Don Juan or Con Man?

It's 10 minutes to midnight. I have just updated my blog with a new look and a new flag counter. The last one has gone corrupted and no longer works =/ ..  I realised, I have not been posting much since 1 year ago! Talk about procrastination in my blogging habits. Oh, well... What triggered my comeback this time is because I have an interesting news to embed on my wall of memories. Haha, except that it is about a guy.

How many times in your life do you go shopping in a mart / supermarket and ended up checking out chicks / dudes? Not many, I assume. I had no such experience related to that, until last week. 

Well, I was actually checked out / stalked myself. Yup, you heard that right. It was not a bad thing, because the guy was actually a pretty hhh...hh... hhhhawt guy. *smile* 

As I entered the mart, I was actually in a bad mood, thinking about all the horrid things in life. But after a few steps forward into the mart, I saw in the distant on my right, about 20 metres away, there was a certain white guy, walking rather cool-ly with a swag, holding a grocery basket with his right hand walking towards my direction. Mind you, he was carrying with his right arm positioned in an "L" shape, meaning he has that strength to bear that weight...(first brownie point: he is strong!). I continued walking and somehow being silly, decided to do a double take, and.... He saw it. Holy cow! I hurriedly walked into the inner parts of the mall and decided to disappear into the maize of products in the mart. 

Oh! So, I found the facial product department. So many types of cleansers.. Which shall I pick? As I was contemplating, a deep, though kind of cheesy kind of voice said, "Hi..." I stole a glance at my left, and saw the white guy! (Note: I'm an Asian girl, so seeing a white guy is not that common in our marts.) I, trying to act as cool-ly as I can, returned my glance to the bottle in my hand and said, "Hi", after a pause. There was a moment of silence. Now, this white dude was facing straight at my side profile while my eyes were glued to the label on the bottle in hand. That was awkward. He was still holding his basket the way I presumed made him look strong. He calmly asked, "What was your name?" in a non-typical white man accent. In fact, he sounded so exotic and it reminded me of all the tanned species lying exposed under the sun, on the beach of Bahamas. The words he mentioned did not quite digest well by my mind at that moment that I made a sharp turn and looked at him, "What do you mean? What WAS my name? I thought you only use "was" for things in the past." Assuming that he would blunder or become speechless, he calmly replied, "I did not know you in the past." OK, not bad, I thought. I turned and smiled at him, at the same time checking him out more closely. OK, so he was not as hhh.. hhhawwtt.. as I thought he was from afar. But he was definitely pleasant. But definitely not on the failing side. I would rate him 6 and above (from scale of 1 to 10, 10 being too perfect.) He continued, "So where do you live?" How forward can anyone be, I thought. I do not even know you and you already ask where I actually live? This is Kuching, even a small area named would be like telling you my house address, I further debated in my head. I said, "Around here. And you, where are you from?" He said, "I am from Spain". A-ha! That was why he sounded so exotic. But he looked nothing like those guys I envisioned to be from Bahamas. He looked too white for a typical dark-haired Spaniard/Hispanic. I, feeling a tad bit awkward (for once in my life) for such encounter due to the fact I might not be able to contain my rush of smiles, said, "I can't seem to find my facial cream. I wonder where..." Wanting to appear to be helpful, white Spaniard actually darted his head in many directions, before saying, "Cream? I think.. over there" in his heavily romantic-language influenced accent. I guess at this point, I must have broken the ice spontaneously and blurted, "Haha, it's like as if you work here!" as I walked towards the other row ahead that he pointed to and left him with a friendly smile. 

