So, I'm feeding my virtual pet again. Haha.
Four generations of my pets are congregating in the room. I missed those fluffy little mofumofu, but the peace bats are cute too.

Dramas that could make me stay captivated until the episode finale is, well, very rare. While some of the old ones from the 90s I could watch day after day, those new ones.... Probably because other than Kamenashi, I don't have a clue who the rest of the cast are. Swt.

The plot for this one is pretty slow (but surprise! I'm on episode 3 as of yesterday) and I don't know what actually is going on half the time. There were some funny scenes courtesy of Detective Natsume, but more melancholic scenes like the one about death and human's struggle to survive in a corrupted world full of malevolent people.

Once upon a time, there was an old air conditioning unit. It was so old, was dumped and dripped excessive water. And the water gave nourishment to a small but blooming beautifully flower. I love that scene.

Still, this is a very boring drama. Going back to re-watch Suppli and Mr. Brain. When I crave the sight of the perfect hunk.

Hello やっちゃん　四代

玉置浩二 - 行かないで
He might not be a best role model in terms of personality, but his vocals are sure captivating. If someone sings like that to me, like a Cantonese term, I would not slap my ass and took off just like that. Probably.

Like a katak di bawah tempurung, braving a sudden downpour in the bus for 5 hours, I embarked alone on the Singapore shore. Mom being very protective (and now there's another overzealous but adorable personal security guard), this would be the first time travelling to the other shore without a companion to freak out with when we lost our way in the labyrinthic transport system we Malaysians so proud of.

Upon stepping out of bus no.170 on Kranji MRT Station, checkmated. I was dumbfounded on how very much unfriendly Singaporeans could be. What's more vexing is, they were very friendly to the Caucasian travellers. So what's the deal?

Even that,
Our neighbor country is somewhat more of an ideal place to live (albeit the very expensive rent) and to work in. I love how we could get out butts anywhere in the country on the MRT alone thought the furthest I could get on my last day there was only to Jurong East.



People still could sit and relax and snog with his/her partner without anyone caring on the grassy plain outside next to the highway. As for that here, it would either be "Eww, I sat on dog poop/spit/somebody's chewing gum." or "OMG, somebody is snogging there. Quick, call the others to see."

....

The trip to Liverpool, UK next year for 3 months would be more interesting.

So I think I passed at least Robotics.

One less worry.
It had been nagging the back of my mind since Friday because we answered the test while facepalming like a boss. Now on to worry about Sensor and Measurement Technology and Applied Thermodynamics.

Hope I'd at least scrap a pass for the Sensor paper with the rate of me blowing water across the paper. (sweat). And I'm sure Pn Azmin loves me enough to catapult me into the passing group for Thermo.

Breaking up with BFF is such a sad thing but we bear more of her brunt than her ours. So, off to Singapore tomorrow dawn with a light heart. FYP URGH

"Don't do this."
"Don't do that."
"Why're you always like that?"

So, it cannot be "You're loved because you are like this?"

I dream, while ungracefully, searching for this light.
Holding onto this with a will, that cannot be shaken, in order to grip for something. With the stare of reality, that holds no hope, not like in the dream. 「Thank you, her 」



I love the zoo, the orangutans, the cendol, the diminishing sea view from the peak of Fort A'Famosa. Especially the sea view.

I dislike the anaconda in the reptile house, the tears, the storm and the traffic jam home. Especially the tears.

Doesn't help with 微熱下で写実した深層は宛先不明の手紙と成る keep looping with me heart under my shoes.

And the fact that 砂月 finally looks like a real man again, instead of a charming silver prince of tragedy, cheers me up immensely.

Being in love isn't always rainbow and shining sun.

The brain calmly rationalizes that how normal it is for two person in a relationship to have some spats now and then but the heart, it is always trying to negate the rationalities by constantly threatening to shatter. There are those that come with an extra encrypted "Fragile. Handle with care" stamp on it. That only people with extraordinary patience who could see them and know what they are looking at.

I'm sorry.
I really don't know.
I won't do that again.















I guess the freedom I'd carved into my skin isn't really true.