PIE..!

I effing need you...

Highlight of the Day

I would do almost anything, it seems, to get to my ultimate since-childhood calling of becoming a doctor.

Including repeating a foundation year with kids (excuse me- YOUNG ADULTS) two years younger than me.

The things we do for love...

Let this be an ample lesson for me not to screw around and to change my way of life!

On one hand, I'm sad to be leaving my friends of almost two years. On the other, a good change of environment may be exactly what I need to progress from my current state of mind and body. I do not think I am wasting a total of three years' worth of my life- rather, I'm excited and curious to see how things turn out.

Hopefully otou-san takes this lightly. He can't be too pleased that I'm joining my brother in The Academic Lagfest *sigh*

Of BN Hats and PAS Kopiahs

The title itself seems derogatory, but it seems they are able to belong in one place- just as anything in this world that are, seemingly, mortal enemies. Of course, as this blog is titled, anything other than God is ephemeral before the day of judgement- and that may, of course, refer to mortal enmity, if such a phrase ever existed. I ain't ever sure of my usage of words no more (Heck, even the former sentence is derogatory)!

So once upon a time, a man in his fleeting forties decided to do just that- unite two things that seem to squabble at each other in their inanimate form and be okay with it all. He wore a BN hat to his golfing activities, to the dismay of his fellow PAS colleagues and at the end of the week attended a tazkirah session complete with a jallabiyya and a PAS kopiah, to the surprise of his BN colleagues. When I asked how that worked out, he merely shrugged. 'I like the BN hat, and I like the PAS kopiah', he dismissed, completely at ease with his decisions. I had to laugh.

Radical supporters (or less, if that be the case) would probably jeer at this man from over here. But that's where the simplicity of such actions become obvious- overseas, people are less aware and fanatic of the political situations, however much they support one party and keep up with the latest news through online newspapers or phone calls made by relatives. It's so much easier not to bother with a situation when you're that far from it, no matter how concerned you may get with news and headlines of violence and neverending disagreements between the two sides. It's sheer bliss, if you ask me. You wouldn't be coerced into giving your opinions to a seemingly neutral person who might bite your head off if you decide to voice out completely different thoughts to what that person may think is true. It's simpler and causes less unneeded hassle. Besides, why should we fight one of our own? It's illogical, that's a fact I have no need to point out. However, the fragile beings that we are ourselves find it hard to govern our actions without being affected by emotions and personal needs. It's the singular trait that defines us as humans.

So let's imagine this: Remember the story of the king and the conman who had wittingly succeeded in making him believe that a magical thread detectable by smarts existed, and can be fashioned into the most beautiful garment? Let's say, in this particular story, that the king has been very effective in developing his country and loved by almost all who had witnessed how great of a country he made during his reign of supreme over the years- it would be the only explanation why so many were wont to believe the same lies the king has been deceived with, since he had their trust and almost anyone trusts his judgement. EVEN if that particular judgement may seem foolish. To the people who adore and respect this king, who had eased their lives by providing them better and more numerous jobs, thus improving their lifestyle, his word is like that of God- it is irrefutably true. So much easier to believe as they've been in the country, gone through the changes and believed everything the king has said, never having left the country to explore and gain more knowledge of the outside world.

Then along came a boy, ten years old at the most, seeing this king everyone's been talking about on his visit home (his family, the rarer kind of the citizens of that country, are travellers and explorers)- and he cannot believe his eyes! Why is The Great King everyone's been talking about prancing about naked? SURELY they cannot believe that a garment can be fashioned out of such impossibly magical threads! And, being the sharp, quick-witted boy, he spoke the real truth- revealing the fact of the matter, that even a king is prone to human mistakes. As everyone present abruptly break out of their stupor and realize the truth in this child's words, and the foolishness that they have been committing, the king, realizing he had revealed his vulnerability and being the human that he is, started to hold a grudge against this boy.

As is prone to the elderly, this grudge does not disappear quickly. The king used everything under his power to make this child miserable throughout his life, and with each attempt realizes how clever the child is, foiling his every plan to do so. Accusations were thrown of lies and usury as this child struggles to claim his birthright- the right to govern people with his vision and profound knowledge of what's right and what's not. The ultimate battle of wits came when the child, now an adult, was destined to face the Crown Prince to fight for the role of the army general- a fight for the trust of the majority of the soldiers.

The king has never lost throughout his life, and had made an impression on the people. However, as years go by, more and more of his citizens grew wary of the king's continued actions and statements against the promising youth, who, outside the rumour mills, seemed quite a decent man. The battle came, and this youth, aided by his confident demeanour and easily approachable leadership, won the majority! The Crown Prince was left to wallow in his incompetence, at the very least in the eyes of his own father. Putting on a brave face, he faced the country still, managing to wrangle a high position in the High Council instead (aided and abetted by his father, of course).

