Tale of the Unwritten

Twice now. Once again another similar nightmare. I can't put my finger on what I did to make myself earn this. I can't put blame on my Holy Bible either. It's not it. The nightmares were there before I even bought the book.

I was figuring out just about how I could explain it to anybody. Is it even normal for one to have repeated dreams? Is it supposed to carry a sign? But what could it be? I’m not proud to be a disloyal Christian and having these frightful nightmares at times made me wonder if it has anything to do with religion.

I mean, one of those I could remember began with...

'...the vivid picture given was of me running down flights of stairs, trying to reach the stable ground of humanity, but I have to pass through a spiritual realm, where disturbed spirits were walking the grounds, pushing me off guard, misleading my faith and calling me to follow them. I couldn’t tell if this was God calling me, or was it Him putting me to test to see whether I could still believe in Him while surviving that menace He threw upon me. I fear at one point, that I might not even make it out of this dream. What if I die in my own disregarded dream?

I remembered saying a prayer as those flights of stairs I downed endlessly. I said the Our Father. I sang it. But then, I scared myself when towards the end of the prayer, I’ve forgotten the lines. I was unable to complete my sentence, my prayer and there and then my faith shook. But also I recalled, I put my foot down to steady and rebuilt my belief. It wasn’t right, I had told myself. Then, there was this clear picture again, that was there in the last dream God knows when – I was in the spiritual realm where there was only a narrow pathway for us to walk and the rest was water with the dead swimming in it and burned grounds which I dare not step onto. And again, the big black round stone was sitting in the way of our path and no more stairs were to be seen. We were still supposed to walk down. Captivated by fear, we then noted that in the far west, we could see the broken down dungeon, the sounds of screams of deaths penetrated our ears and the scratch of the metal ball with the gruesome floor echoed in the distance. How was it that from the top of an old flat apartment floor, lead us here through a fire exit. What was the significance? And I woke up.'

That wasn't all. There were others. Sometimes it scares me, sometimes it amuses me, sometimes I feel used; I needed to write it all down when I can remember them.

'I was running. Around the church if I wasn't wrong. There were the familiar pebbles on the side walls below its black grills. However it didn't feel like the church. The mood was goth-like and there was a roof above us. It wasn't supposed to cave us like that. We were not prisoners, we were supposed to walk free.

Then I realised. I had a veil on my head. I could see the hood falling right above my forehead - it wasn't too clear. Maybe it was just my imagination in a dream. The crowd was buzzing, in and out through the entrance as I got closer. They went with me, and they went against me. I was looking for someone, Daryl. I was meant to surprise him, he didn't know I was home - was it home now? At the end of the alley, I finally reached the entrance and there I saw 2 familiar women. One smiled at me and hugged me and the other was startled to see me. And that's when I made a turn and he walked passed me. His uncharactered face, slunting walk and poster figure - passed me as if I wasn't just standing there awaiting him. I don't know if it was what I wanted to see or whether he really did looked at me for less than a second before he was swallowed by the congregation in the church. I remembered smiling, and was satisfied, and was ready to walk away. But before I could, he walked out of the church with a shocked expression and he scurried to hug me.
"Surprise, surprise" was all I said to him. I couldn't remember if I was on the verge of tears or not.

I just knew at that moment, the significance was the red pen in my hand.

And I woke up.

But dozing once more, remembering how it felt with him in my arms, it was a different dream that came to me.

There was a bed outside this white Semi-D. Right outside its brownish gate. Queen sized bed. I was laying on it, seemingly asleep. But I awoke then, leaving my purse by the side of its comfortable pillow, slipping my feet into my blue sneakers, I walked into the garage of the house. The doors were closed. Everything was except the outside gate. There was only the sound of wind and tinsy bit of cricketing around the area. Beneath the window was a bench, and there I sat waiting for something, or someone rather. I didn't know.

Then I heard the front door open, and there was this wooden plank sound against the cemented floor. It was like a KHUNK, and then followed by the sound of the slipper, and another KHUNK, then the slipper. I bend forward to get a view on my left and there was this man; one of his legs was a rod. Not literally, just that it was amputated from knee down and it was replaced with some wood-ish stuff. He walked out, to the bed I was sleeping on. In the dream, my heart was beating, I was thanking God that I left the bed. I felt that he was a harmful man. Then I saw him picked up my purse, and his head quickly turned at where I was sitting at the bench. My chest was pounding then, I didn't think quick enough that he might see me sitting there. It was after all his house. He made a dash for me and he was real fast for a one-leged man. I was frightened, I dashed as well. Out through the other gate while he chased after me.

I was crying, and running away - it became a blur. I sped so fast, not thinking where to go and when to stop, not looking back. I remembered taking a right turn and my shoe came off on one side. Up till the end of the street, to another intersection up ahead and finally I stopped and sat by the drain side for a breather. While doing so, my head was looking around for that man. He wasn't around anymore. Was he even chasing after me? Good Lord. I glanced once more and my eyes just stopped at the sight of an unfinished building. I could've sworn it wasn't there earlier. It really wasn't. Inside its darkness, there was a slight glow, some sort of a white light and there was a red heart shaped stuff as well. One moment it brightens, the next it fades. As if it was calling for me. But I was too focused on gasping for air, I couldn't give two shits about it. For all I know, it could be my eyes playing games with me since I was kind of seeing stars from the running.

