Last Friday In Campus

Books to read.
Time to kill.
Project to complete.

Just ended up the meeting with supervisor, 2.5 hours straight.
I looked at him, he looked at me.
I made confuse faces, he asked 'you get my point?'
I nodded (of course I do!), but then I shrug.

However, he commented that my slide presentation was good.
You heard me? GOOD.
But 'Where's the result?' he asked.
'Are you going to familiarize with the software throughout the year?'

Kwang..kwang..kwang..

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And I have not 1, not 2, but 4 books to read in semester break.
Thinking of reading them on the vacation to Damai Laut & Penang.
Waaa... my exact defination of heaven I tell you!

Lets see what I got

1. Song for the Exile - Kiana Devenport. Sort of boring, EPIC love novel with war background. So not my thing but I'll be stronggg and forced myself to read this. Need to read something good other than chick lit yang addictive... hahhahaha.
2. Digital Fortress - Dan Brown. Thriller. So very my kind.
3. Waiting - Ha Jin. I don't really fancy Chinese writers. They tend to have a style, which I'm not very fond of. But will try to absorb...
4. Trading Up - Candace Bushnell. Can I tell you a secret? This is the only one I'm saving for the vacation. Well not really a vacation for me, its fishing trip for the boys, and sending off Dura to Penang. But the idea of me covering in duvet, better still, by the beach (ok thats an obvious lie, I actually hate the sun...), reading a good book the whole day is paradise enough...

Am looking for Love in the Time of Cholera and 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. But they ran out it in MPH Jusco Ipoh.

MPH Jusco Seremban? Jangan harap.

Shall look for them in Kinokuniya. Ihsan jommm...

Bye Bye

They are leaving.....

No more Sara, Cina, Zu & Ealya....

Some pictures on 23 November, before Fifa left home

Went to Sithick (seriously I prefer to call it Si-Chick), met up Fifi and Farhad.

Snappy snappy on UTP main entrance...

This photo above is inspired by the Dinner May03 controversy.

This post was edited. Don't want bad memories to end it.

Lazy Day Talking

Today is a lazy stress-free day indeed.
I allowed this body of mine to wake up late (10 am is late). Then were buying time with coffee and online news, then shower.

Then lunch.

After that back to more Internet crappies, gossips, (baby names?!) and everything that has nothing to do with STRESS, TENSION, PRESSURE and TEMPERATURE.

Dosing myself to more antm, desperate housewives, greys, and prison break. Prison Break 3 is so dead boring. I nearly broke my glasses when I unconsciously dozed off watching Scofield in gruesome cell center in Panama.
Why must everything seemed so smelly and sweaty?
So yuckdy-yuck!

Talking about glasses...
Something I realize lately is that, I'm getting helpless without them.
I don't recognize people, the vision become hazy-er and everything is shaky and blurry. Recognizing people 10 metres away is almost impossible.
Do believe that this has something to do with me turning into an avid glass wearer in the event of final exam. Maybe?
The last thing I want is to stick wearing glasses for the rest of my life!
Oh god please! If this eyesight of mine worsen, I may consider bf opinion on eye-laser. I don't want to be another scarf wearer with glasses. No no.
So please people, I'm begging for an advance forgiveness if I accidentally
1) Don't wave, smile and make excited faces upon seeing you.
2) Knocked your car at night(or on very hazy day)
3) Reporting a false report on seeing your bf with another girl. He might be a look-alike.

In additional note, please allow me to take some time to response if you called out my name Haney.
There's so many girls' name ending with ___ ni and I get confused by responding NOT at my name.
Spare me the shame ok darlings. Call me Chinn (for the girls) and Haneysa for the others. Very much friendlier to my ears...

This is a contradictory emotional statement.
I miss home.
And everything to do with home.

Free?

Well I'm free,
I'm free like a world,
I'm higher than the moon and so much higher still to go
I'm dancing on the silver star,
my boot prints on the white-wall tire

And if I stumble my way through
another year of blindness
I don't deserve to come down from
these drugs inside my brain
And if I stumble my way to the people who are mindless
I guess I get what's coming to me and my evil wicked ways.

