clouds in the sky

Just a quick update.
Life is really hectic right now.
And when I say 'life',
I really mean 'school'.
Because half of my day is spent at school.
And really,
the school is like my second home.
Well, I could say it in a good way or bad way.
But nevermind that.

I just wanted to share something with you stalkers.
That is... if you really (still) exist.
Did you know clouds can move ?
Ah yes.
Clouds.
I wonder how many of us still pay attention to such trivial backgrounds.
Especially since we're so busy with our lives.
It doesn't have to be with schoolwork.
But perhaps, with friends too.

I was at my Physics lecture this morning.
My Physics teacher was going through some stuff about our upcoming tests.
Well, I didn't really listen
because I've already finished all the work I had to.
(Not that I'm saying I'll score 100% on that test)
So I turned left,
and looked out the window.
I stared at it for a while.
Gosh.
Now that I think about it,
I was staring at the window for quite a while.
I hope my teacher didn't mind.
(I'm pretty sure he noticed. I sit at the front row)

But back to the topic,
I stared at the sky.
The clear blue sky.
I even forgot how blue the sky was.
Probably because its been raining all Winter.
And there were clouds !
Oh this was rare.
Well, for me anyways.
I was a little shocked when I saw a little motion in the clouds.
At first, they looked stationary.
But as I continued staring,
I noticed that it was slowly slowly moving.
I was quite surprised when I found out about this.
But then my common sense hit me,
"Clouds move in the sky. Remember ?
All kindergarten kids know this stuff."

Realising that clouds move weren't all that surprising.
Since I already knew that.
What shocked me was how I unconsciously forgot about it.
I forgot about something that I once thought was common sense.
I guess I've realised that I've been so busy dealing with everything,
that I forgot to slow down and look at silly things,
like clouds or maybe even.... grass ?
And as much as I hate locking myself up in the library
and forcing myself to do loads of homework,
I should really be taking short breaks and
just enjoy some of life's simplest (but greatest) gifts.
Mostly simple though.


I know there's probably some weird Physics going on behind the movement of clouds.
(Actually there is,
I Google-d about it and it gave me something about the Coriolis Effect.)
But sometimes,
I wish I can just forget about the complicated stuff
that we're so used to dealing with everyday.
And think like a kid.
Where we'd be fascinated by the stupidest face-palm-able things.
And to be honest,
I don't mind taking a minute (or hours)
pondering with my miniscule brain about what random clouds in the sky looked like.
Not that I've ever done that before.
Will I ever get a chance to do that ?

On a totally unrelated note,
I just got an 8 hour sleep last night.
And I feel totally rejuvenated.
So that's what happens when you stick to a 6-hour sleep routine.
I still don't get how people can afford to sleep at 12 and wake up at 5.



Listening to So Long, and Thanks for All The Booze - All Time Low

I did it all.

I did it all.

I owned every second,

that this world can give.

I saw so many places,

the things that I did.

With every broken bone,

I swear I lived.

YODO (you only die once).

TK

a not-so-pleasant respite.

That might sound like a pretty depressing title.
But at least it doesn't symbolise anything significant right ?
Nope.
It does not describe my life perfectly at this very moment.
It was just something I came up with.
A spur of the moment idea.
Its not everyday you get the word 'respite', right ?
AM I RIGHT !?

omaigawdwhoamikiddingmylifeisacompletedisasterandimsomiserable

But I can't say there hasn't been bad things happening this week.
Fortunately and unfortunately
(mostly unfortunately),
there are only 3 more weeks until the end of the term.
And then its time for holidays !
Yay !
WRONG.
You have no idea how fast my teachers are teaching right now.
Did I mention finals are on the first day of next term ?
I can barely finish my work now,
let alone study for finals.

So rather than listening to me talk about
how I'm spending every day at the library until 8,
let's talk about some other stuff
which I have not bothered to think about
before typing this.