Then a little boy tapped on my shoulder.
"You must come back" he said, eyes piercing deeply into mine. He felt unreal, but he could touch me. He wasn't fiction. "They need you, you must come back" and he pointed at the undone building, directly at the white light that still seemed to be there. The whole scenario was gulping me down. It was like deja vu when the boy hugged me - the building, the yellow-orange plastic tricycle, the light, the heart. What is it?!'

I couldn't decide, and I felt lost. I never lost faith completely, just usually a little doubt. But somehow, these nightmares got me thinking to search out for what He wants me to do. That's why I bought the Holy Bible. To read for guidance, to read to understand. I was judged for it; but I never took harsh comments seriously. It's not something I would believe if I know my reasons to my actions.

I don't have much questions, but it comes while I read. But the questions are not in forms of words, they come through feeling. Like there's so many question marks being scratched out in my soul, but actually no questions, just the questions marks.

And the strange becomes stranger when the nightmares took a different turn once I started reading. The first dream wasn't too bad I guess. It was more like a movie.

'It looked as if we were working for the CIA - me, mum, dad. I remembered only at one point, I was being burnt. It was an open field. Something that looked like the field behind the block of my high school, only it had higher grounds. I was crouching, a gun in hand, aiming at a person at the other end of the field. We were flawless, careful but suddenly I was on the ground, injured. The next thing I know, I felt my skin sizzling beneath me. There was fire. Like charcoal my arm became. It burned, turned orange, then black, then it began falling piece by piece like charcoal in fire. I knew I was dreaming. In reality, I could feel the soft bedsheet beneath my skin, I could feel my hair splayed out on the pillow, but I couldn't open my eyes. I was squirming in bed, struggling to wake up. My mind was half on earth, half in my dream. I was burning in my dream, but I was squirming in bed. That was really disturbing. And eventually, I woke up.

But from the tire, I slept back off, and the dream where my parents and I, we were in the elevator, with this man in a full suit carrying a suitcase. He looked important, he looked dangerous. There was a conversation going on but it's a blur now. All I knew was we were supposed to get away from this man. So when the elevator doors part open, I saw my parents dashed out quickly, and this man raced after them, but I just stood there, and took the ride down. My dad's phone was with me, I didn't know why. For a minute I was relaxing, and then I was panicking, wishing the damn thing would go any faster. Once out, I saw my parents waiting with frown lines, they waved for me to hurry. I ran, then we ran, ran for the car up the hill. They were yelling at me, vulgars of worries to how I shouldn't be risking my life back there. The man could've killed me. But when we got away from it all, the whole dream just ended with a humour that dad wanted to buy a private jet plane.'

What are my dreams telling me? It's driving me insane! And just last night, it got freakier. My roommate said she woke up finding my hand up in the air, moving a lot. She should've woke up. It wasn't a pleasant nightmare. It was the same nightmare, I just don't remember from which sleep...

'#172, room 212. That was the address. I didn't know where I was but my cousins were with me - Christopher and Steven. As to why they were there, I don't even know. We were running - yes, running again. It's like a bloody marathon - away from bunch of kids? Adults? Uncertainty. The road was clear, skies were grey, there were bumps to avoid, to jump from. Until we reached the corner - out of no where mum came out from hiding, she was with a sign. A blue sign with white numbers sprayed on it. "172" it wrote largely and with the sign mum motioned to my right and that's where we took a turn to run into. It was then the bunch of kids/adults weren't chasing us anymore. The havoc was gone. It was silent, where all we could hear was the thumping of our heartbeats and our footsteps. The area of the building we entered felt isolated. It was like living things weren't meant to step foot on its grounds. Me and my cousins made a round of the perimeter, there was no where else to go. A large building which goes only around, and had one entrance. So we entered to search, but everything was ruined, and dusty and just broken apart. And it wasn't the ground floor on the ground floor. It was the eighth floor, on the ground floor. It was really strange. Then we found stairs at another corner of the building. Doors just seem to pop out of nowhere. It's said so because we didn't see that door earlier. There was nothing but the entrance door and suddenly there's the stairs door? But maybe we missed it.

The stairs were these beautiful yet old wood, arranged plank by plank, with the shadows of darkness peeking in between the holes. The wood creaked beneath us. Reaching the top, my cousins took the right hallway, I was going to the left when a woman walked out of the door and by accident she kicked off one slipper. Being nice, I walked down to get it for her. The shadows were creeping me out, felt like I was being watched. And when I went to hand back the slipper, she had a child with her. I noticed how their faces don't seem to be smiling. It was very...lifeless. Uncharactered. She thanked me, but it felt like she didn't.

I shrugged off the emotion creeping up my spine. This wasn't the time to freak out. I knew what I was up against in this dream. I knew it was something bad. I KNEW. I went on to search the left hallway then, but it wasn't much of a hallway. Shortly ahead, there was a thin white curtain draped from the ceiling. As if beyond it was a living room. I could hear the television, but there wasn't any sound of life. Some sort of breeze was blowing the curtain, allowing to to sashay, but no wind touched my skin.

