elfeera, feera, elfie, fie.
a piece of work.
occasionally ditzy.
doesn't bite :)
currently at
The University of Nottingham,
Malaysia Campus.
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feera.
- Ugh, the whole house reeks of durian. Not a very pleasant smell to wake up to every morning, if you ask me. Still love eating them nonetheless.
- Urbanscapes 2009. I had fun (: Although I spent most of my time helping out at Falalaa Pies and Gastro Burger slicing tomatoes and frying burger buns, I had fun. Just remind me to bring more moolah next year. The marketplace had a mind-boggling array of vintage clothes, art deco pieces, funky handmade accessories and adorable shoes. I would have loved to be able to go through everything there, even if it meant walking around under the unforgiving Malaysian afternoon sun. I'm actually thinking of staying on til midnight the next time it rolls around.
- After Eights are yum.
- & so are Krispy Kremes. Mmhmn.
- I've got 10 tickets to the 8tv SHOUT! Awards on the 17th of July. Friday night Fildza and I were at The Curve for dinner and dropped by Laundry since they were having the roadshow (and to catch a glimpse of Caprice, mainly), only to be given free tickets for the awards right at the door. Good night, it was (:
- I still can't believe that Michael Jackson's dead. I can't bring myself to watch all the tributes on tv yet. To me he was just the guy who would live forever. It's weird knowing that he's not gonna make music anymore. Shocking.
- I actually really really REALLY want to watch The Merchants of Bollywood :P
- One week. Or less. Seriously, what do I do?
feera.
Hahahaha!
I still don't know whether to be honoured or disgusted. Thanks Tze Yi xD
feera.
It doesn't get any easier.
Why did you go?
I miss you.
feera.
Had dessert at Zen once we were done exploring. It's a quaint little place, with simplistic decor and furniture. The desserts were all very tempting, but I stuck to the traditional apple crumble a la mode, which, I'm happy to say, didn't disappoint. Shev had a strawberry concoction that was a little too sweet for the both of us, but was lovely nonetheless. From then on our time was filled with long conversations, about love, life and everything in between (:
Let's have another go next week.
feera.
(:
feera.
So what do I choose? To be the one who walks? Or to be the one who watches everything crumble around her?
It's taken me so long to get to this point, and now when I am finally content, everything gets pulled right from under my feet. I wonder sometimes, how is it that I managed to get here? It all comes back to the choices I made. If I had done something else even just a little bit differently, I might not be going through this now. However, I don't think I would've done anything any other way. If I did, I never would have had these experiences, I never would have felt what I did. And for that, I am grateful.
I will never forget.
feera.
Behold, my stash of goodies (: I especially love the chocolate eggs. This particular one had layers of dark chocolate, pralines and caramel coated in a shell of milk and white chocolate. Truly orgasmic. A shame how such divine pleasures come in such small packages. Now I'm just waiting for Nads to come home so we can hit Krispy Kremes together. As you may notice I'm basically going all out to satisfy my sweet tooth. Not that it's a crime or anything. And fyi, I don't eat all these things alone; I've got my limits too! I share, people. Haven't you heard? Sharing is caring (;
Anyhoo's, I'm off to watch Pres. Obama's address to the Muslim world in Cairo after hearing so much about it. I hope he doesn't disappoint.
feera.
Since then my nights have been pretty routine. I've loaded up on DVDs of movies that I've missed since being absent from the real world; either that or curl up in the av room with a flask of lime green tea and the occasional packet of MnMs. Oh, did I mention that the Astro is finally fixed after 8 godforsaken months? I can finally indulge in my guilty pleasure of relentlessly following the lives of the Kardashians, who have been dearly, dearly missed. That aside, I've also started on another one of Jane Austen's works - Northanger Abbey. It's definitely something to keep me company during the day now that I have nothing to do. Which reminds me, I should be out looking for a job instead of bumming around.
But I'm such an awesome bum ):
feera.
I've realised how much I've changed in the past year while I walked through the corridors of my alma mater towards the teacher's room to collect my SPM cert. Walking down the hall reminded me of the days when I used to don the same ghastly orange and blue uniform as my juniors and strut around the school like it was mine. Technically, it was. No one else knew the knooks and crannies of that school like how I used to, and it was the place where I'd spend most of my time after school hours - whether it was for cheerleading practice or to stay back for whatever LEO meetings that were held. Then there was that specific table that I'd go to every break and lunch with my friends. Everyone knew it was ours; no one dared to sit there unless we chose to sit somewhere else. It was a place where I knew I belonged. I know it seems pretty sad, but that's just the plain truth. Then when I went back there just now, it all felt so foreign, like I didn't know if I was still accepted there anymore. There are new kids now to dominate the title of 'seniors', and I could barely recognise any other student there.
It was life telling me that everyone else has moved on, and so should I.
Having said that, I feel that I've lost that old me, the one that was focused, ambitious, and head strong. That old me would have been so disappointed with this current, 'new' me. I've done things I've said I'd never do. I've become more vulnerable. I'm getting agitated with even the littlest things. I've started to take the more important things less seriously. My life now is not what I had expected it to be. Some people will say that it's not my fault. It was life running its course. Fate, even. But the thing is, it was the paths that I have taken that have made me into what I am. Those were my choices. My actions. If I had chosen different routes, there might have been completely contrasting outcomes. If I had made btter choices, and thought of the consequences, then I might have avoided this rut that I'm in.
"Today is the first day of my life." I don't know who had penned down those words, but I'm grateful they did. I'm going to start anew. I'm going to get out of this rut. Watch out, life. I'm coming.
feera.
So it was all just an act.
I've had enough.
feera.
... spring clean my room! :D Not like, on-the-surface, stuff-everything-into-the-cupboards-so-no-one-can-see kind of thing, but actually clean out all the junk in my room that haven't been touched since oh two. I've been procrastinating cleaning out for a while now (a good five years, to be absolutely honest) so I thought, why not do it now when I have all the time in the world? Before it was all about, "Oh, it's PMR lah, must study. Studying is more important." And then SPM rolled around, and then all of a sudden it was already the start of foundation year. I was 'studying' la konon for the past few years. I've finally put that all behind me, kicked procrastination right up its ass and cleaned.
Five trash bags, three recycling boxes, one overflowing laundry bag and six hours later, I came out of a newly organized, squeaky clean room feeling completely beat. Despite being knackered by the end of it, I also felt, surprisingly, in control and immensely proud of myself. I know, its just spring cleaning my room, big deal. But it's true when they say that organizing your personal space is the first step in organizing your life. And it's also true that I've been watching too much Oprah for my own good.
Now with my pad nicely done up, I can focus on more serious matters. Like calling the Astro people to get the bloody decoders fixed since no one else can be bothered to do it, and making vacation plans for the familia. Sabah looks promising. I'd love to hit the islands and the national park and the hot springs. Maybe even go visit our close relatives - the orangutans at Sepilok. The initial plan was to head to Ho Chi Minh for a few days of guilt-free shopping, but due to the whole swine flu outbreak, that got scrapped pretty quickly. So Sabah it is. Not that I'm complaining (;
Talab just left for Dubai ): I'm gonna miss you dude! Get back ASAP for your resits! I don't care El-Kamil, we're going out this summer break.
Campur Chart Goes Live next Thursday and Urbanscapes on the 27th of June! Anyone wanna teman?
feera.