Well,
an honourable mention to Mr Sarcasm.
Happy Belated Birthday.
Well,
its not really belated,
because I've already wished you a happy birthday.
Twice in fact.
Both on paper.
Sadly, I was under the impression that the "short" message
I was requested to write to you had to be short.
If I had known that writing an essay to you would've still been accepted.
Well,
let's just say karma bites back.
But I do hope you enjoyed my little gift.
The same goes for Miss Prez as well.
I was actually contemplating on what to buy for you guys.
Well,
it had to be light due to travelling restrictions.
So I thought CDs would be great.
I know you can just download songs illegally online.
For free no less.
But doesn't that make owning a genuine CD in Malaysia such a rarity ?
You know,
aside from K-Pop.
Mr Sarcasm,
I hope you liked the CD.
Because I definitely liked it when I first
decided to download the album illegally.
I WAS planning on getting you a Taylor Swift album.
But I guess that would've been too insulting,
even by my standards.

As for Miss Prez,
I was actually taking the risk of buying the CD
of an artist I wasn't too familiar with.
What if the songs ****ed ?
Well, you won't know until you try, right ?
And guess what ?
I'm getting addicted to his songs too.

Of course,
a huge apology goes out to Miss Dolphin.
Sowi for keeping all this in the dark from you.
But I guess a little part of me wanted to surprise you too.
Don't ask me how.
It was just a tiny feeling I had.
And a big thank you to Miss Molier,
for taking time out of your busy busy STPM life
to stop by at my place to collect the gifts.
I owe you one.
I'll keep that in mind.

Birthday surprises aside,
there really isn't much for me to talk type about.
Oh yeah.
My phone speakers broke.
And the buttons on my earphones broke.
So that means....
No ringtone.
No alarm clock.
No convenient button to press when I wanna stop songs on my iPod which is inconveniently located at my waist.
And this happened the week
AFTER I lost my watch screw and
dropped my iPod.
Coincidence ?
I dunno.
But I do wonder why're all the bad things happening now.
I mean,
I admit it might just all be a huge coincidence.
But it does seem a little weird,
considering how 'normal' things were at the beginning of the year.
Even Miss Fashion told me so.
#Freaky.

Ok.
Now I'm REALLY out of stuff to talk about.
So I guess I'll end this here then.
Wait.
People DO read my blog, right ?
Stalkers ?
Anyone ?


Listening to Yume o Daite - Rake

I see this life like a swinging vine,

swing my heart across the line.

In my face is flashing signs,

seek it out and ye shall find.

Burning out.

TK

1 step at a time.

This is kinda exciting.
Blogging in class, I mean.
Unfortunately, I fell asleep with my laptop next to me last night.
So, my laptop's dead now and I've resorted to using the college's computer.
ooo000ooooo people are staring.
And for SOME reason,
I can't type in the blog box.
So I have to type with the HTML text box.
Adding a "br" tag for every line....

Back to the point.
I've got to get this out by midnight today.
So I can't I'll have to make due with what I have.
I wonder if you people know what I'm going to type today.
I'm sure some of you do.
Today is a special day for someone.
And to certain extent,
a special day for me as well,
you know, if everything went according to plan.

I've never done this before.
A dedication post, I mean.
I know people who've done them before.
I know some posts which were (kinda) dedicated to me.
And I'm really flattered by them,
but somehow,
I just can't bring myself to write one myself.
Well,
you won't know until you try, right ?
Hopefully, this'll turn out Ok.
I'm not expecting to induce any Diabetes Mellitus Type-II,
but hopefully,
this will be enough to add some Happy Points to that special someone.

Let's go back all the way to the beginning.
Like her,
the only thing I remember was the Ice Cream-Slap incident.
But I don't recall being all that "smart",
especially during Geography class.
But I do remember an not-so-awkward scene in the classroom,

Her : Hey ! Wanna to be my little brother ?
Me : Ok.
Her : Ok.

And that was random.
But I guess we really are like siblings.
We fight like no end.
We hate(d?) each other's guts.
Just like any other siblings.
After the "15th birthday at McD's" incident,
I thought she was just pure evil.
Or at least really playful to the point where I could strangle someone.
Dat' feeling of hatred.
AMATERASU !
And I thought to myself,
"That's it ! I hate her. Never talking to her EVER AGAIN."
Oh brain,
Y U SO TOOPID.

