crossed mind.

as Anbreen and I were killing time in her room waiting for the others to be back. something crossed our mind as we strode through not-so-memorable memory lane.

at times, when you feel empty and alone, you tend to reminisce certain things that invited merry in the PAST. and then when you flick back at the reason the merry is now absent, a sudden remorse came filling in. i wonder why? (i) is it because the changes that happened as time pass? (ii) or is it because you're just the kind of person who picks it and drops it? (iii) found something better and decided to dispose the old rotten one? do people change that easily? but they say, its not easy to change. Once you’re a COW, you cant be a PIG. (what a metaphor. I know)

boy oh boy. this is all getting to me like a pile of somewhat unsolved obnoxious mystery puzzle. i hate the thinking game. how euphoric it would be if with a snap, poof! wishes granted and there you go, happily ever after. but things aren’t always that easy. in fact, nothing is that easy in the world. pushing aside luck of course. lets push it far far away. that don’t count! blergh. *pulls hair screaming*

out, xoxo.

good dog? wild dog?

Goal Defence? Wing Defence?
GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD GD..

childish? i know!
i want i want i want i want! *stomping feet*

airborne toxic.

right on. god damn it all. good luck to bad luck. cheap tricks. weight loss to weight gain, andddd, to weight loss again. yes. insert evil laughter here. please and thank you. it sounds and feels like a vortex in a hurricane inside a microwave oven. damn you chaos-es.

its coming. august, august to me, is a week off workloads. a week of frolicking with extra amazing mother and extra amazing femme fatales. topped with candy home sweet home. diminishing

increasing piles of work loads. oh good lord. righteous.

disco dancing to revert to, converting into pre-fall threads, and continue with celebration of clearing my fasting debts. yeay me! but i was thinking on paying extra. i aint used to healthy food consuming nowadays. no whipped cream. wait, rice! blergh. mother, i miss wantan mee! strike three.

picture conquest : previous weekend jonker trip.

jonker jonkie :)bontots.
MIA : suesticky pads.retard more like. ngeh.

dont blame us for being us :)

prettyyy.le chickas.zombie zorroili's adiction.

oui oui.

told you.

anbreen and sue.

hunny munny, ili bili.'51% SINGLE'
(she thinks she's single)

'THOSE BROWN EYES WILL BREAK YOUR HEART'

(and she thinks she has brown eyes)

my favourite.

mother, i told you so. jonker jum!

drooling donkeys.

cant love the aircond and NET more than I do at this rate, providing the hot weather and so-so-bugging-slow net (I had to). awkward yet explicitly stunning. fatuously false move to attend classes. especially LAW. oh good Lord. puan, I hope you’d get well soon! we miss all your macho police officer-inspecting-convicts style of question asking. (ehem)
imaginary conversation took place in my head. amorous conversation followed by awkward silences embraced by a smile. perhaps I was contemplating whether if I was sane to smile so feverishly about my loved ones' death. it’s some sort of metaphor of course. nobody I love is deceased surely! choi!
God willing Id have a good day frolicking with the god damned LAW later today. but since class has been canceled, hello Lucas Scott! *grins* Ill walk down my rusty old self and bug whoever who’s never tired of my obsession of paranoia over certain consents. consent? hell. make it ‘delicacies’! not. the most random people make me happiest. Smile smile lads and lasses!

lesbians for life.

side note : (i) boyfriend, i miss you! (mother too. heh) (ii) ili baby, you go girl! CHILOLOEYCHA, stop bugging, start begging. we dont do e-bitch slapping. oh, please. shoo you darn witch!

petrified joy.

Lets do some therapy shall we? all these days of excessive funs and work loads termination are giving me chestheadache. boy. i so need to be more focused. but, you might want to get out of IT once in awhile too. make a wish, place it in your heart. anything you want. everything you want. do you have it? good. now believe it can come true. you never know where the next miracles can come from, the next smile, the next wish come true. but if you believe that its right around the corner and you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it. to the certainty of it, you just might get the thing you’re wishing for. the world is full of magic. im not kidding. nor am I talking nuts. you just have to believe in it. so make your wish. then believe in it. with all your heart.

done with the rantings. here's some spills. weekends are over. weekdays are back. it goes a like lope, a circle. on and on, round and round, never stopping. righteous. i have quiz coming up in like 30 minutes from now. id better get my ass off this library. see you when i see you. oh, and mother, we so have to go to jonker walk and conquer all those laksas and lobak gou's. ngeh. cheerios lads and lasses!

not so quantum physics.