I feel sorry for the youth. All that promise, winning a battle only to have realization dawn upon him that the king is yet to throw more manure in his face in the battles yet to come. And all because of what? A silly old grudge that an old man cannot seem to handle! It's sad, since both are supposedly rooting for the same cause- trying to bring greater good to the people in the country- and yet we, as humans, no matter how kingly, cannot bear the fact that someone might topple us off the top- even for the better.

In the end, the king should realize that only God is permanent and governs all. The king will leave the earth someday, definitely leaving his mark; and given all that he's done, he should realize that everything good he has achieved can easily be wiped out by an overwhelming amount of unsightly residues of his dirty games. If anything, the old man should realize that at one point or the other he will have to relinquish his power to someone more worthy. He should probably let the process come naturally and not try to 'botox' his reign into the country, lest the people start seeing through his facade.

Mati Ye (Dia) Syndrome

Mati Ye (Ye being the substitue word for dia) Syndrome is defined as the act of constantly giving reasons/excuses for not doing something for the sole purpose of not wanting to do it. It is an inside joke referring to 'heavy boneness'- in essence, it's actually referring to laziness.

Laziness itself has a wide scope. Procrastinating, running away from matters at hand, or even what you initially consider as fear itself, may actually be an indication of laziness simmering underneath your lack of actions. Frankly speaking, I've known only a handful of people who haven't showed the slightest sign of being lazy. Obviously, I'm not one of them, which is why I can write such elaborately convincing topics on the whole matter, and actually inspire such a unique name for something so... drab, so common. Being the inspiration for something inherently makes you think of a role model of said realized inspiration. And in this case, I truly feel like a role model of laziness.

Do I feel lazy?

I most certainly do not. Be it the case of utter stupiditis, denial syndrome or God-knows-wtfery of a fancy name that I have the ability to concoct, I have conviction that I am not lazy. The only logical reason (again with the reasoning and excusing), I would surmise, why one of my most beloved persons is calling me thus is because said person has not seen me in such a long time and is still reminiscing on the old times, i.e my 8-year-old ratty self, and associating that image with my current actions. Said person still remembers my late-noon morning rise-and-shine routines all those years ago, which happens only on specific days and at specific places. What the person doesn't know is the fact that I do almost all my evasive maneuvers to avoid seeing the faces of people I-have-no-idea-in-my-heart-why I can't face, and, if my unusual sleeping habits are accountable for said 'mornings', I do what I thought works in making myself more of a productive member of society. Which, apparently, isn't the case. It takes a girl a while to learn and earn her own lessons.

I DID mention earlier that conviction, more often than not, leads to stubbornness.

So I can probably blame my innate sense of 'stubbornity' for my actions now.

Which leads me back to proving my most unfortunate demise of being a bearer of the infamous Mati Ye Syndrome.

It's funny how I end up thinking I've reasoned some matters and abruptly realize that my 'flawless logic' is on a spherical track, leading me straight back to where I've started. Had I stopped earlier I would've stopped the course and proved myself right, at least for part of the journey. The unquenchable thirst of getting myself to the end, however, hastily pushes me forward to my inevitable ending, one I've foreseen SO many times and yet never seem to grasp. One I delusionally thought I could escape from, but always fail doing so. Another path charted on my perfect little sphere of delusions, whereupon each path, led by my bluntness, never stray from its course- Always going the straight way, plundering through marked paths of aforetimes, to reach its final destination. Its initial destination. The starting point.

I sometimes wonder why it is that my head spins with anticipation, words tumbling out of my consciousness, when I'm arguing something passionately with someone. My vision becomes blurry, ears ringing, orientation somewhat deteriorating. The inability to concentrate, the heave of the stomach... a familiar sense of being spun around too many times on a swivel chair. I now realize that my body is doing what I subconsciously think of my reasoning- it's actually going around in a circle.

My most beloved people are telling me to do a 180. To change my lifestyle. And to do that, I will be forced to change the essence of everything that made my lifestyle what it is-

I have to change me.

So Long...

It takes one strike.
Not two. Not three.
A single resounding clash of ball against strong wood gone.
No tries or chances,
SURELY you've had practice...?
Understand that we need the utmost single accuracy
the thunderous impact of wood and leather.
Above the fence! Even better
NEVER a mistake, NOT another
Pitch.

No glitch.
No technical error
behind this screen, gone blank
still as water; lurking crocodiles.
Meant there, so it was
An unspeakable atrocity
Covered up as 'Fate'
that soon, you will appreciate.

