Noble Fairytales.

We all live noble fairytales. They might differ person to person, but its core is always the same; we all want to live happily ever after. Only difference is that our versions of happiness are always different, always altered but most importantly, always our own. That is, if you look at it closely, what makes it so noble. We all have our own claim to that happily ever after and that is something no person, situation or element can ever, should ever, take away from us. We all dream noble fairytales. We all dream of happiness THAT is the truest from of nobility.

These are stories of people so different and their stories of finding happiness, losing it, and fighting for it.

He had reached rock bottom. He could no longer hide behind his pride, because he had none left. He could not hide behind his words because he had nothing left to say. He could not hide behind his thoughts, for he feared them; they were always brutally honest, telling him things he knew were true but never wanted to admit. He didn’t want to admit he needed help. But he had nothing left to hide, nothing left to lose. He who had everything under control, didn’t anymore.

Now, don’t get me wrong, he was not a pessimist. In fact, he was probably one of the most optimistic people you would ever meet; glass half full and all that (which, for a pessimist if you are one, is complete and utter rubbish) But he was also a realist and in the situation he was in – he was realistically fucked.

Bit by bit his day got worse; little stabs here and there, stinging him like a paper cut. But he wouldn’t have it, he was too busy. Assignments, work, other shit, and most importantly.. he friends had problems and they needed him, because he was always the one with the answers. So he did what he always did, what he knew best. He placed all his crap on that rickety shelf of his. It was overflowing already, creaking from the weight of everything, but he found some space to put more crap. They could wait to be solved later. He went on with his day, barely thinking about that overflowing shelf of shit. He listened and advised his friends, finished his almost due assignment, finished his work and kept himself busy. Then the end of the day drew in, enclosing him finally with a moment of peace. He shut his eyes briefly, hoping to wonder off into a quick dream, taking him away. He closed his eyes..

He was in a room, it look very much like the room from his childhood; toys strewn all over the place, a little scobby-doo night light in the corner, sun flooding in from the bay window. He walked in to the room, looking around, feeling calm wash over him. But just as he took a deep breath, wanting to savour this moment, he hears a loud creak. He turns around and then.. That overloaded shelf (which he didn’t notice was there earlier) came crashing down. ON HIM. He woke up with a start. He should have known that that moment wouldn’t last. Like a storm of bullets, all that he wanted to forget and ignore came at him, piercing his skin, his heart; making it hard to even move, becoming visible on that usually cheerful face of his. But he wasn’t going to let anyone know of course. So he put on his usual mask, waving off looks of concern from his friends, pretending like everything was okay but in truth, a war was raging inside him. He went to bed that night without a doubt in his mind he wouldn’t actually be getting much sleep.

Now, you might be wondering what on earth could be turning mister optimistic here into a complete wreck. Well, YOU try living with a family who are constantly disappointed you because you do not share their ideologies. YOU try having all your little faults (or what they THOUGHT were faults) talked about, but having your accomplishments shunned and ignored. YOU try being someone who wants nothing more than to be accepted for who he is, but constantly being told who he is wasn’t good enough. YOU try living with ridiculous expectations. YOU try having the one person on your side leave you without warning, forcing you to fend for yourself. YOU try having to make a choice between their happiness and your own. YOU try hating what they do to you and how they make you feel; but want nothing more than their acceptance and their love at the same time.

Apparently he was right; it was a restless night and he woke up feeling even more exhausted and worn out. He wanted to just curl up and not get up, dreading to face the day and whatever new shit it had to throw his way. But miss another class and he gets barred from his exams; now what wouldn’t be an ideal situation now would it? He went about his morning routine and then walked over to the balcony to let the sun in. He pulled back the curtains; and in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was one of those days where the light was just right, the breeze was just right.. Everything was just right. The kind of day you wished you could bottle up and keep in a safe, secret place. All was well for once.

To be continued.

Chaos.

You tell me you’re willing to give up an opportunity of a lifetime to try to give us another shot, to right your wrongs, to earn my trust again. I should be happy..

