Mindblown.

I just had the most imponderable joy of knowing what the phrase "the power is at your fingertips" literally means when I flipped a light switch on in the living room and the entire house turned dark.

I was magic, you guys. Also laughing hysterically cause I didn't know what to do to fix it.

I'm just glad my laptop still works.

Apparently yesterday one of the lights in the living room (that probably shares a series circuit with the one I tried to turn on) exploded. Don't look at me, that's what my 10 year old sister said. It probably just short circuit because of the thunder and let out a little spark. Which then blacked out the house, killed my sister's laptop, my mom's computer, and our second Internet router that my brother uses.

Boy am I happy I wasn't at home yesterday.

Though I'm happier over the fact that I wasn't at home cause I was out watching The Hobbit (!!!!!!!) with a friend. That, was another mindblown, my friends. Like, seriously. The scenery and the cinematography, the directing, the fight scenes (!!), the CGI, the humour, Martin Freeman's faces, did I mentioned the cinematography? BECAUSE THE CINEMATOGRAPHY.

Instant boner.

Helps that the friend was a movie and TV buff, cause it was fun spazzing afterwards.

Oh gawd. I'm sorry if you're reading this and you haven't watched it and now you have to go into the movie with your mind pre-blown.

See what I did thurr? Uh dur dur dur.

TV. Yep. Apologies. Though not really.

Now I'm just torn between saving money for London or saving money for New Zealand. Or Switzerland. Or Germany.

Although let's fact it, considering I'm not even hesitating to put down almost ninety ringgit for a 2013 KALEndar, traveling plans will probably have to wait a little longer.

I've seriously got to start manage my money better.


- m.

Photo Dump #2

Some pictures from a trip to Cameron Highlands with my family way back. Like, June way back. Yeeeeaaahhh, *twiddle thumbs*

Work In Progress.

Sometimes, I just don't know how to finish the things that I started. Other times, I don't even know how to start. But in the midst of it all, I'm learning.

In the end, that'll be worth something, right?


- m.

psh professionals.

one time my mom and my sister asked me if i wanted to write for this sort of news portal that apparently my sister's friend's parents own. and i was like, oh cool where do i sign up, etc etc. and my sister was like, oh just gimme your blog's link and i'll pass it to my friend and she can read your blog and gauge your writing style and see if they can find you whatever to write about for their website.

so i was all, ... lol nope muchos gracias but wow no no no hah jokes on you syke.

because i get times like these where how do you capital letters and proper sentences and just that's okay, i'll stay here with my weird structures collapsing all over my blog.

not like my blog's url is so hard to figure out anyhow. but you know, comfort in silence.

or something.



- m.

btw yo blogger.

your less than 200 characters rule for your labels is redic. go big or go home.

more of these yes good.

pencils and water colours and sketch papers.

and basically me lounging in my bed in pyjamas with my laptop all day. yes.

i should probably wash my sheets sometime soon. and my hair. the aftermath of final assignments always leave me keening for three hours in the shower.

adventure taim!


- m.

— by a moment.

There's something about being suspended in the air, 20 meters above ground, in the middle of the jungle. I've missed camps like crazy, so it was really nice to be surrounded by the greens again.

Maybe one day I'll get to feel how it's like to zip line in Monteverde, Costa Rica.


Anyway, a little more than 2 weeks till I'm done with Semester 3! I'm so looking forward to guiltless TV marathons. And this little internship I'm eyeing, except maybe not really. It'll be really neat though.



- m.


ps:
To the people who are doing what I wish I could be doing right now if it weren't for the fact that I'm swamped with the last leg of assignments drops:

Happy Halloween, scavenging Gishwheseans! I'm putting away $30 or so for 2013's calendar because exotic kale wearing firemen reasons. Make it awesome, bees.


pps: Last leg of assignment drops what is that even— *sleeps*

hello -

patutla muncul dalam mimpi,
rupanya kau punya hari jadi.



- m.

ps: Amir Muhammad, @twt_malaysia's currator this week is compiling the slang words that are often used in Malaysia, and putting the words and their definitions on The UMD (The Urban/Uncensored Malaysian Dictionary). Most of them are hysterical, so check it!

Also I'm just painfully reminded by how rusty my Malay is.

*hides*

'Tis a Stay-In-Bed kinda day.

It's perfectly okay to take a shower on a Saturday morning only to put on last night's pyjama pants, right?

Too comfy.

And as a tribute to Happy Ending's 2x12 about Dave's deep-V neck T high, I'm wearing one right now.

Also, because our ministers can suck it. V-necks are awesome.



