tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40924962011-12-26T22:40:25.130+07:00pheliciousnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-79624824697361284512011-12-12T00:22:00.003+07:002011-12-12T21:40:23.304+07:00

life just threw a curveball at me. but that's okay. i'll get up in no time. i will continue to be in disbelief for awhile. the more i try to make sense of what happened, the more i learn of the greatness of Allah and the more small i feel. hopefully, soon enough, the great lesson from it all will become clear to me.i have been blessed with great company though. lucky me. their words of

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-23963372907337703822011-10-17T22:46:00.004+07:002011-10-20T19:51:27.111+07:00

you have probably once turned your back against love. against life. vowing to yourself to never fall in love again, to never work hard ever again. because you have tried relentlessly, but in the end it only brings you despair.well, look at you now. probably still working at the same thing you once almost gave up doing. probably at your umpteenth attempt at perfecting what you're learning - like

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-32584153107958600002011-07-25T23:12:00.003+07:002011-07-25T23:46:25.896+07:00

I did it again.Logged on to blogger, typed in a few lines, backspace, a few more lines and then backspace, backspace. I don't know how and I don't know when I will ever find that "pump" to write again. Sigh.Well, till next time...

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-56791048815052669502010-12-25T23:47:00.003+07:002010-12-25T23:51:31.235+07:00

i was brought to tears reading a poem written by a friend of a friend. about how she met the love of her life. she is about to marry him within days :). i wasn't sure what really touched me. was it her beautiful writing, or was it, the mere revelation that i want so much more, but all i can afford to do and all i can afford to say is....alhamdulillah. for all that i have, and for all that i will

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-53169485074692978572010-07-26T21:44:00.003+07:002010-07-26T23:15:23.739+07:00

so it's been awhile :)If you think about it, life is many sorts of great splendour. It is merely a series of sudoku - some easy, some intermediate, and most of them very, very hard. But point is, there's always a way out of any sticky situation; time, being the varying factor.but in all seriousness though, amidst all that beauty and positivity, life is really a fucked-up weave of intricacies,

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-74481898776645150312009-12-25T00:18:00.004+07:002010-01-07T16:55:51.471+07:00

my mom always says that if you have nothing nice to say, or if you feel like the things that you want to say will only instigate an argument, no matter how long these feelings have been eating you up inside like cancer; or if you feel like stating a point, which may just be dismissed, because to some, that is the only defense that they know how; or even if you DO have something nice to say, but

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-85082334496478325962009-11-24T21:58:00.010+07:002009-12-01T22:47:51.675+07:00

Dear frequent reader,I know you come here now and again. This one's for you.Forgive me for intervening, and forgive me for assuming that you are interested in what i'm about to say. But i've been reading your recent entries, and i can't help but feel that almost every one of them, if not all, resonates with how i feel, or at least with how i used to feel when times were bad. It doesn't take a

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-12501957359076463312009-11-07T23:54:00.003+07:002009-11-22T10:15:14.675+07:00

for most people, their idea of a perfect partner is somebody who they can have intelligent conversations with. but i much prefer somebody who i can go on having stupid, small, trivial talks with, for hours and hours, about something so insignificant, and yet remain intrigued all the same.

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-59521666360445304862009-11-03T12:35:00.001+07:002009-11-03T12:36:59.980+07:00

me without you is like,a shoe without laces,a nerd without braces,asentencewithoutspaces.- Hali Curtis

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the trouble with me is, i don't realise until it's too late. until my eyes are red encircled by some hideous black ring; until my body alternates between the feeling of an ache and numbness. this heart is wrenched to its last muscular ability. and this mouth...... oh boy, this mouth - it only cares to convey what the heart feels. rude and uncalled for at times, but i secretly applaud such

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-27169520409012126672009-10-10T14:00:00.004+07:002009-10-11T18:10:44.446+07:00

Dear God,I'm not sure what You have planned for me in this imminent future. But I know You've been listening to me every night. Yeah I know, my prayers have become repetitive almost; but between You and I; that's the only way I know if I'm sure about something - if I keep praying for the same thing every night. So like I said, I'm not sure what You have planned for me. But if I may, could I just

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-78813409958357524232009-05-10T21:10:00.004+07:002009-05-12T22:47:06.303+07:00