MACHO, is defined as a man who has typical male qualities like strength and courage but uses them in an aggressive way. but i have a simpler definition of that.

Sir Jeya : MACHO, means someone who has a lot of muscles, but very tiny little brain.

i agree!

toxic stereos.

mother, meet Hany. the one that is not Ili and Anbreen is Hany. :)

greetings! extra slaps for extra merriness for the beginning of the weekend. as usual, work loads was (is) work loads. did not go home again this week. sorry mother! i miss you though. quizzes after quizzes and walls and walls of wordings and texts to be memorized. i think i might have a brain damage soon enough. choi!
i don't like idiots. but recent results and hours of exhaustive research concludes that i might just be.. borderline idiot. damn. forthcoming : (i) weekend frolic through LAW and MAF. not forgetting CTU assignment as well. (ii) dance floor music, and im in charge. the fratellis. they rock ass. i loike. what a twart, pedophile? (iii) gossips abuse. non-stop cat fights. ili baby, as quoted by Lya, 'when people have a problem keeping my name out of their mouths, that's when I know I'm unstoppable.'
euphoric me. them snorings are tempting. id better get my sleep. cheerios.

relaxed multiply dignified.

its been awhile since i post my midnight rantings. (lame la sangat) ngeh. here goes.
this is going to sound a little strange, the thing is, there is never a time when you will be more honest, convictions would be stronger or when your modes would be more pure than they are now, which means you should chase whatever that excites you, be confident and take risks and
paint over my word so you can start writing your own. his or her story may have inspire you, but im certain your story would inspire the next person who reads it. know that, you don’t need somebody to write a story about you in order to make your life mean something, you can write about yourself make your own destiny. then, years from now, the next girl will keep what you wrote long enough to remind you how inspired your life is and you can tell that girl to paint over your life, cause you realize, the words you wrote, the friends you have, the urgency you felt, will always be there underneath that paint. the love you profest will always be there. the spark of something undeniable, a sea of hope, the truth, for better or for worst, burning fiercely, just under the surface.
Albert Camus once wrote, blessed to the hearts that can bend, they shall never be broken. but I wonder if there’s no squashing breaking, then there’s no healing. and if there’s no healing, then there’s no learning. and if there’s no learning, then there’s no struggle. but struggle is a part of life. so, must all hearts be broken?

inadvertent acts.

Piala Presiden Majlis Gabungan Belia Melaka

with ample amount of sweats, i feel goddamn fine. what inflicted awe for the weekend : weekend tournament, Piala Presiden Majlis Gabungan Belia Melaka. a chance to roam with femme athletes. (sounds so pro isnt it? yeah right.) its been ages since we had a real game kan ili baby? second place. good enough. though we could have had the champion title given the chance. righteous. all that haggard vigour is a one-off wonder. done with the game report, proceedddddd.
with all its appalling implications, and after merry chaotic time-challenge with workloads, yes, i flirted with the guilt of not studying and now my thoughts are striking out in different direction. weekends has come to an end. like it or not, back to basis baby. paroxysm. im off to the comatose state surrounded by packed classes and pilling workloads. i hear workloads' summoning, oh and and! Hani's spaghetti has summoned as well. till then, see you when i see you. good days lads and lasses!

bim to the bo.

question, how does rainbow without color looks like?
as much as some of us fight it, our parents have a mystical hold over us. the power to affect our thoughts, and emotions, and in an only way they can. its a bond that changes over time. but doesnt diminish. even if they're half the world away. or in another world entirely, its a power we never fully understand. and we're only left to wonder. but when our time comes, what kind of world will we have in the future? side note : mother, missing you. proceed? we shall!

happy pills.

