C'est La Vie, Mon Cheri!

Love? No, not really.

2012-01-06T22:03:00.000+08:00

"I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity"

This line from F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby" perfectly sums up how I feel about you.

Very, very true.

Amazing how the right words strung together can clear the misunderstandings I've had about my feelings.

Day 2 - Your Least Favourite Song

2012-01-04T12:23:00.001+08:00

Well, this is difficult. There are so many despicable songs out there, it might even rival the number of my favourites. From Miley Cyrus to Key-dollar-sign-ha to the cast of Glee, there are many songs from these people that I absolutely dislike. It'll be quite difficult... OH WAIT I KNOW I KNOW.

No, it's not Rebecca Black's "Friday", puh-lease, she's more tolerable than the guy singing the song I'm about to name.

TADAAAAAA!!!

I remember how Niro and I used to make fun of this song when we were working at Wh. What with the obvious Autotune and that irritating voice of his, it's a song that's great to hate. He and Pitbull are top on my hate list because their songs are so irritating. Also, their music videos are degrading to women because women are just sex objects, sashaying in their tight little dresses, merely a tool to lure 14 year old boys raging with hormones, into being fans of these so-called singers and generating buzz.

So yes, by putting sexy women upfront in your music video, it's an indirect statement that you're hoping people will be so distracted by such lithe bodies that they will be led to believe your music is good.

Brilliant idea.

Day 1 - Your Favourite Song

2012-01-04T11:54:00.000+08:00

Oh my, I love this challenge, such a wonderful question to start it off.

My favourite song is the Wallflowers' "One Headlight".

If you're a friend of mine, you'll definitely know that the love of my life is Jakob Dylan. My love affair with the Wallflowers started when I was 17. It's been more than a year since I first listened to "One Headlight" and oh, it is such a brilliant song.

If I hadn't tired of Coldplay and Adam Lambert, I wouldn't have discovered the Wallflowers. Without the Wallflowers, I wouldn't have discovered Trent Lane and Daria, and I wouldn't have discovered Blur. My love for Gorillaz wouldn't have been renewed, and I definitely wouldn't have listened to Bob Dylan.

You see how my musical life would have been restricted to the Top 40 if I hadn't listened to the magic that is "One Headlight"?

What a miserable life that would be, limited to Lady Gaga and that Key-dollar-sign-ha freak.

So yes, "One Headlight". A remarkable beast of a song, a song I love forever.

30 Day Song Challenge

2012-01-04T11:45:00.000+08:00

Sure, I promised to do a 31 Day Challenge a long long time ago, but the questions were too...challenging. You know, it required some thought and couldn't be written just like that. Which I guess, is the point of the challenge, but hey, I blog for fun, I'm in no mood to use my brain when it comes to blogging.

So, I've decided to do a 30 Day Song Challenge. Let's hope this gets done.

Day 01 - Your favourite song

Day 02 - Your least favourite song

Day 03 - A song that makes you happy

Day 04 - A song that makes you sad

Day 05 - A song that reminds you of someone

Day 06 - A song that reminds of you of somewhere

Day 07 - A song that reminds you of a certain event

Day 08 - A song that you know all the words to

Day 09 - A song that you can dance to

Day 10 - A song that makes you fall asleep

Day 11 - A song from your favourite band

Day 12 - A song from a band you hate

Day 13 - A song that is a guilty pleasure

Day 14 - A song that no one would expect you to love

Day 15 - A song that describes you

Day 16 - A song that you used to love but now hate

Day 17 - A song that you hear often on the radio

Day 18 - A song that you wish you heard on the radio

Day 19 - A song from your favourite album

Day 20 - A song that you listen to when you're angry

Day 21 - A song that you listen to when you're happy

Day 22 - A song that you listen to when you're sad

Day 23 - A song that you want to play at your wedding

Day 24 - A song that you want to play at your funeral

Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh

Day 26 - A song that you can play on an instrument

Day 27 - A song that you wish you could play

Day 28 - A song that makes you feel guilty

Day 29 - A song from your childhood

Day 30 - Your favourite song at this time last year

Coffee and TV

2012-01-04T03:46:00.001+08:00

Take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me

I love this song. Blur always come up with the best songs to describe my feelings.

Watch the video; it's a cute tale of how a milk carton called Milky goes in search of Blur's guitarist, Graham Coxon, and how Milky overcomes all obstacles to bring Graham back home. Milky also falls in love too.

Oh, love.

I Suppose

2012-01-04T03:07:00.003+08:00

I suppose it's all for the best.

The decisions I made have resulted in my life as it is, and I am in no position to whine about it.

Though I've decided that what I've done can't be undone, I do feel a little twinge of regret for things I secretly think I shouldn't have said no to.

You know, saying you can't make it for friends' outings. Saying no to class participation. A silent no to conversations by refusing to say a word. No to pleas for help. No to something sweet that would have given happiness or boredom.

What the hell.

It's 3am and I'm still very angry at that idiot of a hairdresser who chopped off all my hair when I specifically told him to snip just an inch off.

Bastard.

My Best Friends Kissed on New Year's Day

2012-01-02T19:05:00.000+08:00

Happy New Year everyone!

I went to Daniel's New Year party on the 1st of January and it was fun fun fun. Jason fetched me from my house and we were still early, so instead of going toDaniel's house, we decided to check out my old neighbourhood, and man, itwas still so seedy and reminded me why my family moved out years ago.

Jason thought he crashed into something while driving, so he got out of the car to check onhis baby. He had stopped next to a field where shady-looking people wereplaying football, and the moment he stepped out, they started wolf-whistling.

Ihave never in my life seen him dash back into the car and ramthe accelerator so hard. He later started screaming how he couldn't standit that guys seemed to do this to him all the time, and after some time, hedecided he was going to take these 'compliments' like a man.

Itwas then time for the party. We were there 30 minutes early, making me think I'm not Malaysian as I do not abide by the notorious 'Malaysian time' (you know, where guests stroll into a party half an hour late and everyone thinks it's normal). No one except Daniel's parents were there. Daniel had gone out to buy pizza and fetch Zhee Lam. After some awkward conversation, they decidedto give us something to do by asking us to help out with preparing stuff for sandwiches.Seriously, my husband needs to be a brilliant cook, as I am absolutely lousy inthe kitchen. I can't even cut a block of cheese or mash garlic spread. Oh future darling, wherever you are, it would be really nice if you could do the cooking.

Anyway, Daniel came back with Zhee Lam in tow. His relatives started pouring in, andwith so many people flooding the house, we weren't exactly sure where to standand eat our food.

First,we sat at a table and drank juice. Yum yum. However, various aunts swarmed around us, so it was obvious that we had to move.

Second,we were forced to stand next to the table groaning with the trays and trays offood, blocking everyone, because we had no goddamn choice but to stand there asthere was no space at all.

Third,Daniel finally noticed we were awkward as hell and we went up to his room, freefrom all those aunts.

Itwas there that Zhee Lam started to get 'pretend' horny and attempted to kiss Jason.

Itwasn't anything serious; just one guy pretending to seduce another guy with thelatter screaming for help. Nothing serious, don't worry.

ButIT WAS SO FUN AHAHA

OK,I made that sound really wrong, but never mind, back on topic.

WhileDaniel was downstairs entertaining his aunts and uncles, the three of us were in his room, laughing likethree mad people. I guess it got a little too weird when Zhee Lam took off his belt and started hitting Jason with it, but oh well, it was funny.

Daniel came back, and after much ruckus over viewing Zhee Lam's Facebook profile and the three guys chasing each other around the room, we watched a Singaporean horror movie, forgot what's the title, and though not a movie that will give one nightmares, it was pretty good. VERY funny.

All in all, fun.

I'm pretty sure Zhee Lam has a thing for Jason, based on all the cuddles and seducing going on.

OH YES THEY ACCIDENTALLY KISSED AHAHA GOOD FOR THEM

This has been a rather weird post. Oh well.

My Music Library has more than 6000 songs

2011-12-28T23:09:00.002+08:00

Though my iTunes boasts a mighty 6052 songs and my iPod houses 3160, I am ashamed to say that I only listen to the same 100 or more songs over and over again.

Every night before I go to bed, I tell myself to listen to the other bands or singers huddling in my iPod instead of my favourites. After all, I downloaded those albums because I wanted to broaden my music horizon and listen to different music. I find it funny when people actually download the latest hits. Why do you need to have those songs on your phone when it's blaring on speakers everywhere all the time? Also, it shows you're too lazy to look for alternative music. Is the Top 40 all you listen to? Seriously, there are other singers other than Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga.

Anyway, I always vow to listen to other bands instead of the Wallflowers, Blur, and Gorillaz. However, the next morning, I never do that and listen to dear old Jakob and Damon sing. I believe sitting on the train automatically makes me listen to Damon Albarn's beautiful voice. Besides being the lead singer of Blur and Gorillaz, he's also the lead for The Good, The Bad & the Queen.

Made up of Damon and three other guys (here's Mel being a teacher who practices favouritism), it's a brilliant band with brilliant songs. Their album, a concept album in some sense, has each song link with the other perfectly. It has to be listened to as an album, because the songs are just that damn good at gelling perfectly together. My favourite's "Northern Whale". Listen to it, because it is so damn good.

*Reminder to self: Read more music magazines so you can learn how to describe songs because currently all you can do is write "so damn good" and that is utterly unacceptable.

Isn't this song just the best? Well, "One Headlight" is still reigning at number one, but this song is a close second. Or third. Fourth. Well, it's on my Top 10 anyway.

I wanted to write a lengthy post about how my music taste has evolved (Adam Lambert, glam prince to Jakob Dylan, folk-rock singer-songwriter with a HNNG-worthy deep voice and blue, blue eyes?) and how I absolutely deplore the current state of music, but my mum is asking me to watch "When Heaven Burns" with her and I love Moses Chan, so we'll end this here.