Recently, I picked up a new book. I was determined to finish it and make a review out of it. But that was 2 weeks ago. Now it sits on my night stand, keeping my magic 8 ball company.That is an attitude so appalling, but sadly, is the kind I have now with most things.I started a new John Legend piece on the piano, but I haven't made it pass chorus. I enrolled into a pilates class but have yet to

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-69256827694530669972009-03-17T11:52:00.000+07:002009-03-17T22:58:52.204+07:00

I am not even close - to that big, fat dream I painted of myself not too long ago. Dare I think that I almost had it all figured out. Unfortunately for some, no human is an island. And plans often come in pairs. And some plans are precedents to or dependent on somebody else's plans. So until other people's plans take off, mine cannot. And vice versa. Like chicken and egg.*It's the biggest

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-37080793718590836802009-03-01T23:13:00.003+07:002009-03-01T23:49:10.107+07:00

What is it about this thing that makes it so bloody complicated? Everybody, and I literally mean everybody is doing it, so it cannot be rocket science. Granted - it is one of life's greatest gambles, and like most things, there is a 50-50 chance that it works out or doesn't work out. Like a flip of a coin. Or a true/false question. Or hitting a jackpot. Some people could have sworn it was written

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-56072425680720247522009-02-14T14:36:00.004+07:002009-02-14T15:44:43.827+07:00

Valentine's day is awesome when you have somebody to boycott it with. And perhaps this boycott has rubbed off on a lot of people. Statistics have it that florists have not seen such poor sales on Valentine's day ever before. Could that be a sign of V-day's diminishing popularity or the current economic climate taking a hit on everyone's pockets that a hug or a kiss would hopefully make up for

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-87091794627179479112009-02-11T22:51:00.003+07:002009-02-14T20:37:50.268+07:00

I just got back from watching PGL and thought it was brilliant!My favourite was Adlin Aman Ramli as Sultan Mahmud. Such casualness even while in character. And he earned extra brownie points when he did a lil shimmy-shimmy on stage.Stephen Rahman-Hughes paid no justice to the character of Hang Tuah. Lets just say he should be lucky for his pretty face. Like hello, silat is probably one of Tuah's

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-45529042925125956662009-02-02T21:37:00.003+07:002009-02-03T14:56:53.838+07:00

I hate Sundays, or any day before a working week begins. Because I'll start calculating my steps just to make sure I don't land in a pile of dog shit and end up smelling like poo for the rest of the week. I mean to say that, ending the weekend on a bad note often signifies that I will ride into a week of doom and gloom.And tonight, land in a pile of dog shit I did. And worse off, it wasn't even

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-16154974739566817562009-01-13T22:48:00.002+07:002009-01-13T22:59:22.997+07:00

Exactly. Everything we know have expiry dates.

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-83145351924915661032009-01-03T23:52:00.003+07:002009-01-05T21:16:46.674+07:00

I spent the entire 2008 feeling restless. What a waste of good and precious time. Whatever it was, I'll get over it I'm sure. Life isn't measured in minutes, but in moments - a tagline from the Benjamin Button movie. I could name a few proud moments in the past year, but because that would come with a bit of a stuggle, and because it would be just a few, suffice to say 2008 was pants.A lot of

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-58253547085473787622008-11-27T00:58:00.003+07:002008-11-27T01:40:01.672+07:00

Today, I was given the choice - to bask in the bliss of ignorance, or to simply face the truth. I embraced the latter. The truth, as always, is not pretty. But I put all my faith in the words of the wise - I believe that one day the truth shall set me free.And speaking of, Jason Mraz & James Morisson - Details in the Fabric. Brilliant lyrics. Too many interpretations of what it means, but it

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-11572132385240429032008-11-18T00:28:00.005+07:002009-10-15T23:44:54.010+07:00

For so long, you and I have raved about good conversations and the importance of having good conversations. Good conversations are what hold friendships together, marriages together, workmates outside of workplace together – in the absence of which, more often than not, friends fall out, marriages fail and workmates stick to being ‘work’ mates. Or so I've heard.I have good conversations almost

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-60598894912595934132008-11-17T11:28:00.002+07:002008-11-17T00:01:04.713+07:00

elm st.Wow, what an awfully long weekend. My praises go to You, Allah S.W.T for giving me the strength to go through what felt like a bad nightmare. Only that it wasn't - I pinched myself several times and...ouch! I have always thought that one good thing about being in the pits is that, things can only go uphill from here. Though I could be wrong. I could be in for a much bigger

