Adlynn Khan.

We all honor heroes for different reasons. Sometimes for their bravery, sometimes for their daring, sometimes for their goodness, but mostly we honor heroes because at one point or another we all dream of being rescued. Of course, if the right hero doesn’t come along, sometimes we just have to rescue ourselves.


Side note : (i) I miss watching 'Hey Arnold!' (ii) A temporary hiatus is dimly expected. May you have a good ramadhan. Behave well!

I own a french monkey and a hispaniac beaver.

Mon amour, mon coeur, mon âme, mon tous.
Je vous aime mère.
xoxo

Get the geeks on!

Life is good when you're on top of it yah?

If I have yet to come down to my senses to set my priority straight then I don't know what else is there to attain to. Oh, this time, proudly, I did not left me workloads unattained. (Insert loud applause and standing ovation if you please). Je ne sais pas, mianhae. Multilingual. I loike. Bliss bliss bliss. Quality time was solely spent with dearest King and Queen and two brats. Le Queen even got myself a new gadget as an early birthday present (very early indeed) and as a reward for my education achievement, cough. Thanks mother. Will be busting ass more for these last two semesters. You can count on me!
Besides immersing self in ze Taxation and Management Accounting bibles, random things, eat-outs, faggish slash girly conversations and eternal love hate affair took place. The chances of me delivering groundbreaking news equals the inferior amount of Borjan luvvahs. Sad ain't it?

I henceforth, announce a glorious geek on the freak on. Education slavery commence until Eid arrives. Toorahs! Good days lads and lasses!

The monkey and the beaver.

*hugs kiss squeeze bears loves hugs loves kiss squeeze*

Yvan Courcoff.

You know it’s been said that we just don’t recognize the significant moments of our lives while they’re happening. We grow complacent with ideas, or things or people and we take them for granted and it’s usually not until that thing is about to be taken away from you that you’ve realized how wrong you’ve been; that you realized how much you need it, how much you love it.

Side note : I heard my 6 years old sister saying 'whatever biatch' while talking to her own self. Media influnce. Gee.

If I were a boy?

They say; there's a man in every woman.
I say; no doubt there is.

1 Malaysia ke?

'We'd rather be defined as Malaysian than be defined by ethnicity.'

Reading on the article featured on 'race-ambiguous' people's comments on 1 Malaysia inspired me to babble this out. In roman numbers it shall be :

(i) It's true that this '1 Malaysia' concept is actually nothing new since we've heard of being told to unite many times and only now has it been 'launched' as a campaign officially. We've come such a long way that it SHOULD be embedded in our hearts and minds that we are united.

Unfortunately, you can still see DISCRIMINATION and POLARIZATION.

(ii) I totally agree that there eventhough UNITY is being stressed, yet there is still this ethno-centric view that the Malays are dominant group and their rights must be protected, and non-Malays are forever outsiders.

How in the world do you expect people to unite when there's this invisible veil separating the dominant and non-dominant group of people?

(iii) For this concept to really work, I give my full support for these whole RACE-POLITICS thingy to be put on halt right this instance. It's tiring and annoying simultaneously, really.
Which is why I've never bother much about politics. Thinking of it makes me want to roll my eyes and make faces.

(iv) We even grew up with application forms asking us to tick our race. We should STOP painting negative scratches on other races' images.

Stop thinking about 'us' and 'them' and start focusing on 'we', 'our' and 'Malaysians'. No one should be made uncomfortable in their own home.

(iv) I somehow believe that this unity concept will never be a good go for as long as this 'MALAY RIGHTS' thingy exists. I'd rather it be replaced with 'HUMAN RIGHTS' instead of 'MALAY RIGHTS'. If you're good and worth for what's it worth, you have got nothing to worry baby!
So unless we get rid of this bumiputera status, or reform our views and politic rights, we will never achieve unity.

(v) Since it's Malaysia's birthday, and it's cruel to not wish Happy Birthday, I'd like to include as well of how Malaysians should have more voice, STAND UP and SPEAK UP for your own rights, be respected and be heard. Words to public, do not discriminate and do see that we are one and the same. Regardless of what skin color you may have.
And oh, also, if only the government could uphold the parliamentary democracy.

HAPPY 52ND BIRTHDAY MALAYSIA.

Effing Effy.

Cook : It’s you and me babe, it’s always gonna be you and me.

Now that I have long ago completed the Skins. I am bored yo'.
Spare me a lil some some else yo'. Say wha?

Food's calling. Ciow.

P-P-P-Pop The Adlynn.

I have a new addict. Sloganizing self, word!

Oh Hungry? Oh Adlynn!

Double The Pleasure, Double The Adlynn.

Now this got me thinking hard into what I'd feast on this evening. Gee. This would be great for marketing purposes. Not. Righteous, back to workloads. Shalom!

7 Ate 9.

Oh, hi, I'm home again for the not-so-long but pretty long weekend.

It's been raining a lot-- the weather alternates between an appreciated Parisian summer's cold to bitter heat. Cue intermittent fevers and impromptu naps. Ah-ha, so.. in the span of a week, I've indulged in hours workloads frolicking as of the usual, several outings involving good food stimulated by the inner me and attempts to undress men with made-up superpowers, fail. I kid. It's the Ramadhan month, behave. Patience is virtue.
Scattered remains of non-existent social life, F/W wants, The Current Cool List : (i) Replacement classes on two Saturdays. Corrupt, construct, indeed. Major freedom destroyer. (ii) Eid is no longer giving me vibes like it used to when I was young. I need a rehab for this. (iii) Half of the semester gone down the drain just like that. Noneducational, sad. I need an instant educational prefix for this too, like pronto. (iv) Long-winded hiatus is desired to commence from mid September onwards. It's time to get serious. 4 Flats, 4 Flats, obligatory entertainment, 4 Flats. Fingers crossed. Cross it twice if you may.

