Perfectly Unperfect

2008-06-03T22:35:00.003+08:00

CLOSED DOWN
until further notice

Deck the halls

2007-12-24T23:12:00.001+08:00

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Live & Loud

2007-11-30T15:47:00.000+08:00

Think James Morrison perched on a stool, with his trademark guitar resting on one knee, pouring his soul into a song; for you. Look around you and you see everyone in rapture listening to him, some waving light sticks in the air, some waving lighters. The song comes to an end and the roar of applause and whoops are overwhelming, demanding an encore. This is what you’re in for, but it isn’t only James Morrison, other stars of unplugged fame will be part of this unforgettable show.

-excerpt from liveshowinmalaysia.blogspot.com

I never did expect to go but when Kak Yasmin told me her mum, Aunty Mawarni, couldn't go and was offering her ticket, I thought,

"Okay, why not. I mean, it is James Morrison and from what Kak Meera and I saw on Live from Abbey Road, he seems like a good live performer".

But OH MY GOD.

Good was an INSANE UNDERSTATEMENT. This guy was.. I don't even know if BRILIANNT does him justice. He was way way way way above even that. God, James Morrison was SPECTECULAR.

I don't think any of us who went for the Live & Loud Acoustic thought it'd be as amazing as it had turned out. Honestly, so many things had gone terribly wrong that day. From arriving late because of the horrible traffic jam, to sitting right at the back of the concert hall, really, it was one stroke of bad luck after the other.

Once James Morrison came on though, after two songs I think, we decided to stand up front. Kak Meera and Kak Yasmin went first, initially only cause Kak Meera wanted to get a good shot of him, but then when Kak Yasmin came back for me, I knew they'd found a good spot for us to watch the performance. Oh man, and would you believe it, it was an area directly facing the front of the stage.

I can't even begin to describe to you how mind blowing the whole thing was. James Morrison is not only an incredibly amazing performer, he's also a great entertainer. The way he interacted with the crowd, slipped in jokes and little stories in between his songs. One memorable moment was when this one guy shouted out "James, I love you in a sexual kind of way!!" and James laughed and said "Oh, I love you too, in a non sexual kind of way that a man could love another man". Oh, and another was when the crowd called out for him to sing "This Boy", he teasingly said "Which boy?", "What boy?" and then this little kid shouted "This Boy!", which made him laugh cause well, for one, I don't think he expected a child to be there. And so he sang "This Boy", dedicating it to the little guy.

There were so many more moments like that. I could go on forever, but I think you get the picture. The best part? After he left the stage, a lot of people started chanting, "We want more, we want more!" and just when the chanting started to die out, cause you know, I don't think anyone thought it was going to happen, he came on. You can imagine, everyone went crazy, left their seats, and we were right in front of the stage. Well, to be exact, Kak Meera and Kak Yasmin were right in front, I was more in the second row but still, so close, soooooooooo close.

I still can't get over last night. It was the most satisfying performance I have ever witnessed. Somehow, I know these are two totally different things, but it kinda makes up for missing the Muse concert. I just feel so extremely grateful to Aunty Mawarni and Kak Yasmin. Not forgetting of course, her two aunts, Kak Mimi and Kak JuJu, who drove and accompanied us.

I wasn't to say a huge James Morrison fan before but heck now, I'll follow him to the ends of the earth. Figuratively speaking. But on a more serious note, I feel like I can really appreciate his songs now, mostly because of knowing the stories behind them. It makes you see how good this guy really is.

I'll leave you then with this short clip of "Last Goodbye", James Morisson's final song of the night..

It was such a blessing that Kak Meera managed to get in front to record this =)

2007-11-22T13:33:00.000+08:00

It’s almost impossible to write about everything that’s been going on since my last entry and I'm pretty sure you don't want to know everything. So what say we just skim the surface here?

From where we left off then, college.

Well.., college has been good to me so far. Though already it has thrown in my face a number of rather crappy things, I've been receiving the good bits too. Fair enough, I suppose.

Towards the end of this semester, I think I’ve made some progress with adapting, fitting in, generally just getting used to the place. Intec’s a pretty interesting place to be really.

That said however, I'm not exactly rushing to go back, if you know what I mean. Sem break's finally here, and well, it's time to kick back and relax for a change.

Seriously, you wouldn't believe how much studying can be done when you're living in a hostel. Too much, honestly. It actually hits a rather depressing stage sometimes. Don't get me wrong though. It's not like that's all we do. We have our share of fun. Guess just not as much as we used to back in school. I dunno, somehow, there's so much pressure riding on, well, everything really.

It's the scholarship thing, I suppose. We're so afraid that if we make a slight slip, the scholarship's going to be yanked from right underneath us. Which is, of course, a tad bit of an exaggeration. You would have to be screwing up real bad for your sponsor to want to kick you off the program.

Still... I personally am finding it hard not to worry. Here's where my dad would say "What don't you worry about?"

Okay okay, 'nuff bout that. Anymore and I might end up leaving this and curling up in bed.

Next one then.

I was a little concern about how our Raya celebrations would be this time around. The past couple years, it hasn't been feeling too great. After we lost my mum's dad, the family kinda lost a reason to go back to Penang too.

It was like breaking a tradition we had going on since.. well, for as long as I can remember.

This year, things changed once again. The morning of our 50th Independence Day, my grandfather passed away. With that, we broke another tradition. No more would we gather at my uncle’s place, where my grandparents used to live, instead my dad and his siblings would now take turns hosting first Raya.

For the record, all went well. My dad took the first shift. It was a change everyone welcomed and it was nice to be able to share our first Raya with both friends and family.

I guess you could say, Raya turned out so much better than any of us had expected.

We went back to Penang too this year. It felt really really good. We stayed at this gorgeous hotel with my aunt and uncle (and their two adorable kids), visited relatives we hadn't seen in years and all in all, just had a really great time.

When you think about it, so many things have changed in such a small span of time.

It's hard to believe a whole semester has gone by and god, 2007 is almost over. I wish I could say I have no regrets but then there's just so many things I wish I could have done, so much I should have said. But, it’s as they say, you live and learn.

Live and learn.

2007-06-25T19:44:00.000+08:00

My third attempt at an entry for my decaying blog.

A rather pitiful attempt if I may add.

Oh how it reeks.

Hopefully this one will stay up long enough to be posted.

I'm finally three quarter way through "The Picture of Dorian Gray". It's amazing how long it took to progress that far. Though the first few chapters are somewhat dull, come to the middle, it's quite enthralling really. So yes, only five chapters to go. I'm eager to see what fate (or shall I say Wilde?) has in store for our beloved Dorian.

I didn't think I'd still enjoy a long day at a water park. Well, clearly I was mistaken. My family and a few relatives of ours had our very own 'family day' at Desa Water Park last Sat. The slides and such aren't much to brag about but the little of what the park had to offer was quite sufficient to keep us all happy. Sunburned skin and aching muscles were truly a small price to pay.

It was somewhere last week that they had Juan Mann on Oprah and yet, I still can't quite get this video out of my head. I saw it for the first time at Grace's if I remember correctly. Sometime way way back though.

Love the idea more than ever.

"Sometimes, a hug is all what we need. Free hugs is a real life controversial story of Juan Mann, A man whose sole mission was to reach out and hug a stranger to brighten up their lives. "

-PeaceOneEarth123

Juan Mann, the man who started it all

"...Change the world... one hug at a time!"

-jcuv186

I'll be off to college in exactly six days from now. Seems like whatever excitement that was there before has been blown away and taken over completely by fear and anxiety. Alright, so maybe not completely, but either way, it's proving hard to find the remaining bits..

Looks like this one's a keeper after all.

Third time's a charm, is it not?

