So Many Changes, So Little Time...!

I'm going nuts here.

My hair's changed, drastically.

So have my eyes (albeit VERY temporarily, or so I hope).

My bank account was more filled than it had been in many months, only to be emptied within the range of a few days to its normal... aerated... state.

My cozy, tiny little room over at my aunt's, which actually happen to be her son's, is now filled with stuff that are haphazardly packed and (sorta) ready to go. But that's only half of all that I intend to bring x.x

I'm excited. Because of that, I'm scared crapless. Nothing good ever came out of being too excited about something, in my case- except for vacations in RT.

Arghh! I'm confused!

I've also been playing Tradewinds Legends and finished the game thrice already in less than a week; then I started replaying Talismania Deluxe. One of my loves, Maxtor HDD, has been nestling in his little place in the antique laptop bag for quite a while now. All because someone keeps delaying the delivery of my items back to me, and that includes that useful multi-plug multi-socket extension thingymajig. Grrr...

I shall remember not to prioritize my (future) boyfriend over my other obligations and duties >.>

My littlest brother, the littlest of them all, turned 8 3 days ago! So a happy belated to him! (I wasn't able to do a specific post in his honor on the day itself since I've been busy as feck)!

And I smell like a saloon. Fortunately it's a nice smell to me, and is not causing any more allergic reactions.

Seems like everyone's feeling confused and terribly out-of-order this past week... Hopefully the next week will turn out better for the most of us.

Supplements... Zzzz... Second day of tidal waves...

My First Time Ever...!

That's right, boys and girls. I finally did it.

That thing that made me go 'gaga' and feel all socially inadequate since most other people have experienced it.

...Not that, you pervert.



I watched two movies at the cinema back to back tonight!

One movie to amp up your adrenaline in the evening is enough to keep your thoughts racing throughout the night (or otherwise- for people who have different tendencies, i.e get exhausted by sensory overload and sleep like a log immediately after). This, however, was comprised of TWO predicted-mega-blockbusters back-to-back and, needless to say, they were action-packed.

No, that's not it. Action-packed is an understatement.

I acted like a kid who just went on her first rollercoaster ride: All proud, like she had finally gotten the pass to a real adult's form of exhilarating entertainment.

And my tickets were sponsored, which really iced the cake ;)

...

Well.



I made a new friend over six months ago. For privacy reasons, I shall call her Abby Seis*.

Our bond grew with each passing moment, and was apparent as she continued increasing in size due to the time we spent together.

Month by month, she swelled. Grew rounder...



Yet I knew it wasn't right.

And though we have been together for so long, I often felt discomfort with her around.

I have tried hiding her, but to no avail.

She kept increasing in size...

Hindering me from normal activities.

Becoming an eyesore to some who noticed.



This afternoon, I took the painful decision to bring her along with me to the only group of people who could remove her presence from my sight, and sever our bond once and for all.

I felt so, very numb as she was distanced from me...

It pained me so badly that I can't even look at her as we separated.



I am now bereft of her companionship, with only stitches and a huge gauzed mess left as the reminder of our time together.

Goodbye, Abby Seis. You are sorely missed...




Literally.



*Not its real name.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

To my little sister who turned 10 a day ago, and still remains the most responsible out of us all. You're a real diamond!

I <3 you mucho!

Good Professor, Bad Professor...?

Image obtained from here

Refreshing as the match I had today with two men was (one decidedly agressive, the other a mild sideki- I mean, colleague- with a genuinely friendly and honest smile), I can't help but ponder upon the origins of the whole 'Good Q, Bad Q (where Q = certain applicable professions)' faced by a person under interrogation/interview.

Even in systems like these, humans have yet to fail themselves in trying to achieve equilibrium. Equilibrium for what actually? I have a couple of guesses:

1. The emotions of the interrogated/interviewee
2. The overall mood of the interrogators/interviewers
3. The balance of good and evil in a justice/education/anything-else-applicable system. Shame it doesn't work in politics with *cough*TheMightyTun*cough* some people.

Knowing that this was inevitable, though, I did my best to show my 'game face' to both, especially the 'Bad Q' since he seemed to demand it in large quantities. I pity the other interviewer; however, he asked me less than 30% of the total questions so I logically owe his colleague more eye-contact with each explanation.

Are the 'Good Qs' merely there to lighten the atmosphere and become some sort of sickly-sweet wallpaper inside a room filled with the terrible aura of the 'Bad Qs'?