its 3pm and im bored. them others are still passed out like sleeping babies as cause of midnightmorning korean series marathon and i am left alone talking to lappy. no lavish plans today. game has been postponed to tomorrow. and so, i sense more post coming. ngeh.
well if you're reading then read this.. its called freedom of speech, where everyone is entitled to their thoughts and have every rights to voice it out to the public. yes it may create deception and conspiration but weather it is factual or fiction, i have every rights to voice out what i want. and NO , i did not said that, i did this, i did that. i did not procrastinated.. or so i believe i did not. i told what i thought from my heart. read each post carefully if you wish to shift the blame due to your own recklessness. yes i am glad that you read it. its not a secret. its not a lie. its not a myth. its just the plain simple truth in my eyes of what your doings that may be inhuman. at least to my relief that the message has been sent to another side, and maybe we can find our ways to rekindle the harmonious flame we once had. cheers to insanity thoughts shall we lads and lasses? have got to bounce. Lucas Scott summoning. so again, till then!

poetic dignificant.

craps. i sank, deep, into the harsh wooden chair. it hurts (not really actually. being dramatic as usual), but it's best to none. before a possible fracture i.. ran these fingers through the thick volume of page say 306? hell. yeah. Susan Lewis. it is tempting i tell you. whilst i glass the pre-adolescents, slurring words into obscure commas. as if ten minutes to hell brings no lithe a danger. but danger, danger is in comatose. answers were penned blue and minutes of the finale caught me a francophile. Lucas Scott i miss!
out of a storm, these thoughts hassled pass me. i think its true. THEY will never be satisfied. just like the boys who goes around acting infidelity with others when they've got one standing right next to them. and you're never 100% proud of what you have, not until its gone, vanished, evaporated. sometimes i just wish life would just end in a split second, so theres no space for me to think. but of course its just a wishful thinking out of random thoughts. because weather you realize it or not, you tend to always wish for the impossible.

everybody's got their own dirty little secrets.

poltergeist rocks.

merry saturday lads and lasses! currently reporting live from Lendu. to be specific, yes, Anbreen's room. thank lord for the connection here. although the connection's on and off thingy is starting to pisses me off. *inhales, exhales*
will not be going back for the weekend this week. have an open tournament this weekend. hello Lendu, bye bye KL. yes, i LOVE. speaking of which, shitloads workloads? id say that the remaining vestiges of fear has now been swallowed into a tide of love and relief. kidding? not. good Lord. come on lads and lasses, dont be so bloody feeble. having a healthy dose of hatred is not a no no at times.
also, it was 18 yesterday (half an hour ago that is), but it doesnt feels like 18 at all. (if you know what i mean) im pretty close to immune now i think. yeay me! i guess the stitch inside which gave an agonising leap that causes howl of pain has been tamed now. craps. i dont know what im talking about. erratic or confusing behavior? take your pick. uh-huh.
what causes awe this forthcoming : (i) weekends having spent with beloved femme fatale. (ii) mother's and father's undying love which flew them all the way from KL just to pass me pair of sneakers after being annoyed with self's whinges. mother, father, you know i love you. (iii) workloads. aaah. what a bliss. especially you, bloody LAW. sections? acts? cases? goodness. same scene, same lass.
till then, will be back for more!
xoxo

resolute impression.

hi! my week so far basically consists of appalling amounts of sleep and a gradually-growing eyebag and not forgetting an expanding piles of shitloads assignments. first off, my heart palpations weren't exactly audible yesterday. fainted intentionally on my bed, under the soothing cool, over my lush blankets. and having to get up the moment after in to the rush of attending my morning class. joyful joy! quick updates! intensely happy for now. classes are great, work piles are a merry too. (as if) not a shocker i suppose. for now, at least that is. aah. me and my geeky tendencies. oh well, it has been awhile since i last post my midnight not-so-loud-rantings. here goes.
you can choose to blame your circumstances on bad luck, or bad choices. or, you can fight back instead. things aren’t always going to be fair in the real world. i guess it is just the way it is. but for the most part, you get what you give. let me ask you a question, which is worst? not getting everything you want? or getting it but finding it not enough? the rest of our life is being shaped right now. with the dreams we had and have, the choices that we made and make, and the person we decided to be. the rest of our life is a long time. and the rest of our life starts right now. so? what are you waiting for? START SHAPING! duh-uh.
in and out, xoxo.

