Happy New Year, guys.
Sometimes time moves too fast for words.
But I still wish words would never fail me.
I would list all the moments of 2008. And I would cherish them all.
525,600 minutes.
Love you guys... for another year.
Muah. Mwah. Muax.
LoVe~
MzP<3
31 December 2008
20 December 2008
Think
I've been thinking quite alot lately. More than usual.
I don't really like to think too much.
You know how thinking goes. One thing leads to another. And then, you start to question things. Question life. Then you question the higher things. And then you just about go crazy because you make your own conclusions because no other conclusions can be made that makes much sense, do you know what I mean, or don't you?
And then you'd feel depressed.
There's only so much a human's mind can take. And it's not alot, I can tell you.
So mostly, I shut off thoughts. I mean, I don't care if by thinking I can solve the next mystery of the world. I just won't do too much of it. Besides, someone else can solve the next mystery. I'm not up for the job.
There are no boundaries when we think, is there? And yet, there are alot of limitations.
And see, I'm the only one who can actually think of thinking itself.
Sometimes, I feel (trying not to use 'think' here) that I prefer becoming more bimbo-like. Well, not a bimbo per say. Just bimbo-like. For sometimes choosing between Vogue and The Economist can just keep me reeling, and I would definitely end up with Vogue. I love economics. But when I pick up the magazine, I just can't see any other point to it. And knowledge can come in many forms, depending on which life you lead, or what you believe. So yes, I know what the multiplier effect is, and I know who is Akerloff. But probably that information is less valuable to one person than it is to another. And who's to say I'd be any less smarter if I pick up Vogue.
That is also the reason I read chick-lit instead of hardcore classic literature. Or why I'd be more interested in conversations detailing some gossip than what's the economic pros and cons of the Kyoto protocol. Not that I don't have my own arguments. But possibly a part of me is just sick of people trying to prove in vain that they're better than the other, with so-called 'intellectual' arguments. In reality, I know in the end, people will only hear what they want to hear than what's really being said.
LoVe~
MzP<3
I don't really like to think too much.
You know how thinking goes. One thing leads to another. And then, you start to question things. Question life. Then you question the higher things. And then you just about go crazy because you make your own conclusions because no other conclusions can be made that makes much sense, do you know what I mean, or don't you?
And then you'd feel depressed.
There's only so much a human's mind can take. And it's not alot, I can tell you.
So mostly, I shut off thoughts. I mean, I don't care if by thinking I can solve the next mystery of the world. I just won't do too much of it. Besides, someone else can solve the next mystery. I'm not up for the job.
There are no boundaries when we think, is there? And yet, there are alot of limitations.
And see, I'm the only one who can actually think of thinking itself.
Sometimes, I feel (trying not to use 'think' here) that I prefer becoming more bimbo-like. Well, not a bimbo per say. Just bimbo-like. For sometimes choosing between Vogue and The Economist can just keep me reeling, and I would definitely end up with Vogue. I love economics. But when I pick up the magazine, I just can't see any other point to it. And knowledge can come in many forms, depending on which life you lead, or what you believe. So yes, I know what the multiplier effect is, and I know who is Akerloff. But probably that information is less valuable to one person than it is to another. And who's to say I'd be any less smarter if I pick up Vogue.
That is also the reason I read chick-lit instead of hardcore classic literature. Or why I'd be more interested in conversations detailing some gossip than what's the economic pros and cons of the Kyoto protocol. Not that I don't have my own arguments. But possibly a part of me is just sick of people trying to prove in vain that they're better than the other, with so-called 'intellectual' arguments. In reality, I know in the end, people will only hear what they want to hear than what's really being said.
LoVe~
MzP<3
17 December 2008
Gift Guide Part 2
Early morning. I woke up before dawn today. Seriously. Literally. No kidding. And no, not my definition of dawn (9am). The real dawn.
Sat in bed eating some nice Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. Mmmm. This is life right here.
I promised that I'll write about thoughtful gifts on my next post right? So I guess here it is.
(Oh, and Lady Gaga's Poker Face is so cool)
First of all, I'm not going to list all the thoughtful gifts here. Instead, I'll just tell you how. How to get a nice thoughtful gift.
Thing is, if it's a girl you're giving this to, and you love her, I'll bet you'd know alot about her. I mean, you should. Simple things, like her favourite colour, her favourite food, her hobbies, her favourite anything. Ask. You should know, you know.
It's so easy when you know. If she likes to paint, an easel is a great gift. If she loves music, a collection of CDs is good. A person who likes to read? Umm... Well, don't get normal books because everyone else would too. Instead, scour the used bookshops. Other than being obviously cheap, there are bound to be books dating back to the 1800s and most have sweet messages written inside, for someone else long ago. Get that. At least you'll know, even if she has the book already, she doesn't have the inscriptions, knowing the book meant something to someone once upon a time.
Things like that.
And then there are gifts you make yourself. If you're good at making things, why not make something for her? Surely no one else would be able to give anything better than that. Or design something for her, and make it a reality. Or get someone to make something one off. Anya Hindmarch handbag with her baby picture on it, anyone? Mmm... sweet, but kinda pricey, I know. Or build her a dollhouse (if she's that kind of person, that is) and paint it in her favourite colour.
If you know her hobbies, it's even easier. Give her something associated with it, you know, like the examples I gave above.
I've met men who asks me if women really go for money. Well, usually, I don't really know what to say. Most of my girlfriends would choose love than money. But men, they still don't believe.
Then why do women always love expensive gifts? Thing is, women know men pretty well. And we know what money is to men. It's power. It's status. It's security. Money means a lot to men, we know. They love money. They measure themselves with money. And we all know it's hard to part with something we love right. So when men give expensive gifts, it means something. It shows they wouldn't mind parting with something else they love because they love us more. It shows money is second to them. It shows how far men will go to make us happy. And when a guy doesn't mind being financially ruined by a woman, it just shows that he would give the world to her if he could. So yes, women do like expensive gifts. But mostly, not for reasons you believe.
And, umm, we do like the gifts too... Hehe...
So yes, thoughtful gifts.
Maybe all you have to do is give her a small key and tell her she holds the key to your heart. Maybe you can get nice small pieces of paper and wrote 365 things you love about her, for everyday of the year. Better yet, make a map and get her to find you, at a nice place. Cook for her. That is, other than spaghetti bolognaise or mac n cheese please. Maybe find out her perfect dates and make it happen for her.
Flowers are nice too. I don't care if you men think it's useless giving flowers because they die anyway. But the fact is, flowers could make a lot of girls happy. You don't need to understand the science of it. Just give them the freaking flowers and make their day. It is just another one of those things in life you don't question.
Keep in mind, though, that if she looks like she would enjoy one thing, she might already have plenty of that thing. So yeah, like, she might look like the type who likes cute teddy bears, and a million people might know this, so she might already have a million teddy bears as gifts. So nothing too predictable OK. It just shows that you don't know her anymore than the average person, and that sure is frustrating.
There are millions of possibilities. And the internet could be a good source of information for ideas.
Try my favourite florist sites: Giftlab and Malaysia Petals. Well, both deliver in Malaysia. From another country? Google it. I'm sure it's pretty easy to find.
I'll just leave you from here onwards.
But remember, if all else fails, jewelry won't go wrong. Well, most of the time anyway.
LoVe~
MzP<3>
Sat in bed eating some nice Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. Mmmm. This is life right here.
I promised that I'll write about thoughtful gifts on my next post right? So I guess here it is.
(Oh, and Lady Gaga's Poker Face is so cool)
First of all, I'm not going to list all the thoughtful gifts here. Instead, I'll just tell you how. How to get a nice thoughtful gift.
Thing is, if it's a girl you're giving this to, and you love her, I'll bet you'd know alot about her. I mean, you should. Simple things, like her favourite colour, her favourite food, her hobbies, her favourite anything. Ask. You should know, you know.
It's so easy when you know. If she likes to paint, an easel is a great gift. If she loves music, a collection of CDs is good. A person who likes to read? Umm... Well, don't get normal books because everyone else would too. Instead, scour the used bookshops. Other than being obviously cheap, there are bound to be books dating back to the 1800s and most have sweet messages written inside, for someone else long ago. Get that. At least you'll know, even if she has the book already, she doesn't have the inscriptions, knowing the book meant something to someone once upon a time.
Things like that.
And then there are gifts you make yourself. If you're good at making things, why not make something for her? Surely no one else would be able to give anything better than that. Or design something for her, and make it a reality. Or get someone to make something one off. Anya Hindmarch handbag with her baby picture on it, anyone? Mmm... sweet, but kinda pricey, I know. Or build her a dollhouse (if she's that kind of person, that is) and paint it in her favourite colour.
If you know her hobbies, it's even easier. Give her something associated with it, you know, like the examples I gave above.
I've met men who asks me if women really go for money. Well, usually, I don't really know what to say. Most of my girlfriends would choose love than money. But men, they still don't believe.
Then why do women always love expensive gifts? Thing is, women know men pretty well. And we know what money is to men. It's power. It's status. It's security. Money means a lot to men, we know. They love money. They measure themselves with money. And we all know it's hard to part with something we love right. So when men give expensive gifts, it means something. It shows they wouldn't mind parting with something else they love because they love us more. It shows money is second to them. It shows how far men will go to make us happy. And when a guy doesn't mind being financially ruined by a woman, it just shows that he would give the world to her if he could. So yes, women do like expensive gifts. But mostly, not for reasons you believe.
And, umm, we do like the gifts too... Hehe...
So yes, thoughtful gifts.
Maybe all you have to do is give her a small key and tell her she holds the key to your heart. Maybe you can get nice small pieces of paper and wrote 365 things you love about her, for everyday of the year. Better yet, make a map and get her to find you, at a nice place. Cook for her. That is, other than spaghetti bolognaise or mac n cheese please. Maybe find out her perfect dates and make it happen for her.
Flowers are nice too. I don't care if you men think it's useless giving flowers because they die anyway. But the fact is, flowers could make a lot of girls happy. You don't need to understand the science of it. Just give them the freaking flowers and make their day. It is just another one of those things in life you don't question.
Keep in mind, though, that if she looks like she would enjoy one thing, she might already have plenty of that thing. So yeah, like, she might look like the type who likes cute teddy bears, and a million people might know this, so she might already have a million teddy bears as gifts. So nothing too predictable OK. It just shows that you don't know her anymore than the average person, and that sure is frustrating.
There are millions of possibilities. And the internet could be a good source of information for ideas.
Try my favourite florist sites: Giftlab and Malaysia Petals. Well, both deliver in Malaysia. From another country? Google it. I'm sure it's pretty easy to find.
I'll just leave you from here onwards.
But remember, if all else fails, jewelry won't go wrong. Well, most of the time anyway.
LoVe~
MzP<3>
16 December 2008
Gift Guide for Men
I'm at some... Bukit Kiara Club thing. By the pool. Wish I brought my bikini though, been a long time since I last swam.
Recently I read an article in a magazine. On the plane. Cleo, I think. The article was written by a guy, telling girls to give a clue about what they want as presents. You know, birthdays, christmas and such. He was all like, "Please give us a clue about what you want. And don't make it too subtle too." Writing about how men has no idea what women want, and for us to make their job easier for them.
First of all, thing is, I don't really agree with him. It is pretty easy to get women gifts, you know. I mean, if all else fails, get jewelery. C'mon, even a fool could figure that out, right? We're talking diamonds, platinum, gold, pearls. And not those plated stuff either. And not silver, to be safe. Trust me, you just can't go wrong with jewelry. If you don't want them to get the wrong idea, just stay away from diamonds.
What's that I hear? Out of budget? Ha. Haha. Ha. Wait, why do you have a girlfriend again? Nah, kidding. Have you guys actually seen jewelry these days? Rings could go as low as RM100. And instead of buying that RM350 perfume that probably stinks anyway, you could definitely get a ring or a pendant for that much.
And silver is not that bad either, actually. I mean, just not for me since I have allergies to everything not gold. Get engraved rings, with your name engraved on the inside, for extra thought. And extra romantic effect. Just don't engrave faces. Spell T-A-C-K-Y.
Jewelry is equivalent to technology for men. Men would probably crave for the latest phone or laptop or iPod. And they're all expensive as well, don't lie to us.
OK fine, not all are keen with giving jewelry. I get it.
The thing is, there are only two things that girls would appreciate when received. a) expensive things or b) thoughtful things. It has got to be either one. If it's not expensive or thoughtful, don't bother. And if you, like the guy who wrote the magazine article, wouldn't want to give it much thought, shell out for something expensive. The less thought you put into it, the more expensive the gift should be. Take it from me. If you're broke (hint!) you have no choice but to put a lot of effort and thought into the gift.
But take it from me, if you love her, that shouldn't be a problem at all. For we all know the best gift is one that shows how much you know someone. And who would know you better than someone who loves you? Right? Right? Right?