So yeah. My Good Q of the day was one of those Exceptionally Good Qs, who seem to have nothing to say against you, never demoralize you and always smile when your eyes see his (seriously, Good Qs are almost always males). He even praised me when I felt like I was gonna slump on the floor with some of my explanations of my past failures. On the other hand, my Bad Q was one of those who goes all-out on his (this, more often than not, can be applied to 'her', but in my case it was the opposite- yay! Female Bad Qs are WAAAAY nasty and I know because I've been one =P) role, with the annoying (sorry but it was!) mock-thinking expressions after your questionable answers/statements, the sarcastic laugh, the taunting questions fired off one after the other like they were emitted from some sort of missile-question-gun, the goatee/beard/moustache stroke of 'questionable objections' (they were darn interesting though, and highly intriguing- one of the reasons I just couldn't keep my eye off his facial expressions). However, I DID say all-out and not Pure Evil- his 'meanness' didn't reach his eyes (thank God) and he turned out to be really cool by showing me to the main highlight of any medical school- the cadaver room!

So after a brief pause, I started firing questions when they gave the obligatory 'Do you have any questions for us?' and one of the ones I pressed upon was regarding the cadaver room and its 'inhabitants', since they're the life (pun intended) of any medical student's pre-clinical years. He gave me permission to sneak in, get a quick peek- there were three other groups of students in there clustered around three cadavers, each with a professor/lecturer rambling away- and was pleasantly surprised to see that the cadavers were very well preserved and in great condition! I received a few smiles from the other *FEMALE* seniors in the room (most of which, I'm pretty sure, were my age or younger- hardee har har) and went out of the room with sparkles in my eyes, a big grin and a bounce in my step, as if I was a child who had just walked out of Disneyland. 'Bad Q' asked me how it was and I relayed to him my thoughts of how nice the cadavers seemed and he went, 'Of course they are, they're DEAD!' in a loudish voice in the interview-waiting-lobby place, and I burst out laughing. The others waiting for their interview whipped their heads around at me, looking puzzled- and slightly mortified (since when have I been a big fan of puns?).

Lawl.

Oh. And they said the main faculties were moving out to a bigger (10x bigger, so it seems) campus later on! He said by the time I get to my faculty of choice after this *cough*gapyear*cough* it'd be done! Kudos to Good Q for answering most of the questions that seemed to tumble out of my mouth while Bad Q ominously tried to ignore me and laughed sarcastically when I didn't stop asking. I bet he was VERY relieved when I finally said 'Thanks for your time~!' in that sickly-sweet voice I always fail to subdue after a satisfying interview. For my part or theirs, it doesn't matter; any interview over and done with are satisfying, at least for a couple of days before you start going 'OMIGAWD I SHOULDA SAID THIS INSTEAD OF THAT!'

Well-preserved cadavers can really make one's day brighter. Heheh.

Face Your Freaking Fears!

It took place at the swimming pool of building P.

A wary lady casted both eyes out, scanning the large rectangular pool for her nieces. Both appeared to be enjoying themselves immensely at the shallow end whilst their swimming instructor, a middle-aged Chinese man, shouted tips at the advanced group who were freestyling back towards him from the other end. Laughter and chatter (in the form of screaming) above the sloshing sounds made by the advanced group filled the air. The lady stopped watching and turned her portable mp3 on, plugging in the earphones, blocking the background noise. Wary, that she was, but even more weary of the noise itself. She couldn't even fathom the real reason behind her irritability that day, casting 'that' time of the month as her prime suspect. Sighing slightly, she turned towards the mp3 player and began playing one of the boring games pre-installed in it to pass the time. Solitaire. Joy.

Suddenly, as if on some sort of unheard and unseen cue, she stopped the music and plugged the earphones out, glancing up from the mp3 player to be met with the sight of a young boy shrieking against the pull of two other young boys, who were apparently dragging him to the deeper end of the pool. She remembered the young boy as the one who had enquired her earlier as to the depth of the deeper end of the pool, the response of which was a mere smile. Of course, it's so deep you would drown, the smile said. The boy seemed to fathom and, edging excitedly while holding the edges of the pool, retreated to the shallow end.

And now he was shrieking and screaming as he was being dragged against his own will by two boys around his age to that very end he was avoiding.