2007-05-31T02:57:00.000+08:00

It's from a link I found over at CTNurul's.

Brilliantly hilarious. MUST READ

Looks like I've had no luck with my cds, yet again. I suppose it shouldn't come as much of a surprise but still..., I felt pretty darn hopeful this time around..

Grace will be back soon. Definitely looking forward to seeing her.

We owe you a Movie Day, Grace! Hurry home!! =D

"To appreciate nonsense requires a serious interest in life'"

-Gelett Burgess

Is it you?

2007-05-27T01:07:00.000+08:00

I'm not half as angry as I am upset. I find it hard to believe that a friend could have borrowed something of mine and then has no courtesy to return it. At the very least, I expect some sort of notice.

This is my last (or so I hope) request, no, PLEA to whoever it is that STILL (oh yea, this issue hasn't been resolved yet..) has my Bleach cds.

If there is even the most remote chance of it being with you, YES YOU, do me a huge huge favour and check your cd rack, room,..your whole house if necessary.

OR

If there is anyone you so much as wonder about whether or not they have it, ask for me please.

Whoever you are, I promise I won't get mad.

Okay.. I might.

No, I WILL, but can you blame me?

There should be about 10-12 cds so you can imagine how much of a hassle, not to mention what a waste it'll be for me to replace all that.

I just want what's mine back..

Sparks flew high enough

2007-05-24T23:39:00.000+08:00

I have to say, I saw it coming.

Inspirational ballads simply aren't his thing. Just like how rock isn't Jordin's thing. I think right after his last performance yesterday, Blake knew the title wasn't his to win.

I just realised, every AI contestant I root for never actually wins. There was Bo, Daughtry, and now Blake and Melinda. I've therefore concluded that American voters typically go for genres along the lines of pop, ballad, country and.. inspirational tunes.

Hmph.

Anyway, here's what I consider to be the highlight of this season's auditions. I can't help but feel like this man deserves an award of some sort...

Mr Sherman at the Los Angeles Audition

My future husband better do something as sweet for me when I'm six feet under or I swear I'll come back to haunt him.

I'm not kidding.

2007-05-18T14:57:00.001+08:00

A whole week has gone by and yet, it all still seems so surreal.

Bizarre.

Dreamlike.

Unreal.

I'm trying to make a point here.

JPA has given me a place at the International Medical University. It's extraordinary really. I can't even begin to describe how grateful I feel. I'll be attending a twinning program, which means I'll be doing 5 semesters (30 months) here, and the remaining 5 abroad.

I've received mixed reactions regarding the matter though. I know that some think its 2nd best compared to those that are offered a scholarship overseas for the whole period of their course but they couldn't be more wrong. The way I see it, I'll be able to experience the good of both worlds, plus, I get to be here, a little while longer, with my family. I couldn't ask for more.

I remember a conversation I had with Surekha last year about IMU. Not once did the thought cross my mind that I'd actually make it in. All I could think about was how great it sounded but it wasn't going to be a place for me knowing that not only is it one of our very best, but above all, it's a private institution.

Two years to that though, Medical school and all. A-levels comes first. But hopefully, if all goes well, I'll finally be able to call myself a Medical student.

I know, there's plenty of hard work up ahead but I'm counting on the fact that at the end of the day, it'll all be worth it.

After almost 6 months of being completely idle, it's both exciting and frightening to at last get back to some serious work.

I feel like my dream is gradually becoming less and less of a mere 'dream'. Instead, it's slowly turning into reality.

Get real

2007-05-09T11:08:00.000+08:00

Results

Your answers suggest you are a Realist.

The four aspects that make up this personality type are:

Summary of Realists
• Loyal and steady workers who meet deadlines
• Believe in established rules and respect facts
• Think of themselves as mature, stable and conscientious
• May appear too logical or tough-minded and forget their impact on other people

More about Realists
Realists are loyal to the people around them and work hard to keep their promises. They are honest and straightforward with others and expect the same in return. Realists believe in standard procedures and will only support change when there is a demonstrable benefit.

"Realists are the most common personality type in the UK, according to a nationwide survey"

Realists respect factual information, which they store up to use when making decisions. This group likes to have time to think quietly and carefully before taking action.

These extremely productive people like to be occupied in their leisure time with pursuits such as craftwork, hiking or reading.

In situations where they can't use their talents or are unappreciated, Realists may become obsessed with schedules, critical of others or have trouble trusting other people to get the job done properly.

Under extreme stress, Realists may complain loudly that events have taken a turn for the worse and predict negative outcomes.

Realists typically only share their opinions or personal experiences with trusted friends.

Realist Careers
Realists are attracted to jobs where decision making based on factual knowledge and experience is required.

You can go here to take the quiz.

I've been offered a place in University Malaya. Which is very good news, of course. But I haven't actually decided whether or not I'm taking it since JPA results aren't out yet.

The speculations over at ReCom.org claimed it'd be announced either on the 9th or 10th but JPA has finally confirmed otherwise.

It's only 2 days away. But this anxiety filled wait almost feels like SPM results day all over again.

I suppose whatever the outcome is, it's a comfort to know I already have something good at hand.

I stole this from your blog

2007-05-06T15:37:00.000+08:00

I'm a lady bug.

How lame is that?

I'll tell you.

It's lamer than the lamest of lames.

Well, go on. Try it.

Hope you get a lady bug too. That way you'd be just as lame.

Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

As much as I'd like to complain about this one too, I've got nothing.

Well.. sort of. But I'll spare you the pointless whining.

2007-05-02T21:24:00.000+08:00

Blake was super cool tonight.

He did an absolutely brilliant rendition of "You give love a bad name". This Bon Jovi song is an all time favourite of mine, so if he screwed it up, that would have sucked big time. But boy oh boy, he did the exact opposite. He totally nailed it.

Hell yea.

American Idol's Blake Lewis

Melinda, needless to say, was outstanding as always. For someone who doesn't do rock, it hardly seemed that way. THAT, is what you call a truly great singer.

I think I'd be able to settle with either winning American Idol this time around.

Enough AI then.

Iskandar's party went well. We did though have a few 'surprises' here and there, but nothing unmanageable.

The party crashers for instance. The mere prospect was more hilarious than frustrating really. Imagine, all of a sudden you see some random dude casually walking in, helping himself to the food. Later on I found out my parents had passed out open invitations to those few who kept lingering in front of our house.

Yes, Daddy and Mummy are REALLY nice people.

My long long break is finally coming to an end.

The anxiety is slowly slipping in too. I think more than anything else, I hate the uncertainty of it all. I suppose, on the bright side, I'll only have to wait a week more. Then, it's time to decide what to do and where to go.

I'll have to make the best of whatever time I have left then.

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

2007-04-24T23:25:00.000+08:00

Invitation cards for Iskandar's Birthday Party

Aren't they just the most adorable little cards you've ever seen??

No, I'm not just saying that cause I made them... Come on, those BIG, ROUND girly blue eyes, the infectious smile, that large goofy buckteeth, -okay, I'll stop now.

On a more realistic, honest note, after spending hours on all 11, I swear I'll crack if I see anything remotely close to looking like a yellow sponge.

Poor Iskandar. Everyday I interrogate him, just to make sure he hasn't invited yet another random party go-er. I'm starting to feel sorry for the boy, but he needs to know that if I don't get the proper number, there might not be enough party packs to go around. Surely you can see how much of a horrendous blunder that would be.

With proper planning, all will progress smoothly.

Yes, I have lost it. But anything's better than being depressed.

Dum de dum.

2007-04-18T19:31:00.000+08:00

I wish I could say I was surprised.

Come rolling into town unaware

Of the power that you have over me

And what am I to do

With "Hello, how are you?"

