Life Insurance. Got one?

This is all I need. For now.

A.I.A

Through thick and thin.
Always have always will.
I'll say it twice, thrice, even zillion times if needed.

Colly wabbles.

It's all good.

It's been eons since I've felt this kick of appreciation towards the little things-- life, the sunny people, melancholy making it's rounds with 'em, smiling at 3:21am in the morning.. in the realm of esoteric thoughts, solitude afleet. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
What's for these few days: (i) Escapism after escapism before the sands goes all the way down. Up on the list with a heavy checked and unchecked mark. (ii) Frolicking and parading for all you can. Girly girls, cohort cousins, lads and lasses. Routine on hold, money's splurged (ouch!), satisfaction's gained, guilt's haunted, repetition then resumed. 4 days to countdown. (iii) License off for renewal. New photo in need. Eeek. I hate formal photos. (iv) There's this huge urge of restyling self with a brand new look. Yet there's also this major desire (or shall I call it doubt) that's holding me down from stepping up and trying out. Contemplation sucks. Don't you think so? Loud coughs.

Lovable lesbians and gays. Homos are so in. Si si si.

Side note : I love men. Running around, being rough. It's a plausible fetish but that's as much elaboration I'm giving.

Vignettes.

So, here's it.

Legs up on a summer evening. I have a regular lemonade on one hand, juggling frissons in another, watch the sunlight catch your face, your lids they.. they slit, and your dark eyebrows arch. Lips part. Jittery laughs, jittery fingers, jittery everything. Your watch mirrors the clouds, dark and sombre. "It's time for me to get home". Stolen glances, awkward silences, conversations, stupid, smart, both. Phones ring. Rap to the radio, sing to Chicago, hum to the songs we don't know. Fight over Prop 8. Put in your mixtapes, shuffle the sings, ramble on about my favorites, sit my fingers on the volume tab, you won't let me change, I change anyway. You smile, I laugh. You laugh. The toll booth. Red, green, red, red, green. Curled lashes, blackened lids. Watch sunken faces behind tinted windows. Yellow lines on the road, foot on the brake pad, the girl's still humming to whatever's on the radio. 80's, 90's, over-enthusiastic DJs. Shadows wilt. Sun down, dusk, beauty on the horizon. Question marks. Girl says goodbye. And, boy, well, boy lights up a fag.

What a life that would be.

Bon Jovi a la carte.

This is how my life for the coming 6 months looks like. Bon-appetite!

I say, brrrrring it on. *deep voice*

Served by Qilah.

Objective: Are you mean and sarcastic? Have you ever answered people ‘meanly’ and sarcastically? If yes, show us how mean and sarcastic you are! If no, then you should try at least once in your life with this note.

Rule: Respond to these as sarcastic/mean as you could.
(YR stands for Your Response.)
once uve been tagged must do!
happy reading!

If an annoying person says:
1) I am cute.
YR: huh?

2) I am the most beautiful/handsome:
YR: help!

3) See, everyone likes me because I am rich and famous!
YR: uh-huh.

4) Unlike you, I am perfectly multi-skilled. I do everything very well from sports to academic thingy..
YR: *looks away and make faces*

5) You don’t know me? I am Bruneian artist; I have albums.
YR: oh.

If an annoying hot woman/man says:
1) I know you like me.
YR: *rolls eyes*

2) What are you looking at? I am not interested in you!
YR: like I am?

3) Sorry, you are nice but seriously not my type!
YR: Oh bloody well. No biggie. Nexttttttt please!

4) UNLESS you are rich, then don’t dream that I will get a ride with you!
YR: Pffft.

5) Look, I am pretty/handsome; I can make people hate you!
YR: *laughs psychomaniaclly*

If an annoying extremely ugly woman/man says:
1) I think you and I can make a good couple.
YR: *laughs*

2) May I have your cell phone? please please please?
YR: *ignores*

3) Hi, wanna hang out? I want you to be with me the whole night..
YR: Erm. I'm busy. Bye.