demerit floss.

a hormone powered Saturday. god damn, i dont consist of anything else. will be back in Malacca in less than 24 hours. yes. again. i hear workloads summoning. damn. help needed. restore calm please? not simply aloof, but thoroughly superlicious. a pedantic perfectionist? you can say so. relax, im not on caffeine. at least, not yet.
whats in store : (i) wantan mee, i miss. (ii) opah, i miss too. (iii) wifi home, i miss. (iv) MOTHER, i miss most. hope you love what i did for your birthday. (couldnt post it here as it is too large and will only slow the whole thing down) by the way, it was supposed to invite tears out of touchy-ness. but i guess they got chased away by the two monkeys. take care mother!
i am done for today. yawn has become kings. eyebags has become queens. (wth?) see you when i see you.
xoxo.

side note : ili baby, damn you and your new shoes! haha. ;p

translucent love.

mother, for all the things i didn't say, about how I felt along the way, for the love you give and the work you've done, here's appreciation from your admiring femme hybrid child.

a mother's love is something that no on can explain, it is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain, it is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may. for nothing can destroy it or take that love away. it is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, and it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking. it believes beyond believing when the world around condemns, and it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems. it is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation, and it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation. a many splendoured miracle man cannot understand, and another wondrous evidence of God's tender guiding hand.

mother, i look at you and see a walking miracle. your unfailing love without limit, your ability to soothe my every hurt, the way you are on duty, unselfishly, every hour, every day, makes me so grateful that i am yours, and you are mine. with open arms and open heart, with enduring patience and inner strength, you gave so much for me, sometimes at your expense. you are my teacher, my comforter, my encourager, appreciating all, forgiving all. sometimes i took you for granted, mother, but i don’t now, and i never will again. i know that everything i am today relates to you and your loving care. i gaze in wonder as i watch you being you— my miracle, my mother.

you let me know you love me in so many different ways. you make me feel important, with encouragement and praise. you're always there when i need you, to comfort and to care. i know i'm in your thoughts; your love follows me everywhere. thank you for all you've done, and given so generously. i love you, my wonderful mother; you're a heaven-sent blessing to me.

i learned about love from you, watching your caring ways. i learned about joy from you, in fun-filled yesterdays. from you i learned forgiving, of faults both big and small. i learned what i know about living. from you, as you gave life your all. the example you set is still with me, i'd never want any other. i'm thankful for all that you taught me, and i'm blessed to call you "Mother."



nobody's quite like you, Mother. you're special in every way. you cheer me up, you fill my cup. with tenderness, come what may. nobody loves me like you, Mother. no matter what i do, good or bad, happy or sad, you support me; you always come through. nobody's equal to you, Mother. with you in my life, i'm blessed. i love you so, and i want you to know i think you're the very best!
Mother, you’ve always been the best. a better mom than all the rest. i’m thankful for all the things you do. i’m glad my mom is extra special you! i could go on and on forever. but i wouldnt want to bore the others. heh. bottom point, I LOVE YOU MOTHER. happy happy birthday! (since im going back to Malacca tomorrow, ive decided to make it an early one as the real one is on monday where id be having classes up in my ass.)

p/s : kak eycha syg! happy birthday to you too! :)

Karl Diyana Marx.

DONT READ. serious warning.

Karl Marx (1818-1883) is best known not as a philosopher but as a revolutionary communist, whose works inspired the foundation of many communist regimes in the twentieth century. It is hard to think of many who have had as much influence in the creation of the modern world. Trained as a philosopher, Marx turned away from philosophy in his mid-twenties, towards economics and politics. However, in addition to his overtly philosophical early work, his later writings have many points of contact with contemporary philosophical debates, especially in the philosophy of history and the social sciences, and in moral and political philosophy. Historical materialism — Marx's theory of history — is centered around the idea that forms of society rise and fall as they further and then impede the development of human productive power. Marx sees the historical process as proceeding through a necessary series of modes of production, culminating in communism. Marx's economic analysis of capitalism is based on his version of the labour theory of value, and includes the analysis of capitalist profit as the extraction of surplus value from the exploited proletariat. The analysis of history and economics come together in Marx's prediction of the inevitable economic breakdown of capitalism, to be replaced by communism. However Marx refused to speculate in detail about the nature of communism, arguing that it would arise through historical processes, and was not the realization of a pre-determined moral ideal.