Nothing's ever said that should be

But the truth is, I really wasn't.

And I don't care about you

If you don't care about me

We can go our separate ways

If you want to

The ties of love are strong

But they can be undone

And we'll go our separate ways

If you want to

Maybe.. just a little bit.

I'm turning into me, not you

I can change my mind not my blood

And not all who love are blind

Some of us are just too kind

We forgive too much

And never speak our minds

I think, I saw it coming but couldn't bear to simply assume it would be so till I heard from you.

And I don't care about you

If you don't care about me

We can go our separate ways

If you want to

The ties of love are strong

But they can be undone

And we'll go our separate ways

If you want to

Right now, I believe my heart has finally taken in all it can bear to take and no more.

I'm giving up on you

I'll turn my heart to something new

And we'll go our separate ways

If you want to

It has presented before me, a reason, permission, to give up.

I stood out in the rain

Holding my breath

Waiting for you

You never came

You broke my heart

I know who's to blame

You're to blame

On you and all those years I've spent desperately trying to hold the pieces in place..

And I don't care about you

If you don't care about me

We can go our separate ways

If you want to

The ties of love are strong

But they can be undone

And we'll go our separate ways

If you want to

If you want to...

ATTENTION!

2007-04-09T15:17:00.000+08:00

An important reminder to all book lovers;

and not forgetting you PC geeks,

13 to 15 April 2007

Pikom PC Fair 2007 @ KLCC
Its all about Computers, Computer Peripheralsand more Computers!!

Layout of KLCC with PC Fair Vendors
- KLCC Ballroom
- KLCC Banquet Hall
- KLCC Conference Halls
- KLCC Halls 1 & 2
- KLCC Hall 3
- KLCC Halls 4 & 5

Location
Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre (Map)

Organized by
Pikom Malaysia Sdn Bhd

2007-04-05T20:42:00.000+08:00

"Terima kasih di atas minat anda terhadap Program Penajaan Pendidikan PETRONAS 2007!

Adalah dimaklumkan bahawa permohonan anda tidak berjaya. PETRONAS mengucapkan Selamat Maju Jaya di dalam bidang yang bakal anda ceburi.

Sekian, terima kasih"

Waaaaaaah.... so cold..

I feel.. like a rusty blade has just been driven straight into my heart.

Yes, it's THAT painful. Well.. not really. Just being overly dramatic..

I suppose this means another application officially...err..'completed'

On to other random matters,

Five people I wanna shoot;

1. Sanjaya Malakar.
If you're an American who VOTED for Sanjaya, let me know and I'll add you to the list.

2. Paula Abdul.
I'm left staring blankly at the screen everytime she's done with her utterly riddiculous comments. "Oh, those shoes are just adorable! Huh? You're not wearing shoes? Well.. err.. I just love commenting on everything but your singing! Tee hee"

3. Puff Daddy/P.Diddy/.. or whatever he's called now..

4. Aznil Nawawi

5. Anuar Zain

Reasons for no.3-5? I don't a reason.

Now be a dear and hand me the gun.

And even more randomness..

Hang Ten T-Shirt

Ten-chan!! Mite mite!* ((Ten-chan!! Look look!))

Let me explain to everyone else. Stan's full name is Stanley Oh Chan Ten & his email address is hangstan@hotmail.com. Store's name; HANG TEN.

Kakkoi, ne?* ((Cool, huh?))

Right right right, last one, promise,

MegaTokyo Volume 1

The fact that I spent RM35 on this is insane but Fred Gallagher a.k.a. Piro said;

"Read the book, save your bandwidth"

Made enough sense to me. Haha..no, I'm kidding.. Just had the extra cash..

At the MPH nationwide sale last weekend, we (meaning Kak Meera & I) bought;

1. The Grapes of Wrath- John Steinbeck (we found it, Stan!)

2. Of Mice & Men- John Steinbeck (this one too tapi both were the new cover punye so pretty pricey... >.>; )

3. A Man Named Dave- Dave Pelzer

4. Completely Unexpected Tales- Roald Dahl

I know I've promised but this is the ULTIMATE LAST ONE,

I WANT MY BLEACH CD's BACK!!!

*Why the sudden use of Japanese? I blame it on the extensive amount of Naruto fillers..

So.. which one's the artery again?

2007-04-03T22:16:00.000+08:00

After the three day "make or break" course at the Kuala Lumpur Hospital, I've come to realise one huge thing..,

Despite all the effort; blood, sweat & tears (if I may quote a rather laid-back, humorous HKL doctor) that needs to be put in to get there, (oh boy and even when you're already there, the effort doesn't stop now does it?) everything feels absolutely worth it when you hear those two magical words..

"Thank you"

I loved the atmosphere. Being with approximately 156 other people who shared that same dream, that same noble goal, felt like home. Here you have so many others who want this just as much as you do and everyone realises the other spells out C-O-M-P-E-T-I-T-I-O-N, but within that short span of time, there was an unmistakable sense of unity.

I admire truly, the numerous doctors and nurses who without fail answered our every question, no matter how peculiar or eyebrow raising, and with that, not one sighed in exasperation or turned us away out of annoyance. They, are living proof that no matter how highly educated you are, it isn't impossible to stay grounded.

We were divided into groups of 25-27 and visited six different departments which were Orthopedic, Surgery, Forensic, Out Patient, Emergency and O&G (Obstetric & Gynaecology). Of course, some experienced more than others. For instance, the group that went to the Forensic lab on the first day had the opportunity to witness a LIVE post mortem AND later that day at the O&G labour room, a mother giving birth! Dear god, my group mates and I were way beyond envious.

Ah, since we're on the subject of morgues, it wasn't as freaky as some might assume. Eh.. then again that's probably cause you'd be in with some 25 others.. But there was one thing I had some trouble getting out of my head; the smell of decaying flesh. Boy, it really does stay with you. It's odd how even now, certain whiffs remind me of it. Lots of things are starting to smell of death. God, I sound so morbid..

There was a sense of sadness to it all. Most of the bodies there were unidentified therefore unclaimed. In truth, everyone dies alone. But I suppose the thought of having no loved ones to give you a decent burial service, that final closure, breaks my heart. It makes you appreciate the people you have knowing that when it's your time, you'll have someone with you in a heart beat.

Not only did I find true motivation, I had the honour, if I may say so, to meet a number of intellectually pleasant people I definitely hope to see again. I look forward to the day our paths may cross once more.

Interviews were always a terrifying prospect to me until 9 hours ago when I had my first (Prefect interviews in school don't count. Why? Because I say so =X) I can't say I've come to LOVE it. Absolutely not.. But I'm glad that I had a chance at it today. I like to think that hands on experiences make you a wiser more knowledgeable person.

So, one scholarship application officially completed. Back to more waiting, praying, and hoping for the best.

The Pengarah of HKL reminded us that doctors do what they can to help, it is God that decides the outcome and quoted Benjamin Franklin;
"God heals and the doctor takes the fee"

2007-03-25T00:28:00.001+08:00

Turning 18 doesn't quite hit you until.... well, until you're yearning to watch an 18+ movie and the thought strikes; "Hey I'm...18!!".

Either that or when you end up celebrating it TWICE.

My Eighteenth Birthday.. Without doubt, my BEST yet.

Thursday started off nice and easy, almost lazy really, with me waking up at every beep of my handphone signaling the arrival of yet another delightful birthday greeting.

We had crab that night. Oh boy, .. It was an absolutely scrumptious dinner. I did though, sustain a minor injury. What happen was, while trying to break off the crab's pincers, I pressed down too hard and the shell sliced into my right thumb. But even though it stung everytime cili padi seeped into the cut and made contact with raw flesh, who, in their right mind would/could turn down CRAB? That, would be plain crazy. Anyway, according to the prosa "Raja Bersiung", blood is suppose to.. ENHANCE the taste of one's dish. Yummm...

