Wallflower

This denim shorts that cost only $10 was kept within others for three months now. I just can't seem to bring myself to wear like that over here, somehow, it's a strange awkwardness. Which today, I woke up to the senstive topic of other man's land. So much things are on hold, I need sort things out asap especially when I'm travelling alone. I don't want to leave on streeeets. That being said, need to go for an education fair this Sunday. I remember I used to teased my sister and now it's my turn.

Finding hard to fall asleep lately. Bah.

& it's totally nothing to do with the three games I'm juggling on Facebook, really. Alright, heading for lunch in Klang. This became the sem break's routine.

Spot monalisa painting and collection of novels. I'm quite a geek deep down.

Out and about

I left this page untouched since many hours ago and got distracted by Valentine's Day and White Chicks. 

Oh yeah, my home welcomed a new 55' Samsung LCD tv since our old one had served us well for over 10 years. They have this semi 3D thing but I don't really dig television' technology but thankful enough.

Well, three weeks since I last blog. For few readers (hopefully multiple still), I've been caught up with sem six intern and hand up of reports until last Monday where we were finally freeeeeeeeeee.So right after, six of us headed to Muar, Johor with the yellow Myvi. The trip there (friend's hometown btw) was a long planned but constantly postponed trip but walla, we finally made it. And just like the rest, we must say the highlight of the trip would sum out to one word - food. Thanks to Jeff's parents, really.

//Inconsistent images below. 

Lobak

Chinese rojak

Pulut cendol

Pandan cake cause it was the mama's bday!

Dishes on the first night

Otak-otak, beer, wine, fruits, junk food alongside with karaoke session for supper

Chicken rice balls for breakfast

Authentic cendol in Malacca

On the second day, it was mostly well spend with the animals at The UK Farm. I can't believe this is where I would see sheeps while I was pestering to see one back in Tasmania and I didn't had the chance. Anyway, it was worth the price we paid and the 1 1/2 hrs drive. So, do check it out when you're there.

In the evening, we drove to Malacca town for well, more food but due to the dengue spraying thingy, Jonker street and the rest was closed down. Ended us up with Nyonya dishes and a simple chilling session after.

I think this the is only group picture, WITHOUT me.

We came back on Wednesday afternoon and I think I  even recalled of stopping by at Jackson's workplace and then chilling at Chatime before we head home. Then that night itself, there was a spontaneous party planned at Vertigo with DJ Maya in the house. Btw, do you know what's the defination of Vertigo?

Vertigo is a sensation of spinning while stationary.^[8] It is commonly associated with vomiting or nausea, unsteadiness, and excessive perspiration. Recurrent episodes in those with vertigo are common and they frequently impair the quality of life.^[2] Blurred vision, difficulty speaking, a lowered level of consciousness, and hearing loss may also occur. Central nervous system disorders may lead to permanent symptoms.

Jackson, Ashley and myself

Don't mess with the woman in leapord blouse and floral skirt (long story of outfit chosen)

Jacksons getting ready

I feel I look chinese here


Jackson and myself


The four that didn't stone

Standing strong with Ashley. At least I was. Opps!

The man and the 2 women

Women powah

Note : Images are some taken with dslr and some with Galaxy S2. Some are yours truly and some are to be credited. Some are original and some are edited.

After a late supper slash early breakfast, dropped dead at the Jackson's by 5 plus in the morning. Only to wake up later in the afternoon for MORE FOOD :)

Klang famous fried chicken and ping ping.

And the next stop was for more cendol. Sorry, there aren't proper pictures but it was really goooooood.  After imbibing on two bowls filled with coconut milk, we then make a quick hop to Ashley's grandparents home for yet the famous buttercake in Klang.

Just as you may think the few days of gallivanting has stopped, nope! The next day me and Ashley had to dreadfully wake up early to go for a seminar slash competition that our college send us for. Technically, we're replacement for others but oh well, at least we did meet nice new living souls :)

That's all for the updates now. At the moment, in the mid of week two, I'm rotting at home but loving it. Gah, I love my bed. 

