Out of sheer boredom, I logged into my old blog down in the blogger, got intensely embarrassed over the old posts and deleted the whole 2 years = 411 posts thing. Be done with it.

It's easy to delete a blog entry with a vicious stab on the BACKSPACE button on the Qwerty board, but what's already happened remains happened no matter how many times one denies it. Sometimes there is so much angst swirling invisibly around that one wanted to use a combination of birthday and Christmas wishes to wish something/someone out of one's life, but well, that's normal.

We royally blew about RM400 on the slot machines, Russian Roulette and poker tables with me turning sour by the minute for being denied the jackpots and him building up our measly fortune little by little. And me blowing it all up again. Seriously, gambling is not for me. I'd rather spend it all eating Red Velvet Cake at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf without worrying about any consequences than winning a jackpot.

So, as expected. I got bombarded with all kinds of missiles upon returning home. When you get this adult already, it is kind of embarrassing to still have been quarreling over spending the night outside with a man. What? It's more appropriate to say that I'm more like a beast than him, so what is there to be scared about? All those mutinous stabs, it's grating on my nerves already.

Isn't it alright already if I'm happy with everything as it is now? Going to yell off all the angst at tonight's K session.

TUMBLR. trivia of the day:
"WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?"

ANSWER: Cry like a boss.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
Ashamed to say I didn't exactly follow everything anymore but I'm still a sucker to this band.

Living the Heian princess dream for the new year.

Happy 2012.Albeit late.
Time for reflection (and retribution, heh).

I did so many things, met so many people last year that it was kind of sad good things have to end before more things could come along. Hard to put words to feelings unfathomable, but it's great, this feeling that I've grown so much. Comparing to all the past few years put together. The feeling of losing oneself and knowing it but couldn't do anything to prevent it was very scary. Getting back myself, I was glad. I was even glad I took a year off from college and bounced back with HP and MP completely replenished. :) Having to go back to college again in September failed even to dampen my moods. I even did all the tutorials (except Maths) and attended all the lectures (except Maths) without fail even those brothers in class were surprised.

I turned double a few weeks before the year ended.
The super shy man whom, despite his clumsy attempts in gatecrashing one's life and settling comfortably there, made his presence more noticeable by days. I abhorred being controlled. I hated being reprimanded for swearing (like a boss). BUT. Being allowed to be selfish and bratty to my heart's content, being fussed over when ill, being 'kan cheong'-ed over when I fell flat on my face, I love those handy-dandy itty-bitty things people in love do. Those sacrifices are worth it. I guess.

Next. With reflections comes resolution, of course.
It's getting harder to keep that damn weight (with all those delicacies) but 60 and below, it ain't impossible anymore! :)

So. The countdown revealed.


I think they kind of want to touch on artistic contemporary issues. LOL. The one playing in front is the preview of their new PV? The naked girl(?) in handcuffs with ants crawling all around her pubic areas. LOLOLOL.... I'm defeated.

But I like their new image.
Felt like gone back 6 years to Icy Cold City time.

And I'm so frazzled there are people who don't know of them. Damn you GazettE boys, always shadowing the other greater counterparts.

I could feel I get blah-er by hours.
What anticipated sometimes goes awry somewhere in the middle, don't you think so? These four days cooping at home turns out to be the most counterproductive days ever in my looong first semester. I HAVEN'T GET ANYTHING BEYOND THE FIRST CHAPTER INTO MY HEAD! (panic) Two subjects in my hands already but the rest are .... urgh. I'm proud being in the top again but the stress that come with it, I am not prepared for it at all.

When you have been single for so long and suddenly ceased to be, it needs more than a little courage to walk a few more steps forward. Too much uncertainties lies ahead you could neither see the looming holes nor the stumbling blocks you could only feel the pain when you come in contact (aka crash into it) with them. Being confined in my own space with someone forcefully gatecrashing it suddenly with me no way out,  I feel like this 90% of the time nowadays. It's not that I don't want it, I'm just scared. Bare with me for a while, k?

Merry Christmas Eve by the way. There's a party at his friend's house tonight which I fear I would embarrass myself when I get a little bit more drunk than I realize.

(Slaps face)
Concentrate! Concentrate!

It's a rebooted Ninja x Capcom.
Dante is a bit too faggy for my liking IMO but IMMA still wanted this one nonetheless I'm missing the time my thumbs were sore for days for moving too fast on the PS controllers

The man is very addicted to Counter Strike Online.

Officially, I am no longer the only 23-year-old in the dorm.
Happy birthday again, the gay-est girl in the dorm. I could swear a hundred times I could hear your laughing voice from the block across the street, LOL. Thank you for always be there whenever I am hungry. Your maggi is one otherworldly dish I could never forget even after I graduate in two years. XD