Its time to P-A-R———T-Y!

Yes, exam’s out… Its time to simpan balik my lucky pen, lucky watch, notes, reference books and my lucky bra. Muahahaha! Joking. But I really do have my lucky pen and watch. I’m not sure how much luck it gave me but I have those things since I’m 13-14 years old. It stuck with me through thick and thin.. PMR, SPM and now through my degree year. Wow, I only realise that now.

I’m so excited! I’ve got 2 months of holiday! Yeepee…. I’ve had it all planned out. I’m gonna start my intensive excersice, eat less, sleep a bit less and do a whole lot of everything.

Dad said that we’re going to Hong Kong at the end of the year. Disneyland! Another vacation! Two vacations in a year?! OMG, that’s like miracle to me. We never get to go on holiday a lot, this is like winning a jackpot! I dreamt about going to Disneyland ever since I knew Mickey lives there. Hah! But I’m a bit grown up for Disneyland. Tongue I’d give anything to go to America or England or Australia. Anything to see cute guys, nice 6pac abs, long nose, innocent blue eyes… Aww…

Anyway anyhow, I’m so so so glad there’s no need to stay up late at night studying and miss all my favourite shows. There’s so much to be done. Well, time is on my side! Muahahaha








But first, I need some sleep..


Poverty Never a History

“The curse of poverty has no justification in our age. It is socially as cruel and blind as the practice of cannibalism at the dawn of civilization, when men ate each other because they had not yet learned to take food from the soil or to consume the abundant animal life around them. The time has come for us to civilize ourselves by the total, direct and immediate abolition of poverty.”

– Martin Luther King, Jr.


I don’t think this will ever come true. Even if it does, I won’t live to see it happen. IF IT DOES. There’s always going to be poverty. No matter where or when, there will be poverty. Its sad but its the truth.


Grey’s Anatomy last night was the bomb! I’ve been waiting forever for Christina and Preston to get married. Oh his wedding vow is the best ever. I’ll fall head over heels to absolutely anyone who tells me that. Even if it was apek coli that steals women’s bra (rumour has it) and rides a bicycle around town even though he’s not around anymore but that doesn’t change anything. I’d marry him still. That’s how good the vow is.

            “Christina, I could promise to hold you, and to cherish you. I could promise to be there in sickness and in health. I could say till death do us part. But I won’t. Those vows are for optimistic couples, the ones full of hope. And I do not stand here, on my wedding day, optimistic or full of hope. I am not optimistic. I am not hopeful. I am sure. I am steady. And I know. I am a heart man. I take them apart. I put them back together. I hold them in my hands. I… am a heart man. So this, I am sure, you are my partner, my lover, my very best friend. My heart beats for you. And on this day, the day of our wedding, I promise you this. I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hands. I promise you… me.”


I can’t wait for the next episode!!!

College nowadays is such a drag… With short semester this time around, there’s just no time for much fun. Work exam work exam work exam work exam work exam work exam work exam work exam work exam work exam work exam work exam work exam work exam work exam…Worst still, I find myself liking Structural Biochemistry. I thought that I’d fail this subject miserably seeing just how dry and boring it is. I can’t believe a messy balding old man has so much sex appeal! =X Omg, I can’t believe I just said that. Ok, I’m kidding about the sex appeal but seriously, he has a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot of stories to tell. I sometimes find myself wondering how good it is if he is my uncle, then I could have him telling me stories of his life, stories of the world, the places he’s been (and even the final examination questions). I have always wanted a grandpa that drags and sits down with me and start telling me yet another story of how the Japanese invaded the country or how touch life was back then or how he met my grandma or how he punished my mum/dad when they were kiddies. XD Well, you can’t always get what you want in life. Anyhow, yup college is such a drag. I really really really hate morning classes.


I’m currently reading Dear Rosie book by Cecelia Ahern (daughter of Ireland’s prime minister you know… Don’t play play ar). The book is really good to read. I’d read a little everyday so that I don’t finish it fast. Did the same thing when reading Harry Potter and the Three Hallows.  Savouring every bit of it (I know, so nerd… Bug off!). When you see that I’m reading a book very slowly, it’s either the book is really bad or really good. The weird thing is that when I’m so so into a book, I find that my mood swings according to the character of the book. It’s like I am the main actress in the play. That’s what good books will do to you. They just swap you into their world right from the beginning.

I’ve been having nightmare again these past few days. I’m having trouble sleeping too; I keep waking up after falling into a deep sleep. My nightmares involved a whole lot of running which is sucks coz I wake up feeling more tired. It’s the same dream every time. Somebody is chasing and threatening to kill me. Sometimes it’s me and my sisters but me alone most of the time. I keep running and running as fast as possible. I run and run and run but no matter how hard I try, it’s just no use. I’m stuck and glued to the same spot. Sometimes my legs become too heavy to move. My efforts are all in vain. I’d jump up from the dream from trying to move my legs with cold sweats all over my face. I really don’t understand what it means but I believe that dreams have a connection to our deepest darkest emotions. So what is my darkest secret then? I need to see a shrink. When I have enough money to afford one. I don’t always get these dreams but when it does, it’s usually for a period of time. Oh help me stop the running please. I need my rest desperately.

Ah well, that’s all for this time lar. I need to get back to reading! Sweet dreams…