after much thinking and thumb-twiddling, I've decided to make a move. Don't ask why. =)

anyhow, Multiply's served me for the past two years. And now, I'd like to moozy over to somewhere else.

Click if I interest you, ignore if I bore you silly. Ciao amigos!

sawadeekap, though two minutes too late because I'm already back from Phuket! 

And yes, I am in one piece, with the funniest tan from donning bikinis for beach jogs and then real swim suits for swimming, with a(nother!) prom dress I bargained for from Chatuchak Phuket, with more silly arguments with my dad and brothers to remember, with pretty french manicured nails from wandering round town with mum, and with significantly stronger muscles from having resided in a hotel on a bloody hill that happened to be part of the tsunami relief area you're supposed to rush your butt off to when the waves go too high and threaten to swallow you whole.

I shall post up an album of the trip later on, after the whole debacle of exams-prom-swimming gala. Albeit I didn't take as many pictures as I liked, because I was very paranoid of the pretty azure blue sea turning against me and assassinating my newly resurrected camera, followed by my dad giving me an earful about how much cameras costs and hikes in fuel prices and why I shouldn't be taking pure chemistry in university and the downside of a gap year.

And really, soaking yourself in the sea clears everything, even if just for a moment, reminds you of the infinite out there and how trivial your life really is in comparison. Take in what there is, and leave everything else that hasn't come to pass as it is.

Really, I should stop thinking some days. I think too much as it is some days.

Some photos that I took, go on, look see look see.

in a lovely rustic bookshop we found in town.

thai kids and bubble fun ;)

poodle in Phuket

sun bum

I wanted to find out why the tree was wrapped the way it was. but the thai woman just kept going "I don't know I don't know" at me. gahhh, I hate language barriers.

playing chinese chess with bottle caps. innovation yo!

flower power!

oh yes, and a random thing for your knowldge of all things trivial and useless. I learned a ridiculous new profanity we came across during GP looking for a formal term for "suck up", which happened to be sycophant by the way. It's called the fig sign! Clicketh on the link to get to the Wikipedia page on it.

okie dokes back to cramming!

The picture above illustrates what I gave up ballet for, the study of life made very boring that be biology. Damn it I should have taken English Lit lah sigh, Frankie would be funner to study than the intricate parts of the plant anatomy any day.

anyhoo!

a month or so before SPM I stopped ballet, and well it was so very saddening to stop when I was so close to finishing my Grade 8 after having been put into skin-hugging lycra-enhanced leotards and tights and donning leather canvas wood pulp shoes to prance around in since I was five.

so today, 8 months after I stopped pointing, flexing and attempting splits, I found myself back in a studio, working rust off my very unused muscles with Debs, who's a little more worse for wear, having stopped 2 years ago.

And that reminds me of how much I miss the studio. Bars and mirrors and floors. Music that doesn't pulsate but instead flows over you like water in a bubbling brook as you move with it, smoothly going with the current, expressing it, becoming it.

Albeit the studio had a rubber floor that resembled tar which I'm not used to in the least, wood is more my thing. And a very low rickety looking bar which isn't very straight. And mirrors that aren't really wall-length, but I'm vertically challenged so that makes it alright.

But working rust off my joints is very painful indeed. Slept through the afternoon instead of studying like I was supposed to because I was so very tired.

Mhm, le tutu days are back again. ;)

Goodness on a Wednesday morning came in the form of very appreciated mummy dearest, touting not one but two suitcases full of edible delectable treats to satisfy the decent-food-deprived girl that is her daughter. In her handy dandy enormous hand bag was another goodness-filled surprise in the form of two plastic-wrapped packets of the comfort food of every Sarawakian that is merrily known as kolo mee, and should not be confused with wantan mee sans wantan, this presumption is entirely utterly completely flat out wrong.

 

Chatter on how life was, on plans in the making and the progress of plans already underway, and on general gossip. Words weren’t terribly missed, but the comforting sound of that voice was, with its quirky British accent and all.

 

A hug, a kiss on the forehead, exchanges of “I love you”.

 

Another hug, this time extended, and enough time to inhale the familiar scent of the classic YSL perfume that mum loved so much. She had always said it smelled like baby powder when mum didn’t quite take to the fruity exotic scents of modern day eau de toilettes that her daughter chose to sport.

 

Affirmations, then the polite necessary reminders to take care, and off they went on their separate ways. Mum off to yet another corporate meeting to secure deals that involved debating in business lingo that (still) sounded like an alien language to her, and she herself getting ready for the rest of the school day.

 

Not the most eventful of occurrences.

 

But hey, little beautiful memories get made from the simplest of situations.

 

And preserving them in one way or another is for the nostalgic sentimental sort like she, no matter how childish it seemed.

