Legitimate Lass.

Well, hello, yes, I'm back for the weekend.

Legitimately licensed to pout.

It's Friday. End of the week. Anticipating the incoming two-day break. Hope it's worth, insert loud sigh. Cough, irrelevant.
What's afleet, elsewhere : (i) Classes are norm. Beginning to sink under the enormous pile of workloads. Will be socializing and getting acquainted to caffeine anytime now. Stoked, you bet! (ii) MTV Asia World Stage baby! Managed to get grabs of the passes. Wicked and bollocks are understatements. Kasabian, Kasabian, Kasabian, All American Rejects. I contemplated on dragging which lad and now I have both in my arms. Along side my complete set of beloved femmes on the platter. It's safe to assume our past rendezvous(es) involves a lot of screaming and psychotic hyper scenes. Keepin' it platonic. (iii) Currently drunk with love over the series Skins. Wasn't really an ace. But judging by how the hormones of this lithe gets pumped up against the oh-so-sexy,kill-me british accents of them lads and lasses, I'd say it's almost illegitimate.
Pondering upon a good weekend. In high hopes of invading cinema and bare-pick The Proposal for the first cinematic pleasure of month August. May you have good weekends lads and lasses! Safe!

Side note : God, I'm in love with ALEXA CHUNG. Help!

New Age.

Yes. I'm back in Malacca.

Heaps of plans during the weekend away from home restricted me from getting in touch with ze e-world. Doesn't matter. Point is, quality time was spent. Love was pretty much rejoined though not in the cute, happy ending cartoon motion way. And, my eccentricity towards having my education being in the United Kingdom has increased immensely. I am so tackling whatever there is to be tackled, down. Yeah, you're going down, you heard me.
And so, I've got better things to do here. Continuous effort, constant prayer and doa, Insya-Allah. Yes yes. Good days ahead lads and lasses! Ciow.

Annihilated.

I choose not to care.

You know how they say life is a sum of choices? The way I see it, we must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.
In roman numbers, we march : (i) Days at home had been pretty home-ish. No lavish plans to be spared, yet. Oh, come on, the weekend has just arrived. Don't be so mean. (ii) As to what have I done, ravaged the TV, bonded with lappy almost 24/7 till I've even been banned from facebook for being too active I suppose. Wha? (iii) Crossing fingers hoping that le pants are done by tomorrow. For alteration of 2 inches had to be made as my fats had gone wandering and couldn't be found. Wearing belts will only make it more hideous than ever. Eek. (iv) Newsflash, UITM are closing down all the campuses starting today. Boo. Pemalas, as quoted by mother. I wonder why all the other Unis are fine and we're the only one making a huge fuss of it. What's worse is our semester break has been sort-of-forfeited too. Double boo. (v) I'm in mood of invading the dream I plan to have tonight. So I shall say goodnight now. Shalom.


There's a place in this world where people like me are found by people like you. I'll find that place and you're going to have to find me no matter what.

!@#$%^&*

My facebook account turned it's back on me. Hooray.

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS OI?

I couldn't write on walls, and I couldn't post comments, all I get is this. Holy cow. *Insert curse words as you may*

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Hello? Is this a joke or something? Er, not funny?

Outside of Guggenheim.

Spare yourself some laughs. It'll do you good, I promise.

Spencer Pratt, Is That You?
Passer-by to hobo: Nice chair!
Hobo: Why, thank you, I'm a professional bum.

What Do You Think Of HIV Then?
Hipster girl: I didn't know you smoked.
Hipster guy: Yeah. I know it's bad for me, but I really don't want to be old.

Scrabbles Anyone?
(i) SNOOZE ALARMS
Rearrange it, and you'll get, ALAS! NO MORE Z'S.
(ii) MOTHER IN LAW
This one's good, WOMAN HITLER.

Jokes over. I wonder when will I get a start on tackling those bloody workloads. *thinks hard*

Side note : Some people are gifted, and some others are gifts to life. It is very safe to say that she falls in both categories. Get well soon Yasmin!

Morning Coffee.

If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. Good days lads and lasses!

I so need to dare myself to be myself, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

Question is, what do I want to be really? Gee. This is hard.

Bull's Eye.