You’re sitting on the sofa with your head hanging low. I’m pacing the floor. Funny how a moment ago we were in the opposite position; with me on the sofa, head on knees and you were the one pacing. The sky is gray, like the sweater your wearing. Rufus Wainwright and Sigur Ros songs are playing in the background; but for once neither of us is listening.

I pace because I don’t know what else to do with my body, my limbs. I don’t want to stop and see your face. See the sadness in your eyes. The sadness that I caused. I pace because I don’t want you to know how fragile I am. How easily it actually is to sway me. That all you’d have to do is hold me and I’d take back my decision. The decision that neither of us want, but is what we need.

I have to appear firm with this decision, or else we’d be doomed.

You look away at the balcony, face unreadable and looking at nothing in particular. What are you thinking about? What are you feeling? I can assume, but won’t you just tell me your thoughts my love?

I glance at you. I have a million and one thoughts running through my head and a number of emotions coursing through my body; making me feel ill. Hurting you like this hurts me. Hurts me more than I thought it would.

This silence is heartbreaking.

It wasn’t silent earlier. Earlier we were arguing. It was messy with the sound of our raised voices and music and the sounds of the TV show neither of us were watching. I was telling you about what was going to happen. You were saying it didn’t have to be like this. That there was another way. I was telling you not to be stupid. That sacrificing your future for me wasn’t worth the risk. I told you that you knew this was coming for a while now. You ask me if this past few weeks haven’t been good, that we’d been good together. I look away and say it has; that’s why this is so much more harder to do.

But please, we both knew this was coming eventually. Don’t sit there and expect me to believe that you thought this sense of euphoria, this happiness would last. It’s been so long since we’ve held each other, and laughed at each other and did all those silly things we used to. You were so far away and now your not. It’s been so long, that we decided to ignore the elephant in the room, the cloud that was rolling in, at least for awhile. That’s why we did it. Because, just for a little while, we wanted things to be happy and how they used to be. We both know why. We wanted to enjoy each other before we said goodbye.

We knew it would make things harder in the end, but we didn’t care. I wasn’t thinking about the repercussions of taking that ring and wearing it, of playing tag with you, of letting you hold my hand, letting you kiss me, letting sweep me off my feet all over again. I knew better, but I didn’t care. I regretted it when nightfall came, when I was alone with my thoughts. But that regret was brief. Now I think it will never leave me.

I’m sorry for so many things. I’m sorry I used you. I’m sorry I let things just stay stagnant where there were. I’m sorry I was a big part of why we never moved on when we said we would. I’m sorry I took the ring, gave you hope that we would be okay. I’m sorry it took me this long to let us go, to realise what was right and doing it. I’m sorry what’s right fucking hurts. I’m sorry I have to hurt you this way baby. I’m sorry I’m the bad guy. I’m sorry I’m following my head and what’s rational, instead of following my heart like you do.

But you wear your heart on your sleeve for me. I’m still trying to figure out how to show mine to you.

I can’t take this anymore. I hate seeing you this dejected. I want to hold you, tell you everything is going to be alright. Take back what I’ve just said, the decision I’ve just made. But that’s what got us in this mess in the first place didn’t it. You have no clue the power you have over me. The sway you have. I can’t trust myself around you; around you all my inhibitions fade away which isn’t always a good thing. With you, my steadfast spirit floats away like wisps of smoke.

I stop pacing. I look at you sitting there, head hanging low. I hold on to myself. To stop myself from shaking, from falling apart; maybe I’m trying to keep my decision from breaking apart too. Your hair is long and messy. You kept it that way cause you know I like it like that way. You take off your glasses and put them back on. You look up again, looking at everything and nothing in particular. Not looking at me. I feel my throat getting tight. Shit, I’m such a fool aren’t I. I walk over to you and get down on my knees so I can look up at your face. I push my body between your legs and take your face in my hands. I smile sadly up at you. I hate seeing you this sad. I hate making you this sad. I stroke your hair and say “Maybe there’s another way…”

so much for moving on.