It was no mistake on my behalf;
No excuse that you would have;
Undecided, the last laugh;
yours or mine we both would starve

Decimated; burning true,
Blazing fires- not red, but blue,
THEY won't know just what to do;
No one else but me...
And you.

Adieu.

ARGH

I'm leaving already and there is absolutely no need for me to express how depressed I am again- but yet again, I'm writing merely for the sake of writing over here, at home, for the last time in the next 6 or 7 months.

I miss this place already!



When will I not look forward to going home?

Awakening

When I close my eyes
To this paradox place
I'll fly away
Far away from here
I get away and dream
Dream of you

When it's all said and done
And the night has come
I'll disappear
Take flight on the wind of wishing you were here
Fading light
Like a star whose life has been gone for years

And I'll fly
Fly across the sky
And I'll leave
Leave it all behind
If you'll be here
Here with me tonight
I'll be fine

Performed by Mae

=O

Way off track

Driving the golf cart isn't half as exhilarating as a quadbike, but still has its cons. For one, it resembles more of a car so it should give me more expertise on driving a car. Unfortunately, it doesn't provide confidence as much as it provides experience.

Disagreeable treaties

Marshmallows are weird things. You could look at them and feel like barfing one day, and the next be craving them like nobody's business. I have devoured almost 20 pieces of sweet, puffy white gelatinous goodness only this morning and still want more. Could be the effect of microwaving them. I don't know. Next experiment: place one on top of a Galaxy chocolate and see how things turn out. I'm betting on the innovation of a tasty new treat unbeknownst to me!

Flies are annoying... What?

Has it really been ten days? It seems unfair when you consider the velocity of time against fun, cherishable moments. Of course no form of Physics graph would correspond to that particular statement but it's still ridiculous. Why can't the time with loved ones last as long as boring lectures of the same period?

And I styled my brother's hair for his trip back across the sea... (Lol I just had to write that so I'd remember what kind of mess I made)

Treating yourself to two ice creams and eating them while being driven around in a golf cart by a maniacal brother ain't recommended anymore. ESPECIALLY when he insists on being fed with HIS ice cream. While driving. Possible consequences:

1. Crashing into the pavement
2. Crashing into a woman on her bike
3. Crashing into another car- parked and obviously unmoving

All of which were within a few seconds of occurring.

I wish my brain could take pictures of those moments that you couldn't actually snap with normal cameras and display them whenever I want them displayed- at least in my mind's head.

The only downside is constantly getting chores, but that in itself is still fun!

Brownie-making time!

Motto!

As in, Japanese for 'more'.

My newest anime obsession, though it's almost 5 years old already:

GAKUEN ALICE!

It's about a special school/government research facility in Japan for special children/teenagers with special abilities, revolving around a 10 year old (I think) girl, Sakura Mikan, who is a bit on the airheaded side but determined and loyal nonetheless. It starts when her best friend, Imai Hotaru, a seemingly cold, money-centric yet unbelievably kind and thoughtful genius left their school in the village to pursue her studies in a special school in Tokyo. Unable to let her go, Mikan decides to look for Hotaru in the city, with the help of a postcard, on which the view outside Hotaru's window is depicted. When she reaches the school, she was obviously unable to enter- but an unexpected turn of events involving a strange, cat-masked boy with fire powers and an apparently 'perverted' male teacher abruptly allowed her to see Hotaru- by entering the school! Mikan has no idea how her world would change in a school that made the extraordinary seem ordinary...

As expected of me, I finished the whole anime series (26 episodes in total) in less than two days. Even though the story revolves around a child, I loved it regardless- probably because it resembles Harry Potter and X-Men with a light-hearted, anime spin. Trying to read the manga but, as usual, it is proving to be a pain in the butt- waiting for pages to load and not being able to turn the pages... Eurgh. I would feel better if I downloaded it; unfortunately I can't find the zip file anywhere.

And so, the holidays are flashing past me in a flurry of eating festivities and chaotic Midgie events. To my surprise (and dismay) I find it hard to stay up at night, the way I usually 'roll' during the past holidays- come 8 p.m my eyelids are already starting to lower their anchors, ready to dock on the Sea of Purple Pillows- thus limiting my gaming, online-chatting, anime-watching time. PRECIOUS time before the academic year kicks in again.

My body is taking revenge on the past sleepless nights!

WHYY???!

Oh well. Lol, it has to be a good sign, finally getting the right amount of sleep at the RIGHT TIME. The whole point of holidays!

My brother should be returning today; if he is, I will look forward to driving the golf cart around the compound, hopefully without any serious injuries, mechanical or otherwise! Nyahahaha!

