH: I like mat rempits.
FACT: I EFFING LOATHE MAT REMPITS.

Why am I talking about this now?

Thanks to this stupid minah rempit, the following things happened while we took my mother to the hospital for a blood test:
01. As a result of her incessant honking at nothing, my dad turned around for a split-second to see what was going on and did not see the Satria in front of him stopped to give way to another driver to overtake, therefore knocking into the back of said Satria.

02. As a result of the knock, I fell forwards and hit my right arm on the driver's seat. Right now, my right arm is STILL sore to the point I can't lift the arm up.

03. As a result of the knock, the Satria was damaged in the sense that it needed a new paint job. My dad came back and asked me for RM50 so that he could pay the man as he had no small change.

04. As a result of the knock and this STUPID FUCKING REMPIT, my arm is hurt, my dad's car is slightly damaged and I am broke.

05. As a result of all these things, I was NOT able to buy this pretty set of Staedtler fineliner pens that cost RM52. I have been holding out on getting this fineliner pen set because of a lack of financial resources on my end.

So near, yet so far. =(

If this rempit had no space to ride her motorcycle during the morning traffic, I wouldn't have minded her honking because she has a legitimate reason.

BUT NO.

SHE WAS HONKING AT NOTHING. SHE ONLY HONKED PERSISTENTLY BECAUSE SHE WANTED PEOPLE TO NOTICE SHE WAS COMING AND THAT THEY SHOULDN'T KNOCK INTO HER.

THERE WAS AMPLE OF SPACE FOR HER TO GO THROUGH AMIDST THE INSANE TRAFFIC. SHE HAD NO REASON TO HONK SO MUCH.

FUCK YOU, REMPITS. YOU CAUSE NOTHING BUT PAIN.

PAIN IN MY ARMS.
PAIN IN MY ASS.
PAIN IN MY POCKETS.

OUCH.

Four-for-one.

2009-07-29T15:44:00.005+08:00

Hey, you four?

I've been single for four years. That's a record.

It's okay. I am happy. I will find that one true thing. Sooner or later.

I celebrated that record last night and on Sunday.

You people know how shoes, books and stationery, and food are the answers to all my problems.

Luis Garcia drinks Sangria. FACT.

Best tandoori and naan combo ever.

I cannot function without these pens. I am not lying.

My NEW gladiator shoes, which actually came in my size. Unlike people, I can wait for most things. Delayed gratification is the way to go. YES.

So, do not worry about me. Your calls, texts, online messages keep me intact and not wanting to burst into tears or spontaneously combust.

I learn a lot from him. Don't fret.

Thank YOU, YOU, YOU AND YOU. Just for being yourselves.

With people like you four, who needs silly boys with the four-letter word called 'LUST' written on their foreheads?

Gone too soon.

2009-07-26T00:47:00.003+08:00

Dear Grim Reaper,

First, you took Farrah Fawcett.

Then, you took Michael Jackson.

Now, you just had to waltz your way into Malaysia and take Yasmin Ahmad away from us.

COULD YOU PLEASE QUIT WHILE YOU ARE AHEAD? STOP TAKING THESE PEOPLE WHO HAVE MADE A SIGNIFICANT IMPACT ON MY LIFE AND VALUES. IT HURTS.

No love,
-RH-

RIP, Yasmin Ahmad. You will be sorely missed. Thank you for the touching TV festival ads for Petronas and the amazing movies that are pretty much the story of my life. 'Rabun' will always be my favourite movie of yours. There is no one quite like you. Innalillah.

Some memorable adverts from her:

Rest in peace, the amazing storyteller.

I was only faithful by day.

2009-07-24T19:06:00.009+08:00

Hello, world. I know I fail in terms of updating and I sincerely apologise for that.

It's just that playing Kingdom Hearts on the PS2 is far more exciting than typing an entry. It's a lot easier to kill the villains than to think of what exactly I should type for an entry.

This is going to be a random and pointless entry that has a little bit of fangirling in it.

You have been warned.

Remember Michael Johns?

Besides David Cook, he is one of my favourite American Idol contestants. I remembered him as 'the hot Australian guy'.

He can sing. Looks good. Australian. What's not to like?

He sings beautiful songs that (sometimes) make me cry.

I threw a hissy fit when he got eliminated way too early on the show because he deserved to be somewhere in the top 4.

But he is doing well and has an album out (which I simply cannot get my hands on because IT IS NOT SOLD HERE).

Anyway, back to my real story now. Because my favourite person on the show said he likes Arsenal FC, May and I made it our personal mission to find out which team 'the glossy Aussie' likes.

Yesterday, we discovered the long-awaited answer to our question.

HE IS A CHELSEA FAN. YOU CANNOT ARGUE WITH ME.

He was at the Chelsea-Inter Milan match in LA and he sang the national anthem.

OH MY GOD.

HE WAS WITH MY CHELSEA BOYS AND JOSE MOURINHO.

HELL YES. I AM VICTORIOUS.

To channel my inner Skizzy the Scouse chick:
MIKE JOHNS IS A CHELSEA FAN, WHATEVER YOU SAY IS INVALID.

Sorry, I wrote this because I have been loathing myself the last few weeks and I wanted to post something that made me happy to take my mind off the problems I'm having.

I'll be okay. Don't I always end up okay?

I know it won't come in a shotglass.

2009-07-18T23:35:00.003+08:00

"You know what? Boys like that 'stalker boy' go from girl to girl until they get lucky"
"Too bad you were the flavour of the month of May"
"Flavour of the month"
"Uh-huh. Sorry, love"
"It's okay. I hope I was some chocolate-flavoured dessert though. You know, since you said I was the flavour of the month of May"
"I am amazed. You're usually bawling over something related to football or that Jembalang fellow, but you NEVER cry over a boy in your love life"
"I find it a complete waste of time. Boys who break your heart aren't worth your tears"
"You speak the truth"
"You bet I do!"
"Still, it sucks"
"May, it's okay if it didn't work out. I have plenty of things to be happy and thankful for this year"
"You really paid attention to what the priest said, huh? Have you spoken to Buddha yet?"
"HAHAHAHAHA. He came to me and said I'm awesome"
"You are and you definitely deserve better than boys"
"If I were Baloo and Mowgli were a girl, I would totally go back to the man-village and smack her senses and make her live in the jungle and be a good jungle citizen"
"See? You're crazy-awesome. Stay that way, unless you're in public"
"Note taken, ma'am"
"Besides, I have a new lover for you"
"Kiko Macheda?"
"COUGAR!"
"What? Oh, so I can't look but you can?"
"You like older men so stick to this guy, you would love him"

"VERY APPROPRIATE SONG. BUT I WOULD CHANGE IT TO DR.PEPPER!"
"What? WHY?"
"Suramerayamajja pamadatthana veramani sikkhapadam samadiyami (I undertake the precept to refrain from intoxicating drinks and drugs which lead to carelessness). The priest also told me this"
"WHEN DID YOU EVER LISTEN TO THIS PRECEPT? I KNOW YOU DON'T"
"WHO'S GONNA BUY THE DRINKS? UH, YOU, BITCH!"
"Hush, bench! You shouldn't be corrupting me anyway!"
"Oh no, you didn't!"
"Yes"
"Whatever"
"You know I love you"
"You're lucky the feeling is mutual"
"Thank you for being overly concerned over my non-existent love life, but I am alright"
"I know. I just...it's like my maternal instincts just kicked a gear up now that I'm a mother. I'm extra protective of people I love"
"I know you are, but it's okay. I am okay. If I am not, I'll call you"
"Just call my name, babe, and I'll be there"
"This was our theme song back in Form 2"
"I miss those days"
"This song has never struck a chord with me that hard until the day MJ died"
"I cried when people sang this or when I heard the original on the radio"
"You and me both"
"Sigh. Shows how far we've come and how long we've known each other"
"And now I feel old"
"You're still older than me, so it's all good"
"You're definitely better than okay, Schnitzel"
"I told you. I'm a tough cookie"
"ENOUGH WITH THE PUNS"
"You're quick"
"And sleepy"
"Okay, I'm off to bed"
"Just know I'm here whenever you need me, I'll wait for you"
"And look who's talking about puns"
"FINE. You know what to do"
"Yes"
"Good night and remember, I love you"
"Good night to you too. Love you!"

Note: I don't drink Jack Daniels. She just thought the song was apt given my current situation. The talk of priests and Buddhist precepts were some things I observed from a visit to commemorate the dearly departed. Please do not question my faith in my religion or whatever that is related to it. You do not know me well enough to know my stand on things to base your illogical and invalid assumptions. You can take your morals and preach it to someone else. Baskets. This is merely a conversation fueled heavily on crack made of chocolate and wine (the latter was obviously meant for her) just for laughs.

Quote of the century.

2009-07-15T18:54:00.001+08:00

"Had I not become a footballer, I think I would have been a virgin."
Peter Crouch's honest answer in a Soccer AM interview.

I don't even know.

Pointless post served its purpose. Toodles.

Life is good and the boys are stupid.

2009-07-13T20:49:00.004+08:00

I am finally free for a month and a half. To be honest, it's the first time in the span of two years that I ACTUALLY feel like I am on holiday. It feels fantastic.

It is also quite frightening in the sense that come September until December, I will be done with this. University. Assignments. Exams.

I refuse to add in 'Learning' as well because as we all know it, learning is an everyday process. You NEVER stop once you're out of the four walls of the place of education.

It will be bittersweet once it all ends. I will grow taller in more ways than one. I will miss my friends who have stuck with me for the last 3 or 4 years; sharing the grouses and pains and loves and jokes that happened all throughout those years.

Am I ready for what's up straight ahead?
Am I ready for the working world?
Am I ready for a new beginning?

I don't know but I'm optimistic ~~to a fault~~.