Saturday's birthday party was a pleasant surprise. I had no idea! Heh, guess that means the 'surprise' was a success.

A big big big, THANK YOU to my parents, Kak Meera, Stan, Sook Jean, Yeen Lynn, Han Yang & Kok Hou.

(clockwise from top left) Yeen Lynn, Kok Hou, Han Yang, Stanley, Kak Meera, Aqeela, Sook Jean, Iskandar, me, Adila

Yummy photo by Han Yang

Amazing gifts, from some of the most amazing people you could ever hope to meet...,

from Kirstin

'Kon' doll from Sook Jean

from Eugene

from Stan & Han Yang

from Stan's mum

from Yeen Lynn, Grace & Yuvha

from Abang Faqih & Nazrul

from Kak Meera

(YESSS! It is THE POST SECRET book!! Seriously man, how COOL is that?!)

P.S: All photos were taken with my Minolta DiMage Z1. It was my dad's actually. He gave it to me that Thursday morning and said that if I had to leave to study abroad, he'd want me to have this with me. God, I had to hold back from tearing up.

from Daddy =)

I can't thank you guys enough for the two fantastic days. No words can truly express how much I appreciate all that was done for me.

The smses, cards, gifts and simply the company,

THANK YOU all so so much.

2007-03-13T14:39:00.000+08:00

I feel grateful.

So immensely grateful.

The joy on my parents face,

The smug on Kak Meera's as she said those ever familiar words;"Told you so",

Shared laughter and smiles with my dear friends,

Endless string of calls from delighted relatives,

It was a moment way beyond 'wonderful'.

It was PERFECT.

The Rise of True Evil

2007-03-09T04:06:00.000+08:00

Gaspard Ulliel

Alright boys and girls, time to stop that drooling and please, shut those hanging jaws.

I give you, Gaspard Ulliel.

This 22 year old French model turned actor, plays the renowned fictional character, Hannibal Lecter, in the prequel to the ever popular, Hannibal.

Hannibal Rising, in short, tells the tale of how Hannibal Lecter came to be.

Hannibal Rising trailer

Through the trailer alone, you witness how Gaspard carries the role with sheer excellence, staying true to character; cold, cunning and cruel. His feat is piercingly brilliant and boy, does he look good doing it.

I have yet to have seen the movie unfortunately, but I can say the trailer did not fail to capture my immediate attention.

It is undeniable that Anthony Hopkins portrayal of Hannibal Lecter in all three movies; Red Dragon, The Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal (though I personally think there wasn't quite enough of him in Red Dragon, but that's a whole different story altogether..) was disturbingly incredible.

And although it would do no justice to compare an honoured veteran to a rising star, few can disagree that Gaspard's performance is most definitely, nothing short of a worthy follow-up.

I say bring it on. Violence, bloodshed and all.

2007-03-05T23:59:00.000+08:00

a•lone

Pronunciation: (u-lōn'), [key]

—adj.(used predicatively)

1. separate, apart, or isolated from others: I want to be alone.

2. to the exclusion of all others or all else: One cannot live by bread alone.

3. unique; unequaled; unexcelled: He is alone among his peers in devotion to duty.

4. leave alone,

a. to allow (someone) to be by himself or herself: Leave him alone--he wants to rest.

b. to refrain from annoying or interfering with: The youngsters wouldn't leave the dog alone, and he finally turned on them.

I don't think I've ever been very fond of big crowds, aside from that involving family and not-so-distant relatives or close friends.

I've always dreaded weddings,

And parties,

And large gatherings,

And big group outings,

And funerals, no, not just cause it means someone died.

A "reunion" loses its meaning when its done much too frequently. Lets say, twice every god forsaken month. It's one thing to miss and want to cherish fond memories but it tips at the edge of being completely preposterous when constantly obsessing over that of which has come to pass..

It's all just way too tiresome.

You know damn well that this is wrong~

2007-02-26T01:31:00.000+08:00

It'll sink in...

Sinking..

Sinked.

WAAAARGH!!!!

I can't believe I've just missed out on THE Muse concert!. It just HAD to be one of the best live bands, EVER..

T_____T

*inhales...exhales*

Okay, okay.

Happy thoughts, happy place.

Right, on to other matters..

I've finally got myself a part-time job. I do feel like I'm missing out on something, considering I'm working at home. But there's little to complain about really. It's an easy enough job, it pays well and not to mention, insanely flexible working hours.

Aside from loosing out on 'the reality working life experience you can only get OUT THERE',

One could not ask for more.

Oh well.

P.S: I passed my driving test last Wed. I'm immensely grateful but I don't think it's really worth writing a whole post about.

=/

P.P.S: Someone still has my BLEACH cd's!! I'd REALLY appreciate if you'd return them....

='(

True Colours

2007-02-09T15:19:00.000+08:00

Only quite recently I’ve discovered for myself the wonders of YouTube.

Yes, a little late, but better late than never as they say.

It’s funny (no, not the laugh out loud kind of ‘funny’. As the insightful sister of mine pointed out, “funny” doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a laughing matter) my daily life seems to center around The Oprah Winfrey Show.

ALOT.

From spectacular new discoveries of life, to delicious recipes, it’s ‘everything Oprah’ these days.

“I know! It’s like what Oprah said-..”

*Gasp* “Seriously?! Oprah was saying that-..”

Well, you catch my drift.

What’s strangely amusing is that after my post on self hatred, I seem to have come across countless Oprah shows on the related matter.

One particular show, there was something Dr. Robin said that made me sit up in my chair. She mentioned how someone you’re in a relationship with, often your spouse, tends to express to you verbally, or physically, what your ‘inner self’ is telling you.

Confused? Don’t be. Here, let me explain;

A lady that came on during the show had gained 100 pounds after two failed marriages and now, her 3rd husband verbally abuses her; constantly calling her a fat arse and telling her that there’s no way she’s good enough for anyone else.

But words can’t hurt us unless we believe them.

Exactly the point Dr. Robin was making. Because all that was said to this poor lady verbally by her mean husband was what she was, ever so often, telling herself.

Now that is an A-HA! moment.

Its amazing how important it really is to attain self acceptance and find peace within yourself. Did you know that a mothers ‘psychological pain’ can somewhat be ‘transferred’ to her child? Not only that, it tends to magnify and blow out of proportion too.

I couldn’t help but think..

“Great, not only do I have to stop hating myself so my husband wouldn't 'express' it towards me, now I’ve even got to worry about what emotional scars I may pass on to my children??”

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy..

What a day for a daydream~

2007-02-09T14:43:00.001+08:00

Absolutely La-la-LOVE this one.

Thanks to Kak Meera, I can't get Paolo Nutini + Jehro's 'Daydream' out of my head.

Which is not a bad thing, obviously.

Mmmmm~ it makes me wanna daydream..

Oh, what I'd give to be able to whistle to this.

Left, no no, the OTHER LEFT!

2007-01-26T15:34:00.000+08:00

I don't get it.

Honestly.

10 minutes into my first driving lesson last Monday and I thought;

"Ooooookay, is this it??"

Lets skip the unnessecary elaboration on the matter. Instead, to sum it all up, I'd say driving to me, is pretty much like studying, you're never really hyped out to do it, but you do anyway.

=/

The 2 hours we had today was almost excruciatingly long. I'll admit, it was partly cause I had my go on the Highway which I frankly found a tad bit nerve wrecking. Every huge lorry that drove by made me think..

"Oh god, oh god, what IF-.. "

I need to relax, Uncle Cheng tells me.