i am currently toying stoked with this law thingy. so stoked that i almost retired for the night. oh boy. penat lahhhh.

ka-ching

'ma, how to stay awake in morning classes? its so hard to stay focus when your eyelids are super heavy.'
'drink nescafe.'
'but caffeines are like so no no?'
........
what i did this morning in class? pinched friend from time to time, kept them awake (them, not self), and smiled widely. sorry wanie, you the man. ngeh. well, you cant blame my persistent of difficulty in falling asleep no matter how sleepy i were or how badly i want to doze off can you? it was said to be followed by functional impairment while awake. amnesia insomnia they call. good lord. jet up or shut up i say?

side image : bibik komariah with dearest sister D and sister M before departing for good. 5am, 11th july, airport.

super aloof.

the rockafellas : waniwanawano, miaDOT.

hysterical mirth with cool amusement. prove me wrong, but duvet diving is the solution. hi, hello, back for the weekends. haphazard notions as of late : (i) classes reeked. first week in Malacca was pretty acceptable note-able, pushing aside the fact that this sem's schedule is not at all a turn-on. (ii) le-food temptation in between weeks, yes, i finally found my appetite again. prolly been hiding under the bed in Malacca or something. will pause on fasting month. (iii) full-fledged hormonal mutational into a book worm fest. (iv) workload is the dictator, i am the slave. lord. them piles of workloads are mouthing my name. first week and already, righteous. i am doomed. see you workloads sunday. (v) mother's current suffer-ness in the torture chamber as a cause of not having a maid is not a pleasure. crackhole? truly. i know how hard you have to deal and cope with things. especially with the rising cost of practically e-ve-ry-thing. surplus or surge plus? scarcity? okayh, enough with micros. i believe you'd nail it, mother. after all, i dont call you supermom for no reason. oh, and (v) somebody's big day is cominggg, drum rolls please! till then, happy happy happy to be home.

cow toast.

holy poo cake on toast. greetings. am currently in Anbreen's (at this instance, Bihah shoot me a question, 'Anbreen je?' fine, and so, not forgetting Bihah, Kak Suki and Sue's) new room. yes, new bigger, huge-er, WIDER, room. and whats worst is that it has wireless network connction. daiyumn. where's mine? i want i want i want! *stomping feet* no, on second thought, that would be no good. id be talking more to the lappy than to the pretty books.
righteous, id come by here more often then provided the wireless here. id prolly stop writing. have class to attend tomorrow morning. see you when i see you! have merry days lads and lasses!

sealed rendezvous.

whilst hearing myself speaking in my head, and to subtle kicks of euphoria. here i go again with midnight rantings before i screw back self in my pretty books. the earlier conversation between a friend and i made me jerked my brain.
and so, my brain would like to have words. you want love because you think that's the only happiness you can find. you resort to love because you keep thinking it puts a smile on your face. because you like the adrenaline rush, through your spine and down back your knees. why do you kid yourself when happiness comes in many forms. why do you keep putting yourself into shits things like that when nothing really works? you're feeding on love because you've set your mind onto some ridiculous philosophy. because your family never really taught you true love.

tonight, you told me you're done with love, that you're putting it aside for the better. that's definitely the stuupidest thing you could ever think of. when the day comes, when you hit yourself in the head, get yourself an ice cream, think again, life isn't that bad. stay with love, it'll continue giving you undivided/unconditional love from others. you're worth it all.
people make unreasonable assumptions, theres a lot of things running in my head. many, many random thoughts. but it all end in split seconds. Malacca, here i come. end note : mother, take care. i love you. signing off, see you when i see you!
xoxo

hazimah bha.

friday and im in pants. done packing and am now talking to invention of God, enduring brain malfunction. surrendered to silence, mute angst. had a little walk down memory lane minutes ago.
2007 Titian Bintangor National Service Camp; 4th series, 1st batch. thats when and where i met this awesome girl. twinno from Sabah bha. was scanning some pictures and ran into these. rinduuuu. wonder when will i grow wings to fly self to KK and see you.

egie migie bha ni.

miles of distance can never keep us apart. my promise to you. :)

ride together, die together.
(thugs la konon kan?)
xoxo

stripped vintage.