Beardy Moses, wait up!

I Want You

2011-12-18T22:23:00.000+08:00

I love this song; it perfectly sums up the feelings one has when they enter crush mode since the song is so light and carefree and happy...

Listen here.

I can't find it on Youtube because they pulled down the originals or blocked it, and also the covers proliferating the site is annoying.

God, can't they let people listen to beautiful songs?

Damon and Jakob as Puppies

2011-12-17T02:08:00.002+08:00

SO THE CUTE RIGHT?!

I like how Damon's a happy smiley Corgi and Jakob's a Husky pup who looks so...deep.

'Scuse me, I'm off to get myself a Corgi and Husky and make them form a puppy band called "The Blur Wallflowers" and it will be so popular because the puppies are so damn cute and they'll have deep voices, uh, howls, and girls like me will scream at the insane cuteness and wonder how such magnificent beings descended on Earth.

Hold Me

2011-12-15T00:21:00.001+08:00

I can't.

It's strange how there's no chemistry at all between us in real life but in my dreams, you and I are perfect.

Which goes to say that one should not dwell on dreams, as dreams are nothing but a reflection of your own thoughts, and if reality and dreamland do not match, why bother still concocting a picture-perfect image that will never cease to be?

If you want to make this post even more woebegone than it is, listen to the Edward Scissorhands soundtrack while reading this.

In fact, to up the sadness of any sad situation, listen to it, let the power of Danny Elfman's music take hold of your emotions and then wallow in self-pity, which is what I'm doing now instead of analysing the characteristics of Hitler for my Social Psychology assignment which is due this Friday.

I shall end this post with a gif of Hitler as a little kitten.

Windmill, windmill for the land...

2011-12-13T21:16:00.000+08:00

Turn forever hand in hand.

I remember being very disappointed when I didn't win Gorillaz's "Demon Days" album at Tara's Halloween party. The album was the prize for a game which I forgot, and god, the 12 year old me was furious that she couldn't get her hands on the CD.

I'd be repeating myself if I regale you with the tale of a 12 year old girl's fascination with Gorillaz and how she gradually forgot about them after listening to them continuously when she was a supposedly 'jaded' 13 year old, and how she fell head-over-heels in love again with them at 18, so let's just say that Damon Albarn has the sexiest voice ever and if it were possible to marry voices, I'd marry his in a heartbeat.

Woops, forgot about Jakob. I'd marry Jakob's voice and have an affair with Damon's because goddammit, DAT VOICE.

Reminder to self: remove 'goddammit' from vocabulary and learn a fancy posh word that brings the same meaning as that wonderful term 'goddammit'.

It's like America, but South.

2011-12-12T19:53:00.000+08:00

A love story like Carl and Ellie's would be beautiful.

Mel wants pretty dresses

2011-12-08T00:49:00.001+08:00

I can't believe I'll have to go back to college for the three-year degree program after a break of only seven or eight weeks.

Oi.

I'm figuratively dying from all these assignments, and it's only the one-year foundation program. I can't imagine the workload that's in store for me when I start my degree. Sure, I could enroll for the September intake, but that's a little too late to start, even by my standards, so I'll just have to accept the fact that I'll be trudging back to college in late March.

Why did they have to scrap the July intake, why why why.

Starting in July is perfect, as I can work from March to June and earn some much needed money. I'll also have a break from textbooks and all things academia, and god, I really need that. I can also uh, perfect my driving, and start living healthily (aka lose weight because Mel has been eyeing some pretty dresses but can't fit into them so she needs to be stick-thin pronto and an exercise schedule needs to be drawn up so Mel can prance around in said pretty dresses).

Anyway, it is evident as to why I need to start in July.

SO MANY THINGS CAN BE DONE OH GOD

Damn Taylor's, for taking away the July intake.

All my carefully laid out plans have to be forgotten, and now I have to think of a new one.

Ugh.

Thick-skinned

2011-12-07T19:10:00.001+08:00

I think I've learned how to ignore negative comments.

Negative comments are different from criticism, as the latter aims to help and improve, while the former is just an excuse for someone to point out all your flaws.

I guess college has made me more thick-skinned. I'm less prone to getting upset over little things now and I'm happy about that.

On Melancholy Hill

2011-12-01T00:42:00.001+08:00

I love this picture of Murdoc and Noodle. So sweet.

I'm not a hardcore fan of Gorillaz, so I don't know their stories and whatnot, but god, this photo is the sweetest thing I've ever seen.

I think it's pretty obvious I want to be Noodle in this picture. I need to find my Murdoc.

Shit

2011-11-30T21:49:00.001+08:00

I remember my classmate saying I looked like shit one day.

I actually felt pretty good about myself that day, and I think because I'm not that close to her, her comment didn't make much of an impact on me.

Still, I don't understand why people don't think before they open their mouth.

Never heard of "don't say anything if you haven't anything nice to say"?

Well, something along those lines.

If you want to come off as someone nice, think before you say anything.

You'll have a better reputation.

I'd pierce my belly button any time for Trent Lane

2011-11-30T03:04:00.001+08:00

"It would look really hot"

Oh Trent, you've made me fall for guys who look like you. Well actually, you're based on Jakob, and because you look like him, I discovered Daria and boom, became a better human being.

Seriously, watch an episode and you'll be wowed by Daria's witty comments and Jane's brilliance and Quinn's bimbo antics and Trent's voice...

Yes, I do know that Trent is voiced by this stout balding man but I REGRET NOTHING because DAMN DAT VOICE.

Anyway, I just love Daria. The show's my life.

The GIF's from "Pierce Me", the episode where Trent and Daria are looking for a birthday present for Jane, but instead of picking a present, Trent convinces Daria to get her belly button pierced and goddamn, if I met my very own Trent Lane and he tells me to get my belly button pierced and adds "It would look really hot", I'd pierce it and then die because TRENT LANE TRENT LANE.

I remember telling myself not to blog when it's 3am since I'll fangirl and whatnot and annoy all of you but TRENT LANE BAYBEH, TRENT LANE.

I promise the next post will be devoid of Daria, Jakob, and Blur, I PROMISE.

Conflicting Emotions

2011-11-29T00:43:00.001+08:00

Oh, conflict. What would we do without you.

I always seem to want to call you at night. You know, when I'm at my loneliest and think how nice it would be to talk to you.

But then, before I press that green button, I think, maybe not, maybe yes.

I get so tired thinking whether I should so I go to sleep.

I'll do that now, because I need to get up at 5.30am for college tomorrow and it's nearly 1am so woohoo, four and a half hours of sleep yay.

Goddammit.

Why Jakob's Birthday?

2011-11-28T22:28:00.001+08:00

Sometimes, I wish life was a little easier to lead.

Sure, that'll take all the fun and zest out of living, but god, I'd love it if I could lie in bed knowing I have NOTHING due on the 9th of December.

What's due that day?

My 2000 word Social Psychology essay
A 30 second radio commercial
A presentation on a research proposal

Oh, it's also Jakob Dylan's birthday. He'll be 42.

♥

Oh Jakob, I can't imagine life without listening to your music.

Anyway, after I overcome that hurdle, there's more, oh don't worry, there's more. The 16th of December will be another day in hell, but first, I'll try to get all of these irritating little things called assignments out of my way.

The 9th of December would've been a very nice day if assignments hadn't decided to butt in.

Damn you. Don't steal the limelight from Jakob, he needs all the love he can get.

Please

2011-11-26T23:30:00.001+08:00

Stop liking my stuff.

Thank you.

3am

2011-11-26T02:39:00.001+08:00

It is 3am, I just reread Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Fall of the House of Usher' and have oh so wonderful images of cadaver-like twins with luminous eyes staring at me while a poem is being read in a crumbling castle, I have trouble sleeping, and I think I'll read more of Poe and have Gothic thoughts all day long.

Seriously, if the English lecturer asks us if we've read a certain book and I have read it, I won't bother putting my hand up anymore because I'm always the only one and it's getting a little embarrassing. She most probably thinks I haven't read it and thinks I'm trying to impress her and gah why am I even thinking of this oh look welcome to the world of people who doubt themselves all the time and analyses little things that aren't even significant and hey look I typed this sentence without a single comma or full stop woohoo man this is what you get for blogging at 3am

Anyway, the lecturer asked if any of us had read Charlotte Brontë's "Jane Eyre", so I raised my hand, thinking that I would be able to see a few hands up. ZERO. Except mine, which was a solitary hand in the sea of hands all definitely not up in the air. I read Jane Eyre at 13 and it was my favourite book at that time. I'm not sure what my current favourite is, but if 'favourite' is defined as jumping to any part of the book and still be able to enjoy it, then Mario Puzo's "The Godfather" is definitely classed as 'favourite'.

So far, my hand has committed the following crimes:
Springing up immediately when lecturer asked if anyone read Jane Eyre.
Springing up immediately when lecturer asked if anyone read Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Fall of the House of Usher'.

She'd better not ask if anyone read The Godfather; I'd tell her how hot Michael Corleone is and how the horse head scene was freaky and does she think Don Corleone should be the most revered person on earth and does she think Connie's husband is the most idiotic buffoon who ever lived and how Connie should kill herself for being the reason why Sonny died and how yours truly wants to grab The Godfather off the shelf and read it right now so she will stop blogging this instant so bye

Remind me never to open Blogger when it's 3am.

I Remember

2011-11-23T00:53:00.001+08:00

I remember thinking the first semester of college was terrible because of a tricky little subject called Intro to Mass Comm that had a really thick textbook full of dry information that required a lot of rereading to fully understand, due to topics like television and the printing press and whatnot that that had too much detail lavished on. Other subjects, like Media Appreciation and Intro to Media Writing were very interesting, but god, reading for fun and reading to pass a miserable exam are two very different things.

