Lamebook Again

Just couldn't resist another Lamebook post. For you Twilight fans, I'm sorry if this in anyway spoils your happy, romantic feeling of the story. It made me laugh...



Then I start to wonder, what does Edward do when Bella's on her period? Hmm....

Cobwebs and Spiders

Really didn't mean to leave the blog for such a long time. Just felt lazier everytime I think of updating. Anyway, Merry Christmas. It's a late wish, but Christmas carries on for 7 days... I think. So I'm still on time!

So I came back to my blog, hopefully to get some inspirations back when I noticed how much I've been neglecting it very much. I saw this:


Wth?

So ugly, ugly, ugly. So I decided to pay Photobucket a visit, hoping I did not forget my password. I didn't. I did forget my username (which, by the way, is very clearly stated in the warning message). Doh! This is what happens when you let the tired brain work.

My exams were good, week was nice, and I'm finally having holidays from working which is a plus! And this is really a crappy update. Well, I have to... unless I want to leave it until next year.

Will find more interesting stuff to post up. Til then, bye bye!

Beauty Tips

Some tips on being beutiful. Quoted from Sam Levenson (1999), favourited by Audrey Hepburn, touched the public.


Time Tested Beauty Tips

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.

Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

Awkward Moments on Facebook

Gotta love these...










My personal favourite is the one with the mom.
Ha ha ha!

New Blog Skin?

Thought of changing the layout of the blog, but as I stare at the screen, showing me lights of purple, white and few other hues of colours in the pictures of the header, I thought this current layout seems to be the one that rocks the most. Out of all my creations, that is.

So... nope. No change of layout for now. Yet.

London 2009

Missing London, missing you.

Procrastination

I am the queen. I am queen over all procrastination urges. For I, Joanna Liew, am a big, fat procrastinator (the irony- since I'm so skinny). What makes people procrastinate? I remember doing a research about this on my first semester in Psychology. I would have tried to revive this memory to put in nice information about procrastinators here, but unfortunately I am too darn lazy to care.

Thus, I shall show you an example of a procrastinator- which is me. I actually need to construct a better rating form and e-mail it to someone since yesterday, which is a Friday night. Now, 24++ hours later, I am still chilling around and have not yet even begun constructing said rating form, much less e-mail it to the said someone. Well, if I'm working on my own on this assignment, it wouldn't bother me so much. But I am actually working with a friend, whom much unlike me do not procrastinate, and I am feeling so guilty.

So this is my sorry note, although I know you don't read my blog. Either way, sorry. It's 12:11A.M on a beautiful EARLY Sunday morning. I will get it done by this Sunday afternoon.

Yeah, right. I doubt myself.

Motivation That Flew Away

It's been ages since I touched this dusty old blog. Motivation is running low. To even place my fingers on the keyboard and type out thoughts on the blog. Sometimes the thoughts don't even matter by the time my CPU whirs to life.

I tried making a new layout for the blog, but then it wasn't really impressive to me so I gave it up. Maybe after searching for another inspirational picture, I might get the thing done.

Also, Psychology is becoming more of a pain. The workload is definitely rising and trying to make us poor students "psycho". With that said, ta-ta for now!

And They Are At It Again

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Are you kidding me?

So much for "Merdeka".

Gratitude and Presents

Edited July 3rd: Left out a few details...

This is a little late. But gratitude to you guys are needed!

Though I didn't get showered with presents, the wishes are astounding. I think part of my thanks goes to Facebook. Haha! Thanks to those whom had celebrated and wished me starting from the 27th of June! You know who you are ;). If I left anyone out, I'm sorry. I don't have a super memory.

Surprise Gathering
Fifi
MeiMei
Shine
Arina
Vanessa Ong
Beckham
Andrew
David
Izzat

Thanks for coming and surprising me in Chilli's as well as your cute little present. I really was in shock until I randomly picked something out from the menu to eat (I usually take my time ordering). I was THAT blur. THANK YOU ENGYEW for setting it up. ;)


Facebook & MSN
Qi Kit
Kelvin
Lih Ren
Brandon
James the Taugeh
Anitt
Cynthia
Maryann
Vivi
Yvonne Tomato
Seng Mun (you're old too, you know?)
Hui Lin Baby
Sharon Lai
Archana
Aliza
Prem J
Gillian
Nadia
Goat =P
Kean Pang
Yuen Cheong (did I spell it right?)
Hui Huan
Dharshini
Joseph Tan
Adeline
Christine
Poh Yee
=)

You guys make me feel loved <3. I didn't get a chance to write on everyone's walls, but thanks!


SMSes
Goat (the only birthday call)
Xiao Teng
Adeline
Chipmunk
May Yoong
Charisse
Julie (Hello, sis)
Venessa
Andre
Adrian
Auntie Edith
Weng Soon
Natasha

I don't mind the belated ones so you can take back your "Sorries" =)


Face value
Darren
Fred
Shine (for the Aussie, Malaysian and USA wishes)
Mom
Jeremy (Hey, bro)
Mee Kin
Baby Elisha


Hope I didn't forget anyone. x_x

Presents Time!