I passed the curtain and was startled by the stoning sideview of an old lady's face on my left. She was trained on the television. There were kids too, some just focusing on the show, some were eyeing me.
"Hi..." I voiced, feeling uneasy. How was it possible to have a living room out in a hallway? On the second floor. Where were the rooms? "I'm looking for room 212?"

The old lady's head turned sudddenly, facing me and the television just went static. Her face was pale and unmoving. Her eyes didn't blink and they were abnormal. They were completely blue. It was as if they were blue pearls, only I didn't find them attractive, I find them scary as hell.
"Over here!" I heard Steven's voice called out on the right hallway when I was just making my way there. I walked in a fast pace but suddenly there was weight rested upon me. The presence in the building was very VERY heavy. I tried muttering a prayer but my mouth was being shut up. My tongue was frozen, my lips unmoving. I forced myself to speak, to keep going with the prayer. It's not time to give up. I kept going, in my heart, in my mind.
"Father Lord, I pray upon myself and upon the deal before me, I pray for Your blessings be shed in here, for Your guidance and protection..." my mouth was frozen. I fought it. "Our Father in heaven, Holy be Your name..." SHUT.

I attempted a yell, I couldn't. My ears felt blocked and greasy. My shoulders and body felt weight being given.
"In the name of Je-..." SHUT. "OH MY GOD!!!" I belted out and that's when the doors began opening fiercely and Steven's voice appeared. He walked out from the left room.
"212" he pointed ahead of him.

I walked in and it was bright. There was a television set, a chair and on it she sat. I couldn't remember if she was brunette or blonde. I knew her. But I don't know her. She smiled and her pretty faced sent shivers in me.
"May God bless you and protect you child. May this demon within you, LEAVE. In the name of Jesus, I nngggggghhhh..." SHUT.

I closed my eyes and did the sign of the cross. It was a struggle to even do so. I knelt down and prayed out loud - trying to at least.
"Our Father in heaven, nnnnngghhhhhnnnnn, Your nngghhhhh come, Your will be done, on nngggrrrhhhggg annghh unnn...on earth ngg as...unnghh..it is..in ngghh...heaven"

The girl laughed and her white eyes trained on me.

I became enraged and signalled the sign of the cross before her face. It wasn't a good thing for her I think as her face suddenly turned bitter.
"What did you just do?" she growled.
"The sign of the cross. Father will bless you. His will be done-"
"What did you do?!" it was louder now. I didn't know what came to me but I stood up and placed my right hand a top her head and finished my prayers in silence. The Our Father, the Hail Mary, the Glory Be.

She struggled, she couldn't touch me. Half way in my prayers, my dad walked in. His eyes were on me at first, then he saw the girl. I told him to get out, it was a demon. Why was he even there in the first place? When I was done, I let go and backed away. The girl was angered. She was speaking a different language. It seemed vulgar. I backed away, and from the door there were people coming in. Some were holding guns, some were with a rosary.

WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?
#172, room 212.

Then I woke up'

The worst thing to say is that i've only read up to Chapter 10 of Genesis and these are the nightmares i'm having. Would I manage the whole book?

"Yellow for Endo" - World Endometriosis Awareness

This post is specially dedicated to my roommate; my bestfriend; my sister. I'll get you as much supporters as I can and show you that you're not alone. In fact, you're never alone. I'm here, God's with you, and so is the rest of the world. So never ever give up on yourself as I promise you i'm always gonna be there for you; when i'm away, my prayers are there; when i'm with you, my strength is for you; when i'm gone, my spirit would most probably be around to guide you. ;)


"Yellow for Endo" is an effort to raise awareness for women fighting with endometriosis. The month of March is dedicated to raise worldwide awareness about this condition.

For the entire day on the 1st of March 2012, WEAR a yellow t-shirt/dress/anything in yellow to show your support and care towards patients of this problem.

Endometriosis affects an estimated 176 million women worldwide regardless of their ethnic and social background. Many remain undiagnosed and are therefore not treated.

Endometriosis is a condition where tissue similar to the lining of the uterus (the endometrial stroma and glands, which should only be located inside the uterus) is found elsewhere in the body. The body experiences abnormal growth of cells which results in lesions on the ovaries, the fallopian tubes, on the pelvic side-wall (peritoneum), the uterosacral ligaments,the cul-de-sac, the rectal-vaginal septum, on the bladder, on the bowel, on the intestines, colon, appendix, and rectum.

The most common symptom of endometriosis is pelvic pain. For many women, the pain of endometriosis is so severe and debilitating that it impacts their lives in significant ways.

Any woman can be diagnosed with this medical issue and though one possibly may not die from it, they live the rest of their lives in excruciating pain all the time.

If you, or someone you care about, has endometriosis, it is important to research the disease as much as possible.

"Yellow for Endo" is to show that though we may not exactly understand what the person having this problem is going through, we are here to support them and uplift their fighting spirit.

This is the link to join the awareness.

http://www.facebook.com/events/251326808270528/#!/events/251326808270528/

Support is all these fighters need. SUPPORT. We all have a heart, share a piece of fighting spirit with them. ;) They need it; believe it or not. Spread the word for support for the endometriosis fighters!

Merry Christmas & I'm Coming Home Baby!