I remember thinking how I could never complete the assignments on time, and getting up at 5.30am was a huge struggle. I remember running madly for the bus and seeing the bus driver smile wickedly at me as he zoomed off, leaving me to wait for the next bus and be late for my class.

I remember thinking how I couldn't wait for all of this to end.

While I still silently count down to the last day of this course, many things have changed. Firstly, now that I'm deep in the second semester, I know how easy the first one was. I was cleaning out my stuff the other day and I found my IMC textbook. Dear lord, I must have been such a newbie then. The textbook is obviously thinner than the current textbooks I have, and I think if you were to show the first-sem me the textbooks required for the second sem, I would have signed up to be a salesgirl forever.

Secondly, getting up at 5.30am is ok now. Sure, I complain about having to get up at that ungodly hour to every person I meet, but it's not such a pain anymore. I remember thinking 8.30am was super early when I had to go to work...

Now for the things that have remained the same.

I STILL think I won't be able to complete the assignments on time. I have two research papers due, a 2000-word essay on god knows what, an English essay about god knows what, and a gazillion group assignments on god knows what.

I have a hunch I won't be able to sleep in December since I'll be up all night scrambling to finish all these.

Anyway, taking the bus is lovely now, though only the morning one is nice since there's no one to fight with. Taking the bus to go home is hell, especially if class ends late and you have to take the 6pm bus. Since we have to pay for bus fare now, the bus drivers are in no way to zoom off and grin when they leave you behind. The train is still same-old, same-old. God, I hate taking the train.

I can safely conclude that no matter how much I love college and the crazy people I met there, I can't wait for February when it's all OVER.

I'll miss all of you though. That's the only thing I'm sad about.

Oh well. Time to get started on that 2000-word essay.

One Headlight to the Power of Seven

2011-11-21T11:43:00.001+08:00

I have seven different versions of One Headlight.

One is the official studio one, and the other six are live versions. There's one where he's a little crazy and instead of singing "So long ago I don't remember when, that's when they say I lost my only friend", he changed the lyrics to "So long ago I don't remember when, he took out his Blackberry, kinda bummed me out". He did that because someone in the audience was yakking away on his BB, and Jakob obviously didn't like that because who the hell yaks on the phone when Jakob Dylan is singing?

Here's the link for you to listen to dear ole Jakob say "Now I feel bad, now I feel bad", after the guy puts away his BB.

Never heard of One Headlight?

BLASPHEMY.

Educate yourself and listen to this beautiful song (while staring unashamedly at Jakob's blue blue eyes).

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

2011-11-20T22:41:00.001+08:00

I'd like to find the Bob to my Suze.

Coraline

2011-11-20T19:08:00.001+08:00

Everyone knows how much I love Neil Gaiman. The man is a messy-haired genius who has the most fascinating ideas ready to spring out from his already full-to-the-brim-with-ideas head, and my love for him is eternal. I've written a post about him before, so I'll save my fawning and write about Coraline.

Coraline the movie is slightly different from Coraline the book. In the movie, she meets Wyborn, a boy she bumps into while exploring the grounds. He then gives her a doll that is the exact replica of her and mumbles something about his grandma. In the book, Wyborn and the doll do not exist. The doll was used in the movie because it would be a little hard to convey exactly how the other mother targeted Coraline. Other than that, the movie is pretty faithful to the book. Neil wouldn't have let them stray too far anyway.

Oh wait, they did change how Coraline killed the other mother. In the book, she managed to trick the other mother's hand into jumping into the well, but in the movie, that idiot Wyborn was the one who saved the day. I didn't like that, because that sort of stripped Coraline of her right to kill that button-eyed woman and made Coraline into a little girl who needed a stupid little boy's help. That, to me, is a sore point. In the book, Coraline was a very inquisitive girl who was brave and didn't flinch when the other mother turned nasty. Sure, she's the same in the movie, but by changing how the other mother died, that highly important part of Coraline wasn't shown to the audience.

Though some parts of the story were altered, the look and feel of the movie were perfect. I'm glad they did it in stop-motion animation, as a live-action movie wouldn't have done the book justice and would probably have looked a little weird and awkward. Henry Selick is a brilliant director. Just look at the still of the movie. It perfectly captured the other mother's inability to create her own world and how she had to copy from Coraline's world. Though the other mother could copy, she couldn't be bothered to copy other places that Coraline didn't go to, and so that's why the trees and Coraline's surroundings began to disappear the further she went into it.

There's been news that Neil's "American Gods" will be adapted into a HBO mini-series. I haven't exactly finished reading it and have only read a few chapters, but god, let's hope the show will be good.

I think I'll name my daughter Coraline. My son'll be Jakob.

Coraline and Jakob. Sounds nice eh?

Werewolves are for Laughs

2011-11-19T23:15:00.001+08:00

Niro, Lyn, and Tara, I'm so sorry I couldn't make it for Friday's dinner. I'm sure you had fun, catching up with each other's lives and talking about Tara's Garden boy. Seriously, I do not see the appeal in Andrew VanWyngarden. Sure, he's the singer for MGMT and has curly hair and dressed as Daphne from Scooby-Doo for a Halloween performance, but neh, he's not my type.

There's no need to point out how I wildly fangirl over Jakob Dylan and Damon Albarn. That's a totally different topic and anyway, click this and this for visual proof as to why that Garden boy is nothing compared to them.

Anyway, I was supposed to go out for dinner with my family on Friday, hence why I couldn't make it for Friday's dinner with the gang. However, the family dinner got called off. Then, Daniel called and asked if I wanted to go out with him, Jason, and Zhee Lam. I promptly said yes because I hadn't seem them in ages and well, he was going to pick me up from college and I could skip having to scramble for seats on the bus and push my way into the train, so yes, that was an added plus. I really AM sorry, Niro, Lyn, and Tara. He made me an offer I couldn't refuse (Godfather reference anyone?), and I just HAD to go along with it.

Anyway, during the drive to Aeon Bukit Tinggi, I think I drove the poor guy crazy by asking him about his latest crush and whatnot. Why you no admit you really like her, Daniel? Guys. We also thought about making Jason belanja us steak from Windmill because he recently got a modelling job that paid a beautiful RM3000, so we decided that he had to put it to good use by letting us have lovely, lovely, LOVELY steak.

It always seems to rain whenever he or Jason decides to pick me up from college. Strange. That fool Jason either didn't know the way to Zhee Lam's house or was too lazy to go there, so me and Daniel picked Zhee up and we went to Aeon. When we were there, Jason called to ask where we were. While he and I were on the phone, Daniel spotted Jason a few floors down and we freaked Jason out by telling him what colour shorts he was wearing and what he was doing, all while Jason could not see us at all. We eventually met up with him and dragged him away from the many shirts he wanted to buy.

It's funny how everyone has no clue on where to eat when we finally get to the place and spend a few minutes dithering about what food to omnomnom. We decided on Pizza Hut. While we were ordering, the waiter asked Jason if I was his girlfriend. The answer was a ringing NOOOO, but the waiter smiled and then said I was beautiful. WHAT. I seem to attract waiters since he's the second waiter to say that, the first being the waiter at a mamak stall, something which I'm not proud of.

Anyway, after much uncalled for teasing from the guys, Daniel took out his Mac and had a very deep and involved discussion with Zhee Lam about this car he wanted to get. Jason and I rolled our eyes at such a riveting topic, and he began telling me how this guy's Louis Vuitton cap was so obviously a fake.

Mushroom soup came first and even though the boys tried to behave at first, they eventually gave in to the little boy in them and had fun pouring Mountain Dew and chili sauce in Daniel's soup. He then shook a whole lot of cheese to finish it and ugh, it tasted terrible. A family was sitting at the next table and a little baby boy was staring at Jason. That idiot then proceeded to say "Hey baby!" and things like that and made the poor thing cry. Reminder to self: stay far away from Jason when babies are near.

After we had guzzled all the pizza, Jason went to Cotton On and Daniel and I pointed out all the changes they made to the shop. It was previously Wh, and we worked there before. I miss everyone. I miss folding the clothes and trying to stop the aunties from messing my hard work. I miss annoying my co-workers. I miss all that.

Before I start writing about Wh and all those memories, I'd better get on with the topic. Like how I saw the wallet of my dreams in Cotton On and how I plan to get it the next time I go there. Oh, it's beautiful, really, it is.

After dragging Jason from yet another shirt he wanted to buy, we went to Popular to look for books for Zhee Lam. He still didn't know which book to choose even after looking at shelf after shelf of books, so eventually we decided on Sherlock Holmes. Who doesn't love Holmes?

Went to the cinema and watched The Howling: Reborn. It is a tradition for us to watch horror movies whenever we go to the cinema because everyone knows how much I hate it. I thought I was in for another night of nightmares after the movie.

Guess what. It was the best comedy I ever watched.

Though marketed as a horror movie, it's not. Some parts at the beginning were a little scary due to the tried-and-tested formula of startlingly loud noises and people running away from said noise. There were some interesting ideas, but it was never pursued and it just killed the movie. It went downhill after that.

It's basically a Twilight rip-off, except instead of having a vampire as the brooding lead, it's a werewolf. God, Landon Liboiron is so damn cute. If it weren't for him, the movie wouldn't have been watchable. I'm not going to divulge any more information because I want you to watch it for yourself. There's a hilarious scene of a werewolf skipping and lots of downright funny scenes of werewolf slobber, so if you're in the mood to laugh at stupid movies which take themselves seriously, I highly recommend this.

After having a good laugh session, we went to the playground near Zhee Lam's house and Daniel and Zhee played some basketball. Jason was the ball boy. I've never liked basketball, so all I did was laugh at Jason running around screaming MY BALL MY BALL. There was a very loud wedding going on somewhere near us, and we thought of gatecrashing it when we got thirsty. After they played ball and Jason had stopped going to his car for air-con, we played on the swings and see-saw. Little kids don't appreciate playgrounds enough.

Talked and talked and talked.
Laughed and laughed and laughed.

