Ramblings of an Individual

Jump!

First of all:
*DROOLS*
That's Hayden Christensen in the movie Jumper.
He teleports.
Yeah.
He can go anywhere, do anything, sleep with anyone.
Until a bunch of people chases him around the world to kill him off claiming that only God should have that power.
Load of crap?
Yeah, I thought so.
But that didn't stop me from enjoying the view.
This boy is H.O.T.
And at one point of the movie, he was in Tokyo, swirling around in some BMW and started to play some car-game.
*pauses to daydream about Hayden, teleporting, Japan, sushi, BMW...*

So anyways.
If you could teleport yourself to go to anywhere at all... where would you go?
Me?
Easy-peasy.
I'd teleport myself straight into Nino's arms.
:)

My Bladder Prob is all Starbucks's fault~

First off, Happy New Year to those celebrating Chinese New Year!
:) May we all have an auspicious and prosperous year, ne~

I went to Paperchase today.
That superbly HUGE shop filled with pretty stationaries that got me pengsan-ing everytime I see a heavily patterned notebook.
Anyone who knows me long enough would know that I'm such a sucker for stationaries.
Really.
I love Popular.
My dad totally knows this.
And he's very glad ne. (Popular's stuff is really cheap~)
Anyways.
I checked the website and it says that it opens at 10am on Sunday.
They. Are. Such. LIARS.
They totally open at 12pm.
OH GOD, EVERY KEDAI HERE BUKAK PKUL 12PM OK ON SUNDAY!
So.
I arrived at about 11am.
And the shopkeeper halau-ed me (grrrrrrrowl)
I started walking.
And what did I see?
...Starbucks.
This is why Starbucks is rich. They're perfectly situated at places for people stuck in situations like this.
Kyionk~
Then obviously.
I had to pee.
Gosh.
Rushed to MSD, but the tube-y is taking it's own sweet time.
(or maybe my bladder is too demanding?)
Tapping my feet, jumping up and down, occasionally smiling to myself (Nino's song was playing on my iPod) and silently pronouncing the word Turn-bull in British accent (don't ask!)...
...People in the tube openly stared at me.
I have no dignified image in London.
*hides behind a pole*
No wait, that's not really possible since I don't have a supermodel-size-zero frame.
Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

On a brighter note. Met the macho-est black cat ever. He totally had this 'Pet me. Now' look. Wish I could bring it back with me...
...MORTY, I MISSSSS U!!!

Pre-Warn

This is supposed to be an angst, emotional, angry-teen (though I'm not one, heh) sort of post; but since Amir fed me with his super-pedas pasta of luuuurve, I doubt it.

Situation 1
Ever tried peeling an onion? Not just the skin but the whole thing until it's reduced to the pith? At times I feel that people are like that; layered. Layers and layers of skin, of emotions, of pretense so that others cannot see the pith; the core being.
Because that's what life- surviving is: adaption. Able to turn and change oneself with all those layers. Well. That's what I think. I think I have my layers because oh God, my pith is nasty. No one should ever, ever see it.
So don't try to peel it. Just like the onion, I might just release tears-inducing... aura.

Situation 2
I'm never a big fan of paintball fights or water balloon ambush. I hate the fact that I have to eventually come out from behind to wall to hit the other side.  I like being behind a wall- secured. Safe. Rather than take a risk, jump out from the wall, standing there, being vulnerable, legs shaking, about to be hit.... and I'd be thinking: Why the heck did I leave my wall??!?!!?
It's easy to build a wall. For me. I like my wall. Please don't try to drag me away from it.

Situation 3
You know how teenagers are so filled with anger? With frustration? (gomen to any bubbly, cheery teen reading this- I'm talking to my part teen self). It's so easy to walk around like a ticking bomb. Kacau sikit: meletup. But I can't. Learnt the hard way that it's not acceptable. To be emotional. To meletup anytime I want. To speak the angry, angry thoughts. Ne?
So how? Keep it wrapped with tons of bubble sheets and binded tightly with cello tape. Smile falsely with narrowed eyes when you're mad. Breathe deeply and look away. Refrain from saying the cursing words seeping out of your ears. It's simple.
However. Once awhile, when you prod a bit too much, it tends to leak. Sort of like those almost-bursting balloons? Strain it slightly and it bursts.

Don't peel, don't break my wall and don't, don't, don't push it.
I promise you that you're not going to like the results.

Too much philosophy? Maybe I shouldn't have drowned the pasta with Strawberry Yoghurt Drink and oranges.
*amazed at the amount or varied food I can tolerate*

Find myself thinking of The White Prince and The Kancil.
Wonder what he's doing right now.

Self-Battles

I'm supposed to be doing my 26 tajuk nota but...
...find my head too heavy and my heart too fluttery to think properly.
So, here goes.

1. Ate alot- really, really, REALLY alot of foods this week. Serious. I've yet to feel really hungry before my next week. Totally gave up on Amir's pregnant comment and Nabil's pipi bullying.
2. Amir's juniors came for interviews. Past memories of my own personal horrifying moments surfaced... Thank God I'm here already.
3. Received a bunch of flowers. Made Amir totally jealous... since he should be the one getting it? Hhahahahha *evil laugh*
4. It's really weird how Melissa doesn't like to be belanja-ed?
5. Did a really big, impressive (I think?) dinner for the juniors. Yes of course with the help of Mr Brahim. Iman went all 'Let's not have Gabanza Dinner anymore this week.' And then, the next day she invited us to eat Nando's. Great, this is why I shall remain fat.

I'm going to stop at 5 because I know I can really drag my posts. Plus. Having this really HUGE personal self-conflict where my heart is totally having a heated debate with my head. Oh God. Even thinking about this is giving me a headache.

I hope I'm doing the right thing...
...Because really. Can't bear another wrong and dead end road.

10 minutes of utter nonsense

I have about 10 minutes before I rush down to meet Melissa.
Let's see what I can cook up in 10 minutes.
Ah yes, while I was bathing (in no-very-hot water, by the way) I thought about this:

You know how you've been through a very hard period of life (e.g: taking some major exam, falling in love, getting your first McD jod, etc) and you fell like you never, EVER want to go through it again?
Because the pain and torture of going through the process is so unbelievably... harsh? And so you promise yourself you won't do it again or if you would; you'd do it differently?
However, you find yourself drawn to it? Attracted to the sparkly shines of the tiny, tiny bits of happiness it offers?

Erk, not making much sense here. Must be the overloading of food last night. I feel I've ate alot of santan this week. And last week. And the week before. Amir casually mentioned I look pregnant.
*holds stomach in a very worried way*

Did Melissa's first trifle yesterday at Iman's kitchen. Though we were supposed to use her electric mixer, we ended up doing it manually. Well, Iman was asleep and oh God, I do NOT ever want to wake up that woman! I can actually read Melissa's bubble thought going "Why the heck are we doing this in Iman's kitchen then?!??!?"
Gomen ne, Melissa~

Amir gave us very good news.

1. We get to live in Floyer for 5 years! Yay~ (now, if only I can find a way to seludup masuk a kitten in here)
2. He gets to move to Floyer this weekend. Although really, this is a bad news because I know he'll paksa us to carry his heavy baggage; I'm already thinking of kerah-ing him to make Nasi Goreng for lunch.

Time's up. Class awaits.