To my utter surprise (and unconsciously, delight),
we had a lot of things in common.
We both loved animes and games.
You (tried) to teach me how to be a good boyfriend,
and I taught you how to....ermm....
command an army of evil green interplanetary amphibian invaders.
It was a great experience to get to know you.
Truly.

My thoughts were exactly like yours.
Who knew Miss Slap, Smart and Sisterly ever become someone so important in my life ?
Well, I guess that's how the world works.
God probably wanted to send a guardian angel to protect me.
Not trying to sound cheesy or anything,
but I do feel safe with you =)
You know 96.7% of all my secrets,
and I know not-so-many of yours.
You can go through my wardrobe,
but I can't go through yours.


You tell yourself you're ugly,
even though you're one of the prettiest girls I know.
You tell yourself you're lazy,
even though you work tirelessly day in day out.
You tell yourself you're stupid,
even though you're smarter than me.
You tell yourself you're ungrateful,
even though you treasure everything around you.
You tell yourself you sound terrible when you sing,
even though most people'll probably lose to you.
You tell yourself you hate those things sticking out of your chest,
even though they're actually quite small.
even though.... you'll probably accept them one day.
You tell yourself how bad you look in glasses,
even though those pair of lenses brighten up my day.

You tell yourself how you'd rather be a guy,
but to me, you're perfect just the way you are.

Miss Prez.
Plain and simple.
Not Mister President.

And there're all those great things that makes you Miss Prez.
You and your eternal PMS.
You and your never ending gossiping.
You and your silent skyping habits.
You and your doll knitting.
You and your awesome charisma.
You and your overreactions.
You and your love-hate tendencies.
You and your random selfies.
You and your horoscopy.
You and your "if I were a boy" moments.
You and your hashtag blog titles.
You and your osmosis.
You and your aspiring ambitions.
You and your random meltdowns.
You and your adorable fan-girl laughter.
You and your viking-slaughtering hands.
You and your messy room.
Maybe it would've been better without some of them.
But then again,
we are who we are today because things were the way they were.
And I guess,
we wouldn't be standing here if they were any different.

Its true.
We might be MORE than a miles apart.
But those memories that we shared,
will forever stay etched in your brains.
Because only idiots say memories go to the heart.
Looking back now.
I can safely say that I have no regrets meeting you.
All those hard times were definitely worth it.
You taught spoon-fed me so much.
And you don't know how nice that is,
but I do.
And besides,
its not like we're never going to see each other ever again.
Its only temporary, right ?
Its just like "Ei ! 车到了. 明天才讲啦 !"
So just you wait.
Until then,
enjoy your life.
Enjoy your final year of high school.
Enjoy your senior prom.
Enjoy your friends.
Enjoy your family.
And be VERY excited about the future.
Although its probably my fault for having my
pessimism rub off on you.
But things will definitely change.
For the better, of course.


Roses are red;
Violets are blue;
People come and go;
But you'll forever be here for me.


P.S. To all the guys out there.
        I'm sure you're all jealous.
        Well, sucks to be you I guess.



Listening to All-American Boy - Steve Grand

I'm only up when you're not down,

don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground.

It's like no matter what I do.

Well I drive you crazy half the time,

the other half I'm only trying to let you know,

that what I feel is true.

And I'm only me when I'm with you.

Happy 19th Birthday.

TK

the week that came from h311

So true.
And I'm super exhausted right now.
So I guess I'll go take a lil' nap first.

AFK.
*One nap and two unproductive days later*

Ahh.
Better.
I think.

The point is,
I had a terrible week.
And I'll share with you all,
just WHAT made my week that terrible.

Let's start with Tuesday.
It was supposed to be a beautiful day.
Classes only started at 10.30.
I had almost the whole morning to goof off.
Who cares about homework, right ?
I mean,
its not everyday you get to be home alone.

FYI, parents went to India for a vacation.
So I'm home alone with my brother.