*****

Okay, back from Port of Pointless Nostalgia.

One of the things that has been nagging me is the whole PPSMI issue.

Reverting it back to Malay makes no logic, sense or cents. You have to look at it in the long run.

Yes, I understand that this aims to help the kids in the rural areas, but just think about it.

When you go to university, they are NOT going to teach you in Malay. Majority of them don't, I think. If you ever plan on working overseas, you need to have a basic grasp of the language.

HECK, THE SYLLABUS OVERSEAS LOOKS FAR INTERESTING THAN OURS, OKAY.

6 years of implementation cannot yield significant result, hello. What do you people think this is? IF NOT, WHY THE HECK IS NATIONAL SERVICE STILL IMPLEMENTED?!

I think Dr.M's blog makes more sense than most people do.

I was fortunate enough to have my dad instill the importance of learning English way early as a child. He reasoned that since we were all going to learn Malay in ALMOST EVERY SUBJECT in school, we might as well learn English. A lot of people thought we (my brother and I) were being snobby because we spoke English.

I had teachers (school and tuition) who often used English and Malay to teach me Maths, Science, Chemistry and Physics. So, that was an added advantage for me.

Come to think of it, I have plenty to thank my dad and certain teachers for. I would have really wanted to learn the two subjects in English (no, I am not crazy). It would have further helped me in university.

You will NOT lose your identity if you speak English. Who gave you that logic? We only choose to forget it because we want to. When people start blaming other things for a loss of identity, it really annoys me to no end. You should have faith as strong as the faith that you have in religion (or whatever you choose to firmly believe in) that YOU WILL NOT LOSE YOURSELF in learning something that is good for you.

HOW IN THE WORLD ARE WE TO BE GLOCAL MALAYSIANS IF WE GO BACKWARDS?

You can agree or disagree with me, but this is what I have to say about it. Please respect it.

*****

Speaking of things I hate about Malaysians, this time it is about food.

*Sid the sloth makes a cameo appearance and sings*
FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD!

Thank you, Sid.

Yesterday, I went to the temple with my dad for the yearly memorial services for my late aunts.

I liked going there to celebrate the departed. It makes me thankful for all that I have and remember them for all that they have done for me before they passed away.

Yesterday, the prayer hall was a little crowded because there was a family who was there to celebrate someone's 60th birthday.

The priest was amusing because he was being adorable and said some things that made me giggle because "OMG THAT IS SO REAL LIFE!". I glanced at my dad a couple of times and he kind of gave me a knowing look. "COME HERE AND TALK TO BUDDHA EVERY WEEK!" haha.

Then, before the final prayers, we're supposed to serve the priest food for lunch. So, I really wanted to serve them something (I don't know, vegetables or rice or curry) to earn some brownie points for being a decent human being.

BUT OMG. You should have seen the other family (the one celebrating the birthday) RUSHING AND PUSHING to serve the food.

It was madness of epic proportions. I kid you not.

I gave up and sat with my nieces and nephews. To hell with brownie points.
~~Okay. I made up the lost brownie points by giving the priest an offering in the form of money.~~

Then, once the prayers were over, we all got to eat.

NOT BEFORE THIS OTHER FAMILY DECIDED TO OFFER SOME SOUVENIRS/OFFERINGS IN THE FORM OF COLGATE, HANSAPLAST, CHINESE LAXATIVES TO THE PRIEST.

BEST PART? IT WAS ALL VIDEOTAPED AND PHOTOGRAPHED.

I'll be honest with you. I absolutely find it tacky and distasteful if you donate something for a good cause while posing for a video. It makes me think you're an insincere person.

I don't know, I always get this feeling when people do that. That makes me crazy, I know.

So, it was finally time to eat.

I saw yoghurt that was being offered to the priests being taken back and put into pouches.

WTF. If you offer something to the priest, it's not really meant to be taken back for your consumption.

What's worse was that they were picking at food like a swarm of vultures picking at a carcass. No, really. They were cutting queues and pushing people who were looking for food.

I swear to God if my dad hadn't taken a packet of nasi lemak for me, I wouldn't have eaten at all. ~~I would've eaten some grapes because no one was looking at that.~~

It was insane. It is inappropriate (but somewhat okay) had this been some open house function. BUT THIS WAS FOR A PRAYER SERVICE HELD IN A PLACE OF WORSHIP CALLED A TEMPLE.

Where do you people keep your common sense?!

I saw this rainbow-coloured jelly AND some KFC chicken and being a little shameless, I was looking for it. BUT I FOUND NONE. It was all for the family who celebrated this lady's 60th birthday.

I know I shouldn't complain, but we shared our food we brought for the temple with everyone, why couldn't they share their food with us?

I was so annoyed. I wanted to slap someone.

Hopefully, the next prayer service will NOT be held with another family because I know the same shit will happen on a different day.

*****

Have a pretty kitty on me.

I am naming this fierce and sexy one 'Adam' for reasons you should not know.

Time to figure out what to do now. Toodles.

I flailed. Hard.

2009-07-04T14:15:00.003+08:00

I JUST FINISHED MY ETHICS PAPER AND I COME HOME TO THIS BEING POSTED ON MY TWITTER AND FACEBOOK ACCOUNTS.

THIS HAPPENED.

MY TWO FAVOURITE PEOPLE ON STAGE. RYAN SINGING 'TIME OF MY LIFE' TO DAVID.

CAN YOU TELL I AM SO RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY?

I have been wanting to see them on tour TOGETHER since May of last year. I got my wish and now this happens. It's kind of insane, I can't even put it in words.

For the last two days, I have been crying because I was just so upset over things that weren't even my fault.

After seeing that video, I am crying happy tears. My cheeks are hurting from this stupid grin I have on my face. My heart is swelling of happiness.

David Cook and Ryan Star, I freaking love you with every fibre of my being. Keep on being the awesome and amazing people that you are. You two have no idea how much you make me happy just seeing that. I am lucky to have had the chance to have some kind of contact with either one of you. Thank you for the experience and thank you for this. I may be living vicariously through other people's videos but just knowing that I had the similar chance of that is good enough for me.

Thank you for making me smile again.

*sleeps with this*

Oh my Ra, it's made of gold.

2009-07-01T22:03:00.008+08:00

I have successfully finished reading my Ethics textbook. EPIC PROGRESS.
Next up, Cross-Cultural!

I haven't been anywhere else except for the library or the reading room ~~or even Subway~~. I'm there from 8:30AM until 5:00PM. I only do it because if I study at home, I'll be distracted by a few things. ~~What those distractions may be, I am not telling you. I do NOT want to be held responsible if you get distracted as well~~.

The last time I went out and had an awesome time was on Saturday with the MYwn girls, even if it was like only for a short while. It was fun. I adore them, they make me feel normal.

It's okay if I don't go out. I have priorities. Delayed gratification is my best friend.

I know I should feel good that I am on track with my studies and other random things.

However, something caught my attention and dampened my spirits.

The Indonesian immigrant sent me this e-mail about the sugar level in the food we typically consume daily.

I am sad to announce that I am ashamed of myself.

I drink fresh orange juice EVERYDAY.

Typically, my mother cuts about 8 oranges and I make the juice (I do everything, except for the cutting because hello, remember the insane fear of knives?). For each orange she cuts, I have to put in a spoonful of sugar. So, that would mean that I typically put in 8 spoons of sugar. With the 6 cubes of sugar there for one orange, that would be 48 cubes of sugar. Add them up together and you get a total of 56 cubes of sugar in a single glass of fresh orange juice.

Which is equivalent to...

4 pieces of Cinnabon cinnamon rolls.

Yesterday, I had watermelon slices after lunch.

That was equivalent to four and a half cubes of sugar.

Today, I had this after lunch.

18 1/2 cubes of sugar.

I am leading such an unhealthy life. No wonder my father is secretly worried about my daily sugar intake (and I thought the doctor said I was nowhere near the diabetic line).

Sigh. Truly an FML moment, no?

I'm going to eat this from tomorrow onwards.

Oh, well. I'm going to stare at this pretty boy named Tomas Rosicky playing the guitar to feel less guilty.

Schnitzel, I think I'm in love with you (and your hair).

You know what? I think that MLIA.

*For the uninitiated, MLIA = My Life is Average; FML = Fuck My Life. God, keep up, people!

Have I seen you before?

2009-06-28T20:29:00.006+08:00

I am famous for all the weird reasons.

The last time I was in the newspaper was when I actually spoke to David Cook, which was somewhere in May. I am the one in the green shirt, in case you couldn't see me (click on the pic for a better view).

Before that, during the 2006 World Cup, I was in the papers along with my foundation mates.

Obviously, we were amused Cristiano Ronaldo fell and cried, hence the smiles and laughter.

TODAY.

I AM IN THE FREAKING NEWSPAPER. AGAIN.

The caption read: Rowena Hanafiah, 21, looking at a Michael Jackson album at Bangsar Village Shopping Complex yesterday.

THIS HAPPENED ON FRIDAY.
So, here's what happened. I was in Bangsar Village to buy groceries with my dad.

We went to Rock Corner and asked them if they had Michael Johns' album. The guy at the counter said "Oh no, but we have Michael Johns on that David Foster album". They don't even know when the album is coming. *WAILS* At least they know who Michael Johns is, so there is hope.

After that, we had dinner at one of the stores nearby and we had a SERIOUS discussion about Michael Jackson and other great bands and I randomly mention that I want to buy my albums to replace the VERY old cassettes I have of Michael Jackson, to which my dad said "Okay".