Patrick!

I'm actually quite glad you guys didn't get me SpongeBob. Patrick is cute.




I HAVE A PIG IN MY HOUSE!!!

Yeah, I have a pet (thanks to a Goat)! FINALLY! And it's an adorable Guinea Pig. Meet, ChocoChip! She's really shy, but she makes so much noise just to get a piece of carrot and cucumber. Sheesh! She gets louder when I start to talk and move towards her cage.


That's it for a birthday! MUAX!!!

A Respect and Pause

For those of you who hadn't had access to CNN, the radio or the internet news today, Michael Jackson passed away on 25th June at 2:30 p.m, Los Angeles, USA. For those of you living in the East side of the world, that'll be 26th June at 5:30 a.m, Malaysian time. Sources say he died of cardiac arrest.

There's this amazing thing I read about in Wikipedia following his death:

"In the hours following Jackson's death, his record sales increased dramatically. His seminal album Thriller climbed to number one on the American iTunes music chart, while another eight have made it into the top 40.[161] In the UK, where Jackson would have performed less than three weeks after his death, fifteen of his albums occupied the top 15 spots on the Amazon music chart.[162]"

Walao.

This blog will take a moment of pause of respect for him... and also in preparation for my upcoming finals (very, very soon).

Will be back!

Hurt Like I Bleed

Someone told me that I was pathetic because of the way I replied to that someone's friends. When actually, I was just being shy.



Ouch. I didn't know you would have the power to hurt me so much with just that one word.

What's Behind My Mask?

It is weird how things work. Most of the time I sit and contemplate about myself and about other people. Sometimes I have this nagging thing in my gut telling me a person is not really "suitable" as a role model or a friend. Like not wanting to be friend a gangster because he/she will be a bad influence. I'd have this perception about people I judge on first impression and it'll stick as long as I continue seeing the negative signs.

But that's all I do. I judge. I'm a hypocrite to myself. I've always thought that I rarely judge people and when I do so, it'll most probably be right a 100%. I would think that the people who judge outwardly about other people were just plain mean, non-understanding and possibly insecure. What I didn't realise is that I do it too- just in my head. It's just as bad. I made a bad mistake on hiding behind a mask and putting myself on a pedestal.


I'm just something else behind the fancy mask.

Which brings me to my main point; I'm a monster. No, I'm not being all "emo" and self-pitying (well, maybe a little). I just realised that I'm not as great as I thought I was. Just recently I got to meet a girl. She's not that pretty, just average. I'll boldly admit that I think I'm prettier than her. But when I observed her actions and her reactions, I suddenly felt that I'm the uglier one. She's such a beautiful girl inside, which made her outside excuseable and perhaps made it prettier. She wasn't the only one. I've met other girls who do not have what society deem as "beautiful/pretty". But they can be so cheerful and it's just like breathing fresh air up in the mountains when you're with them.

I feel shameful of myself. Here I am trying to make myself prettier (less acne, more make up, better hair, better clothes), but I neglected my self growth. I'm so envious, grumpy and insecure inside that if humans' physical body were the same as their mind, I'd be one ugly girl.

Why can't I just enjoy being myself?

Maybe... when I judge other people, the person that I'm really judging, is me?

Random Anti-Social Thoughts

I feel so anti-social today. Don't really feel like talking to anyone, or going anywhere. Got mad about something and someone last night and stayed mad. Planned to study for my coming finals but ended up in front of the computer like a geek and sleeping like a pig the whole day.

It's 10:44pm now and I haven't had my dinner. Feeling hungry but there are visitors downstairs. Don't want to go down in case my brother inquire me about my eating habits. The last thing I need is someone nagging me about eating habits. I'm a shy person and rather that no one looks at what I'm doing. That's why I sometimes don't do what I want or have to do, because I'm afraid of people commenting on what I'm doing. Weird, huh?

The strange thing about me being mad though... I wanted to just turn around and hug that person. I wanted to just forget everything that happened. But then how would the person know I am truly disappointed by what's been done? So I pull back myself, and go find something addictive to do. Which doesn't make me very productive. I somehow hate myself.

Currently listening to Neyo's Part of the List. Great song. I wish someone would sing that to me. I'd melt! I think I might even shed some tears. The song's really touching. Or maybe I'm being a little "emo" now. COME ON! THERE MUST BE SOMEONE (preferrably guy) WHO CAN SING THIS WITH HEART! SING IT TO ME!!! Here's Marie Digby's version. I just love her voice and her looks. Her original song called 'Stop Me' is great too. I just love her.

I wonder what time I'll sleep tonight. I went to bed at almost 3a.m. last night and woke up like 12:30 in the afternoon. That's one late morning! But my record hasn't been broken yet. Maybe I should break my record?

Someone save me from myself!!! And bring me food too.