Chock- full

LONG POST ALERT.

So guess what, my dad just booked tickets to Australia, Sydney this time at the end of the year, then from there, will head again to Tasmania for my sister's Masters in Architecture graduation, which also meant that she'll complete her 5 years course. Time really flies. & I'll be flying back alone for the first time, with my own savings. I for one, is first to admit that I love it over there, I'm not going to lie, but this trip is also giving a little collywobble.

For this holiday, I've spent exactly 2 months with my sister, every, single, day. And I guess that why I caught myself involuntarily shedding a tear or two shamelessly even before she left. Funny how before yes, we do many things together but we weren't exactly glued to each other. However, the time she left for her studies 2 1/2 years ago, the much said maxim was true - distance makes the heart grow fonder. And a question also popped into my mind, it's not just people who are overseas misses each other, even people who are staying in the same country but in different states, as long as they are not seeing each other daily, don't those people deserve to be put in mind that they are possibly feeling the same way too? Why need for someone to be separated by an ocean to have pity on them.

Yesterday, I met up with one of my senior that's currently studying his degree in Melbourne. Fortunately, the rest of the gang came too. So it was cool to catch up with each other's working & higher education lives. Sitting at the table, with friends older than me, talking about serious matters as though we had gone through a decade of vigorous hardship but petty stuff to the experienced world, my imaginary palm imaginable slapped me on the cheek. I am no longer a kid. I'm out of high school for already 3 years and all decisions in life is in the matter of very own hands.

My dad has started to chivvy me to start planning for my degree, next year will come just like that *snaps fingers*. My parents never mention of financial issues (thank God for his blessings) but I don't really like to burden my them, though in this case it's important. I even suggested I'll go ahead with the local Taylor's 2 year degree program. Nonetheless, it was not an option as to overseas study would be much better according to my dad. Well, I'll try planning it out. I realize, it's no more about focusing on finals first. Time's running and I need to keep in pace. (world economy issues- it goes up, it goes down).

5 o'clock in the morning, conversation got boring

On a friday night. And nope, I'm not an inch close to a conversation with someone that would keep me up this late. I was, as a matter of fact you guessed it, working on my three tasks on hand. Researching on two graphic designers for my Research & Report Writing class, squeezing my very little leftover energy cells to recall what I've learned throughout my 5 weeks of intern and transfer them into my personalized report and well, my job related projects.

I'm like a single thread. Still connected but just as you put more pressure on it, it starts to thin and eventually snaps. Luckily, I'm still not any close to snapping but yeah, so occupied with my intern. I literally spend 12 hours out of the house daily and my remaining precious 12 just somehow vanishes into thin air.

& it's time like these, I speak out with no intentions of second guessing my life because really, this is just petty stuffs. There are so much more worst case scenarios out there, which I personally think, part of the world which are fortunate enough with so many things in life, shall rant no more too and count the blessings aye!

Goodnight/goodmorning and TTFN.

ps : Tomorrow Ampang Yong Tau Fu (y).

Absence of the presence

I started driving again, and it just feels awkward with the clutch and shift stick thing. More when your mini well known car has finally dropped it's P red sticker after two years under probation.


I'm hardly into cars already. I still admire them, but that's just it. The hopes of owning one in future for self satisfaction of success capability or for plain free viewing on the highway for others to be envy off, it all has fade away. I always understand that materialistic stuff was not important but car was somehow an exception because the adrenaline in a much admirable vehicle is exhilarating and that, became a pipe idea when a whole new life long lesson story slapped me on the face last year.


I sneaked into the deepest of deepest pit hole I could possibly find to get the whole, mostly accidentally really. Movies are visuals made from mental imagination to make the hearts of viewer feel like the intended emotions it should give, and an applaud or perhaps a standing ovation is acted out afterwards when it is succeeded, feeling the personas' inner core character, so real.

What happens then when it is indeed real? 

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.

; Eric Hoffer