- m.

this is just riddikulus.

day 7 of spraining my foot. after falling on the stairs at the pedestrian bridge at 4. after an hour of crashing down from a caffeine high. after going 36 hours without sleep. after a full night of agads & runaway angelhair.

are you still laughing at me, elly? i'm still laughing at me.


- m.

moment of silence -

for the death of Supernatural livestreaming cum quality time with Natz.

Semester 3 of my degree officially commenced yesterday, and out of all days, the only day I would have a class at 8am, would be the day CW decides to slot Supernatural in next fall. Lucks.

I mean, I'm happy that we got out of the death slot on Friday, and fellow western friends get to have their Friday nights back to resume their partying life etc, but asdfghjkl there's nothing quite like freaking out over something you love and knowing that right at that moment, thousands of people all over the world are freaking out over the same thing.

I just came back from dinner with some friends, and while they were talking about football, and while a lot of football fans might disagree, you guys are no different than any other fandoms. I think I blogged about this before but potatoes. I'm gonna repeat myself.

The passion, the disappointments, the pride, the devotion, the I'm gonna get cheesier by the second here but you get my gist right: WE'RE ALL THE SAME.

I LOVE IT.

During my holiday (the past one month), my mom kept lecturing me about how I'm always cooped up in my room, "watching your TV shows," (even though I was not... usually), but I can't help it; when I like something, I dive right into it. But she would know how that is, since she found this 700+ episodes soap opera on YouTube that she's losing sleep over. I'll look at her and I keep thinking that she's upset with me cause her eyes are swollen, but that's only from crying over fictional characters while everyone else are asleep. See, ma? You know my feels now.

Doubt she'll stop lecturing me, though.

But ugh, can you tell by now that this post has no actual substance and I'm now just rambling cause I'm trying to fill in my monthly quota?

Except of course I'm also trying to express my absolute gratitude over how absolutely easy it is for two different people to come together just because they have this one common thing that they are so passionate about.

*wipes one perfect tear*



- m.

'Give me the fever that just won't break.'

Here, have some Text From Dog.

Ye gods, my friend tweeted some of the posts from 9Gag, and I've been browsing through that since morning. Yesterday morning. A lot of poo and pee jokes, but IDK IT'S JUST SO FUNNY OKAY.

SEE WHAT I MEAN? SEE? SEE? HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.

I'm never getting these essays done on time.


- m.

gpoy.

- m.

rindu sangat sangat.

I need to keep reminding myself that once I ace this semester, I can indulge in you. But only if I get this right. Only if I work as hard as you do. I can't keep blindly stumbling through every term, waiting for the day I see you at the end. I have my own things to do and I need to make every day counts.

Fuck, what I really need to do is stop being complete batshit delusional about everything. Yes I miss everyone so much it's getting fucking ridiculous. The only thing I can do now is drink my damn tea and get back to my essay, and hope everyone else make their ways okay.





- m.

Photo Dump.

Some pictures of food cause I'M HUNGRY.

And procrastinating. Cheers!


Also by food, I meant sugar. Obviously. But that nasi kerabu was so gooooooooood.





- m.

Zendagi migzara.

The thing about people who hates making others wait is that, they spend a lot of time waiting for others instead.

We.

But I guess that's what giving and taking is about.

Such is life.



- m.

Cause I felt like it.

I'm starting to really love Subang Parade's MBO.

Gourmet potato crisps, fancy imported juice, new shoes, Italian BMT with lots of olives and pickles, Famous Amos' chocolate chip cookies, two bus rides around the entire USJ, and a handful of grin-inducing incidents; I'm sated. Spoiled myself so much last Monday, it might as well be my birthday.

Tomorrow I'm just going to do laundry and roll around on the floor while editing my mom's e-book. Because I can afford to.

Security? Love? I already have all of those.


- m.


p/s: I don't know where Jeremy Irvine came from, but hello. War Horse was absolutely brilliant, and if you ever felt like crying over horses, that's your go-to movie.

Follow you down to the red oak tree.

"So I raise my morphine toast to you all, and if you should happen to remember it's the anniversary of my birth, remember that you were loved by me, and you made my life a happy one. And there's no tragedy in that."

Have a listen. This song's the reason I desperately want and simultaneously did not want to watch Third Star. I know it'll bring me eternal anguish if I do, but I also know I'll miss out on a masterpiece if I don't. It's about a man with terminal cancer, and his three best friends who took him on a roadtrip to his happiest place. To put it crudely. Seriously. My English isn't sufficient to describe its delicacy. Let's just say, I watched this a couple of weeks ago and sobbed through the entire movie. And I haven't really stopped. Just the thought of it... shit, I need a bucket.

Probably a bad idea to watch it at 2 in the morning.



- m.