I Promise

RM 80++

1 MyKad = RM 100

2 College Student ID Cards

1 International Student ID card

1 MPH Readers’ Card

1 Photocopy Top-Up Card = RM 11++, + RM 20 deposit

1 Starbucks Voucher = RM15++

1 Esprit Purse = RM 99.90

Total lost = RM 326++

You would have had guessed it. I bloody LOST my purse again. Heck, for the bloody 3rd time. Darn, I’m hell of a absent-minded person and I’m beyond helped.

I’m so sorry my dear parents; your sloppy daughter has learnt her lesson for sure. I promise. I will NOT lose, leave, or misplace anything at anywhere anymore. You mark my words and have faith in me please. I know I’d failed you many times, but this would be the last time. I promise that I will not be lackadaisical. I promise that you won’t be receiving calls from me distressing you about my well-being.

Sticks and stones may break my bones


My mood of writing seems to soar when I’m in the midst of perplexities and stressful situations (at least for now). I can’t explain why. Maybe it’s a good way for me to gulp down my rage and fury. Writing is somehow expressing when you can’t find anybody to grumble about. And heck, it works, especially when you are losing your head, though sure enough this bloody screen will not respond or react. Indeed writing in a tranquility space is like a sanctuary where it can instantly give you a mood uplift. Precisely, a safe haven where you know you’ll feel calmer. You would reflect and find ways to compose your thoughts.

I’m not so much of an expressive person; I’m not good in pouring out my feelings, in words. Of course, I can’t deny that I’m a chatter box at times, but when it comes to serious affair, it’s tough for me to voice out my displeasure and annoyance, plus even if I do, I would end up stirring up troubles. That’s what I’m capable of.

I suppose that actions matter the most to me. It’s easier to find genuine person through their actions and not by words. Hypocritical compliment is despicable, what more insincere gesture. I don’t buy them. Say what you mean and stop being a two-faced monster. It’s disgusting.

Yes. I’m meticulous. I highly appreciate and value people who at least have had the courtesy to use the magic words. In fact, I LOVE them. It’s simple but yet people are just too ignorant or boorish for that.

Here I’m busy yackking about all these insignificant things, yet in 4 months time we’ll be saying “Hallo Deutschland” and “Auf Wiedersehen Malaysia”. At last the imminent voyage is attained. Smooth and shinning, how I wish.

That’s my ramblings of the day.

Good day people!

P/S : J, Thanks a bunch. After all, I’ve learnt that words are just words; they mean nothing unless you allow them to.

Fishy Friends

Fizzie inspired me to write this.

I can’t put up with them anymore.

Enough is enough.

People around me seem to behave bizarrely. In a correct manner, they are acting selfishly.

Oh, not one or two but many. It’s always not too late to see their true colors. Or shall I blame human nature. People are self-centered. We only care about ourselves. Who cares about other people’s feelings? Who cares whoever is hurt whenever razor-sharp and stabbing words are uttered? Who cares to be discerning and insightful? Who cares whatever he or she does affect another person? Who cares about other people’s well being? Who cares anyway?

Let me shed the light.

It’s a about ME, MYSELF and I nowadays.

I’ll do whatever it takes to be the BEST. As long as I got the BEST, I’M the BEST!

“It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there”. That’s what my dad is trying to instill in me since I was young and even now. I had never much believe in this. I used to convince myself that my old man was wrong, it was just the people he met were the corrupted and evil bunch. I was sure enough that my companions and buddies were the crème de la crème. Well, at least for me. And heck, the naïve me once again proved me wrong. I’m overwhelmed with self-delusion.

We choose our friends. Whenever we sense or notice someone’s fault and flaw, our subconscious mind immediately signals us to avoid and ignore.

Maybe it’s just me.

Let’s face it, people enjoy USING one another. We are no long in a “lend a hand” society. It’s not something that we would be grateful for. It’s interesting to note that once you are not usable, you are absolutely forgotten. People just leave and seek for another prey.

That spells LIFE.

Good Night people!