Vlad the Impaler.

Because sometimes there is no easy way out. You just have to grin and bear it. Sometimes the only escape route is to go straight through the flames, just brace yourself and bite your lip. Sometimes you have to sever the ties clean off. Because in every point of life, there comes this one point when the damage is too much and no matter how good it once was, the memories can’t sustain you. You have to save yourself knowing all the while it will hurt like hell. Because you can’t keep giving someone everything if you get nothing in return.

Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.

It's just because.

Pure vibe.

Le commentaires. Is it you or is it me?

People put you down enough you start to believe it. The bad stuff is easier to believe, you ever notice that? Change is inevitable. Adapting to change is unavoidable. It’s how you do it that sets you together or apart.

Question is, is ignorance bliss?

Reason To Treason.

Opportunity cost,
slash contribution of loss.
Bugger!

Intrinsically nosy.

Loud cough.

Awkward mid-week phase.. sigh. I ain't no fan of the intermission, but.. impending weekend elation restores a lil bit of patience. Translating sadness and sympathies of two weeks is a one-off moment.
Atrociousness in one line and one verb : (i) Had a vicious fight with a bee and battle lost in the end. (ii) Swollen leg as a result of bee stung. (iii) Temporary fever and paracetamol stuffing as of two days. (iii) Got discriminated by a Bloody Wanker. Favoritism and bias-ism exist and love-hate affairs surfaced no less. Overcame it and sip it in with a one shoot inhale exhale tradition. (iv) MTV World Stage was turned into a full-driven goodbye wave from 144 kilometers away. Single handedly passed the hormonal gushes for Kasabian, sadly. (v) Non stop hits of tests and quizzes on line. Pressures building in and taking place. Gee. I need more oxygen. (vi) Remained in shadow and strode through the walk of life with all due self-intensity, bravery and respect.
End of hormonal rage and rant. Normal mode switched back on. Plan in mind of pimping my weekend both academically and spiritually. Along side with quality time with dear bloods. How I miss being home.
Ramadhan has made it way back. Happy fasting lads and lasses!

Water Curses.

August dawning in-- a bit of awkward pauses, missteps, kick-arse things, and euphoria thrown in. As of late, I am drowning self in between post-its and impeccable daily routine which I highly adore. Awaiting for closet detox and miracles to self-perform. It is forming an arthropod habitat. Sad, sad things.
Jackshit aside, here's some things in Roman numerics: (i) Rows and rows of quizzes and tests have obiediently taken own places now and I am kicking self into a form of robotic education slave. (ii) Expecting a mega something something to happen during the weekend along side with elements of norm teenage cliche. Sweet! (iii) Dating , not dating , dating , not dating , tired. Sad impression commence. Anyhow, girl can live with or without both. Girl's getting self busy and squeezing out the space for both. Move along now. (iv) Coincidence is God's way of being anonymous. (v) Assembling meals for nutritional purposes, sigh. Highlighting the word 'as if' and re-highlighting the word 'skimmed'. All I gauge down has been shippin' itself to the trunk. Unappreciated, God, unappreciated. Elsewhere, it's all dandy.

4am already? Bugger!

Thwats.

They see me rollin', they hatin'..

Skimmed, with love.

I Love Me.

Godsent things.

Oh I am so above myself at the moment.

I've got Lady Luck stamped on my arse, yes? Yes. I don't know why I directed a rhetorical question at myself in the first place but ignorance is appreciated. Still the same things-- lots of Beyonce and Adele, lots of Chicago, *cough*, lots of bibles juggling, lots of contemplations between MTV World Stage and Perak's Netball Open Tournament and er, I'm doing alright tho underneath those bloody lots. :)

Anyhow, will be spending time in Malacca for the weekend. Good weekends lads and lasses! Shalom!

Santa, where are you?

Vulnerable is a strong word. I choose independent.

It sucks when things don't go your way. But look up sunshine, your day will come. Yes, keep telling self that, uh-huh. I refuse to come to my senses that takes me to the road of a sad-o-masochist. Na-a-a. Don't you drag me down, you a**. Don't you go pulling hairs and running around mad while screaming. Behave.
It's sad when I go batshit hormonal. I get these prophecies from Up Above, further confusing all the ever- confusing matters. Unappreciated. Word. Cough. Irrelevant. I need to ponder on the timeline and go get busy. Perhaps, I shall remain intrigued over walls of Accounting Bibles and the rest that falls along the line.
For the weekend. I'm content. Thank you Lord. Back in Malacca in a few hours. Back and forth routine during the weekends has been firmly established in the Book of Life of Adlynn. Guilt-free as I shall be, I shall not now. Take a dig with the papers and pen or, care for a round of caffeine?

And oh, I need to go see Santa. Bye now.

One life is all I got.

Do what you feel in your heart to be right – for you’ll be criticized anyway.

- Eleanor Roosevelt

But what is it that I'm feeling that I can't feel like I'm feeling?
Gee.

Platter of Gutter.

Aristotle once quoted that it is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.

Eventually, everything will come together. Until then, live it up. I'm doing what makes me happy. If someone doesn’t agree, fuck boo them. I'll pick selves up and deal when shit happens. I'll screw in mind that my mistakes is making me stronger, everything happens for a reason, the only regrets in life are the risks I never take and well-behaved women rarely make history. Above all else, go with gut, but guard the heart. GO ADLYNN!

Note to self : Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.