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Neyo - Part of the List

Style of your hair
Shape of your eyes and your nose
The way you stare as if you see right through to my soul
To your left hip and the way it's not quite big as your right
The way you stand in the mirror before we go out at night
Our quiet type, your beautiful mind

They're all part of the list
things that I miss
things like your funny little laugh or the way you smile or the way we kiss
what I notice is this
I come up with
Something new every single time that I sit and reminisce

The way your sweet smell lingers when you leave the room
Stories you tell as we lay in bed all afternoon
I dream you now, every night, in my mind is where we meet
And when I'm awake staring at pictures of you asleep
Touching your face
Invading your space

They're part of the list
Things that miss things that I miss
things like your funny little laugh or the way you smile or the way we kiss
what I notice is this
I come up with
Something new every single time that I sit and reminisce
Oh
Will you live in my memories forevermore I swear
and you live in my memories forevermore I swear

They are part of the list
Things that miss things that I miss
things like your funny little laugh or the way you smile or the way we kiss
what I notice is this
I come up with
Something new every single time that I sit and reminisce

Whoaaa said whoaaa I whoaaa whoaaaa whoaaaaa
Whoaaa said whoaaa I whoaaa whoaaaa whoaaaaa

Bring Me Away

Take me to somewhere far away... far away from here.

Bring me away...

Somewhere I've never been before.

Make me have awe and wonder.

Can't you do that for me? Don't you want to?

Especially To You

First of all, I must warn readers, whoever is reading this post right now, that there is a long, corny post coming right up. If you are someone who can't stand mushy love pieces, you are very welcomed to skip this post. This post is entirely dedicated to one particular person (for a certain reason). And if you do decide to continue on reading, this post is going to be totally unrelated to anything except one. You have been warned.

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You... Yew... (sound the same) I hope you read this from beginning 'til end. I'm sorry that I don't have any other special names to call you with besides 'Goat'. That sounds special but so unromantic. I'm tired of the special names like Honey, Baby, Dear, Darling, etc., they sound so common to me, thus no longer special. So Goat, I want to thank you.

Thank you for being here for me during when I had a bad break up. Thank you for helping me with SPM. Thank you for lending me your shoulder when my father passed away and comforting me when I spontaneously burst into tears on nice days. Thank you for loving me. I'm very grateful to have you.

The term "boyfriend" doesn't even fit the description I have for you. "Boyfriend" is when I have a guy to date me out, a status to say I'm in a relationship, a person whom I own because of that status, someone to call me up, someone to call me out, someone to fill my loneliness as well as spare time, but those just sound too lax. You're more than that. You're my best friend, my companion, my person to argue with; sometimes my support, sometimes my arch enemy, and you're someone I enjoy just being with, even if we argue like it's some heated parliamentary debate. I even enjoy the simple things I do with you, like watching you sleep!

I like growing with you through our relationship. Thinking back to the time when we first started, do you realise how much we have changed? Of course there's the good and bad. But I don't regret being in this relationship with you. Two years and I find it amazing. Amazed that I never get tired of hugging you. My heart still gives that happy nudge when your hand finds mine. The kisses we still have are sweet too. I don't know how is it for you, but this is how it is for me.

I don't love you... I don't love you because you're handsome (I really do think you are). The love is the same when you had that look in Form 4 and the same with the look you have now. I don't love you because of the cash you have with you or the presents you buy for me. The love is the same when you're broke and when you have extra. I don't love you because you can bring me to far places with your car. I'd still love you if we go out to date by walking and taking the bus.

I love you... I love you because you want to buy presents for me. I love you because you want to spend that extra cash on me. I love you because you want to bring me to far away places and you waste your petrol just because I complain Puchong is so dry and dull. Then we sometimes get into an argument because I was being greedy and wanted more. Or you were being insensitive and neglected me. But those are normal imperfections. Our hot temperedness, our stubborn-ness, our different perceptions made it unavoilable for conflict. I love you through your imperfections and your quirks. I love you because of that sweet heart of yours that beats and beats and beats....

And right at this moment now, I don't care if some psychology theory say we're the worst match for each other. I don't believe in forever, but I don't care that if we happen to last very long, our relationship could end up like my parents. Because I know that through understanding and tolerance, we could end up with a better relationship. I don't care that I'm being so freaking corny right now. Well, actually I do a little but...

Do you realise what date today is? It's been two years since you made that silly mistake.






Happy 1st Second Year Anniversary!

1, 2, 3, 4

You and me don't really communicate well. Let's face the truth. I speak feelings, you speak numbers. So I found this nifty song that talks in numbers and in feelings.

There's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you...
(I love you) I love you
There's only 1 way 2 say Those 3 words
And that's what I'll do...
(I love you) I love you

How cool and easy is that? ;)

Credits to Plain White T's (Love them!).

Izzy, Izza, Wha?

Someone complained I was being a sexist because I talked more about Shine than him. Well my friend, you've just earned yourself a smacking post on my blog. I know you'll looooooovvee this *insert big, wide smile here*.