We got thirsty after that and went to a restaurant for drinks. It was a normal kopitiam, but since Jason has never stepped foot in a kopitiam or mamak, it was terrible. Oh Jason, you haven't lived life.

We went back to the playground after that and continued talking. Then, my mum sent me a message saying it was 12am and why wasn't I back yet, so Jason sent me home.

It was a very long day, but ugh, it was so much fun.

Niro, Lyn, Tara; if you read this, I'm so sorry about not going for dinner with you guys and I'm sure you had lots of fun even though I wasn't there.

Goodnight. I'm tired and when my download of Blur's documentary is completed, I shall watch it and drool over Damon.

P.S: Still can't get over the fact that werewolf movies are so funny.

Gainsbourg and Birkin

2011-11-17T22:45:00.001+08:00

Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin are lovely. Oh Charlotte, your parents are wonderful.

Damn the French (and English) for being so perfect.

Hey.

2011-11-16T03:37:00.001+08:00

I miss you.

Time

2011-11-16T02:57:00.001+08:00

Waltz back into the sepia-tinted past, gaze at dust motes illuminating in the sunlight, the feeling of longing in the air.

Observe your actions. Gaze at your past self do things which you regret at present. Silly ones, hurtful ones. Adjust things a little to make the future wildly different.

Step back, watch a situation unlike the previous one unfold, face consequences you never imagined.

Repeat the process, thinking you will adjust and adjust until you finally get your picture-perfect fairy tale. But you will never be happy with the changes you've made, because unpredictability loves to horn in, ruining whatever shred of perfect you have in mind.

Maybe going back in time isn't such a good idea after all.

You, you, and you

2011-11-14T01:22:00.001+08:00

OK, last post before I retire to bed and start the day tomorrow with an intense love affair with my Business Essentials textbook.

This is one of my thinly veiled posts, so don't take offense if you think it applies to you because you might not be the person I'm talking about. When I use 'you', I'm talking about a lot of people, not just one person.

Sometimes, I wish you would shut up. You're getting annoying and I wish you would stop because I really like you a lot and don't want to resent it when you speak.

You don't seem to want to keep in touch. I'm not being paranoid here, I have proof. Very well then, get caught up with your new scene and ignore me, I don't mind, really, I don't.

I want to tell you what I think, my opinion on things. I don't want to just listen to you while you tell me excitedly about your things because I want to talk too.

It's strange how we get along so well when it's just us but when we're with friends, you're so different.

You.

Get Your Nerd On

2011-11-14T00:37:00.001+08:00

I do remember vowing to be a nerd this semester after last sem's terrible pre-finals cramming, but as usual, procrastination and pure laziness got in the way. Also, the subjects are harder and there's so much more to memorise and my brain can't absorb it all...

I swear, when I start my degree, I'll be the biggest nerd on earth, I SWEAR.

Something tells me I'll look back at this post and laugh. Laugh at my naivety. Laugh at not understanding myself.

I think this will be my last post for the week. Enjoy the photos of Jakob and Damon, that's all you'll be seeing from me until midterm's over.

APOLOGIES FOR THE HOTNESS OVERLOAD

2011-11-13T18:43:00.001+08:00

I am so sorry for having two consecutive posts loaded with huge photos of hot men. That 31 Day Challenge got too monotonous for me so I've decided to do it only when I'm in the mood.

Now, back to listening in awe to Jakob's voice.

You do know that my son will be named Jakob, don't you?

Jakob Dylan is Love

2011-11-13T18:33:00.001+08:00

Since I had that Damon Albarn fangirl post, I shall now proceed with the Jakob Dylan one.

Oh Jakob, you're the most beautiful man to grace this Earth.

Damon Albarn is Love

2011-11-13T18:06:00.001+08:00

This post will consist of many photos of Damon Albarn because he is hot and has the sexiest voice ever.

Wait, Jakob has THE sexiest voice. Damon's second when it comes to sexy voices.

On with the fangirl post.

GIVE ME A BREAK

2011-11-12T23:34:00.001+08:00

I can't wait for this to end. I'll miss many people, but I still can't wait for February.

I wonder how some people can start their degree immediately after completing this course. Having to go through the tedious process of getting to know people and making friends and getting assignments done and whatnot... I can't do that. I'm tired enough as it is and every day is a trying one for me.

Ending in February and starting in July will give me a very long five months to be free from everything college. I plan to rot at home for a month, then drag myself from bed and look for a job. Not sure if I'll be able to start working so soon though, so that gives me about a month and a half to do whatever I want.

This five month break will be very precious. After all, the degree will take three years and I'm not sure how long the breaks in between will be, so I'm going to take advantage of this wonderful opportunity and THEN only commit myself to studies.

I really need a break.

To the End (La Comedie)

2011-11-12T01:26:00.001+08:00

I have been listening to this version of Blur's "To the End" for nearly four hours.

I actually prefer it to the official, because goddamn, French is so sexy and Françoise Hardy's voice is beautiful.

Françoise sang in her beautiful French and brought more depth to the song. She and Damon complement each other very well and ugh FRENCH IS SO DAMN SEXY.

Also, I like how Damon dances by himself and looks so adorable when he smiles.

In the official version, the choric refrain in French is sung by Lætitia Sadier and sure, it's nice but Françoise is so much lovelier to listen to.

Also, while Damon looks absolutely dapper in a suit, he doesn't smile at ALL. Maybe he's adhering to some silly rule that states you can't smile if you look extremely hot in a suit to increase your hotness.

I like that.

I love gifs. I think I stared at this gif of Françoise and Damon for quite a long time. Wait, the word should be 'gazed longingly and wondered how human beings could actually be so perfect because it is impossible for anyone to be perfection itself'.

Aren't they just so cute?

Day 5 - To you, what is art? What classifies something as abstract art?

2011-11-08T00:44:00.001+08:00

Ah, a question more feasible than that globalisation one.

Art.

Art is everything. From paintings to music to fashion, it encompasses anything that requires creativity. I've always fancied myself as an arty person as I love painting and music. However, loving the arts and excelling at them are two different things, and sadly, I belong to the latter. Armed with a miserable Grade 3 in piano and some OK watercolour skills, I'm a rather sad example of someone who couldn't achieve her dreams.

Anyway, before this turns into a woe-is-me post, I'd better get on with the challenge.

I love paintings. Watercolour, oils, mixed media... Anything that's breath-taking. When I was 9 or 10, my aunt gave me two books on Claude Monet and Vincent van Gogh. I was fascinated with Monet's Impressionist art, his depictions of trains and the smoke, his water lilies... For van Gogh, it's obvious that his "Starry Night" is my favourite. His cheery sunflowers and haunting potato eaters, coupled with the fact that he snipped a part of his ear and gave it to a woman, made him an instant favourito. After staring at all that beautiful art, I snuck into my aunt's room and pored over her art books, gaining insight into this world of art that never seemed to end.

Monet's "Impression, Sunrise"

Monet's "Gare Saint-Lazare"

Monet's "Water Lily Pond"

Monet's "Poppies at Argenteuil"

Monet's "Study of a Figure Outdoors (Facing Left)"

van Gogh's "The Starry Night"

van Gogh's "Sunflowers"

van Gogh's "The Potato Eaters"

I could post more of their art because there's so much more beauty to show, but I'll stick with these. I could also talk more about other artists and paintings I love, but hey, that's what Tumblr's for.

I guess that's why I want my boyfriend to be an artist. He could paint beautiful things for me and sketch quirky snapshots of life while I stare at him and wish I could have his talent.

Anyway, music is art too. I've always wondered how singers come up with a tune and string words together to make a song. How do they do that?! I've got trouble enough trying to write a decent essay, ugh.

On to my definition of abstract art.

Jackson Pollock immediately comes to mind when the topic of abstract art is brought up. I'm not that familiar with his work, but looking at some of it, this is definitely what I classify as abstract art.

Heck, I want this for my wall, it'll look damn impressive.

This post has now reminded me to sneak back into my aunt's room and read her art books. There are so many more artists for me to discover and so many more paintings to fall in love with.

Enjoy.

Day 4 - What are your thoughts on globalisation?

2011-11-02T21:13:00.002+08:00

Globalisation?

Just a sec, need to Google it because I think my understanding of the term 'globalisation' is very very different from what it really means.

Well, according to Wikipedia, globalisation refers to "the increasing unification of the world's economic order through reduction of such barriers to international trade as tariffs, export fees, and import quotas".

OK. I was sort of on the right track. Anyway, I think it's good. Fine and dandy. Very good since it benefits the world.

I think I'll do Day 5 now since ~~I'm so bored even though I should be studying for my Social Psychology exam~~ I'm in a blogging mood.

Hehe.

Day 3 - What are some things that can almost always make your day better? Do you find yourself having a lot of bad days, or mostly good days?

2011-11-02T12:22:00.001+08:00

Do you know what just made my day?

THE WALLFLOWERS ARE REUNITING OH YES

I think I squealed a little too loudly when I read that (I'm in the college's computer lab), and people were staring.

Anyway, there I was, thinking "Rebel, Sweetheart" was their last album and it would be the last time I could hear Jakob Dylan rocking out. After all, his solo albums "Seeing Things" and "Women + Country" are at the most folk rock, so OH MY GOD A NEW WALLFLOWERS RECORD HNNG HNNG HNNG.

As my darling blue eyed-boy with the sexy hair and voice said, "I can't do what I do in the Wallflowers without them. I miss it. I'm happy to put the acoustic guitar down". OH YES JAKOB, GET BACK IN THE BAND AND USE DAT ROCKER VOICE OF YOURS TO KILL ME.

Now that I'm done fangirl-ing, let's get back to this challenge business.

Many things can make my day. A compliment, the fact that my favourite band is reuniting HNNG HNNG HNNG, a relatively peaceful day without any arguments, a good day out with friends, Jakob Dylan's voice HNNG HNNG HNNG, people appreciating me, seeing that cute guy on the train, wishing that cute guy was Jakob HNNG HNNG HNNG...

