~thank you~

a picture to represents my mood now..

coughing like an old woman.. to the extend my lefty starts to feel the pain.. thank you very much mr cough n miss sorethroat to paint my day in such interesting manner.. things will always be said and done.. but what if it is said and left undone.. thank you so much for saying so much but no thanks for not doing everything you have once said.. i came across a fren's blog which she said something very brave and yes i salute to u pp.. its on ur latest post..

something to look forward would be 3rd day of cny.. as for the 4th day.. i'm still very unsure if i could or should i go for it.. and yes.. really misses home right now.. the awful feeling of not having love wen i'm now a sick cat.. roaarrr..

~c.h.o.i.c.e~

suddenly tot of bloggin'... wahaha.. suppose doin something i should be doin but here i am.. typing n ever so reluctant to get my butt off the white chair wif checker cushion.. saw my tag which i loves it much much.. yeah its not genuine leather but pvc brown wif pink strap.. a gift from marketing grace on my last day.. lol.. yeah later everything i used is from sony.. to save up from buying new stuff anyway.. found a pvc-ed leather for cyber-shot which now i'm using it as my purse.. wahaha..

well class started 2days ago.. 1st time my life in UTAR... i'm given a CHOICE... yeah finally i can make my own choice in utar.. the choice i had to make was between psychology n public speaking.. never give my brain to process anything.. i jus say.. i'm taking public speaking.. oh well.. not cos i can speak perfectly.. in fact the flaws n grammar errors.. lots to the hell.. i took public speaking cos i dun wan2 study on theory anymore.. n had a bad experince lecture back to 3sems ago.. where my lecturer irritated me to the max n kinda strangled my nerves wif her irritating voice n attitude too.. i might sound very mean.. perhaps i am.. MEAN..

choosing public speaking do made a big different in me n us.. the lunch gang shrank to jus me, poe, ah bit n noob.. yeeleng n kel chose psychology.. this is the 1st time.. to split us up.. today is thurs.. which means our normal breaky or shud say brunch get from pasar pagi.. yeeleng's nasi kerabu as usual.. mine normally would be nasi goreng pedas wif mixed rendang n daging kurma.. while others.. they do change their menu.. the impact of not being together for this sem.. big or small.. i'm not sure.. mayb intern too.. splitted us by abit.. but i do feel some of us r closer than b4.. miss those days where i could jus gear up n run away.. at least i dun need to chase bus.. i believes.. i shall call mom later <:

at this moment.. i still loves my class.. at least this lecturer speaks elegantly, good in general knowledge n she dun bored us wif philosophies like some others love to.. the email she shared yesterday was in fact a funny 1.. we were given chance to talk in class.. n i mean every1 to talk.. yeah.. pretty enjoy a class wif interactions n breaking the ice.. she asked us to talk bout internship instead of talking bout ourselves which yeah.. boring cos more or less.. most of us know each other.. some of them really had hard time for their internship.. threaten to treat the boss ice cream, wear mascot, a boss that is gay.. n yeah jackie.. the fat boss .. if i were them.. i would name him as jack ass.. lol.. its rather funny.. oh yeah i would not put away chance to step CK.. as lecturer ask us do utar really care.. i would have say no.. wat ck loves doin was to threaten us, failing us which he got no authority in doin so, n no rights to rip off our future just by doin so..

a pic to share my lovely tag n newly bought book..

today is 22.10.2009... officially 7months left for me to enjoy life as student.. time flies.. with a zap of light.. pooff.. here i am.. in my final year.. doin final year project n start stepping bit by bit into some job which i feel i shud accept.. wahaha..life is tough.. whether to stay in pj or jus head back to penang to be the gal at home or hunt job further from jus pj.. but watever it is.. not gonna think now.. cos who knows wat gonna happen tomoro.. n well.. live life for today.. worry later.. haha.. dats all for now..

photoshop asking me to touch it..
fyp asking me to search it..
blogspot asking me to publish it..
IB asking herself to stop it...