Looking a Little Differently.

Once, I was in a crowded bus. It was packed to the brim with locals and foreigners, all sense of personal space ignored. There I stood, a somewhat arrogant and cheeky smile playing on my face. Strangers stared at me with nowhere else to look; wondering, puzzled about what I was laughing at. Why, you of course. Isn't it obvious? In this packed bus, I laugh at those who have seemed to have lost all sense of manners and decency that our parents instilled in us at tender ages. All manners and decency, lost (or at the very least, momentarily stored away) as they push in and out, all fighting for that empty seat or as they elbow another for more room.

I use my naturally big eyes to search and scan, but most if all to observe. I see the old grandmother hanging on for dear life as the driver makes sharp turns (far too sharp for a vehicle that big) And the teenage boy seated right in front of her, doing his best to avoid her eyes.. And the guilt. I see many wary faces. I see the annoyed man, annoying others by pushing against them. I watch the over-exaggerated facial expressions of people having some sort of worthless conversation about that cute guy that they regularly stalk. I smile at the silliness of it all, how barbaric people become over something as petty as an open seat. What silly folk these people were! I would never do that. Never would I compromise my virtues the way they do.

But still, I liked to watch. It's amusing what people do when they think others aren't watching. Perhaps that is why God gifted me with my big, almond shaped eyes. So I could see the beauty, the truth, the horror or the amusement in the little things. To admire that of which people usually shun and ignore. Perhaps He wanted me to notice. So there I was; observing, seeing, and noticing.

Then my eyes fell upon a man. He was an old man, seated by the window. No one paid him any mind; in fact, most avoided him because of his vagabond appearance. His clothes were faded and tattered, his face dull and hidden behind an untidy, unkept, bushy moustache. He was probably even responsible for one of the many exotic smells wafting throughout the cramped bus. But his eyes were what caught my eye. His eyes had a mischievous twinkle. They were the one youthful thing about him. This roused my curiosity. He too scanned around him, his moustache twitching every time he smiled. He looked around, laughed, muttered to himself. Frankly he looked mad to the rest of the temporary occupants of the evening bus; but I knew different; I recognised that somewhat arrogant, somewhat knowing and cheeky smile, because the same smile was playing across my face.

At one point he noticed me watching, and for the longest moment I have ever experienced, we stared at each other with that same smile, with that same cheeky twinkle in our eyes. That was when I realised something I should have a long time ago. I want to grow old to be that old man; I want to be as observant as I am now, if not more. I want to know that little inside joke. I don’t care if I looked mad; I wanted to be someone who had experienced the world. I wanted to be someone who could sit in a crowded bus and have the RIGHT to mock people’s awful behaviour in my head, to watch them. I want to have eternally youthful eyes. I never want to tire of watching.

His stop came before mine. He had barely gotten up, and already a lady that looked like a ball of jell-o was pushing and shoving to claim the seat for herself. She shoveed the old man out of the way and he shakes his head in annoyance and mutters something sarcastic that makes me laugh. He looks up, sees me watching. And just before he gets off the bus, he takes one last look at me and we enjoy a laugh together. There we were, strangers. But in that crowded bus, we were friends with our own inside joke; because we both saw things others didn’t. We were of same kin.

My First.

I first had the itch to get one abut 5 years ago. I didn't know much about it at all at the time, except for the hideous misconception that people who had them were 'bad'. I wondered if I was bad too, or weird for wanting one.Then I started pondering of what I should get. I asked my dad's permission. He told me to research and pray before I do something I was going to regret, so I did. I researched and fell in love with the art of tattooing. The history, the cultures, the stories mesmerized me. I couldn't get enough. I knew so much about it, made me want one even more. Till today, I say it was my love of tattoos that made me truly appreciate and fall in love with art. I was never an artsy fartsy person. Perhaps it was just cause I hadn't found that one medium that could truly draw me in. But one day I saw this piece on this guys arm; It was fantastic, colourful with that contradictory element which I love so much. Sadistic yet quirky. I wanted to know where he got the inspiration for such a tattoo, and found out it was actually a painting by an artist. I quickly Google-d this artist, started looking at artist like him.. and the rest I guess you could say was history.