I did not linger long at that row of products where he pointed where I could get cream from. I briskly passed through that row and naturally tried to escape from his view, so I walked towards the last row that faced the entrance of the mart. Once there, I found yogurts in the cooler. I picked up a bottle of yogurt, and Ta-Da! Walking and then standing right next to me was him, again! To cut off all awkward conversations, I started first. "Do you think this would be good for consumption and to do facial?" He as willing to help as he was, "I think you should get the natural one." OK, I thought. "How about this?" I picked a bigger bottle up and he said, "You have to finish that fast. It is quite a lot." So, there were some conversations going on about yogurt while he kept looking across his shoulders towards the entrance of the mart. Oh, at this point, I still have not decided to carry a grocery basket. I was wondering WHY, would he keep looking behind our backs. Anyway, I thought the conversation have come to an end and I decided to purchase a few bottles of fruity yogurt for consumption. He was looking at me blankly when I looked at him right at the face and said politely, "Bye." He was caught off guard, and stared back at me and repeated, "Bye..." after me. The last vision I had of him in my mind was his smiling eyes with some crow-feet spreading from the outer of his eyes. That made me conclude that he was about mid-30s. His demeanour was another giveaway for being a matured man. Anyone younger would have fled at that point with so many unrelated questions about yogurts.

I then darted off to the counter with my few bottles of yogurt and did not look back. 

Till this day, I am still wondering if he was actually a criminal? Trying to steal glances of the guards across his shoulder before robbing the mart... Or worse, me? I will never know.

But that last look in that crow-feet(ed) eyes spoke to me, of a soul that needed to be heard.... 

Whoever/whatever you are, be good, ***Don Juan. I admire your courage to approach girls politely in a mart as compared to morons who only speak in a slur, after getting intoxicated in a bar.

I must admit, Don Juan got me thinking..... More about 'What Ifs'.... 

We would have this in mind.... But no, it wasn't like this. Jajaja (Spanish spelling for Hahaha) :)

***Not real name to protect his identity lest he is a pure and harmless soul.




God bless, Don Juan.

Drey Cleans Ahead

For once I feel like I've done my chores ahead of time. I'm constantly chasing after time while my whole self remain static, just my mind going through thoughts from start to end, then end to start, again and again.

I finally almost cleaned my entire house. Wow. I guess cleaning is an art. The type of art where you have to constantly keep moving, without stop. An art of never stopping. Once you stop, you can't mop.

I've cleaned a lot that my hands are feeling so dry. I've mopped, wiped, swept and scrubbed. It's cool to think that I'm using all my energy to make my surrounding looks shiny and clean. Despite the dryness of my hands, I've got an interesting discovery. Have you ever found out why sometimes cleaning sucks a hell lot out of yourself? It's because the thought of scrubbing makes you feel like as if you're pulling a truck that weighs a few tonnes with a rope. That of course makes you feel like you're entirely vacuumed a.k.a sucked to the stomach. And that's actually exactly how I felt most of the time about cleaning. Except that I could be worse; I actually dreamed about the dust coming after me. You know the "Ah Long" kinda chasing? Well, in this case, it's DUST!

Okay, so back to the point. My discovery was a cleaning detergent. Wow! I never knew that using a certain kind of glass cleaner (detergent spray) would actually make a helll lot of difference! It's like spraying "pffft.. pffft" onto the sliding glass, and just a soft gentle wipe with a cloth.. and voila! You see it through the glass.. Crystal clear! Not much energy used. Unless your surface is scarred with stains, then perhaps a couple of wipes more would do. Now, you know what I'm talking about?

The Superman of glass cleaning!! Though I doubt the brand is similar.. But this is exactly what I'm talking about! The magic clear blue liquid that lessens all the burden your dainty hands got to handle! (Somehow I wonder if it's just a subconscious bewilderment, since that the substance itself reminds me of the cocktail, Blue Lagoon!)

After all the excitement, I suddenly feel like may be this isn't exactly what I wanted to share in the first place. But the bestest feeling I got today is when I've discovered how easy it is to clean glass! Oh well. If only we could just do some similar wipes into some parts of our lives.. and get the same results, instantly.

Now, where's my hand lotion?

p.s - I'm gonna miss my cat starting tomorrow. Take care dear Mitsy. Please get back to your usual appetite.. You're just skin and bone now. Meow, meow.... Meow.

That Pain

I never really understood what it's like to be in "growing pain". The kind of pain teenagers endured during the phase before adulthood. I never understood what it meant, if it meant physical pain or any sort of pain that is supposed to make you feel painful. I believe in that "pain", one would feel the strong urge to actually go against a strong flow of current directing at oneself. Going against it, makes one feel getting things right.