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-61932867933328980022008-11-12T22:48:00.010+07:002008-11-13T01:32:20.373+07:00

This movie, Sepi, left me with goosebumps and reaching for the tissue box by the end credits. Not too sappy, except perhaps for you ice kings and ice queens. A movie so wonderfully-written, that it makes me defy what I used to believe in. So love is made for everyone, only that it doesn't always come in the form that you would like it to, and at the time that you would like it to. Because if love

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-18831336467907227502008-11-04T00:57:00.008+07:002008-11-04T03:01:49.190+07:00

Forex losses and Obama-rama aside, my right eye has been twitching for the past week. Myth has it that something is about to happen to me - good or bad is highly debatable. At this point, I just wish that whatever it is that is about to happen would just drop like a ton of bricks, because the anticipation is driving me crazy that I find myself triple-checking the lock on my doors, tip-toeing

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-53480657624398288642008-10-14T18:13:00.004+07:002008-10-14T23:18:07.641+07:00

I feel like the world is moving at warp speed, while I'm perched on the sidelines watching. And waiting. I guess some things just work out for some people, while the rest have to work a bit harder and wait a little longer. I get it.Every night there's that small glimmer of hope that what I did in the day would have crystallised into something solid, and measurable. I work hard. I listen harder,

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-19167593299846154782008-10-07T21:13:00.003+07:002008-10-08T22:29:02.081+07:00

Over the years, I've lost so many things - friends, lovers, phone numbers, polly pockets, earrings. To date, I think I own more one-half of earrings than those that still exist in a pair. Surely, some losses were more painful than others, but in retrospect, I know now that the greater losses were for good reasons and some were definitely good riddance.But what I find though, while it is okay to

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-24697531636076721562008-09-25T01:33:00.005+07:002008-09-25T02:40:31.003+07:00

I don't drive. As a matter of fact, I can't drive. It's not like I do not know how to, I do. (I had a probational license once but forgot to convert it to full and left it for too long and now the priobational license is void, which means I have to take the exams all over again). I mean, if you were to put me in a car in a circuit, if you taught me well, my driving skills would be comparable to

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-66347960956057572202008-09-22T00:08:00.004+07:002009-10-15T23:36:06.757+07:00

MantraOne of the best advice I got before leaving London was, "do not go home and be that kid you once were 7 years ago." Although a little vague, I can't deny it's relevance. I think it means that I'm a big girl now and I'm capable of making my own decisions. I guess when you've been brought up and surrounded by authoritarians all your life, you tend to forget that you're entitled to such a

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-59606247314765974692008-09-04T23:38:00.007+07:002008-10-16T01:19:50.300+07:00

Given the current unstable economic climate, rising bills, house price falls, job cuts in the city, inflation etc., the time has come for me to do the sensible thing and.......hang up my calculator, laugh in the face of recession and embrace unemployment. Hahahahahaha. Today is my last day with the employer. May I take this opportunity to thank the following people who have contributed to making

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-16664093972016675672008-08-29T09:48:00.006+07:002008-08-29T19:14:01.668+07:00

There is nothing much in this fortress. Just me. And of course my DVDs. A lot of DVDs. And boy have I got all sorts. Those that I play to laugh at for the 88th time, or those that I play to pick my brain with once in a while, or those that I play for that clamour in the background. Do not undermine the importance of these DVDs, because if I was honest, there is no other moment that I look forward

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-35715695238329684172008-08-20T15:43:00.002+07:002008-08-20T15:49:49.926+07:00

I want this day documented. What I feel now, what i think now all to be documented.

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-43104660217989852392008-08-12T06:10:00.004+07:002009-10-15T23:32:35.231+07:00

Not too long ago, I made a solemn promise to stay away from any form of prediction of the future - horoscopes, tarot cards, crystal balls, tea leaves or tok bomoh. Not that I had any inclination to try the latter, but you know what I mean. I owe this to an incident about a year ago, where I, out of sheer idiocy, agreed to have my future be prescribed by a deck of cards. I had a lady, who, now

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-41169231132673519492008-07-28T06:14:00.008+07:002008-12-12T11:58:34.075+07:00