I am incapable of writing anything when Jakob's on my mind, so forgive me for the many HNNGs that litter this post.

Most of my days are good ones. Bad days aren't that common, but if I do have one, ohoho, watch out, cos I'm the biggest baddest bitch then.

Excuse me, I shall now hop over to Tumblr and drool over the many photos of Jakob.

Day 2 - How well do you do around blood? Does it make you squirmy?

2011-11-01T22:34:00.001+08:00

If my childhood dreams revolved around me donning a doctor's white coat and basking in the glory of me saving people from the brink of death, then I would be working my butt off reading dusty old medical journals in some shiny high-tech med school as I am NOT afraid of blood at all.

Sadly, I'm not interested in the intricate little cells or thingamajigs that make up our DNA. Sure, it'd be fascinating to know all that, but I lean more towards the arts and not the sciences.

Blood on the other hand, does fascinate me. It's interesting to see the blood well up in the wound, an urgent crimson that shouts "GET SOME GODDAMN TISSUE AND A BANDAGE INSTEAD OF STARING AT ME". Sure sure, I'll get it, but only after I'm done staring at you.

I've never been in a situation where someone was bleeding profusely and needed urgent help. The most I've ever been in contact with was a bloody knee or elbow. Well, there's always that irritating moment when you accidentally bite your tongue and taste your own blood, which isn't that nice to begin with. Ugh.

So yeah, if someone starts to bleed like a fountain, I'll be there to help in any way I can as it doesn't make me squirm or dramatically faint.

After all, it's just blood. It's running through your very veins now, what's there to be scared about?

Day 1 - What do you think about dreams?

2011-10-30T18:36:00.002+08:00

Dreams.

They seem so real, don't they? When you're with someone in a dream, you can actually feel the wind in your hair, hear the creak of the swing as it comes to a stop, marvel at the green of the trees surrounding you, melt at the smile of a certain someone who is so near yet so far...

Pleasant. Sweet.

On the other hand, I've had dreams where I was in an isolated carpark and ominous thriller music was the soundtrack and I had to run for my life from aliens who looked like vampires...

Woops, that's classed under nightmares. Sorry.

Anyway, I think dreams are lovely. And weird.

I bet Neil Gaiman has written something about dreams.

Some say that when you dream of a person, that means they're thinking of you. Some say if you dream of a wedding, something bad will happen. Some don't remember their dreams.

Some say dreams are just dreams.

I think dreams help us go through life. A little fantasy to ease us through a period of difficulty.

Dream.

31 Day Challenge

2011-10-30T16:36:00.001+08:00

I lost my interest in blogging, so I thought I'd do a 31 Day challenge.

Here goes! Let's hope I stick to it.

Day 1- What do you think about dreams?

Day 2- How well do you do around blood? Does it make you squirmy?

Day 3- What are some things that can almost always make your day better? Do you find yourself having a lot of bad days, or mostly good days?

Day 4- What are your thoughts on globalization?

Day 5- To you, what is art? What classifies something as abstract art?

Day 6- How would you describe the city you live in? How’s your neighborhood?

Day 7- How would you describe your clothing style? Is there a specific reason you dress the way you do?

Day 8- What bugs you most about your generation? What do you like most about your generation?

Day 9- What are you attracted to most in the same/opposite sex? Are you more for looks, or personality?

Day 10- What are you least attracted to in the same/opposite sex?

Day 11- What do you think our planet would look like in 10 years? How about 20 years?

Day 12- Are you into the green movement? Should being environmentally friendly something everyone should be a part of?

Day 13- Do you think you’d be able to put together and preform a decent stand up comedy act? What would you talk about?

Day 14- What would be the hardest and most fearful thing you would ever have to face in your lifetime? Why does this scare you so much?

Day 15- What do you honestly think about your looks? Do they cross your mind much?

Day 16- Whats your biggest piss off/pet peve? Why?

Day 17- Do you believe in social classes?

Day 18- How would you like your life to change over the next few years? How come?

Day 19- Do you think it’s better to have a few close best friends or to have a lot of acquaintances? Which do you have?

Day 20- How has your school life been throughout the years?

Day 21- Do you ever really learn from your mistakes?

Day 22- Whats the best thing about being your age? What’s the worst?

Day 23- Do you care about people living in the third world? Should more people care and do things like donate to charities, ect?

Day 24- What do you think is the most backwards thing of today’s society? In your view, how could this be changed?

Day 25- What would be the best thing that could happen in your life right now? Is this possible or just an unrealistic dream?

Day 26- Honestly now, if you could change three things about you (looks, personality, ect.) , what would they be and why?

Day 27- Do you get jealous of your friends easily? If you do, how come?

Day 28- Do you tell it how it is, or keep your thoughts to yourself? Which do you think is best?

Day 29- How do you think your friends judge you? How would a complete stranger judge you? Why?

Day 30- Do you keep a personal journal? What sort of stuff do you put in it? Do you care if others see it?

Day 31- Do you think when you work hard for something you really want, that the reward is worth all your hard work? Or is it better to just get what you want, when you want it?

2011-10-29T13:36:00.000+08:00

We're Harry and Hermione, not Harmony.

Yes, there's a difference.

2011-10-19T23:11:00.001+08:00

Well, I should stop thinking about the impossible since it will NEVER happen.

Maybe something will happen when I start my degree. Something had better happen, because if nothing does and I'm living the life I'm living now, I'll curl up and die.

And I shall be listening to the Smiths while I'm at it.

Oh yeah.

Crush. Infatuation. Call it whatever you want.

2011-10-18T20:15:00.002+08:00

I can't believe I have a crush on someone who I have sort of never had a conversation with.

Five sentences. Can that be considered a conversation?

Anyway, I wish I could lead a life without liking guys who do not even acknowledge my existence. I should concentrate on my studies, listen to more music, get started on my various evil assignments...

I need to see the guys again. We have so much stupid fun.

When You're Gone

2011-10-18T13:56:00.002+08:00

I meant to write a post about my fickle little feelings, but then this song popped up in my head and BAM, instant emo mood.

I don't even need to think about anything particularly depressing since this song is PERFECT for digging up the past.

Excuse me, I need to curl up in bed and think about things.

Dammit

2011-10-17T23:51:00.001+08:00

I am doomed to be forever alone.

Seriously, I doubt anyone's going to profess their undying love for me at any moment or in the future, so I might as well get used to being alone and drool over Jakob and Bob and Damon.

Oh Jakob and Damon, why you so handsome? Why you have such beautiful voice? Why you make such beautiful music that makes me feel as if I'm in heaven?

Anyway, I've realised that all the guys I like are always interested in the girls who I know and envy. Why can't you people like some girl who I don't know? Why must you like a girl who I was once quite close friends with but who is now just an acquaintance? Why must you like a girl who I have bittersweet memories with? Why must you like a girl who I'm quite jealous of?

Why?

Oh, I got myself a silver iPod classic on Sunday.

It is AWESOME.

Goodnight.

Does this mean I'm beginning to like you?

2011-10-15T21:34:00.000+08:00

Feelings.

Something I could do without.

2011-10-15T16:17:00.000+08:00

Things that are holding me back:

I'm not pretty.
I'm not skinny.
I'm not her.

BOB DYLAN BOB DYLAN

2011-10-10T23:08:00.000+08:00

I've been hunting for books about him EVERYWHERE, but to no avail. Even the library at Taylor's didn't have a single book about him! GODDAMMIT PEOPLE IT'S BOB EFFING DYLAN WHY THE HELL DON'T YOU HAVE BOOKS ABOUT HIM.

Anyway, out of the blue, my wonderful WONDERFUL friend Steffi called me on Sunday and said that she was at a book fair and she found a book about him and would I like it?

OF COURSE I DO IT'S BOB EFFING DYLAN.

So she gave it to me today and I had a very nice time gazing at all the photos. It's an illustrated biography, which translates to a huge colour photo per page.

SHO BEAUTIFUL CAN DIE YOU KNOW?!

It's basically Tumblr in a book. All the photos of Bob Dylan that I usually see on Tumblr are in that book, which means Tumblr is now redundant because I HAVE THE BOOK TO STARE AT NOW MUHAHAHAHA.

It is quite difficult to write a proper post now due to my excitement at having this book.

EHEHE.

All the guys I like tend to look a lot like Jakob Dylan

2011-10-10T00:35:00.001+08:00

I want to have a crush on someone.

Staring at a hot guy's photos on Facebook doesn't count (even though he's really really really hot).

Hell, I'm even reduced to staring at animated dudes because they resemble a certain major love of mine. *coughJakobDylancough*

It's quite scary you know, finding an animated character VERY hot and then realising that it's all due to the fact that he looks a lot like Jakob.

Damn '90s cartoon characters and their tendency to look a lot like '90s Jakob.

The point is, I am currently going through life without having a crush on anyone.

It is weird.

VERY weird.

If this goes on any longer, I am doomed to live a life where I believe I am married to Jakob (to hell with Paige, she can take care of the four kids while he serenades me with 'Closer to You').

Tender

2011-10-09T19:31:00.002+08:00

Blur's 'Tender' is simply beautiful.

HOI

2011-10-09T16:57:00.000+08:00

GET CRACKING AND STUDY LIKE THE WORLD DEPENDS ON YOU.

Mon Ami

2011-10-09T14:35:00.000+08:00

That's what friends are for.

I remember dreaming of us being the Golden Trio (Harry, Ron, Hermione) back in Form 4. We were still getting to know each other then, and yours truly, famed for her high hopes on everything the world offers, thought the three of us would be best friends till we were old and decrepit.

At 18, I look back at squirm at my naivety. Hell, I can't believe what a soppy little thing I was, so desperate for everything to be sunshine and unicorns when everything was so obviously clouds and Voldemort sucking away at a unicorn's neck.