The idea definately evolved over the years. It went from being just one word, to having a script. Went from Kanji to Hebrew to Sanskrit till it finally became Tengwar (elvish)

The word was faith. My faith in my fellow men, which was both my strength and my weakness. My strength because I had faith in people when no one else did. I never judged them. I chose to see the best in them, gave them the benefit of the doubt that many of us never receive. But it was truly my weakness because some would abuse that trust I had in them. Knew I would forgive them; so making the same mistake wasn't an issue cause they knew I'd forgive them. It gets harder and harder to have faith when one keeps abusing it so. My Faith in God, Which was my all. My principals and beliefs and my convictions all revolved around His teachings and I thank Him for that. And that is why I KNOW this was not a mistake. I do not regret it. Not now, not ever. It came out beautifully, more amazing than I imagined.

Thank you Tanith, Kirstie, JonJon, and Honey for being there. It meant alot to me.

Now may I present to you:

FAITH

My Strength, My weakness, My all.

(August 4th 2010)

LONG Overdue.

2009 came and went. It's a brand new day, brand new year. More storms and bright shiny days. to come. And I can't wait.

In rewind:
Thinking back to 2008 and realising how much has happened since then and 2009 is mind blowing. Did all that really happen only within a year?

New weirdo's to call my friends. And reconnecting with old ones.
I've been fortunate enough to meet a plethora of wonderful characters. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that its only been less than a year since I met Tanith. My 1st impression of her wasn't a good one, I thought she didn't much care for me but how did that change. Through this tall, big feet British Malay I got the pleasure of meeting and becoming close friends with Kirstie(Fernando), Rekha, Shoba, and so many more of her random friends. With them I had many late night adventures and found new concert buddies.

2009 also allowed me to meet Amanda Anne Felix, Divanesh Chandra, Preveent and Nadia. We banded together to make Tiki Night and have been friends ever since. I who originally thought Diva and Manda were older than me was surprised to know they were in fact lepas SPM. They make me smile daily and although Diva can be loud and well, Diva-ish at times, his still one of kind. Through this loud bloody Indian and my little bimbo, I met Roshini and Vidya and Suhaib and Sandra. Roshini will never fail to make adorable remarks which never fail to warm you heart. Geourgues Vidya and her smart wit. And because of them I can now proudly say yes, I do have Indian friends! From Klang even! (Doesn't make me any less racist though lol)

I rekindled some flamed friendships and through those I got even more new friends. Jilly. She's matured and changed thank God. Still needs a knock on the head now and again but who doesn't. Through her I met Aaron Jay. Haha, just thinking of him makes me giggle. His pranks, his cheeky glint in his eyes, his straight serious face when telling the most unbelievable of stories and the kinship I feel with him, both of us coming from bizarrely similar family backgrounds.

Amer. My form 3 class mate. Always late, always sleeping, always eating. I was thrown into a class I hated in from 3 and that skinny idiot made it bearable, just by snoring slightly beside me everyday. My English and Science teacher used to call him Sleeping Beauty. If I had finished my English and science work fast I would just do his as well if I was that bored. Our teacher would look, know my handwriting and I'd just say "Miss, even if he was awake he's still copy my work so no difference haha." She's say I have a point and we both would let him continue sleeping.
Atiqah. Met her during basketball and became I became fast friends with this senior of mine as we both came uber early and was my nasi lemak buddy. I haven't seen either of them for almost 2 years and hanging out with them was a WONDERFUL breath of fresh air. The late nights I've been spending with them, the 3 of us making mini adventures of our own in that one month will never be forgotten.