So, we went to Speedy Video in Bangsar Village to check on some Michael Jackson's CDs and the store assistant said THEY WERE ALL SOLD OUT. OMG WHAT. "The man died so everyone wants a copy and they're all sold out" was the reply I got. BOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Then, we went back to Rock Corner again to try my luck on the Michael Jackson albums and we see this reporter and photographer taking photos of this girl holding Michael Jackson's albums. I was like "Okay, let me stand here where it's safe" and this other reporter looked at me and asked "OH HI WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE OUR MODEL? ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS HOLD THE ALBUM AND PUT THE HEADPHONES ON" and I looked at my dad and I said "Okay". My dad was laughing at me when the guy was taking my pics. I died.

The reporters asked me if I was a fan and I said "Yes" and they asked me some other random things. They told me that the article is due Saturday (if they could get it approved on time) and I was like "OMG WHAT? I'LL BE IN THE PAPER TOMORROW?! OMG WHAT?!" and I died again. They asked me for my e-mail and stuff. They complimented my handwriting, saying it looked really neat for a Psych student.
Hello, Medic students have bad handwriting, Psych kids refused to be associated with them.

I called my mother and told her what happened and she was like "WHAT? OMG HAHAHA WHAT DID YOU DO? OH HEY, THERE'S SOME NEWS ON MICHAEL JACKSON ON THE TELLY. I WANT TO LISTEN TO THAT SO TALK TO YOU LATER OKAY?".

I laughed all the way home, thinking about how insane it was that on Friday morning I wrote this long note on Facebook about why Michael Jackson was my hero AND I got interviewed about him later in the evening. The same thing happened with David Cook. I took this photo of him outside Quiksilver somewhere in April and about five days after I took the photo, I found out that I was going to see AND talk to him. Ryan Star? Don't even get me started.

I was relating these things to my dad and he said "You should thank me for this". And he was all "Don't tell anyone yet, let it be a surprise!". HAHAHA.

Full article HERE.

The photo in the online article is small, but the one in the paper is huge, I'm not even lying. You could really see what Skizzy wrote on my left wrist (out of sheer boredom, as always). It was a random Ryan Star lyric. I was hell bent with heaven sent.

So, yeah. I am in the papers again. It is SO VERY embarrassing, I can die.

The things you do for the love of music. Sigh.

Michael Jackson is my hero.

2009-06-26T22:58:00.003+08:00

Let's have a little backstory before we start, shall we?

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. This little girl would never sit still and create a riot for her parents. She would steal things from the kitchen and pretend she was a mini-Kyle Peek. She wanted to be a drummer, you see. Her parents, not wanting any more shenanigans from her, decided to tape random music videos, sit her in the cot and let her watch all these music videos. The 80s was a great year for music. She grew up to Duran Duran, Prince, Lionel Richie, Cutting Crew, Europe, New Kids on the Block, Johnny Hates Jazz, Fleetwood Mac, A-Ha and so much more.

One name that stuck out for her during the times she watched these videos when she was young was Michael Jackson, the King of Pop.

This man played a huge part in her life. She would watch his videos and tried to dance like him but failed. She was born with two left feet. She would sing along to his songs. She had all his albums. When she was 5, she used to pretend she was in a band with her brother and two older nephews. One of them would do the moonwalk, and they'd all sing even if they didn't know the words.

Her best friend of 18 years and her would sing 'Bad' because that's what they wanted to be.

One of her favourite uncles called her 'Dangerous' because of two things:
01. She was a cheeky little thing who'd go around wreaking a mini-havoc.
02. It was her favourite Michael Jackson song.

Said favourite uncle passed away somewhere in late June of 2002. She misses him because of the fact that he gave that nickname for her. No one else.

When Michael Jackson came here in 1996, she was only 9 and couldn't afford to go see him. She was obviously sad, but she made a promise that she would go the next time he comes here. It'll be worth every penny, she said.

She would still listen to the songs and dance along, even if she still cannot dance properly.

When one of her favourite people covered a song of his on American Idol last year, all she thought of was "OMG WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THIS SONG? PLEASE DO NOT BUTCHER THIS CLASSIC SONG". Obviously, he didn't because it was a hit and it left her with goosebumps. ~~You need not know who this person is.~~

Someone once said that people who covered any Michael Jackson songs DID NOT like the original version to the point they needed to change it up because it is horrible to the ears. To this girl, it is nonsense and an insult to not only Michael Jackson, but also his fans. Anyone who covers his music obviously loves it and they're just trying to be innovative and inject their own vibe into the song so that they would not be deemed as being 'copycats'. Have you seen the remake versions of 'Billie Jean' or even 'Beat It'? Do they NOT sound amazing? Had there been no Michael Jackson, these covers would cease to exist and YOU would be listening to nothing.

Most people she knows now think that "YERR...YOU LIKE MICHAEL JACKSON? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?". She would call them 'stupid' and 'ignorant', but she was taught better than that. One man's meat is another man's poison, no?

To her, she doesn't need to know the person's backstory to like him or the music he makes. As long as he puts out great records and amazing songs, that's all that mattered. To borrow a line from a song: Music is believing, the more you close your eyes the more you hear.

This morning, she went to bed at 4AM after learning that Farrah Fawcett lost the battle against cancer. She woke up two hours later and heard that her childhood idol had died. Not a pretty way to start the morning.

She cried and cried.

You may see it as ridiculous because she is not close to Michael Jackson.

But you forgot something.

Remember her backstory? This is how her love for music grew stronger. She loves music so much that she would rather lose the sense of taste and smell than lose the sense of sight and hearing. Music is an integral part of her life, especially his. She felt that a part of her childhood has died too. He helped shape the person this girl grew up to be.

That little girl eventually grew up to become this person typing this note.

Rest in peace, Michael Jackson. You are a legend in my eyes forever and many more people will grow and learn to appreciate your music. Thank you for being a great part of my childhood.

In his honour, let's revisit these classics.
Earth Song.
This songs always makes me tear up. He puts this song out about wars, lands being destroyed by people who cannot care less about the environment, slaughtering of animals and so much more for us to see and stop condoning such acts. Has it stopped? Have we changed? Are you listening?

Thriller.
One of my all-time favourites. YOU CAN NEVER NOT LOVE THIS SONG.

Dangerous.
For my late favourite uncle.

**Wrote this originally at 9:45AM in my Facebook note while I was making use of the PCs in the library, but I just got home after a long and crazy day, so I just had the time to post this up here. Oh, by the way, I just got interviewed by a couple of NST reporters about Michael Jackson while I was out with my dad at Rock Corner in Bangsar Village. This thing I have with music is crazy. I talk or do something about a musician I love and the next thing you know, I get interviewed about them, I get to meet them and talk to them. Ryan Star, David Cook and now Michael Jackson. Lucky me, huh?

It's getting harder every night.

2009-06-26T03:07:00.002+08:00

Sometimes, I don't get people who don't sort their priorities right but call me unassertive.

The other day, we watched videos on exorcism. I was a little scared.

But today, I saw something that was even scarier than that.

THIS FUCKING SCARED ME MORE THAN THE EXORCISM VIDEOS I SAW IN CLASS.

Someone once said that they would love to see me make out with another girl, which made me pull a 'pretty' face (by 'pretty', I mean WTF). This person insinuated that I supported gay rights, therefore I was gay.

WHAT KIND OF SHITTY FUCKED UP LOGIC IS THAT?

HELLO, I CAN BE FUCKING STRAIGHT AS AN ARROW AND STILL VOUCH FOR GAY RIGHTS!

I make friends with EVERYONE, even with the guards or petrol pump attendants. It's something I learnt from my parents.

I have friends who are homosexuals and it sickens me to see what they have to go through everyday. They are the bravest people I know for putting up with shit like this. It's not easy living in a place where everyone looks at you like you have a disease. As you can clearly see in the video, homosexuality is treated like it's a fucking disease.

I do not fucking care if any of my friends are gay. I chose to be friends with you because of the respect you give me as another human being. I DO NOT LOOK AT YOUR STATUS, SEXUALITY, OR RELIGION TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU NEITHER DO I HAVE AN APPLICATION FORM WHERE YOU CAN TICK WHATEVER THAT IS APPLICABLE OR APPROPRIATE.

I was chatting with an old school friend of mine recently and she told me that the school's discipline is going down the drain. Guess what she said when I asked her what was the cause?

"Too many lesbian couples in our school"

Um, hi, I hate to tell you this, but it's not 1999 anymore. FUCKING GROW UP.

So what if there are couples in school? It's their time to be curious. That doesn't make them the REAL misfits.

Are they causing fights? Are they stealing things? Are they vandalising school property?

NO. NO. NO.

Homosexuals are people too. They have rights, just like you and me.

If you asked little 14-year-old Roxy what her stand on this matter is, she would tell you that she is homophobic. Why? Because it has been drilled in her head by school authorities that HOMOSEXUALITY IS A SIN AND YOU WILL BE PUNISHED IF YOU GOT CAUGHT.

Fast forward three years later, she will tell you that whatever she learnt from them was wrong. IT'S NOT A SIN. GROW UP AND FORM YOUR OWN OPINIONS, FOOL.

She still supports and vouches for gay rights.

It's okay if you don't agree with what I believe in. Just don't treat them like bloody outcasts or that they have been possessed by Satan for them to commit such acts.

If ANYONE ever insinuates that I am gay and that's why I support the cause again, I will give it to you where it hurts the most.

Warning: Fangirly tendencies up ahead.

2009-06-24T23:23:00.003+08:00

I know I speak non-stop about people I love and that pisses (most) people off.

But these videos had me in tears.

Because what I have ALWAYS wanted to see happen, FINALLY HAPPENED.

I know. I sound so fangirly to the point my friends think that my MAIN personality trait is being a fangirl (but you've got to admit, being fangirly GOT ME SOMEWHERE AND SOMETHING ANYWAY).

BUT LOOK AT THAT VIDEO. IF YOU KNOW ME WELL ENOUGH, YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND WHY I AM TYPING THIS ALL IN CAPS AND HOW THIS MEANS THE UNIVERSE TO ME.