GOOD LORD. I'm coming home tomorrow! :DDDDD What delight I have in my chest right now. Though I might miss - okay fine, WILL miss my buddies here - I think this year's been too long gone from home and family and old friends that I feel I must celebrate it back home this time. Hehehehe. Maybe next year, when I do my degree, i'll have Christmas here. xD

ANYWAYS! Time to bug Daryl in Facebook. Hope he comes tomorrow. :D I miss him!

dream a little dream of us

Who could possibly tell if it was a good sign or a bad sign if one were to dream of something futuristic? Some may say it depends on the content of it, some may say it's a God sent message to reach it, yet the mind is in daze of the wonder of such dream that brought so much glee in the heart and soul.

Perhaps it's because I love you much and perhaps it's that "one day" thing that I try to think less of so it would actually come true; I wouldn't know. All I felt in it was love, happiness and it felt so right.

So it was last night's dream that made it so impossible for me to tell you because I might be shy to admit the fact that I loved it, because it's so unexpected for a girl who's never even thought about the issue and maybe because I want it to actually happen someday? :$ I'm sorry i'm a sucker for love Sweety. Hehe.

Okay, it started casually, it was at my grandmother's old house, something stupid that I can't recall; there wasn't me and you yet. It was me and somebody else. I know I was looking drenched and tired and I was so busy with things. I was taking in the clothes as the rain drizzled down. And the next thing I remember was people were dressing me up, preparing me for something I, the dreamer, couldn't quite click into mind. Then the vision just dashed me off to a bombastic huge hall, there were sooooo many people in there and I was standing - in a beautiful white gown, wearing comfortable heels, smiling so widely, my arm was linked in yours. As for you, you were suited up in a handsome tuxedo, your face was glowing as mine was as well. Your eyes were trained on me, just as how the crowd's eyes were on me. It was the most magnificent feeling to stand by you, with God knows how many people were there as witness to this bright - golden, white, red - matrimonial ceremony of us. Yes sweetheart, that's why it's special - it's our wedding.

It was very strange though that in the dream, I refused to choose my father to walk down the aisle with me. I wanted you by my side as I walked down, it seemed that I didn't want my man to wait for my arrival by the altar, rather I want him with me, stand by me, entering this new world with me. And it was a very new experience where I, as the bride, was given so much compliment on how beautiful I looked, how tears were shed that I don't look like me, how it's amazing a plain and simple girl could be glowing in her fair gown, glitter like an expensive material as the colour gold of the setting compliments her smile and she just looks happy beside her soon to be husband.

Flowers were sprinkled above us as we passed the roaring crowd, I see my friends, I see your friends, our families, you squeezed my hand when we were nearing the altar. When reaching the steps, you let go of me and the overwhelming feeling of having you as mine soon made me stutter in breath. While I climbed the steps up the altar, once again I was complimented on beauty, on amazement and there and then, you took my hand again and for some reason I felt safe and loved. I turned to look at the crowd and I was embraced with reality, shocking my system that i'm about to begin a new life with you. It was hard to imagine the life we had before at that moment.

We were then seated by the side after the ceremony, gifts were being placed in the front. We had piles of it - quite unbelievable. Our wedding seemed so poshed and gay. It's funny how when I reflected on our conversation of marriage, I remembered telling you I only wanted something simple but you wanted it big and eventful. Lol. But maybe, something like this dream might be a dream come true. As the crowd watched us sitting together on the altar side, while gifts were slowly being placed on the creatively decorated table, I held your hand, remembering how these hands used to be just normal lovers, and comparing them to the present dream. Then you started kissing my hand like you always do. I guess at that time I was too overwhelmed to say anything, so I just leaned on your shoulder.

At that moment, I closed my eyes, everything was dark and passionate, and when I opened them, I appeared in another room. I was sitting facing the dressing table. My reflection was staring back at me and my hair was no more mounted with the veil, my make up was lighter now as it was wiped off and I wasn't in my gown. I then started to wonder what happened to the bright and happy wedding. On my right was the toilet door and it was partially open. I was still wondering and questioning myself, was I dreaming only? Did the wedding not happen?

Then only I heard your voice coming from the toilet calling me "Asawa" which then sent bolts of joy down my body. I pushed the door open to see whether it's really you, and yes I saw you and you smiled at me. I kept staring until you came over to kiss me gently. Once again, I felt as if everything was right. I've got you, your scent, your touch and your love. I couldn't remember what you said before you kissed me again and that's when the dream ended. Sadly, it ended and I woke up smiling and wondering where I was. Until it clicked to me that i'm currently an 18 year old student, dating you who appeared to be across South China Sea, and so far so good, i'm in love with you. The amount of joy in my heart this morning was undescribable but questions of losing you were taunting my mind. What if this dream was a bad sign. :/ I pray not and i'll keep having faith.

Hence, finally I have a dream of my own wedding. Perhaps this not much of a girl your dating, could finally be a girl in some ways. :)

WHOA.

My gawd! I haven't login here in a baggillion years! :O

Anyways, i think i left my blog hanging at the episode where i was back home, but well, i'm back in KL for a month now and good memories were made from my last trip. :D and i'll leave it to that. HEHEHEHE.

