bzzbzz.

I'm buzzing from the coffee.

i'm all nervy right now.
not good.

this is where i like to spend my afternoons,
if i'm not caught up in uni
'networking'.



'one of my many attempts to get my life in order'

just in case.

the white tents beckoned,
i couldn't help myself.

instead of getting on the #1,
i ran pass crowds, peering curiously over shoulders,
queuing in lines 15 minutes long, making desperate calls for company, running pass crowds, tripping over feet for the chocolate booths.

eggplant panzerotti, ensaimada, gundowring raspberry ice cream, persian fetta, and passionfruit biscuits.

if only i didn't already have my coffee in the morning.
brews were going for $2.

today morning, i woke feeling like it may be my last.
every penny, every calorie, every minute spent was worth it.

so much for '-STUDY-' penned like this in my diary.
(melbourne food & wine fest)

dy/dx.

I had to google up 'chain rule and product rule'

and i learned how to work out derivatives from a youtube video.

God bless these kind souls.

my math is so messed up.
see, this is what uni does to you.

my other self.

pol.i.tics

The art or science of government or governing, especially the governing of a political entity, such as a nation, and the administration and control of its internal and external affairs.

spare me a moment,
i'm not the greatest writer,
but i'm finally coming out as an aspiring socio-political commentator.

so far all that i've ever had courage to write about in the open are vague memories,

but no more,

i've recognised my need for an avenue to channel out of my frustrations, opinions on the latest political drama, observations from my latest readings,
so, this post marks my 'new' blogging self.

please feel free to criticise my latest musings,
kind or harsh it may make me who i am 20 years down.
and perhaps i will have you to thank for it.

hokay.
maybe in a moment of delirium i've decided to put this up,
i do hope i'm not too ashamed to display my idealistic nature for those peering/judgmental eyes of yours.
for this post to remain here for more than 24 hours will be quite an accomplishment.
wish me luck!

and now, i'm off to *c*.

i recommend,

you know how some indie bands sound like they're trying too hard/'different', they're bordering annoying?

you've got to check out 'stars'

i'm not the most updated music junkie around, so you've probably heard of them going around already.
but to that dearestdearest friend of mine in cananda, please go check them out!

and i've got to thank mh for this one.
how could i not have listened to you earlier?

lesson learned : )

shot myself in the foot.

i cannot believe i passed on coldplay.

after all that talk (i remember that conversation i had with you rafah!) i managed to convince myself that watching them in a huge stadium setting for $140 was not worth it.
i brainwashed myself with the following line:

'when i make my first million,i will fly to wherever they are performing, or maybe fly them to me.'

what was i thinking!

as if they're going to play in a smaller venue la.

stupidstupidstupidstupid.

if they ever come to a city near you, don't you dare repeat my mistake.

stupid.

but,

I'm far from ready.

Am ever ready to take on governments, politicians (ideally so) aheh,
but ever so reluctant to leave for a 9.30 meet-greet session tomorrow.

i'm obviously homesick.

there you have it.

fairytale ending?

it was oddly romantic,

standing in front of the hokkien mee, watching him fire up his wok for my mom's 'kong fu chow nying nyong', with 'just the way you look tonight' playing in the background.

a fat boy shrieks at the satay man for splashing water on his feet.
the mrs satay sits contentedly in the alleyway having a chat with presumably the nasi lemak man.

what an end to a night.

give me another week, and all posts whining/ranting about having to leave will end, hopefully.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

the gentle soul (ahem - well to me at least), her cackle like laughter,
my grand-'mama'.

teehee.

this is what i'm leaving behind.

observe the nose, looks familiar doesn't it?

the highlight of my day!

surprises, keep them coming!

i nearly keeled over from the status announcement on facebook.
but i've never been happier.

: )

sigh,
i can't wait to hear more.

i despise making public announcements like these, but i can't keep this one inside now,
i miss the klang people heaps!

one day less.

At this hour I read what was a year and a half ago.

wow, how far we've come along.

now, eenymeenyminymo,

economic development or economic analysis and policy?

no time for mistakes now.

what?!

DO I REALLY CARE THAT THE ' MALAYSIAN BORN AUSTRALIAN IDOL GOT MUGGED IN LA? '

Sebastian, who grew up in Kelang, Selangor, had just bought a meatball sandwich after a late night recording session on Saturday when he was confronted by two young men who demanded money.
' excerpt from The Star'

c'mon 'malaysian paper medium media people', get your act together already!

you're soon on your way of becoming the laughing stock of the international media community.

(if you're not already)

oh and i suggest that you do not click on that link in 'the star' online, you're only encouraging these wannabe journalists to publish more of these tabloid news in our headlines.

and my sympathies to the Sebastian family, but honestly, this incident is not worthy of report in when we've got a financial/economic/political crisis to deal with.

~~~

one of my longer posts, because impassionate/ignorant reporting as displayed by certain groups of the Malaysian media really irks me.

and i intend to do something about it.

really.

whoops.

Its a tuesday and not a thursday.

oh no, what a night.
: ((

I'm not ready to leave yet.

so much to do, so little time.

so i didn't lose the plot.

: )

some things didn't change.
thank God for that.

i think i should stop writing vague posts like this, you think?

with cigarette smoke in my hair, i will fall into deep slumber.
and i'm not going to mind it one bit.

i'm going to miss you, you, you and you.

despair.

i'm counting down.
making large X(s) on the pages of my diary.

i am not looking forward to it.

oh 'whereelse' because it doesn't really fall under the rest.

blank.

who wants to be my youtube friend?

http://youtube.com/watch?v=2_HXUhShhmY

go watch this then.

~~~
i hate malaysian media.
i despise how they do not have a mind of their own.

i hate them crooked dirty malaysian politicians,

filthy.

fine, i'll cut the media some slack.
they're good/honest people i'm sure, well at least most of them i'll like to think,
rational people trying to save their own arses, their rice bowls,
urgh, i'm just waiting for that very day when they'll breakaway.

perfect?

what a way to end the night.

the ninth day brings fireworks, ceiling to floor length crackers and burning incense,

and i've got sempurna by andra and the backbone playing in the background.

i like that song.
: )

sink or swim.

its been a while because,

i've been having a whale of a time back here in kl.

: )

lots of family time, fatty food at odd hours and klcc twice a day.

me likey.

thank you, you and You for it all.

paying attention.

i pace the floor,
i wear my soles thin.

hello world.

sleepless nights,
endless rides,

bellows of pain,
redemption from shame.

cloudless days,
prayers for rain,

thoughts disarray,
put together in place.

glass facades,
the inhumane race.

(from the 8th floor, after a lunch of curry)
burp*

thank you for the memories.

: )

coming soon?

ehheh.
duty calls.
(i.e. licking stamps)