 

Cameras can only capture so much anyway for one person, and not every moment she'd like to have was available to her on film or jpeg.

 

 

And on a separate note, can someone please take some time to scream examinations in my face till your face turns blue from breathlessness or until I finally snap out of my twilight zone and realize that those dreaded days are fast approaching and not going to show me any mercy by slowing down and that I shouldn't be so addicted to Text Twirl or wasting my time being a jobless soul dreaming about whatever else there is to dream about.

 

Le sigh, go Phuket then come back tuk belajar giler sial for internal exams.

 

GAH.

11km accomplished, 19th placing, apparently some small cash incentive, so yay! =) Now to purchase a plaster or four for the blisters I got from running in Port Dickson, and also to chonk out for the next millenia or two from fatigue. On another note, extremely short New Balance running shorts make for more comfortable running!

I do wish I had enough balance to carry a camera when I run. Though am not so jobless to pose alongside random police motorcycles like I saw some participants too (very LOL moment if I wasn't sweating like a pig drenched in sea salt), I saw this damn semangat little girl in the same run as me who was so inspiring, I wish I could have run the race like her, abuden the competition was so little, so I didn't really push myself. Then again, I did only get 3 hours of sleep last night.

watched Becoming Jane, realized that I really do enjoy watching Anne Hathaway perform, that woman is very good at what she does! Twas a great film, thank you Cynthia for loaning it to me indefinitely until I see you again. =P

off to help out temporarily with the cheerleading team tomorrow, alongside swimming training and attempting to learn how to play tennis.

And to finish the (unstarted) memory board and my Perdana essay.

oh the endorphinal rush of being busy. =D

I am so very annoyed with the mentality of some of the parents at my old school. Honestly, there is no sense at all in turning out a man who has turned the school upside-down and made it prestigious, improved it beyond description and is still absolutely humble about all his achievements.

 

Sure, the mischievous monkeys of kids in uniform he canes and punishes may not be his biggest fans. I know because my brother was once one of em, now he’s reformed or just getting lazier haha! =P

 

But I know without a doubt that without his role, however direct or indirect, my education at Lodge would never have been as wholesome as it got. Albeit it wasn’t the most wholesome of educations, but by local education streams standards I think I got a pretty good cut off the cake.

 

Discipline is part and parcel of life (and very damn essential unless you want your kids to be permanently attached to your arm until death do you part), can you imagine what you as a parent are doing, jeopardizing your children’s future, when you do everything within your power to make sure they don’t get any of that in school? Rich brats who go to private schools are pampered, overprotected and spoiled enough as it is. Honestly, you have no idea how your children would act in school if they were given such free reign.

 

They don’t own the school, and you may contribute to the ownership of the school, but by no means does that mean that the order of democracy and integrity does not apply. It is far from justified that you march in with your campaigns filled with so-called revolutionary manifestos aiming to attack a good and respectable fellow who does his job beyond what is needed, and has practically single-handedly brought up the standard of Lodge by leaps and bounds.

 

And how dare you as parents have the nerve to set up a blog site to aid in your attacks against him, questioning issues like integrity and honesty when you do this all behind his back, gutless souls you are indeed, and you probably didn't think that it would adeversely affect the school's image, did you now, well head's up, it could have, and very severely as well.

 

Some of those kids could be even more of a pain in the gluteus maximus to live with than they already are if it weren’t for what they got in school. PUH-LEEZE, enough with this propaganda-filled nonsense, saturated with your own hidden agendas and plans.

 

There is such a thing as a greater good, tau tak? I wish you'd open your eyes wider and stop wearing your rose-tinted glasses, they are so last century at any rate.

 

And I thought being grown up meant you’d understand a thing or two about maturity of thought. Again and again, idealism has proved itself to be wrong.

 

&

 

Of the other issue of white school uniforms being provocative and tempting men to rape girls that came out in the papers, what bloody nonsense is that! Men are human beings who can and should control themselves and their desires, why in the world should womankind be always held responsible for rising rape cases with generalizations of promiscuous attire and being overly flirtatious and other balderdash reasons! Why make excuses for them and blame ourselves, when we are clearly not at fault with what we wear to school. Government-approved already what more can you want!

 

Seriously, I have never ever found my (or any, for that matter) school uniform that struck me as sexy. Ian Beh, do not come to me with the reason of girls being too sexy for their uniforms that is hogwash as well okay! -__-“

 

Hypothesis: Degradation of mentality is directly proportional to time.

 

Conclusion: Hopefully proven wrong.

 

Le sigh.

 

Oh and oh oh oh! Port Dickson Marathon tomorrow, 11km this time. Adrenaline rushes yay! But wake up calls at 4.30 hai yerr. And my poor paint-stained Nikes man!