Friends and I are melting away under the London sun. At 30 degrees Celcius, I realised that it is just as bad to stay indoors than outdoors, especially when you're living a rather economical lifestyle these days and you're refraining hard from purchasing a fan. Why get one when you know that it's going to outlive its purpose by the next day, and that's when it starts to rain again. Here's to

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-40903888685553299292008-07-25T15:28:00.003+07:002008-07-26T02:00:30.484+07:00

I've drawn up a 'going home' to-do list, and it seems like I've got about 72 things to get done. A little overwhelming, but that's okay.Coz that only means I've got about 687 other things to look forward to! =)

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-14064759082311590832008-07-21T22:02:00.004+07:002008-07-25T22:59:00.229+07:00

I did it. I dropped the bomb today.I must have seen this as a really important occassion as I went in in my best suit which I haven't worn in years, and had my hair up and everything. Kinda like the day that started this all.He was late, which only aggravated the jitters. Ten minutes later, he entered the boardroom, all sweaty and apologetic. Once he caught his breath, I said it all - quick and

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-5355421061790062262008-07-12T12:25:00.003+07:002008-07-22T05:27:31.570+07:00

I put on my new shoes today and suddenly everything just felt right. And then the rain started pouring, and surprisingly things felt even better. My affinity for the rain has been a well-kept secret - a secret I plan to keep, just to fit in for a while longer.It's been light showers non-stop since Wednesday. And tonight, London is at it again - which makes tonight the kind of night for a tub of

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-16945104701521352432008-06-19T04:52:00.007+07:002009-08-22T00:28:05.300+07:00

It was about 10pm when I was getting ready to leave work. I went to the reception desk to hand in my pass and sign-off on the visitor's list. The same old, scrawny, bald security guard at the reception desk. He said, "Don't you have family to go home to love?" I actually had to think about this for awhile. Then I said, "Actually you know what? You're right. I don't. Can I have my pass back please

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-42521651492115838582008-06-12T22:12:00.002+07:002008-06-12T22:14:50.301+07:00

Walked in to work today and found out that they're no longer giving time-off-in-lieu for overtime and are banning fish-net stockings. I don't know what I'm more upset about.

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-81686566194815465122008-05-25T20:52:00.004+07:002009-10-15T23:22:29.357+07:00

Someone once said that there are 3 things which you can't undo. Time lost, opportunities missed and words spoken. Those are great and timeless wisdom imparted, but the trouble with me is, I never learn. Today, I said things which I shouldn't have to someone who didn't deserve it at all. My words and my impeccable timing used to get me into trouble when I was much younger. Once, I was sent to the

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-55367777759692155972008-04-27T01:22:00.009+07:002009-10-15T23:27:54.584+07:00

Saturday. Gorgeous weather, so we decided to let our skin get tongue-kissed a little by the scorching sun. I must say, all this playing hard to get business by the sun has made it even more and more desirable. And I was smiling the whole time to the many things I saw - thinking that once again I'm in a familiar territory and all these familiar sights are no stranger to the likes of Hyde Park on a

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-63233620572013347282008-04-23T01:20:00.007+07:002008-04-23T01:45:32.470+07:00

I think I may have a crush on Cheryl Cole. She's damn hot and damn street! Ashley Cole is so bodoh.

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-23392367915281663632008-04-14T04:46:00.007+07:002008-07-18T07:29:59.316+07:00

What baffles me sometimes is the amount of time I spend in a drugstore like Boots or Superdrug. Last night alone, I spent half an hour trying to decide on a mascara. I blame the exaggerated, over-inflated (and possibly false) advertising for putting me at an inconvenient crossroad, when I had to decide between two brands where one markets itself as a SuperLash Mascara and the other as giving XXL

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-58894171132544392002008-04-05T02:50:00.007+07:002008-07-22T05:58:49.812+07:00

Well this is what happens when I’m left to my own devices. Anyway, this is what I’d say….Hey you,Over the years, you will be tempted several times to say hurtful things to those who have hurt you, or those who have as little as irritated/annoyed you, even unintentionally. You’ll say hurtful things to retaliate or say it out of spite. And my god are your words like venom! So don’t. You'll never

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-67581344182012774832008-03-31T19:36:00.001+07:002008-07-22T05:49:59.402+07:00

Have you ever woken up one morning and felt like everything around you is just not the same - wishing that the last thought/last conversation/last moment you had before bedtime was nothing more than a horrible dream. But then you notice the coffee cups, the cribs of paper, the untouched panini - the very evidence that what happened actually did happen. You don't recognise the furniture around you

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-80007014181212055062008-03-10T00:32:00.007+07:002008-03-16T19:48:10.274+07:00

Books all sold!