Now this lady was intrigued. She had put stashed away her mp3 player but made no move to approach the boys, the shrieking one looking at her pleadingly, fear apparent in his eyes whilst his screams gradually increased in volume and shrilliness. Bemused, she raised her eyebrows, casting an eye to the other end of the pool. Despite its size, which she was sure wasn't that big for other people to have missed the scene playing out before her, the swimming instructor was minding his own business as he attempted to teach a five year old to kick his legs and float. The other kids were enjoying themselves and talking to one another, unaware as well. A few parents sitting at the opposite side of the pool were chatting animatedly and seemed engrossed in their own babble; the security guards who were around the pool just a few minutes earlier, vanished. All the while her ears picked up the conversation between the three boys.

'I DON'T WANNA GO THERE!' Eyes still locked at her, willing her to stop the boys terrorizing him.
'You little wimp, LOOK! People your age are already pros at this swimming thing! When the hell are you ever gonna learn?' The boy tugging him, snarling as he persisted in dragging the kicking, thrashing boy who struggled against his grip- all in vain.
'NO! It's deep! Please, please, let me-'
'LISTEN, you chicken! If we don't do this you won't ever learn! There's nothing to be scar-'
'LET ME GOOO!'

The lady shuffled her feet on the tile, yet her body made no move towards the protesting boy. At that instant, she knew she had no reason to worry. Sure enough, ten seconds later the two boys released the 'chicken' resignedly, shaking their heads, and the latter tearfully dragged himself away whilst holding on the edge of the pool for dear life. The 'pro group'of the swimming lesson swam past the scene obliviously, sloshing water all over the seemingly traumatized boy whilst his former captors began freestyling to the other end along with them. She smiled, more amused than encouragingly at the boy, before whipping out her mp3 player again.

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.

=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... =/

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*

Over and Out

w00T! Goodbye Physics!

In the spirit of knowledge, I should not be saying that because Physics is literally everywhere and should remain close at heart but seriously, who would believe me if I said I 'feel' that?

I'm gonna have some celebratory cake and continue with the rest of revision.

My throat itches...

Happy Birthday... Are You Lonely Yet?

I am 20.

God. I'm actually closer to 20-and-a-day.

And I love my friends. Really. Because up until now I've had two surprises, one pre- and one on my birthday.

Granted it hasn't been the most smashing week of my life, if not literally, if you take into account the amount of time I spend wavering between this realm and the next but yeah. I have some wonderful people to thank for some seriously good moments to remember in -bleeep-. And, more importantly, some SERIOUSLY good food. Of course, one may want to assume that it is very fickle of me to regard food as a matter outweighing precious moments in themselves but hey, food lasts as long as a moment but tends to be more satisfying... in that moment anyway. And what do moments do, pray tell?

Make us weepy and mushy in our times of reminiscence, that's what. So it's hardly worth the time debating whether scrumptious, delectable food that do not really stick to your conscience should be appreciated more than moments. Which also need great food to complement them fully as a moment worth remembering anyway. But of course, one tends to get carried away with one's own opinions; there are many that I know of who regard food as simply... food. A four-lettered word with hardly no insight whatsoever other than providing the required nutrients we need to be nourished, healthy and possibly live longer. I envy these people, but more often than not pity them. I also do respect their opinions and hear their side, but of course, in Lavland it's *almost* all about the food =)

Which is why I'm writing about food more than what matters most when it comes to birthdays- deeper insights on things that matter most pertaining to a supposedly higher depth of maturity that comes with the process of aging. Other than puberty, however, I have yet to see solid proof that our brain cells conduct our actions in a more 'adult' manner as the clock chimes at midnight, announcing the exact anniversary of our arrival those few precocious years ago. Frankly, we should all agree that aging comes with experience, and not age.

I love birthdays in the sense that with modern technology and the coming of better and more developed ways to communicate with one another across the world, we who have the resources to do so, have a valid reason to contact ones who have been separated and discommunicated with us from years ago... out of awkwardness or lack of subjects to bring up in conversations, for the most part. A simple 'Happy Birthday!' on the Facebook wall could trigger a LOT of memories, leading to a deluge of questions and a barrage of back-and-forth comments that effectively reconnect old ties in an indirectly less awkward situation. Thus birthdays are a fine time to say 'hi' to an old friend of yours you've been dying to hear more of but are too clueless to bring something up with. And that is a truly remarkable gift that need not be sent to you in glossy wrapping paper or with an accompanying slice of cake (though that DOES sound better) for you to appreciate.