First Attempt.

They say a picture speaks a thousand words. Thus the reason I'm trying this out. 

All pics taken with my HTC Hero which SUCKS in terms of camera quality. But hehs. Its the most portable camera I own. So WTH.

And these pictures have no photographic value whatsoever. So don't prepare to be impressed. LOL.

1) Stubby fingers. Ew. Long nails. Ew. Chrome rings; YAY! 2) Before falling asleep. 3) Should I mention how this is able to mislead people? *gerakgerakkening.

Basically what I do when I get bored of the library;

Get a can of sugar rush, and wander around aimlessly.

Am bound to get kidnapped one of these days. Seriously.

Oh please God. Protect me.

1) A pair of old Skechers, bought on revenge. 2) Fascination of yellow trucks. Courtesy of Keith. The movie. Look it uppp.

Cactus fruits. I do not know their real name. But these devils taste good. My fellow colleagues: Do not hesitate to buy. I mean. I literally begged Ayah to get me one whole box of these back in Mecca. NOMNOMNOM. Painful to get through, but worth it baby. Need to get some myself.

The pricking previously mentioned. I now have about 5 dots on my left thumb.

BTW, I'm a B-positive. I am marriage-able.

-______-"

Kitties! Sooo adorable, but its so disheartening seeing them so... SAD.

:'-(

Browsing them as a favor for a friend back home.

OMG. I didn't even need to type a whole lot of things on posts like this!

Will definitely do more posts like this one in the future. Only less LAME-ER. -_____-"

And perhaps with a less cringe-worthy inexistent photography skills.

Aiseh.

YEEUUCCHHHBLEUGGHHH

This announcement deserves its own post.

Old Town White Coffee is HARAM.

And... KFC is just pure DISGUSTING.

Click here and here for articles on Old Town White Coffee,

and here and here for KFC.

Be ready to barf.

Thank GOD that I've never eaten @ Old Town. Drank, yes. Ate, not once. And most probably; NEVER.

And was never a fan of KFC. 

So you guys, would you rather just stop going to these places,

or remain ignorant and constantly convince yourselves that:

1. It may never happen to you.

2. Just a coincidence.

3. The staffs must've made a mistake.

4. And, everyone makes mistakes.

5. These people never bother checking their food beforehand.

Well, WTV. You can go ahead and play dumb. I'm not about to eat frog legs hidden in my noodle, drink cockroach roadkill, and support all these anti-Islam cooperations.

OH YEAH.

For Educational Purposes.

Today, I took one step closer towards being suicidal.

And no, I'm not talking about hanging half my body out the window just to feel how its like to almost fall. Okay. I probably shouldn't have revealed that. But rest assured that I honestly didn't plan on any suicidal acts. EVER. Just. Ah well. 

Curiosity killed the cat. Now I know what that means.

Oh yeah. Talk about being suicidal... I pricked my own thumb 4 times today. Sure, I'm not cutting any wrists, but sheesh. Could you imagine the consequences that would take place if I actually end up enjoying doing this? What if the image of blood dripping down just gets me high.

And in order to achieve that high once again, I have to keep pricking. And pricking won't produce that much blood, so WHAT IF I move on to wrist cutting.

I mean... *stops.

Okay, am I scaring anyone? Coz I'm actually a bit scared at my ability to even think about this.

Hmmm. Oh yesterday was the day of my presentation. And I was grilled burned massacred (WTV words you choose) with questions by my professor, just because she couldn't just LET GO of this one matter that I couldn't explain to her. 

Am actually proud of myself for not letting it get to me. I think my group mates are the ones who were more pissed off at her. LOL. Now I'm actually searching for that piece of information that I have to give her tomorrow, coz if not I will suffer the consequences of a mark reduce.

FML.

But honestly, I didn't mind. I thought yesterday was rather amusing. And the fact that she was quite nice to me after made me feel good. Maybe I charmed her? WAHAHA. *kicks self for being so perasan. Coz I was smiling the whole time she grilled me, mannn. I just couldn't let her get me down.

I WILL SURVIVE!

*diam.

HEY HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

*clears throat.

So, that is all. Practical exams are taking place a day after tomorrow. Thus: more pricking. Yes. All the pricking that was aforementioned was purely intended for learning purposes. TEEHEE.

And I know this is quite pathetic, coz I've run out of phone credits, and I know my sisters read my blog... so, 

COULD YOU PLEASE TELL AYAH AND MAMA THAT I WANT A SPAIN JERSEY. 

Name: FABREGAS, Cesc.

THANK YOU!