And here i am today, night actually, WORRYING LIKE CRAP, over the fact that i'm now blogging instead of studying for next week's finals. :O YEAH. I DID SAY NEXT WEEK. Damn girl, it felt like just yesterday that i started college. And here we are, FINALS. *fretting and frowning* it seems to be an easy thing to think about at times, but then the issue of FAILING just drowns the positive lifestyle. It's killing me how i cant be myself!! It's a while different feeling from SPM or rather PMR. I can't be still! I can't really focus. I don't blame anyone in particular for that because i do make an effort to concentrate. I put away Facebook, i put away Daryl when im studying, i try to forget about food when i'm stressed and all i want to do is read and not sleep. THAT'S RARE! Haiz.

Lord help me. World pray for me. Me, HELP MYSELF. -.-

Well, i gotta go release some stress now by playing a little bit of pool. :D then maybe chat a while with my darling and then go to bed, and wake up later for studies.

I WANT CHRISTMAS NOW.

IM HOME! :3

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~ I'm back home in Kuching and having a blast? :D I wouldn't know yet. So far so good, met my church buddies last night and will be meeting Sweets for lunch today! HEHEHEHHE.

Nervous. O.O"

Toodles!

Penang! :D

Okay. I can swear to God I was the most excited gal to go on a bus trip to Penang. :DDDDD

Our trip fell on the dates 15th to 17th of July 2o11. EPIC SHIT. There's me (Janine Kimura), Reen Khan, Alvin Chacko, Dom Gomez and Brandon Tan! HEHEHEHE.

The night before the trip, the boys went to sleep over at Dom's place. Blardy hell, they went out on a food fest without us girls. =.= *smacks Dom* Reen and I are busy at her house, finalizing our packs. You know us, we don't wanna forget anything. Unlike the boys, AT LEAST WE BROUGHT TOOTHPASTE. xD And as the night wear off, they all slept and I was the last person up. If I wasn't mistaken, I slept off at 2.30am. :O Excited much? Weeeeeeeeeeee~

And then morning came to rise! :DD Reen walked in the room waking me up before my alarn even rang! ==" I still remebered how I told her, "It's not even 5.30 yet! Let my alarm ring lah. I wanna sleep..." but in my head, i'm like "Ring alarm. Ring!! Ring!! I wanna go Penang NOW!". HAHAHAHA. Yeah, once it rang, I bounced out of bed, texted suummbooodeeeeeeee. ^^ then showered, and pack up nicely. :D

I liked what I wore that morning. Reminds me of my old self. Y'know, the simple wear, gangster style but still a little feminine (shit, i dunno how to spell), and sneakers baby! :D Yeehaw! And we're off to Chorus Hotel...

It was so cold when we arrived there. It got colder when it started to rain heavily. I was cursing my ass off as I shivered in the lobby of the hotel waiting for the boys - such princess' they were, took such a long time to make up or rather make OUT at home - to come so we could board the bus already. LOL. I even manages to fall asleep on the couch while waiting and Reen just went for a number of toilet moments. I think she loves it or something. :P Eventually, the girls (BOYS) came in their ballerina outfit and we board the bus!! The rain was pouring like shit man. We got soaked and was feeling cold again in the bus ride. Haiz..

Our bus was to leave by 9.30am and when we're inside, we expected it to be cool and fancy like what we saw in the blog, but bullshit weyh. It was like every normal bus and I couldn't even watch TV! =.= But thank God I could be satisfied with the classic music they had on the chair audio. xD It was soooo COOL! But again, the sucky part came, the food was disgusting! *shudders* The only nice tasting thing in it was the egg, and it was smaller than my thumb! Blady hell.

But of course, Brandon the life saver, and probably credits to the other boys, they got junk food. And I chewed on some of it. I liked the pringles but the damn camel had to eat it off by himself! Yeah. Then we got the chocolate cookies thingy, Alvin ate that off though. And Dom also. xD

4 hours plus plus later...

WE'RE ALMOST AT PENANG! PENANG! Everyone woke up, excited to see the bridge. But heck, such a spoiler because of the haze, so we can't see the view. Pffth!! Then we arrived!!! AND THERE'S J.CO'S NEXT TO THE STATION!! And soo...

We went to eat. Damn delicious weyh. T.T I want it NOW! Eff you Alvin.

Yah, then the time became draggy coz we had to wait for Brandon's friends to come pick us up, and when they did, THEY ALMOST KILLED US WITH THEIR DRIVING WEYH. The most epic moment during that death experience was when I heard Brandon screamed for his life. Hahahahahahaha. This dude who insisted we called him "Handsome" drove out of a junction looking on the left side and a bus was swerving from the right side, so when Brandon saw he went "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and his friend quickly sped off avoiding the on the verge of death crash. ROFLMAO!

Eventually, we reached the hotel, put our stuff in, then set off for some nice tea time. DAMN HUNGRY. We had Tanduri!!! (I think that's how it's spelt. LOL) And then, we went to ze beaccchhhh!! MUAHAHAHAHA. Had so much fun, especially watching Dom make a horse out of himself, watch Alvin trying to be macho but scared of being hit by me, and Reen...well, supermodel wannabe? HAHAHAHAHAHA. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

There and then, we decided to watch the sunset, but ended up NOT watching it coz the sun took so damn long to set. It was like 7pm! AND IT'S STILL UP IN THE SKY! Fulamak man. Tsk3. :P Oh oh! And moment of epicness came!! DOM WAS RUNNING AWAY FROM TSUNAMI! Bahahahahahahaha!!