 

I still hurt all over from the slightly under 2 hours run of 15km on Sunday morning, why is my peanut butter prozac not kicking in today! I had almost half a jar. And good grief that stuff is freaking addictive! Now I know why eunice-kiss would kill for that stuff, haha! =D 

Did you know you started me eating peanut butter straight from the jar Ms.Peh! le sigh. I have resorted to asking Wei Nie to lock up my stash in her cupboard so I can't get my hands on that tasty stuff. le very heavy sigh.

Oh yes, people go and watch Prince Caspian, support C.S. Lewis because his work is brilliant, and also because the movie's oh so good! I loved the mice, they totally won me over. And the choice of songs for the soundtrack was brilliant as well!

SPOILER ALERT

Though I didn't quite like all the deviations from the story line, like how there was this underlying romance between Susan and Prince Caspian (because methinks that wasn't in the book, and also because I would have very much liked the prince for myself hahahaha). Incorporating water spirits and letting trees come to life though, that I enjoyed, and the temptation of the White Witch faced by Peter and Caspian.

In short, one kick ass good movie. Even if you didn't read the book or watch the first movie, ala Chris, my date for the movie! Though he was saying his girlfriend would kill him because she had been wanting to watch the movie with him. =P

So Chris and Calvyn tooketh the Kuching girl out to William's, a mamak looking place that serves Italian food in bloody large portions, and apparently is owned by the brother of the fellow who owns Murni at SS2 - to there some day I shall go! Good food, good company, and nostalgia of BRATs Kuching to accompany us over dinner.

Later that night they decided to teach me snooker at Racks, so off we went, and hey I'm not half bad at it like I thought I was! All this physics nonsense about deflection and angles apply though (sadly). But then I discovered all I was really lacking was learning to slide the snooker stick (?) between my fingers properly and how to aim for the middle of the ball.

*salutes* Thou hast taught me well, snooker senseis!

This be Calvyn, notorious in Kuching BRATs for falling asleep. =P

And this be Chris who came back from the States looking very anorexic!

And this be me looking very skeptical about my (lack of) ability to play snooker!

alrighty, enough blogging for one day. time to figure out how to pick at locks and get my revered jar of nutty goodness.

of all possible things..

I left my hand phone charger back in Subang Jaya at Hank's place.

feck shit bloody hell chao si lo toot _________ (insert more curse words here)

why of all things why! Can remember peanut butter cannot remember the hallowed electrical appliance!

gah.

*waits impatiently for poslaju to arrive*

Twas an eventful exeat of 16 to 19 May indeed.

 

Friday kicked off with me hitching a ride with Wei Nie and Yip to Kajang through Alvin’s humble services, during which the “highly unlikely probability” of there being an empty seat in the KTM for me to rest my bottom upon occurred. Off I traversed alone to Subang, where I could not resist the temptations of incredibly drastic price markdowns at The Body Shop and opt to walk away empty-handed, and also where I gave eyebrow-shaping a go for the first time, with pleasing enough results. Also spent a great deal of time with Janice going through statement tees, where I eventually settled on buying two, one that said “Guys Make Great Accessories” and the other “Diets Start Tomorrow”.

 

To Sunway College I went at night, to catch Equus together with le Lodgians from Taylors. One would most likely know of Equus because the boy of Hogwarts fame who must not be named acted in the theatre production of Equus and stripped down to his willy nillies.

 

Was a rather riveting play, albeit very disturbing at times, and reflected upon several issues of society at large which are ironically still very relevant today. And what a small world it was, the guy playing the stable boy with a fixation for horses was none other than my senior from two years back, whom I remember for singing a terribly off-key rendition of Hilary Duff’s Fly during the Teacher’s Day performance auditions – and to sum up how he’s been the past two years post-Lodge, he’s very much blossomed, and I’m very glad at that. Even if he couldn’t place my name. =P

 

On another note, Sunway is a horribly confusing maze of a college with utterly useless direction guides. It could do with a lot more labelling, because an added sense of organization never hurt anybody.

 

Saturday was “Introduce Melissa to SS15” morning, with breakfast at Asia Café and later my succumbing to an urge to purchase a Happy Meal because I just had to have Bloo from Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. Even if that Bloo wasn’t a product of a child’s imagination but rather made in China. =)

 

An afternoon with Julian followed, which I shall write about in another time and place, since it still perplexes me and needs to be thought about.