So I got to chill in an empty apartment for the morning.
Karaoke-ing in the shower at max volume was awesome too.
I didn't notice it was drizzling until I left the house.
I ran across the street to the bus stop and waited.
The rain didn't stop when I got to the bus station.
In fact, the closer I got to my destination,
the more it rained.
I said destination because
I had to get down a block away from the school.
And the stop wasn't sheltered.
I was ready to sacrifice my cardigan.
And thank God I was wearing two hoods.
But the entire process itself didn't go very well.

As soon as I left the bus,
my clothes were all soaked.
I had to run.
But the more I ran, the wetter my shoes got.
Ok well, they're completely soaked.
My bag was shielding my books and iPod.
Thank You Bag.
I love you.
But I must admit,
if I weren't going to school,
and my books, laptop and iPod weren't in my bag.
I would've enjoyed running in the rain.
All that cold air brushing against your face.
Droplets of water on your glasses.
Oh and wet hair.
I luv wet hair.
Ok, getting off topic there.

When I got to school,
it was recess and everyone looks so DRY.
That was the only thing I could think of.
"omg they're dryyyyy."
And there I was looking like a mess.
My cardigan was soaked.
Pants soaked.
Shoes soaked.
It felt a little uncomfortable.
After that, I had to wait outside the lab for class to begin.
And THAT'S when I started to feel the chill.
Mostly because I had to take my wet cardigan off.
Wearing a single layer while its raining in the middle of winter.
NOT the best idea.
When the door opened,
I walked to the back of the classroom where the heater was situated.
Some people were a little surprised by that.
Even my scary Chemistry teacher.
I set my camp.
Took my shoes off.
Took my pants off.
Lay my cardigan on the table.

Surprisingly, everyone said it was a very cold day.
But I barely felt anything.
Even while wearing a single layer.
Yay, running in the rain causes temporary immunity to cold cold weather.
I guess that's sort of an achievement.

Stayed up till 2 to finish my English essay draft.

I know I told myself to be more vigilant
when it comes to taking care of my belongings.
Looks like I've still a long LONG way to go.
So here's what happened.
I was doing my stuff at my locker.
While talking to Miss Fashion,
I accidentally closed my locker and locked it.
And then whoopppsss.
Where are my keys ?
Well, its not in my pockets.
Not in my bag.
So it MUST'VE been inside my locker.
But wait.
Where's my laptop.
(here we go again)
Its still in the computer lab.
So I went back to take it.
Thank God I noticed right away.
Ok,
so crisis partly averted.
But there's still the problem with my locker.
No problem.
I'll just go home and call Mom.
Ask her where the spare keys are.

But we all know I'm not getting off the hook that easily.
"I think I left them in KK."
"Just break the lock."
So there I was,
running around the house at 1am.
(Because its only 10pm in India)
Looking for the spare keys.
Running to the phone.
Raiding my whole room.
I really didn't want to break the lock.
So many sentimental memories T_T

Stayed up till 2 worrying about what to do.

Ok.
So after getting 5 hours worth of sleep for 2 days in a row,
I can't really say I woke up all fresh and ready.
Actually it was quite the opposite.
I overslept a little and BARELY made it to class on time.
And then I slept in class.
After that, I went down to the office
and asked for the gardener to help break my lock open.

*SNAP*
There goes my lock.
That felt almost as bad as having my heart smashed into
a million pieces !
(I treat all my possessions as living things.
Sooooo..... )
It was heartbreaking.
But what happened next might be is worse !
Locker door opened.
NO KEYS.
Super dumbfounded.
I don't know why but my hand suddenly reached into my bag pocket,
and TADA !
My keys were in my pocket ALL.********.ALONG =D
What a great ending....
After that I spent a good ten minutes emo-ing next to my locker.

At that point,
I've pretty much made up my mind
about calling this the worse week ever.
But I was SOOOOO WRONG.
I was supposed to have a little dinner party with some friends.
Two to be exact.
We were gonna make ratatouille.
You know,
the one from the movie Ratatouille ?
For privacy reasons,
I will not disclose exactly what happened.
But here are some keywords that might help with your imagination.