And girls. If you really really want a surprise from your guy, just guide him in the right direction. We all know how clueless and hopeless guys are, and I doubt it's about to change anytime soon. So, sometimes, just give him a break, drag him to that Chanel store, tell him how much you loooooovvveeee that handbag (just one, you don't wanna confuse him). Trust me, when he gets it for you, he'll think it's a very clever surprise on his part. *wink *wink
So for thoughtful gifts? Next post.
Till then, I hope you find the jewelry store fun. And bear in mind, we do know the difference between zircons and diamonds. Or at least our friend who works at the jewelry store does. So, no cheating!
LoVe~
MzP<3
Recently I read an article in a magazine. On the plane. Cleo, I think. The article was written by a guy, telling girls to give a clue about what they want as presents. You know, birthdays, christmas and such. He was all like, "Please give us a clue about what you want. And don't make it too subtle too." Writing about how men has no idea what women want, and for us to make their job easier for them.
First of all, thing is, I don't really agree with him. It is pretty easy to get women gifts, you know. I mean, if all else fails, get jewelery. C'mon, even a fool could figure that out, right? We're talking diamonds, platinum, gold, pearls. And not those plated stuff either. And not silver, to be safe. Trust me, you just can't go wrong with jewelry. If you don't want them to get the wrong idea, just stay away from diamonds.
What's that I hear? Out of budget? Ha. Haha. Ha. Wait, why do you have a girlfriend again? Nah, kidding. Have you guys actually seen jewelry these days? Rings could go as low as RM100. And instead of buying that RM350 perfume that probably stinks anyway, you could definitely get a ring or a pendant for that much.
And silver is not that bad either, actually. I mean, just not for me since I have allergies to everything not gold. Get engraved rings, with your name engraved on the inside, for extra thought. And extra romantic effect. Just don't engrave faces. Spell T-A-C-K-Y.
Jewelry is equivalent to technology for men. Men would probably crave for the latest phone or laptop or iPod. And they're all expensive as well, don't lie to us.
OK fine, not all are keen with giving jewelry. I get it.
The thing is, there are only two things that girls would appreciate when received. a) expensive things or b) thoughtful things. It has got to be either one. If it's not expensive or thoughtful, don't bother. And if you, like the guy who wrote the magazine article, wouldn't want to give it much thought, shell out for something expensive. The less thought you put into it, the more expensive the gift should be. Take it from me. If you're broke (hint!) you have no choice but to put a lot of effort and thought into the gift.
But take it from me, if you love her, that shouldn't be a problem at all. For we all know the best gift is one that shows how much you know someone. And who would know you better than someone who loves you? Right? Right? Right?
And girls. If you really really want a surprise from your guy, just guide him in the right direction. We all know how clueless and hopeless guys are, and I doubt it's about to change anytime soon. So, sometimes, just give him a break, drag him to that Chanel store, tell him how much you loooooovvveeee that handbag (just one, you don't wanna confuse him). Trust me, when he gets it for you, he'll think it's a very clever surprise on his part. *wink *wink
So for thoughtful gifts? Next post.
Till then, I hope you find the jewelry store fun. And bear in mind, we do know the difference between zircons and diamonds. Or at least our friend who works at the jewelry store does. So, no cheating!
LoVe~
MzP<3
Need a Clue?
This is probably my favourite line in a movie/series.
"Okay guy in need of a clue. Here's one.
Women send signals, and that was brush off.
Before you dip into your shallow pool of wit, let me paint us a picture and save us both the trouble.
Here's your evening. You are gonna sling back to your buddies, laugh this off, get wasted, go home, and make nice with yourself.
But don't be thinking of me. Because even your fantasy of me isn't interested in you."
It's from Brooke, One Tree Hill.
Tell me that is not the coolest thing ever.
Points for style!
LoVe~
MzP<3
"Okay guy in need of a clue. Here's one.
Women send signals, and that was brush off.
Before you dip into your shallow pool of wit, let me paint us a picture and save us both the trouble.
Here's your evening. You are gonna sling back to your buddies, laugh this off, get wasted, go home, and make nice with yourself.
But don't be thinking of me. Because even your fantasy of me isn't interested in you."
It's from Brooke, One Tree Hill.
Tell me that is not the coolest thing ever.
Points for style!
LoVe~
MzP<3
Summer Boredome
I spent practically the whole day today figuring out why HDTV plays on my Windows Media Center on my laptop and not somene else's Window Media Center on ther laptop. Despite both our laptops being practically the same VAIO (Infact, hers is a slightly newer version - like, a few months later than mine).
And trust me, it's so much more tiring than it seems. So tiring in fact, I fell asleep so early.
No, I refuse to pin it on jet lag. Have been sleeping OK since I got back.
I have, for quite some time ago, gave up on the HDTV thing and is now downloading a new player that actually supports it. And that wait is killing me. Maybe I should just throw the laptop out of my balcony. Hehe.
Other than that, I'm sitting here waiting for him to call. Hopeless.
Hey, anyone out there wants to go out tomorrow? One more day at home might just drive me crazyyyy. Let's go mamak. Yes, mamak. It's been so long since I ate there! Any takers?
Other than that...
I got into Summer School!!! Yes, I'm going for summer school. Yay me.
This subject I'm taking would actually accelerate my uni time by a whole semester. Cool or what?
And it starts on the 5th.
So I'll be back in Sydney by then.
So see you guys in Sydney!!!
LoVe~
MzP<3
And trust me, it's so much more tiring than it seems. So tiring in fact, I fell asleep so early.
No, I refuse to pin it on jet lag. Have been sleeping OK since I got back.
I have, for quite some time ago, gave up on the HDTV thing and is now downloading a new player that actually supports it. And that wait is killing me. Maybe I should just throw the laptop out of my balcony. Hehe.
Other than that, I'm sitting here waiting for him to call. Hopeless.
Hey, anyone out there wants to go out tomorrow? One more day at home might just drive me crazyyyy. Let's go mamak. Yes, mamak. It's been so long since I ate there! Any takers?
Other than that...
I got into Summer School!!! Yes, I'm going for summer school. Yay me.
This subject I'm taking would actually accelerate my uni time by a whole semester. Cool or what?
And it starts on the 5th.
So I'll be back in Sydney by then.
So see you guys in Sydney!!!
LoVe~
MzP<3
Angels' Shopping
(3rd day in LA)
Another day in The City of Angels. Yum.
Went shopping today, and wow, did I have fun.
Juicy Couture, Rock & Republic, Aigner, Calvin Klein, True Religion, DKNY, Armani, Nine West, Polo, Tommy Hilfigier, Ed Hardy, and the list goes on and on and on. Eat your heart out, people!
I bought, like, so much stuff!
Right now, can't sleep. Listening to If I Ain't Got You on iTunes. Over and over again. Reminds me of him. Mmmm...
Okay, back to topic.
I bought wallet, shoes, jeans, bag, clothes, underwear... stuff I can't even list here.
And I love love all the stuff I just bought. Like, love love. More than I love my BF. Joke, baby. Hehe. Love you! (Though I am ignoring your smses right now...).
LA has been... good. Not great, exactly. Could have had more fun. Restricted, though.
And yes, you are non dairy creamer to me.
OMG, and Katy Perry's Ur So Gay is coooool. Listen to it. Seriously. Umm... is it too weird to say it reminds me of someone? Haha. Yea, but who exactly, I'll just keep that to myself.
Alright, I'm finally sleepy. Will update when I'm back in Malaysia. (And will kill you if you sms the same things again!)
LoVe~
MzP<3
09 December 2008
Thoughts in Cali
Guess where I am? Right, LA!!!
Had only been a day. Fun so far? Hmmm... not too bad. Disneyland was OK if wasn't a little bit too quick. We had to cramp everything up and didn't even have time to go souvenir shopping - which is part of the whole fun!
Tomorrow: Universal Studios.
The next day: Shopping!!!!! (Yes, that deserves five exclamation marks)
Wish I had someone my age around though. Then maybe right now I would be somewhere much more fun. I mean, not in this room, alone, writing my blog in this one hour time frame of the only internet access I have. Pathetic, I know.
No matter. Tomorrow is a new day.
Weirdly enough i've been having lots of dreams lately. Not really good dreams, but not nightmares either. They're just there everytime I close my eyes. And some feel so real, they scare me.
I wonder what's the significance of all these dreams. I barely remember them actually. But I wonder why they suddenly appear, after all those nights of dreamless sleep. Is something disturbing my train of thought? Is it something physical? Am I not well? Or is it some side effect of any medication I'm not aware of?
But then again, maybe I'm just missing someone.
One question though: If you ever found something true, something real, would you ever give it up for the possibility of something better? Or the promise of something better?
I don't know. Will I be lucky again? Or will I just be pushing my luck too far this time.
But what if this thing is also so... wrong?
I wonder, would Romeo and Juliet find something better if they just moved on and not killed themselves? Would they be happier? They were so young after all.
Or is that kind of love once in a lifetime and should be embraced whether it's wrong or right? Tell me, please.
Times up!
LoVe~
MzP<3
Had only been a day. Fun so far? Hmmm... not too bad. Disneyland was OK if wasn't a little bit too quick. We had to cramp everything up and didn't even have time to go souvenir shopping - which is part of the whole fun!
Tomorrow: Universal Studios.
The next day: Shopping!!!!! (Yes, that deserves five exclamation marks)
Wish I had someone my age around though. Then maybe right now I would be somewhere much more fun. I mean, not in this room, alone, writing my blog in this one hour time frame of the only internet access I have. Pathetic, I know.
No matter. Tomorrow is a new day.
Weirdly enough i've been having lots of dreams lately. Not really good dreams, but not nightmares either. They're just there everytime I close my eyes. And some feel so real, they scare me.
I wonder what's the significance of all these dreams. I barely remember them actually. But I wonder why they suddenly appear, after all those nights of dreamless sleep. Is something disturbing my train of thought? Is it something physical? Am I not well? Or is it some side effect of any medication I'm not aware of?
But then again, maybe I'm just missing someone.
One question though: If you ever found something true, something real, would you ever give it up for the possibility of something better? Or the promise of something better?
I don't know. Will I be lucky again? Or will I just be pushing my luck too far this time.
But what if this thing is also so... wrong?
I wonder, would Romeo and Juliet find something better if they just moved on and not killed themselves? Would they be happier? They were so young after all.
Or is that kind of love once in a lifetime and should be embraced whether it's wrong or right? Tell me, please.
Times up!
LoVe~
MzP<3
05 December 2008
Future
Back to bed.
Watched an old movie today. The CDs my baby gave me. That was good.
Played badminton. BADminton. Cos I'm just so bad at it, it's embarrassing. I mean, no one's bad at badminton. NO ONE!
As uneventful as today was, I'm still happy. Going to see him tomorrow. Yeay!!!
Sometimes I really want to know what the future holds. And sometimes I really don't.
Knowing would be nice. Knowing would prepare me. Then maybe I'd stop wasting my time trying to get things I'll never get and start spending more time on things I will surely get.
But not knowing would be sweet. Surprises, they're sweet. Not knowing what's coming makes you treasure what you have more. Alot more. And when good things come, it'll be the sweetest surprise life could offer. Sweet and simple.
Then there are times when it's just driving me crazy. Times when I know part of the future but not all. When I know my dad will be angry but I don't know why. When I know a friend would betray me but I don't know how. When I know that drink would spill but I don't know how to avoid it.
It makes me think sometimes, the future, is it written in stone? Is it really changeable? Or is it not? If I be nice now, I know it will change my future, but is it written that I would be nice? Or is that something only I decide?
I keep on thinking, but I know I'm not supposed to. I'm not supposed to think too much about the powers that be. I know, I know.
You know what? Someone did predict my future for me once. Last year.
And so far, I think some wasn't right. But I can't be too sure. Thing is, I wanted some to be right, and others, not so much.
So that's why I want to know so much about the future. Not my future, exactly, but what the future really is. I'd like to know.
Because there are times where the present is where I really am and really want to be. But there are times when I just can't bring myself to just be at the present. There are times when it is all about the past and the future. When right now is the illusion and the rest is the reality.
Gosh, I'm rambling.
But actually right now all I want to do is stare into his eyes. And stare at them forever.
LoVe~
MzP<3
Watched an old movie today. The CDs my baby gave me. That was good.
Played badminton. BADminton. Cos I'm just so bad at it, it's embarrassing. I mean, no one's bad at badminton. NO ONE!
As uneventful as today was, I'm still happy. Going to see him tomorrow. Yeay!!!
Sometimes I really want to know what the future holds. And sometimes I really don't.
Knowing would be nice. Knowing would prepare me. Then maybe I'd stop wasting my time trying to get things I'll never get and start spending more time on things I will surely get.
But not knowing would be sweet. Surprises, they're sweet. Not knowing what's coming makes you treasure what you have more. Alot more. And when good things come, it'll be the sweetest surprise life could offer. Sweet and simple.
Then there are times when it's just driving me crazy. Times when I know part of the future but not all. When I know my dad will be angry but I don't know why. When I know a friend would betray me but I don't know how. When I know that drink would spill but I don't know how to avoid it.