These people mean the world to me. I love their music and also their personalities. I have seen, heard, and touched one, while I have spoken, heard, and seen the other.

That moment is something you CANNOT trade for anything in the world.

Not even for Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen tickets.

Ever since David did Baba o'Riley on American Idol, all I said to my 18 years was "Hello, it would be epic if they toured together" because like 2 years before David Cook walked into my life, Ryan Star was my hero AND he also sang this song on Rockstar: Supernova (and got eliminated after that but let's not go there now). She scoffed at the idea.

Fast forward to a couple of months later. They are on tour together, sharing the same stage night after night. No one listens to me, as usual.

How do you expect my inner fangirl to NOT go crazy seeing them together?

And seeing that...I have no words.

I am sorry, all I have are just happy tears.

Guess who's back?

2009-06-21T12:53:00.003+08:00

Yeah, yeah. Little baby David Michael is home.

He is no longer ill and works like a charm now.

His not-so little irresponsible mother has since repented and will no longer abuse her child.

*****

In other jolly news, I am rather pleased with my midterm results for this semester. I never expected such good results considering I was working under pressure with lots of assignments to complete AND my parents running around looking after my brother.

Oh, didn't you hear? My brother turned English by breaking his fifth metatarsal toe on his right foot. Oh well, I guess that comes in the territory of sharing the same birthday as David Beckham. Heh.

So, that good news of my results just makes me feel so damn good about myself. Not to the point of being cocky or anything, I do know that studying at the very last minute isn't a good thing ALL THE TIME. I learnt to not take things like these for granted.

So, this is where I make a promise to myself. Starting this week, I will spend time in the library, making notes and studying for my finals. I will return home from college and spend an hour or two watching old Disney animated films to de-stress myself and normal nightly studying service is resumed.

Plans fail and falter, but I'll make sure this one works.

ONE MORE SEMESTER TO GO AND I WILL BE DONE. UK, WAIT FOR ME NEXT YEAR!

Currently listening to:
Declaration - David Cook.

That is my declaration *points up*.

Baby's black balloon needs to fly.

2009-06-18T21:21:00.003+08:00

BREAKING NEWS:
My David Michael got taken away from me today because he was chronically ill for the last few months without my knowing.

Lousy owner, I am.

The last thing I saw on David Michael was my Ethics midterm results, in which I did pretty well considering the serious fact that I barely had time to study with all the assignments I had to do and the random ongoings at home.

The last thing I said to David Michael was "FUCK, YES!!!" because I was just so excited over my results because I seriously did NOT expect it. Need I remind you that I had little time to prepare for the exam?
Not only am I a lousy owner, I am also apparently VERY rude.

All the data in David Michael will be erased as the technician said he needs to reformat the whole thing again.
I was smart enough to back the files up before the technician took him away.

David Michael will be away for the next couple of days.
Which means, I can rekindle my love affair with Tomas.

Oh well, something is better than nothing, no?

Finals in another two weeks and I need to study.
Lady luck never strikes twice.

Toodles, kids.
David Michael, come back to me soon.

Five things.

2009-06-15T22:22:00.004+08:00

01. I can't wait to graduate.

02. I wish you were more like his friends.

03. So, I am saving enough money to buy Ryan Star's 11:59 and Paolo Nutini's Sunny Side Up.

No, seriously. I am so broke that I can't even buy food for myself. I'm too busy paying off debts. Really.

04. If you haven't listened to Ryan Star's Right Now, I suggest you do so RIGHT NOW.
(Hey, see what I did there? I'm smart!)

I like running along to this song, especially when I am angry and there's no clothes in sight for me to wash. It kind of makes me forget certain things I don't want to know or remember. Stress-reliever as well.

Go HERE to see the video.

05. Remind me to NEVER sit close to the movie screen when watching a 3-D animated film. It will give you a fever, headache of epic proportions and sins. Trust me.

More updates later.

It's crucially official.

2009-06-08T12:59:00.008+08:00

Dear May,

You are officially 22.

That makes you officially old.

I am so glad you officially decided to come back to me.

Portuguese grilled pari fish is officially the best thing ever.

Our greeting to each other is officially 'Jesus take the wheel'.

We are officially 18 years and still counting.

I officially just love you.

We will officially always have our jokes about Terry, 'David Archuleta', Steven and random songs.

I would officially not trade you for anything.

You are officially sempiternal to me.

Yours officially,
~Roxy~

OFFICIAL BIRTHDAY PICSPAM PARTY TIME NOW!

The band took a moment to pose and wish you HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Until someone decided to get all emo and sit by the piano and brood. All by himself.

Michael Johns knows how to fix this. Booze is always the cure.

Frank wants in on the celebration too. Sassy boy brought you two bottles of champagne.

Then, he got too drunk and forgot where he was or what he was doing.

Nando thought he could hold the alcohol down. As you can clearly see, he was obviously wrong.

What are Potato and the boys looking at?

Oh, my! It's Adam Lambert they're looking at! He stopped to tell you that he wants you to sparkle and be glamourous just like him. He sang 'No Boundaries' for you as well.

Potato man is telling the boys to stop getting distracted and work on your present.

David Blaine is trying to conjure up your gift while the boys look on.

MIKE IS CURIOUS. WHAT IS THIS GIFT?

TA-DA! A TRAY FULL OF CUPCAKES FOR THE BIRTHDAY GODDESS! BAKED AND SERVED TO YOU BY COOK.

I'm officially mad, but that's okay because so are you.

It all comes back to this.

2009-06-03T19:59:00.002+08:00

I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.

I have never been THIS awkward in my life.

Whatever happens, I'm glad.

The guest blogger steps in for ten seconds.

2009-05-30T17:25:00.004+08:00

Hey Roxy,

Remember the time we had that talk about how a guy is NOT worth your time or dime if he is NOT willing to look past the religion you profess?

Remember the time I labelled them as 'pricks'?

Remember the time I said you will find someone who will love you the way you are and not judge you and accept you all the same?

Remember the time I told you that if anyone calls you a 'superficial' little thing, you poke them in the eye and tell them to "Shut the fuck up"?

Remember the time I said that John Terry and Michael Johns are sex on two legs?

Remember the time I said Michael Johns and Mark Webber are actually the same people?

Yeah. I want you to remember them forever until the day you die.

Tonight, whatever the outcome, we shall drink until we're drunk and be merry. Just like the good old days.

I love you. Sempiternally.

Yours sincerely,
May-in-the-box.

Hiatus.

2009-05-25T16:30:00.002+08:00

Dear people who are currently reading this,

Because you know how much I love short semesters and the ridiculous amount of workload I am blessed with, I am here to announce that I will be on hiatus for the next five weeks or so.

I will NOT be updating until I have a considerable amount of time to breathe or even sleep.

If I have tags or memes that have yet to be completed or recaps of my mundane life that need to be written, please have a little bit of patience and know that they are all current works in progress.

I will try my level best to drop by your blogs and comment during this crazy few weeks.

Thank you for your co-operation, well-wishes, and love. If I'm lucky, I will have my two wonderful guest bloggers to update for me, but that also depends on their availability to do said task.

Take care, everyone.

Love you munchkins all the same,
-RH-

Currently listening to:
Killer Queen - Queen.

I missed this.

2009-05-20T00:11:00.002+08:00

As much as I love David Cook, I love this man.

Life is good. Not perfect, just good.

I will resume my updating duties tomorrow. Bye, biscuits.

I can't remember ever falling THIS hard.

2009-05-16T22:29:00.005+08:00

HI WORLD, I'M HOME.

I'm truly sorry for my absence. I was...busy.

I FREAKING SPOKE TO DAVID COOK. AND OMG, I ALMOST STARTED FREAKING OUT WHEN IT CAME TO MY TURN TO SPEAK.

I mean, who in the would have thought that you would get to see AND speak to someone you adore/fancy/like/insert appropriate word here?

It all innocently started back in November, I went to the DCO forum thread for Malaysian fans and I got to know a couple of Malaysian fans. I kept in touch with them, occasionally on DCO and on Facebook.

One day, one of them sent us all a message saying that SonyBMG is giving 10 fans the chance to speak to him via a video conference on the 12th of May.

After a long day from running some errands, I came home saw that message and my initial reaction looked A LOT like this:
O_O

I already was NOT on that flight to Manila to see him perform, so this was the best thing I could do.

I flailed. I wouldn't want to let go of this chance. EVER.

I realised that my semester would only be starting on the 11th of May and I have no idea what time/day my classes would be on.

I EVEN PLANNED ON SKIPPING CLASSES BECAUSE THERE WAS NO WAY IN HELL I WAS GOING TO LET THIS CHANCE SLIP BY ME.

I know it's just an obsession, but think about it. Would you let anything like that pass you by?

NO.

Thankfully, my timetable came out on Friday and my classes on Tuesday did NOT clash with the video conference.

See, I was good enough to attend classes.

The whole thing was great. I didn't even know what I asked him (okay, I didn't get to ask him about why he likes Arsenal). It was insane.

My brain just died when I realised that "OMG HOLY SHIT. I AM TALKING TO HIM, HE IS TALKING TO ME. I CAN SEE HIM, HE CAN SEE ME!" and I lost my thoughts.

He was tired but he still took time to talk to us and his face! HIS LAUGH. I can never get over it.

MUSTARD FACE. OMG SO ADORABLE CAN DIE.

Transcript up over HERE. Video should be up soon. Jangan gelakkan aku, May.

I have to share with you a couple of things pertaining to the man, though.

Four of my friends who went to Manila called me up during four songs. I HEARD HIM SING.

Okay, I know watching YouTube videos of him singing is also counted.

But this is different. I got to hear him sing The World I Know, Light On, Bar-ba-sol, AND A Daily AntheM.