Ohohoho, no kidding...

The best thing I've heard today?

"Okay, now you can drive home"

*UNOFFICIAL Update

2007-01-22T01:07:00.000+08:00

Alright

Here's the deal

I seem to be missing two of my Animes and no one I ask seems to have it. Brilliantly enough, I can't remember who I've lent 'em to in the first place.. Asking from one person to the other is starting to get rather tiresome, so yes, I've resorted to this.

Okay, okay, here's what I'm looking for..

1) Bleach (episode 1- 47) ((my set has a printout of the anime slipped into the cd case of ep.1-6))

2) Samurai Champloo (episode 1-26) ((basically, the whole set))

And so, if any of these are currently with you, please PLEASE, let me know. It's fine if you need it a little longer, I don't need them back urgently. I just want to be assured that it's not missing.

Thanks

*A proper update will be posted as soon as this is resolved

Did you know..

2007-01-08T12:51:00.000+08:00

'The Sixth Sense' still sends a notable chill down my spine regardless of the fact that I've watched it countless times.

The idea of using a child to depict the terror and fear of the supernatural was pure GENIUS.

Aside from the ever famous, "I see dead people" scene, here's one of the movies many memorable moments...

Malcolm puts his fingers to his temple. This time a little bit slower. He gazes at Cole's school uniform.

MALCOLM You don't like to say much at school. You're an excellent student however. You've never been in any kind of serious trouble.

Cole takes a slow step back.

COLE We were supposed to draw a picture. Anything we wanted... I drew a man. He got hurt in the neck by another man with a screwdriver.

MALCOLM You saw that on T.V., Cole?

Cole answers by taking a small step back.

COLE Everybody got upset. They had a meeting. Momma started crying. I don't draw like that anymore.

MALCOLM How do you draw now?

COLE I draw people with smiles, dogs running, and rainbows. They don't have meetings about rainbows.

MALCOLM (soft) I guess they don't.

Malcolm looks down at Cole's feet. They're almost at the doorway. One more step and he's there. Cole is very still. He doesn't move at all.

COLE (whispers) What am I thinking now?

Malcolm takes his time before speaking. He just stares. No fingers to the temple. No games. He just stares.

MALCOLM You're thinking... I don't know what you're thinking, Cole.

Cole quietly takes a step back into the doorway of the other room.

COLE (whispers) I was thinking... you're nice. But you can't help me.

Cole's tiny figure steps away. Malcolm stares helplessly at the empty doorway where his client used to stand."

A scene from 'The Sixth Sense'

Undoubtedly, 'The Sixth Sense' remains to be, one of the best horror movies of all time.

It was said though, that M. Night Shyamalans inspiration to his character 'Cole', was in fact, himself as a child. In addition, most of his movies, has a hint of his own life experiences; His personal encounter with numerous bizarre phenomenons..

Or so I thought after watching a documentry on him a couple years back.

All that however, is absolute bullshit. Yup, I found it particularly absurd too, but take a look at this...

Sci Fi Channel hoax

In 2004, Shyamalan was involved in a media hoax with the Sci Fi Channel, which when eventually uncovered by the press prompted Sci Fi's parent company, NBC-Universal, to denounce the undertaking as "not consistent with our policy at NBC. We would never intend to offend the public or the press and we value our relationship with both".

Sci Fi claimed in its "documentary" special — The Buried Secret of M. Night Shyamalan, shot on the set of The Village — that Shyamalan was legally dead for nearly a half-hour while drowned in a frozen pond in a childhood accident, and that upon being rescued he had experiences of communicating with spirits, fueling an obsession with the supernatural.

The Sci Fi Channel also claimed that Shyamalan had grown "sour" when the "documentary" filmmakers' questions got too personal, and had therefore withdrawn from participating and threatened to sue the filmmakers.

In truth, Shyamalan developed the hoax with Sci Fi, going so far as having Sci Fi staffers sign non-disclosure agreements with a $5 million fine attached, and required Shyamalan's office to formally approve each step. Neither the childhood accident nor the supposed rift with the filmmakers ever occurred.

The hoax included a non-existent Sci Fi publicist, "David Westover", whose name appeared on press releases regarding the special. Sci Fi also fed false news stories to the Associated Press and Zap2It.com among others.

A New York Post news item, based on a Sci Fi press release, referred to Shyamalan's attorneys threatening to sue the filmmakers; the attorneys named were non-existent. After an AP reporter confronted Sci Fi Channel president Bonnie Hammer at a press conference, Hammer admitted the hoax, saying it was part of a guerrilla marketing campaign to generate pre-release publicity for The Village.

Despite his office's disclosure-agreement requirement and approvals of each marketing step, Shyamalan told the AP, "I was, of course, involved in the production of the special but had nothing to do with the marketing of it. If the Sci Fi Channel erred in their marketing strategy, it was totally out of enthusiasm."

Article from Wikipedia

That, my friend, is why you can hardly ever believe what you see on T.V. The big question is, can we trust sources from the internet any better??

Guess we'll never know for sure..

Happy New Year

2007-01-01T20:45:00.000+08:00

I just stood there, watching in anguish as the contents of my pencilcase was emptied into the little drain outside of class. They said a family member would die if I were to keep those that were shorter than my fingers.

A family member for every finger

But I picked them up anyway, my precious little colour pencils, after they had gone. My body shaking as I sobbed silently.

I was 7 then.

I don't think I ever understood how a person could be disliked merely for being.... different.

I hated being different. I hated them for thinking I was different. I hated ME for being different.

I went through a period of time where I couldn't even bear to look at myself in the mirror. When away from home, I would avoid looking at anything that would show my reflection. Watching Oprah one afternoon, on how these three people were all unable to look at themselves, in fear that what they would see would be something so hideously unbearable, drove me to tears.

The hardest was to begin accepting things for what they were. To start accepting ME. I don't think I have altogether, but I'm working on it. Some days it's hard and my mind goes back to what used to be. At moments like those, I feel down and beaten.

I am trying, trying to love myself.

I've been lapsing into occasional depressive modes lately. And in the process, I've hurt the one most beloved to me today, due to my own stupidity.

Along the years, we've all had our share of ups and downs. No doubt, there's more to come. But I guess, no matter how hard you fall, you've got to get up and soldier on.

A simple gesture from a dear friend lifted my spirits yesterday.

I felt happy, so happy.

I'll treasure that priceless gift, my sole New Year Card.

With that, Happy New Year everyone.

postcard from PostSecret.com

2006-12-25T03:47:00.000+08:00

MERRY CHRISTMAS

by DarkRedRose

Oh, Jenny don't be hasty

2006-12-16T01:33:00.000+08:00

It's.. exasperating, frustrating, maddening almost when petty remarks are sent your way regarding the littlest things that barely mattered in the first place. Were the meanings behind those words completely overlooked or simply ignored? I find it hard to believe that people really are that oblivious. At moments like this, pouring ones heart and soul into something does indeed seem pointless..

* * *

Do you remember that card you gave me?

"I'm sorry", it said. "For leaving you behind & for not being by your side.."

Reading it today made me smile. Because you're doing it again.

But.. you don't know that do you? Maybe that's why I'm always waiting.

Waiting, waiting, waiting

For pigs to fly, for cats to talk, for stones to sprout,

For you to change

You will. I know you will. But what I do wonder though, is how long more can I wait?

Don't you?

"If you know it matters to you, don't give up", I was told. The problem is, I don't think I know anymore.

I have concluded though, that for now, I'll be waiting a little more.

Sheer stupidity? Perhaps. Though it makes little sense to throw away something you've held on to for almost 8 years.

I suppose, only time will tell.

postcard from PostSecret.com

And so it is

2006-12-13T22:30:00.000+08:00

I'll miss..