Okay that's about it. I'm singing Luke Doucet's Free now.
Catching up normal non-nerdy live I had been living the past 5 years ain't easy as it sounds.
A lot of adjustments need to be made. Plans need to structured.
Series and movies need to watched. And of course, a lot and a lot of crap reading from the Internet.
I LOVE CRAP.
Crap is what makes me, ME.

Spin

I have so many things to tell, yet so little time I do have.
Sleeping 3 hours for past days may probably be the reason feel like banging my head on the wall.

Tomorrow last paper, Steel Design.
The one and only design course suitable for people with drawing skill of a matchstick man. Lame.

Come quick dear tomorrow, I have real life to catch up on.

This is the Sex and the City Big fan talking.

Ended my third time around of the whole 6 seasons Sex and The City.
Third time. Yess.
Childhood time where yours truly was so naive innocent with zero ideas on relationship doesn't COUNT!

I'll convert the series to mp4 and shall definitely upload them into my ipod.
Definitely.

My favourites pieces. And I'm salivating...


This polka dots are amazing and so nyummmmy.
Carrie in France.

Gorgeous ey?

During the fashion show where she fall flat on stage. Personally the best episode ever.

Shall upload later on nice evening gowns and dresses.

Seriously, I'm tired of Desperate Housewives and Greys Anatomy. The excitements fade away together with same old twist and lame dramas.

Now I'm Being Silly

Now I'm being silly.
After an episode of consolation from the bf (read previous entry), I managed to pull myself together to some exercises for next Monday's paper.
Then after half an hour, I felt a sudden urge to sleep aka malas.

Apparently closing my eyes is rather harder than I thought. I stared at the ceiling (sleeping alone, the roommate left home early morning).
In between my half sleep, I caught something very weird.
Guess what did I see in the dark?

No, its not the dark big shadow like famous UTP entity spooky tales.
I saw a blinking light from the smoke detector.
Blinking green light. Blink. Blink. Blink.
It occurred to me at that point of time,
since when smoke detector has blinking light on?

I jumped out the bed and rushed to the next house seeking for Cinana for rescue.
Then I saw the same light from her smoke detector too.
Relief.

oooooohhhh.
Now I know.
All smoke detectors have blinking lights.

Ceeeeeeehh!
Thought it was a hidden camera.
Being in the fifth year in UTP pun tak notice smoke detector ada light!

Excuse me for being silly. Prevention is better than cure. (I want to put on curiosity kills the *** but that is so inappropiate right now...)

Now It's Not Okay

I was talking to my sister about stuffs at home thru the ym.
Told her to download Gossip Girl. She must love it.

The question I shouldn't be asking slipped as I pressed the keyboard.
I asked if Rich has came home.

She said
'Die tak balik laa Kakni..'
'Ayah cakap Richie takkan balik...'



The last time I saw him, we bathed him with warm water, just the way he loves it.

How tears are so cheap lately?

It's Okay

I don't want to think about things happened at home. Obviously its out if my control. To take my mind off him, I may delete the entry.
When I do have to courage to face it, I'll write.
Promise.

Been repeating this in the ipod whilst preparing for Petroleum Exploration paper tomorrow.

Keep the Dream Alive.
Oasis.
Four seasons, seconds, flicker, flash I’m alone
A lonely screen provides the scene, it’s no home
Every night I hear you scream
But you don’t say what you mean
this was my dream but now my dream has flown
Im at the crossroads waiting for a sign
My life is standing stilll but I’m still alive
Every night I think I know in the morning where did he go
The answers disappear when I open my eyes

I’m no stranger to this place
Where real life and dreams collide
and even though I fall from grace
I will keep the dream alive
I will keep the dream alive

Four seasons, seconds, flicker, flash I’m alone
A lonely screen provides the scene, it’s no home
Every night I hear you scream
But you don’t say what you mean
this was my dream but now my dream has flown
I’m no stranger to this place
Where real life and dreams collide
and even though I fall from grace
I will keep the dream alive
I will keep the dream alive


I decide to keep on dreaming again.
This time I don't care if it won't come true.

Where Are You?

Dura told me Richie haven't come home for a month now.

Ayah said he may had died some place else.

Maybe he don't want us to see him leave.

I refuse to believe that.

Come back please?

I'm coming this December, you will wait at the door like you always do kan?

I promise I give you my bed if you come home.

Its 3 am, I don't want to go to sleep.

I know I'll end up weeping my tears till I doze off.