The last song was incredible. Archie came out and sang along and even when the music ended, the fans sang along. IT WAS FREAKING AMAZING.

A Daily AntheM was not one of my favourite songs from the album, but it has slowly grown on me. Saturday was the night my love for this song was sealed.

I heard the ending where everyone goes "Whoa, Whoa" and I teared up. I CANNOT STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS PART BECAUSE IT WAS AMAZING.

Watch this:

THAT WAS JUST INSANE.

I may be a little jealous, but I heard it and that made me insanely happy.

If they had called me during this, I would've screamed my head off.

I think it's safe to say that I can die right now. I've gotten to do most of what I wanted to do, with the exception of seeing Chelsea play 'live', obviously. But I'm okay with that.

Have one more song on me. This is 'Avalanche'.

Time to do some work and update PROJECT365 now.

"Ryan Star in 2006 all over again"

2009-05-12T09:22:00.004+08:00

At 5PM later, I will be talking to David Cook.

I just realised that and now I'm freaking out. Not even lying, I am scared. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be speaking to him. See him in concert, maybe. But this?

THIS TAKES THE CAKE.

I might make a fool out of myself.

But, OMG MY DREAM IS COMING TRUE.

I AM GOING TO SPEAK TO THE MAN.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Might post a recap, if I feel like it.

To you, from me.

2009-05-10T11:57:00.003+08:00

Dearest favourite niece,

I love you.

You're just so thoughtful and so full of love that every single time I walk into your father's office and look at the cards and crafts you make for him posted on his room wall, it makes me feel so touched to the point I want to cry.

You are so precious to everyone who knows you, including me. You're the most beautiful little butterfly to me, even if you're on the verge of turning 14 in July.

I wish that you'd stop growing up but that would be fighting/defying the force of nature. So all I want to say to you is: Please don't grow up too fast.

Always know that I love you. Even if I don't say it that often.

Love,
Your aunt who loves to ramble way too much for her own good.

KTBFFH.

2009-05-07T16:25:00.002+08:00

Is it odd that I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY want Man United to win the Champions League now?

Cristiano Ronaldo, you bloody pansy. Show me that there is some amount of goodness in you.

If you think I am bitter, then you are correct.
Well, half-correct anyway.

That has got to be the worst kind of refereeing I have seen in my 15 years of being a football fan. WE HAD FOUR PENALTIES DENIED, OKAY. TWO OF WHICH WERE BLATANT HANDBALLS.

I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE MAD LIKE MICHAEL BALLACK RIGHT NOW.

If we had lost on the fact that Barcelona played better, I would not be upset about it. Honest to God, I would be a good sport and laugh at my boys.

BUT HELLO. WE PLAYED BETTER, SCORED A SCREAMER OF A GOAL AND DEFENDED LIKE OUR LIVES DEPENDED ON IT.

This was the ONLY trophy I cared about.

And fucking Barcelona took that away from us.

I sincerely hope Man United screw you over, Barcelona, because you didn't deserve that spot in Rome. AT ALL.

Also, if you screw me over and make fun of me, be prepared to die.

Hell hath no fury like a Chelsea fan scorned.

I am done ranting. Normal service is resumed.

It's a new life for me, and I'm feeling good.

2009-05-05T22:20:00.003+08:00

Firstly, because I am shameless, I would like to promote myself.

After three good weeks of saying NO to Twitter, I am sad to announce that I have succumbed to peer pressure and opened an account. The comma-challenged man's time of having fun is up. Three weeks of fun is long enough, okay.

GO TWEET YOURSELF.

May, you owe Skizzy. Pay her up before she starts to randomly drop hints in the middle of conversations.

Secondly, another attempt of shameless self-promotion.

MY TAKE ON PROJECT365.

For more information on what Project365 is all about, go HERE and educate yourself.

Enough of the self-pimping. I have work to do.

May 12th, get ready because here I come!

Here you come again.

2009-05-03T17:27:00.006+08:00

You know this feeling I'm currently going through right now?

It's EXACTLY the same thing I felt a good three years ago.

"It's like Ryan Star in 2006 all over again"

Those were the exact words I told her when this news broke out.

In approximately 9 days from now, I may be speaking to this man.

It's no hoax or joke.

I could very well be speaking to him.
~~Provided I keep my composure and stay calm and not ramble like a fool.~~

Do you know what that means?

It means that after that happens, I can be happy sempiternally. I would have absolutely no reason to be bitter if he goes and skips our country OR if he goes and performs in my brother's former university.

BECAUSE I WILL BE SPEAKING TO HIM. ~~WE'RE HAND-IN-HAND, CHEST-TO-CHEST, NOW WE'RE~~ FACE-TO-FACE.

Mock my fangirly side and call me 'stupid'. Because you know what?

IT BLOODY PAID OFF.

I'll keep being me.

2009-05-01T23:00:00.003+08:00

If we had the same ideas on life and everything else in between?

We'd all be Stepford Wives. We'd be fucking robots that believe in happy sunshines and magic rainbows. We'd be submissive idiots.

I'd rather die than be one of those fake, blindly-conforming, programmed things.

Be thankful we're different. I can't stand it if we were all the same. A hint of similarity is fine, but not on everything.

I might cut myself if I knew I'm being surrounded by people who are just like me. One of me is enough to drive certain people up the wall. So, why have all that?

Don't change.
Don't conform.

Be comfortable in your own skin and do what you love. And don't stop doing it.

Scream the news from the roof tops, baby.

2009-04-30T11:06:00.002+08:00

I AM EXCITED. YOU CANNOT IMAGINE HOW EXCITED I AM.

NOT EVEN LARGE FONTS ALL CAPS-LOCKED CAN TELL YOU HOW HAPPY I AM.

OMG. MY WISH IS FINALLY COMING TRUE.

TALK LATER. SQUEALING NOW.

Music is in my veins.

2009-04-28T18:44:00.002+08:00

Previously done on Facebook, I thought it was fun to bring this here.

Using only song names from ONE ARTISTE, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think.
(I'm going to pick SIX ARTISTES because I can)

My FIRST choice:
Ryan Star.

01. Male or female?
Psycho Suicidal Girls.

02. Describe yourself.
So Ordinary.

03. What do people feel when they're around you?
Perfect.

04. How would you describe your previous relationship?
The Same When I'm Alone.

05. Describe your current relationship.
Waiting for Love.

06. Where would you want to be now?
The Back of Your Car (HAHAHAHA!).

07. How do you feel about love?
Sink or Swim.

08. What's your life like?
Take a Ride With Me.

09. What would you ask for if you had only one wish?
Last Train Home.

10. Say something wise.
We Might Fall (it is wise to take note that we might fall if we're not careful).

My SECOND choice:
David Cook.

01. Male or female?
Billie Jean.

02. Describe yourself.
I'm Alive.

03. What do people feel when they're around you?
Innocent.

04. How would you describe your previous relationship?
Unlucky.

05. Describe your current relationship.
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For.

06. Where would you want to be now?
The Finish Line.

07. How do you feel about love?
My Last Request.

08. What's your life like?
Life on the Moon.

09. What would you ask for if you had only one wish?
Come Back to Me.

10. Say something wise.
Breathe Tonight.

My THIRD choice:
Michael Johns.

01. Male or female?
Miss You Love.

02. Describe yourself.
We Will Rock You/We Are the Champions.

03. What do people feel when they're around you?
Feelin' Alright.

04. How would you describe your previous relationship?
Never Coming Back.

05. Describe your current relationship.
It Won't Be Long.

06. Where would you want to be now?
Japan.

07. How do you feel about love?
Dangerous.

08. What's your life like?
Life Is Okay.

09. What would you ask for if you had only one wish?
Wash Me.

10. Say something wise.
Don't Look Down.

My FOURTH choice:
Carly Smithson.

01. Male or female?
I'm Every Woman.

02. Describe yourself.
Superstar.

03. What do people feel when they're around you?
Beautiful You.

04. How would you describe your previous relationship?
Young Love.

05. Describe your current relationship.
Alone.

06. Where would you want to be now?
Surface Wound.

07. How do you feel about love?
I Need A Little Love.

08. What's your life like?
Bring Me to Life.

09. What would you ask for if you had only one wish?
Blackbird.

10. Say something wise.
The Show Must Go On.

My FIFTH choice:
Brooke White.

01. Male or female?
Jolene.

02. Describe yourself.
I'm a Believer.

03. What do people feel when they're around you?
Like a Star.

04. How would you describe your previous relationship?
God Only Knows.

05. Describe your current relationship.
Keep Running.

06. Where would you want to be now?
Follow Me (follow me and you'll see).

07. How do you feel about love?
Love is a Battlefield.

08. What's your life like?
Free.

09. What would you ask for if you had only one wish?
Come to My Rescue.

10. Say something wise.
You've Got a Friend.

My SIXTH choice:
Adam Lambert.

01. Male or female?
Black or White.

02. Describe yourself.
Born to Be Wild.

03. What do people feel when they're around you?
Some Kind of Wonderful.

04. How would you describe your previous relationship?
What About The Promise That You Made?

05. Describe your current relationship.
Kiss and Tell.

06. Where would you want to be now?
Mad World.

07. How do you feel about love?
Believe.

08. What's your life like?
Crazy.

09. What would you ask for if you had only one wish?
Ring of Fire.

10. Say something wise.
Play That Funky Music.

With that, I am done.

Take care, children.

If only we lived for the moment.

2009-04-23T14:23:00.005+08:00

Exams are over.
Bring on the holidays.

Bought a pair of shoes.

Total number of footwear I currently own = 21 pairs.

Watched a movie and had a good laugh with my friends.
Inside jokes, snoring man, movie itself.

Tandoori and naan for dinner with the parents and friends.
Awesome on all levels. Company, food, secrets revealed. Good times.

Stayed up all night and watched TV.
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, American Idol and Chelsea-Everton match.