One day, there was a boy named Mohd Izzat, or Mohammad Izzat, or Izzy, or Izza (Man, why do you have so many names?). He went to study in Sunway University College and met many interesting people there during his first semester. He laughed, he talked, he made friends with the people there. But he wasn't ready for what was in store for him during the second semester. He was yet to meet the most interesting person of all. Me!

Then came the second semester and he realised that there was this familiar looking girl who attends the same class that he has chosen. With just a simple "Hi!", it started up a blast of experiences with this quirky girl during the second semester. Now Izzat is a hardworking boy. Unfortunately, the girl is much more smarter. While Izzat finishes his work and does the hard studying, the girl waits for him to finish and then easily pokes out important information from him. Then came the theory that Izzat becomes the host, the girl was the parasite.

I beg to differ. What actually happened was a formation of mutualism. For those of you who are wondering what in the world is mutualism, I quote from wordnet.princeton.edu, "the relation between two different species of organisms that are interdependent; each gains benefits from the other". So you see, the so called "host" is actually also benefiting from the "parasite".

For example, he offers her his work, she offers him company. He offers tutoring, she offers him counselling in times of depression. He starts a project, she ends it for him. He complains about her being a sexist, she creates a post of him. You see how that works?

Alright, enough of this nonsense. Izzat, are you happy that you have a post all for yourself now? Hahaha!

Let's get serious. Good news about Izzat is that he's imaginative. And don't give me crap saying you're not because the fact that you can draw and write, points that you have a good imagination, albeit taken from some other sources.


Samples of his drawings. Aren't they cool?

Other forms of good news: he's caring, can dance, a Para Para pro, and also hardworking.

Now for the bad news... he has issues. What was that song that Charis sent to you? "I Am Stupid"? It suits you. Hee hee.

Other forms of bad news: he's a dance machine addict, competitive, e-m-o, made me envy his drawings (dammit!).

That's Izzat for you. Nah, don't blame me being sexist anymore!

Variety Is Good

I wish I wasn't so stuck.

I feel so bored; being stuck here at the same place. All I do is seemingly becoming more monotonous and predictable. I want to get out of this place and travel to some place far. Maybe not far, but some place I haven't discovered. A restaurant/snack place I haven't ate in, sceneries I've never seen, relaxing beaches I've never been to- anything, everything! I like it when people bring me to places. Feels so refreshing!

But the truth is, I'm stuck. If I were to travel with anyone, it would mostly be at night. And I can't spend nights out too long because my mom would start ringing my handphone every 10 minutes asking why I'm still not home.

Another factor would be money. Going some place equals travelling, which equals to money, which equals to budget, which equals to going as far as 4 kilometers if you've not enough. I earn my own money by working and I can't ask money from my mom because her money comes from my brother, and I can't ask money from my brother because his money needs to be spent on his family, house expenses, food expenses, petrol for cars, etc. Also, a very rare percentage of people who would actually spend some money on me to take me travelling.

Now, I'm not a person who would want to go out every single day, but I've been home for far too long and it's starting to mess with my mind. Going out and experiencing new stuffs would lift my spirits. Especially if it's a surprise, romantic, spontaneous travel in the mist of a boring day. Now THAT feels sooo good!



Sigh... the fantasies of a surprise travel from a love one. Guess it'll only stay a fantasy.

Psychology

Hello!

It's been so long since I actually wrote something, eh? It's the holidays now and I'm so super free! So what's been happening to me since? Nothing special. Started my degree course in Psychology and no, I can't read minds neither will I become psycho while studying the course... although I'll be a little bit more quirky. Which human isn't? Haha!

Psycholgy is fun though I forsee that it's going to get a lot more hectic later on. I have just a few pictures to share with you during my first semester studying Psychology. There are more, but aren't with me. The two pictures below were taken during Orientation day. It was just orientation and we needed to do an activity already! Ack!


Fred and Izzat hanging on for dear life on Ryan's finger


I'm tired of them. Let's squish them!

Hehe... you see how they stressed us out during orientation day? We have to introduce ourselves with people we barely knew and take weird photos with them. Then came the day where we had classes, yadayadayada... and then we had to choose our class representitive. We had to nominate three people. One was Ian, a loud, vibrant guy who loves to chat. Another was Shine, whom calls everything cute but is good in organizing her work. The last was Qadir, a Singaporean whom attended the compulsory 2 years training in National Service. Each candidate had to come up the front of the class and tell a little bit about themselves and then wait outside the class while voting takes place. But what happened was they each promoted another person.

Ian came out, told everyone not to vote for him because he's not a good leader, pointed to Shine and said, "Shine's much better! Vote for Shine!" and went out of the class. When came Shine's turn, she told the class that she's not the one for them, Ian was better since he's very helpful with good leadership qualities and went out of the class. But Qadir was the one who closed it up really good. He told the class to vote for either Shine or Ian and then said, "I'm a foreinger, so I can't be trusted". And then he left the class to join Shine and Ian. Guess who got the highest votes?


Taken during one of our theme days which we weren't participating in. Shine and I coincidentally wore similar set of clothing.