It makes me think sometimes, the future, is it written in stone? Is it really changeable? Or is it not? If I be nice now, I know it will change my future, but is it written that I would be nice? Or is that something only I decide?
I keep on thinking, but I know I'm not supposed to. I'm not supposed to think too much about the powers that be. I know, I know.
You know what? Someone did predict my future for me once. Last year.
And so far, I think some wasn't right. But I can't be too sure. Thing is, I wanted some to be right, and others, not so much.
So that's why I want to know so much about the future. Not my future, exactly, but what the future really is. I'd like to know.
Because there are times where the present is where I really am and really want to be. But there are times when I just can't bring myself to just be at the present. There are times when it is all about the past and the future. When right now is the illusion and the rest is the reality.
Gosh, I'm rambling.
But actually right now all I want to do is stare into his eyes. And stare at them forever.
LoVe~
MzP<3
04 December 2008
Beautiful Dates
Yesterday was so... nice.
Got to meet him. Oh my God, it had been awhile since I saw him.
Can't believe when I meet him again I'd be... shy. Then I realised how deeply I've fallen.
And then I felt... confused. You know why, sayang.
And then here I am again. This is where I end up again: In bed. Alone. Where I have been for the past week.
Now I'm thinking of nice dates. Perfect dates.
Ice cream date. A scoop of ice cream each. Park. Nice weather. You, me getting talking, getting to know each other. An ice cream date is just one of the most perfect first date I can think of.
Dancing in the moonlight. Full moon. Music. Dancing. Candles. Somewhere above the world, somewhere. In our own world.
Kissing in the rain. Dancing. Getting soaked. But loving it.
Sunrise. It's more beautiful than sunsets. For after a sunrise, after the date, the day starts. And it would be a beautiful day ahead of us.
Star gazing. Laying down on the ground . Looking for shooting stars. Making wishes for our future. And where I can tell you I love you more than the stars in the sky.
Breakfast in bed. Waking up to pancakes. In bed. Starting the day with a smile.
Candlelight dinner on a rooftop. Alone. Music. Where he cooks. And we dance. And perhaps talk about the future. About how happy we'd be forever.
Beachside. Beautiful clear water. Where I can taste the salt on your lips. And we'd build sandcastles. And write our name in the sand. And build memories that will last right through our days.
I am not a hopeless romantic. But this is a vision in my head. Something beautiful. Something I could hope for. Something I could look forward to in moments of darkness. Something with you. Something called love.
Maybe I am a romantic. But not a hopeless one.
LoVe~
MzP<3
Got to meet him. Oh my God, it had been awhile since I saw him.
Can't believe when I meet him again I'd be... shy. Then I realised how deeply I've fallen.
And then I felt... confused. You know why, sayang.
And then here I am again. This is where I end up again: In bed. Alone. Where I have been for the past week.
Now I'm thinking of nice dates. Perfect dates.
Ice cream date. A scoop of ice cream each. Park. Nice weather. You, me getting talking, getting to know each other. An ice cream date is just one of the most perfect first date I can think of.
Dancing in the moonlight. Full moon. Music. Dancing. Candles. Somewhere above the world, somewhere. In our own world.
Kissing in the rain. Dancing. Getting soaked. But loving it.
Sunrise. It's more beautiful than sunsets. For after a sunrise, after the date, the day starts. And it would be a beautiful day ahead of us.
Star gazing. Laying down on the ground . Looking for shooting stars. Making wishes for our future. And where I can tell you I love you more than the stars in the sky.
Breakfast in bed. Waking up to pancakes. In bed. Starting the day with a smile.
Candlelight dinner on a rooftop. Alone. Music. Where he cooks. And we dance. And perhaps talk about the future. About how happy we'd be forever.
Beachside. Beautiful clear water. Where I can taste the salt on your lips. And we'd build sandcastles. And write our name in the sand. And build memories that will last right through our days.
I am not a hopeless romantic. But this is a vision in my head. Something beautiful. Something I could hope for. Something I could look forward to in moments of darkness. Something with you. Something called love.
Maybe I am a romantic. But not a hopeless one.
LoVe~
MzP<3
Prospective Husband Material
I've never actually see myself as someone who would fight for love. I never did. But somehow now, I'm doing it.
But we all know real life is far from the movies. And we all know in real life it's so much harder to know what's right and what's wrong. Because it is not black and white. There's no sweet animal loving princesses and evil queens.
But then again, the last time I checked, it's not the 19th century, is it? Arranged marriage is, surely, a thing of the past. Then how the hell did this happen? How the hell am I stuck with something that seems so much like arranged marriage that I can't even deny it anymore?
Thing is, I can find a good husband for myself, thank you very much. I mean my criteria for a husband is pretty impressively high standard, really. Seriously. Judge it for yourself.
Let me get one thing straight before I start on my list. Yes, I want a husband with a decent size penis (read: above average). I'm sorry, yea, I got it out. Yes it's superficial. I know you'd think, "A big penis isn't everything!" but it's really up to me, you know. If I'm going to spend my whole life with that thing, please let it be big. I also know guys out there who'll go, "I want a wife with big boobs." Sure, you know, guys. But I think a big penis makes more sense because it contributes more to the sex life than big boobs. And if guys could say that, I sure as hell could say it too.
Okay, so first on my list of a perfect husband is money. Yes. I'm sorry. For love or money? Money. Anytime. Love could come later. Being fed is more important to me. Even if love never come, I'd be comforted with the fact that at least my children are getting good education.
Second, smart. A smart husband would be nice. I would want someone I can have conversations with. Someone who knows more than I know so I can learn from him. Someone who can solve problems quick and painless.
Another criteria: Educated. Yes, it's different from above. I want my husband to get good education. Someone who can tell me the square root of pi. Someone who knows where a human spleen is. Someone who knows what E, M and C is in the formula E=MC². And someone who knows what shape the demand and supply curves are. Oh, and someone who actually knows what are The Illiad and The Odyssey are.
Fourth. Nice and kind. This goes without saying, really.
Fifth. Handy. Yes, I need him to change lightbulbs, change the car tyres, unclog sinks, repair leaks, and at least know more about cars than I do.
Funny. Quite important this one. If he isn't dull and can make me laugh it's a huge plus. I wouldn't want to marry the statue of liberty, if you know what I mean.
Seventh criteria: powerful. Someone with power just turns me on. Someone who can make things happen. A husband that is respected. That when you mention his name, people would know.
Eight. Good genes. I didn't say good-looking here because looking good is not a criteria. I mean, you don't have to look like Brad Pitt. But please carry good genes. I wouldn't want someone who carry genes for asthma, heart attack, diabetes, high blood pressure, hemophilia, sickle cell anemia, color blindness, and all those diseases out there. Oh, especially not thalassemia.
OK, I'll stop at 8. Those are my criterias.
But you know what? I have one more criteria that would cancel out all others: Religious. Seriously, no matter what, that is the most important. If a guy is religious, I don't care of all those other criteria (even the penis size). I so want, above all else, a religious husband. Someone who would guide me the right way. And someone who would guide my children the right way. If that guy is religious, I would not even check if he has all the qualities above. If he is religious, he'd be perfect for me. For if my husband is religious, I know what I will always have is happiness. I will always have blessing.
And always always have the best part of life. Always.
See, mum and dad, I know very well how to choose a husband for myself. If it's up to me, my husband would be perfect, because I would not settle for less than the best. And I know, if my parents actually know these criteria, they would be crazy proud of me.
So there is no need for arranged marriages please. Where husbands are concerned, I've got mine down pat.
Well, the important question then:
Any Applications?
Just kidding.
LoVe~
MzP<3
But we all know real life is far from the movies. And we all know in real life it's so much harder to know what's right and what's wrong. Because it is not black and white. There's no sweet animal loving princesses and evil queens.
But then again, the last time I checked, it's not the 19th century, is it? Arranged marriage is, surely, a thing of the past. Then how the hell did this happen? How the hell am I stuck with something that seems so much like arranged marriage that I can't even deny it anymore?
Thing is, I can find a good husband for myself, thank you very much. I mean my criteria for a husband is pretty impressively high standard, really. Seriously. Judge it for yourself.
Let me get one thing straight before I start on my list. Yes, I want a husband with a decent size penis (read: above average). I'm sorry, yea, I got it out. Yes it's superficial. I know you'd think, "A big penis isn't everything!" but it's really up to me, you know. If I'm going to spend my whole life with that thing, please let it be big. I also know guys out there who'll go, "I want a wife with big boobs." Sure, you know, guys. But I think a big penis makes more sense because it contributes more to the sex life than big boobs. And if guys could say that, I sure as hell could say it too.
Okay, so first on my list of a perfect husband is money. Yes. I'm sorry. For love or money? Money. Anytime. Love could come later. Being fed is more important to me. Even if love never come, I'd be comforted with the fact that at least my children are getting good education.
Second, smart. A smart husband would be nice. I would want someone I can have conversations with. Someone who knows more than I know so I can learn from him. Someone who can solve problems quick and painless.
Another criteria: Educated. Yes, it's different from above. I want my husband to get good education. Someone who can tell me the square root of pi. Someone who knows where a human spleen is. Someone who knows what E, M and C is in the formula E=MC². And someone who knows what shape the demand and supply curves are. Oh, and someone who actually knows what are The Illiad and The Odyssey are.
Fourth. Nice and kind. This goes without saying, really.
Fifth. Handy. Yes, I need him to change lightbulbs, change the car tyres, unclog sinks, repair leaks, and at least know more about cars than I do.
Funny. Quite important this one. If he isn't dull and can make me laugh it's a huge plus. I wouldn't want to marry the statue of liberty, if you know what I mean.
Seventh criteria: powerful. Someone with power just turns me on. Someone who can make things happen. A husband that is respected. That when you mention his name, people would know.
Eight. Good genes. I didn't say good-looking here because looking good is not a criteria. I mean, you don't have to look like Brad Pitt. But please carry good genes. I wouldn't want someone who carry genes for asthma, heart attack, diabetes, high blood pressure, hemophilia, sickle cell anemia, color blindness, and all those diseases out there. Oh, especially not thalassemia.
OK, I'll stop at 8. Those are my criterias.
But you know what? I have one more criteria that would cancel out all others: Religious. Seriously, no matter what, that is the most important. If a guy is religious, I don't care of all those other criteria (even the penis size). I so want, above all else, a religious husband. Someone who would guide me the right way. And someone who would guide my children the right way. If that guy is religious, I would not even check if he has all the qualities above. If he is religious, he'd be perfect for me. For if my husband is religious, I know what I will always have is happiness. I will always have blessing.
And always always have the best part of life. Always.
See, mum and dad, I know very well how to choose a husband for myself. If it's up to me, my husband would be perfect, because I would not settle for less than the best. And I know, if my parents actually know these criteria, they would be crazy proud of me.
So there is no need for arranged marriages please. Where husbands are concerned, I've got mine down pat.
Well, the important question then:
Any Applications?
Just kidding.
LoVe~
MzP<3
02 December 2008
Freaking Freak
This is a kind of pain I could not cope with.
I've always been good with pain. I've always been good with feelings.
But this time round, it's different. I guess I'm different. I can't cope. It hurts so bad that it's almost physical.
I need a release. I need to do get my mind off it, or I don't think I can survive another day.
I don't want this pain anymore. But I don't know what to do. Should I shut it off, along with all the other emotional things I'm feeling? Or should I just bear with it one more day?
I need you. I need you now. Please.
I can't freaking function. It's freaking hard. I'm freaking out. I'm a freak.
LoVe~
FreaK<3
I've always been good with pain. I've always been good with feelings.
But this time round, it's different. I guess I'm different. I can't cope. It hurts so bad that it's almost physical.
I need a release. I need to do get my mind off it, or I don't think I can survive another day.
I don't want this pain anymore. But I don't know what to do. Should I shut it off, along with all the other emotional things I'm feeling? Or should I just bear with it one more day?
I need you. I need you now. Please.
I can't freaking function. It's freaking hard. I'm freaking out. I'm a freak.
LoVe~
FreaK<3
30 November 2008
Trying to Digress
Another post which I have no idea what to say. No new developments. Wish I could wirte everything here, but you know how some things have to not be revealed to everyone. And that 'some thing' is my parents. I'll digress.
See, I'm still in bed. I wish I don't ever have to get out. The weather's more beautiful than I've seen it in months. And the scent of the air... Mmm... Delightful. I want to go out. I want to bask in the sunlight, feel the cool breeze. I really want to. But everytime, everytime, I can't think of a good enough reason to get out. There's nothing out there.
What is the purpose of holding on another day. Part of me longs for what I previously called home. Part of me knows this is my home now. So why go? Home is where I want to be. But which is it? I can't seem to know what is what anymore.
See? I got back to the topic. Hello?? I'm just so dark and twisted right now.
OK. Let's just get this over and done with.
If my parents don't call me today, I'm not going home. Not. Going. Home.
I don't care if my flight's confirmed. I don't care if they call me tomorrow.
