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She ate in Italy. She prayed in India. She loved in Bali. Now I know the reason behind the name of the memoir and the book. My God. Captivated. Gripped. Enticed. Moved. Provoked. Everything. I was all those things and I don't understand why I didn't pick up the book every time I saw it at the bookshops! Every time I finish reading a good book or finish watching a good movie I get into this bubble. Once I'm inside this bubble, I replay scenes in my head. Who said what. Who said what to whom. How I connected to or with that particular part of the story or the movie. How I connected with the characters. What they must be like in real life. Why this happened. How the author or director came up with such ideas. I just go over every little thing over and over in my mind until I'm done. Until I'm ready to move on to something else. And until each favourite quote has been etched in memory. That's just how it is.  That's just how I am...

Best friend popped in for a visit yesterday and brought me these lovely Eustomas.  Flowers for the first time in my life. :') I was actually halfway through a post about my recent dengue experience but this morning at around eight I changed my mind about the content and decided that I had something else I was dying to blog about. Have been re-reading Dorothy Koomsons's The Chocolate Run.  Amber the commitment-phobe and Greg the absolute tart. On page 90, she describes about the way she is when she first starts going out with a guy. How she "...started to obsess about every little thing connected with him." And as paranoid as she seemed explaining the way she felt and did things, I think it's how many of us are at the start of a relationship after being in a broken one way before. You start to worry about how it'll play out, about how things will go, about whether or not it'll end like the first one. And then comes all the trusting and...

I'm 22. Lol. Crazy huh. Celebrated it this year at home with mom, dad and my sis. I'm actually still recovering from dengue. Got it last week and it completely knocked me off my feet. Terribly high fever, dizziness, lack of appetite, intense nausea, vomiting, diarrhoea. I honestly felt like I was dying. I couldn't support myself enough to even sit up.  Parents finally came down over the weekend. Did a blood test and was immediately admitted.  Platelet count dropped steadily for quite a few days. Stupid, stupid dickhead doctor in Johor Specialist (Dr Faizal) said I could go back and that I didn't need to be admitted. There I was, unable to move or eat and he was giving me this shit. And he didn't look any of us in the eye when he spoke, he looked like a cave man with all that facial hair going on and he refused to hear us speak or answer any of our questions. Racist bastard. If not for my condition I would have honestly caused a hell of a scen...

These past 2 weeks have been somewhat...weird for me, to say the least. Have been feeling really down. Last weeks crazy shit schedule, I think, is still taking its toll on me. I'm completely exhausted. All I want is a day or two to rest and recuperate before I continue. There's this voice at the back of my head saying I can't go on like this. It's like I want so much to quit what I'm doing and move on to something else. Something that'll let me have a life. But of course that's not an option.  Quitting is never an option but sometimes I can't help but to think about it, ya know? Medicine is all I've ever wanted to do, aside from journalism for a short period of time when I was doing my A Levels.  Whatever it is, though, I can't see myself doing anything else. Recently I've been thinking about being an air hostess lol. Traveling the world, seeing places, meeting people.  Travel. Because I adore it. But for how ...

Our annual dinner has finally come to an end. After months and weeks of preparation we managed to pull everything off without a hitch even with our very hectic schedule. Everything went according to plan and everyone had a good time. We're very happy :D Couple of pictures taken from last night.  The ballroom at Bayu Marina Resort  John darling Robin! My duet partner   We sang 'Say Something' :) Nominees for best dressed My attempt at catwalking. I just can't. I really can't. Still can't believe I won :D  Best dressed male and female of the evening. Tim y u so tall?! Not one of my best pictures but it's the only one of me holding my tiny bouquet  of flowers.  Yin and her crazy photo effects lol I look like a ghost  <3 And our group shot. Now to focus on finals!

It's the first day of the new year. (Really didn't know how else to start this post with anything other than that so excuse me.) I've never been one to come up with resolutions and stuff like that but I do have a few I'd like to actually achieve this year. My health hasn't been at its best. Through out last year I was constantly falling sick, coming down with bouts of flu, having a fever at least twice a month and quite recently my asthma has been given a new lease of life. So what I need to do this year is to start eating properly and to keep anything with or related to ice at bay and I need to exercise on a regular basis. Not going to be easy but I have to try otherwise I'd be dead by 50. Anyway! Our neighbours invited us over to their place last night for New Year's Eve and we did a countdown to the New Year and everything. Met a few people.  And for the first time, everyone I spoke to asked: 1) Why I didn't bring my boyfriend h...

17 days since I got back from Bandung and only now I'm posting these pictures here on Blogger. Have been swamped with work at uni not to mention all the tests and exams we've had to finish. Anyway. Our short family vacation was a good one. If you don't count the number of hours Air Asia made us wait thanks to a VERY DELAYED FLIGHT. Just thinking about it riles me up, seriously. Bloody assholes made us wait more than 8 hours until our flight actually took off and we haven't been reimbursed! All the nagativity aside, however, the place was really very nice.  Crazy traffic, very friendly (and good looking) people - I kid you not about the good looking part - pretty good food (although I am still not and will never be a fan of nasi padang) and the shopping was to DIE for. *swayswoonsigh* Sizzling kale (kangkung) with chicken and lots of other stuff. Very Chinese. One of the Baptist churches we passed along the street where we stayed on the firs...