HEHEH. Coz I received an SMS from them today asking which jersey would I like to ownnn. Oh, and if they've ran out of Fabregas. I want David Villa. Torres is awesome schmawesome(?) as well, but he's injured, and not top notch at the moment. Oh. And he's blonde. I like my men's hair JET BLACK BABYYYYY.

Yay! Bye!

I Mean, Talk About Girl Power!

Watched '10 Things I Hate About You' today and went ohhhhh... so THATS THE NAME OF THE ARTIST! Honestly I've been wondering who the being(s) behind these lyrics:

I want you to want me,

I need you to need me,

I'd love you to love me,

I'm beggin' you to beg me.

- I Want You To Want Me.

I love this song! And I totally blanked on the name of the band until now. They're called 'Letters to Cleo' BTW. And they pretty much rock. And they're girl fronted.

You have to admit that bands with female lead singers hold some kind of enigmatic presence. 

And I credit the girl for that. HEE. Come on! Try denying these girls aren't the main attractions in their own respective bands.

Kay of Letters to Cleo:

Okay, am not even sure if this photo below is of them exactly. Coz she looks different than when she's in the movie. But WTH. Blame it on Google.

Cassadee of Hey Monday:

Lacey of Flyleaf:

Emo Screamo Supremo.

Dawn of Fireflight:

I honestly have no idea which one of these girls is Dawn. I only listen to them, never seen a video or anything. So yeah.

Greta of The Hush Sound:

Karen Oh of The Yeah Yeah Yeahs:

Emily of Metric:

Dolores of The Cranberries:

Ash of New Years Day:

They were my favourite unsigned band during those good ol' MySpace days.

And durhhhhhhh this list would be incomplete without:

That Yelyah Girl AKA Hayley Williams of Paramore.

and plenty others.

I don't have enough patience to upload more pictures.

AHAH.

Oh and speaking of '10 Things I Hate About You', I suddenly have an urge to watch The Patriot. Well, technically, both movies share no similarities other than Heath Ledger's presence. But that movie's goooood.

And recent days' marathon of anything by The Beatles makes me wanna watch Across The Universe. I love that movie. For some reasons. One of them being:

JIM STURGESS.

Teehee.

Okay I'm gonna leave now and prepare myself for tomorrow's presentation. GOODNIGHT. Or rather, good morning! 

Max It!

(credits to: Poplook)

I guess the hot weather is getting to me.

I NEED SOME MAXI DRESSES MAN.

*note the word some. Not one. Coz I'm greedy that way.

But both above so niceeeeeeeee.

And I've been wanting a striped cotton maxi since I saw it on Lookbook.

And this one looks nice compared to the ones available to pre-order from Korea, etc.

And and and!!!

....

Okay. Mama's not gonna be too pleased that I'm logging into my email account to make an order.

-_________________-"

I SWEAR I'LL WEAR THEM!

... sooner or later.

*grins.

I'm Hot...

... LITERALLY.

HOTTEST DAY I'VE EVER ENCOUNTERED IN EGYPT SO FAR.

Makes me kinda grateful for my decision to not go to Cairo with friends a few weeks back.

They said it was friggin' BROILING.

I mean, seriously. If there was any pond nearby, it would take me a lot of hesitation and someone to pull my arm off(!) to not jump in and just soak myself. It is THAT scorching. Though luckily it isn't as humid here like it is in Malaysia. I mean... Alhamdulillah, mannn! If not lah kan, when you're wondering where I am, you should probably check in the showers. I would most probably be there, hoping I'd serap all the water into my body like a camel or something.

Though we all know it isn't water that's stored in the humps of camels. YOU DIDN'T?!? Well, you should've took time and sit next to your father when he's watching National Geographic. Camels' humps contains FAT. So the thing I'd hope to be that is informatively correct would be: A cactus. Now, THAT thing stores water.

The end of class. :-D

OMG I'm making myself a promise to visit this one store in Subang Parade and borong like, TEN or more of the all white summery attires they sell there and drag them all back here to prepare for the next FIVE Summers I'll have to endure here. PLEASE OH PLEASE let it still be there.

And something else I encountered whilst searching for the details of today's weather: My Horoscope. I used to loved reading the horoscope section in The Star back in Malaysia. I don't necessarily believe it. I mean... PFFFT. There is just no science of logic behind it. But mehhh. Just for fun. Can't hurt, no?

Oh mine reads:

Someone you've been carrying a torch for may finally let you know that the feelings aren't more than mutual. They may even have been lugging around a brighter flame than you have. It's hard to believe, given the depth of your feelings, but anything is possible right now. Take full advantage of all the good energy the universe is flowing your way.

