Dangerously In Love

I've been practically doing unconventional stuff over the past few days since it officially became an emo week.

I rented a manual Naza Sutera which suck like hell and total crap since I don't know how to drive non-auto vehicles. Crawled from campus to Bangi Section 15 then all the way to the KLIA airport to send fellow thespian, Joycelyn Choong off to USA. She will be there for internship under work/travel program in a snow hotel in the mountains of Vermont.

I hate manual cars. They tend to die whenever I stop. The car sucks, and it made so much funny sounds all the way to/from wherever I was going. Thank god I survived and did reverse parking without hitting the BMW 5-series behind me in the expensive 13bucks-for-5-hours parking lot.

Co-incidentally, I bumped into Yah Tyng before meeting up with Joyce as she and Marvien were sending 60 JENESYS scholars to Japan on a 2-weeks exchange program.

I spent quite sometime in the observation deck. MAHB should have made that area round so everyone can have a 360-degree view of the flight activities.

I just came back from hanging out with my lecturer and his friends around Bangsar's Pelita. Usually, I've only gone there to Nirvana Banana Leaf or Madam Kwan's but this time the food is not too bad, although the price to pay is a kick in the butt

I vow to have a better weekend instead. Will be having Korean buffet dinner, then Malaysian AIDS Council Day in Wangsa Walk on Sunday.

Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain

I ran upwards on moving escalator to catch Sri Petaling train and tripped and fell and torn an inch of favorite Topman coated skinny jeans. Bleeding Inside. FML.

Maybe its payback because I got a new pair of skinny too.

I feel utmost guilt today for spending whatever I plan to spend next week in Singapore. Today was not such a great day anyway. I felt really down, below the regular self-esteem level. It led to spend, which gives temporary satisfaction but lead to another regret later on.

Thank god a friend was around to accompany and the emo-ness went away.

Joyce is leaving to USA tomorrow. There goes a thespian, no more musical and theater kaki for me. More and more friends and partners-in-crime leaving abroad.

I feel worse.

Note to self: Should stop going too overly googoogaga and emotionally unstable. Totally un-afro-ism.

My Ship Isn't Pretty

My uncle passed away on Sunday. He died because of coronary athereosclerosis, pneumonia and liver failure. He didn't even knew about it. He had post-mortem surgery because the police and hospital regulated it even it was not a murder or etc. In our faith, when a dead body does not get buried ASAP its not good for the soul which eventually lead to more tears amongst the family members.

He was not the closest relative but I grew up with him around. Funny chap, sometimes. Its going to be awkward when he is not around. Poor young cousins.

Going to KLCC is no longer going to be the same since he won't be there anymore. He somewhat share-own a company that maintain the cleanliness around the Twin Tower, or so I've heard.

His wife is my dad's youngest sister out of perhaps 7-9 siblings or so. It was my first time seeing my dad hugging her, and cried. My dad is a very fierce person to some cousins when we were younger. Its rather a very sorrow feeling to share.

I feel down for no reason and not feeling any good. I'm going somewhere and spend some time alone.

P/S: I think I have Philophobia.

Somebody Call 911

Forget the uber recent heartbreak.

I'm above cloud 9 now.

I just received a phone call.

A significant one, as important like getting calls from AFS Emergency numbers, US Embassy, international calls, whatever.

I feel glee.

Wheeeeee..

Beyond happy.

Earlier today, Paulo Coelho mention on his twitter; RT @paulocoelho: 28/11 Happiness is a myth, joy a state of mind. Pursue joy.

I'm pursuing joy because of someone, for the first time.

Marshmallow cake from Zen by Secret Recipe coming right up! Its been a promise that must be fulfilled. =)

I don't typically break promises. I make them real.

Goodbye My Lover

Note to self: This will be read by everyone and therefore I strive not to disclose excessive flow of details that would tarnish any rapport as my name is probably Google-able now.

According to my iTunes that has about 3842 songs, there are at least 267 songs that is associated with the word "Love" once I key in the search bar.

Just like a dream, you know.

I hereby let you go.

And the new not-even-related dream is I want to go to The University of Liverpool to study Communication, Media and Popular Music under Department of Politics, which would only happen if I could find a sponsor.

Even though some may notice my obsessive compulsive spending disorder may wonder where the money comes but truth be told whatever I get from my parents been saved and add a bit with a lump of study loan and extensive hunt for discount and sales helps.