 

At Renaissance Hotel, Daddy and I went out on a father-daughter bonding session after his meeting, where we strolled to KLCC, where I was reprimanded for having very silly ideas of waving to fellow road-users and pedestrians for the fun of it and for grooving to my own personal theme song, where he wouldn’t let me buy a pair of heels for my prom and insisted on waiting till sales came about *sulks*, where the topic of education options after A Levels was brought up for the umpteenth time, and where I finally pujuk-ed my health freak of a father to indulge in some deliciously sinful ice-cream from New Zealand Natural! =D

 

Later I was his date to his doctors’ dinner, and I ended up listening to praises to the of the amazing stupendous thing that is High School Musical (gahhh why can’t you kiddies watch Spongebob, who’s bubble-licious and square and child-friendly instead of teen-fake Disney-fied  romance after teen-fake romance!) from a very mouthy and noisy eight-year-old girl named Natalie, who was in cahoots with her brother Nicholas to give me an interesting time.

 

 

Ah well. Sunday, also the day Melissa nearly died whilst attempting to run a 15km marathon, shall be blogged about soon. Shuteye, I am in dire need of!

Today I am reigniting my love for the All American Rejects, ahhh good times for the joy of lip-synching head-banging air-guitaring soaking-in-imaginary-limelight. How can you not absolutely love their kick-ass music and lyrics!

A white glow, just for tasting

A life for wasting

- Kiss Yourself Goodbye, The All American Rejects

If only I were but a rock star.

albeit with a shirt on to cover what's left of my dignity. =P

I stare at the phone, ever hopeful, willing for a text message to come, fingers crossed for a call to come through, but all too ready for the potential of disappointment that may loom its head and knock on my door to inform me of disheartening news.

Good news, I'd love to hear. This time round, no news is bad news.

Why will the damn phone not show signs of life!!!

*cue melodramatic sigh*

But then of course, life goes on.

And there's an S1 paper that needs to be sat for in approximately an hour and a half.

I do wonder why my life still has to revolve around that petty thing called examination ever so often.

The Importance of Being Earnest is waiting for me to rape its pages and read it orgasmic. A bientôt!

On my to-do list, I noticed an amendment had been made - and most certainly not by me. But being the obliging and very very nice *cough* soul that I am, I decided that since I was probably going to make at least one person feel glad that I fulfilled her command - I obeyed.

I spent the last three days pouring over what has got to be the most moving book in the chick lit genre.

Chick literature is an easy read, and usually nothing more than that. A girl with her girlfriends, family and potential romantic pursuite lurking in the background. Cocktails, shopping, kisses, mishaps, heartbreak, confusion, "real" love, happy ending.Same plot, different settings, alternate characters - yet all amounting to the same thing.

But hey, things can change, and utterly suprise you. P.S.: I Love You by Cecelia Ahern was that suprisingly stunning gem of a story, lurking behind the prettily packaged image of being a chick lit novel. Yes, it is chick lit in essence - cocktails-shopping-gorgeous dudes-beach-girlfriends-a drop of bimboticness here and there - but there's more to it than just a lost lady who finds herself and picks up a hot sexy drop dead gorgeous fictional guy while she's at it. Which is more than I can say for most chick lit I've come across so far.

It made me laugh, it made me cry - both happy and sad tears, it connected to me on so many levels. Maybe (and most likely) because I'm a horribly cliche old-school romantic person who still wants to believe in fairy tale endings at times. But even if you're not that sort of person, I think you'd genuinely feel for Holly, the main character, and feel empathy towards her.

How attached she is to the memories of her dead husband reminds any one who's had their heart touched then broken into a million pieces what it's like to let go. It's hard, it's tough, but wonderful memories are yours to keep, and more are to be made for you to cherish and treasure.

And how can your heart not feel for her husband who loved and cared for Holly so much as to arrange for all the letters to come to her so as to help her move on in life! Not the most realistic thing to happen but it just brings you that sense of warmth and corniness because it reflects that hey, as in 2 Corinthians, love really can be patient, kind, slow to anger, always forgiving. Not necessarily wrapped in shiny ribbon and glitzy paper, or coming with its own happy commercial Disney theme song - just as it is.

I haven't watched the film yet, but honestly, even if you have read the film, give the book a go. Reading lets you be your own director, and when choreographed the way you see it, I think you'll end up getting the best shot of what the author is trying to put across - another reason for people to go out and buy Prince Caspian! =D Please la people don't just watch the movie okay, the best book out of the Chronicles of Narnia was definitely The Horse and His Boy, and it's not going to be made into a film for the movie series. =(

I shall end here with a random picture of my darling roomie's side of the room, see if you can guess her name from the shot! And it's not very hard to guess la. =P

on an ending note, last but not least, happy mother's day! To my very wonderful mum and all the other mums out there. An Oscar Wilde quote for ye!

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.  - Oscar Wilde

Confusion, chaos, craze - give me a rest and shut up for just one second. I want to go snuggle up in a book nook showered in sunlight, sit against a pilow soft and comfy with familiarity of home and friends, let my breath be warmed by a steaming cuppa of Earl Gray, and lose myself in a world of fiction where an ending is always certain, be it happy or otherwise - unlike the reality of things. 15762784 words and thus an ever after story is created and finished.