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-22907480800113464462008-02-08T00:01:00.002+07:002009-05-19T22:14:42.883+07:00

May I share with you my grievances towards the inefficiencies and the inconvenience of the NHS system in the UK. I was sick today. And over here, if you have a sickness which isn't serious (a very subjective matter if I may add), you can either:1) go see your registered GP, where you have to book an appointment in advance. And if you don't get a time slot within the day, tough luck. Often enough

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-18811019253263928862008-02-06T20:15:00.000+07:002008-02-06T20:32:56.012+07:00

The book. Oh my God. Tears.

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-5056255896502604612008-01-22T20:14:00.000+07:002008-12-12T11:58:34.476+07:00

"How To Interview like a Top MBA". Although I wouldn't recommend it for a bedtime read, I think this is an amazing book for those looking for a job. It starts off with a list of 10 most common interview mistakes, and I remember committing nine out of those common faux pas during my interviews. Haha. I'm surprised how I landed my current job. All the best!

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-28995487918015651082007-12-31T06:24:00.000+07:002007-12-31T03:09:07.212+07:00

..about damn time!A few things to say about the year that's gone past:1) I, and as a matter of fact, everyone, will and can get anything that they want in life, provided that they want it bad enough, and work for it hard enough. However, if they don't get what they want, there are only two reasons why:they didn't work hard enough for it. Ouch, but its true. They will then later realise, that they

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-40890558645495433962007-12-15T02:28:00.000+07:002007-12-17T04:20:28.100+07:00

Hey fellas, this just in. I passed my final icaew exams! ;) and in no time, i'ma be a CA yo! Whatever that means ey, whatever that entails, whatever that brings. Even if it doesn't mean anything, heck I don't care. Coz I've achieved what I came here to do. Coz I got it. I made it. I did it.=)

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-85637425845656345962007-11-30T17:37:00.000+07:002007-11-30T17:46:01.070+07:00

I feel like there's a war over my head. And I want to stand tall in the middle of the war grounds, hoping that a grenade would come my way. Not so much for the pride in dying of a sacrfice, but dying to admit defeat. So that hopefully....finally....I can fall asleep. Soundly. There you go. Possibly my most bleak and subdued entry of the year.

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-37953278048589097062007-11-13T06:47:00.001+07:002009-08-22T00:22:13.663+07:00

Have you ever played this game, where you look up the sky, and look at the clouds and try to make sense of what you see? Make out shapes, or things, or people you know, or even stories out of them - and then you ask the person next to you if they see what you see?Well, I do that a lot. I love it! And I miss it. We don't get that much clouds here. Plus, it's getting really cold these days to be

pheliciousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092496.post-70961311668862838142007-10-07T04:38:00.000+07:002008-12-12T11:58:35.023+07:00

October is a month to celebrate... for one reason or another.And Feast of Love....i love it!

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Benjamin Franklin once said, do not leave that till tomorrow which you can do today. And that was his recipe for his many successes. There is a lot of wisdom and truth in that I'm sure, but I guess not everything is as 'straightforward' as the discovery of electricity.I have witnessed many things that have taken a different turning than expected as a result of too much being done in that moment

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In the tranquility of what is tonight, I am still shaken by the events that have been happening around me. To friends, to the people I don't know and to the world. I have plenty to say and plenty of explanations to offer - and many times tonight I caught myself rolling the words on my tongue, but never once did they escape my lips. Because I feel too many words are being thrown out across the

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LifesaversThere are many raging emotions floating about out there - of frustration, of confusion, uncertainties, or anger - whatever. And all it needs is just one single gesture that can make it all go away. Anything. A hug, a kiss, a nod, a few minutes of undivided attention. A few words of encouragement. A bowl of hot soup at the doorstep. An answer. A promise.You and I may be on either side of

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Walking down Burdett Lane in the rain has lost its novelty. And I blame it on its regularity. A car drove by and pulled over a few feet away. The driver drew down the window. "Hey!""Hey!"Finally! - someone I know. I got into the car, and we drove for miles and miles and miles. With not so much of words or even looks exchanged. Only because we just talked over the phone awhile ago I guess. There

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Can I please recommend you this to read for this week? It is for the young and deluded out there who applied for their current job thinking that they've got the better end of the deal. It is a book for young professionals who were once deluded with the glamorous and glossy life of the City - blinded by the idea of fashionable suits, fat paycheques and a name of a FTSE 100/Top GLC on the resume.