And another moment of epicness! Dom found his dick on the seashore. :D

Hell yeah.

Unfortunately, Brandon didn't join us on this. But I'm sure he had fun with his family and friends too. :) I hope he did though. Yes Bwandy? xDD Which meant, we didn't get to go to Gurnea also. SOBS. I would love to whack Brandon's head off for this, because my main objective in Penang was to taste the Fried Kuey Tiaw there, since Alvin made it seem like the must eat food before you die. =.= And it was ruined. But I'm nicer to Brandon rather than Alvin, so I didn't kill him. Yeah, we were all pissed for a while, but eventually, we figured our way to satisfy ourself.

We had the beach, the pool, the room, outside food, and well...MY CAMERA. Muahahahahahaha. That's damn epic enough for me. xD

Yeah, as we watched the sunset, we took lotsa nice pictures. Mostly of hillarious and idiotic shit from Dom, gay faces from Alvin, Reen puffy hair and well, my annoyance. xD BUT. The sun never seem to set. According to Reen, "It's like a light bulb, it just switched off!" :O Stoooooopid.

THEN NIGHT CAME. A vow to ourselves, "We won't sleep at all tonight". Which of course, NEVER happened. HAHAHAH. We spent the whole night talking rubbish, me trying not to kill Dom who was enjoying himself on MY bed, spreading his dirt on MY bed, and making himself comfortable on MY bed. =.= While, I was on the small couch which would totally fit him. LOL. Chill Dom, I'm not mad. I wanted to take over the TV anyways. HEHEHE. And be able to throw coke bottle at you while you were under the covers. :D Had fun, we had food feast in the room. Bough Satay, Fried Kuey Tiaw, Pizza, Fried Chicken, Burgers, Muffins, Drinks...and...I can't quite remember anymore. :P The Kuey Tiaw was like FIRE!! -.- So damn spicy. Then, the Satay tasted like shit. Chicken was too filling I couldn't finish mine. But the muffin was yummy, except it's dry. My burger....well, i ate half of it and I couldn't take it anymore. I was on the verge of throwing up on Dom. LMAO.

Oh, not to leave out the fact that Dom got raped by Alvin and Reen. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. The poor fellow. (Well, not really. He won't stop neighing! Thank God he didn't leave prints on the wall. They were WILD) :O

Then I wanted to take a walk at the beach top. It was so dark, I was almost scared but The fear wear off coz it was so cool to hear the waves at night. It felt like paradise. Excluding mosquitos and ants being annoying. I just didn't want to leave. Haiz...Penang...

Yeah, then...4am plus plus..*yawns* *sleep walking* *Dom snuggled up in MY bed* *Reen & Alvin...well...Reen & Alvin* And then, everyone decided to sleep off for maybe an hour or two. We were to be out on the beach by 6am. xD

BUT WE DIDN'T WAKE UP AND THE SUN WAS UP WHEN EYES WERE ALL OPENED.
Me: *open eyes* OH SHIT.
Reen: HMM? *giggles* we didn't wake up.
Me: Damn...I wonder if the boys are awake. *still wanna sleep*
Reen: Time to get up. Breakfast.
Me: *groans*

Uhuh. We missed sunrise. Damn epic. LOL.

So we treated our wounds breakfast instead. And by the top railing, we could see the beach, it was beautiful in the morning. And cold. HEHEHE. And I can't remember who got all excited to jump in the pool. It definitely wasn't me. All I wanted to do was snap photos. xD And I snapped a handful of 'em. *giggles*

AND FINALLY THE MOMENT OF TRUTH CAME.

We went to the beach, and Janine Kimura decided to put down her camera so she could play waves. :D SO FUN. Funniest scene would be...
Me: Big wave!! *turns around*
Reen and Alvin: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
Dom: *concentrating, don't fall!*

*WAVE SMASH*
Me: *fall from impact*
Reen: *slides with the wave*
Alvin: HAHAHAHA. Reen! *takes both her hands to pull her up*
Dom: *offers me a hand up*

*ANOTHER WAVE SMASH*
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *looking at Reen floating about like a starfish* HAHAHAHAHAHA!! *looking at Dom, who fell coz I pulled him* HAHAHAHAHA
Dom: So much for being my anchor!
Alvin: Look at Reen! Get up lah! Before another wave comes!
Reen: *laughing in slat water. bloop. bloop* HAHAHAHAHA.

TEEHEE! What lah...

Sadly, I couldn't snap ANY photos of these. Why is it when I'm not holding my camera, epicness had to come along? Hiisshhh.

After our little fun, we went for lunch together. I think. I can't remember. HAHAHA. Then Brandon came!! He wanted to go swimming, but then they didn't tell me when he went, so I missed it. :( I was having alone time with my camera, at the beach, watching the sunset. xDDDDDDDDDD THIS TIME. IT SET. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I'm totally awesome. The only sad part is that, from the beach we were at, I couldn't see it set in the horizon. Sobness.

But before I left for my alone time. The whole group of us were hanging about in the hotel room. Not just us friends, but sooner Reen's parents and Robert joined us. We were talking and talking and talking then suddenly...