Wouldn't it be so much easier if you made life like that, God? Type best seller after best seller, beginning - build up - climax - end. A never-ending library of lives, innumberable centuries worth of archives filed away, all written by One Amazing Author, who penned several other astounding things besides.

That said, I enjoy the interactivity given in this one life I have. Freedom of choice, though I don't get to pick how my story ends, I can determine it by the decisions I make.

How creative He is.

If only I could roll the dice and go three steps back.

I'll never understand and fully comprehend how I think, work, function. Why I give in to this but never would set foot on the path of doing that. Why my hair refuses to stay flat in the morning. Why pulling myself out of bed on time every morning is such a chore some days yet so easy to do when I'm not boarding in school. Why I let myself be exposed to things that I know aren't going to do me an ounce of good. Why rules are set to keep order, yet some of them are just so unbelievably redundant and useless. Why there isn't any space for my carton of milk in the fridge. Why my bed is still as messy as it was yesterday. Why it can't rain today but has to rain tomorrow.

I do love questioning, don't you? Though I can't always ask my questions because I am already so tactless that I should re-tact myself.

But anyhow, people should question. Ignorance can only be bliss if ignorance has five letters, which it does not! But in any event, ask questions la people. I am so sick of drop-dead quiet classes where people don't even ask stupid questions!

 

Oh speaking of stupid questions, remembrance of the class of 5C yet again! Where Mr. Linus would make his lame-ass but somehow horny jokes and throw paper balls about the class. Where Chiek Lung would burn his arm hair off during chemistry practical classes because the blue flame isn't very visible, where Nick Ting and I would break crucibles every other minute, where Michelle always had some funky loud thing to announce which would tickle you silly, where William was always hiding Kay's glasses for Lord knows what reason, where Stasha always finds something to tell me, where I can never resist snapping Joanie's bra strap to see her reaction, where guys rape guys at the back of the class in between lessons for fun, where I teach chemistry 24/7 during crunch time, where Joel and Joshua are always strumming on the guitar at any free moment in time, where everything and anything can be magically transformed into an object of humour by Ho Han Khee.

If only high school never ends.

you know what, I heart Katherine's pink iPod because it matches my humongous Longchamp tote bag so darn well! Okay onto the tag.

1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make any sense. No cheating.
4. With the answers, give your comments on how it relates to the questions.
5. Tag 5 people.

How are you feeling today?
Come On - Ben Jelen
er okay? c'mon la not very accurate actually I feel sleepy and too lazy to dissect my research on blood substitutes for now but trying to keep awake anyway next track!

Will you get far in life?
How To Save a Life - The Fray
wah. Doesn't sound like a very good sign. Wait though it means I could be saving lives instead of my life being saved! Okey not as bad lah.

How do your friends see you?
Ever Ever After - Carrie Underwood
HAHAHAHAHAH! OMG this is exactly what Amanda or Hanks would say because they thought Enchanted sucked but they said they knew I'd love it. -____________-

Will you get married?
Oxygen - Colby Caillat
er to an asthma-inflicted person? okay nonsensical nonsense la this!

What is your best friend's theme song?
Tak Ada Logika - Agnes Monika
Perhaps? Eh wait I dunno which best friend wan le. This one probably best applies to.. er.. no one in particular le. Maybe Joanie in her randomness? Eh Joanie faster come back you can teach me how to mime!

What is the story of your life?
Why Can't I - Liz Phair
LMAO! Yes indeed. This is like the perpetual issue discussed with my dad!

What was high school life like?
Give Me Some Love - James Blunt
hm. reminds me of the last day of school where we were showered with lipstick kisses! But I think I had enough love to go around le. =P

How can you get ahead in life?
Broken Man - Boys Like Girls
By breaking a man!

What is the best thing about your friends?
Feelings Show - Colbie Caillat
hahaha very the chun! Okey maybe not but yeah their feelings show and usually it makes me feel very happy or tickled pink. Sometimes not but never mind about that bit for now.

What's in store for this weekend?
Straitjacket Feeling - All American Rejects
WHAT! Am not looking forward to that. Oh wait am returning to KTJ. hahaha okay la it's not that bad la but somewhat contextual to this song wat!

Describe your grandparents.
You'll Be Here In My Heart - Phil Collins
Mm definitely. I love my ah mah to pieces, she is the most lovable old soul you'll ever find okay. =D

How's your life going?
When You Wish Upon A Star - Eternal
oo not bad, so when I wish upon a star in this lifetime, no request is too extreme so yay! XP

What song will they play at your funeral?
Dancing In The Moonlight - Toploader
That'd be a pretty nifty tune to play at my funeral actually. People can dance in the moonlight and feel warm and bright after that! I'd rather die knowing they went on anyhow. 