SHINE!!! That's the pretty girl right there beside me. Honestly, it wasn't a surprise. I knew it was going to be Shine from the start. Her leadership qualities just shines out of her. Hahaha!

I also got to meet one very cute Psychology staff down at the lab. I see him there every Friday. Him and colleague are one of the many cute staffs in Psychology that I enjoy being with. I LOVE playing with them! Though I spend more time with his colleague than him, I managed to only get his picture taken.

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Meet Somnus

That's right! Somnus (which means Roman God of Sleep)! Ever seen a cuter staff? Him and his colleages will be teaching the students during the third semester. I rarely get to play with him because he's almost ALWAYS asleep. His colleague, Rocky, is much more active.

That's all for now! I'll update more life pictures later.

Speaking With A Picture #8

Speaking With A Picture #7

Speaking With A Picture #6

Haha!

Speaking With A Picture #5

Speaking With A Picture #4

Speaking With A Picture #3

Wanting to be Proven Wrong

You rather be with your friends than to take care of me.

That sucks.

Prove me wrong. If you can.

Speaking With A Picture #2

Speaking With A Picture #1

The Right Time

Just one question.

How do you know when to give up or hold on to something?

Silence

Sometimes silence is all you need.

It's quiet, it's blank, there's nothing to distract you, nothing to disturb you. No pain, no tears, no drama... just a blank sheet of paper. And I want that blank sheet of paper to stay like that for a while.

I'm so sick of having nice, blank papers splashed with ink. For now, I just want total and utter silence. Just stone for a while.

Blank.

The Excuser

If you want to give an excuse, make up something better than that lame excuse you gave me.

What's wrong with admitting that you forgot?

Inspirations of Life

Do you have your own inspirations in life? Something or someone that teaches you how to live? If you don't, think of all the people in your life. Your enemies, your loved ones, your dog -anyone. Had they given you values or an idea in life? For me, currently at this moment, my inspirations come from God and three men.

My first inspiration, comes from God because he has taught me how to live even through the hardest times. There were many a time when I was circling endlessly in darkness, hitting myself on things because I couldn't see and thought that maybe if I ended my life, every pain, every tear drop, every scar collected and every problem would just disappear. But at that moment when I thought of being extinct, I thought of God. I couldn't just waste my life away like that and besides, the problems I faced, others have faced to. So I pushed those thoughts aside, got up and searched for a light. And I found it eventually. He has taught me that if I can survive one problem, I could survive another.

My second inspiration, came from one of the men in my life -my father. He has taught me pushed me to aim higher in life and even though you don't get it, at least you're somewhere. When he was around he had always pushed me to be better, do better than what I'm doing. But he has never put much pressure on me and that was good. He has shown me and the rest of the world that even though you're someone who started the low point, you will be somewhere near the top if you try hard enough and is persistent.

Another man whom has given me my third inspiration is my brother. He taught me that putting your whole effort and heart in doing something will be satisfactory and guilt free. Even though you do not get the result you were looking for, at least you had tried your best into completing what you should and could look back without guilt of not trying harder.

Last but not least, another inspiration of life comes from Eng Yew. He has taught me, in love, how to be patient and that most of the time actions could really mean more than words. We had and have many rough patches but through all those, he has taught me how to grow.

With that being said, I am grateful for the four inspirations in my life. They had given me colour in life and shown me that impossible could become possible. Of course, these aren't the only ones. There are many others, but these, at the moment as well as whether indirectly or directly, shown me the meaning in life. Although one of the men isn't here anymore, he and his valuable teachings will forever be in my mind and heart.

Jumbled Thoughts

Do you have any idea how much I've hurt until at this moment, the pain seem like such a normal thing?

Like if I slit some cuts on my wrist, it hurts the first time, but after doing it again and again, the pain just seems to be no longer there?

Do you have any idea how desperate I was, to throw all pride, to throw all that I believed in and some values to the winds just to keep you here with me?

Like catching the droplets of rain with a container, I'm so afraid of missing one drop.

And I'm so, so confused after all that has happened. All that I did, would you come to think I was great? Or just the same old person you'd come to hate?

What am I to you? When I do wrong, am I automatically someone not right for you? A burden instead of a love one? Do I have to be so perfect? Like an obedient housewife, a beautiful lady that stands by her partner's side, forever smiling, forever providing what is wanted, needed.

I don't even know why am I thinking these thoughts.



I'm tired. Tired of being the desperate person, tired of hurting, tired of trying to figure you out. Tired of fearing that I'll lose someone special.

I just want to disappear. I suddenly wish I was a better girl, a better person, another me. I'm tired of being me.

I hate me.

Another Tag?

I know I said I wouldn't do tags anymore unless it's interesting, well, this tag isn't interesting, I'm doing it now because I couldn't come up with a better post other than no posts and all and also because it's from my lovely Adeline. Hahaha! So on to the boring tag we go!

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Rules:
1. List these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog.
3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 7 people at the end of your blog post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
5. Link the person who tagged you.

Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog:

1. I'm quite vain.
2. The best drink to be drinking is water at a nice, cool temperature.
3. My mind always get over active in imaginations in the middle of the night, right when I am about to go to sleep.
4. I love computer games.
5. I always get surprised reactions when I say I play stuff like DOTA or Neverwinter Nights.
6. My bra size is... What? You think I'd tell you? Pfft!
7. I bought a unique couple necklace for Valentine's day. But I can't explain its uniqueness because this will take a long time. I'll post a picture when I have the time.

Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours:

1. My mind thinks about several things at once everytime.

2. My naps are very long.

3. Skinny guys who look like hot guys in anime turns my head.

4. I read about and take too much personality things/quizzes/tests.

5. I feel guilty about things even though it isn't my fault

6. Most of the time I talk passionately about things I would like to do but ended up not doing them.



There are no peope that I would like to tag.

My Bucket of Valuables

In my possession I have with me a big bucket of valuables I hold dear. I stand at the edge of a cliff with the ocean is just right below it. As I stand here, thinking and reflecting upon myself, the winds keep changing from time to time. They sometimes brew a storm, whereby the umbrella I set to protect my valuables waver close to flying away with the winds, and other times they give a light, pleasant breeze.

It comes a time when I have a decision to make with my bucket of valuables. It had gotten so heavy that it became harder for me to continue my journey on this long road. I am contemplating if I should throw some of the contents down to the ocean, start a new collection, or keep them with me and haul it slowly as I continue on my journey.

The reason why the decision becomes a hard thing to choose is that it took months and years of dedication, sweat, tears and heart aches of different people just to have these valuables beside me now. These precious little things hold so many memories, both bad and good, that I would like to keep and also had taken a lot of effort. I have plans on sharing these valuables with another but as they say, one man's meat is another man's poison. Or more accurately, one man's valuables is another man's junk. No harm trying though, right? So how could I let them go just like that? However, if I do decide to keep them, I would never learn how to let them go when the need arises.

So what do I do now?



Image credit to Soraya Bradley

Hmm... I think I will just sit here and enjoy my valuables a little longer. There is no need to rush. Let the winds blow me whichever way until I find whatever I am looking for.

Imagination

The human mind is a powerful thing. It has the capability to think, to imagine, to create and compose, to figure things out and have the control over one's whole body. The proof of greatness of the human mind is all around us; skyscrappers, gadgets, medicine, and institutions. The proof is all there, physical and concrete. But the most powerful state of the mind is imagination. Without imagination, there can never be all that you see around us. A person imagined creating the tallest building in the world and now you have the Dubai Tower. J.K. Rowling and Stephanie Meyer imagined about Harry Potter and Twilight respectively- now they earn a fortune and we readers get to enjoy a world that could never be. A person imagined weird designs on the clothes we wear and now we have all sorts of fashion.




Everyone has the ability to imagine starting when taking first steps. When I was a kid, my world was half in illusion and half in reality; that is to say, I imagine a whole lot. I got to be whoever and whatever I wanted to be. Crouching on the black leather sofa, I was a proud lioness. The broccoli on my plate were trees and the rice were people- I was the monster who brought destruction and ate all of them. Around the empty dining table for being the last to finish up a meal, I imagined there were a few different people with me, all with different habits and personalities. Walking around the house I was a princess. With a few papers, pen and pencils and my toys, I was a teacher. Sitting down on a bed and facing the wall, I was a superstar being interviewed. Flapping my bathing towel like wings, I was able to fly. My stuffed toys all could talk and I'd talk back to them. Toys also became a medium for expressing out all the imaginations in my head. I'm pretty sure that as a kid, everyone had imagined they were something or someone extraordinary and special.



Now a little older, all my thoughts, feelings, imaginations and expressions goes on paper. My fantasy world became limitless and I could even more so be who I wanted to be as well as control what could happen. It all takes just a pen and a paper. Or a computer and a keyboard. But I cannot imagine a world where the only focus is reality- the here and the now. A world being just black and white. So dull and boring.



Don't let your imaginations die. You'll never know when you'll be the next one who creates something exceptional. Make sure your imaginations are healthy. This is the power of the human mind.

The Rasmus - Run To You

A nice song that suits a certain... situation. I find it quite meaningful. Give it a try :) Video song with lyrics (read the lyrics if you can't catch what they sing)!

Gong Xi Fa Cai

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR 2009!!!

Get rich! Get fat! Be happy! It's good for health (I mean being happy).



Have a Moo-tastic year!

Wang Lee Hom - Everything

Hah! I bet you didn't expect me doing this post, eh?

I know I'm a banana, but I enjoy music in other languages too, you know? And this song is really sweet. Read the lyrics (there's English translation subtitle). The thing I don't like about this MV is that it has a depressing end. So don't suit the sweetness, don't you think? Enjoy...