Reen's Dad (Uncle): *sits on Dom's bed and started sniffing annoyingly* What's that smell? *stands up and glares accusingly at everyone*
Me: Huh? What smell? *blurr*
Dom and Alvin: What is it?
Me: *looking at Reen at the balcony. she's not looking inside, and seem to be giggling* *light bulb, the fake shit* xD
Uncle: Omg. Who shit over there? *points at the corner of Dom's bed*
Dom: OH SHIT!
Alvin: OH MY GAWD. DOM! NOT AGAIN!
Dom: Eyh!! NOT ME!! I SWEAR UNCLE IT'S NOT ME!
Uncle: Then who could have possibly done it? *angry* Stinks like Indian Shit.
Me: *laughs* What?! *crawls out of bed to look* oohh mmyyy gooooooddd. *looks at Reen, she's goggling*
Reen's Mum (Aunty): Maybe Janine had to dump.
Me: AUNTY! NO! *clutched my ass* I wouldn't!
Dom: OH SHIT WEYH. ALVIN. I SERIOUSLY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. *panics*
Uncle: My God. *bends down, picks up the shit and throw at Dom*
Dom: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

And everyone just BURST TO TEARS LAUGHING THEIR ASS OFF. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! THEY THOUGHT IT WAS REAL SHIT!! xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Kesian the boys. Then the story of Buddha's shit came to place. I can't quite put my finger on the story, but if Alvin's willing to tell, he shall post it in the comments. HEHE.

We tried to trick Robert, but he didn't fall for it though. He knew immediately that it was fake shit. :P Uncle did the same trick on Reen's cousin that night. Only this time, we were ALL in the reception area, having a smooth talk. Until they walked in from dinner. All elderly were sitting and we youngsters stood by listening. Then Reen came rushing to my ear saying, "My dad's gonna pull the shit trick". I looked at Alvin, he was already walking off coz he couldn't contain his laugh. And I stood there, and watched.

Uncle: Holy shit. What's that smell.
Guy: Oh my God. That's shit.
Uncle: YEAH.
Girl: Oh God. Ew.
Uncle: Is that your shit? Did you put a dump here?
Guy: Nawh! *laughs* Just leave it.
Uncle: What do you mean leave it? Call room service?
Guy and Girl: *looks at the shit*
Uncle: Ahhh. Nevermind. *picks up shit and threw it at the girl*
Girl: *SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS!*

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. What a funny sight. The whole reception stopped their worked to see us laughing and screaming and laughing and almost falling off our chairs and feet. :P

Ahh. Moments. :)

Then, we went to get dinner, which was not much this time coz we were not in the mood for a feast anymore, and well, I was only up to eating mee cup, and non-stop bickering with Dom. Don't know why he's such a piece of shit and a brat, and a baby, I wanna kill you Dom!! I think I did that like a billion times infinity in my head already! :O xD Then we watched TV, and I went back to my room, with the intention of bathing, loading the pics, and going back to the boy's room. But I ended up sleeping off instead. The damn bed was calling I guess. HEHEHE. Soft, and cold and comfy. I even ignored Daryl coz of the bed. :P Woopsie. <3

And morning came along. Rise and shine. We were set to see the sun rise. :D

Surprising eh? That we actually woke up? The rising was peaceful, not as beautiful as I expected, but peaceful. :) Had our last moments at the beach. Then we had to get ready for check out. :( WE DIDN'T WANNA LEAVE. *sniffs*

But yeah. We had to say goodbye to Penang...

Memories:

:) We shall come back. Loves.

new routine

Phew! Mock's coming soon! Exam's coming soon! IMMA DIE SOON. :O

So here's the deal. I hafta get up at 5.30am every morning starting today onwards - which didn't really happen this morning, I woke up but decided to sleep back. That shall not happen again! My lazy ass have got to get going and get studying. I can't risk my chances of getting nice grades this time. High school should be way behind my buttock! OH GOD. I MISS HOME.

Okay, so the waking up. Then off to college, do what I hafta there. Come home, rest a while, work out - either normal routine like crunches, push ups and jumps or small stretching sessions then swimming! :D - then dinner or perhaps shower? Nawh. Dinner first.

Y'know what. I don't think i'd be so diciplined to actually follow all this shit. T.T Now i'm worried. I hafta cut down my time with Sweets too. :'( Now i'm sad. Haiz. At least I told him that I won't be talking to him much by September. I wouldn't have time for him. At least, that should be the case. I have to not have time for him. Otherwise, i'd be distracted. The only way to be strong for that is to remind myself that i'll be home as soon as exam's done with! WOO! THE DELIGHTNESS! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

I hope things work well. And I hope I can meet him. :/ But he has exam....

Ah shit. Not now Jay. Not now. I can't think about that now. It's not healthy! Wokay, Reen is gone now. And I just finish my simple work out. What do I do now? Homework? GOD. The dread. Oh well. I think I should. Since Sweets' disappeared to God knows where. LOL. Poor him. I miss him. A lot.

Haiz..

you and me :)

I remember...

2. February. 2011

- you and me. *blush*

18. March. 2011

- first hug, first peck on the cheek, you held my hand. and you made my night at the concert. :)

19. March. 2011

- our first mass together, side by side like a normal couple. but departure was the sad tale...*sigh*

I miss you. >.<

Education Fair

:D Here's the dig, I WORKED AT THE EDUCATION FAIR PROMOTING ATC.

