Monday, March 25, 2013

Prompts: Nick Kwas' cover of Someone Like You by Adele, attempting to write a scholarship essay, a tweet by Poet House on twitter, a memory of Swedish House Mafia's Don't You Worry Child.

Did you hear the cry of the silence
As the static reached for the ache
And mountains grew on stretched lakes
For all the yearnings you could never take

Which led up to this, for some reason, because I wanted to rhyme.

Take me at face value
Take me for who I am
Spread me out and reel me in
Don’t let this copper light grow dim
For every tread you hold so dear
For every breath you reverence, near
Don’t take away my soul and heart
Don’t waste away and so depart
I wish you were not living great
I wish you were not at heaven’s gate
For how can I reach you from so far away
How can I be your light and day
I never meant for you to leave
I always wanted to believe
That one day I’d be there with you
If only life were not so cruel.

I'd name the second one "Distance", because that's what I felt.

They're not supposed to be any good. Putting them here because they'd get buried in tumblr and I actually like how I came up these spontaneously with no break/pause/backspacing.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Haha. Did I seriously think I could do this? My head's scattered in a million different places at once. Sigh. I want to write. I haven't in so long.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Killer Elite

Killer Elite was a very nice movie. Not exactly mind-blowing, but, well, I really really liked it. I decided to go watch it because it's been really long since I watched a good old assassin-based movie, and because, it's a Jason Statham-Robert de Niro movie, and, all right, maybe even Clive Owen factored in a little.

I am a Jason Statham fan and always, always will be. No Jason Statham movie can ever, ever go wrong. From The Italian Job to In The Name of the King to The Transporter to The Expendables, I love him so, so much. GAHH I LOVE JASON STATHAM. He is a BAMF, and a BAMF with a British accent, at that.

And there was Robert de Niro (click on the link if you want your life changed), too, that really old famous actor whom I had no idea existed, but fell in love with in Stardust - (an all time favourite movie, puh-lease). Needless to say, his acting was impeccable, but I never expected him to be so adorable. He actually made managed to make me cry a little (shaddap, I know it's not exactly difficult, but I never expected to).

Third famous name, Clive Owen, whom I know from Shoot 'Em Up and King Arthur. He portrayed the sort of character I always thought he would play best - the annoying, get-under-your-skin one. How can anyone look at that face - and that moustache - without wanting to punch it?

And there was a likeable, very real female character in it, too, one who doesn't have to have her hand held and shushed when screaming. (Unlike the trailer for the movie Abduction.) Oh, apparently she's the girl from Chuck. No, I don't watch Chuck. Come at me bro. No wonder she's so pretty. Plus point!

The storyline was inspired by the non-fiction book The Feather Men, and I wouldn't be surprised if this movie was banned in the UK, but I don't get why it's branded 18+. I mean, only like a dozen people died in it, tops, and not in very gruesome ways. Wait. Maybe more, if you count the unimportant cronies.

We were the first ones in the cinema, which was pretty cool for a while, until one middle-aged man came and sat in front of us. And then another middle-aged man came in. And then another. To our slight relief (we were beginning to think we were the targets of an assassination plot), some other younger guys came in as the advertisements started. Juicy tidbit about me: I love watching cinema ads and trailers. But all in all we were the only girls in the movie hall. Which was pretty funny, because every time Jason Statham punched someone in the balls (he did that pretty often), all the guys around us would go "Ooowwww", one headbanger behind us even going, "Woii, dei" at one point. Li Sar and I were... not quite as affected, I suppose, not being in the position to empathised with the unfortunate victims.

Girls, y u no go watch Killer Elite?!


Here have a picture.

LOL. I can upload that here from my extremely under-utilised camera phone now I never knew gosh I am so cool sometimes

Lately I've been having a lot of thoughts. Sometimes my head is like a whirlwind full of them, and sometimes there are just one or two thoughts that stay in my mind and don't go away. I think I've been wondering what my life would be like if it were a movie, or a book, or a song. And I've been feeling that it wouldn't be a very good one. Silly thoughts to have, I know, and not very original ones. But oh well. I'll save my deep-rooted confession of how I hate that I'm not good at anything at all for later.

"It's the deep breath before the plunge."


