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My 2012 post.

2012-01-11T05:46:00.001-08:00

As Twitter trending topic puts it, it is now "page 11 of 366." I honestly don't understand the book reference, but whatever, i guess.

How did YOU welcome 2012?

Mine was pretty laid back. We had lunch at my aunt's and that was it. I slept before midnight struck, and woke up at midnight because my room has this fabulous view of the KL skyline, so my room was made the main viewing point for the not-so-fabulous fireworks display around KL. After that, back to sleep i went.

No fuss, no big celebration, no getting stuck in traffic.

I don't really make resolutions. Because I know that that is what it will just be. Just resolutions. However, i do have somethings that i want to change in 2012. Hopefully.

Main priority is to look less scruffy. And stop being so careless.

I love looking at pretty people, envying their fashion sense, their looks, all that. I may not say it out loud, but deep down inside, I really want to be like them. Fashionable and pretty. I'll be 23 this year. Already I am dreading my birthday. I want to be able to embrace what is left of the youth within me, before i reach the age where not dressing up is legal.

Here's to having a fabulous 2012. Cheers!

You're magnificent, Mr Dickens.

2011-12-08T17:50:00.000-08:00

So my latest read is Great Expectations, by of course, the one and only Charles Dickens. Classics have never really been my thing. I need to get into momentum to read them. Nevertheless, I have managed to (slowly) read some. Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, The Last Mohican, to name a few. However, to get pass the first page is, oh dear, quite tiresome. Still, I force myself to complete the “task” at hand, to enjoy what is a classic, for future benefit and for the reason that is to compare between modern and classic fiction.

Plus, I take it as a personal accomplishment, to complete a book. That’s how great of a struggle it is, sometimes.

I actually have had Great Expectations book for over a decade, but only now have I been able to muster the strength to read it. Mr.Dickens of course, reminds me of old England. Victorian times. I remember going to some spots in London and having my grandfather and father tell me “This is where Charles Dickens did this, did that.”

As a tribute, and sign of gratitude to the two greatest men of my life, I shall make it a mission to complete the book.

I wish I may, I wish I might.

2011-11-29T20:13:00.000-08:00

There's no doubt that everyone wishes that they are a better version than what the are now. Heck, if my wishes came true, I'd be some trophy daughter that every parent would kill for. I'd be that hot-finshing school quality-pretty girl that everyone wants to be.

To be frank, I have loathed myself for many many years for not being that "perfect" person. But along the way, after several (many) ups and downs, I have learnt to accept and be happy. Not settle. I am not settling. But just, you know, accepting it and be happy.

There are a gazillion things that I wish i am right now. Some of which I am working towards, because I know that I can do it. Some, really need time.

I have always wished that I am better at words. Being able to write/blog comically. Maybe not comically. Just, you know, better with words. Have a vast vocabulary. A wide spread of the beautiful language that is English. I read some blogs, articles and envy that these people have such a "fun" vocabulary. And witty too. Yes, I'd like to be witty, without being portrayed as stupid.

I have always wished that I am more informed about things. Especially on general knowledge. I'd like to be the "informer" rather than "informant" for once. I admire my father, my grandfather a lot because they have such wide perspective on things and know almost about everything. To be this, to achieve that level of knowledge, I obviously have to be more open minded. I cannot limit myself to just "things that i know."

It would be really great if I have better English and French too. Seriously. My level of English is just sad. And my French is, oh well, let's not go there. I always lose confidence in that department. The language department. One of the reasons why I created this blog, is to blog again. In English, hopefully. So that I can experiment and explore more. It also doesn't quite help that we speak Malay mostly here, at work. Sometimes i feel suffocated. However, when someone speaks English to me, or to anybody, and the pronunciations and grammar's all wrong, I feel like every particle in my ear is exploding. Yes, I am that bad.

Ultimately, I wish that I can bring out the Blair Waldorf-slash- Serena Van Der Woodsen within me.

Oh well. Here's to our wishes coming true. Cheers.

Well, what are your wishes?

Can't run away from the truth.

2011-11-21T05:49:00.000-08:00

I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.
- Ingrid Bergman

brilliantly masked, i would say.

Greetings.

2011-11-18T02:30:00.000-08:00

Greetings, my young padawan(s).

After years and years of not blogging, I have finally decided to blog again. Or actually, I have decided to OWN a blog again. As much fun as Twitter is, 140 characters is simply not enough to express myself. And due to the insufficiency, I tend to suffer from "word vomit."

Well, here's to hoping that this blog wont collect dust (again ).

Cheers :)

this is what happens when you're just plain bored.