(Source: Yahoo)

Okay. 

First of all: I've been carrying a torch for only ONE person for the last 4 years. And well, that torch is dimming. For better or worse, I don't really want to know.

Second of all: That person already has someone. And knowing him quite well, he's a loyal dude. The only torch I'm very sure he's carrying is for his current girlfriend. Thus, the chances of him letting me know that our feelings towards each other is pretty much the same is quite TIPIS = thin.

Thirdly: I kinda like the optimism they added there. Anything is possible right now. Nice. :-)

Fourth: YES. I plan to suck in all that good energy baby.

Sincerely,

not-so-perempuan-Melayu-terakhir, WOWO.

Photo captured by a friend in the Anatomy lab AKA Bilik Mayat.

Thats me being all innovative and stuff in order to prevent an excessive inhalation of formaline.

P/S: Ordered a maxi dress online. And probably a high waisted maxi skirt. Both are in black. UGH. Black and I are quite inseparable, OBVIOUSLY. So, Kak Lisa... prepare to help me with yet another transaction. I love you bebeh! Wait for my arrival @ KLIA with a carton full of macarons from Whisk Cafe, will you? 

And WTH you're asking me to bring you home a polaroid camera! Lagi senang nak jumpa back home la pandai! TATA.

Of Passion and English.

"Why do you love blogging?", someone asks.

Well, first of all, I think its mainly because I've always loved writing. When most people complain about having to write an essay, I secretly enjoy being assigned to. The feeling is indescribable. Theres just this sort of satisfaction of dragging a pen or pencil along the surface of a piece of paper.

Magical, even. When you think about it. One second its just a blank piece of paper. Not long after, its a masterpiece, that you crafted, using words and notations. And the best thing about it is? Its permanent. If you don't spill a cup of Old Town instant 3 in 1 White Coffee on it, that is. -______-"

Back in school, I never received any sort of acknowledgement for my essays. But that was never really the point of having it done in the first place. I just like seeing what was initially an idea in my mind, transferred onto something that people can see. Read. Enjoy, even. If they please.

An author, was what I wanted to become at one phase in life. Once even, on this camp I join, everyone was instructed to stand up, and sit down only when the conductor announced a list of ambitions. Regardless to say, the whole hall except myself and one other guy sat down by the time doctor, lawyer, lecturer, teacher, etc was mentioned. So both of us who were still standing was asked to come onstage, and watch as the others were told to guess what our ambitions were.

The guy wanted to be involved in music, someone guessed right. So I kinda won that game, if it was even a game to begin with. And finally, as everyone failed, I had to reveal to them what I wished to become when I grow up:

An author.

Mixed reviews, that dream of mine got. But most people just thought it was kinda stupid and laughed it off. Coz they can't see what that career would give me. What it was able to promise me. 

Guess we all can't help but be blinded by cold hard cash at times. I'm no different.

But... heh. Not everything turns out how we wanted it to be. I'm on my way to being a doctor, InsyaAllah. So, at the very least when I'm unable to draft an award winning novel, I'd still get to write. Through blogging. In one way or another, the dream remains alive. Its even more rewarding when you receive compliments, and a following by people who enjoys my method of writing.

"Why must you write in English? You're Malay."

Yes. I'm Malay. And I'm proud to be. I'm not degrading my own race's language, but I've been reading English for as long as I can remember. My first book EVER was in English. Something about a rabbit and a ball. I'm still quite astonished at the fact that I still remember that book's illustrations quite vividly. -______-"

And from then on, every book I read was in English. Honestly, up until now, I've never read more than what my fingers are able to count, number of books in Malay. Disregarding the ones required in the school syllabus lah, of course.

And another factor might be because I'm less confident when I speak in Malay. I stutter quite badly when I do, and not so when I speak in English. Third reason being: 

I write what goes on in my mind.

I don't draft the posts I write. Whatever I'm thinking of at the time (as of right now), I just convey onto this white box. And well, my mind speaks English. :-)

When I'm thinking something over, like, what I plan to do after this, or what I plan to eat... I don't go: "Nak buat apa ek lepas ni? / "Nak makan apa eh?" Instead, everything that I think about is in English. So its not really honest if I write in Malay, when its obvious that my thoughts are of another language entirely, don't you think?

More so, when I plan for this blog to be as sincere as it can get. 

So thats all for now. I am SERIOUSLY super bloated right now coz my friends just fed me a great amount of food.  Plus, I need a shower after an amount of sweating, coming from wearing a cotton baju kurung inside a kitchen on Summer. Super hot.

The weather. Durrhh. Of course lah kan. HAHA.