My dear classmates,

My beloved teachers,

My extraordinary friends,

My darling juniors,

I'll miss, a hundred and one things about school and its magnificent people.

And yet, I can't help but feel..

Relief. Pure RELIEF.

A chapter of my life has been closed. Completed. A burden has been lifted off my broad, weary shoulders. Truly, I fail to recall the last time I've felt this relaxed. I welcome this long break.

Or more so, I NEED it.

It's not a mere desire of the heart, it has undoubtedly become, a necessity.

And so, I am ready,

To let go and to hold on.

To forget and to remember.

To simply, move on..

photo by Ho Han Yang

2006-11-17T02:29:00.000+08:00

To all you Form 5's out there,

ALL THE BEST!

P.S: Will resume blogging after the 4th of December

So pour the champagne

2006-10-31T22:28:00.000+08:00

Raya has been a great period of realisation for me.

I’ve experienced both the joys of family reunions and bitter sweet memories of what could have or should have been .

I’ve witnessed a painful, desperate battle to cling on to life or maybe it was more of a struggle to let go, pass on.

I don’t think I would ever know for sure.

I’ve learned, patience and forgiveness does more good to the heart and soul. Much more in fact, than that of anger, hate, regret.

Through the sincerity and pureness of intentions of the people I love, I’ve found a way to face the demons of my past head on, to banish them for eternity and above all, be at peace.

I’m beginning to realise now, more and more, just how much family means to me.

Maybe, this is growing up.

2006-10-19T16:08:00.000+08:00

Happy Deepavali

Selamat Hari Raya

Porcelain skin and bubble gum tongue

2006-10-10T01:11:00.000+08:00

John Mayer

John Mayer's "Waiting on the World to Change" has been my 'theme song' for weeks now. It has this enthralling, feel good rhythm to it and above all, lyrics with an array of critical messages.

These few lines for instance,

Now we see everything is going wrong

With the world and those who lead it

We just feel like we don't have the means

To rise above and beat it

So we keep waiting (waiting)

Waiting on the world to change

We keep on waiting (waiting)

Waiting on the world to change

Its hard to beat the system

When we're standing at a distance

So we keep waiting (waiting)

Waiting on the world to change

Now if we had the power

To bring our neighbors home from war

They would've never missed a Christmas

No more ribbons on their door

When you trust your television

What you get is what you got

Cause when they own the information

They can bend it all they want

Waiting on the world to change, John Mayer

I love meaningful songs. This, if definitely one of those insightful tunes.

I suppose this is pretty random but...doesn't he look really good with the new hairstyle? Gives him a kind of boyish charm, don't you think? Another reason why I adore the music video so much. Duuuuuuh

Anyway.."Daughters", would have to be another JM song I'm very much fond of. One heck of a remarkably sweet song.

Boys, you can break

You'll find out how much they can take

Boys will be strong

And boys soldier on

But boys would be gone without the warmth from

A woman's good, good heart

On behalf of every man

Looking out for every girl

You are the god and the weight of her world

So fathers, be good to your daughters

Daughters will love like you do

Girls become lovers who turn into mothers

So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Daughters, John Mayer

Sooooo, I was wondering, does anyone listen to JM? I've heard a number of his songs, but only those played on radio. I'm rather curious to know if his albums good. Just let me know if you've heard any one of his cds.

P.S: Speaking of cds, I won MUSE's latest album on Yeen Lynn's blog! (thanks again YL!!) Yup, how cooool is that ^_~

And YES, I am gloating, but only because I can.

Light up, light up

2006-10-09T23:48:00.000+08:00

I've never actually attended a Lantern Festival before so you can imagine the level of excitement when the sms came. Celebrating it at Han Yang's was absolutely luminous.

Yea, I know it is quite odd that we forgot to take pictures of the lanterns itself.. buuuut, it was all there nonetheless. If you've never hung up lanterns during the mooncake festival with a bunch of friends, you should the next time around.

It's funny how something so simple can be so pleasurable.

Initially, we were randomly placing candles on one end of the court. Then someone came up with the idea of spelling out SPM, and of course, we decided to go with that. Yup, so we sat around the candles, took a deep breath, made a unison wish and blew 'em out.

I suppose it was like a little 'ritual' of ours.

Sitting around and talking aimlessly afterwards felt somewhat relaxing and strangely satisfying.

The whole event was really nicely done. Credit goes to the one and only,

Jacob Ho Han Yang

Here's to a spectacular night!

Your hands are mine to hold

2006-10-02T01:58:00.000+08:00

"Seek wisdom in the ages,

look at the world through the eyes of a child"

I came across that lovely quote by Ron Wild while browsing through "For Babies" at BORDERS. The simplicity of his words, it's outright honest, crystal clear meaning, had me instantly. I believe a child sees the world both as it is and what it should be. A child would see in you what everyone else overlooks as though it were the most obvious thing. Maybe that's why it feels so special when they show a hint of fondness towards you.

I dreamt about a little baby girl a few nights ago.

She was mine.

I remember quite vaguely, her soft brown hair, those tiny hands fitting perfectly in my own and that beautiful smile. I have wondered, more than just a couple of times, what it would feel like to have a little one of my own. Don't panic, I'm not pregnant. Or getting married for that matter..

It's just a thought.

Perhaps a result of my day at the bookstore looking at photographs or babies.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

2006-09-30T00:06:00.000+08:00

The only thing I detest more than exams are those grueling, seemingly never ending weeks you go through getting back your results..

I doubt it’s anywhere near exaggeration to say that exams have an utterly ‘brilliant’ way of bringing out the worst in people. There’s no need to elaborate more on that.

I personally, have been having a particularly hard time dealing with things this time around. I know it doesn’t take very much to get me stressed up, pressured or worried for that matter. But it feels as though the magnitude of it all has been multiplied ten times more.

Okay, I think too much. That’s obvious.

The events on Thursday practically tore me apart. As I spent half an hour weeping my heart out, all I could think about was how much I wanted to be at home.

A simple message from a beloved friend turned my day around.

"Don't worry, don't be sad. To be or not to be, that is the question"

It may not have made much sense to another but I understood, and it meant the world to me.

Never have I been so grateful of holidays. It’s only for a week. Plus, I’ve got loads of studying to do. But, I've been yearning for a time off. Then again, who hasn't. I seriously need to be away from school for a while. The longer the better, but since clearly that isn’t quite possible, I’ll gladly take on those 9 days of so called solitude.

More minor exams after the PMR break. I suppose it will help us assess how prepared we are for SPM... Despite that, surprisingly, it doesn’t make me dislike the idea any less than I already do.

The Birth

2006-09-22T23:02:00.000+08:00

I stroked her head gently as she moved around the box restlessly.

I sat there, wishing I were able to do more than just sit by, watching from the sidelines, as she stuggled to get into a comfortable position.

Then we waited, both her and I, anticipating the first signs of contraction. My hand, patting her head religiously knowing that everytime I took it away, she worried I was about to leave her side. I didn't of course. Instead whispered words of comfort somehow feeling she understood. No, I don't know for sure.

My hands and legs were both aching by then. An hour or so had gone by, and finally, she had her first one. Without doubt, I was slightly terrified. Okay.. maybe that's an understatement. But leaving was the last option on my list. I couldn't. Not at that moment, when I felt she needed reassurance most.

By 12.30 that afternoon, there were two. Both well and adorable.

Yes, Sebastion gave birth to two lovely baby kittens today.

God.. what an experience.

AND of course, not forgetting, the highlight of my day...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAK MEERA!

Daddy's little girl

2006-09-16T02:31:00.000+08:00

A heartfelt postcard I found on Post Secret...