I've finally got the chance to just talk a lot with the girls lately, and it's really nice - it seems forever since we really just talked about all that nonsense that's in our head. Like the other day during our first forage into prom dress shopping with Nicole and Chalystha, or Monday, when the five of us spent the whole day in school whiling away free periods like we always used to, or yesterday when three of us were conquering the tree trunks in the tapak perhimpunan (I'm glad I got to do that before I left school; it was something I always wanted to do, and the weather was so lovely and I felt like a hipster) - amidst stares from the Sixth Formers. We're going shopping again this Friday and I am very much looking forward to it - I honestly cannot recall the last time the five of us got to go out all together.

Yesterday it struck me and Li Sar that it had also been a long time since we went out on a "date", and so that's what we did today. It was supposed to be lunch, a movie, yumcha and shopping. First thing I did when we got there was buy popcorn. (It's been that long since I've been to the cinema.) We watched Killer Elite, my choice. It was a really nice movie. I was going to post my thoughts on the movie here, but changed my mind, seeing as I am already dying from embarrassment everytime I look at my feedjit and see people arriving at certain posts I made when I was in the most critical fangirl mode - either on Romeo & Juliet, PotC, or *cringe* grey-eyed princes. I don't need someone to search "Killer Elite" and end up reading about my life instead. So I'm going to make a separate, albeit shorter, post on the movie. Lol.

Oh well, but our date was cut short after lunch when Sar had to unexpectedly rush off home. And then I was left stranded in TCM by myself. #foreveralone. After deciding there were no dresses there worth looking at, I texted Xin You, who lives like two seconds away from TCM, to see what he was doing, and he turned out to be in some Indian shop nearby with his watermelon friends. And then miraculously, some time later, Xin You, Calvin and Tzen Ren "bumped" into me in Borders. :) #notforeveraloneafterall. Haha, they are so cute. Even Calvin, who either really really hates me, or just doesn't generally maintain eye contact with humans. It was like when they so chivalrously decided to walk me home after school that one time even though it wasn't anywhere near on the way to wherever they were going. 5A boys. Gotta love 'em.

The Three Musketeers with Gannie-boy tomorrow. Gonna see Legolas and Mr. Darcy act as something other than an elf and a romantic legend! I wonder if it'll be good. I'm going to go and watch the 1993 version tonight and try to read the Alexander Dumas novel tonight, just to be prepared.

I need to read more classics. I'd take a tonload of them over slaving over addmaths any day.

Saturday, October 1, 2011


I love Borders. A lot. I actually call it my "favouritest place in the world". Which isn't strictly true, but you know. I don't know if it's truly Borders I love, or just, well, the books. I suppose if I were overseas in places where there are other bookstores, I guess I wouldn't really care about Borders. But here, it's Borders I really love. In fact, I am pretty addicted to Borders, probably more so than the average bookworm. Here is how I came to this conclusion, no exaggeration, I swear:
  • The air in Borders sends me on a high.
  • I will go inside a Borders outlet just to stand and sniff the air inside it.
  • I will do anything to smell the air in Borders.
  • When in a mall, I lie and say I need the loo but in actuality I dash to Borders to sniff the air.
  • Thanks to my internal Borders GPS, I can get to a Borders with my eyes closed.
  • I can run from one end of any mall to Borders in heels in record time. Proven.
  • Sometimes when I haven't been to Borders in really long, I mutter "boh-duhs" repeatedly under my breath and pretend I'm breathing the air there.
  • When given a choice of mall to visit, I will choose MidV or The Curve, because they have big Borders outlets there.
  • I will purposely ask my family to take me out with the made-up excuse of spending some quality family shopping time, just so I can spend the day alone at Borders.
  • I will pretend I'm looking for a shop that doesn't exist which happens to be near Borders.
  • I will plead out from any shopping party as soon as I can so that I may go to my beloved Borders.
  • I study in Bangsar Coffee Bean because it's in the same building as Borders.
  • I study in Bangsar Starbucks because it is in view of Borders.
  • Once I was supposed to go on a desperate shopping trip alone the weekend before Christmas but when I was dropped off in midv I spent the whole time in Borders.
  • There is no joy like seeing the big logo of BORDERS from the distance.
  • It causes me physical pain to be in the same building as a Borders and not at least walk past it.
  • It is difficult for me to walk past a Borders without entering it.
  • I can spend hours just sitting on the floor of Borders, even without reading a book.
  • I love the black armchairs of Borders.
  • Borders is the only place I can finish books in single sittings.
  • I consider it an indignity to ask the Borders help desk for directions.
  • I think I know the Borders shelving system better than most staff there.
  • I like the way Borders display their recommended books.
  • I'm running out of reasons.