How the world sees you?
Don't Fight It - The Panics
mm I zink as a rebel! HAHAH finally my rebellious teenhood kicks in.

Do people secretly lust after you?
Elmo's Song - Sesame Street OST
Eeeps fuzzy red creature that teaches kids how to count lusts after me. why oh why! eh Kim I blame you cos you sent me this song. XP

How can you make yourself happy?
Can't Take It -  The All American Rejects
er. by not being able to stand situations and possibly by just walking out on it? Ohh maybe I can't take happiness! okay no not the chim-mest of reasons. -_____________-

What should you do with your life?
Black Black Heart - David Usher
Have a heart blacker than the colour of Joel!

Will you ever have children?
No Air - Jordin Sparks
Mm maybe no they'll all die of miscarriage (choi no touch wood!) or yes I'll have kids and I'll probably be choked out of a social life. oh wait I already kinda am at KTJ so never mind wan la. =P

What song would you strip to?
Speechless - The Veronicas
er so I strip in silence? O.O rightttt next question!

What does your mom think of you?
A Whole New World - Lea Salonga and Pea Byson
hahaha yea 'cos I was her firstborn ma! A very new world parenting must have been to her back then.

What is your deep dark secret?
Scotty Doesn't Know - Eurotrip OST
Wellll, I dunno, but Scotty doesn't know either! =P

What is your mortal enemy's theme song?
Tears and Rain - James Blunt
wah. I must bring my mortal enemy a lot of pain. poor thing.

What is your personality like?
I'll Take Everything - James Blunt
Why do I have so many James Blunt songs! Hm I suppose I'm overly open. eh wait can't be true. Oh oh I know, I'm flexible! And on a separate but somewhat related note, it's probably a good thing I won't be an interpretter anytime soon in the future.

What song will be played at your wedding?
I Belong - Karthyn Scott
Awwww yes indeed I belong to whoever is the poor bugger I end up marrying. And him to me hahahahah!

I tag Diyana because I bet you'd love to do this tag hehee! Mm and anyone else who's up for some nonsense and fun. =)

gathering momentum ain't so easy. but full swing will come in time, am sure of it. till then, on with the flow.

anyhoo, back to the cotton candy-light issue I wish to blog about whilst comfortably sitting on my bed at home adorned with bootsale buys consisting of Laura Ashley ballerina bedsheet and matching pillow (and curtains!) which my mama should have bought for me to use when I was six instead of sixteen, before going on to the more pressing issue of researching blood substitutes which I should have started on ages ago but neglected to do so till just about now. =P

To the wonderful dayboarder who has made my room practically her own, I miss you muchly okey Ms. Samantha Chew Sweet Wern, and this post is partially dedicated to you. (How gay is that, I only didn't see you for one day!)  =D

Too much of a good thing is bad. For me, it's probably the Net and Ms. Pui Wei Nie's supply of peanut butter that is doing me no good at all but is absolutely irresistable when I am in need of a midnight snack.

For Sammy, it's Maggi! Hence why I started the Anti-Maggi campaign for her in my room.

You'll thank me when your hair doesn't start falling out prematurely okey, and when you find you aren't craving it every single day. We shall wean you onto fruits someday! But one step at a time la. =P Go study your organic acids!

anyhoo I know am deviating and I should be studying and researching so auf wiedershen!

P.S.: Kuching folk, do go to the One Life exhibit at the Spring because we seem to always be ignoring pressing issues such as child trafficking! It's till 4th May. Stop lining up to buy overrated donuts and go experience things outside of your box of sugar-coated oil-drowned rings of dough, it won't kill you. =)

Cats remember what is essential of days

Letting all other memories go as of no worth

they sleep sounder than we,

whose hearts break remembering so many

inessential things.

There is more to life.

- Brian Patten

An excerpt of a poem that I found really hit home for me when I came across it in, of all things, the KTJ 2007-2008 yearbook.

You know what helps during those moments in time when you feel absolutely jobless, lost and in need of inspiration.

not this. but hey Miss Diyana Rahimatsah does this not look very very VERY familiar! =P Sorry sayang, couldn't resist a picture, teehee.

And no, not Mr. William Wong Qi Zun's "wise words of wisdom." If you're wondering, the picture above translates to Jangan Bunuh Rama-rama. Because we're products of the utterly lame and lovable class of 5C, 2007!

Anyhow, here's one solution I came across for lost souls taking a detour and trying to figure out what to do when you're drifting in life.

Re-organizing!

I kid you not.