Infatuation, they only last for a bit. it gives you the butterflies in your stomach, the gush of adrenaline, but little do we know, it only lasts for awhile. as much as we hope to stay that way, change is what we'd ought to adapt ourselved into. no one's really the same. feelings, they differ through time. what's worse is, we thought. we keep thinking nothings gonna change. that infatuation leads to something better. but, it's only an infatuation until you get yourself falling deeper. that's when the pain kicks in.
and little as you know, you cant get yourself out of. it hurts when things change. i want changes, i only want to be happy, at least for a bit longer. why do we get ourselves into this? when everythings going good, and smooth. tragic comes running to you. why does things has to change?
CHANGES, we dont like it, we fear it. but we cant stop it from coming. we either adapt to change or we get left behind. it hurts to grow, anybody who tell you isn't, is lying. but here's the truth, sometimes the more things change, the more they stay the same. and sometimes, sometimes change is good. sometimes change is everything.
lets cross our fingers tight and hope for the best shall we? best of luck lads and lasses! side note : boy oh boy. i read my early posts when i first started blogging. i cant believe i wrote those. dear Lord, i thank you for the changes you've made in me.

twisted pentagon.

Amidst the devils' spawns lingering around me, the dawns of July enclosed more often merry atmospheres to drown in than not (hopefully so). what I have been up to: (i) film reel appreciation at Pavilion with lad and lass : Hancock. (ii) lunch at Pasta Mania. am not really a huge fan of pasta. but the food was eatable. it was alright i might add. (iii) movie conquest, again. Sepi (definitely better than Cinta). marathon? you can say so i guess. (iv) early dinner at TGI Friday's with uncle Aziz and Zaheen. (Anbreen's father and baby brother who turns ten today!) (v) ive been pee-ing alot today. its either my bladder has come to conclude facing critical problem or its the very extremely awfully atrociously cold weather added with the mall and cinema's super cold air conditioner. hugged self so tight in hope of providing warm that arms nearly come to a sore.
ouh, i came across this new cuisine (i suppose its new as ive never notice it before) , read what the cuisine was named after! lol. famous you dowh! *winks

yummy, stuffy, but it kind of makes me sick in the end. muak!

spaghetti? fusilli? linguine? farfalle? oui. your pick. i ordered creamy chicken fusilli.

cinematic pleasure.

M&M's? no. A&A's. (note : ili baby, missing you dearly.)

been and heen. righteous.

macho man of venice boulevard.

birthday boy, shakes, appetizers, sauces.

anbreen's chicken salad. it was humongous. kenyang dowh.

syamir my aspartame. :D thanks for the pick ups and ride back home. i lap you la bebeh. :)

syamir and i was still full and we decided to share the chicken fajitas we ordered. he was even sweeter when he rolled em for me. all i do was wait and munch. ngeh.

amir, lepas ni jogging banyak banyak yeh?

the man of the house. uncle Raja Aziz. :)

repertoire?

frankenstein, star wars, bruce lee, ancient video recorder. one word, awe.

i want walls like theseeeee.

enough said.

zaheen snapped this. walaupun sedikit blur, thanks deary. :)

this was when he was forced by the TGIans to stand on the chair and use the ketchup bottle as microphone to sing a song.

happy 10th birthday zaheen :)

'zaheen in the house!'
sing along and sang a song.

make a wish and blow the candle. :)

jauh sangat pulak. and so, there you go. :)

perfect ending of a perfect evening. :)

clock strikes 7, syamir and i made a move as its getting late and he has to pick up his little brother from tuition. hugs were spared, farewell was done, off we go. bantering about casualties of naives, film reel appreciation. good day it was. definitely a boost of my leaving to Malacca this saturday. *sigh* packing? big no no. help needed.