4) What do you like about me?
YR: Gee. That's hard. Well, let's see.....

5) I want you to say that I am pretty/handsome and you like me sooooo much!
YR: *laughs even harder*

If your enemy says:
1) Hi bitch!
YR: Hi bitch square! *Smiles*

2) You smell like shit!
YR: In that case, you're shittier than a shit I suppose?

3) What an ugly creature you are!
YR: Why thank you beast.

4) I am going to kick your ass in this race for sure!
YR: Bring it on baby.

If your annoying ex says:

1) I still love you...
YR: Oh. Wow.

2) I know you still love me!
YR: Em. You see, things changed, I've moved on.

3) Please, go back with me honey/hubby..
YR: Sorry, that would be a no go.

4) Please call me...
YR: Err. Okay. (Not)

5) The break up hurt me so much..
YR: Hurm.

If an annoying salesperson says:
1) Wow! You are so pretty/handsome!
YR: *laughs*

2) Seriously, I used this product and I've Changed!
YR: *ignores*

3) We are giving a discount up to 50%!
YR: *walks away*

4) This one is good sir/madam. Buy sir/madam, buy..
YR: *walks away again*

I tag,
whoever wants to be tagged :)

Batch 2006.

Rejoined. Overwhelmed. Ecstatic. Delusional. Jubilant. Glee. Hyperventilation.
Convent Kajang Form 5 Batch 2006 :))

Je Voux.

A whirlwind day is how I call it today. And ze whirlwind shall be compressed into Roman Numeric, no less. Si.
On to stuff, elsewhere : (i) Frolicked to Pavilion with le Lad A and Lad N. Met up with Lass I during her lunch break, helped selves with Ipoh Hor Fun as of the usual. Lass and I likey likey. Chitty chitty boom bang without letting time cutting in. Lass got back to work and lads and I went on with the next entertainment of craning neck with the front row laughing through 'Drag Me To Hell'. Sleaziest horror movie ever I tell you. (ii) Sipped through to Sg Wang for sister D's birthday present hunting with the unpleasant sight of zillions of young thingamajigs wrapped in checkered shirts, tights, big huge lenseless specs, flowery dress with slippers a la California beach, same old Topman shirts, sipping fags looking uber cool, and parading malls while marketing selves with pride and proud along side with the strong unnecessary vibe displaying the word 'Fit In' or 'I'm Cool' on selves foreheads. Hurm. I beg to differ. (iii) Miscommunications and misinformations led to misleading of selves away from Urbanscapes. Should have been there and I would have perused through racks of acid wash and vintage finds and who knows, I might even carry a bag or two on the way home. Demmit. Oh bloody well.

Last shout, HAPPY BLOODY BIRTHDAY YOU ANNOYING MONKEY WHOM I KNOW I LOVE DEEP DEEP DOWN!My favourite two kiddos in the world.
Dinie Diyana, 12 years old, Pure Jinjang.
Hint : Monkey in Deep Blue Cardigan.

15 Steps.

Change is the law of life.

I just need the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up at least once a day. It lets me know that I am alive and living, not just alive. There’s a big difference.

All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.

Strickened!

M.J is gone, god bless *sniffs*, my parents and siblings are out of town till Sunday *sniff sniffs* , I have the car and the house all to myself *coughs* and my precious Reef flip flops is bloody stolen In Terengganu *growls* and I am in need of spamming the cinema hard and splurging my money as a retail therapy *roars* and oh, I'm hungry *grieves*.
I'm not making much sense now am I?

I Love Jamie Cullum.

I wish someone would tell me something incredibly profound. I wish my heart would beat beat beat in time with theirs and things I want to say wouldn’t get caught in my throat like my hair gets caught in my fingers and ties itself into knots. I wish the voice in my head didn’t say the things it does, because of all the people I can trust in the world I shouldn’t be one of them. That’s why I listen to music louder than the sounds of the late-night television programs like poker competitions and bad films starring bad actors. And in the middle of the cacophony of sounds the only thoughts I can hear are the singer’s, the whisperer’s, the poet’s, infinitely better and wiser. Wiser even than the stars. I bet they don’t trust themselves either. I bet lots of people don’t when they’ve fallen down the rabbit hole and felt a heartbreak or three. Boys didn’t break my heart you know, I did. I break it all the time. Love is not going anywhere, when the time comes, it'll find you. So why rush?

