change your links!

hey everyone

im on the move again. blogger wasnt cutting it anymore.

so change your links!

http://meladybrown.livejournal.com

statistics = the formula for the common man.

be still, my trembling heart.

a scrubbing brush is lodged firmly in my throat, wearing down the sides at the rate acid burns through paper. my nose is clogged, i feel like im on fire (something i would be very happy with on another occasion) even though i can still feel the aircon, and i've finished my packet of cough drop sweets. my brain has melted; i couldn't give the correct answer for econs even though the answer was written on the board. all this and i still have 6 1/2 more hours till im officially released from the maniacal clutches of school today.

oh mr batman sir, please come and take me away in your batmobile.

on an absolutely random note and extreme (maybe not) exaggeration, july had better come bloody damn soon, or my life would continue to wilt away! i can't wait to indulge myself in probably the greatest cartoon of all time : THE SIMPSONS.

Doh!

sound the siren, the red monster is on the loose.

pa bought my birthday cake after work last night, and in spite of constant hint-dropping that i would love a truffle cake for a change, he bought a the usual black forest one. only it had an elmo and kenny (south park) figurines on it. elmo was riding in a fire-engine and kenny was picking his nose. LOL. i am twenty and my cake looked one. trust my pa to do something like this.

open the doors to the perilous world of adult-hood and its perks.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

the virginity of teenage-hood and all its allowed irresponsibilities are now gone. i miss the -teen at the back of my age already. LOL.

a big thank you to all those who made this decade turning experience a memorable one - shuyi for the handmade truffles yesterday, mii for coming down to school to spend time before french, liz and nas for all the love, zaria for just being malay summer and to all those who have messaged and still are messaging their birthday wishes. it means a lot :)

oh wells. i have a date to get back to with the entire micro section of econs and 6 chapters of accounting for tomorrow's tests. happy valentine's day everyone!

im begging you.

im terrified for you, and what you might do. and im scared that i can't do anything to help in time. im here if you ever need someone. people around you love you; you just have to look. but please, please don't do anything rash. PLEASE.

carry me off to a tall castle, let me sleep forever.

my eyes close with every metre forward,
at every change of colour, sounds
of the road seems nothing more than buzzing.

obviously, i need a stronger drug than caffeine.

my zombie-induced state, caused by mr kop-azz,
averaging two hours of slumber for the past week,
and significant module
stress, large looming deadlines to finish everything at the same time.

im experiencing an out-of-body sorts now.

it's profoundly amazing to my knackered self that i can feel a bimbo giggle coming on, when there's an almost empty canteen surrounding.

i must either be in literature heaven or serious
delirium.

what's it got to do with it?

i still can't help thinking about our conversation at starbucks on sunday.

imagine years from now, when you have settled down with the guy/girl of your dreams; the one you've been waiting for or have been with for a really long time. mariage and a future together just seems like a natural progression. but somewhere along the line, either before or after the marriage, you realised you are living a lie. neither you nor him are in love anymore; you just refuse to let go of the safety net. life is dead, love is dead. it's a painful, silent existence. suddenly, you meet this other person and being with him/her makes you feel like the happiest person alive. despite the circumstances, you fall in love. as flawed an sinful as the feeling is, it consumes you whole because you've forgotten what it feels like to love, and be loved.

you are so happy. life has new meaning. your husband/wife couldn't give a damn.

is this adultery/infidelity, really?