I randomly started a conversation with Caleb Khew one day and we've been friends ever since. With, sarcasm, bloody cheap idiot but is an excellent driver when there's free fast food and awesome possum taste in music. There are still some people who cannot believe I'm somewhat close to him since his such a stonner. What the heck do you guys have in common/what do you guys talk about are the usual questions when I tell them I was watching a movie or had dinner with that unholy bum. He calls me home wrecker/google maps/ googlemapshomewrecker/ love guru and drives me up the wall sometimes, but his lovable in his own annoying way.

Fresh Starts. New Adventures.
Aljer found someone who drives him mad in a good and bad way. He thinks I don't really approve but I do and my concern isn't about Alan's past or indesgrecions; I couldn't be bothered as long as he treats Aljer-kins proper.

Many firsts. I rode on an elephant, fed it, pet a sheep, came face to face with a wild monkey who decided to say hi, started learning to wear makeup, started my long overdue return to Catholic church (I'm still a protestant, but I've always missed the awe and little girl comfort and safety mass used to give me) became more vocal about my political, social, and religious views, all of which have been churning in my head, waiting to come out and be heard.

Survived by myself. Dad went home to Sabah and although I miss him everyday it comforts me to know that his happy and I'm proud of myself for holding down the fort all on my own despite certain unfortunate mishaps.

I got robbed. Came home to a buglar in my house who was more scared than I was. I wasn't scared, I was pissed. I was furious of the idea a random stranger going through my stuff. I thank God I knew self defense, that he didn't take anything, that he didn't have a knife, that he didn't leave any permanant damage; on my home or me.

What I'm most proud of? I've become less tolerant to bullshit. I took actions to get rid of the bad rubbish in my life. I'm tougher but still me. My faith in people not lost, but harder to earn or rather keep. The idea of losing friendships (as precious as it might have been) does not pain me anymore if it is for the best. I go out of my way for people or situations that deserve it. I choose my battles, my comrades, and my choices more wisely now.

Thank you Lord, for bringing the storm. You said I would weather it well, and that I would come out of it strong and renewed and I have. With you beside me to guide me, I am now able to face the next wave. I have truly been blessed within the good and the bad of this year. Thank you for this year Lord, it's been a blast.

Assume Not.

Do not assume to teach me the ways of the world, for I know more of its ways that you assume to. You shall advise, teach, but do not assume you are teaching an insolent child, for that I am not. Do not mistake my anger for a spoilt child's outbreak, for that will only enrage me more, making my loathing grow. My anger should be taken seriously, even though it is unlike yours. I may be fairer in years, but do not shun my experience, the events that have made up my life thus far.
Have you seen what my eyes have seen? Have you heard the sounds I have heard, both beautifully haunting and terrifying? Have you tasted what my lips, my tongue have? The sinfully sweet and horribly bitter? Have your hands touched the skin of the men, women and children I have? Have the same scents I have smelt caressed your nose as well?

I doubt it has, I doubt you know about any of it. The same can be said about myself in your shoes. But I do not assume to know your world, to know more than you. All I ask is for that same respect which I have given you, that of which you have failed to cherish or share.

So I say this. Do not assume you can teach someone about something they already know. Do not assume you know more about the world, for I shall surely rebuke you.

There is not right or wrong in our interpretation of the world and its ways.

Long overdue, cut short.

Okay so a big huge mush THANK YOU to all those of you who came through for me these past week or so. YOU GUYS ROCK MY SOCKS!

For those of you who didn't know, I recently came home to a thief who attempted to rob and attack me. He didn't get to do either thankfully cause in the end other than raiding my fridge, he didn't have time to steal anything (got time to eat no time to steal lol) cause I came home when I did and he tried running away whereby he tried attacking me but self defense classes paid off so he didn't nail his punches and ran. I am also now homeless cause my family will not let me live in my own home and I am now crashing at Maxxie's house.

Updates you say? Well now let's see.