~concurrent~

been a long time since i left this blog.. giving myself piles of reason for not blogging.. busy?? perhaps i was... outings outings n outings.. which dug a huge hole in my pocket.. dried up.. came back to pj.. but was very very disappointed.. router is now in koma i guess.. which mean v need to rotate to on9 again.. so much of mixed feelings each time i'm back in pj.. suprisingly.. to some1 who always say i sleep like a pig in bus.. today i did not.. wahaha.. clean my lil room.. bout 3 hours of wiping, mopping, rubbing, cleaning n washing.. yet my floor still occupied by luggage..

i feel abit regret for not comin back tomoro morning.. cos at least in penang i can hug lucky n wi fi anywhere i like.. life seems to be lifeless when i'm not connected to the net.. at this moment.. i feel sad that hero did not come back wif me.. well so do kigo wong.. but at least purple white checkers is wif me.. accompanying me in my lil room as always...

so much of feelings lately.. angry, disappointed, regret, happy, touched, dis-satisfactions, excited.. i have it all... to certain extend i really hate to help jus any1 right now.. i hate promises... please dun promise me anything nor ask me to promise anything.. get the hack off my sight.. besides that helping ppl dun seems right anymore.. ppl will jus take u for granted.. this apply to the volunteery work i did 2 weeks ago which v did not appreciated by ppl around but was ordered to do this n dat.. carry the most oily n heavy kuih kak in the world.. and lastly most important.. they din even say the word "thank you".. no next time to volunteer for any chinese society stuff cos i've gone thru it a few times.. the outcome is still the same.. disappointing..

my emotion gets tighter everytime i cannot on9 all the time i like.. its like rotating the line.. yeah i feel much very pathetic but still v hv to do so.. y cant the router let me stay happily for a few more months.. oh yeah tv is now not even a radio.. i got a bad feeling of all these negative incidents.. gosh feel like running away again... where shud i go.?? emotion at this moment is very weak.. yeah the swinging mood is back.. i'm not having PMS cos just had it last week.. i jus dun like the feeling being stop from doin wat i wan and not getting wat i wan.. erm wat am i writing here.. zzz.. things been floating n surrounding.. the bad n the good.. one more week for me to noon nap.. n there i go.. having everyday life walking to utar.. rush assignments and emo as usual..

thinking of the lil pups.. there's only one word to describe my feeling.. **pissed**.. oh well god bless the puppies pls..
i guess i shud post the pups pic here..

lil goldie

every stretch makes a few inches


the yin n yang


yaya n her babies


i feel>>T__T.. sigh *personal feeling*




the 5 of them.. i jus cant snap a nice 1 as they keep moving away

dear puppies.. may god bless u and may u lead a happy life like ur parents did.. remember me.. i love u...

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anyway still feels damn mm song.. thats all.. bye..

the line is now officially chopped..

~the untold~

in every person.. there's an untold story behind.. while waiting for my fren to fetch me out.. kinda emo now.. my DI yet to get them done.. my bloody cube.. sorry for the offensive words.. but i have no idea how to make a 3d cube which need to show so so much of me.. chatted wif a fren last night.. kinda triggered my feeling right now.. again.. some1 write something n put it in the bottle again... the passion fruit bottle which some1 tied a bow on the neck of the bottle..

being some1 who collect these bottles... particularly.. the passion fruit's was tied wif a bow, filled wif purple crystals and some rolled untold story.. it was a big leap for me to bring that bottle out of my mini room.. all the stories were written.. there's one.. with tears.. and some happy notes too.. regardlessly.. i opened up the bottle.. n took some pics out of it..

i can hear my own heart beat wen i snap those pics.. n yes.. my stomach's drums too.. cos i was so hungry at that time... now jus look at my lil bottle..

coldness in the studio,, vaporized my bottle... watever..






an upclose of my lil note tied wif purple string..

crystal surrounding my notes seems getting lesser day by day.. perhaps the notes are multiplying themselves in the bottle..

recently i've learned some lesson.. neva help ppl without thinking for urself.. thou i'm not the 1 whom get the rude yell but i feel extremely offended.. pretty piss wif some ppl's attitude.. wen u r needed.. polite asking will b how they speak.. else.. even if u neva ask for any favor.. ppl still treat u rudely.. yes i still feel offended.. arrghh.. i'm still waiting for my dinner... which will soon turn to supper.. i'm tired.. real tired.. my DI.. my TC.. watever... oh my... thinking bout video as now i'm chattin wif 20 i really feel abit more down.. as some others seems so interesting n ours.. macam tarak "feel"... i now can announce.. i feel hopeless.... T__T... but feeling hopeless will not add a note in my bottle... the bottle... is some other.... untold.. remain only somewhere~~~

**i cant help myself but to throw myself inside a dungeon full of emoness..
**no time to edit pic..
**wen will i post final post for hot air balloon??