Bell peppers - steak - side dish - boiled potatoes - hot pot -
chopping onions - cracks - annoying kid - chicken fingers -
water - KFC - igniter - wine - hair dryer - French stranger -
extension cords - vacuum cleaner - HAWT - parodies -
mixed herbs - CookieQueen - address - dessert -
YouTube - corridor - power fuse - pray - torch light -
neighbour - WiFi - quiz - tired - tired - TIRED

Yup I think that pretty much sums up the night.
Good luck figuring that out !
I wouldn't say it was TERRIBLY TERRIBLE
(but still terrible to an extent),
but I was left so exhausted when everyone went home.
And I still had to clean !

Went to bed at 2 after sorting out the mess that we made.

Friday.
I TGIF-ed like never before !
I woke up tired.
I slept on the bus.
Barely made it to class.
Slept for an hour in IT,
because no one was doing ANYTHING.
The rest of the day went by relatively quickly.
I got home,
did the dishes,
had McD for dinner.
Fell asleep on my bed....

And with that,
my week from h311 ended.
Well, that AND my super unproductive weekend.
Worst part ?
I didn't get to study A SINGLE BIT for the entire week.
I feel like slapping myself.
Am I slowly burning out ?
*slaps self*
Time to get serious soon !
With studies, I mean.
Maybe I won't be able to blog so much anymore.
Oh wait.
Won't you look at this ?
Another 'wall o text' post.
Ooooopppps guess I got a little carried away.
But nevermind that.
As I was saying,
maybe I'll tune my blogging frequency down a little,
and see how it goes from there.
So until next time.
Hopefully,
this won't turn into the fortnight from h311.
I want tomorrow to be a new beginning. =)


Listening to Clarity - Covered by Michelle Chamuel (by Zedd feat. Foxes)

I had the week that came from hell.

And yes I know that you could tell.

But you're like the net under the ledge,

When I go flying off the edge,

you go flying off as well.

TIRED.

TK 

no more feels ?

Just a short little post.
Ambitions and future aspirations can wait...

It started last Monday.
Well, at least for me it did.
I snapped a little.
I know its not your fault,
but I just can't help it.
I know its no one's fault.
Just mine.
Why did I have to go and think so much ?

I've been waiting week after week.
Every Monday,
I'd wait at the library after school for you.
But ever since the term started,
you had other agendas to attend to.
Its not your fault.
Its my fault.
I was the one who declined your offer to talk.
I wanted to play Mr Nice Guy.

I know you didn't mean it.
In fact,
you didn't do anything wrong.
I was just overthinking things.
And that got me here.
Miserable.

I thought I could let it go.
I thought I did let it go.
But talking to you today made me realise.
Everything has changed.

We used to talk every Monday.
One on one.
You broke barriers and I closed gaps.
It was fun.
I enjoyed our time together.

But today was different.
I know you're feeling under the weather.
But something just didn't feel right.
When you told me about your relative's broken collar bone,
I couldn't care less.
I forced an 'ouch'.
Because I didn't know what to say.

The walls are once again.
We talked.
But I still feel miserable.
I don't feel what I felt before anymore.
And I don't know what to say anymore.
What we have now is but a professional relationship.
You have your work.
And I have mine.

Good bye.
It was nice knowing you,
Jack.


Listening to Something's Gotta Give - OneRepublic

And I can picture it after all these days,

And I know its long gone,

And that magic's not here no more,

And it might be okay,

But I'm not fine at all.

I was there,

I remember it all too well.

Feeling lost.

TK

i wanna i wanna i wanna

Just a random post.
To keep you people entertained.
Provided you still read this blog, that is.
Today,
let's talk 'ambition'.
Every kid has those.
If you don't have one,
you have some serious issues to sort out...
Whether its from becoming a doctor
to creating weapons of mass destruction
to using weapons of mass destruction
to resurrecting zombies and deceased relatives,
(almost) everybody has an ambition(s).