1. I made a new (well, somewhat) friend! Her name be Amanda, she be amazing. (pic below).
   
2. Kishy-kins is officially an adult! 21 baby!
3. I'm the new, somewhat reluctant president of Rotaract.
4. My 19th! It was awesome! Spent the eve of with Mel & Tanith at an Arabian place, the day of with Manda and her family, and the night of with AbgBesar, Aljer, their boyfriends and Honey-chan. (pics below)
5. Pahang Trip. Met cute German guy, played with sheep and an assortment of animals and got bruised and battered from 4 wheel drive jungle trekking. Also got elbowed in the face by Honey but it way all good, it was worth it! (pics below)
6. Indian Cultural Night. Indians and drama go hand in hand. (pics below)
7. MTV World Stage. (pics below)
   

In regards to update number 3, I also decided to drop a bombshell and announce my new Vice. I know there is going to be a lot of people who are not going to be happy with my decision, some have already voiced it out to others but at this point, with the amount of work I have to do to fix this club, I can't afford to take care of other's feeling. I'm trying to ensure what's best for the club and this is what I believe is best. I need someone who I have faith can do work and pull through the stress. I know some might think it was a rash decision made in the spur of the moment, but that isn't the case. I've put plenty of thought into this and like I said yesterday, if you have a problem or questions about it come see me and I'll do my best to ease any worries you might have regarding this. You all said I can do this and you all have my back so this is my 1st act as president, so support me now, you didn't doubt I could be president, don't doubt me now.


Manda!

my 19th! (yes I sticker censored my boobies)

Pahang madness.


Indian Cultural Night. Spot the new Vice.

World stage, Hoobastank *faints*

Dude, You're Such A Girl.

Dude, I can swear I've never had a bad word against you(and the only shit I've had against you I told you about it to your face so dare you say otherwise) so my question is, after months of silence, you out of nowhere come and attack me with rumours and decide to be all close and cuddly with someone who YOU hated with the fury of hades.. you sakit mane?

Even she thinks you are behaving like a girl. And I couldn't agree more. You suddenly decide to hate me for no valid reason(PMS) and then go gossip worse than aunties, then decide it's your civic duty to 'warn' people that I'm the spawn of satan and I'm gonna murder all of them in their sleep, spread rumours which are so far from true that they fucking probably originated from Timbuktu, get involved in matters that have NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, bitch about me some more to another bitch, act all friendly with me to my face and bitch two seconds later.. You're more of a girl than I am wei. Congratulations.

I'd suggest a sex change but I don't want my friend to become a lesbian cause she's dating you.

I'm not angry, I'm just confused why you PMS and take it out on me. But yea my advice to you is this: get your fact straight before you bitch so YOU don't look like a fool, you not happy with me you fucking come talk to me properly like a normal adult(since you claim to be one) and stop putting women folk to shame, we got the drama shit down already.

Hello. Went to cousin's place today. Had a durian and cempedak FEAST. Played with my adorable niece and nephew. Did four winnie the pooh puzzles 5 times over. Took my 'boyfriend' for a walk. Now stuck on marketing assignment.





There was still SO many left that we hadn't opened yet.

The man behind the fruits

He loves the mangosteens

Even the doggies wanted in on the action.

Mori, Honey & Shopping.

My dinner.

This is going to be a very high school girly 'OMG' post so bear with me ya? This past week or so I've spending more time with my bestie, Honey. Why is that so special? Cause we haven't seen each other in awhile and we're a little back dated on each other's lives. We're total opposites, but its amazing that no matter how long we haven't seen each other, when we do, everything just falls into place, as if we just saw each other yesterday. She knows my habits, I know hers. She knows my likes and dislikes, and I know hers. She doesn't force me to divulge anything I don't want to, she knows my views on certain things like i love you's cause she feels the same way. She doesn't need a ku-ku case dictionary, she's the freaking author. The one who deciphers me best, facial expressions and intonations and all. And now the fact we're besties has been proven further. How? Well, she's a Vincci fan and she was itching to get a pair which she fell in love with. And she did get them. But guess what? So did I. Hers is gold, mine is silver. Just like us, totally different, but match perfectly.