Paradise Kiss

2006-09-16T00:10:00.000+08:00

Another week to go..

I must say it is a huge relief that we're done with this weeks papers..

Had a Paradise Kiss marathon to 'de-stress'....

A rather.. admirable anime really. I would definitely say it's different from the usual.

Brief description:-

"Attending prepatory school has been a normal setting for Yukari for most of her life, respecting the wishes of her parents for a quality education. Now, as an elite high school student, she begins to doubt her route in life until she meets the members of "Parakiss", a lively group of fashion designers.Yukari's asked by the members of Parakiss to model at the fashion show held at the festival of Yazawa Art School. She hesitates at the thought of becoming a model, but soon after her encounter with George, a designer who adamantly pursues his dream, she's inspired to pursue her own route in life...."

animeNfo.com

Comments on the Paradise Kiss manga (comic book)...

"Let's just say that the key word for Paradise Kiss is bizarre, both in a good way and a bad way…but mostly in a good. We all need a little glitter in our lives"

"....So yes, there's plenty to be scared of. But if you're old enough you should still read it. You can sort through the fear later, possibly as you shop for pretty dresses because man, this manga will make you want pretty dresses"

Dawn-sama, reviewer on 'Sleep is for the weak.org'

"This series is brilliant. There is nothing I didn’t like about it. The story was great, the artwork superb, the characters well rounded and lovable."

Manga Review.com

A brilliantly colourful anime. Absolutely worth the watch.

I've fallen head over heels for..

2006-08-22T00:02:00.000+08:00

Michael Buble

Watching his performance last Sunday, on tv of course, (like duuh) felt so spectacular. He's brilliantly charming, an amusing entertainer, and that voice, God, melts your heart like butter..

What could be more 'droolable'.. Really now, need I say more?

Have you ever realised how catchy the lyrics to "Fever" are? Neither have I.

Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said 'Julie, baby, you’re my flame
Thou giv-est fever when we kisseth
Fever with the flaming youth
Fever I’m afire
Fever yea I burn for sooth’
Captain Smith and Pocahantas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said 'Daddy, o, don’t you dare
He gives me fever with his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever, I’m his misses,
Oh daddy, won’t you treat him right’

Now you’ve listened to my story
Here’s the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it fahrenheit or centigrade
They give you fever when you kiss them
Fever if you live and learn
Fever till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn

If I were ever to leave home, I know I'll think of this beautiful song.
I simply love this verse..

And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
still feel alone
I wanna go home
Let me go home

-Home by Michael Buble

Michael Buble is nothing short of EXTRAORDINARY. An absolutely stunning performer. If he were to come to Malaysia, I swear, I'd kill to get tickets to his concert.

Since American Idol Season 3, I've realised, I do have a thing for crooners.

No kidding.

Remember John Stevens? Yup, that charming red head who brought crooning to American Idol. I looked forward to AI every week just to watch him perform. I did loose a tad bit of interest to keep up with the show after he was kicked out.

I didn't expect him to win, but there was definitely an alluring quality in the young 16 year old (he was 16 at the time) who was frequently compared to his idol, the one and only, Frank Sinatra.

And then there's David Radford, who was on this years season.

I was a little skeptical at first, about the idea of having yet another crooner on American Idol. But of course, all that crooning got to me once again. Guess who are his favourite singers?

Michael Buble
&
Frank Sinatra

Surprise surprise ;p

Unlike Michael Buble though, both John Stevens and David Radford lacked in delivering feeling and emotion when singing. According to Simon Cowell its 'the age factor'. Makes sense I suppose.

Dirty little secret

2006-08-20T02:01:00.000+08:00

"You are invited to anonymously contribute your secrets to PostSecret. Each secret can be a regret, hope, funny experience, unseen kindness, fantasy,
belief, fear, betrayal, erotic desire, feeling, confession, or childhood humiliation. Reveal anything - as long as it is true and you have never shared
it with anyone before"

-PostSecret.blogspot.com

Post Secret is this site where people from all over the world, share their heartfelt confessions or even their deepest darkest secrets, expressed on nothing but a postcard.

The idea of it is simply amazing.

Its a strangely brilliant feeling to come across a postcard you feel like you can relate to. I have thought about sending in one of my own, but never quite got to it yet. Maybe sometime in the near future I suppose.

Remember the music video for "Dirty Little Secret" by The All American Rejects? The band was given authorised permission to use the postcards that had been sent in. How cool is that?

If you've got some time to spare, go check the site out. If I'm not mistaken its updated weekly.

Torn

2006-08-18T18:45:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, I really do wonder why I keep holding on.

Every time I tell myself you’ve changed, and things will work out this time, you prove me wrong. I do question, if I’m simply afraid of letting go, terrified of what that would mean.

I’m tired.

So tired of feeling low when I’m around you when in fact, that’s far from the way things are suppose to be.

Your harsh words tear at me relentlessly. Your growing ignorance leaves me pleading for your attention. And every single time, I fight back the tears that threaten to reveal all the hurt and pain building up inside.

I lost all hope yesterday. Or so I thought. I cried myself to sleep again. Probably for the hundredth time I’ve done so because of you.

Maybe, I expect too much due to the title I’ve bestowed upon you.

But when I saw you today, I realised I wasn’t going to let go. Not just yet at least. For some god forsaken reason..

I still have faith in you.

Q & A

2006-08-05T01:20:00.000+08:00

A short survey Stan sent me.

1. FIRST NAME?
Shahira

2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Nope, but my dad did say that if he knew of Shakira before, that would have been my name.

3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?
Hmm... honestly I don’t remember. A month ago maybe.

4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
To be frank, not very much. That would sorta explain why the contents of a card I give a person is usually printed not handwritten.

5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT?
Beef *drools*...Wait.. what’s a "lunch meat" anyway..?

6. KIDS?
Favourite kids?? What kind of question is that...........Aaanyway, as long as they’re not rude or absurdly bratty, I’ll love ‘em.

7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Errr.. that depends. If I were a another person who’s personality’s no different from mine, currently, I may avoid me.

8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL?
I HAD one when I was in primary school. In fact, I still have it, stored away in my cupboard. I clearly remember this entry I wrote of my Guinea Pig dieing on my birthday. Or was it a day before..or..after.. whatever

9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?
I think I do. Alright, YES.

10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
Yup. I can’t help but think this is an awfully peculiar question..

11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
If I had the guts to. Which I don’t.

12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
BOOM!! Coco Crunch!!

13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
Nope. I think the only time I do is when I......Okay, I don’t.

14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?
Average strength, I’d say. Both mentally & physically

15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
I don’t believe I’m a very adventurous person when it comes to food. I like to stick to the classics, chocolate & vanilla. If I’m in the mood for a little something different it’d be sweet corn or sour sop.

16. SHOE SIZE?
5

17. RED OR PINK?
DEFINITELY RED.

18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING(S) ABOUT YOURSELF?
I don’t deal with stress very well.

19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
OoooOoo, this one will have to remain MY dirty lil secret.

20. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?
Yea, why not.

21. WHAT COLOUR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
Blue track bottom and no shoes

22. LAST THING YOU ATE?
Rice with some side dishes I can’t seem to recall...yup, extremely bad memory..

23. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
My brothers bickering... oh what joy...

24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
I don’t want to be a crayon. Okay okay, if for some weird reason I were given the chance to be a crayon (why am i doing this..), I’d wanna be either RED, BLACK or WHITE.

25. FAVORITE SMELL?
The smell of petrol at a gas station, whiteboard markers, glue (I know its, so wrong!..) and the smell of my perfume.

26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Kak Meera

27. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO?
The way they carry themselves & their smile

28. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
Stan’s simply one in a million. Enough said.