Clairol Herbal Essences' Hello Hydration shampoo & conditioner?
BEST THING IN THE GODDAMN UNIVERSE.

Juke Kartel's latest album on repeat currently.
GOD, HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I MISSED THEIR MUSIC?

I am a fangirl and I tend to do stupid things.

Obsessed? Who, me? LIES.

I am done here.
I love you.

Lie to me and tell me that it's going to be alright.

2009-04-19T19:13:00.006+08:00

And so I ask, "Oh God, is there some way for me to take his place?"
~Permanent - David Cook~

My nephew passed away at 6:40PM today after hanging in there for two weeks.

You are a fighter, a strong one, Muadz. May you be placed amongst the good ones in heaven.

I will cry but I will take solace in the fact that he will be going to a better place now and that he's free from suffering.

I'll be okay, I just need some time.

My only saving grace of last night.

2009-04-19T12:12:00.005+08:00

Yesterday was a day full of tears and bickerings.

But, let me tell you this.

HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A CHELSEA FAN SCORNED.

You heard me. You piss me off well enough and my team will screw yours to the ground.

You know who you are. You pissed me off way too much last night, you Arsenal fan. I may be tiny, but don't take advantage of my youth.

This goes out to EVERYONE. You make fun of my team and see if karma thinks your ass is sweet enough to be bitten. If I don't tease your team when they lose, do the same for me. If you can't do that, you're a bunch of pricks.

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Let's move on to some pictures now.

HI JOEY. I MISS YOU AND YOUR SEXY SELF. COME BACK ~~TO ME~~ SOON, OKAY.

Um, I hate to break it to you, Florent, but that's not the right way of doing the heart hands. Take a leaf from Dave and Neal, yeah?

MR. POTATO! HAHAHA! I LOVE YOU.

You are my hero. I don't care what people call you, I love you. Rawr. You are sexier than that pansy too.
OH HI THERE, MY FACEBOOK FRIEND! *waves* I LOVE YOU TOO!

CAPTAIN AND VICE CAPTAIN. I LOVE YOU TOO.

Dear Petr, we love you. I don't care what people say about you lately, I will smack their faces for you. After that, I will yell "I DID IT FOR YOU!!!" at the top of my lungs.

I LOVE YOU BOTH. THAT IS ALL.

HUDDLES. I MISS THOSE.

CELEBRATION TIME, COME ON!

Okay, back to work, lazy bones. TWO MORE PAPERS TO GO.

Wish me luck!

I should stop wearing my heart on my sleeve.

2009-04-18T19:47:00.004+08:00

You think you've heard this before,
I'll try and say it differently,
as long as it comes naturally to me,
It's been making me sad,
Cos I can't find a better way
to speak the words I want to say to you.
~Heart on My Sleeve - Michael Johns~

I hate hospitals.
EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW THAT BY NOW.

I had to go two hospitals today. I visited my nephew in one hospital and another close family friend in another.

My nephew has in been in the hospital for two weeks already. I really have no idea what happened, but he shows no signs of improvement. I teared up at the sight of the tubes and wires attached to his body (but the tears remained in my eyes, they didn't roll down my cheeks). My mother was sobbing the entire time we were there. Even my brother cried. It was just a sad sight for anyone to see.

He is barely 17, he'll be sitting for his SPM this year. It's so disheartening to see him in that state. I may not be close to him, but I have feelings. My amygdala is functioning well. It hurts.

He is such a good kid. I am just sad that this happened.

I hope he will be alright, regardless of what happens.

A close family friend of ours was admitted to the hospital a few days ago. He had his right leg amputated yesterday. I was at the hospital yesterday as well when it happened. We stayed with his wife who was distraught when he was in the OT. I can understand her feelings. I know I would be in a similar position if that ever happened to anyone I care about.

Yesterday was so bad, I had tears. I'm not used to seeing him in that state. He was strong and fit. Now, he's frail and thin. Seeing him cringe in pain is a foreign concept to me.

He's very close to our family, in fact, he and my dad are almost like brothers. He was there to look after my paternal grandfather while he was in the hospital when my parents were to get married. He's always been there for us. ALWAYS. Seeing him like this kind of puts a knife through your heart.

I got to see how far they cut off his leg. It was below the knee.

I am not going to lie and say "Oh, that didn't affect one bit". BECAUSE IT DID. I am afraid it will happen to me or someone else. I can't imagine myself in that state. I AM FUCKING SCARED.

My father told me that it was a good thing I got to see this because it serves as a reminder/wake-up call. I am taking care of myself.

I wear my heart on my sleeve too much for my own good. I get emotionally attached to people or things. It's in my nature that I am like that. I am sorry if at times I sound so 'emo' in my posts and that pisses some people off but I do feel for people. It makes me sad when I see people in pain.

I know I should stop being so emotional. I even cry when I'm listening to certain songs that remind me of certain people (I do NOT cry to love songs because I get on with life after breakups, I don't need tears for them) because of how much that song means to me or how much that song reminds me of them. I cry to 'Permanent' every single time I hear it because of what the song is about, which is why I ALWAYS skip that song every time it comes on my playlist. That song is so beautiful, I feel like if it gets overplayed, it will lose its entire meaning.

Fact: Everyday, I wear my heart on my sleeve.

Tell me to stop playing that song from Michael Johns, regardless of how beautiful it is.

Please.

You think you've heard this before?

2009-04-15T21:13:00.003+08:00

~ COMPUTER-CHALLENGED MAN SINGS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SONGS EVER.
~ I realised that I clearly haven't told you who computer-challenged man is. HE IS MICHAEL JOHNS.
~ He called himself that so I am calling him that as well.

~ POTATO CHILDREN! LET'S KICK SOME BARCA ASS NEXT!
~ I love Liverpool. Let's remember Hillsborough today.
*observes a minute's silence*

~ Yesterday = BEST DAY EVER. Good times with family + great food = CONTENT ME. Basic math.
~ KIRIBATH CRAVING WAS SATISFIED YESTERDAY. OMG, I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW.

~ Why does he remind me of Cesc Fabregas here?

~ My mother = THE MOST RIDICULOUSLY AMAZING PERSON EVER.

I'm beat, I'm going to study for a while, then it's time for bed!

Did you like the cold?

2009-04-12T16:38:00.005+08:00

~ Potato children, wake up. DO NOT DO THIS ON WEDNESDAY. I WILL KILL YOU ALL AND THEN EAT YOU WITH GRAVY IF THAT HAPPENED. I AM NOT KIDDING.

~ You know you're out of the loop when people who are computer-challenged have Twitter accounts.

~ I would like to state here that I will not succumb to peer pressure and get a Twitter account. I am NOT going to jump on the bloody bandwagon.

~ I have a certain reputation to live up to, you know.

~ I want the computer-challenged person to catch up with modern technology and let him have some fun while he's at it. I'm nice like that.

~ More decent photos of my haircut:

BEST PHOTO EVER.

Yas is clearly NOT amused by my antics. HAHAHA.

~ Quote of the week:

"Why does it feel like Adam Lambert is trying to seduce me with his voice? I feel violated"

~ I love you too, you biscuit.

~ Study time!

The life that I knew is through.

2009-04-10T08:44:00.003+08:00

I'm deflecting. Don't ask me why but I just need to. It's not a want.

~ TEAM POTATO OMG. AWESOME.
~ I'm optimistic about that now. To think that 2 hours before that, I was being a pessismist. WHAT A TURNAROUND.
~ Going to the library and playing with my colours pens makes me feel nerdy and giddy.
~ I think I'm in love again.
~ Then again, it could just be me being the only one feeling that.

Something serious is about to happen and I'm not sure if I can deal with it yet. Death may play a part in it.

Just feel anger, feel pain, feel the sun and the rain, just feel something, oh something.

Everything else has suddenly taken over.

2009-04-07T01:10:00.003+08:00

I deflect.
I analyse.
I lie.
I cry.
I yell.

AND WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE SAY TO ME?

I'm not going anywhere.

The few constants in my life that I am forever grateful for, I miss you so much. You people are my last requests.

It's amazing what music does to you when you're in between reading textbooks and text messages and writing notes.

I'm losing my favourite game.

2009-04-05T16:34:00.003+08:00

~ I am tired, mentally and physically.

I wish I could have that luxury of waking up late on Sundays without being berated by other people living in my house with this question "WHAT KIND OF ANAK DARA SLEEPS SO LONG?" when there are other people in my house who wake up much later than me but NO ONE yells at them.

Sigh, wishful thinking. How I love you so.

~ OH WAIT F1 NOW. UPDATE LATER, BYE.

~ Back. What an incredible race. Yay Jenson! Also, Timo Glock is an amusing fellow.

~ Also, can someone tell me why the race started at 5PM instead of 3PM? I HOPE NEXT YEAR, THEY STICK TO THE ORIGINAL TIMING. Had the race started at 3PM, the drivers would have actually been able to complete 75% of the race and hence, they won't have half points. WHO IN THE WORLD GETS 2.5 OR 0.5 POINTS! WHY DO YOU NEED TO SATISFY THE VIEWERS OVERSEAS! I STAY UP AND WATCH THE RACES IN CANADA AND THE UNITED STATES WHEN THEY ARE SHOWN 1AM OR 2AM, WHICH IS WAY PAST MY BED TIME! WHY CAN'T YOU PEOPLE DO THE SAME?

~ I am being perfectly sane, thank you.

~ I totally forgot how amazingly handsome Mark Webber is until I saw him in today's race, walking around and talking to the other drivers while waiting for the rain to subside. Totally reminded me of Michael Johns.

~ I was laughing so loud when Felipe threw a hissy fit. Something about his viser's needing wipes, and one of the team officials kept saying "Felipe baby, calm down, we'll get it done". I don't know, it was something along those lines. IT WAS HILARIOUS.