Haha! this fits us so well cause back in high school she would always complain how she wanted bigger boobies and I wanted smaller ones (I almost cried when I went from B to C ok) And she would randomly karate chop my non-existant longkang between my boobies, especially during P.E and I was so used to it I stopped trying to stop her and act like biasa only and people would stare at us weirdly like wtf. Haha! ahh.. good times..



The shoes mentioned above. *slurp*


Oh, and me got me new shades too!


The girl who thought me how to ham it up for the camera.




Haha, and I ruin her moment lol.

My very own china doll. Love you babe. And you know I mean it.

Boogaloo.

Hola. So yesterday I had an interesting conversation with my favourite little goth that went something like this:

*Sasha tries calling me. I cancel the call and proceed to text her*
YoursTruly: I'm in class. What's up? Are you okay?
Sasha: Yes, I'm fine, I know this is gonna sound weird to you but I had a VERY disturbing dream last night in where I read you obituary! You died.

So apparently, according to my obituary, I died from murder. I was shot in the head from a crazy ex-boyfriend in one of those 'If I can't have you, nobody can!' situations. Nice to know I'm shoo special lol wtf. It must have been one hell of a long obituary. A long winded obituary for a long winded person, how apt.

Honestly, I'm rather.. disappointed. I mean, I always thought if I was going to get murdered, it would be in the same way I myself would kill. Something slow, gruesome, torturous and messy. Being shot in the head is too easy, you die way too fast and hardly enough blood. But ah well, dreamers can't be choosers I guess.

How would you choose to get murdered? Any preferences?

Yes, I'm twisted, sadistic and morbid. Blame fairy tales dude, its what made me this way.

YoursTruly just came home from watching Transformers. It be awesome! Jetfire was a funny old geezer and bumblebee is just too adorable. I was lucky to have a manic fan sitting beside me (Max) which just made the experience all the more fun, minus the random fist bumps. There was one point where I didn't like a certain angle of a certain scene and that made me smile thinking "that's the future broadcaster in me talking wheee!"


Especially dedicated to Caleb and his reverence for the H of S.H.E.

HEBE IS PRWEETY.

Happy mister? =)

The Ku-ku Case Dictionary(translations provided)

• What Ku-ku?! = What nonsense you talking about?

• Mampus aku. = I'm a dead duck.

• kau giler ke?! = are you mentally disturbed?

• Siou kah??!! = Are you mentally disturbed chinese version

• Whack you upside down! = I shall turn you on your head and administer a beating.

• yao mou gao cuo ah = dude, you serious??

• Oh mak kau babi hutan pukimak sial = Comes out when ku-ku case melatar's.

• Babi hutan = You is a wild boar.

• Dude = Dude.

• Alrighty! = Yes, ok.

• Awesome Possum! = that possum is so awesome.

• Betui? = Betul kan?

• If you say so. = Only said if Ku-ku casee is pissed off/merajuking/ whatever dude.

Thank you for spending time reading this brief but insightful.. whatever this is. Kaythanksyoubyemuax.

Tiki Tiki.

There was joy, laughter, arguments, drama, scandals, pranks, deadlines, happy faces, not-so happy faces, and an all out rocking session. No, I'm not talking about a new reality tv show, I'm talking about Orientation Night for the June session 2009 hosted by the Rotaract Club. It's finally over and all of us can breathe a sigh of relief. Adrian and Adel did a fantastic job, kudos to them. I just hope I didn't disappoint Adrian as his second in command. I knew I could have definitely done better, and there are moments where I let my irritation for someone and stress of the whole situation get the better of me but hopefully I made up for it. All in all it was a good night, sponsors were happy and so were we. Reza Salleh and Black Light Banquet(Yes, I remember your bands name) were awesome possum of course we could have planned a more rocking event but I think all in all, with the time limit and challenges we had, I think we did ok. You could definitely see the amount of relief in everyone's faces once everything was done and you could feel it in the way all of us were letting loose and joking around during the after party. Haha, the after party was cool. Mindy is such an Indian and conspiracy was born at that table. To the entire committee, awesome job guys. Thank you so much for putting in your time, effort, blood and sweat. Now, the shaping of the new Rotaract.