Ms. Cynthia Chai, if you are reading this, you'll probably be laughing your butt off at the thought of me having a remotely clean and usable desk, what more to say a near-empty table top for work and what not.

but hey I actually have space on my table now, and in my cupboard too. Be supremely exceedingly extremely proud of me okay! (syok sendiri I know but never mind. *beams*) It took me almost the whole of prep to turn it upside down and make it presentably neat.

There is nothing more satisfying than achieving something you thought was never possible.

And for me, one of those things was that!

Who knew that all it took to start the road of rediscovery was 3 hours and a hell hole of a desk and some spoonfuls of peanut butter.

title for today was inspired by Mr.Suresh's sudden spurt of inspiration during Shu Xian's presentation on the topic of Witchcraft today. You don't need to wonder why I enjoy my GP lessons. =P

tagged by Ms. Louise who should be a medicine woman because it runs in her blood yo! I want all the free Prozac that I can get okay. =P ah the happy pills that get locked away in special cupboards and really should come in more colours and flavours. ah well. Onto the tag, then off to Chemistry!

da dee dum!

YOU

Name: Melissa Kong Chern Mei
Nickname: mel, melsy, melmel, kelisa, kong kong, moomoo, cow. the list goes on.
Name you wish you had: Charlie. cos girls with guy names are cool that's why!
What do people normally mistaken your name as: Mellisa, Mellissa
Birthday: 19 feb 1991. Georgie jangan ever lupa yer!
Birthplace: Guy Fawkes Hospital, London
Time Of Birth: 3pm
Single or taken: sweetly single
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius-Pisces.

YOUR APPEARANCE

How tall are you: 159.5cm
Wish you were taller?: d'oh!
Short or long hair: pendek
Ever dyed your hair a bizzare colour?: I wish I could. blue'd be cool kan?
Last time you did something dramatic with your hair: I attempted cornrows - unsuccessfully.
Glasses or contacts?: neither, I got 20-20 vision yo!
Do you wear makeup?: yep, when I feel like it.
Ever had hair extensions? nope.
Paint your nails?: *nods*

IN THE OPPOSITE GENDER

Shy or outgoing?: outgoing please.
Looks or personality?: jeez. both la.
Sexy or cute?: a bit of both!
Older or younger?: age ain't nothing but a number, people.
Turn on: manners and a dry sense of humour
Turn off: excessive swearing
Flowers or chocolates?: flowers
Pepsi or coke?: pepsi
Rap or rock?: batu!
Relationship or one night stand?: -.- no brainer kan. relationship.
School or work?: schoool.
Love or money?: skip this.
Country or city?: country because I like grass!
Friends or family?: cannot ask me to choose wan la.

HAVE YOU EVER

Lied?: eh no need to think wan. duh! Only people like William say "would this face lie to you?"
Stole something?: perhaps.
Smoked: nuh.
Hurt someone close to you: methinks so.
Broke someone's heart?: yes.
Wish you were a prince/princess: yes. I wanted so much to be a Disney princess ala Belle and Jasmine and Ariel! =P sucha sucker for Disney larr.
Shaved your head?: maybe some day.
Been in love: I suppose so.
Used chopsticks: duh, am cinapek!
Sang in the mirror to yourself?: I think.. not?

FAVOURITES

Colour: le everything
Movie: MOULIN ROUGE. right right right Diyana? *cue sing-a-long moments*
Word/Phrase: *insert random swear word here*
Location: showers

Ever cried over someone?: yep/
Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself: a better sense of understanding. oh and a better sense of budgeting too! XP

tagging: mm anyone la.

for joanie, this is my new hair cut, it's very the short and a tad shaved at the back for some reason.

the darling next to me is samantha chew who has left her maroon blazer on my chair and may later lose her plastic bottle in my room once again. she likes to sing my name!

also, since sam likes pictures of herself, here we shall leave em!

anyhow, an update of sorts. Saturday was house night, and I spent it eating steamboat with 80-odd Irinians and learned the cutest games from Nesha, Martini & co. of IYA.

I wished I could have spent the night at Jaya Jusco in Seremban with the rest of em, but was expected by Nick Ting because was bunking in at his place in Subang that night.

ended up eating durian with Kay and Nickles while Louis slept very soundly with his glasses on.

Next morning went for a drive-thru breakfast at McDonalds for the first time, very the sakai am I! Nick graciously obliged in dropping me off at Universiti Hospital, bless his soul, and then paint the paedaetric ward I did!

Met Lianne as well, who's Rebekah Ritchie's cousin. wah damn small lah the world!

Caryn dear was there too. She makes very funny noises when she's working on paint.

and a couple of other BRATs as well. Fresh Taiping ones like Ian and Louise, not-so-fresh ones like Beatrice and April, and the integral ones like *cough* Jirwan.