~ Skizzy might get this:
Twinkle, twinkle little STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!

~ Kimi kind of guessed that the race was not going to be restarted (or maybe his car had some problems?) so he went to the pit garage, change his clothes, ate ice-cream and drank a soda. It was just that adorable.

~ And he also has a tattoo on his right wrist. Looks pretty awesome. Unlike the tattoo of a certain someone I know.

~ The TV commentators are so biased, it makes me want to throw up. Seriously, they're like shoving the "Love Fernando Alonso" and "Love Kimi Raikkonen" fest down your throats, you want to be bulimic. The ITV4 commentators are awesome though.

~ My dad told me to mind my language when I said 'ass' while watching the race. Lewis came out of the car and they mentioned something about his seat being moist and I just said "HELP, MY ASS IS WET!" and my dad was annoyed that I said that. "Mind your language", he said. I just laughed at him.

~ Yes, I realise I am going to hell for that.

~ I just remembered it's the All Souls Day for the Sinhalese community, where they commemorate the dead before the Alluth Avruddak (Sinhalese New Year) kicks in.

~ Speaking of Alluth Avruddak, I am hoping SOMEONE would just magically leave a box of 'kiribath' and 'seeni sambal' outside my room door. I will be the happiest child you will ever meet.

World culture, don't just learn it. Experience it.

~ Last week of lectures. Next week is finals. My plan? Spend time in the library, studying and making notes with my awesome colour pens while being serenaded by random people.

Good plan, si?

Stupid is as stupid does.

2009-04-02T23:54:00.008+08:00

~ You know that appilcation called "We're Related" on Facebook?

You know, the one where you can add any relative of yours who are on Facebook as your relative and you get to define how you are related to said relatives?

Yeah, that application.

I have that application only because 1524379 of my relatives use Facebook and if I ignore one request, another 9385621 requests will come. So I decided to just get that application and save me all that drama.

Yeesh. I don't randomly add applications. You think I am THAT free to do that?
Please. Go wash your brains with Mr. Muscle or something.

Well, yesterday, I got a notification from this application. I wanted to see who added me as a relative this time around.

Boy, I had to do a double-take on that one.

Apparently, I am Barack Obama's fourth cousin once removed.

This is certainly new, considering the fact that all these years, I've been led to believe that my great grandparents were either Sri Lankan-Sinhalese or Malay, not a bunch of ang mohs.

My parents have been lying to me about my ancestors? OMG WHAT? HOW COULD THEY?

I am paralysed!
*sings Thriller*

I have connections in the White House. You have been warned.

~ I finally got a haircut after 87345267 years.

Instead of having long glorious locks like this:

I now look like ~~Kyle Peek~~ this:

I like it. I might consider getting a dye job done as well but we'll see.

And to the stupid Scouser over there, I DO NOT HAVE KYLE PEEK'S HAIR. I AM MUCH MORE ADORABLE THAN THAT.

~ My lecturer was talking about a particular topic which hit home real hard. I mean REALLY HARD, to the point I cried a bit in class. All I wanted to do was just escape and get away from it. So I left before the class ended, which is something I hardly ever do. I just walked all the way to the other block to hand in some things. I cried on the way going and on the way back to the block.

People wouldn't know. They believe that reading the first line of everything I say is the gospel truth about me. Please. Mr. Muscle begs you to use him.

I don't tell you things I don't want you to know, unless we're like-minded, kindred spirits; or we're VERY, VERY, VERY CLOSE. I may let you in just a little but I won't go any further than what you already know, because I REALLY DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW MORE.

She's right. That is absolutely THE worst way for a young child to grow up faster.

It is still happening.

~ That 'Music of the Night' studio recording NEVER FAILS TO AMAZE ME, even if I've listened to it 72828154759 times already. Sigh.

This is me, blaming people.

2009-03-28T21:16:00.004+08:00

Dear God,

I have a love-hate relationship with Liverpool FC. Chelsea fans shouldn't have these kinds of feelings for their rival teams, especially the Reds.

You gave me too many Liverpool fans as friends and relatives. When they beat us at OUR own home, You cannot imagine how sad I felt to be mocked by those close to me. How dare they mock me in my state of sorrow and depression.

Last Friday, You put my beloved Chelsea together with Liverpool in the Champions League quarterfinals. I was not happy.

Today, as I left the Education UK expo, my beloved father looked at me while we were having a drink and said "I think that Liverpool John Moores University is the best that we saw today".

The Liverpool John Moores University campus for the programme I want to do is located nearby the sacred Liverpool ground named Anfield (it is also relatively close to Goodison Park, home of Everton, but that's not related to the story at hand).

What are You trying to do, God? Is this Your way of telling me that I should be supporting Liverpool instead of Chelsea?

IS THIS THE SUBTLE WAY OF YOU TELLING ME THAT LIVERPOOL FC IS THE BEST CLUB IN THE WORLD AND ARE WORTH SUPPORTING?

Is this my fate? To be a Liverpool fan?

Please don't make me fall for Liverpool, as if I had nothing else to do.

Your child,
-RH-

As you can see, this is the sum of the week.

We interrupt this programme for an important announcement.

2009-03-26T22:04:00.005+08:00

OKAY, DROP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING NOW AND WATCH THIS.

ADAM EFFING LAMBERT, I EFFING LOVE YOU.

Randomly, my mother was with me when I was watching his performance and she was all "WOW".

Then, she adds this:
"The gay ones on the show can sing really well. Last season, it was the 'almost gay' fella, now it's him"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

ALMOST GAY FELLA. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.

POOR DAVE.

Of course, I jumped to his defense by saying he's not 'almost gay'.

"What then? He's totally gay?"

DAVID IS INSULTED AND OUTRAGED BY THAT ACCUSATION, MOTHER.

But, yes. Adam Lambert. Awesome.

I will be away for the next weeks because I have exams to worry about. Toodles, children.

Good luck to those sitting for exams, completing assignments and presenting at the Psych Research Colloquium! All the best to you lovely people!

Hello world, are you listening?

2009-03-23T10:37:00.004+08:00

I am on hiatus because Streamyx doesn't want me to graduate on time. The connection has been a bitch and three-quarters, I keep getting disconnected. I haven't been online at home since Sunday.

I will be leeching off other people's Internet connection for the timebeing.

In my absence, I will be sleeping, singing, Sudoku-ing and...sleeping.

Oh, I forgot about completing my assignment. Look how I list down my priorities.

Typical.

Don't miss me so much. Go tell my Chelsea boys that they are idiots in my honour.

You WILL love Adam Lambert, my pretty boy.
May, please to be not feeling violated after seeing that. He looks Chinese, Skizzy?

Watch this awesome cover of Britney's Toxic. Freaking awesome in ways you can't imagine.

I love you sempiternally.

Lots of love,
~RH~

Is there someone loving you?

2009-03-22T02:08:00.004+08:00

Meh.
I feel nothing over the loss.
I think I'm getting used to it.

Says something about me, doesn't it?

OH, OH, OH!

I FORGOT.

People born on the 6th of October are just awesome. Just ask Mark Schwarzer.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

My dad is ranting about the Arsenal-Newcastle match to me now. It's making me feel amused/annoyed.

Pa, go complain to David Cook, can? He's an Arsenal fan too.

I am going to bed. Good morning, children.

You were always on my mind.

2009-03-20T20:23:00.003+08:00

OMGWTF.

LIVERPOOL AND CHELSEA.

AGAIN.

FOR THE 9384747th TIME.

IN THE LAST 5 YEARS.

I AM BLOODY TIRED.

My friend was right. I would be in a conflict if Chelsea and Liverpool in the quarters.

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Skizzy, if I end up being fat, I BLAME YOU ALONE.

I fell into a burning ring of fire.

2009-03-19T22:53:00.003+08:00

I have food poisoning and gastric.
I also have backaches and headaches.

Remind me to stick to what I know, even if my hunger is at stake.
I could start singing Temple of the Dog's Hunger Strike when that happens.

I'm going hungry.........................

Yeah, just remind me to sing that.

I've never felt so lousy in my entire life. This is my feeling crappy beyond words can say.

Sigh.

Cheer me up, minions.

Do you remember how it all began? (This ain't TTG, yo)

2009-03-17T22:42:00.005+08:00

Dear 'manusia kesayangan nombor tiga',

I don't like being accused of lying. It is against me and everything I've been taught to believe in to lie.

You see, you accused me of being a racist cow when I claimed that everyone either looks Indian, Chinese or something in between.

I have substantial proof that everyone is what I claim to be. Even your dearest David Cook is not spared from this.

If you refuse to believe me, I shall let this photographical evidence do all the talking.

Here is proof that said person looks Chinese (click on the pic for a better view):

As if that wasn't enough, he also can look Malaysian:

As you have mentioned that he also supports Arsenal, I also have proof that he is also Brazilian (and plays football like a pro):

So there you have it, my dearest. I would never lie about such things, especially when I have enough evidence to support my claim.

Truth be told, I really don't like it when you are not happy. It makes me feel bad when you're not yourself. I like you better when you're less grouchy.

I DID IT FOR YOU.

Lots of love, hugs, and kisses,
-Skizzy the awesome Scouse chick-

P/S: You're welcome. Call it a souvenir ;)

Call it a souvenir.

2009-03-16T20:30:00.008+08:00

It's been raining the last couple of days. Usually, I either sleep in or just curl up in bed with a good book and a cup of hot Milo/Neslo/cham in my hands.

Today, for some odd reason, I just wanted to run out and feel the rain on my skin. I don't know why, but I just wanted to feel something.

Maybe it's what I've been feeling lately. It's been a whirlwind of emotions, to be honest.

I think I have become rather cynical to the point people don't see me like they used to.

I get easily peeved at the smallest things and I curse at the tip of the hat.