I don't care if I never go home again.
So there.
For once in my life I don't want to do what they tell me to. For once.
And then they do this. They got me into depression. Clinical. And that's worth it? For once, I want them to grow up. Be happy for me. Because even when she did the worst thing, I kept it shut just to see her happy.
If they don't open their eyes and see. If they don't become the bigger person this time round. I would not do it for them one more day. Not for one more day.
LoVe~
MzP<3
See, I'm still in bed. I wish I don't ever have to get out. The weather's more beautiful than I've seen it in months. And the scent of the air... Mmm... Delightful. I want to go out. I want to bask in the sunlight, feel the cool breeze. I really want to. But everytime, everytime, I can't think of a good enough reason to get out. There's nothing out there.
What is the purpose of holding on another day. Part of me longs for what I previously called home. Part of me knows this is my home now. So why go? Home is where I want to be. But which is it? I can't seem to know what is what anymore.
See? I got back to the topic. Hello?? I'm just so dark and twisted right now.
OK. Let's just get this over and done with.
If my parents don't call me today, I'm not going home. Not. Going. Home.
I don't care if my flight's confirmed. I don't care if they call me tomorrow.
I don't care if I never go home again.
So there.
For once in my life I don't want to do what they tell me to. For once.
And then they do this. They got me into depression. Clinical. And that's worth it? For once, I want them to grow up. Be happy for me. Because even when she did the worst thing, I kept it shut just to see her happy.
If they don't open their eyes and see. If they don't become the bigger person this time round. I would not do it for them one more day. Not for one more day.
LoVe~
MzP<3
29 November 2008
The City of Angels
Trying hard not to hear
But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears
Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal
Is to keep me from falling
But nothing's greater than the risk that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I'm going crazy
Maybe, maybe
But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears
Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal
Is to keep me from falling
But nothing's greater than the risk that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I'm going crazy
Maybe, maybe
That's Leona Lewis' Bleeding Love.
The song just speaks volumes to me. Why is it that these things are so hard? What is this, Romeo and Juliet? Why is it when things seem so right, it can actually be really wrong?
Wait. What is wrong with me?
OK.
Oh, I'm going to LA. Yay!!! OK, yes I know I've been there, like 8 times, but I still get excited. It's LA. Disneyland. Shopping. Hollywood. It's the whole shit. And I'm going there one more time.
The City of Angels.
Where better to spend my holidays?
I'd better go pack now. LA, people. And I'm going to have the time of my life. I don't care.
So, yes. That's the only thing I'm actually looking forward to these holidays.
Other than that? Nothing else. Not even my birthday. Don't ask why.
Not even Valentine's Day.
So, yeah. LA! It's going to rock my socks. It'll be kick ass. Just you wait. And I'll make sure of it.
LoVe~
MzP<3>
The song just speaks volumes to me. Why is it that these things are so hard? What is this, Romeo and Juliet? Why is it when things seem so right, it can actually be really wrong?
Wait. What is wrong with me?
OK.
Oh, I'm going to LA. Yay!!! OK, yes I know I've been there, like 8 times, but I still get excited. It's LA. Disneyland. Shopping. Hollywood. It's the whole shit. And I'm going there one more time.
The City of Angels.
Where better to spend my holidays?
I'd better go pack now. LA, people. And I'm going to have the time of my life. I don't care.
So, yes. That's the only thing I'm actually looking forward to these holidays.
Other than that? Nothing else. Not even my birthday. Don't ask why.
Not even Valentine's Day.
So, yeah. LA! It's going to rock my socks. It'll be kick ass. Just you wait. And I'll make sure of it.
LoVe~
MzP<3>
28 November 2008
Writings in Bed
This is it. This is the thing.
Raining heavily outside, and all I wanna do is get soaked in the rain.
The rain is a lot of things to me. It's Malaysia: Where I'll be in 3 days.
It's KYS: Many a day, I lie in bed to the sound of the rain.
It's home: Staying on the balcony, looking out.
It's the memories: Some I'll never forget.
Me: Who I used to be. Who I am now. And what I'll be come tomorrow.
Today, I lay in bed the whole day. I can't bring myself to get out. I feel so... bad. I feel sad. Disappointed with myself. I feel loved, though. And I'm missing him like crazy.
It's one of those bad days. Where you just can't face the world. Where it all just seem pointless. It's one of those days where you just feel so alone. Like there's no one.
And then there's going home. I just don't know what to expect anymore. I don't know what to say. I don't know if I ever want to go home anymore. If it's even still home to me.
Will it ever be the same again? Should it be the same again?
But then again, maybe this is exactly what I need. This is me growing up. This is me not looking back. Finally.
I still wonder where I'll be tomorrow. Is it all worth it? Is it what it's supposed to be? Will he still love me? Will I?
Crap. Maybe it's time I got out of bed after all. Wish me luck.
LoVe~
MzP<3
Raining heavily outside, and all I wanna do is get soaked in the rain.
The rain is a lot of things to me. It's Malaysia: Where I'll be in 3 days.
It's KYS: Many a day, I lie in bed to the sound of the rain.
It's home: Staying on the balcony, looking out.
It's the memories: Some I'll never forget.
Me: Who I used to be. Who I am now. And what I'll be come tomorrow.
Today, I lay in bed the whole day. I can't bring myself to get out. I feel so... bad. I feel sad. Disappointed with myself. I feel loved, though. And I'm missing him like crazy.
It's one of those bad days. Where you just can't face the world. Where it all just seem pointless. It's one of those days where you just feel so alone. Like there's no one.
And then there's going home. I just don't know what to expect anymore. I don't know what to say. I don't know if I ever want to go home anymore. If it's even still home to me.
Will it ever be the same again? Should it be the same again?
But then again, maybe this is exactly what I need. This is me growing up. This is me not looking back. Finally.
I still wonder where I'll be tomorrow. Is it all worth it? Is it what it's supposed to be? Will he still love me? Will I?
Crap. Maybe it's time I got out of bed after all. Wish me luck.
LoVe~
MzP<3
23 November 2008
Ivy-ness
Reached home at 5am last night. Or rather, this morning.
Kinda just woke up.
Thank God I'm not the hungover type. Thank God I'm not the alcohol type. Haha.
Yea, Ivy was pretty good. Damn packed but good.
Too bad you missed out. :P
Yes, I haven't been updating my blog at all. See, there's a few reasons for that: First, exams. Shit, it has been so tough. Second, I wanted to get better ideas. Third: Boyfriend. Between trying to feed him and studying for my exams, I'm basically packed.
You know what? Let me tell you a theory of mine I figured out last night. In Ivy.
See, Ivy was jam packed. Basically, you can't walk without walking into someone's crotch. Or being squeezed between two very very grope-y guys. Or into someone's drink which would subsequently spill all over your shoes. (And damn, those were expensive shoes! And I think that girl was just jealous of my shoes.)
And the condition worsens on the dance floor. Now you don't just get people walking into you, you get people thrusting their butt and crotch into you, and grabbing your ass, and tangling themselves in your dress (Yea, I know that wasn't an accident, bastards) - in the name of dancing. And trust (thrust?) me, boy or girl, you're not safe.
And then, in my careful observations (OK, I wasn't drinking, what else can I do?), I realised something. Where everyone else are busy trying to get their body small enough to pass between the couples stuck together, there is a tiny group of people who didn't have any trouble walking through the crowd at all. It's like, the crowd parts for them. Reminiscent to the parting of the red sea. It's like magic. I was like, wow, how did they do it? And they're not just hot chicks with big boobs either (well, I think it gets worse in that case); the group are made of guys. Not even hot guys. Certainly not famous. Didn't even look interesting to me. So I wondered long and hard how they did it.
Until one of them tried to pass by me and my group of friends, where I just squirmed out of the way. Oookayyy. This is his magic: Pervertion (wait, is there such a word???). Basically, he just perverts his way through the crowd. A little touch here, a little bump there. And people would just jump out of their way. And they look perverted enough to pull that stunt. Seriously, feeling his hand on my waist - moving down; and if you were me, you'd jump away too. And then Mr. Sneaky Sneaky would transfer his hands to some other guy's or girl's waist, moving them up or down fitting the situation.
At first, I was angry. And then, I thought, OMG, that guy is just smart. Using your perverted looks for him instead of against him, is just so... ingenious. I mean, not only do you get people to part ways for you, you actually get to touch as many of them as you can in one night. Now how many hot guys out there could claim that??
It's so cool. Now I wish, I have the physical looks necessary to pull that off.
Later then. Oh, and if you decide to use this tactic in a super packed club, tell me how it goes. You might just be the next crowd parting expert.
Later guys.
LoVe~
MzP<3
P.S. This will be a loooong P.S.
Today is the 3 months of me and my baby. 3 months! It's so nice.
So to celebrate, we went to the Sydney opera house, and basically just hang around there. You know, it's deserted at night. Hehe.
But I guess that'll be another post. I love Thaqeef. And today, I'm telling it to the entire world. So sue me.
Kinda just woke up.
Thank God I'm not the hungover type. Thank God I'm not the alcohol type. Haha.
Yea, Ivy was pretty good. Damn packed but good.
Too bad you missed out. :P
Yes, I haven't been updating my blog at all. See, there's a few reasons for that: First, exams. Shit, it has been so tough. Second, I wanted to get better ideas. Third: Boyfriend. Between trying to feed him and studying for my exams, I'm basically packed.
You know what? Let me tell you a theory of mine I figured out last night. In Ivy.
See, Ivy was jam packed. Basically, you can't walk without walking into someone's crotch. Or being squeezed between two very very grope-y guys. Or into someone's drink which would subsequently spill all over your shoes. (And damn, those were expensive shoes! And I think that girl was just jealous of my shoes.)
And the condition worsens on the dance floor. Now you don't just get people walking into you, you get people thrusting their butt and crotch into you, and grabbing your ass, and tangling themselves in your dress (Yea, I know that wasn't an accident, bastards) - in the name of dancing. And trust (thrust?) me, boy or girl, you're not safe.
And then, in my careful observations (OK, I wasn't drinking, what else can I do?), I realised something. Where everyone else are busy trying to get their body small enough to pass between the couples stuck together, there is a tiny group of people who didn't have any trouble walking through the crowd at all. It's like, the crowd parts for them. Reminiscent to the parting of the red sea. It's like magic. I was like, wow, how did they do it? And they're not just hot chicks with big boobs either (well, I think it gets worse in that case); the group are made of guys. Not even hot guys. Certainly not famous. Didn't even look interesting to me. So I wondered long and hard how they did it.
Until one of them tried to pass by me and my group of friends, where I just squirmed out of the way. Oookayyy. This is his magic: Pervertion (wait, is there such a word???). Basically, he just perverts his way through the crowd. A little touch here, a little bump there. And people would just jump out of their way. And they look perverted enough to pull that stunt. Seriously, feeling his hand on my waist - moving down; and if you were me, you'd jump away too. And then Mr. Sneaky Sneaky would transfer his hands to some other guy's or girl's waist, moving them up or down fitting the situation.
At first, I was angry. And then, I thought, OMG, that guy is just smart. Using your perverted looks for him instead of against him, is just so... ingenious. I mean, not only do you get people to part ways for you, you actually get to touch as many of them as you can in one night. Now how many hot guys out there could claim that??
It's so cool. Now I wish, I have the physical looks necessary to pull that off.
Later then. Oh, and if you decide to use this tactic in a super packed club, tell me how it goes. You might just be the next crowd parting expert.
Later guys.
LoVe~
MzP<3
P.S. This will be a loooong P.S.
Today is the 3 months of me and my baby. 3 months! It's so nice.
So to celebrate, we went to the Sydney opera house, and basically just hang around there. You know, it's deserted at night. Hehe.
But I guess that'll be another post. I love Thaqeef. And today, I'm telling it to the entire world. So sue me.
28 October 2008
Facial Frustration
I woke up from my nap, looked in the mirror, and see the word 'frustration' imprinted perfectly on my chin. Literally. That is so cool. Of all the words to appear on my chin.
Well, naturally, if I see 'frustration' in the mirror, it'd be upside down when you look at it directly.
It was me. But not really.
It was business law class today. Where we learned about business contracts law. And guess what's the term for the contract ending when no one's at fault?
That's right: Frustration.
So me being me, got bored, and wrote 'frustration' artistically at the back of my hand. I mean, it's such a cool word. Seems like I have a problem or something. (Which I assure you, I don't. At least not the kind where I'd feel 'frustrated').
And then, voila! Woke up with it on my chin. Coolness.
You know what? I'm pretty surprised that most visitors to my blog are from Australia. Like, wow. At first I thought it was pretty much the same person, I'm actually right, but, not really. Some of them are new. But I realise I do have someone following me from Melbourne. And one in Adelaide? I wonder who.
Don't worry, I've got people from Malaysia as well. All from the KL area.
Then there's the US. Someone from California...
Hey, come again!
Hungry. Food.
Gosh, my blog has been so boring lately. Even I realised that.