I believe I have never had to go through those "painful" years. I must have skipped that in my biological evolution. However, I'm beginning to suspect something. Beginning to suspect that I am actually going through it now.

I'd like to set many things right. Does it mean I'm a rebel?

Ouch, that sudden pain.

Point out The Bounce!

It's been a while since I've last blogged.

I slept pretty early last night. Right before midnight. I have not been going out much too recently.

I was awaken by the gentle breeze that brushed on my cheeks and sound of little burung pipit chirping by my window.

I got up before 7 a.m and is suddenly so thirsty for action. I switched on my PC, type this, while listening to Jay Z's "The Bounce" several times. Mayn, so make me want to bounce. Hot catchy music like this. Awesome, reminds me Magnolia Vanilla ice-cream. There goes my taste bud, craving for sugar. Hmm, everything is suddenly lighted up! Yay?!

But my mind is still all over you. Yes, you. I miss you so much, that I don't know if I should start hating you.

I'd take on the bitter sweet morning and add on more spices and sugar. Hopefully, I get the perfect balance, I shall be in equilibrium.

Good morning, baby!

I Am...

I don't want to meet anyone. Anymore. Perhaps, my beating heart is too delicate for this freakin ruthless world. I'm too honest to the dishonest. I'm too faithful to those whom I thought were friends, but only come to me to get things done. I'm too tired listening to others who enjoy listening to voices of their own unyet never spare a moment of that talk to defend others, to defend me (altho I could have done it myself.. But at times, it would have been sweet).

I'm too hurt to want to believe that it could be rosy out there. Whoever said that have never lived life the way it should -- take risks and get yourself hurt. Making the wrong choices is unavoidable, but if it keeps happening in high frequency, life just brings you deeper.

Perhaps I'm living on the wrong planet. Everything's getting lame here on tis one. When is AirAsia going to start a budget flight to The Moon... It would have been great.

See you there.

The Disease

I got fever last Friday. That was when it all started. I was tired. Slept and slept. Immediately 2 days after my fever cooled down, I began to notice 'water bubbles' popping up on my palms. That was when I started breaking these 'water bubbles'. I felt nice squeezing them and crushing them off the water 'juice'. But I guess popping bubbles wasn't a good idea afterall as more 'water bubbles' came out.

Next, I was told by my dad that the shelf in the kitchen holding our plates broke and almost all the plates were broken into pieces. So I guess that kinda explain why my two feet suddenly had the piercing pain like they were poked with many tiny little needles. For a while I thought my bloodstream must have been filled with 'powder glass' from the broken plates. So it was the plates fault, despite my dad had already gotten rid of the glassy debris.

The weekend was over and the high school educator had to return to school. Guess what, she couldn't even walk comfortably in her normal pretty low high-heel shoes. So she opted for a pair of slippers instead and wearing a dress, mind you. What a bloody weird combo. Well, off she went to school. Some thought she sprained her poor ankles. Some just thought she just came out with another wild idea in trying something new.

Slowly the educator realised her palms were dotted with red swollen spots, so were her feet. Where the hell did the glasses go? There weren't any glasses that went through her feet, the educator was paranoid. Another educator informed the paranoid educator that she had the exact kinda physical symptoms many years back, so were her KIDS. Apparently, a few more educators found out. Her presence was suddenly not favourable. Paranoid educator was even forced to go back immediately by another even more paranoid educator. So she promised to hit the clinic the same day after classes have ended.

***Fast forward***

At the clinic:
Doctor: I don't think it's the disease. Look your mouth has no ulcer.

Educator: I told you, it is.

Doctor: Well, if it is... It must be atypical (however you spell that term) type.

Educator: Yeah I had fever.

Doctor: Then it must be a virus. But you won't know if it exactly is, only if you go for a blood test.

Educator: Yeah.

Doctor: Have you taken any drugs recently?

Educator: Errr... Drugs? I don't think so, Doc. [wtf?!]