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Happy Birthday you two! Ain't got nothin' but love for you two.

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I go to most of you asking for an opinion, because your opinion matters to me. Perhaps I am tired of thinking and tired of weighing the odds, and I ask of you for that missing piece that confirms that yes, I am doing the right thing and yes, I am right to think the way I do.I know sometimes my decision may seem stupid and reckless and unsupportable by solid and promising facts, but all I'm asking

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I feel like a hamster stuck in a wheel. Very tired from all the running, but not really getting anywhere.

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KL was dope. But I think I had too much fun back home, that I think karma decided to give me a taste of something real now that I'm back here. But I'd skip the details.And for all the things that's been happening so far, I think I'm beginning to see things. So tell me if I'm really seeing things. "Dude, where the hell is his head!?"

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There should really be a rulebook on love. A big, fat rulebook. The one which outlines the do's and dont's of love. A book which takes a bold chance at defining it. A book which tells you how much is too much or when too much is still not enough. One which defines the 'correct' pace of a relationship - when it's going too fast or too slow. One which speaks of compatibility and chemistry. Of

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My life is a waiting room. A big, huge waiting room. And I sit in it in the anticipation of many, many things. The small things, the big things, the good things. And when things are good, I expect karma to bite me in the ass, and that is when I anticipate the bad things.I wait for the train, or for the rain to stop. I wait for the clock to strike 5, and then later at 7, and then at 10 on

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He held out the potion, and I took it from his hand. It was clear liquid in a tall, slim glass. Elegant, yet understated. My notion told me to take it all in a gulp. I was about to, but he tugged my arm, and said, "Go slow. Don't spill."I took it in. The first sip burnt my lips a little. Slowly, I felt the potion running through my body. It ran down my throat. I felt this strong, powerful gush in

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What happened at work in the past week was like a repeat of my junior year in college. A complete replay but all within five days. But take out the fun, take out the frivolity and leave everything to stay the same. The other exception would be, in junior year, I actually had an anticipation of a milestone that was vivid and definite. But today, I am ten times more tired and ten times more drained

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I guess this is when some of us look back in restrospect and think what a mess/joy it has all been. I could go on forever trying to summarise what 06 was all about. But what good would it do? Plus, I personally think new years - celebrations, countdown and all, are over-rated, because the idea of it all drives people insane somehow (yours truly included).But if not only words can tell a story and

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1. Piazza GaribaldiWe were like a trio of zombies when we arrived at the airport, after having less than 2 hours of sleep (combined) the night before. We got on a coach and got caught in their daily struggle of bumper-to-bumper, so Aida thought it was clever to get off the coach and walk to Piazza Garibaldi. I thought, okay a little too early to complain.So we started walking the streets of

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Today I thought of the days when I was a child. Of that time when I was playing ‘Superman’ with my brother and by accident broke mom's flower vase. I said no word about it – I just hid the pieces in another bigger vase, thinking that that was the right thing to do. But that was before I learned of honesty.And then I thought of many more moments when I was a child. Like birthday parties. I would

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Third time lucky? Maybe?Last night, we had Thai in Fulham. I met Mr. Lampard for the second time. The first time I saw him was in a club, many months ago, also in Fulham. But I guess that didn't count because I didn't know who he was then. Friend: 'Omigod, that's Frank Lampard!' Me: 'Frank who?'And last night, when the restaurant manager came up to our table and said, 'Guess which footballer is

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All rise.At many points tonight I felt like I was dragged to the stand, sat before a myriad of indifferent, yet pretentiously compassionate listeners, impatiently waiting for an answer. My answer. It seems like they can no longer live on speculations they've made about me. I've been wronged apparently for not divulging enough. From how I see it, they don't want to hear the things I have to say,

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Hahahahahahaha....Ok that was not because I find the joke below funny, but it is just that I find it in-your-face-take-that-now-how-do-you-like-that perfect for fellow auditors. Sorry, been having my off weeks at work lately.At the end of the year, the auditors sent an inspector to audit the books of a synagogue. While he was checking the books he turned to the Rabbi and said:"I notice you buy a