You know what? I'll just take a short hiatus from this. Maybe when I'm itching to write, will be when the ideas come again.
And then you'd enjoy it all over again.
So, a temporary goodbye... for now.
Muah. Mwah. Muax.
Love you guys.
LoVe~
MzP<3
Well, naturally, if I see 'frustration' in the mirror, it'd be upside down when you look at it directly.
It was me. But not really.
It was business law class today. Where we learned about business contracts law. And guess what's the term for the contract ending when no one's at fault?
That's right: Frustration.
So me being me, got bored, and wrote 'frustration' artistically at the back of my hand. I mean, it's such a cool word. Seems like I have a problem or something. (Which I assure you, I don't. At least not the kind where I'd feel 'frustrated').
And then, voila! Woke up with it on my chin. Coolness.
You know what? I'm pretty surprised that most visitors to my blog are from Australia. Like, wow. At first I thought it was pretty much the same person, I'm actually right, but, not really. Some of them are new. But I realise I do have someone following me from Melbourne. And one in Adelaide? I wonder who.
Don't worry, I've got people from Malaysia as well. All from the KL area.
Then there's the US. Someone from California...
Hey, come again!
Hungry. Food.
Gosh, my blog has been so boring lately. Even I realised that.
You know what? I'll just take a short hiatus from this. Maybe when I'm itching to write, will be when the ideas come again.
And then you'd enjoy it all over again.
So, a temporary goodbye... for now.
Muah. Mwah. Muax.
Love you guys.
LoVe~
MzP<3
27 October 2008
Xuxa
I'm not all peaches and cream you know.
I do have a darker side.
And believe me, you don't wanna know about it.
I do have a darker side.
And believe me, you don't wanna know about it.
That was what the devil said in Bedazzled. And somehow, that is true for me too. I've been writing in this blog for 2 years now. And I think it's time.
Yes, me, the girl in pink, the little one, have a darker side. And trust me, it's real dark.
It's time to introduce you to her. My darker side. My alter ego.
Yes, me, the girl in pink, the little one, have a darker side. And trust me, it's real dark.
It's time to introduce you to her. My darker side. My alter ego.
Her name is Xuxa.
The name itself is all that.
The female version of Xerxes.
Xuxa is the evil part of me.
The part that loves black.
And gray.
And blood red.
Xuxa rarely speaks.
She's the part of me that loves vampires.
That loves to witness things gory.
That not only stands the sight of blood.
But also loves it.
Craves for it.
Xuxa would be the one betraying you.
She would do things bad.
And she'll glory in it.
Leaving me to pick up some pieces.
But she delights in it.
And loves it.
And won't stop if I let her.
Xuxa wants to take over the world.
In that way.
She's a damn good liar.
And she cheats.
And she'll make you bow down low.
Xuxa doesn't love, she lusts.
In fact, she doesn't believe in love.
Xuxa is smart.
Loves revenge.
And would screw you over if she wants to.
Xuxa's favourite songs are the screaming ones.
Xuxa loves disturbing images.
Xuxa would decorate the room black if I let her.
Xuxa doesn't know regret.
She's alone.
Her 'friends' are just followers.
And she likes it that way.
Xuxa is the reason for my bad boys.
She can't stand good boys.
She hates commitment.
And she doesn't believe in fidelity.
Xuxa doesn't think much of men.
She can live without them.
They're just her toys.
Xuxa hates people.
Can't stand them.
Xuxa's stares could kill.
She knows people who could do damage to you.
And she's not afraid to use it.
And she'll be smart enough to hide it.
Xuxa rebels.
And she breaks the rules.
But she studies them before she does.
Xuxa scares me sometimes.
But she lays dormant.
Waiting for times to be released.
And reasons.
Then there are times she comes out.
Without warning.
Intertwining with me.
But never fully out.
Xuxa knows things.
Her intuition is great.
But she still listens to me.
And she stays in me.
She'll never go away.
Because Xuxa is me in a way.
And that'll never change.
The name itself is all that.
The female version of Xerxes.
Xuxa is the evil part of me.
The part that loves black.
And gray.
And blood red.
Xuxa rarely speaks.
She's the part of me that loves vampires.
That loves to witness things gory.
That not only stands the sight of blood.
But also loves it.
Craves for it.
Xuxa would be the one betraying you.
She would do things bad.
And she'll glory in it.
Leaving me to pick up some pieces.
But she delights in it.
And loves it.
And won't stop if I let her.
Xuxa wants to take over the world.
In that way.
She's a damn good liar.
And she cheats.
And she'll make you bow down low.
Xuxa doesn't love, she lusts.
In fact, she doesn't believe in love.
Xuxa is smart.
Loves revenge.
And would screw you over if she wants to.
Xuxa's favourite songs are the screaming ones.
Xuxa loves disturbing images.
Xuxa would decorate the room black if I let her.
Xuxa doesn't know regret.
She's alone.
Her 'friends' are just followers.
And she likes it that way.
Xuxa is the reason for my bad boys.
She can't stand good boys.
She hates commitment.
And she doesn't believe in fidelity.
Xuxa doesn't think much of men.
She can live without them.
They're just her toys.
Xuxa hates people.
Can't stand them.
Xuxa's stares could kill.
She knows people who could do damage to you.
And she's not afraid to use it.
And she'll be smart enough to hide it.
Xuxa rebels.
And she breaks the rules.
But she studies them before she does.
Xuxa scares me sometimes.
But she lays dormant.
Waiting for times to be released.
And reasons.
Then there are times she comes out.
Without warning.
Intertwining with me.
But never fully out.
Xuxa knows things.
Her intuition is great.
But she still listens to me.
And she stays in me.
She'll never go away.
Because Xuxa is me in a way.
And that'll never change.
Yes, she sounds bad, but that's just the way she is. Xuxa is also the strength in me in situations I can't handle otherwise. She comes out when my mind is blank with rage. She comes out when one person hurts me. She comes out when I can't deal with it anymore. And she will.
You see, I can't and won't get rid of her. I admire her, in a way. But she's always under control. I've never let her fully out. Because although it's exhilirating to be her for one day, it'll do damage beyond my wildest imaginations.
We all know the magnitude of damage she is capable of. So yes, know her. Be aware of her. Because she is there. And she exists.
Warn me if I let her out too much. Her power could be addictive.
So now you know Xuxa. Pleasure knowing her huh? At least you know now that I do have a darker side. And that with Xuxa, what I am capable of.
LoVe~
MzP<3
You see, I can't and won't get rid of her. I admire her, in a way. But she's always under control. I've never let her fully out. Because although it's exhilirating to be her for one day, it'll do damage beyond my wildest imaginations.
We all know the magnitude of damage she is capable of. So yes, know her. Be aware of her. Because she is there. And she exists.
Warn me if I let her out too much. Her power could be addictive.
So now you know Xuxa. Pleasure knowing her huh? At least you know now that I do have a darker side. And that with Xuxa, what I am capable of.
LoVe~
MzP<3
-XuXa-
Enforcing the Enforcer
You know what? A lot has happened since the last post.
I have been alright again. I just hope the problem won't resurface because I can't deal with it anymore. But like any other day, new problems come. One in particular, is particularly hurtful. I'll talk about it later.
Right now, I'm celebrating. Celebrating not being depressed anymore. Celebrating real responsibilities. Celebrating life. Celebrating myself. And although I'm still in that draught, I've figured out how to survive in here. Slowly.
There are times in life where things happen gradually. Like growing up, or making friends, or getting better job positions. These are the times in life where you can't exactly pinpoint to an exact time or place and say, "This is the point I grew up." No, it doesn't work that way. That's why life's so damn long yet so damn short.
But there are times you can pinpoint exactly where things changed. And for me one of the most hurtful thing is the time I can pinpoint exactly the time and place I lost a friend. The point where I know whether that friend is a friend or is simply another acquaintance. The point past forgive and forget. So it happened. That was when I realised.
But then, for me, when friendship has past, when someone is not a friend anymore, the only thing justifying you and them is whether we are human. What type of person we are. Why? Because if we used to trust because we're friends, now we have to trust because they are persons. Because you know, only real persons, when you are not friends anymore, would still keep your secrets. We're not talking small secrets and white lies. We're talking secrets that might ruin you. The dirtiest ones. And since secrets are shared, it should only be sensible that we keep theirs in exchange for ours. Right? Or maybe this is the case of prisoners' dilemma? Should it be in both our interests to spill these secrets? I sure hope not.
So here's to me trusting the world is a better place than I think it is. Because for me, the prisoners' dilemma makes so much sense, I wonder why everyone is not doing it. They don't do it because there's an enforcer. That is the only thing to keep it from happening. And if that enforcer is not in the form of another person, or thing, I know deep inside us there is always an enforcer, weak or strong. At a certain point, even wrongdoers would know what is too wrong to be done. So the enforcer works. And I hope, for all our sakes, and the world's sake, that the enforcer will always remain there, in our hearts, in our heads. For the day it's not there anymore, is the day we'll watch the world burn to the ground.
I also pray and hope that for always, there would be an enforcer inside me. Something that would save me from burning the world down. Something that would take pity even in my enemies, to a certain degree. Glad to say it's still there, not strong, but still there. Let prisoners' dilemma belong to prisoner only. No matter what my lecturer say.
Here's wishing we'll all keep on laughing.
LoVe~
MzP<3>
I have been alright again. I just hope the problem won't resurface because I can't deal with it anymore. But like any other day, new problems come. One in particular, is particularly hurtful. I'll talk about it later.
Right now, I'm celebrating. Celebrating not being depressed anymore. Celebrating real responsibilities. Celebrating life. Celebrating myself. And although I'm still in that draught, I've figured out how to survive in here. Slowly.
There are times in life where things happen gradually. Like growing up, or making friends, or getting better job positions. These are the times in life where you can't exactly pinpoint to an exact time or place and say, "This is the point I grew up." No, it doesn't work that way. That's why life's so damn long yet so damn short.
But there are times you can pinpoint exactly where things changed. And for me one of the most hurtful thing is the time I can pinpoint exactly the time and place I lost a friend. The point where I know whether that friend is a friend or is simply another acquaintance. The point past forgive and forget. So it happened. That was when I realised.
But then, for me, when friendship has past, when someone is not a friend anymore, the only thing justifying you and them is whether we are human. What type of person we are. Why? Because if we used to trust because we're friends, now we have to trust because they are persons. Because you know, only real persons, when you are not friends anymore, would still keep your secrets. We're not talking small secrets and white lies. We're talking secrets that might ruin you. The dirtiest ones. And since secrets are shared, it should only be sensible that we keep theirs in exchange for ours. Right? Or maybe this is the case of prisoners' dilemma? Should it be in both our interests to spill these secrets? I sure hope not.
So here's to me trusting the world is a better place than I think it is. Because for me, the prisoners' dilemma makes so much sense, I wonder why everyone is not doing it. They don't do it because there's an enforcer. That is the only thing to keep it from happening. And if that enforcer is not in the form of another person, or thing, I know deep inside us there is always an enforcer, weak or strong. At a certain point, even wrongdoers would know what is too wrong to be done. So the enforcer works. And I hope, for all our sakes, and the world's sake, that the enforcer will always remain there, in our hearts, in our heads. For the day it's not there anymore, is the day we'll watch the world burn to the ground.
I also pray and hope that for always, there would be an enforcer inside me. Something that would save me from burning the world down. Something that would take pity even in my enemies, to a certain degree. Glad to say it's still there, not strong, but still there. Let prisoners' dilemma belong to prisoner only. No matter what my lecturer say.
Here's wishing we'll all keep on laughing.
LoVe~
MzP<3>
24 October 2008
Another One
I've been speed limited. Again! It's all those series downloads. Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill, Weeds... Well, you name it.
Right now, the latest news is: I'm hungry! I want food. Good food.
And guess what? I have been a little bit disappointed with my cooking. It's so limited! And I keep on misspelling disappointed. Out of habit. Luckily for spell check.
I've actually been enjoying reading this particular blog: lifewithoutspaces.blogspot.com. The owner of the blog never really updated it so much, untill lately, where every time I open the blog. there' be 2 or 3 posts. It's his writing style, it's just so damn good (you know you made if you're mentioned in someone else's blog, huh?). OK, I know him, briefly. Read the blog, if you're looking for a good one, or just has nothing better to do. I'll just know you'd love it.
Oh, I'm broke, by the way. Yea, I know. It's the open house, actually. Otherwise, I have been not spending. So yea, surviving with 95 cents just seem so... I dunno... inconceivable. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm glad I did the open house. Just look at how many turned up! It was great.
Alright, right now, I'm just too hungry to even type anymore.
Getting food...
LoVe~
MzP<3
Right now, the latest news is: I'm hungry! I want food. Good food.
And guess what? I have been a little bit disappointed with my cooking. It's so limited! And I keep on misspelling disappointed. Out of habit. Luckily for spell check.