Eww. Ignore that sentence.

Anyway, my Golden Trio dream has been replaced with a happier reality; playground outings with the three guys of my life.

Jason, Daniel, Zhee Lam.

I have the most fun with you guys, seriously.

Here's to us being friends forever.

A wild Mel approaches!

2011-10-09T14:04:00.003+08:00

I'd like to know if anyone still reads this blog.

You know, so I'll be able to figure out if I can write more stuff and be assured that no one will read it.

Uh-huh.

Women I Love

2011-10-08T01:45:00.000+08:00

Charlotte Gainsbourg

Audrey Hepburn

Jane Lane

(well technically she's a girl, but I still love her)

(and I can't believe I idolise just two women)

(I thought there were more)

(oh well)

(writing in brackets looks weird)

(ehe)

In which Mel actually tells you to stop whining about homework (which takes the fun out of doing it)

2011-10-08T01:13:00.000+08:00

High school isn't the best time of your life; COLLEGE is.

The awkwardness and uncertainty that plagued me during those supposedly "great" five years of my life have disappeared now. Sure, I still doubt myself and face panic attacks when evil assignments are due, but currently, the people I'm hanging out with and the course I'm taking are perfect.

I've decided that you can't be everyone's cup of tea, so I'll just be myself and stop trying to accommodate everyone's feelings. That's a terrible trait of mine; I want people to like me. When I know someone doesn't take to my behaviour or flat out dislikes me, I get upset and dwell on the matter for an hour or so. After that, I don't give a damn and get on with my life. Yes, I need some time to recuperate from being disliked. Giving yourself pep talks isn't easy okay.

Anyway, I'm in college to get an education, not to be Miss Popularity. I've found a group of people I have a lot of fun with who have the brains to match, so it's not like I'm hanging out with some airheads (talking about airheads, there are three in my class and their oh-so-interesting social life which I find quite exasperating is all over my Facebook news feed). I shall stick to being firm friends with these awesome fun brainy people instead of worrying about what others think of me.

It's so much easier to be positive about college instead of constantly whining about this lecturer and that lecturer or bitching about a certain classmate or two. Have fun with your friends, tackle assignments with aplomb and make sure you drink a cup of teh tarik before 8am classes.

It works miracles.

It's All a Blur

2011-10-07T22:35:00.003+08:00

When I'm feeling all alone, I think of the many things I want to say to you and how you would reply, saying exactly what I want you to say.

I never say those thoughts out loud though, and you never would say what I want you to say.

Justine Frishmann and Damon Albarn looked so lovely together. It's a shame they broke up. Oh well.

Of Amanda Palmer and Tom Waits

2011-10-03T01:01:00.002+08:00

As critic Daniel Durchholz said, Tom Waits voice sounds "like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car".

Many people I follow on Tumblr reblog a lot of his photos and music, so it was rather predictable that I look him up one day.

Ah, a voice that many will find startling or very interesting. I'm for the latter, because hell, that is a VERY interesting voice.

I've been listening to his music all day, and ah, it's a refreshing change from my usual playlist. I've also been listening to Amanda F-ing. Palmer (ahaha).

Amanda Palmer is now one of my favourite singers. Oh Neil Gaiman, your wife has a beautiful voice to go with those beautiful painted on eyebrows. She and Charlotte Gainsbourg are top on my list of favourite female singers.

That's all I guess.

Goodnight.

Neil Gaiman

2011-09-28T23:36:00.000+08:00

The first Neil Gaiman book I read was Coraline. My aunt gave it to me when I was a wee lass of 10, and that deliciously creepy book, along with Harry Potter, shaped me to become the rather weird 18 year old I am today.

I was mesmerised and slightly freaked out by Coraline's other mother's world, and woosh, I got sucked in and became an ardent fan of this messy haired wordsmith.

So far, I've read just Stardust, Anansi Boys, a hundred or so pages of Good Omens, ditto for The Graveyard Book, and I'm nearly done with American Gods.

Yeah, I need to finito GO, GB, AG, and look for his whole bibliography, but goddammit, there are textbooks to read and slides to scroll through for college, so how do I fit in three books?

OK fine, it can be done, it's just that my brain refuses to take in anymore reading.

GASP I CANNOT BELIEVE I JUST TYPED THAT OUT.

Anyway, I need to get my hands on The Sandman. MUST GET MUST GET.

He has an intriguing mind. He writes like God. He's funny. He has messy hair. HE'S CUTE.

Nyehehehehe.

My second favourite writer is Stephen King. We all know how he looks like so shut up. I love his type of horror: everything is left to your imagination. That's much better than those in-your-face horror movies that are in for the cheap thrills and don't genuinely scare you like how Stephen King's stories do.

I could write more on how I find Neil Gaiman absolutely funny and how I ~~am in love with him~~ admire his work, but I'll let your funny bone be tickled at http://journal.neilgaiman.com/

Now goodnight. I should've been working on my slides for a Business presentation, but then I decided to check my Facebook and so began the check-all-social-networking-sites game that consumes nearly 80% of everyone's life.

G'night.

Neil Gaiman as "Artsy Teen in Scarf"

2011-09-28T12:10:00.000+08:00

Neil Gaiman on WhoSay

Look.

At.

This.

Beauty.

Looks looks looks

2011-09-26T21:26:00.000+08:00

Life revolves around looks.

Good looks, to be specific.

Most people, heck, EVERYONE, loves to be around good-looking people. There's just something about having a really attractive friend that makes you proud and jealous at the same time. Proud, because hey, having someone cute with me will make me think that hey, pretty people like me! Jealous, because hey, there's nothing like having someone pretty steal all your thunder and making your self-confidence plop to a zero.

I once had this really hot acquaintance. My my, the looks she got when we were out walking here and there. Their looking at her meant they were looking at me too and god, the attention given was wonderful.

Currently, I am having a slight crush on someone purely for his looks. A friend fell in love with a girl just because she was pretty and now I'm doing the same.

Oh superficial world, I was never so shallow but ever since I set eyes on him, TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER FOR I AM NOW A DEVOTEE OF YOUR RELIGION WHERE YOU WORSHIP HOT PEOPLE.

The Hottest Guy Alive is...

2011-09-24T13:35:00.000+08:00

NOT INTERESTED IN ME.

Meanwhile, guys I find freaky/just like as friends/just too weird for words want to talk to me.

I now know how an average guy feels like when they see this really hot girl. It's just WOW. Other guys just fade into the distance and if someone points out another guy and tells you he's hot or cute, your mind involuntarily shows you the image of THE hot guy and you say "Neh, I've seen hotter".

Yeah yeah, I still believe in "personality over looks" but goddammit, this is one case where appearances beat character flat.

No wonder guys don't like normal girls. Why look at an ok-looking girl when you can have a crush on a super hot girl? I understand now and have no more hard feelings.

Uh, I still haven't spoken to him though. Not a single word.

I'm content to stare at him.

Ohoho.

Are We the Last Living Souls?

2011-09-21T04:11:00.000+08:00

When I was 13, the best thing I did was to buy Gorillaz's "Demon Days" album. Those were the times when cassettes were still around, and I'm happy to say that it's still with me.

I remember popping it into the cassette player, lying on my bed and letting the amazing music wash over me. I knew the tracklist by heart and hummed the tunes all day long. Sure, 'Feel Good Inc' was the reason I bought it, but 'Dare' become my favourite. The rest of the songs were brilliant too, and god, their ability to stick in your head is tremendous!

Avril Lavigne's "Let Go" and "Under My Skin" were also frequently stuffed in the player. She was my idol that time and ugh, I thought she was the best damn thing (get it?) and I can still hum all the tunes in those albums (something which I have mixed feelings about).

I gradually forgot Gorillaz and Avril and listened to other bands and singers. It wasn't until I discovered Daria last year and heard Blur's 'Beetlebum' that I thought "Hey, this sounds familiar".

Yes, only at the age of 17 did I realise that 2D and Damon Albarn were the same person.

Anyway, after going through a slight obsession with ~~DamonDamonDamon~~ Blur, I decided to download "Demon Days" since the cassette player died a few years ago and there was no other way to listen to it.

Wow.

Five years on and the album is still so damn good. I had goosebumps when I listened to it and promptly downloaded "Plastic Beach". The music was so beautiful, it made my heart weep happy happy tears.

Damon Albarn's voice is just so HNNG. No matter Gorillaz or Blur, DAT VOICE MAN, DAT VOICE.

The music is awesome too. I listened to "Plastic Beach" again today and I guess it's safe to say that DAT VOICE will be a part of my must-listen list.

Hey Coldplay, release your damn "Mylo Xyloto" PRONTO or you will lose this crazy fan to Damon Albarn and his fantastic voice.

Thank you.

The Starvation Games

2011-09-20T05:01:00.002+08:00

Haha, I haven't read the Hunger Games yet though I have the trilogy with me now. I just can't seem to read books now, seriously. Heck, I miss those days where I would be lost in a book for days until I was done with it. Now, I can only read four or five chapters and then I have to stop and do something else.

Why Mel why.

Anyway, this diet thing will never work. I went online and looking at the diet plan just made me weep. Ugh, at least I've stopped eating after 7pm though. I'm trying to cut down portion sizes and whatnot and wow, typing this actually made me more motivated, ahahahaha.

Eating in college will be tricky though. I'll have to resist the temptation of those luscious, succulent, delicious fatty dishes and stick to sandwiches. Sure, the sandwiches could have god knows what super fatso ingredients in it, but hey, at least it's a start.

Or maybe I could eat at Subway everyday.

Uh-huh.

My short-term goal regarding weight loss will be to ditch 2kg by...uh, I'm not sure. Middle of October?

I guess that's ok for now.

Too Much of You is Well, TOO MUCH

2011-09-20T04:17:00.000+08:00

I guess it's just me.