Doctor: Ehehehe.. I don't mean DRUGS, you know medicines are drugs too.

Educator: I know. I don't think I have consumed any type of drugs lately.

Doctor: Have you got contact?

Educator: Contact?? o_O

Doctor: I mean contact like do you know anyone who has this symptom.

Educator: No, unless they are hiding it from me.

Doctor: You know, all the kids whom I have dealt with with this will even suffer pain on the palms whether or not they are pressure applied onto it.

Educator: Yeah, mine only hurt when I placed them hard onto a surface/whatever.

Doctor: If This Is It... Then I might have to give you a few days off. It usually takes 5 days to a week to fully recover. So how many days should I give you ah?

Educator: *speechless but smiling*

Doctor: I give you 2 days first. If you still don't recover after this, do come back to me and I'll extend your MC. You need some rest. There are no exact medication for this. You got to rely on your immune system.

Educator: Yeah.

*** After Clinic ***
Educator SMS-ed another educator to inform about her absence the next day from high school. The reply came was "I thought only kids have that."

***Fast Forward, 2 days Later***

The red dots were still there, except that they were no longer swollen and reddish. They're hardened and orangy in colour. So the educator decided to just go back to school since it's getting better and because she's actually an educator and kept reminding herself, "The minds on the young are waiting to be nurtured by you. Go back, quick."

Educator met educator and came the probing moment. "EH! You're back!" "Yes." "You're OK already ah? So fast??" "Yes. It's all dried up." "Are YOU SURE??"

"No, I'm not sure. I would like to extend my MC if only I knew this is going to happen."

Sigh. What was I thinking???

Mysterious virus came...... and went. I survived.

How Sad, but Oh, How True...

"In life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do."
- Anonymous

A Brand New Age

Celebrated my Nth Birthday a few days ago. I have nothing much to say about it. It's been really a brand new age to me. I am sick and tired of talking about every single thing suddenly. Vocabulary should just be replaced with more actions. I am talking less as a person. I guess it's a sign of maturity, in a whole new level. Hehe.

I'd like to thank everyone who was a part of my celebration. I really did enjoy your company. Thanks for being there for me.

I'm old.

I couldn't take many pictures. My bloody camera wasn't working long despite I have charged the batteries the whole night before. Well, at least I managed to catch a glimpse of this,

Chilli Crabs, I seriously couldn't have a complete birthday without eating crabs. I just love 'em. So MuCh. Crabs just never let me down.

Against

It starts to crack. I hear it shatters into a million pieces. I pick the tiny little pieces up, grasping in my hands. The sharpness pricks right into my flesh, I feel the pain, the harder I hold on to it. I see my blood oozes and lines elegantly all the way down to my arms, what a horrendous sight, yet paints millions of bucks even art value can't buy.

I'm running out of blood now. I should be panicked at this moment. Average person would have started flying white flag by now. The seconds continue ticking away. Shall I fight or bid goodbye...? Shifting to my millions of cells in my skull, looking for rationality, I shall calculate my chances to make the battle worthwhile. Time is almost up.

Time is up.

I still cannot die.

My Baby

It's been since last Friday that my handphone has officially turned faulty. My dear Samsung seems to have some parts pretty messed up in there. People can hear me, but I can't hear them. And I actually resorted to displacing the slide to a certain distance just to get the sound. And it's not always going to work that way either.

It's weird, how when my handphone was running in top-notch condition and it was not ringing that much.

But I heard a pretty inspirational quote from someone today regarding this matter. And it goes like this, "I want to message you, but my message can't get across. When I call you, you can't hear me. It makes me miss you more."

HEHHEHEHEEHEHEH. I find that seriously hilarious. Thank you :)

All Souls' Day

Just not to keep my dear lonely blog stagnant.

Today's All Soul's Day. Went to the cemetary. Put a stalk of flower on each departed relative's tomb, including my late mom's. Funny, I realised I do resemble her a lot as I grow older as I watched her embedded photo on her gravestone. Rest in peace, Mama and all dearly departed ones.