I had some too.
But they were mostly related to my future career.
At first,
I wanted to be an astronaut.
The man in space.
Because space fascinated me to no end.
Mom bought a really big book.
I'd flip to the last page and place it standing.
All the controls are there.
I'd sit in front of it and pretend to be a real astronaut.
Alas,
not everyone can be an astronaut.

But who needs astronauts, right ?
They're useless.
And never used.
Pay must be pretty low.
Pilots are much better !
After all, the sky's the limits.
Until you realize there'll be another 100 people on board.
And you can't take naps.
And you have to eat special meals.
And you have to stare at navigation controls for hours.
Oh, and then comes the glasses.

Let's be realistic now.
First, astronaut.
Now a pilot !?
You're getting way too ahead of yourself.
Having a 'grounded' job is good enough.
So its settled.
I'll be an artist !
Its so easy.
We draw things, get famous, and get rich.
But thank goodness I took Arts in kindergarden.
THAT made me realize,
drawing n TK no mix good.

Journalism ?
Well, maybe.
But I don't really like writing.

So what else do I do ?
And this is where all those dreams come crashing down.
'I'm pretty useless, aren't I ?'
Ok, its settled.
I'll do something really simple.
Something that I know I'm already interested in.
Computery stuff.
I like computers.
And I like stuff.
And the emo computer teacher in school looks cool.
...kinda.
What could go wrong ?
Ummm....
so what's the difference between
Information Technology and Computer Science ?

But wait.
What about copywriting ?
No, I'm not a photocopy machine assistant.
You know,
copywriters design stuff like pamphlets and brochures.
Sounds cool.
Some creative work,
some writing.
And I'm good in English, right ?
So.
IT or Advertising ?

Well,
the IT field seems to be blossoming better.
Plus, I MIGHT just run out of creativity soon.
So....still IT !
But seriously,
what's the difference between
Information Technology and Computer Science ?
Whatever....
But I'm pretty sure now.
Something to do with computers !

Or am(was?) I ?
Its funny.
Because what I wanna do now,
is completely diffeent in every single way possible.
I'm sure those who REALLY stalk me
or know me in RL
would know what I wanna do in uni
(and subsequently, as a career).
But I'll save that for another post.
Which shouldn't take too long...
Hopefully.
Enjoy your weekend !


Listening to I Wanna - The All-American Rejects

You lift my feet off the ground,

spin me around.

You make a crazier, crazier. 

T.G.I.F

TK

shameless =)

Because everyone needs to show off once in a while right ?
If you don't show off,
someone else will do it for you.
Am I right ?
That includes the media.
Or annoying friends.
Trust me,
everyone has one.
I have more than I can count.
Oh wow,
that was mean of me.
Don't worry I'm not talking about you guys.
People who read my blog are NEVER annoying.

Ok,
I sound like I have an overly-inflated ego.
Which is true.
Did you SEE that picture ?
I'm practically on Cloud 9 right now.

Back to the real world,
I know an average of 77% isn't very high.
But it was still awesome.
Just look at that (predicted) ATAR score !
95.65/99.95.
So I'm like smarter than 95.64% of the state XD.
Which means I'm around the 1500th smartest person in the state.
Aww, I'm so honoured.

But that's besides the point.
The point is,
this is probably gonna be (once again),
as good as it gets.
Can I reproduce this kind of results during my actual exams ?
I'm not sure.
But I highly doubt it.
Not only was I super lucky during my first semester exam.
The syllabus load was also halved.
I could give more attention to each topics.
Now I'm not sure can I still handle 375 days worth of school,
all crammed up inside my head.
So, I would like to remember this moment.
I could always repeat Year 12
and try harder next year.
Mom said she wouldn't mind.
OMG Mom,
what hath thou become !?
And as much as I am (kinda) a perfectionist,
I wouldn't wanna waste another year in h311 high school.
Uni life,
here I come !
(My social life in uni is going to depend mostly on
what kinda face I put up on the first day.
Please learn to smile.)

Listening to Taylor Swift Medley - Paradise Fears

The whole place was dressed to the nines,

and we were dancing, dancing.

Dancing like we're 22 !

Immortalisation via blogging.

TK