When I see a person every week, conversation trickles out because we've talked about the same thing the last time we met, we already know what we've talked about, and scrambling to think of a new topic is harder than it looks.

Maybe we should stick to seeing each other every month. That way, there'll be new stories and events to talk about and we won't have as many awkward silences like we do now.

Sometimes though, I think it IS me who makes everyone like this, so no matter how long we haven't seen each other, it's ME who makes the day so terrible.

God, this is why I wish I could just stay home and be far far away from these social thingamajigs.

Wot wot wot wot wot

2011-09-19T18:43:00.001+08:00

I've decided not to get upset if people don't bother to stay in touch.

I'm always the one who bothers to drop a message first and I'm tired of being the only one who wants to know what's going on in your life. If you're too busy, that's fine by me. I've got four difficult subjects this semester and it's time I pay them some attention.

Bye, Social Life.

2011-09-19T12:47:00.001+08:00

I've decided that I'm not adept at juggling so many things in my life, so I've decided to concentrate on just one important aspect: STUDIES.

Yeah, I've decided to focus solely on that. Other stuff will have to take a backseat.

Oh, studies AND losing weight. I've had enough of tactless people commenting on my weight gain and I MUST show them that HA LOOK AT ME NOW WOMAN I'M SKINNY AGAIN AND YOU'RE NOT.

But yeah, I've got to lose weight first before I can say that.

To make me more motivated, I shall state the amount of kilos I want to say bye-bye to: 13kg.

Oh god, when I was Form 3 I actually thought I was fat at 45kg...

MEL OH MEL LOOK HOW STUPID YOU WERE.

P.S: Aren't Damon and Graham just adorable?

OK I Lied

2011-09-18T11:52:00.000+08:00

I read another chapter of AG and then I went downstairs to kacau Van and then I came back upstairs and lurked on Tumblr and then remembered how awkward yesterday was and dear lord someone please take me away from the Internet please.

Las Numero Uno

2011-09-18T09:40:00.000+08:00

One tuna sandwich.

One peanut butter sandwich.

One cup of tea with a spoonful of condensed milk.

One chapter of Neil Gaiman's "American Gods".

One hour on social networking sites.

One last post before I retire to bed and continue reading AG.

Meh.

2011-09-18T06:59:00.000+08:00

I feel so down right now.

Seriously, I hate big crowds, unless they're a big crowd of people I love.

If anyone ever wants to plan a birthday party for me, please please PLEASE make it a small one among friends. I really don't like big crowds.

If I ever get married, I am going to invite my mum, dad, sister, and my friends. That's all. Uh, I guess his side too, haha.

But the point is, NO BIG CROWDS.

Ugh.

2011-09-18T06:45:00.000+08:00

I just got up and need to get this bad feeling out of my system so yeah, I'll just write whatever that comes to mind.

Me and you would never have worked out. I guess I just wanted someone to like and you were well, likeable. God, I feel really weird right now.

Anyway, I hate it when people who have nothing nice to say decide to say a whole lot. Hey woman, I actually planned to make small talk with you but when you oh so nicely decided to say that about me, all thoughts about being nice to you disappeared and goddammit, why do some people think it's nice to point out another's flaws?

I also had a really bad dream and it was really weird and I think I shall read some Neil Gaiman to make my day even weirder.

Good morning.

You're 18, Jason.

2011-09-17T02:25:00.000+08:00

You were the first person I spoke to back in 2008 when we were 14 and we were the new kids in school.

You were fun, awesome, and not afraid to be yourself. Seriously, what kind of 14 year old GUY would admit to liking Strawberry Shortcake and Winx and say he wants to be a fashion designer...

Lots of other things happened and we've been through so many ups and downs and yet we're still together.

Happy birthday, best friend.

Jealous Jealous Jealous

2011-09-16T02:48:00.000+08:00

Oh yes, I get jealous very easily.

It's one of my terrible traits which I wish I didn't have.

Oh why why WHY do I go all chartreuse with jealousy oh so easily?

When.

2011-09-16T01:27:00.000+08:00

I don't think I really liked you after all.

I guess I just wanted to have someone to like because I haven't liked anyone for a long time.

Meh.

Should I have said "Yes"?

2011-09-14T06:29:00.000+08:00

I really don't know.

The wee hours of the morning make me very emo regarding uh, that four letter word which seems to occupy everyone's mind now.

Brb; listening to the Edward Scissorhands soundtrack and thinking how even Edward had a love life.

Rubadubdub

2011-09-14T01:12:00.001+08:00

I aim to write something everyday, even though it'll be nothing spectacular. You know, just to get that must-write feeling again.

The new English lecturer seems to be made of much firmer stuff than the previous one. I've got mixed feelings about this, something tells me she won't be as lenient or kind as good old Dr Antoon.

I'm prepared to finalise my divorce from Tumblr soon. Sure, I still check it everyday, but just to see if anyone unfollowed me. I had a dream last night that I lost about 30 followers and wow, this shows how attached I am to that damn website.

I am listening to this really beautiful song now, but I daren't write it down.

I should stop watching Edward Scissorhands. Should stop listening to the soundtrack too. It makes me yearn for something I can never have.

Heck, I've got plenty in common with dear Edward.

Oh Tim Burton, you are God.

Swinging in the Night

2011-09-13T03:13:00.000+08:00

Don't you just love swings?

The playground has given me many many memories, and I've got to thank my dear friends for that.

Somehow, a playground is very conducive for long talks. Especially at night, when just the four of you are there and everything can be talked about.

Well, not everything.

It's Amazing What Love Does to a Person

2011-09-13T02:44:00.000+08:00

In this case, how Jakob Dylan has turned my life upside down.

I seemed perfectly capable of writing normal posts before I discovered the blue-eyed boy last year. I'm serious, the stuff I wrote was JD-free and I actually took the time to think about what I would write.

Now? My vocabulary is limited to HNNG and ME GUSTA to describe how hot a guy is and I just write whatever I want, which is rubbish anyway.

SAVE ME.

Oh yeah, this is a thinly veiled post about you-know-what. Kindly refrain from using your logic to figure out who I'm talking about because you'll never find out.

Ahem.

It's pretty obvious you are not at all interested in me, so I shall now take the required steps and forget about how awesome you are. I shall just think about uh, her, and that is enough for me to give up on you all together because seriously...

UH GODDAMMIT I MUST GET BACK TO WRITING THIS IS CRAP UGH UGH UGH

BLOGGING LIKE A BOSS

2011-09-12T12:22:00.000+08:00

You know what, I shall write write WRITE now because

I am bored.
I feel like typing.
I need to learn how to express myself through words again.
I need to delete Tumblr jargon from my head.
I need to look busy so people who really need the computers to do assignments or whatever won't give me the evil eye when they see me happily scrolling through Facebook.
I need to stop thinking about how much I desire my bed.
I need to analyse my feelings for uh, someone.
Make that someone...Jakob Dylan, BAHAHA.

Why do people spell it as JACOB?

JAKOB looks so much hotter, seriously.

Damn Tumblr weih, look what it's done to me. I am now some little fangirl who can't stop thinking about her darling and keep getting distracted from what's to be done.

I shall go off to class at 12.45pm. Should be just perfect, unless everyone decided to be a nerd like me and go there 30 minutes early or whatever.

Must. Eliminate. The. Word. Whatever. From. Vocabulary.

I shall not delete these posts because it will show what Tumblr has done to me.

Btw, 299 followers man! It was 300, but then someone unfollowed me. I'm bound to get more unfollowers since I've decided to make Tumblr my weekend job.

Hmm.

Shall stop now. Maybe I'll read some of my old posts. Ugh, I'm terribly grateful that I wrote all that happened when I was working. You wouldn't believe the memories that came pouring down when I read those posts.

Good.

More reason for me to slowly breakup with Tumblr and get reacquainted with Blogspot.

Hello Sem 2!

2011-09-12T12:10:00.001+08:00

Well, not yet, actually.

I'm in the computer lab now and there's another hour to go before I have to drag myself out of here and into the Intro to Business lecture.

I'm sure the first week's lectures will just be an hour long, with the lecturers telling us what books to get and what to expect from the classes and blablabla.

THERE ARE CLASSES ON FRIDAY UGH WHY

Now that I have decided to be a reblog maniac only on the weekend, I shall write EVERYDAY on Blogspot because frankly, my so-called writing skills have deteriorated so much that I am capable only of writing woebegone posts lamenting my 'love-life' (OH MAI GAWD DYINGGG), so, I've decided to go back to my darling Blogspot.

I actually wrote everyday last time.

Wow.

Where is that spark? Why did I lose interest in documenting my life?

*coughJakobDylancough*

I'm no longer OBSESSED with him.

He is now part of my life and so is Bob and Coldplay and Blur and Gorillaz...

Nyehehehehe.

Dear lord, I really need to get back to basics and plan what to write instead of just typing whatever comes to mind.

I NEED TO SLEEP OH MY GOD

Can I just skip the damn lecture asdfghjkl

Ello, ello, ello, ello, vee ee

2011-09-12T06:36:00.000+08:00

Second sem starts in a few hours.

Woohoo.

I am going to be oh so sleepy in class today.

Anyway, Bob Dylan's "I Want You" is the perfect song to describe a crush. Well, the chorus anyway.

I don't know whether this is just a passing phase or something that will follow me for years until I decide to stop...thinking you're great.

Sure, I just saw you but goddammit, I feel like seeing you again.

I guess the only thing stopping me from...doing or saying anything is your history.

I know I could never live up to your expectations so yeah, awesome.

Ugh, look at me.

I used to be able to write posts that actually made sense but now I'm reduced to spewing out garbage.

Goddammit.

Bye.

2011-09-03T00:24:00.002+08:00

I can't stop thinking about you.

This is an Overly Edited Hipster Photo of a Blonde Girl Running in a Field

2011-08-22T11:59:00.000+08:00

I am having my final exams this week from Monday to Wednesday.