I've actually been enjoying reading this particular blog: lifewithoutspaces.blogspot.com. The owner of the blog never really updated it so much, untill lately, where every time I open the blog. there' be 2 or 3 posts. It's his writing style, it's just so damn good (you know you made if you're mentioned in someone else's blog, huh?). OK, I know him, briefly. Read the blog, if you're looking for a good one, or just has nothing better to do. I'll just know you'd love it.
Oh, I'm broke, by the way. Yea, I know. It's the open house, actually. Otherwise, I have been not spending. So yea, surviving with 95 cents just seem so... I dunno... inconceivable. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm glad I did the open house. Just look at how many turned up! It was great.
Alright, right now, I'm just too hungry to even type anymore.
Getting food...
LoVe~
MzP<3
22 October 2008
To Be Grateful For
I've been in such negative energy and mood lately. My past few posts has been a little bit on the negative side.
OK, I promise myself for this post, I'll try to be positive.
Lets see.
First of all, no matter how much things seem to suck right now. And how very useless I feel. And how pointless life seem to be, I have to focus on the good things. The things I should be grateful for, everyday of my life. And maybe by focusing on these things, I'd feel the world better.
I should be grateful for... my brain. It seems to function well. It seems good. I have an IQ of above average... plenty grateful for that. My physical - I still have both arms and both legs, and I'm able to walk and jump and dance. Lets see... Education. I'm very lucky to be able to get a high level of education, in a good university and even in a different country. I have parents who might not have given up on me yet. What else? I have friends. And they're there, I know, although they don't seem to be sometimes. And they care. I've got a boyfriend who loves me very much. And treats me right. I've got good sight. Maybe a little short sighted, but at least I'm not blind. Or colour blind for that matter (Imagine living life without colour.. now that sucks). I have music. I can listen to it. And I can play it. And that's always great.
I have time. I'm still young. It's still not to late to get what I want, how I want it. I've got faith. And I believe in my faith. I can write. Not many people have writing as an outlet. I thank God everyday that I have it when days seem especially hard. I have a past... and a future. I have memories. Some of the most beautiful things ever.
And I have LIFE itself. I'm still alive. And it's the best I've got. So why the hell am I complaining?
OK. Now. Whenever I forget about all the things I have, I'll refer back to this post. I'll remember.
Problems are temporary anyway. They come and they go. They might always be there. But they'll never control me.
LoVe~
MzP<3
OK, I promise myself for this post, I'll try to be positive.
Lets see.
First of all, no matter how much things seem to suck right now. And how very useless I feel. And how pointless life seem to be, I have to focus on the good things. The things I should be grateful for, everyday of my life. And maybe by focusing on these things, I'd feel the world better.
I should be grateful for... my brain. It seems to function well. It seems good. I have an IQ of above average... plenty grateful for that. My physical - I still have both arms and both legs, and I'm able to walk and jump and dance. Lets see... Education. I'm very lucky to be able to get a high level of education, in a good university and even in a different country. I have parents who might not have given up on me yet. What else? I have friends. And they're there, I know, although they don't seem to be sometimes. And they care. I've got a boyfriend who loves me very much. And treats me right. I've got good sight. Maybe a little short sighted, but at least I'm not blind. Or colour blind for that matter (Imagine living life without colour.. now that sucks). I have music. I can listen to it. And I can play it. And that's always great.
I have time. I'm still young. It's still not to late to get what I want, how I want it. I've got faith. And I believe in my faith. I can write. Not many people have writing as an outlet. I thank God everyday that I have it when days seem especially hard. I have a past... and a future. I have memories. Some of the most beautiful things ever.
And I have LIFE itself. I'm still alive. And it's the best I've got. So why the hell am I complaining?
OK. Now. Whenever I forget about all the things I have, I'll refer back to this post. I'll remember.
Problems are temporary anyway. They come and they go. They might always be there. But they'll never control me.
LoVe~
MzP<3
20 October 2008
Stupid Songs
I honestly don't feel too good right now.
The weekend was OK, despite certain events. The open house was good, not exactly great, but still good. Lots of things happened but it's not the right time or place to talk about it. Overall, it was fun. I'm glad we did it.
Had a few revelations during the weekend. Found out a few things. And it's not exactly a list I'm proud of. Not least: I need help. Yes, the stress is finally getting to me. It's taking its toll. I realised that I've hit an all time low. I tried to stay positive. I tried to be the best I could be. But I guess I'm still only human. You know?
Lets just forget about that for a moment. Lets do something fun. I'm going to write song lyrics, ones that mean something, or describe my situations or feelings right now. OK? Yay.
You were always the cold one, but I was never that sure.
I won't give up, and I won't break down. Sooner than it seems life turns around.
I'm just beginning, the pen in my hand. Ending unplanned.
I wanted to hold you, I wanted to make it go away. I wanted to know you, I wanted to be your everything.
Live your life with arms wide open.
My heart can't possibly break if it wasn't even whole to start with.
It's time to be brave. See I'm not afraid. Not anymore. I used to be cold, now the temperature's changed. It just ain't the same.
Because of you, I find it hard to trust, not only me but everyone around me.
No puedo dejame.
Because of you I'm ashamed of my life, because it's empty.
Me duele tanto.
Spread your wings and fly, butterfly.
You know what? This is stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Ignore.
LoVe~
MzP<3
The weekend was OK, despite certain events. The open house was good, not exactly great, but still good. Lots of things happened but it's not the right time or place to talk about it. Overall, it was fun. I'm glad we did it.
Had a few revelations during the weekend. Found out a few things. And it's not exactly a list I'm proud of. Not least: I need help. Yes, the stress is finally getting to me. It's taking its toll. I realised that I've hit an all time low. I tried to stay positive. I tried to be the best I could be. But I guess I'm still only human. You know?
Lets just forget about that for a moment. Lets do something fun. I'm going to write song lyrics, ones that mean something, or describe my situations or feelings right now. OK? Yay.
You were always the cold one, but I was never that sure.
I won't give up, and I won't break down. Sooner than it seems life turns around.
I'm just beginning, the pen in my hand. Ending unplanned.
I wanted to hold you, I wanted to make it go away. I wanted to know you, I wanted to be your everything.
Live your life with arms wide open.
My heart can't possibly break if it wasn't even whole to start with.
It's time to be brave. See I'm not afraid. Not anymore. I used to be cold, now the temperature's changed. It just ain't the same.
Because of you, I find it hard to trust, not only me but everyone around me.
No puedo dejame.
Because of you I'm ashamed of my life, because it's empty.
Me duele tanto.
Spread your wings and fly, butterfly.
You know what? This is stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Ignore.
LoVe~
MzP<3
16 October 2008
Draught of One World
Today, I felt so angry that my mind went blank.
Have you ever felt that kind of anger before? The kind where you just can't think anymore. The kind where all you want to do is scream bloody murder.
Thing is, I don't know really, who to direct the anger at. But I chose one person. Because the situation was actually under control until said person went and dug up the grave again.
First things first. YES, I have a new boyfriend. Get over it already. No, I'm not with 'that guy' anymore. And no, you don't need to know what happened. Seriously. What's the big deal?
STOP asking what happened to BF/exBF. Stop it. It's annoying. I mean, would've you have liked it if I asked you about your ex? And what happened beteween you guys?
And the thing that bothers me the most. STOP GOING TO MY MOM ABOUT IT!!! God, is it so hard for you to get a life and mind your own business? I mean, if you have a new BF or GF, do I actually ask your mom about it? Or talk to her about what you guys have been doing? No! Unless I purposely want to get you killed.
Which I now come to a conclusion. This person only did that to get me killed. She did it because she knows my mom doesn't like it. She knows it would trigger anger. God, what is this, jealousy? Or just one of those people who wants to watch the world burn?
Now, I am actually considering deleting my Facebook. It's not worth it anymore. They're abusing it. It's seriously not worth it. Seriously.
But. Deleting Facebook is not that simple. I mean, I just wrote my decision on FB, and guess what? President of MSA commented on how I'm the only social director. Oh no. I guess the decision is bigger than me now. What's the world coming to when you can't even delete your own social network page???
And then, I also thought of how if I want to delete my Facebook, I'd probably delete my blog as well, to get maximum effectiveness.
And then I think. OMG, I won't even exist in the cyber world anymore. Damn.
But then if existing in the cyber world could cause this much strife on my real world, then maybe I should. I mean, obviously, I would protect my real world more. Duh...
But then again, if my decisions on cyber world is going to affect me a lot in the real world, maybe I shouldn't. Like, if deleting FB is going to affect my job as a social director of MSA, maybe I shouldn't do it.
So tell me, guys.
You know what? I always wish I could trust more people. But I also have always understood people's actions the way they are. I always understand why some people betray me. I don't question if I get backstabbed. I usually just feel hurt, accept it an dmove on. No need contemplating it because if we cut off ties with everyone who hurt us, we would be very alone in this world indeed. And I also know that there are times that I hurt people too. It's just part and parcel of life. That we hurt each other. But we try our best, don't we? We do things we believe to be right. We have faith. We believe. We still trust. I do know most of us has the best intentions at heart. That most of us didn't mean to hurt anyone. That we wouldn't want to if given a choice. (OK, I might seem a little optimistic and naive, but bear with me). And then there are those other people. The other people who knows what they're doing hurts someone else and yet they do it. Time and time and time again. The people who are actually vicious enough to want to hurt other people. Who mean it. Those are the people I can't comprehend. In hurting and destroying other people, it doesn't give you anything. You don't gain. The temporary satisfaction is just that: temporary. Believe me, if you constantly do this, you need help. Mentally and emotionally. Like, right away.
Yes, I do know, though, that the existence of these people make up the colourful world we live in. I do know not to question things too much. But I still feel hurt. I know I should just endure it, though. It won't stop. It is, after all, a part of life.
But sometimes, just once or twice, I'd like to say something about it. And even if that could make even one person realise their mistake, I guess I made a difference in the world. If it could prevent another person from being hurt, that's good enough.
In the meantime, please say a little prayer for me. For I've just entered a draught. And it's going to last for a long, long time. And I'll be waiting for my small sip of water. It'll come, I know. Sooner or later.
LoVe~
MzP<3
Have you ever felt that kind of anger before? The kind where you just can't think anymore. The kind where all you want to do is scream bloody murder.
Thing is, I don't know really, who to direct the anger at. But I chose one person. Because the situation was actually under control until said person went and dug up the grave again.
First things first. YES, I have a new boyfriend. Get over it already. No, I'm not with 'that guy' anymore. And no, you don't need to know what happened. Seriously. What's the big deal?
STOP asking what happened to BF/exBF. Stop it. It's annoying. I mean, would've you have liked it if I asked you about your ex? And what happened beteween you guys?
And the thing that bothers me the most. STOP GOING TO MY MOM ABOUT IT!!! God, is it so hard for you to get a life and mind your own business? I mean, if you have a new BF or GF, do I actually ask your mom about it? Or talk to her about what you guys have been doing? No! Unless I purposely want to get you killed.
Which I now come to a conclusion. This person only did that to get me killed. She did it because she knows my mom doesn't like it. She knows it would trigger anger. God, what is this, jealousy? Or just one of those people who wants to watch the world burn?
Now, I am actually considering deleting my Facebook. It's not worth it anymore. They're abusing it. It's seriously not worth it. Seriously.
But. Deleting Facebook is not that simple. I mean, I just wrote my decision on FB, and guess what? President of MSA commented on how I'm the only social director. Oh no. I guess the decision is bigger than me now. What's the world coming to when you can't even delete your own social network page???
And then, I also thought of how if I want to delete my Facebook, I'd probably delete my blog as well, to get maximum effectiveness.
And then I think. OMG, I won't even exist in the cyber world anymore. Damn.
But then if existing in the cyber world could cause this much strife on my real world, then maybe I should. I mean, obviously, I would protect my real world more. Duh...
But then again, if my decisions on cyber world is going to affect me a lot in the real world, maybe I shouldn't. Like, if deleting FB is going to affect my job as a social director of MSA, maybe I shouldn't do it.
So tell me, guys.
You know what? I always wish I could trust more people. But I also have always understood people's actions the way they are. I always understand why some people betray me. I don't question if I get backstabbed. I usually just feel hurt, accept it an dmove on. No need contemplating it because if we cut off ties with everyone who hurt us, we would be very alone in this world indeed. And I also know that there are times that I hurt people too. It's just part and parcel of life. That we hurt each other. But we try our best, don't we? We do things we believe to be right. We have faith. We believe. We still trust. I do know most of us has the best intentions at heart. That most of us didn't mean to hurt anyone. That we wouldn't want to if given a choice. (OK, I might seem a little optimistic and naive, but bear with me). And then there are those other people. The other people who knows what they're doing hurts someone else and yet they do it. Time and time and time again. The people who are actually vicious enough to want to hurt other people. Who mean it. Those are the people I can't comprehend. In hurting and destroying other people, it doesn't give you anything. You don't gain. The temporary satisfaction is just that: temporary. Believe me, if you constantly do this, you need help. Mentally and emotionally. Like, right away.