Hehehe. Well, I guess I'm psyched about it coz it was a major experience for me and it kind of boosts my self-confidence to actually come up to people's faces and say "Hi. Good morning. ATC? We offer A-Levels, Law and Business Studies" *smiles* I swear to God i've never said the same shit for the billionth time before! Fuh! It was amazing how I convinced myself that "I DON'T LOOK STUPID. JUST GO AND WORK. YOU'RE BEING PAID FOR THIS." Lol.

Amazing.

However, at the end of the day, I find it as a blessing to be given this chance because, I don't only get working experience, I get to also taste the feel to be a promoter and be proud of my school. I get to work up my Public Relation. That's friggin awesome man! Woo!

Anyways, it was on the 25th and the 26th of June 2011, a Saturday and a Sunday from 11am to 6pm. :) The day started off with me and Reen getting up early and we were so excited to do this job. We got ourselves neatly trimmed as a lady and we got dressed all formerly, and looking like lawyers. Hell yeah! LAWYERS. :D We were wearing slacks and button down shirt - black for me and white on her - our hairs were tied up and we put on make ups! - well, Reen with her girly looks and I just slapped on a bit. HEHE. As usual. And when we're done, we walked to MidValley, like professionals on the move and appeared at the Exhibition Hall kind of a little early. Lol.

At first, we panicked coz we couldn't find any of our lecturers which meant we couldn't get in the hall before 11am. We didn't have the passes to enter. So we roamed and called and talked among ourselves and fretted and eventually, the one person we were supposed to find was always waiting by the railing of the escalators searching for us too. HAHA.

Like OMG y'know. The dude looks EXACTLY like Daryl!! :O Only, he's short and he talks a lot like Chef Wan. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. :DD But nontheless, he was cute in his ways and he knows how to make himself comfortable around us and vice versa. ^^ We were standing there and when we turned, we noticed this dude - Abral - staring at us and he asked "You guys are from ATC?" then we nodded and explained how we were trying to contact our lecturers. With that he burst out into chuckles and said "I have your tags" LOL. Bad timing man. :P

When we got our tags, we entered the hall and we were assigned to fill up the paper bags that were meant for us to distribute when the event started. It was fun cooperating with seniors and laughing along and getting to know each other and making ourselves look busy. :D But the sad part was I had to leave Sweets the whole day while I work. I told myself that I wasn't going to text anybody, not even him while I work because my goal then was to promote and introduce ATC to people. I have to be on the go and on the move. Hell yeah. So I kept my phone in my bag and stuffed the damn thing in the cabinet supplied.

Like I said, great experience, yet on the first day, the Saturday itself, there wasn't much people hence, it wasn't as hectic as I expected. I thought there was gonna be weird people coming over, getting interviewed, chitty-chatting with us promoters, but no. All we did was finish up the paper bags we filled up, made sure none was left and perhaps, help guide lost applicants who has an interest with the offer our college has. We all did exactly that, and at the end of the day - MY FOOT WAS SORE.

Reen and I made it home, took out bath, I can't remember whether we had dinner, but by then, we already bunked outselves to bed. I even remembered how I fell asleep, and Daryl called while I was in Dreamland and I remembered that I argued and refused to go back to sleep because I wanted to talk to him. Which actually I was sleeping off on him while he was talking. I don't remember what he said though. HEHEHEHE. That's what you get for talking to a zombie. Lol!

THEN SECOND DAY ARRIVED.

Dear God, I didn't want to get up at all on Sunday! I was sooooooo EXHAUSTED! My whole body was aching, especially my foot. But one way or another, I wanted the money, so I came. :D Once again, we washed up, dressed up - in skirt this time and a formal top, Reen in red and moi in brown - and made up exactly like the day before. Again we walked to the venue and since we had our tags this time, we were allowed to enter the premises and waited at our booth for the materials to arrive before we actually start working. ^^ So when it did, we worked! Same shit.

However, on the second day, THERE WAS A LOT OF PEOPLE. It was like attending the final day of a Mega Sale in an expensive boutique or something so. It's crazy! From the role of a promoter, we had to be advisors and guiders. The lecturers we had were limited but people were lining up, intending to have a short counsel. But due to the inability to serve the crown immediately, we as promoters ranked outselves up and did the job. We spoke to them. We consulted them on the fees, the convinience, the education itself, the subjects - EVERYTHING. Fun step to take, yet scary coz you might mislead the person.

We also get the chance to be put on a spot of being the boss for a while, but being that is hard coz you gotta always be alert and watch out to what the lecturers may or may not need and it was a responsibility for a boss to make sure things were running smoothly. Okay, maybe the word "boss" would be such a woo to use. Let see...hrmm..Student Manager? LOL. That sounds a bit better. EHEHEH. Yeah...

Then my bestfriend came!! :D She had a talk with my law lecturer of course, Mr. Siva. She was convinced about what he said but what the hell, it's his job to be convincing. LOL. That's why i'm in ATC eh? ;) So anyways, I just blogged about this coz one, my blogs been abandoned for a while now coz i've been busy with things and well two, I just wanna share this or so to say remember this in the future in case I forget. xP

PS. I earned RM200 baby! In 2 days! :O I'm awesome. But yet...we haven't got our paycheck. HEH. ^^ God bless!

TOODLES!