Poetic eloquence? Nah. Not poetic much.

PS, You can choose to strain your eyes or you can choose to perform the one-click-away-enlarging thingy whatever you call it.

Conquests of future grabs / holds, whatsoever you call it. God sent a kick of the good vibes for what I've worked for during the semester break. Though it wasn't as expected and though what I expected portrayed disappointment in somewhat disguised as blessings. I thank God, still. Thank you Lord.
I shall bust more arse and slip in more efforts replacing those inhuman behavior I shall not say more about. Eyes on the prize baby, eyes on the prize. Cross your fingers and chant ATNC with me will you?

Portable Hole.

Sexify yourself.

I will dress in the costume of a bear and dance seductively for you. Do you have a rough wooden pole upon which I may gyrate? And do you seek companionship from a bear-dressed woman? Respond post-haste to me, and we shall convene. Gee. Being a masochist sure ain't easy.
When the night strikes, I'm all alone and when soppy songs are put on repeat, I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
I figured that, the most difficult phase of life is not when no one understands you. It is when you don't understand yourself. I wish I didn't care so much.

I wish to be an old philanthropist. Someday. One day. It shall come.

Private Enemies.

You and I are meant to be together. Period. The end. Cue happy-ending music.

Wishing star.

Reminder to self :

i) Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.

ii) Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Someday, someone is going to walk into my life and make me realize why it never worked out with anyone else. Fingers crossed lads and lasses, fingers crossed.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Fun fact of the day.


If you could ask God one single question, what would it be?

Buck Up.

What I've learned :

i) Soccer ain't really that bad after all. And I spent all these years wasting those 90mins on tv. Damn son. Father, I should have come with you to the stadium more often.
ii) Berbatov's thigh are made of God's ingredient.
iii) Rooney's tummy is round and hairy. How cute!
iv) Men and balls are my latest interest.
v) I should prolly slap self and stop drooling over men and balls.
vi) The absence of my to-lust-food got me devastated. Like hell. And I almost teared over it. Like wha?
vii) Public Enemies got me into the 70's mode.
viii) I am bedazzling my flip flops. Gee.

Man Utd 0 - Adlynn Diyana 3.

One word, damn!

The well bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves. The thought of being just another spectator among the crowd is so plain. But blah, who cares, I got my femmes to rock with.

Men and Balls, here I come.

Femmes await!

Obscuring Obligations.

Abstruse phase of nostalgia rewinding. I miss this and I miss that and I miss miss miss.

Here I am-- immobile, a partial paraplegic, resisting motions as if I've ravaged the world for seven decades long. Pseudostate rants-- please expect obscure amount of delirious off-topic derivation. Empty, guilty pleasure, enthusiasm, blank, blank, blank, kill, kill, kill, die. Collaboration indeed. I wonder why I wonder. There's so many things in my tackle list that I feel like exploding over the lines from the inside out. You know the feeling when you want something yet there's something holding you down from reaching to it in a first-degree slaughtering position?
Invisible men, thing, whatever you call it, make it bounce. Please I beg. Predicting a hormone powered excursion as of tomorrow's event. Contemplating on whether or not to kill time with dearest lass watching sweating men kicking balls or stay at home and be a good kid. Hurm. I prolly should.. Why, men and balls are... Okay, spare me the self-help guide book this instance!
Out of luck, I might be an inanimate, faux-headache-driven, sloth-clad object lounging around the house. In the evening, I sleep. At night.. I am a costumed vigilante? But, I might grab the chance of being a teen and doing things that teens do. Heck. I shall stop blabbering. I need to sleep graciously so I'd wake up elegantly. Wha?

Rockstar lagi ke?

I miss this chap. Come back fast please? Like pretty pretty please?
I need to spare my hugs well. Hurm.

New Age Shakespeare?

Golly gee.

As the day ends, a day will pass by this chap that he meant to linger thoughts of you, yet it doesn't match the ingenious ways that my mind sparks if the proximity between us had been closer.

His mind and words never fail to amaze me. Kudos lad!

Split coma.

I think.