Took a very scary ride on the Metro bus for the first time and figured out where KL Sentral was when I got off very doubtfully at one of the bus stops and ran towards the nearest taxi to ask the dude to take me to KL Sentral. He looked at me like I was a total retard - I suppose at the time I was being one - and informed me that lo and behold, I was at KL Sentral! not bad eh my power of guessing. =P

then prayed that I took the right KTM to Batang Benar. The immense relief that rained down on me cannot be fully described when the speaker system announced the next stop was Midvalley. Another lucky guess, I suppose!

Died on my bed yesterday and didn't revive myself till 7 something in the morning for school.

Anyhow, twas an update. Now for some much-deserved sleep! =)

...and whiskers on kittens. ;)

yes the song that I absolutely love from The Sound of Music which I happened to rewatch with Wedad yesterday whilst feeling jobless and having absolutely nothing to do. which also inspired to do a post on - what else - my favourite things! how absolutely gay is that, but never you mind!

One of my favourite things is rain, and everything about it. you know what I don't like about where I am right now (besides everything I complained my butt off about)? It doesn't rain very often at all! Unlike lovely Kuching by the sea where rain seems to never go away at times.

Rain just makes everything feel so very deeply clean, especially the smell of freshly cut grass under the rain, it reminds me that hey there is an essence of good in the world still, and it can be found simply by having a walk on a rain-soaked road, taking in how different your surroundings are after being washed by water.

Babies and children are some of my favourite things as well, how can you not absolutely melt when you see them smile and laugh and do all their silly things without a care in the world except that mummy's near by and the crayons are still brightly-coloured and smell oddly waxy. They are the sweetest creatures, let us conveniently ignore tears and puke and tantrums for the time being.

Another one of my favourite things? All things yummily sweet to eat, if you can't already tell from my user name. =P Perhaps having a doctor dad who made it a felony to have too many sugary things in the house because he feels as a doctor he ought to be a good example and live an uber-healthy lifestyle. Ai yor what to do, I have a sweet tooth and there ain't no denying that. Cupcakes cookies confectionary, all's good and delicious and never you mind the risk of being eventually diabetic! Moderation ma.

And something that's probably a favourite of just about every girl out there, shopping. ;) My personal obsessions in purchasing are hairbands and earrings. And all things to do with crafting! There is just something about the thought of getting something new that makes you feel ever so happy inside. Whether or not you need that something new is another thing altogether though. =P and of course, the fun of window-shopping is always there when you're too broke to get anything or too kiam to spend what you have.

anything else?

well, nothing beats friends. ;) Be they here, there or halfway round the world ala them folk Down Under like Joanie. Or in the middle of nowhere.

.. or family, for that matter. Like how my ah mah will always cook saw mien when I come back on Sundays, how my mum will take me out for ang tau chang lut and never fail to email my AirAsia tickets, how my youngest brother secretly tells my kakak that he feels so happy when I come back but never tells me to my face, like how dad nags me to jog and swim and keep fit because it's his responsibility as a doctor to make sure his family is healthy, like how my clothes smell awfully doggy-like because I know that Hiccups has been running around the laundry area.

or the goodness of Disney soundtracks when you're feeling down!

the list goes on and on, because hey I like a ton of things. =P

so people, what're your favourite things?

Today I slipped into my mum's New Balance trainers to go running in because I left my own pair of comfortably worn out runners in a humongous blue suit case back in Mantin. I smiled because I was wearing red socks and it matched the red insides of the shoes. The manic perfectionist in me was satisfied.

Yep, I take comfort in little things indeed.

Anyhow, I digress! Ho Han Khee my favourite monkey turns 18 today! We've been in the same class for 5 years, though we only really got to know each other better in the last two years.

I know you don't read this, but Hanks, you were one of those people who really made my day back in Lodge just by being your naturally funny good-natured self. I'm glad to have had the opportunity to study with someone like you who made going to school a joy and something that I always looked forward to because school was never quiet and perpetually a ball of fun with you around.

Hence, yesterday we had a suprise birthday dinner for him at The Junk. Mulutnya ternganga giler I tell you when Stash Teos and I walked in with the cake.

and good grief he thought it was somebody else's birthday people were singing for until he looked up and realized oh it was for him.

-___________-

Very lucky bugger though, one boy four girls bah! haha. Then we drove around and realized not for the first time that Kuching can be ridiculously small and that there is no place to satisfy Melissa's ais kacang cravings at 11pm.

damn it two weeks is almost ending. sigh. back to make things better, I suppose.

but yay! I'll get to see 'em Taylorians next weekend! =D Nick Ting you drag me to mamak because you know what I still haven't been to a mamak, horror upon horrors!

P.S.: Samantha Chew Sweet Wern, all the best in the UWC interview okay! I know you'll rawk their socks off. =) XOXOXOXOXOXO.