When funny takes its course

Funny 1:

It used to be funny, even when it wasn't funny at all. Roars of laughter were often heard. Even when it wasn't really funny. It's funny how funny things just don't seem to be not funny, cos it's supposed to be. Funny.


Funny 2:

Funny things are funny while it still is, funny. How long can things be funny, by the way? Funny things will eventually be not that funny afterall. How long is the life span of funny things?


Funny 3:

It's funny how un-funny things are embracing the funny side of things, for a change. But are the new funny things authentically funny? Should un-funny things stay un-funny?


Funny 4:

It's funny how things change. Funny things are meant to be always funny. But funny things can be unpredictable too. Funny things may no longer be funny if un-funny things no longer think funny things are funny. It's funny how funny things eventually depend on the un-funny things to continue its funny legacy.


Funny 5:

Funny things aren't funny if not for un-funny things. Un-funny things, though not funny, appreciate funny things. Funny things for one, if not for un-funny things, will never be funny afterall.


Funny 6:

It's funny when un-funny things want some funny things to happen, but the funny things are just not into funny things anymore. What happens when the funny things turn un-funny?




It's not funny at all. Funny, the laughter's heard. Is it funny funny? It's so freakin funny. HA. HA. HA. ZZZzz.. ZZzzz.. ZZZZz.

Some Things Don't Change

Guys who brag are insecure, and a turn-off. At least to me.

10 Things

10 things I can sum up about today:


1. The weather is just too freaking, hot.

2. My room is still a mess.

3. I spent most of the day in bed.

4. I opened up a small pack of strawberries I bought that cost me RM20.

Sour or sweet, till the very first bite.

5. I thought about 2 individuals who have inspired me, somehow or rather, in a good way.

6. I have finally hit my highest record of savings in a Facebook game called Restaurant City amounting to $4000+. If only it's for real.

7. I was tempted to eat my untouched new bar of chocolate.

8. I've decided to stay away from sore losers. A man should be man enough to face the odds.

9. I heard my cat meow-ed the most today, in so many days.

10. I thought about people. People whose moment spent with me will never repeat itself.


p.s - I went back to the kampung a.k.a village some 30 minutes away from the city yesterday to celebrate the harvest celebration, Gawai Day which falls on 1st June. Was a simple one with catching ups to do.

So They Flew That Way

Lying in front of the TV with my lappy on my tummy. . . With the roars of the excited supporters of Man Utd. and Liverpool; hearing the commentator saying, "1-1", I'm not even the slightest bit distracted by it. Instead, I'm still very adamant by the sudden thought that came across my mind few minutes ago, that prompted me to come out with this post.

I see birds flying. Flying in a flock. Heading towards the same direction, may be, may be not. But what's clear, they look alike and what's more vital, they're together. Flocks are powerful, their motions are impactful. But the kind of impacts generated really depends on the motivation behind the 'flocking'.

It'd be great if the flocks actually come out with something new. Something more exciting, creative an with an eventful impact worth of a good memory. Perhaps, something more difficult. Because something bad is too easy. Too simple. Invention is the new word.

What's behind the idea of flocking? For many reasons which may be positive or not, I wish not state. What's obvious afterall is the implications of it. Hahah. Corny as it sounds, but yes. Look to the left, look at the flock above. Which is a better eyesore?

For better reasons, I foresee many advantages in hybrids. Or just for a start, a mixture of birds to form one flock. One positively impactful flock.

How about the many types of diversed birds hanging out together to make somewhere a better place? Need I say 'flocking'? Not necessary. Does it mean only the thought that matters? I almost believe that action speaks as loud as words. So words not uttered may be as powerful as not having done anything at all. As a matter of fact, silence sometimes indeed IS golden. Hence, the thought only may matter, as it sync with the deed. Erh, what...? I lost myself there. :S Anyways....

There are just a vast species of birds flocking together. Thousands which I may not even know or heard of... It makes me wonder. Don't they have a choice?

Whatever it is, and why do the BIRDS flock together I care not much. Besides, it really is not any of my biz. But what really matters is, perhaps they have a choice. To pick. To choose. To flock it right.

Don't be a hazard. Flock for a good cause.