When you're in coma, you don't dream. You just hope that someone sits with you. It's not like I've been in one. But I think when I'm comatosed, that's how I'd be or that's how I want it to be.
After all these years, I am still involved in the process of self-discovery. It’s better to explore life and make mistakes than to play it safe. Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life.I would much rather have regrets about not doing what people said, than regretting not doing what my heart led me to and wondering what life had been like if I’d just been myself. I reckon my life has been pretty plain. I need a shake. I need a boost. I need an enthusiasm kick. I need miracles. Lord?

Cogan Emosi?

I'm bored and I have a sudden tendency to try and scribble and rant in Bahasa and bare with me for what it's worth or what it's not.

Aku panas. Ada adik yang malas semacam. Boleh menang anugerah pemalas awam terbaik, sumpah tak tipu. Tahun ni dah nak UPSR tapi masih tak sedar sedar. Suruh baca buku, dia sibuk korek dapur cari makan macam dah setahun tak makan padahal baru je makan nasi tadi. Bile dah marah dia naik atas main computer. Bila dah kene bebel dia turun bawah tengok TV pulak. Aku marah dan bengang, turun bawah marah lagi sekali sampai dialog marah tu da macam routine hari hari cakap benda sama. Bila da marah, dia naik atas pulak, kali ni berasmara atas katil buat peta dunia. Bila dibebel lagi sekali, tarik muka panjang panjang macam perahu yang Pocahontas naik tu. Panjang bagai nak rak. Lepastu konon da dengar cakap, bukak buku kononnya nak belajar. Sekali tengok sejuk sikit hati, dua kali tengok, menggelegak terus hati jadi panas. Rupanya sibuk picit picit butang handphone berSMS dengan boyfriend sambil cover cover dengan buku bajet orang tak nampak. Lepas tu bila orang bising, dia bising balik mati mati tak nak mengaku salah. Haih.
Dah 12 tahun dah besar panjang bulat mulat tapi apa pun tak reti. Tolonglah dik. Tolonglah jangan asyik buat perangai bagi mama papa marah. Bila marah tak suka. Bila cakap elok elok buat muka. Baguslah tu. It rhymes. Tak teringin ke buktikan kat mereka apa adik boleh buat?

Hati, duduk diam diam boleh tak? Bising lah.

Oh, jeles sungguh lah tengok semua orang cool cool ni. Macam mana nak jadi cool jugak yer?

Wee.

Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it. Heck. I have a canvas to paint and colors to choose. You, sit still and stay away.

Darling buds.

People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they’re not on your road doesn’t mean they’ve gotten lost.

Call me lame but I have a new love. Zee Avi, oui.

Lissy Trullie.

Kick arse.

Greetings. I am back home, for a week. As all would have known by now regarding to what the news has bombarded lately. H1N1, influenza, swine flu, yada yada yada. Si. But I am clean. I'm sure of! Insert fierce face.
God is kind to me as of late- except I'm rather inferior and nerves-struck in the education excellency department this semester. Workin' on that, God. I am still breathing despite the not-so-packed-yet-pretty-packed schedule. And breathing well, still, despite of all the viruses I breathe in. Good thing I suppose. But it would be better if I could stuff good food in my mouth simultaneously. Mothereffin'. Hurm.
Word up : (i) Happy Birthday Mother Dear. Was supposed to splash the cake yesterday night when mother gets down the plane but everyone was practically a walking zombie and a moth deep inside. Fatique took over. Oh well. (ii) Missed the Shouts! Award. Dammit. I would bloody love to go to events like that one day. Cue, MTV World Stage, Sunway Lagoon Resort, August 15. Ahem. Cough. But then again, tickets are.. you choose the words yourself. (iii) Two months of education slavery added with numerous constant arse-busting brought me into a whole new level finally. Lord, I thank you for that. I am grateful and I wish to remain that way until I graduate. (iv) A week off. Let's see, what game shall we play today?

Super Woman Turns 46.

Nadiah Diyana Tan Bt Abdullah, 46, Super Woman.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER.
Hope you had a good one. Although it's a few days late.
Lots of x's and o's.
PS : The battery runs out before I could take more photos of her and her presents and stuffs and I blame the brats for that. Brr.

Offbeat Elbow.

Uh, hi. Few more hours, and I'm back to Malacca baby.