Oh and need to start doing sit ups again coz for the last few days perut tak surut surut. SERIOUSLY. Okay, I know lah I'm not conventionally thin, but my stomach is usually not one with problems, except after eating lah. The bloated-ness is even more questionable when I spent all of last week fasting, which means less stuff-my-face sessions. 

UGH. And I feel so sluggish today coz spent the whole day at a friend's house eating + menyempit tengok Korean TV series next to a friend + sleeping + staying indoors all day.

I. Cannot. Lah. Like. That. 

I need to at least MOVE MY FAT ASS. Which is why I spent 10 minutes just jumping out and down without any particular reason.

People living below, forgive me if you thought the world was about to come crashing down upon you.

P/S: I already know my repeat paper dates and I am SO THANKFUL to both my parents for deciding on what they did. Hopefully everything turns out good, InsyaAllah. :-) 

Satisfaction.

So... font's back to normal.

If your definition of a normal font is font face: Helvetica and font size: Small. That is. Got a few complaints from friends, readers and a sibling(!) saying they have problems reading my previous posts. Anyhoos, you guys obviously hadn't heard about:

1. Squinting. Y'know, like, squeeze your eyelids closer so that the texts would be a little more visible.

2. Making the texts on your browser larger.

But since I love you guys all the same, I'm gonna revert my font size back to its former roots.

Soooo not much has happened in my life. Same ol' same ol' thing. Camera haven't been whipped out for quite a while, coz batteries cost a fortune and I'm much too kedekut to put my money on 'em when they're only gonna die on me after, like... an hour or so. -______-" Do I need to press on my need for a better camera? Or am I just looking for an excuse to be more of a spoilt child than I already am.

AIYO.

Another pros and cons list coming up(!) Which, since I have nothing interesting to blog about anyway, I will bother telling you I have been doing for almost every decision I have had to make in my 19 years of life. I think the first *big decision that required me to write a pros and cons list was concerning my going to a boarding school.

I remember very well that this:

- More chances of studying overseas.

... happened to be a very huge factor of me finally changing my POV (point of view) of boarding schools and proceeded with filling in forms. Honestly, before that I thought the worse of boarding schools. Of course, a few years after that, I'm quite thankful that I went. I mean, the experiences you gain, and the friends you make there are just different than that you receive from a normal high school.

PLUS ++ not everyone *can experience it. So, its safe to consider us as One Lucky Bunch.

So... the dream back then didn't really come true. I mean, it did. Just at a different continent than what I previously hoped for. *sighs. But NO REGRETS! I'm happy to be where I am right now, and all the more grateful when I recently found out that Malaysia's cutting the numbers of overseas scholarships to be post high school graduates. I got here just in time! :-)

And... I'm really really hoping that my sister would get to continues her studies in the UK. COME ON LISA! I miss Oxford Street and I need to get my hands on a custom Arsenal jersey! :-)

Oh, and I just read about this DISGUSTING article of how an Indonesian teenager(!) was forced to marry a cow he had sex with. (Read the article on Jakarta Post: here )

Yes. I did not mistype any of that. And your eyes aren't fooling you.

I mean. -________-" Okay, the:

First EW(!) goes to the teenager. For having sex. WITH A COW! There is never a more suitable to use this: HOLY COW! in a conversation. Like, ew ew ew. And even though he admitted to the act of bestiality, he still has the heart to -

Second EW(!) - blame the cow for 'seducing him'. WTF MANNN. I mean, like, I never knew 'MOO' translates into 'F*** Me' in Indonesian. And just because the cow ain't wearing a bra it doesn't mean that.. Ugh. I'm gonna stop now. Just the thought of this guy shoving his bloody penis into a cow is... UGH. Incomprehensible. 

AND not just that, in order to 'purify' their hometown, the villagers believed that they had to kill the cow. By DROWNING IT.

I mean, ew how less humane can these people be? I mean, better if you just cut the guy's penis off man. Its not like the cow is to blame! 

Sorry for an excessive and uncensored use of harsh words, but MEHHH. Its just THAT REPULSIVE.

*tries hard to erase this from frame of thought.

And I think thats enough for now. :-)

Below are just a few random screen captions + picture(s).

Spain's defeat to Switzerland.

*BIG SOB.

During Spain's first match. LOVE.

Barca can get their hands on Cesc all they want.

But he's ALWAYS GONNA BE A GUNNER!

Sad that he didn't play on Wednesday's match though.

:-(

Its assignment week. Again.

But I have to admit that making Powerpoint slides are kinda like a guilty pleasure for me.

*sly snicker.