Let it sink in.

FINAL EXAMS.

Anyway, I'm in the computer lab in college.

It's interesting to note what people do here.

There's a long queue for the printer and everyone has their arms crossed.

Most people at the computer have BB7 open and are scrolling through their lecture slides and looking bored.

Some are on Youtube watching football or some K-Pop band, ugh.

Many are frantically typing on Word and looking frazzled. Aha, assignment due today now only do ah?

A few are on Tumblr. I SEE HIPSTER PHOTOS OF GIRLS RUNNING IN FIELDS.

Oh, and EVERYONE has Facebook open.

Seriously, besides BB7, that's what everybody logs into immediately.

I need to write here more often, it's actually as fun as reblogging.

STOP PROCRASTINATING II

2011-08-21T16:28:00.000+08:00

Hello Blogger.

I miss you.

But why do I miss you whenever I should be doing something important?

Finals are tomorrow and I am online.

Well yeah, I did some studying at 1pm and am taking a break now but STILL OH MY GOD I SHOULD BE SCREAMING RIGHT NOW.

Which I am, I guess.

Ciao baby.

I should take the time to get reacquainted with you after I'm done with finals.

STOP PROCRASTINATING

2011-07-18T04:16:00.000+08:00

Should be writing my music video review now.

DIFFICULT WEI.

So tired.

Goodnight.

College Life is Starting to Look Better

2011-06-01T22:15:00.000+08:00

The transition from high school to college was rather choppy at first, but I guess it's going fine now.

There are some people who I really like, and there are some I wish I could see less of.

...

WHAT IS THIS WEI.

There's lots I want to say but dare not because I just CAN'T.

I have no other place to vent now, since nine people know about my Tumblr.

Damn you internet.

Rain

2011-05-22T15:42:00.000+08:00

I love it when it rains.

Toodle-doo

2011-05-18T19:06:00.000+08:00

Final draft for my movie review: DONE!

Time to re-read "Christine" for the book review.

Meh.

Bob Bobbidy Bob

2011-05-15T02:12:00.001+08:00

'Ballad of a Thin Man' is just perfect.

BFM 89.9

2011-05-14T01:10:00.000+08:00

I love BFM 89.9.

It plays brilliant music (aka no Bieber and auto-tuned Disney starlets) and the news, though pretty business oriented, is a change from the usual stuff.

OKOK, I love it because the songs they've played so far were so good that I immediately downloaded them when I came back home.

BFM is also the only radio station so far to play One Headlight.

Hell, they played the Traveling Wilburys' "She's My Baby"! You know the band with Bob Dylan, George Harrison and a few other guys.

BFM is perfect. The Wallflowers and the Traveling Wilburys?

Like how Lite FM is always playing in my mum's car, BFM will be playing in mine.

OH YES I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST AND WILL BE GETTING MY P LICENSE IN A WEEK HALLELUJAH!!!

I'll be getting my mum's old Kancil, complete with dents and not that good air conditioning.

Oh well, a car is a car.

Blogspot is Now Rather Appealing

2011-05-13T00:41:00.000+08:00

Isn't it strange how just writing one post here after a gazillion years made me revert to my old habit of one post per day on Blogspot?

I feel better writing here somehow, words flow and I have more ideas.

Whenever I write a text post on Tumblr, Jakob Dylan slinks in, making that post a slight tribute to him and his HNNG-worthy eyebrows and eyes.

Dear lord, he's now hijacking my Blogspot.

I guess the appeal of my Blogspot is that no one reads it anymore, making it sort of safe for me to rant and write thinly veiled posts. My Tumblr however, is accessed by FIVE of my friends, and when one wants to write a post about a certain someone, it's very tricky to write a post that satisfies me yet hides the truth.

So along comes Blogspot, worn and weary through being Mel's online diary for two or three years, ready to serve again. Seriously, I read my old posts and oh dear lord, I was such an emo wreck.

Which is worse: emo posts laced with desperation or Jakob tributes with the word HNNG in them?

I guess both are equally difficult to stomach.

Do I Miss School?

2011-05-09T22:50:00.000+08:00

I would be lying if I said I did.

Yet I would also be lying if I said I didn't.

I don't miss the homework and the studying and the people I don't like.

I miss my friends and the laughter. The times when everything was alright and I didn't worry that much.

HELL NO WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT.

I worried so much and actually skipped school on days when I couldn't face certain people and their actions I knew were going to hurt me.

I've put it all behind me now but still wince when I recall certain events where I was so uncertain and eventually disappointed by the outcome.

Enough.

I've got to let bygones be bygones.

Trent Lane = Jakob Dylan in Cartoon Form

2011-05-07T16:43:00.002+08:00

Yes, I am still in love with Trent.

Dammit, look at those eyebrows!

Why Hello There

2011-05-07T16:39:00.000+08:00

Tumblr's down, which explains why I decided to check out this blog.

Wow, I feel like I've turned into a different person from the girl who wrote all these emo posts.

I no longer feel hurt if a certain someone doesn't speak to me because frankly, I don't give a damn. Why should someone's insensitivity turn me into some blubbering idiot?

Btw, updates regarding my life:

I am now studying Foundation in Communication at Taylor's University Lakeside Campus.
College is just four days a week. :D
I have to get up at 5.30am for 8am classes since I take the train. (To think I used to complain about getting up at 8.30am for work)
I have 203 followers on Tumblr (YES, I just HAD to put that in).
I made friends with some really awesome people in college.
Driving lessons are hell and I wish I could just ride a bicycle everywhere.
I will be playing the part of a doctor diagnosing some schizophrenic patient for my group's video assignment. My name will be Marina because Marina Mahathir came to college for a talk and my friends have decided she's awesome.
I used my gaji to get myself a laptop.
I am now broke.
I am still in love with Jakob Dylan.

Yes, that love affair never died, no matter how much I said it was gone for good.

Oh oh, I FINALLY found The Godfather after looking for it everywhere. Damn you MPH and Popular, to think a college book sale had the goods while you hadn't. In fact, after this post, I'm going to finish reading the book and then watch all three Godfather movies.

The first is undeniably the best. It's also the only one I've watched twice. I only managed to catch the first half of the second movie and the ending of the third.

Ah, the Corleones.

Oooh, Tumblr's back.

Will update when Tumblr's servers are down again.

:)

Goodbye

2011-03-27T22:45:00.000+08:00

Hello.

This blog won't be updated anymore. I've been thinking of deleting the whole thing, but after reading a few old posts, I think I won't. Let it survive for posterity's sake. I might need a laugh when I'm down or just see how immature I was.

Updates regarding my life:

I'm no longer working and have been rotting at home/going out with friends/nearly died when Jason was driving.
I'm starting college in FOUR days time.
I do not feel ready at all.
I DO NOT FEEL READY AT ALL.
I would like to state how I feel like typing that last sentence a gazillion times.

Whatever.

The only reason I'm here anyway is because the stupid Tumbeasts of Tumblr are at it again.

Damn Tumbeasts.

Oh, I've got 151 followers. Yesh, small number but who cares.

It feels weird, neglecting my blog for Tumblr.

It really DOES feel like goodbye.

All of a sudden, I don't feel like saying goodbye.

I hate goodbyes.

I'm Going to Miss the Three Syaitonnnnn

2011-02-21T12:43:00.000+08:00

Went for the computer test yesterday for driving.

Let's just say I've got to study harder to prepare for next Sunday.

Yesterday was Daniel, Faiz and Anwar's last day at work. They had already promised to pull out all the stops to make it a super memorable day, and yes, they succeeded.

What I'll remember till I'm an old lady of 70:

Anwar's blue-streaked hair with tiny colourful stars in it.
Six boxes of Domino's pizza.
Faiz's balloon-like stomach after guzzling food and drink like a mad man
Faiz getting a black shirt from the basket and putting it on his head like a tudung and pretending to be 'Faizah'.
Eating at Boston with Su Anne. French fried rice, my foot! What was so French about fried rice that looked and tasted exactly like nasi goreng kampung?
Anwar's stupid silly pranks, like dumping all the clothes in the basket on me and Daniel so that I actually fell off the chair I was sitting on and landed on the floor, clothes still pouring over me, Anwar and Faiz's failed attempt at covering me with the fitting room curtain and carrying me, Faiz pulling my hair, Daniel and Faiz cracking stupid monkey jokes... The list could go on and on. Will edit when I remember more.
Going to Jusco at 9.30pm or later to buy party stuff like snow spray and silly string and then coming back and attacking Carol and Syakila with it... We had to clean up later though, with Carol calling Anwar syaitan and all that.

Will edit this when I get back from work.

I really love you guys.

:)

I'm Still Confused

2011-02-16T22:42:00.000+08:00

Whenever I listen to 'Awan Nano', I get all emo and start thinking a lot.

What IS up with me this week?

Let's hope that the guys at work will cheer me up with their usual crazy antics tomorrow.

Comtemplation

2011-02-16T16:40:00.000+08:00

Day off today. I deserve it, the other manager worked me to death yesterday.

I don't feel like going on Tumblr today. It's getting too addictive and I'm afraid it might take control of me. I mean, when I start dreaming that there are eight messages waiting for me and that I gained 50 followers in one day, I guess it's time for me to take a break.

Maybe I'll make my Tumblr a Jakob only blog. There are too many pictures of Bob Dylan and Coldplay and other stuff.

Anyway, got the 8GB card. I can now finally put all the live Wallflowers songs in my phone and maybe Coldplay's B-sides. Maybe put in a few Muse albums. Mleh.

Watching season three of Daria. Will watch five episodes of season four too.

Trent is still hot.

Oh, Daniel called and said the appointment at the salon will be this Saturday at 11am. Anwar's tagging along. Hope I get a razor or something there. I'll make him go bald, muhaha.

Why do I feel so down?