29. FAVORITE DRINK?
Plain syrup, soya bean and watermelon juice.

30. FAVORITE SPORT?
For those I play, netball & badminton, I don’t mind WATCHING a game of football though & not forgetting in-line skating. The Yasatoko brothers are nothing short of excellent. PURE, RAW talent.

31. EYE COLOUR?
Dark brown

32. HAT SIZE?
I have no idea

33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
Nope

34. FAVORITE FOOD?
Mum’s cooking. PERIOD

35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING?
Scary movies. Its funny how movie's that are way mushy, annoys the hell out of me..

36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATER?
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest

37. WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
Murky green

38. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Winter. I YEARN to SEE snow.

39. HUGS OR KISSES?
Can I have both?

40. FAVORITE DESSERT?
Chocolate Sunday from McD

41. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
YOU

42. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Not you?? (Hahaha... how "creative" )

43. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?
Fokus KIMIA and Terry Brooks High Druid of Shannara: Straken.

44. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
A calculator

45. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV?
Some party planner show on Discovery Travel & Living. Don’t ask.

46. FAVORITE SOUNDS?
The sound of pouring rain, good music, children laughing, a lively home.

47. ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES?
Neither I guess. But if I HAD to pick, I’d say Beatles since I’m more familiar to them compared to the Rolling Stones.

48. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME?
Singapore. No kidding

49. WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT?
I’ll get back to you when I figure this one out

50. WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
22nd March 1989, Pusat Rawatan Islam, Wilayah Persekutuan.

51. WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
Ten-Chan!!

Arrrr..what 'ave we 'ere?

2006-07-30T23:58:00.000+08:00

The 2nd installment was nothing short of brilliant. With its comical humour, mind blowing special effects and stunning soundtrack, it was simply spectecular. I loved every bit of it.

Here are two other movies I would highly recommend..

Movies that depict mythological histories, or even distant fairy tales have always caught my interest. If you have that same keen interest in genres of the sort, then you should definitely give these two a go.

I only did watch King Arthur a few weeks back. Yes, it was out last year, wasnt it?.. I pretty much pushed aside the thought of watching it after a harsh comment on the movie by a friend (err.. I can't seem to recall who it was..) who obviously, did not fancy it the slightest bit.

Troy, I've watched several times already now. "A movie of epic proportions" said one of the reviews at the back of the dvd case. They weren't kidding.

The history potrayed in both movies aren't exactly precise. As an example, characters are often more herioc or noble than they really were. Minor problems though, that CAN and SHOULD be overlooked.

Tick, tick, tick

2006-07-25T20:04:00.000+08:00

Losing my temper makes me feel weak It leaves me with a deep sense of remorse that’s so unbelievably hard to shake off. It's hardly what I'd call liberating. Instead, I’m left with this little voice in my head that tugs at the sleeves of my conscience, telling me how much “I shouldn’t have”.

What I said in class yesterday, I never really meant for it to sound so harsh. I actually had every thing planned out in my head, but apparently, it came out nothing like that. Or perhaps, that was the way it was suppose to be said before anyone started taking things seriously. Just like Pn. Madeline said, "Everyone can only tolerate so much. We all have our limits" and that day, I reached mine.

I believe strongly in respecting another individual. We don't like to be disrespected, looked down upon or even undermined. So, tell me, how does that give us the right to do it to someone else? It escapes me sometimes that people can actually be so bloody ignorant.

I understand the concept of being patient. But does holding back mean your "patient" or does that signify "bottling up"?

art by Agasang

Look how they shine for you

2006-07-21T22:06:00.000+08:00

The one & only, TAN QIAN YUE

A short video I took two days before the Prefect Installation, while we were working on the decorations in the hall. I love this one particularly. There's no wonder why we call her Superstar, eh?

Rasyad Emir a.k.a Panda

Our work of art! Referring to Qian & I *sniff* I'm so proud. Hmm... oddly enough, Rasyad didn't really protest or anything. I suppose, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?

Walk of fame

Melanie's brilliant idea which we were all extremely proud of. Basically, after you've accepted your award, you're suppose to look for the star that has the award title you've received & sign it. So totally Hollywood

I would be telling a HUGE lie if I said that our Prefect Installation went just the way I would have wanted it to be. Frustration actually drove me to a point where I desperately felt like crying buckets of tears. It was probably due to the fact that I have this horrid habit of bottling everything up, so when something happens, that others may see as rather insignificant, I tend to go off like a time bomb.

The hightlight of the day? Without doubt, the band performance by The FARKES (Fareez, Adli, Rasyad, Kashfi, Eugene & Stanley), as Stan claims their band name to be, (pronounciation? Duuuuude come on, use your imagination). They really did shift things into a brighter perspective.

Hearing our dear juniors say that they will miss us, or even how much they respect & appreciate all we've done, makes everything we've been through feel absolutely worth it.

The years I've spent as a prefect have been the best years of my school life, heartbreaking moments & all.

Isn't it a wonder

2006-07-20T23:33:00.000+08:00

I remember back when Iskandar was still a little baby, my parents would sometimes ask me to help tuck him in, especially when we had people over. I won’t deny, at times, it seemed like the hardest thing to do as he would cry or throw a fit in protest, not wanting to go to bed.

After doing it a number of times, I did have a few tricks up my sleeves. One, was to turn off all the lights in the room. Another, more subtle way, was to read or tell him a story. And of course there was the “Okay, I’m going to sleep. If you don’t, you’ll be up all alone” routine.

But when you feel him lay his head on your shoulder while you’re carrying him or when he cuddles close to you and falls asleep, your heart melts as fast as butter on a hot pan. And the best part is, you forget about how tired or troublesome is all seemed a while ago.

I honestly, cannot even begin to imagine the surge of emotions a mother goes through when she gives birth. Holding a new, precious life in her arms, knowing that that was the little person living in her nine months ago and she has now been granted the privilege of showering Gods tiny gift with all the love and care in the world, it’s simply the most beautiful and wondrous thing.

There’s a scientific explanation to the whole process, as we were taught in our Biology class today. But I personally believe that BIRTH, is a miracle on its own.

As promised, another one of Makani’s great works. This one’s stunningly captivating..

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy

Guess who's back

2006-07-17T23:42:00.000+08:00

Yup, it’s ME alright.

I’ve finally decided to set up a new blog. For those who STILL have my old link up, you can change it to this:-

http://preciousamethyst.blogspot.com/

Why Precious Amethyst you ask?
Well, according to my mum, part of my name, “Hira”, actually means ‘precious’ (spelt Heera instead. To be more exact, Heera refers to a well known precious stone, the Diamond). Amethyst on the other hand, happens to be one of the precious gems associated with my astrological sign, Aries.

I did start blogging again at my class blog. But somehow, I’d have to admit that there is more of a satisfaction in blogging at your own.

My updates may not be too frequent which I believe is pretty understandable, with trials & SPM lurking just around the corner. But I do hope to make more of an effort compared to what I had done with my previous blog.

I do like this one a lot better. It’s definitely tidier, since I did leave behind heaps of clutter from my blog before. It is rather simple, but then again, that’s just the way I like it.

All introductions aside... Here’s a FanArt by Makani, a brilliant artist Kak Meera came across. Her characters are so full of expression and their actions incredibly dramatic. If you’re a Harry Potter fan, it’s a definite MUST to go check out what she has.

And here’s one of my favourites,..

fanart by makani

I had a dream sometime back where a teacher of mine came up to me and told me I had failed an exam.. THAT was extremely terrifying.. I think I can understand how Hermione felt when she saw the boggart depicting HER greatest fear!

I may put up a few others in my posts to come.

Three cheers to the launch of my new blog!