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I'd like so much to write about my trip back home to KL recently, but I've only been chasing time since I got back. Plus, too many things happened and there's too many things to tell and I'm struggling as it is trying to pin heads and tails to what happened.We went to see Frankenstein in Love in KLPac on Halloween. I'll tell you in a word what I think about it: Dry.I don't know if I should blame

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Dear McGifferters,Guys, this is as raw as it gets. I just wanted to wish all of you Selamat Hari Raya and Maaf Zahir Batin. This raya is going to be different for me, and maybe for you too. Remember malam raya of 03? I'm gonna remember that night for the rest of my life. The night when Tod cooked ayam kuzi and when Abe's parents didn't call? Remember our raya song? Anehnya rasa hari raya ku di

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I live in my own little bubble. Well, sometimes they pop and I fall. But before long I build myself another one, and float again. My possibilities are endless in this sphere. Although it’s fragile and flimsy, with its microfilm surface and it being easily susceptible to change and circumstance, for as long as it lasts, everything within it is pretty and simple. What is seen as impossible and

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I tried, but I guess it's a lot more fun doing it with the girls. While one of us focuses on the hand movements, the other can focus on the leg movements and somebody else can make sure that we've got the pout and dirrty look in check throughout. But we're too many miles separated and too much of a 'working lady' to bother about this at this point, correct?So what should be my get-up for work

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The other side of the story Finally, Wicked hits London!I'm not gonna tell u what this musical's about, but all I can say is so much happened before Dorothy dropped in. I also just wanted to say that I went to see this the other night, and I was just, stunned. What's another word for amazing? It was more than amazing. It was almost breath-taking. It was.. magical! Heheh over tak? But seriously,

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I Love the 90sThe MusicalWeekly Meeting No. 7Date: 10 December 2010Time: 9.00 am - 10.30 amVenue: Jhabbud's CafeAttendees: Project Manager, Finance team, Production Manager, Marketing/Advertising ManagerAgenda Items1. Issues discussed in prior meeting(s):Presentation of storyboard - excellent.Finalisation of organisational structure - roles and responsibilities clearly defined.Project manual

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116"...coz when you went away, I built myself a fortress. Brick by brick. Rock by rock. And slowly, it became a habitual relief. Without realising, these walls go higher and higher. I feel safe in here. I'm not letting anyone in again. Not even you. Now and again, I hear your voice through those walls. I hear your cries, and my heart breaks. That frustration in your voice. I know you're not angry

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1) Monday mornings are an adventure in itself I believe. Especially when I'm travelling through what could possibly be the busiest station in London. It's a learned skill trying to keep my patience in check when I'm in King's Cross - what with people running, pushing, cussing all the time. Everyone is in a rush, it seems. Would it hurt to be a little late? Everyone looks so similar, nothing

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This is a drawing of my lil' cousin, Intan Mutiara Ayu, also known to our family as Pearl. That drawing won her first place in a drawing competition hosted by Pos Malaysia - AND that drawing has now been turned into a stamp! Pearl's limited-edition stamps are now selling at RM1 a pop! How hawt is that?!See full news here.

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What is this that I'm feeling that makes me feel as if I've been robbed off of the luxury of many, many things. Like time, summer, money, silence, my own thoughts, my own pace, self-control. Time, being the most prevalent.While change is inevitable, I struggle to understand what was it that triggered this in the first place. From a girl who could not bare more than two hours being without company

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I really don't know what to say in this space anymore. I'm back in college today. Agonising exams and bloodshot eyes. Fun times. And here's some Monday morning trivia for ya: If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?Have a good one fellas!

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Last night, I was brought through some of the best moments of Motown in this fantastic musical. It was as if I slumped into the heart of Motor City, Detroit and had the privilege of the world's most prominent names to sing for me. When you have a brilliant line-up singing covers from the likes of Supremes, Temptations, Four Tops, Marvin Gaye!! Stevie Wonder, Lionel Richie and Gladys Knight, who

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Belangkas. Tau tak belangkas? Haaa macam tu laa.....macam belangkas!

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In about 12 minutes or so, I will officially be on my very much awaited......HOLiDAY!!!Muahahaha..Goodbye heels and hellooooo flip-flops!