Between A Rock and A Hard Place.

It doesn't matter how tough I am, trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up, but maybe that’s the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap, maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward. It’s what pushes us. Maybe I have to get a little messed up before I can step up. So who's with me?

Supplementaries.

I call it drunk with love.

Advanced Scout.

So, here it is.

Good god. I am mother effin' ending this vexed feeling.
Hello. Long time. Feels like ages. Where shall I begin?
Let's see, bright side. Intersession is over. Finals were a so so. Efforts were sprayed. Outcomes are to wait. No more butt neck waist cram with hours of flaring self with the bibles and calculator every single day. No more late night sipping caffeine with favorite play list put on repeat to keep self awake till the sun rises. Not for long though. Routines are only be put on hold as new semester will begin soon. (insert whatsoever form of excitement). However, there are still stuffs on the list to be missed. Friends were made. Relationships were bond. High lows had been beautifully tainted. Memories, I shall carve and keep.
Anyway, vacation was a blast. Family and friends. Weird mix, yet simply lovable. Cotton Island was meant to be loved. Apart from the highly priced food. And the fact that I ditched a class, sitting for a test and a quiz a day right after the vacay ends. Yet all's good. Love's rejoined. Big time. It went like BOOM! WHACK! KABOOM! and KAPISH! Hard and memorable. I'm talking major. Em, en route.
Oh, I'm back home. Hello room, hello bed. Hello, hello, hello.

Cotton Island.

Location : Cotton Island, Terengganu
Date : 11th June - 13th June 2009
Vacationers : Self, Girlfriend Ili, Girlfriend Anbreen, Boyfriend Amar, Boyfriend Firdaus, Cousin Jong Dick, Boyfriend Zakwan, Mother, Father, Sister Dinie, Sister Mirrlea, Aunt Wendy, Uncle Han, Cousin Sheryl, Cousin Sherry.
Activities : Camwhoring, beach chilling, snorkelling, beach volleyballing, dinner by the beach, camp firing, cards playing, and, a little tiny bit of frolicking with ze accounting bibles.

Day one, by the beach.

Cousin D, Lass A, Lad F, Lad A, Lad Z.

Ze Ladies.

Ze Non-ladies.

RM10. Maw? :p

Amar best :)

Hypiees.

Pengsibuk.

Pengjakun.

Penghindustan.

All time lovers.

Penglompat dan pengsepara lompat. :p

Pengkungfu Panda.

Pengsami.

Pengpocong.

Pengtutup kemaluan.

Lovers, friends, families. :)

Day two, snorkelling!

:)

Me likey likey.

Lad Z, new found friend slash Dungun classmate.

Pengtarzans.

:)))

Loves.

Father, Cousin S, Mother, Sister D, Cousin D.

The Woman with a capital W.

Since the age of 1 :)

This, I don't know.

Brats. Handfull of em.

Siblings.

Turtle. Abused. Pity.

Lunch time, picnic style baby!

What's not to love?

Aunt Wendy and family.

Romantic la kan?

The little one.

The crazy cousins.

Penggymnast?

He actually smiles. Su-weet!

Beauty and the beach.

This is real okay? Busting ass while laying ass.

Non-Charlie Angels Angels.

This pose is so Pangkor-ish :)

Failed attempt of Vanity Lair pose :p

Lepak time at night.

Dinner by the beach.

Sweets!

Campfire, ooh laa laa!

Beach Volleyballing.

Treetop house of ours :)

Goodbye hugs and kisses were spared.

And so the farewells were bid.

All in all, a simply major awesome time was had. Next stop, Bali baby!