I can never understand people and the wants they assume are needs, it drives me up the wall.

I forgot what it feels like to be on the receiving end of things. Last week was probably a good lesson for me to come back down to Earth.

I have lost my heart somewhere along the way to someone. It hurts, it sucks, it blows.

Maybe that's why I forgot how to feel.

You can keep my heart, the one you took when you walked away,
You can keep my heart, it's got no use here.
Call it a souvenir, call it a souvenir.

Tomorrow when it rains, I want the raindrops to hit me. Maybe I'll learn how to feel again. Just maybe, I might.

Call it a souvenir.

Best of the best.

2009-03-15T22:24:00.005+08:00

CRISTIANO WHO?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

First, second, and third best player in the world, my ass.

Knowing those Man United fans (with the exception of my kakak/mate named Sylvien), they will ALWAYS have something to gloat about.
They're just that optimistic to a fault.

Everyone looks Chinese, Indian, or something in between.
Skizzy, you racist cow. How dare you. Steven Gerrard looks Chinese to you now, is it?

OMG TOBY FLOOD ON MY TV AFTER 749673892 YEARS AND HE CONVERTED THE THIRD TRY. AND OMG NOW HE'S OFF WITH A POPPED SHOULDER.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

=(

What? I am a rugby addict, so excuse my enthusiasm.

Half time score: 29-0.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! DAMN, SON!

If Mathew Tait scored a try later in the second half, I can die happy.

Okay, fine. Pointless entry.

Have a Cookie, then.

Skizzy, does he look Chinese to you?

I'm being lazy. Can you tell?

Viva la Vida.

2009-03-14T12:38:00.009+08:00

So you know my mother and I are Idol junkies, right?

Last season, she supported David Archuleta (but she did like David Cook and Michael Johns, so it's alright).

By the time the Top 12 is announced (sometimes even before that), she would have picked her favourite. I would've called out mine from the auditions (I GOT LOTS OF TIME TO CALL OUT MY FAVOURITES, OKAY).

This season, she hasn't even told me who she likes! I was not a happy kitty.

So, I grilled her this morning.

"I am very disappointed in you"
"Why?"
"You still haven't told me who you like this season. By last season I already know who you supported"
"I don't have time to tell you-lah"
"Lies. My friends want to know who you like"
"Why?"
"Because they know you watch Idol and they want to know, okay? Plus they think you're cool"
"What have you been telling them?"
"Nothing"
"I don't know-lah, I'll tell you next week"
"You like Danny Gokey?"
"NO. I don't like him, I don't like his face"
"HAHAHAHA. Why? Does he have an arrogant face or something? Is it because he's using the sympathy card?"
"That sympathy thing will end, people will get tired of it soon. I don't know why, but I just don't like him"
"You like Adam?"
"You like him, so I can't pick him"
"Alexis?"
"Oooooooooohhh! I like her. Okay, that's my favourite. Go tell your friends that"
"Good!"
"Oh did you know Adam is gay?"
"Really? Why do you always like the gay ones? He is gay, the other one is almost gay"
"Who's almost gay?"
"Your David-lah"
"He's not gay"
"What about the things you tell me about Mavid?"
"That's just him being stupid with Michael Johns"
"Whatever. He's almost gay"

My mother, the one who wears sassy pants. I heart you.

This is a rather pointless entry. So, um, I'm going to go to my review now...

and leave you with something (or two).

WHAT? You think my mother's right? Whatever rocks your boat.

May, you might get the significance of this pic being posted here. If you don't, I have no words for you.

Eh, WHO'S THAT ADORABLE LITTLE KID IN THE CRIB?

Oh, it's me. HAHAHAHA. I damn adorable okay, be jealous.

Man United-Liverpool later. PLEASE LET THEM DRAW. Won't be around to watch the match, I'll be over at my cousin's place to celebrate his 10th wedding anniversary.

Until later, children.

I will be.

2009-03-12T21:02:00.004+08:00

Twenty shades of sadness later, I can't comprehend as to why I am the guilty party.

Maybe it's about time I learn to shut my mouth.

Don’t want to know I’m okay with this silence,
It’s truth that I don’t want to hear.

Oh Skizzy...

2009-03-11T09:54:00.003+08:00

Remember this thing I taught you while I was studying for my Social Psych paper?

BIRG? CORF?

Yeah.

That's the answer to the question we heard on the radio this morning.

Love,
Your football-loving sister.

Stay out of trouble.

2009-03-09T10:26:00.003+08:00

Psych = Best.Show.Ever.

ALSO, THE MUSIC VIDEO OF LAST TRAIN HOME.

Excuse me. My blog, my posts, my rules.

Also, Chelsea are up against either Hull or Arsenal in the FA Cup semifinal. Meh, and Man U get Everton. WTF easy draw.

Lily Allen's Fuck You is my favourite song of the moment.

Oh, Light On is playing on my radio now. HAHA. IT'S BEEN SIX MONTHS ALREADY. YAY THE AMAZING STAYING POWER OF THE NAKED LIGHT.

I think Skizzy understands that.

Back to work, bum.

I'll keep your things right where you left them.

2009-03-08T00:07:00.004+08:00

"OMG 2-0. WE'RE IN THE SEMIFINALS, YO!"
"HELL YEAH WE ARE!"
"I literally laughed out loud when Didi and Alex crashed into each other"
"Sadist"
"Also, Lampsy's no longer that stupid young boy he used to be"
"Does have something to do with...um...the term 'giving head'?"
"She told you, didn't she? That bitch"
"Stop swearing"
"Evs"
"Do you know she can make any sentence sound dirty?"
"Really? What did she say?"
"He'll huff and puff but he still can't blow"
O__________O
"She's a perv"
"And a cougar"
"She called me the 'black cougar cub' yesterday while watching Benji the Hunted"
"HAHAHA. RACIST!"
"I really wanted Avalanche"
"Think about it, May. When he sings the other song...it will sound like he's calling you. The song is meant for you. COME BACK TO MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"
"Ah, I can see it now. Totally makes perfect sense to me"
"I don't want to watch Idol anymore-lah, Ricky Braddy was robbed!"
"I know, right? Ugh, he was definitely robbed!"
"I'm supporting your mother's 'Deepak' from now on"
"HIS NAME IS ANOOP DESAI, GOD DAMN IT!"
"Evs, sis. I will root for him"
"Anyways, I'm off to bed"
"This is fairly early"
"There's this talk for International Women's Day later and I'm going, courtesy of my family friend"
"Ah, I see why now. I totally understand what you mean when you said that"
"You = penguin, me = fish"
"Us and our over-used analogy"
"We love it, anyway"
"Come home soon"
"I just love you"
"Seriously, enough with the lamb references! It's getting lame"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"

And I hope you'll find everything that you need, I'll be right here waiting to see, when you find you come back to me...

She's so lovely.

2009-03-05T21:52:00.002+08:00

~ I am unintentionally funny. It just happens.

~ Just because I am single, it does not give anyone the right to make jokes or make insinuating remarks about my sexuality. I am okay with my friends being homosexuals. That doesn't give you the right to judge me or my beliefs. If you believe that drinking alcohol is alright for you, I respect that albeit that I may disagree on it on some occasions. I expect you to respect my beliefs even if you disagree.

~ I already know what I want for my 22nd birthday. Please don't get me really stupid things like cosmetics or food, I will give them away. As much as I like food and all, but really? I want my brithday gifts to be something meaningful and something I can see or use on a daily basis without it being finished in a certain time. I hate it when people get me 'on-the-spur-of-the-moment' kind of gifts. I mean, you feel it then, but as time passes, you won't remember why the hell that joke came about in the first instance. I don't like that, especially if you are my friend. You should know the kind of person I am. I place a lot of sentimental value in things. So if you give me a tacky gift, it says something about you. That something is called 'not taking enough effort'.

~ Yes, I know I sound like a bitch. I am in a foul mood because of my headache. It is also because I am slightly hormonally-imbalanced.

~ Contrary to popular belief, I know how to stand on my own two feet. If I didn't, I probably would not be studying Psychology right now. I would have probably taken up Economics and Management Sciences or Accountancy like my parents wanted me to. So don't you dare say I need to start learning how to make decisions for myself, because I've been through situations where decisions needed to be made quickly. I made my decisions and never regretted it one bit even if they were not so much of the bright decisions. I stood by them and learnt.

~ I like smiling at people.

~ I was reading my yearbook and it made me cry a little. I miss my friends, my late teacher and those memories can't be erased like that. I cringed a little at the stupid stuff I wrote for the yearbook. Ugh.

~ I am in love with Michael Johns' voice.

~ Okay, you already know that fact. Um...OH! HERE'S A GOOD ONE! WHY DO PEOPLE SEND ME AN E-MAIL ABOUT HOW TO BOIL EGGS FASTER WHEN THEY CLEARLY KNOW I HATE EGGS? DO YOU SECRETLY LIKE TO PISS ME OFF?

~ I wasn't angry when I typed that, just excited and amused really.

~ I'm going to have a great educational experience this Sunday that some of you probably won't understand or want to get yourself involved in.

~ If you take/borrow my things, have the decency to give it back to me without my asking for it. It's not my place to ask like a beggar for my own things, especially if we meet on a day-to-day basis or live under the same roof. Like, WTF.

~ Tell me your name, baby, don't you play games with my heart and make me feel like I'm outside looking in.

That's what you people do to me.

~ If I wanted to be a greying old man, I'd rather be either Jose Mourinho, Arsene Wenger (Because he is SO intelligent, I want to be him. How many football managers do YOU know that have a Masters degree?), George Clooney, Al Pacino or Clint Eastwood than picking Brad Pitt. I would rather eat my own vomit than be Brad Pitt.

~ Clearly, I am fucking bitchy now, so I'll just stop.