P.S - Liverpool won the match against Man Utd, 4-1. Booo. :(

Enter The Procrastinator

I have tummy discomfort. I am looking at my messy room. So dusty. So haywire. So impossibly clean, and yet I feel strongly, to do something about it. But I can't, something is holding me back. I pick up some clothes and pile them up together according to their own 'kind', but that is it. Now, there are piles of clothes everywhere. The new cupboard to keep my clothes is still empty. I want to give it a wipe before laying my nicely folded clothes in it. But I can't, something is holding me back. I try again. I look at my dusty fan. So much dust. I can no longer feel the strong air it gushes when it starts spinning at me. Only faint air. My room smells so me. So clamped. I can hardly think in this atmosphere. I want to fix it, clean it. I look around. I don't know where to start. Arggh, my room! The place where I retire at the end of the day. Waiting to be cleaned. And I'm waiting for it to happen. May be tomorrow. Since tomorrow never dies... There'll be one day when it'll be cleaned. I am arranging the books now. I put them aside. I go through them, thinking to myself now, I need to get rid of some of them. Sweet Valley High? No, I am not supposed to read these anymore. I'm too old for Sweet Valley. SPM and STPM books? What if I were to teach someday? I might need these books as reference... Arrgh, the complications, where should all these go? Let's just leave it alone, today. May be tomorrow I'll know better for sure where they all belong. I creep to my bed, now sheetless. I want to buy new bedsheet, something that suits the color of everything, my curtain, my wall, me. But not today. I lay my head on my pillow. I close my eyes. I fall asleep. Eyes closed, I see the books, the pile of clothes, the dust hovering around me, I could feel my contact lenses sticking to my right forefinger; accept that it's no longer soft and moist, but hardened. I fall deeper into my sleep. I can't tell now, where am I? Am I still in my room? When I wake up, will I still meet the pile of books, clothes and dust in my room? I continue sleeping, like there's no tomorrow...

Promising myself, it'll be better when my eyes open next.

Around The Corner?

It's pretty strange, as every time I blog, Bye Bye by Mariah Carey is always running on my WinAmp. I do not know why I am so attuned to this piece. An inspirational number? I guess.

This is my maiden post for this new year, 2009. Yeah. Just sharing some thoughts I have for today (just 42 minutes into it).

I'd firstly like to tell you about my random thoughts on forwarded SMSes. I find it very amusing, if not, lame to receive SMSes during Christmas Day itself that goes something like this,

()"""() ,*
( 'o' ) ,***
=(,,)=("')<-*** (""),,,("") "** Christmas is just around the corner,
I'd like to wish you a Blessed and Joyful Celebration..
Etc, Etc....

Note the phrase highlighted in Red. It bewilders me to know how insensitive or ignorant some people can be. Not sincere in words nor in action. How would one not realise what are the contents of the SMS they are about to forward to others? Sending someone a SMS that tells you Christmas is AROUND THE CORNER on Christmas Day itself?? Mmm.... Wow. It just simply meant either three of the following:

1. I'm thinking of you on this special day and I want you to remember me by wishing you. But then again, I am not going to admit that i actually mean what I say. So, I try sarcasm.


2. I don't think I like you enough to wish you. But I guess someone else must be wishing you too. So, I don't want to be left out. Cos I can't bear to live alone, isolated.


3. I don't really know how to read. I just saw and understood the word, 'Christmas' on the SMS.


OK, by now I bet some may find me too demanding. "Complaining about well-wishers who actually bothered to even wish her??" I am grateful for having well-wished, but if it comes, please bother to do so, properly. Sincerely.

Thanks, anyway. *rolls eyes*

It's so simple, yet made so difficult. People rather go through the miles of forwarding lengthy messages just to send a 'sort-of message' to someone, yet not wanting it to actually 'reach' you. When all that really matters is a simple 2-phrase (OK, or more) wish, that comes from the heart. OK, I do love the length, but please, keep it right!

For this New Year, my resolutions are to be what I am expecting from myself.

As for the whole,

I ask not much. Just to be surrounded by good nature, fun, love, productivity, efficiency and of course, sincerity.