Oh, last week a few of us had an impromptu old mates gathering with a few of my high school mates. It was nice, it was fun. I liked Adrian's tie. Ate at Ole' Ole' Bali and then minus a few of them, we had a mamak session in usj 1. Oh and I created a new trend. At a red traffic light, whip out you camera, roll down the window, and take picture of the other car of friends, subsequently blinding the rest of the road with you shocking flash. Yes, I'm a trend setter. Pictures pictures.

Omg I miss her so so so much.

With 2 awesome possum dudes.

While waiting for convoy car no. 3

Reunion.

Too Much, Too Soon, Too Fast.

It was a game. A simple game among those who knew each other for years, for a month, or didn't know each other at all. But that made the game more dangerous, more exciting. Secrets revealed, the answers to questions you may never find out otherwise. The game was simple enough. It was called S&P. One had to say a word and the next person had to say another word that related but no words that starts with the letter S or P. Penalty was to answer to a question. A truth.

They started the game. They were sitting beside each other. a girl and a boy. The girl, someone who was breathing. Breathing new air after ending a relationship with someone that was well, rather amazing. But alas, circumstances. She had put a lot of heart and even some soul into that relationship, learning to do the impossible for her.. Trusting without her guards up. But that trust was taken away from her and now here she was, putting on convincing fronts. Healing from the rage of losing it, and mourning the loss of him.

Then there was the boy. A boy who has had feelings for the girl for a long time. Feelings that at moments in time, were returned, albeit briefly. It had only been a week since the said break up, and it was rather bittersweet for him. Watching her cry and mourn, knowing how much she wanted to make that relationship with the other boy work made his heart hurt. He didn't like seeing her unhappy, and losing him was making her unhappy. But then again, he has said, confessed to her that he would wait, wait for this day to come so that he can finally make her his, and that day has finally come. She knew how he felt for her. She just needed to heal and he was already waiting, what was a little longer. And he knew how fragile she was. She's was close to being his and they would both be happy, he knew it. But for now, they were still friends. For now.

The boy got a penalty. Everyone was laughing, smiling eagerly as they thought of the perfect question to ask this boy they were meeting for the first time. Finally it came, from one of the girl's close friends. "How do you really feel about the girl?"

He answered "Honestly? Well, I'm not gonna lie, I'm madly in love with this girl. Have been for a long time. And I understand why whats-his-face would want to find a way to keep her, she's a gem, but I wouldn't lie to her for eight months to do it. I'd never lie to her."

Around her, her friends were going "aww!" and waxing poetic on how poetic it was. But not her. Her smile dropped, she became quiet. Later that night she shouted at her friend who asked that question, saying it was out of line for him to do so. He didn't see how she could be upset, that she should be happy. But she wasn't. She was freaked out. She felt like she was on a plank and her friends were pushing her closer and closer to the edge. This was getting out of hand. She knew the boy was a good guy, that she would be happy with him. But isn't it her choice who she dates? Is it wrong that she wants to enjoy her newly found freedom? She knew he was waiting and she felt bad for him, but she had told him time and time again not to. She didn't want him to. She wanted everything to stop. The waiting, the constant teasing from friends, how barely even a week into her breakup, there they are calling him her future boyfriend. Yes they were close, and yes they sometimes behaved as a couple would but she knew she had to give him commitment, that he deserves it but that was something she could not give him or anyone for awhile. It was all spinning around her. It was too fast too soon and she felt like she was being tossed into a whirlpool. She felt sorry for doing this to the boy, felt like crap for hurting him. But she had to get out. Too much, too fast, too soon.

The boy looked at his phone for the millionth time. No messages from the girl. It's been that way for about a week now. Since that night. He knew she was fragile and now he had scared her away. He forced too much on her, too fast, too soon. He felt like such an idiot, because after all those months of waiting, in one night, in one sentence, he got impatient and restless. And now he had lost her. The boy looked at his phone again knowing it was not going to ring.

Slow down. For both our sakes.