Currently singing: Garden of Everything by Maaya Sakamoto feat. Steve Conte

Here We Are

I woke up to find myself on a big, fluffy bed, drooling on one of six pillows strewn around my head.

A perk of one ear indicated the very much welcome sound of a woman waking me up. Hold on... that's my MOM.

... And those giggling voices are my SISTERS. Preparing for school, on a Saturday...?

No wait a sec. Of course. I'm HOME!

A promise of a nice refreshing walk around the compound turned stale as I helped my excited, beloved mother chop beef (always a great early-morning exercise) for a curried lunch. I explored more of the ever-blossoming gardens around the house, courtesy of Mother Greenfingers, before sweeping the newly-made treehouse and swinging on a blue swinging bench, one of my favorite highlights of the grounds. I'd forgotten to check if the flowers on the path crossing the front yard, dubbed the PGL Path, actually bloomed in the mornings- all was lost to a box of banana milk and some seriously retarded karaokeing.

This early? Of course ^^

There's no place like home, even if going on the internet means squishing myself between a stinky just-woken-up brother (hehehe) and a standing fan, with no apparent use right now- I mean, the weather's freezing to me. It's like 15 degrees! A few years ago that would've been pleasant...

And adorable not-so-little-anymore brother is viewing a selection of anime screenshots. Just like the usual.

A long-arse, tiring transit and some seriously slow, loud immigration officers vanished from my thoughts as I arrived, half confused, looking around to be startled by three weird figures - one tall and two midget-like- running towards me full speed. On midgetkin carried a bouquet of two roses (can that even be considered a bouquet?) and the other a blue bag. I almost shouted with relief.

My beloved Dad, the best Dad in the world, with my adorable sister and brother, a pair out of two. My heart exploded with affection. All exhaustion and former irritation disappeared as a huge grin made its way to my face. That, in itself, was worth all the trouble and exhaustion for the past 18 hours, the reason I coped with every unpleasant person I've encountered.

And now goat-like bro goofs with one of my favorite Breaking Benjamin tune.

There is, indeed, no place like home.

Happy Square Root Day!

If you're wondering what in the name of feck that is...

03.03.09 --> 03 x 03 = 09

Mmkay? ^^ And it's awesome coz we won't be getting another one until April 4th, 2016.

So, Happy Square Root Day!

I wonder if your mathematical abilities increase on this day... =/

Good to Go

Plastic bags filled with an assortment of oddbits litter the room, while in a corner sat a green box filled to the brim with trash, one-third of which is composed of used tissues. On a still-covered bed, a girl's nose runs freely as she tries to stem the flow with more tissues. The plastic bag full of junk food ruffles slightly in front of her and she glances, again, at a bar of chocolate, feeling guilty but gluttonous at the same time. She hesitates momentarily before reaching out and grabbing the white-and-red wrapped ephemeral delight, only to set it down next to her as she occupies herself with her laptop.

Writing about this.

I am 87% packed and ready to go. Looking at the pile of two weeks' worth of unwashed clothes, I began to wonder if the laundry place near my aunt's house would be able to have them ready by tomorrow.

I can't say I'm missing this place already, because truth be told, I don't. I probably miss my friends and the memories we had here, but not the room in itself - although I think I do appreciate the view from the window I've had for the past four months or so of my stay here. I really would miss the relatively clean toilets here as well. I think I would miss the fact that I have a double mattress for staying in a room with only one other room mate for a room made for four people. I would miss the space and privacy.

You know what? I guess I will miss this place after all.

But I would never long for it as much as I long to go home.

I'm writing this solely for the sake of blogging for what would be the last time in this room 'cause I'm just a sap like that. Oh and by the way, I finished watching the whole VK series that I have just obtained from a friend!

I nodded off quite a bit two episodes to the end because I was hella tired but I made it. I stowed away my precious external HDD to easy my last-minute packing process later, but I still have internet, which is always good =)

Can't wait to get back home and spend time with the family!

Yayz!

Yay! Throw out the streamers, blow all the horns, 'cause I'm officially EXAM-FREE!

For the next two months or so anyways.

But let's not dwell on details shall we? I have a VK marathon (I've read all the manga but never had time to watch the anime) to attend, and possibly about 30 other anime/J-Drama to watch over the course of the next few months... or weeks.

And of course, how could I forget my family, whom I will be seeing in about 3 days (3 days! OMG!) and my lovely, LOVELY home beside the sea...

Great, another 'Store Key' announcement. Oh well. I have the delicious vampires to watch now, gotta dash! =)

*Hums a merry tune*