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I think there is something so attractive about people who live life without caution or without care - with no forethought necessary on how their actions and decisions in the now may impact the future. In fact, they have no concerns over their actions at all. They don't care who knows, who hurts, who's watching, who's laughing, who's wrong. These people laugh at the face of potential mishaps. They

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Tales from work, part XXXVIIIYou know you’ve had a hard day at work when you leave the cab without paying. And when the cab driver honks repeatedly at you, you smile at him and wave goodbye.There’s definitely more to life than this. There’s gotta be more in a typical weekday than these final 3 hours before I hit the sack again. The time within which I fit in eating, cleaning, talking, listening

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I love you, Popster! There's no other popster quite like you.(That's daddy-o and I in Madamme Tussauds, this time last year. He was pretending to be a wax statue. I, on the other hand, was forced to pretend to be all fanatical of him.) Happy Birthday Kedot, my pillar of strength. And you don't look a day old ;)

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June Babies She's 24. He's just plain old.Happy birthday sweethearts!Miss you both loads!Mwa! Talk the talkI believe some cat may have got my tongue. Someone or something has robbed me off of my words and all of a sudden I haven’t got much to say. During dinner conversations, I just nod along and nod along. I smile in acceptance and nod along. Agree with the majority and disagree when

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Last Saturday, we decided to make a pit stop at Covent Garden in between our weekly window-shopping routine (or for some people, weekly-GBP500-splurge routine...ehem...Ms. Poultry) to check out Malaysia Week London. This four-day festival, which commenced last Thursday was hosted by the Malaysian Ministry of Tourism with a very apparent objective to promote the Malaysian culture to Londoners and

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There comes a time when you get a fresh batch of adrenaline and you wake up feeling that there's nothing in this life you can't conquer. There also comes a time when a trivial moment translates into a life-changing experience, and all of a sudden your dreams change, your priorities change and you see the world through a different set of eyes. You take a slower pace in your steps than usual just

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(Warning: This entry might make you kill yoursef, or worse, throw up yet still be alive. So read at your own risk)I was walking home from a friend's place tonight and the rain could not have poured at a better time. I was soaked and cold, of course. But oddly enough, it felt right. Giggling at every instance I stepped foot into a puddle. And not getting in the least bit annoyed at the fact that I

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My blog in Malay, apparently.

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12 cans of Arizona Iced Tea and Salsa dips. Now that's a cue. It was a night of adventure - definitely a night to remember. Say, can you cha-cha? Slide, sway, move, groove? On that night, even a two-left-legged man morphed into a waltz master. Even I was dancing the likes of 'Sumazau' or 'Ngajat', yet I fit in perfectly. The rhythm was ours and ours alone - from the likes of Jamiroquai to Nina

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So that's a typical sight of my bro and I. Me lecturing him and him giving me the talk-to-the-hand look, minus the hand gesture. Hehe. Okay jokes aside....21 is a good age bro. Enjoy it while you can, coz when 23 or 24 comes lurking, that's when you get a taste of your own drama, and things just start snow-balling after. Hehe. But then again, knowing you, there's nothing in this world you can't

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Everytime I'm in the car with my dad and when James Blunt's High comes on the radio, both of us will race for the radio. His finger landing on the 'change station' button and mine on the 'increase volume' button. Dad despises James Blunt - he thinks he sounds like a strangled cat when he sings, but I on the other hand, have developed quite a liking for that song in particular. After a brief

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1_ I feel a little knot in my throat - and I suspect that this sensation will worsen towards the end of this week. The mind, the body and the soul have found its place - finding comfort in the little spaces of this corner of the world. Familiarity reigns time and time again. Getting a wee bit comfortable now, when I shouldn't.2_ My little bit of faith in love came and left in a flicker. I can't

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I call this moment in time, my 6-month mark. For the last six months, it was as if, I was dragged and put in the driver seat and was told to drive to a place unknown, with no skills of how to drive, with no knowledge of the road and signs and with no clue of the destination ahead. Amidst all that have happened though, I managed to survive a heartbreak, received raving appraisals from work, and

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McGifferts in London 2005 - in stills and in motion. Directed and Produced by: Hafiz (Abe) HatimDirector's note: "For some of us, 2005 was filled with adversities or should i say 'drama'. I made this video to mark the departure of 2005 and the arrival of the new year. In this new year, I pray that it would be a blessed one for me and my friends who were there when i needed them. This is for you

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