Yes, I do know, though, that the existence of these people make up the colourful world we live in. I do know not to question things too much. But I still feel hurt. I know I should just endure it, though. It won't stop. It is, after all, a part of life.
But sometimes, just once or twice, I'd like to say something about it. And even if that could make even one person realise their mistake, I guess I made a difference in the world. If it could prevent another person from being hurt, that's good enough.
In the meantime, please say a little prayer for me. For I've just entered a draught. And it's going to last for a long, long time. And I'll be waiting for my small sip of water. It'll come, I know. Sooner or later.
LoVe~
MzP<3
15 October 2008
Raya Open House
I think we are freaking wayyy over our heads for this open house thing. I'm actually very excited about it. Looking forward to it.
But. When I wanted to make it big, I didn't actually mean this big. We're doing all the inviting on Facebook, and guess what? The invitation list is around 140 people. One hundred and freaking forty! Fine, I know very very well not all of them can make it. But even if a quarter of the list shows up, we'd have a full house.
And right now, there are 22 confirmed guests and 32 maybes. Maybe only half of the maybes will show up. So I'm guessing 30 guests. And it's just Tuesday. I mean, the event had only been up for 2 days. This is kind of scary. Because I don't know how to cook for 30. And then, I seriously don't think my cooking is all that good. I mean, nothing to shout about. There might just be 30 disappointed guests. Shoot.
But you know what is even more scarier about 50 people showing up? That will be if only 10 shows up. If we cook for 30. See the problem? I can't imagine if that happens. Loads of leftovers. The effort put in. OMG. That is so much worse.
I'm putting my hopes up that that won't happen.
So. YOU. If you say you're going to be there, you better be! Seriously. I won't friend you anymore if you do something like that.
Well. Wish me luck! This would be a really big thing. And I hope it works out well. Fatin said she has a good feeling about it. I hope so. All I want to do is feed these people.
OMG, I just remembered. The thing is going on the whole day, from 10am to 9pm. Oh my God. OK. That means, some people would actually stay for all 3 meals of the day! OK. That means I have to cook for more. It'll be OK I guess. I mean, it's OK if you want to do so. I'd actually take it more as a compliment. You know, the food must be good, and you must love our company so much to not leave. Hehe. Wish me luck!!!
I need lots of luck. Saying that, I can't wait! Yum! It's just so freaking exciting!
LoVe~
MzP<3
p.s. Mr. Ramli Maidin passed away today. He was a great principal. One of the best. And always, when I think of KYS, I'll think of him. Lets all say a prayer for him and keep him in our hearts. I know I say this for all Kysers when I say we love him.
But. When I wanted to make it big, I didn't actually mean this big. We're doing all the inviting on Facebook, and guess what? The invitation list is around 140 people. One hundred and freaking forty! Fine, I know very very well not all of them can make it. But even if a quarter of the list shows up, we'd have a full house.
And right now, there are 22 confirmed guests and 32 maybes. Maybe only half of the maybes will show up. So I'm guessing 30 guests. And it's just Tuesday. I mean, the event had only been up for 2 days. This is kind of scary. Because I don't know how to cook for 30. And then, I seriously don't think my cooking is all that good. I mean, nothing to shout about. There might just be 30 disappointed guests. Shoot.
But you know what is even more scarier about 50 people showing up? That will be if only 10 shows up. If we cook for 30. See the problem? I can't imagine if that happens. Loads of leftovers. The effort put in. OMG. That is so much worse.
I'm putting my hopes up that that won't happen.
So. YOU. If you say you're going to be there, you better be! Seriously. I won't friend you anymore if you do something like that.
Well. Wish me luck! This would be a really big thing. And I hope it works out well. Fatin said she has a good feeling about it. I hope so. All I want to do is feed these people.
OMG, I just remembered. The thing is going on the whole day, from 10am to 9pm. Oh my God. OK. That means, some people would actually stay for all 3 meals of the day! OK. That means I have to cook for more. It'll be OK I guess. I mean, it's OK if you want to do so. I'd actually take it more as a compliment. You know, the food must be good, and you must love our company so much to not leave. Hehe. Wish me luck!!!
I need lots of luck. Saying that, I can't wait! Yum! It's just so freaking exciting!
LoVe~
MzP<3
p.s. Mr. Ramli Maidin passed away today. He was a great principal. One of the best. And always, when I think of KYS, I'll think of him. Lets all say a prayer for him and keep him in our hearts. I know I say this for all Kysers when I say we love him.
10 October 2008
Do You Know?
2.55am.
Bored. Can't sleep.
Let's entertain you with some 'do you know?' facts.
Do you know that married men get 300% more sex than single men?
Do you know that the giraffe has the same number of neck bones as a human?
Do you know that a tiger has striped skin but a zebra does not?
Do you know that a woman has the most wet dreams in her life at the age of 40-something, and men at 20-something?
Do you know that a Malaysian 1 sen actually takes 2 sens to be made?
Do you know that Marilyn Monroe's real name is Norma Jeane Mortensen?
Do you know that of the Petronas Twin Towers, each tower was built by 2 different companies?
Ok, I'm out of 'do you know?'s for now. Will add some more later when I remember them.
Wanna sleep now. Good night!
LoVe~
MzP<3
Bored. Can't sleep.
Let's entertain you with some 'do you know?' facts.
Do you know that married men get 300% more sex than single men?
Do you know that the giraffe has the same number of neck bones as a human?
Do you know that a tiger has striped skin but a zebra does not?
Do you know that a woman has the most wet dreams in her life at the age of 40-something, and men at 20-something?
Do you know that a Malaysian 1 sen actually takes 2 sens to be made?
Do you know that Marilyn Monroe's real name is Norma Jeane Mortensen?
Do you know that of the Petronas Twin Towers, each tower was built by 2 different companies?
Ok, I'm out of 'do you know?'s for now. Will add some more later when I remember them.
Wanna sleep now. Good night!
LoVe~
MzP<3
09 October 2008
Out of Reach
Why oh why hadn't I done Biotechnology? Or Medicine? Or even Psychology? Or maybe even Physiotherapy?
Oh. Right. Chemistry. And Physics. How was I stupid enough to not do Physics in A-levels. And how was I stupid enough to just not get Chemistry. But I guess not taking Physics, and still wanting to do science, would leave me with... Nutritionist. And no offense to nutritionists out there, but I don't think I want to proceed with life having a career counting calories in food. Eew. Seriously. That would ruin all the fun of eating!
So here I am, doing Accounting. OK, there is nothing wrong with accounting. I might not be good in it, but I'm not bad in it either. And it is a pretty hard thing to do. People do look up to you if you tell them you're studying accounting (Like, whoa, isn't that hard? Can you cope?), but not in Malaysia though. People tend to think you're a loser, at the bottom end, if you do anything related to business. Because that's what we're told when we were doing SPM. Doing business? Stupid. the guys in business do less subjects. And they're easier. OK, I admit, if I were in the business stream during SPM, I would probably get straight A's. But that was then. Now, accounting is hard. When you do deeper into it. I mean, learning how to put $$$ in places I've never even heard of, let alone knew existed, is super hard. I mean, what the hell is 'freight-in' anyway?
OK fine. I'm stuck doing accounting. I'm OK with that. It's useful. It's not that bad. And it could be fun sometimes. But then, if I want to do it, I should have done it at a better place. Alright, I know Macquarie Uni has the best EFS sector in Sydney or something. But i should have gone further. UK, maybe. Or US. I should be in UK right now. The tuition fees are cheaper anyway. Or the same. And an education in UK is considered higher, in Malaysia. Higher as in, more looked up upon.
So right now, as I'm writing this, I'm looking at applications to the UK. Alright, it's going to be a big huge change, and it's not going to be easy. But I want it. More than anything right now. I don't know how to do it. And hell, I don't know how to get the finances required. But I still want to think it's possible. I still want to try to do it. Because it is the only thing keeping me in line. The only thing that I'm working towards. Although I know the chances of me going there is one in a thousand. But still, wish me luck.
Right now, my iTunes is giving me some problems. It keeps popping up and interrupting my post writing! It's so damn freaking annoying. I end this here.
Oh, I almost forgot!
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!!!
Maaf Zahir dan Batin.
Muax. Love you guys.
LoVe~
MzP<3
Oh. Right. Chemistry. And Physics. How was I stupid enough to not do Physics in A-levels. And how was I stupid enough to just not get Chemistry. But I guess not taking Physics, and still wanting to do science, would leave me with... Nutritionist. And no offense to nutritionists out there, but I don't think I want to proceed with life having a career counting calories in food. Eew. Seriously. That would ruin all the fun of eating!
So here I am, doing Accounting. OK, there is nothing wrong with accounting. I might not be good in it, but I'm not bad in it either. And it is a pretty hard thing to do. People do look up to you if you tell them you're studying accounting (Like, whoa, isn't that hard? Can you cope?), but not in Malaysia though. People tend to think you're a loser, at the bottom end, if you do anything related to business. Because that's what we're told when we were doing SPM. Doing business? Stupid. the guys in business do less subjects. And they're easier. OK, I admit, if I were in the business stream during SPM, I would probably get straight A's. But that was then. Now, accounting is hard. When you do deeper into it. I mean, learning how to put $$$ in places I've never even heard of, let alone knew existed, is super hard. I mean, what the hell is 'freight-in' anyway?
OK fine. I'm stuck doing accounting. I'm OK with that. It's useful. It's not that bad. And it could be fun sometimes. But then, if I want to do it, I should have done it at a better place. Alright, I know Macquarie Uni has the best EFS sector in Sydney or something. But i should have gone further. UK, maybe. Or US. I should be in UK right now. The tuition fees are cheaper anyway. Or the same. And an education in UK is considered higher, in Malaysia. Higher as in, more looked up upon.
So right now, as I'm writing this, I'm looking at applications to the UK. Alright, it's going to be a big huge change, and it's not going to be easy. But I want it. More than anything right now. I don't know how to do it. And hell, I don't know how to get the finances required. But I still want to think it's possible. I still want to try to do it. Because it is the only thing keeping me in line. The only thing that I'm working towards. Although I know the chances of me going there is one in a thousand. But still, wish me luck.
Right now, my iTunes is giving me some problems. It keeps popping up and interrupting my post writing! It's so damn freaking annoying. I end this here.
Oh, I almost forgot!
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!!!
Maaf Zahir dan Batin.
Muax. Love you guys.
LoVe~
MzP<3
25 September 2008
Flight Delay Part 4
22/09/08
OMG. Home sweet home. Right now I'm in my room. My beautiful new room. At home. It's just after sahur. I feel like I've finally clicked my heels 3 times and said, “There's no place like home.” When I actually longed to go home, when I actually finally wanted to, I got it. Beautiful. So that's how the land of OZ works. Haha.
OK. Story.
So, off the bus went to the airport. Reached there at 9am. That's 3 big buses folks.
Jap. Subuh.
We reached the airport, took our huge luggages and walked in to a check-in counter especially for us. There, we gathered round, waiting. That moment reminds me of school days. When I was a kid. It wasn't much different than. Standing around, having no clue what's going on. Fighting to get in the queue. Talking to each other animatedly. But what reminds me most is our clueless faces. Like, waiting to be told what to do. Helpless. Not being able to make our own decision. Just like in school. It was quite sometime we stood around, waiting for the check-in counter to open, looking forward to our 12 noon flight. Looking forward to reach our destinations.
Then the queue line opens. We were hustling and bustling, trying to be the first in line, with our big big bags and trolleys. Babies crying. So a line we formed, like school kids waiting for their turn.
And the wait started. They had not actually opened the counter, so we waited. And waited. And waited, Then someone came along. Announcement: The estimated time of the flight is now 6pm. Another delay! More groans. It is, after all, just 10am. I don't think anyone had 'Waiting in airport' on their agenda for 8 hours. By this time, everyone is defeated. Some got angry. Some sad. Some just stared ahead. Some prayed really hard. But I could see the dejected faces in all of them. The flight is now 28 hours delayed. Even I almost gave up. Life just couldn't be more cruel.
Just when I thought I would stay there forever, an announcement: From the delayed flight, anyone with KL as their final destination, please come forward to the service counter. Woo-hoo. Yay. I know there's another flight at 2pm that afternoon, and besides, I've waited in line for almost two hours anyway. So I went to the counter. “Oh, you're in First Class. OK, please wait, we'll try to get you a seat on the 2pm flight. Excitedly, I sat, waited, took out my laptop and wrote some blog. That was where I was when I wrote the last post, at the check-in counter.
So then, after another, say 45 minutes of waiting, they ushered me to the other check-in counter, where they said if I didn't mind, they could get me a seat in Business Class on the 2pm flight. *Pump fist in the air. Yay! Of course I didn't mind. As long as I actually get home, they can put me in the luggage storing area and I would be fine with that. And that's saying something because the luggage storing area has temperatures in the single digits. And that's cold.