My apologies for the sudden change of mood. I need to rush to the loo. Well, at least I mean it. ;)


Happy New Year! @};->-----

and Bye Bye by Ms.Chong now.

Reminiscing My Life in KK

More than 3 months have passed since my last return to Kota Kinabalu. I graduated on the 24th August 2008 to be exact.

After living a few years in KK ever since I started my first year in the pursuit of my degree, I could not help but wonder what I have gathered when I return to my hometown; and I still am, wondering.

Was I happy? Did i learn a lot? I made new friends? I had new foes *smiles* ?

.... Truth is, I don't know. I didn't even feel much when I was there. It was just like a dream. I was there. Time flies, and I'm back.

Yes, time flies. Every single semester just passed, like that. Yet, every semester was a different tale. Every semester I left my hometown feeling weighed down. I dreaded the times to go back and stay at the uni's off-campus hostel. So much of the 'dislikes' that I felt, I managed. Over the years, I had learned the art of 'numbing' the feeling in situations that were not likely to be pleasant.

Okay, it was not bad afterall. People would think of Kota Kinabalu as a very 'ulu' (backward) city as they would of any other cities in East Malaysia a.k.a Borneo. Truth is, it's not so bad afterall. Okay, I sound so lame describing, but forgive me, I'm still unable to feel. I'm trying now. and trying.

First year passed in no time, I survived. I had two West Malaysian roommates in my first year. Strange as it was, the three of us managed one whole bloody year cramming in one helluva small room. It's really crammed, even with one double-decker bed. I had the single bed. Our so-called 'hostel' was located about 15 minutes off-campus by bus. I am kinda proud thinking back, that I actually was pretty happy with that and did not intend to apply into campus although facilities were much much better, but heyy, minus the freedom. :) So Okay, I survived my degree staying at this 'hostel' which is actually a normal residential area turned 'hostel'. That was legendary Taman Indah Permai, a 'black' area known for its crime cases. We undergraduates were living in double-storey terrace houses, in which one house could accommodate 7 weird girls.

I shall sum up first year as a very blurry year, I wasn't almost sure what the hell I was doing back then. There lots to digest and time was speeding. But in two words, pretty OK. Oh. before that, I felt like I wanted to whack a lady working in MAS dealing with Grads card. (but then again, I was pretty good at 'numbing' my feelings, so I left it at that.) She seemed to have problems. That was in first year. After that, Air Asia came to the rescue. Pheww. I didn't see the 'lady' anymore. Good.

Ahh. I sense this is getting complicated. I need a break.

To be continued....

She - 'Blogger'

Hi. I'm blogging again. In a new blog. One knows how many blogs I have abandoned in the blogosphere. But that doesn't really make me a blog hopper. =) Just that when good things come along, it's hard to deny the fact that it is indeed the time to move on, to something new, something more promising. Yes, I've done my research on all the available free blog hosts online; and I have to admit that Blogspot (known as Blogger too) has the best to offer so far, in terms of tools, flexibility, traffic, security and free space, despite the fact that I dislike to have the term 'blogspot' in my url. It's so much cooler if it's http://(enter ur domain).bloggah.com. But I guess, that's the price I've to pay for having this free. Nothing is free! Damn.

I have reluctantly abandoned my blog in Friendster for the above mentioned facts. I have tried to maximise my IT knowledge in coming out with more funky stuffs in the previous blog, but it was taking too much time! Hence, at long last, I have succumbed myself to BLOGGER. Anyhoos, thank you Blogger for making this happen, despite I still dislike the term 'blogspot'.

Besides the points I have highlighted in the previous paragraphs, I'd like to inform my dear readers and future readers that I'd blog on many stuffs in here ranging from this to that. This will also be 'the place' for me to update everyone on whatever events or encounters that I have had and would find beneficial to share with you all (if there is anyone reading, afterall...). Yeah, and probably this would also serve as an anonymous personal journal of mine. 1 for lazy buggers who no longer keep hard copies!

This is it. I'll be back. ;) and Thanks for dropping by.