Hmm. I shouldn't be here. The hour hand says "Sleep", but, my fake-caffeine-induced self renders the command insignificant. Ritual night traditions. Oh, I'm off the menstrual phase hence I figured the offbeat emotions no longer exists. (maybe?) Blank. Excited. Euphoric. Blank. Excited. Euphoric. Slitting wrists. Euphoric. Euphoric. Emo kids. Please, don't be offended by the wrist-slitting comment. Bad habit by the way. Not that I was in it though.
Whatever else, in surround : (i) Vague blueprints of pictures of me and my future in 2 years time. I see red double decker buses and signboard with 'Big Ben' written on it. Along side, partner in crime, Lass I. Chilling out like two coolest person on earth and in another picture, of Lass A coming to visit and us three hopping off for Europe backpacking trip. Hmm. A dream had is a dream to be true of. Haa? Right. Shake that off, put back the reality goggle and start kicking arse! (ii) I can't fathom how hard it is for me to be won over/impressed-- I don't do romance well. What I need is.. a sarcastic, cynical douche who dares to understand the beauty of my complextion. (iii) A geek is soon to be resurfaced in me. Egh. I need a doughnut! Deedo!

Midsome Murder.

Two more days, and I'd be off the hook resuming self to the old regular routine and putting the current wild, unorthodox (put in whatever terms you'd like to use) one on hold. Excited? You bet. This jittery thingy in me ain't going to be put on halt until I get back on track and after a while, you'll see automated moaning surfacing within the thick bibles and scientific calculator while sipping caffeine as of late at night.

I can't wait to get back to my la-la-land. Yet packing is so not on top of the list. I shall kick myself into packing things. Gah.

Hardcore patrons.

What have I achieved in the summer : (i) Completed one and a half month of education slavery in Terengganu and shall achieve the equalization of what I have busted ass for soon. Si. Results are on their way. Butterflies, nervous breakdown. Stop. End. Oh, being in Terengganu was acceptable but not as awesome as being in Malacca definitely. (PS, I am missing keropok lekor. Dammit.) (ii) Vacation was a huge epic. Beaching with the bloods and mates. Nothing can top that ever. Quality time, checked checked, hell checked! (iii) Frolicked, paraded, wagoned with dearest lads and lasses, high school sweethearts and dearest mudblood cousins over to places from KL to Damansara. Money was splurged and now I shall declare self as an accustomed penniless lass and be in the habit of saving the precious notes for something better. *sigh* Behave Adlynn. (iv) Attempts on pampering stomach with good food succeeded. Major yay. Found self happily grudging over 4 plates of NZ's 'Tauhu Bakar' (along with lasses) on the way back home from One Utama tonight and ruled out Oldtown's Hor Fun almost three times in a week. *insert applauses* (v) Plus! I've spammed the cinema hard enough and I am a proud lass I'd say!

Cousins day out; Sg Wang, BB.

Cousin S, Cousin L, Cousin M. :)

Minor news : (i) License was yet to be renewed. (ii) Dearest baby green was healed. No more water spots. Yay. (iii) Desire on switching to a new look was banished as the guts wasn't big enough and when it comes to looks, I'm a major risk taker failure. Boo.

Lass A, Lass I, Lass A. :)

World's dating day. ;)

Twitterscope of the day.

You have great mental agility today and might even get clarity about something that's been bothering you for a long time. But mischievous Mercury still has a trick or two up his sleeve, so you might outsmart yourself by inadvertently mixing up truth and fiction. This is not something you would normally do, but you are trying so hard to get the right answers now that you could stumble and fall. Watch your step when walking the line between fact and fancy and everything will work out fine.

Twitterscope is pretty darn accurate. Freaaaaky. What does yours say? :)

Perfect symmetry.

Keane - Everybody's changing

why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why?
wait, is it everybody? Hurm.

Endeavours.

Just lift yourself up and get out of here.

But an accurate definition of the self is impossible. I am more than I realize, more than I can define. And the more time I spend trying to nail down the definition, the less time I spend living right now. My past is not my identity… Me, living now, is my identity. Unless commitment is made, there is only compromises and hopes. Yet no signs of plans. Boo.

I need a new image. Like pronto.