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Malaysia Under A Coconut

I found this here. First happened to Avril Lavigne (who don't even dress or dance suggestively) and now Rihanna. If Malaysia is going to shut out all international artists because they "dress skimpily" or "dance suggestively" or "threaten our culture" even when they don't, Malaysia is going to live under a coconut shell for a very, very long time. They wouldn't even know what art is! We'll all be plain and boring fools wearing long sleeved shirts even on hot days, listening to Malaysian songs only... or perhaps more illegal tradings and happenings will keep coming out. Whichever. Malaysia is doomed either way.

I would love to give one long list of comments on the article, but I finally just want to settle on bolding stuff that is ridiculous to me. And I'll underline ONE reasonable point. Make conclusions yourself.

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PAS Plans To Stop Rihanna Concert

KUALA LUMPUR: PAS wants to stop R&B star Rihanna from performing here on Feb 13.

Its Federal Territory Youth chief Kamaruzaman Mohamad said inviting the Barbados-born singing sensation to Malaysia was “akin to insulting eastern culture, belittling local artistes, intentionally causing losses to the country’s economy and supporting Israel’s war policy, which is supported by America”.

The PAS wing said it also found the Grammy award winner to be unsuitable because she often performed suggestively and wore skimpy, sexy outfits.

Kamaruzaman said local concert sponsor Celcom should give priority to eastern cultures and local artistes.

He said Rihanna’s appearance here would result in an outflow of local currency to the United States, and in turn, cause loss to the country and suffering to the Palestinians.

He reasoned that the United States supplies arms to its ally Israel from contributions and taxes collected from Americans.

“Whether Rihanna realises it or not, we know that the taxes she has paid also contributed to the war in Gaza,” Kamaruzaman said.

He wants the permit issuers, including police and City Hall, to reject the organiser’s application.

The PAS wing would submit a protest note on the concert soon.

Rihanna, whose hits include Umbrella and Disturbia, is to perform here as part of her Good Girl Gone Bad tour.

At an event yesterday, Celcom chief executive officer Datuk Seri Shazalli Ramly said Celcom was just the concert sponsor.

“She (Rihanna) has agreed to follow the regulations,” he said, adding that the organiser, Pineapple Concerts, had already made arrangements with the singer and the Culture, Arts and Heritage Ministry was informed of her performance.

Kelana Jaya MP Loh Gwo Burne said he did not think anyone should impose his or her own moral views on others, and that Rihanna should not be “deemed guilty by association”.

“I agree we should show displeasure against the United States but boycotting everything associated with America is difficult,” he added.

When...

You'll never guess who composed this.

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When sweet memories flood my mind,
My heart begin to flow with the flooding river,
At the thought of kissing you;
When you are very close to me.
When I'm comfortable with you now.

When we are getting even closer,
My heart continue run even faster,
Reaching to be first in the race,
But the race is like never ending;
Never reaching the ending line.

When I try to reach you,
Your heart races with mine at the same time,
Both running in the same direction;
In the endless track,
Which both of us never know who will win.

When my heart conquers my mind,
I start losing myself to you slowly,
Try to reach for you,
But our goals are different,
Falling back makes our distance began to increase.

When unexpected phenomena happens,
I begin to laugh;
My heart gives up;
I already lose in the race,
Everything is back to normal.

When everything's back to normal,
River stops flowing,
Endless race has stop,
My mind conquers back my heart,
I settle down myself.

When I wanna catch you back to me,
My hands and fingers became numb;
Wouldn't move for good,
Stop me from doing anything,
Stop me from racing again.

When a night full of fireworks;
A night full of stars;
A night full of wind;
Suddenly heavy rain falls onto the ground;
And wash out everything from the sky to the ground.

When I'm on top of my own mountain,
I was pushed down the slope,
Fell into a dark valley with nothing around me;
No direction;
No light to guide me.

When I woke up from dat day,
A rope falls to me;
Saving me from my darkness;
Bringing me back to my land;
I'm free from the valley.

And I will never hope to fall again....
But I will never give up in conquering my fear.

by DummiesForLife

VLog#1

Before we start with anything, let me just say that I ROCK! Hahahha!

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Just because I'm lazy to type...

Also, please ignore the "Er"s and the "Um"s.



Hopefully someone gets to figure out what's with my camera.

Thank You

I would like to settle down today to write (or type) out a thank you post to several people. Those people who actually put up with my emo-ness crap recently and took the time to listen. My sincere appreciations.



1. Hui Lin -
Thank you, baby ^^. I need to treat you one day.

2. Joey -
Thanks for the food and no thanks for the game, "Truth", you played with me.

3. Sherina -
Thanks for your concern =)

4. Izzat -
Hm... well, you didn't exactly do anything but I had someone I could help so it kinda made me feel better =D


Did I leave anyone out? If yes, I'm sorry (I have memory like a goldfish). But, thank you.

Snails Are Cute

Think snails are boring? Uninteresting? Just pests? Or a delicacy?

They're not! They are the same like any living creature. They eat a lot! Like me!

They love lettuce too.

Emotionless

Love, why do you play these tricks on me? You gave me so much joy, yet you gave me equal pain. Love, do you enjoy torturing me and leaving me breathless? Always bringing me to the high cliff and leaving me there to decide what to do next? I can fall or I can just run away. If I fall, I might hurt myself. If I run away, I'll fail to experience that adrenaline rush.