Then I waited there. Standing. Then I heard, “Zulaikha!” That was Aideeni. She was in line for the same flight! Wow, what a small small world, huh. Well, it turns out, she's not the one going on the flight, but her friend is, and she's just there to accompany him. So I told her about the delayed flight, and the hotel and more delays. Well, she was... shocked. Like, unbelievable. I know. But then, she only knew part of the story. There's even more to come.
So there I waited until the very end, typing away on my laptop because I've seriously got nothing better to do than write the blog post. To top it off, I was soooooooo sleepy, I would've nod off any second. But I waited. So, at the very end, I went up to the counter again. The guy seemed busy, so I waited. Patiently. Too patiently. A woman went to check if I could get on. A guy, waiting for a seat too, was busy praying really hard next to me. Then, when I finally went up to the counter, there was a problem. A few calls made, some angry voices. Some blaming. Other staff looking on in pity. And then, guess what? The flight has closed. CLOSED. Can you believe that? I waited there for a whole hour just to find out that I'm not getting on the flight anyway, with no other reason than the stupid flight has closed. Told you I shouldn't have been too patient. The praying guy didn't get a seat either. They told me to go to the delayed check-in counter again, try to get on the delayed flight. The 6pm one.
That was when I just about gave up. I told myself, if this flight is delayed one more second, I'm not going home. I'd just get a train back to Macquarie and celebrate raya here in Sydney. It's not so bad, anyway. And that was my original plan anyway.
So. Again I waited. And waited. And then, they got me. Checked me in. Took my bag. Gave me a boarding pass. On the boarding pass, it wrote Departure: 18.00. OK, good. 6pm. At least that was something. And then (jeng jeng jeng), let's guess what happened. Yup. Guess. We're talking bad. We're talking amazingly ridiculous. The woman from before came up: “I've just got information and they're saying the flight is taking off at 8pm.” Fuck yea. No kidding. She actually said that. Remember me saying something about giving up? Yup. This is it. This is when I'm supposed to give up. But. I've already checked in, remember? Remember? My bag's with them. I've already got a boarding pass. There's no turning back now.
What the hell was I supposed to do? Shout? Cry? Throw a tantrum and spit in their faces? Noooooo. I just smiled. Said OK. And made my way to immigration. The scanner. That would be my second time going through the same scanner, for the same flight. Whatever. It's not like the contents of my bag changed anyway. It's not like I could obtain a hand bomb staying at the airport for hours like I did. My mood was so down, I couldn't even smile. Even when the guy behind the counter was trying to be friendly, asking me some questions, I just nod/shake my head, and answered in one word sentences. I was just thinking: Why the hell did I go through now? It's just a little pass 2pm. It's not like there's anything in there. Well, it's not like there's anything out there either, anyway. At least in there there's a seat in the lounge with my name on it. And I'm sooo sleepy. If I'm lucky I might get some shut eye. But then again, it'd be boring. Maybe I should call a friend to pick me up and go hangout somewhere and keep me company. Wait, no credit. No point anyway, I'm past the point of no return.
I got in. Past the duty free shops. I just stood around looking at things. Trying on perfumes, looking at gadgets, thinking if I should buy something. Wait, no money. Broke! Looking at chocolates. Thinking I should just buy something to break my tenner (only $$ I had) so I could call my parents on the public phone. Called my parents anyway, had a dollar coin. Just told my dad about the further delay, the new flight time, which wasn't even confirmed yet, got disconnected, not enough coins.
Made my way slowly to the First Class Lounge. Went to the lady behind the counter. “May I see your boarding pass please?” As soon as she saw the pass, her face changed. “What did they tell you about the flight?” she asked. I said, “They said it departs at 8pm.” She smiled and said (brace yourselves for the wash of pity that would come soooon.), “Well, now they're telling me it's departing at 9pm.” Whoosh. Yup, told ya the tidal wave of pity will come. Even she pitied me and volunteered to switch on the TV for me, telling me of Dancing With the Stars. Uhuh. Like any TV program could cheer me up at this time. I just smiled. Took my laptop. Sat wayyy back. Wrote some vulgar words on the blog post. You guys read that, huh. Sorry again. That was inappropriate. Frankly, I wasn't in the mood. At all. You understand right?
So, at 3pm, I sat on a nice comfy chair in the lounge. Watched another episode of One Tree Hill. Waiting patiently for buka puasa. When there are no more episodes to watch (downloading in progress), I listened to iTunes. Did I tell you the internet wi-fi wasn't working? Yup, no internet, but I guessed you figured it out since I had to put this up later.
I just made dumb and sat there. Trying hard not to kill myself. Oh well, what the hell would I use anyway? A knife? Or the hand bomb I snuck past security? Anyway. Buka puasa. 5.50pm. There's a nice drinks cooler and I took a can of lemonade. Aaah... refreshing. The lady came around and took my order. Beef noodles. Yum. It was soooo good. Finished the whole thing in, like, 5 minutes. The beef was just so juicy. I'm salivating now just thinking of it again.
After my buka puasa, I sat at the couch comfortably, and slept. That was a nice nap. I was just too tired. I just hoped I when I wake up, the flight isn't delayed another hour or two or five.
Hmm... Guys, it's morning now. I'll get some rest, than I'll continue. And then I'll try really hard to get an internet connection. Soon. So you can read this soon. Good night. I mean, in the figurative sense, anyway.
It's afternoon of the 22nd of September. I just want to finish the story. In my beautiful room.
Where was I? Oh yea, the nap. I was woken up by the woman at the check-in counter previously. She was bustling around. She saw me awake, and asked if I'm tired. Asked a few questions. Told me to get some sleep if I'm tired.
I realised that I slept for quite awhile already. So I started pacing. What to do next? Thank God the flight time still hadn't changed. That was a relief. Went to the reception. Asked if there was a phone I could use to call my parents. You know, no credit, no coins and phone out of battery. Called my father. Engaged. Tried again. He didn't pick up. Called my mother. She didn't pick up. Oh well. Went back to my seat. Called my boyfriend. It was 8pm. He picked up and was like, “Hi Sayang!” He guessed it was me because if I got on the 12noon flight, I would've reached KL by then and would've called him. I was like, “Guess what? (Pause) I'm still in Sydney. In the airport. In the First Class Lounge. My flight got delayed again.” He was like, “Fuck, that's bad.” “I know.” Talked to him for awhile. God, I miss him so damn much. Considering we're still in the same country and state but couldn't see each other. Played games on the computer to while away the time. One game after another. I've got to tell you, it gets pretty old after a while, but it's not like there's anything else I can do.
And then. (Drumroll please) The lady came to me. You'll be boarding in 10 minutes. I said, “Finally.” Oh. My. God. OMG OMG OMG. It's actually happening. This flight is actually happening. I felt this huge weight, that I didn't even realise was there, being lifted off my shoulders. If I wasn't in the First class Lounge, I'd be jumping. Maybe. But at the same time, I was so freaking tired. Tried not to get my hopes up though. Just in case. So I asked to call my father again. Engaged. Gave up. The lady called and asked about the boarding, and they said it was in 5-10 minutes (well, they did say that 5 minutes ago, but oh well, as long as I'll be on that plane, and soon). Sat down, waiting for the time of boarding. Then, the lady rushed in, “Your mother is on the line.” Oh, about time! Talked to my father. Told him my flight would be at 9pm. I'd be boarding in a few minutes. And that I'd probably arrive at 3am in KL. He was like, “Don't worry. We'll still come and pick you up.”
The lady said, “You're boarding now.” Yay!!! Used the toilet. Said thanks and bye to the lady. Ran up to the gate (almost forgetting to ask the lady which gate it was, and she shouted it at me) and walked quickly into the gate, to the plane, before they change their mind (Seeing my luck lately) about letting me in.
Walked into the plane. It was the same cabin crew on board. They were enthusiastically welcoming me back. Turns out, I'm the only passenger in First Class anyway. Great. Good seat. Same menu. “But the food's fresher,” said a steward.
Sat back, buckled up, took out my lovely laptop, and continued my blog.
You know, that was heaven. I was so glad I'm actually on the plane. Finally. Finally. FINALLY. I felt this rush of feelings: glad, contented, happy, tired, and so so relieved. You have no idea. I was so glad to get to go home that the previous problem I had (The crying and stuff) just vanished. I mean, I don't care anymore if my parents literally locked me up in a cage for the whole two weeks. I get to go home. And it sure as hell is better than some airport.
Ate lamb as appetizer, chicken with coconut sauce and rice as the main dish, orange pannatone with vanilla sauce for dessert. Also some ice cream. And gourmet coffee with that. Slept. Reached KL at 3.30am. Got out at 4am after the baggage wait.
Everyone on the flight looked so tired and drained. After all, we were stuck at the airport for 12 hours.
Report.
Total time of delay: 31 hours. No kidding, mate. That was how long I had to wait for the flight. 31 bloody hours. Missed the kenduri at my house. Total time in airport on Sunday: 12 hours. Overall total time in airport: 18 hours. Bloody hell.
Guess it counts as an experience. After all, how many people out there can actually say they were on a flight that got delayed for 31 hours? Certainly not many.
XOXO
LoVe~
MzP<3
Flight Delay Part 3
9pm. 21 September 2008.
That is the time and date in my finally, finally, finally, FINALLY confirmed flight back to Malaysia.
In fact, I am in the plane right now. 10 more minutes to take off. I better pray hard that the plane actually leaves the ground this time.
What else could go wrong? I couldn't even imagine. If something else does go wrong, you wouldn't be reading this right now anyway. I wouldn't get the chance to post it on my blog.
Sooooooooooooo.
*Sigh. Finally. Finally finally finally.
I hope I'm not just dreaming I'm actually on a plane right now. I. Am. Actually. On. A. Plane!!! Like, I am finally going home. Never before in my entire life have I ever feel so damn glad that I'm on my way home. Even if it's just because I want to get out of the freaking airport. Been in there too long. OK. So, finally, the story of the delayed flight continues...
So we got into the bus. Got to eat my donuts, after 7pm. Waited for bus to be full. Hotel Mercure, here we come.
We reached the hotel between 7.30 and 8pm. Queued up for the room. Praying our rooms are good. Praying we get food. Planning how to call friends/relatives/colleagues/bosses about the unfortunate delay. Well, the queue was long, way out of the hotel doors. Reached the counter. Signed my name. Got a piece of paper explaining everything. “OK, you're on the 2nd floor.”
From the piece of paper, it got me happy! We got dinner. And breakfast! (Although I realised a few hours later, puasa! No breakfast for me!) We got complimentary phone calls worth up to $30.00 (Well, the rates are really high so it's not as much as you think it is. It's like, 5 mins). Wake up call at 7.30am. Shuttle arrives 8.45am. I did wonder how much MAS had to spend for this delay. Must cost a fortune! I later asked my father and he said, “Easily 500,000. US dollars.” Wow.
Got up to my room. Nice room. Nice bed. Heaven. I realised that would be my first time being in a hotel room alone. By myself. I actually got kind of excited. I've grown up! I mean, enough to get to stay at a hotel without guardian! And that was my first time. And I didn't even have to pay for it! Yay. Lucky me. Well. I didn't know what was to come yet, did I.
Hold on. Plane taking off. Got to shut the laptop.
Yay! We're up in the air!!! Finally. OMG. You have noooo idea how happy and relieved and glad and contented and grateful and happy I am. And then the song My Way came on. OMG. Coincidence much?
So, continuation of the hotel room saga...
Made myself comfortable. Used the toilet. Finally get to call my parents. They were, like, “Good, you got a hotel room.” Great. Called my baby. He was so sweeeeeeet. He loves me, did I tell you that?
OK. Reality.
Dinner served at 9pm. Watched One Tree Hill, meanwhile. Went down to the restaurant for dinner. The food was... how do I put this mildly?... pleasantly bad. It's cold. Yea, I know what your thinking, OZ culture right? But you don't get it. The cold food is cold. The hot food are cold too. And not to mention, non-halal. Cold steamed vegetables and rice, anyone? *Gag. During dinner, we sat together and I found out that for a lot of them, their flight doesn't end in KL. They've got connecting flights waiting to get them to Paris or India or Rome. Some of them have missed their connecting flights, relying on the Airline to do their job and get them to their destinations as soon as possible. I pity them. They do have family and friends and meetings waiting. But, then again, I do have my family waiting as well.
Went back to my room. One Tree Hill. Well. Dot dot dot.
That night was great, and then 'shit', and then very very lovely. Well, I couldn't have asked for a better first time stay in a hotel. Slept late.
7.30am. Rrrrriiiinnnggggg. Telephone. Got up. Picked up. Got a machine saying some rubbish about wake up call. Went back to sleep. Too comfortable to get up. Phone alarm went off. 7.45am. Groan. Shuts eye. 8am. Got up. OMG. Rush!
Went down, checked out. Got on the bus. Felt sad.
Food's here. Continuation in progress...
10.40pm. Too full. Later OK. Eragon on TV!
You know what? I'll just start a new post next time. Tune in next time on my blog to know of the Flight Delay, part 4.
LoVe~
MzP<3
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