Thursday, September 29, 2011


Trials have officially ended today.

There's nothing particularly special about how I went through trials; I experienced symptoms none too extraordinary - severe lack of sleep, general lack of appetite, unhealthy dependence on coffee, deprivation of favourite things to do, and the occasional breakdowns, neurological or emotional.

The only thing I seem to have contrived that others haven't, however, is a shocking deterioration language-wise, and coupled with some lack of coherence thought-wise, this is going to make for a very unreadable post, but I've wanted to write this for really long. For say what you like, trials were really tough for me, but I got through it, and not by myself.

I love everyone. Like my mum and dad. They took a lot snipes and snaps and outright refusals of food from me that they'd never have taken otherwise. And they supplied me with coffee. (Words cannot express how much that means to me.) And ice cream. And my mum stayed up with me to study most nights. I don't know how they did it and my parents rock.

I love the beautiful girls Nicole Low Yen Yi and Chalystha Lee Yie Qin. Whatsapping with them every day kept me sane. Although sane might not be the operative word. Think about that. Take one girl studying like mad for trials, multiply that by three, and put it into a group conversation, and you won't find anything that makes sense. You'll get a lot of emoticons, that's for sure. (I am addicted to the whatsapp emoticons. Today I put "television" as my answer in Physics because all I could think about was the cute little TV icon whatsapp has.) The two of them reminded me that I wasn't #foreveralone - we were all in the same [insert emoticon of "boat" here] after all.

Ho Hui Jan. I love her sooooo much. Every single day before my papers she would text me a good luck . And they would make me :DDD like anything. It just means a lot that she would take time to remember me stressing out over trials, and make me feel better. Idk what I ever did to get a friend like her and guys, she is just awesome.

I owe Xin You thanks too for he has kept me off the edge several, several times see he can be pretty rockin' when he's not being annoying. (Kidding.) Not least to the ones who keep me company all the time while I'm studying,  fellow whatsapp buddy Gan and especially Terence. Never forgetting several awesome teachers I am so lucky to have teaching me, oh you know all the schoolteachers besides that one, that one and that one, but also to Pn. Z and Mr. R.

And to continue in my all-the-speeches-at-the-Grammy's-combined fashion, I would like to thank the music that I listen to, my sort of music, all those amazing, amazing artists who are responsible for the permanent misshapening of my ears due to the earphones of my beloved iPod Alethea - music keeps a person on track when everything else seems off. And I would like to thank my coffee, I love you coffee, starbucks, coffee bean, perak coffee, and of course my one and only drug, my thick black thick black thick black beautiful aromatic lovely wonderful indescribable amazing intoxicating thick black Penang coffee. And my energy supplements and other vitamins. Without popping those five pills a day like a pro I would be sick by now lol.

But one thing I'm going to ensure is that this won't be happening for SPM. I will be ready for it, and I won't be having coffee instead of interstitial fluid in my brain, I won't be pulling three to four eyelashes out every time I aim for my contacts due to lack of sleep, I won't be not eating, and I won't be freaking out. I hope. Sigh. I never thought I would be afraid of failing any of my subjects for trials, either (thanks, addmaths), when I was anticipating this before.

I'm giving myself a week of freedom before getting to for the SPM, during which I need to cram in as many things as I can, such as watching all my beloved TV shows, reading a Bordersful of books, study LOTR to the max, rewatch a bunch of romance movies, tumblr, fangirl like a freak, spend quality time with certain beloveds, and go prom dress shopping. Lol at the last.

Oh, but wait. You want to know what the funny thing is? A very tiny part of me didn't want these trials to end. Because this was the last exam we sat as a class. We're not going to sit for SPM like this. As 5A. 5 perAlihan. Yeap, that's us. I'm not going to be able to turn around and know exactly where everyone's seated, in alphabetical order, anymore. We're not going to be able to do all those stupid things we do during papers that we're not supposed to do. No more "SSSSH"'s from Tzen Ren when someone drops a pencil on the ground. No more tossing around of staplers. No more annoying idiots making water droplet sounds during the paper. No more insanely tense class atmosphere whenever we're all cramming together minutes before the exam starts. No more forever starting late because we always start late. This was our last paper. And now trials have ended, and we're not even going to be a proper class anymore. Today we took down our pictographical "duty rooster" and handed the keys over to the PMR brats. Our time together's up.

Trials have officially ended today.