So what do you want me to do? Why did you lead me here? To always, always decide what to do. I fell a few times just for you. And now you're doing it again. Leaving me at the ledge. Do you really think you're so special, Love? You're right. You are. People can't fully live without you. But why do you have to torment me so? People could die just because of you!

And I'm dying inside just bit by bit by your gleeful play. When I least expect you patch me back up, but only to watch me wilt again later on. It isn't fair. You're having all the fun.

So to fight you I came up with a conclusion. I must not feel. I must not feel joy, for I will feel pain. I must not feel you, for Hate will surely come and find me. I must be void. Void of you. So stop your childish games, Love.

I must be emotionless.

I Am...

I am a failed lover,
No one should have ever fall in love with me.

I am a destroyer,
I ruin everything in my path.

I am a coward,
I hide when there's no apparent danger.

I am a black colour,
So dark, sad and misunderstood.

I am lame.

And I just feel like dying and disappearing. I feel like I shouldn't exist.

Maybe I wasn't supposed to. Maybe I'm just here to remind everyone what mistakes are. All I do is make mistakes and disappointments.

I was a mistake. I was a mistake.

Superhero That Represents Me

Out of the silly quizzes I took, and results I get, I'd say a quiz about which superhero movie I am was one of the coolests. Why? Because she (yes, a SHE) sort of represents me. What's my result? Wonderwoman? Nope. She's a character from X-Men! Hahaha!


Her name's Rogue!

Even her name is cool! Now I'm not really an X-Men fan. When I first saw the name Rogue, I was like, "Who the heck is that??" The only female character I remember from watching X-Men few years back was Storm and I thought her powers were cool. Well now that I know Rogue, I'd say she's cooler!

Just read my results. She's sensitive, she's determined, and she's independent! Well, I'm not sure about the independent part, but I'm pretty sure I'm sensitive (sometimes to the extreme) and I get pretty determined about something I want (like eating french fries. If I don't get it today, I must get it tomorrow). With more research, I found out her superpower was to be able to absorb other people's abilities.

I don't absorb other people's abilities, but I do absorb their moods. I have this glitch in me that tells me the person beside me is having some kind of internal turmoil even though he/she acts totally normal or quiet. And it works best when the person is a close friend and is upset about something. The bad part about my glitch is when I can't find out what's wrong and I get emo-ed myself. That's not fun.



Rogue is also a character in conquest of becoming close to normal so she's able to at least touch people. I too, am in a conquest of something. I'm constantly seeking to improve myself (in a laid back kinda way) and get rid of my negative sides. I sometimes just chicken out 'cause it's out of my comfort zone.

And now I'm in conquest to search X-Men movies!

Paramore - Decode

I'm addicted to this song because it suits me mostly. Hmm.. link to the song and the not actual video (youtube is starting to be a pain in the ***) at my side bar =)


How can I decide what's right?
When you're clouding up my mind
I can't win your losing fight all the time
No care to ever own what's mine
When you're always taking sides
But you wont take away my pride
No not this time
Not this time

How did we get here?
Well I use to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know

The truth is hiding in your eyes
And its hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood,
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own ("I'm screaming I love you so")
On my own (My thoughts you can't decode)

How did we get here?
Well I use to know you so well, yeah.
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know

Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools of ourselves
Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools of ourselves

Yeah
How did we get here?
Well I use to know you so well, yeah yeah.
How did we get here?
Well, I use to know you so well

I think I know
I think I know
There is something I see in you
It might kill me I want it to be true

Life In A Day of Goat & Crab

I was lazing around at my boyfriend's house today, just waiting for time to pass by till it's dinner and I have to move my butt to work. I was lying on one of his pillows and him just beside me when something sweet smelling floated its way to my nose. Below is the following conversation that took place.

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Crab = Me
Goat = Him

Crab : Something smells sweet.

Goat : *confidently* Me!

Crab : *sniffed his hair* Nope. *sniffed something else*

Goat : *hopefully* It's me?

Crab : Nope. *sniffed the air*

Goat : It's me! *gives his arm to be sniffed*

Crab : *sniff* Nope.

Goat : *by now not so confident anymore*

Crab : *sniffs the pillow she was lying on and suddenly realises it smells like her shampoo* Oh, it's me! Heh heh...

Goat : (=.=") Potong steam. *merajuks away*



Hahaha! Sorry lo =P You're sweet smelling too.

Happy New Year 2009

It's the new year! It's 2009! It's time to put all bad pasts behind and look forward to a brighter future. It's time... to grow a year older. I'm going to be 19!!!! OH MY GOODNESS! I'm getting older!!! ARGGGHHH!!! *insert big crying emo face here*

I can see the wrinkles forming!!!!

Ah well, at least the celebration was nice. Nice nice fireworks. They always make me happy =)



Happy New Year 2009!

Hope your 2009 adventure will be a blast.