Raiders of the lost ark

Pace of the world
I just wish I could stop it
Try to appear like I've got it together
I'm falling apart

Save me
Somebody take my hand, and lead me
Slow me down
Don't let love pass me by
Just show me how
'Cause I'm ready to fall
Slow me down
Don't let me live a lie
Before my life flys by
I need you to slow me down

Sometimes I fear that I might dissapear
In the blur of fast forward I faulter again
Forgetting to breathe, I need to sleep
I'm getting nowhere

All that I've missed I see in the reflection
Passed me while I wasn't paying attention
Tired of rushing, racing and running
I'm falling apart

-slow me down : Emily Rossum-

I love her.. I think she is the face of innocence..

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This weekend has been quite a weekend..one of those weekends 'tanpa arah tujuan' yet filled with interesting activities and friends..

After a failed bike ride plan, I decided to cycle my normal route to work..and God that must have been one of the scariest things ive ever done in my life.. Imagine a huge piece of metal like a car passing at 80km/h and u, a flimsy frame 'terkedek kedek' at 10km/h.. The wind that gushes past u can really throw u off balance. So quarter way, after being shaken not stirred by the big ugly cars.. i decided to cycle around Desa Park City... which unsurprisingly was a pleasant place to cycle or even jog in for that matter.. Its like a local version of Wisteria Lane...

Back home... after a short nap ( been up since 4.30 with stomach cramps) I tackled the house like Domestic Goddess plus Monica Geller ..possessed by a broom and mop.. ON steroids...

lets just say there was a lot of dusting.. sweeping and mopping.. and not just my room.. but the whole house and i mean THE WHOLE F***ING HOUSE. Both floors.. all bedrooms AND kitchen....

Petang pulak melayan karenah budak budak hyper active... measuring rooms...calculating parameters.. answering questions and then a presentation about Moi by my 'anak murids'... :)
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Sunday was a relaxing day.. as my friend pointed out.. Hari Losers yang Lost... Breakfast at VP sambil chit chatting with kawan kawan lama.. and later in the day just hanging out at 'everyones favourite bookstore' reading ..surfing.. pointless activities.. yet cukup memuaskan hati.. you know how sometimes you need to pause on life ..just for a moment to see the bigger picture.. to see how it has turned out to be... like standing on top of a cliff to see the beautiful scenery below... Hari tanpa arah tujuan..

The day someone gave me sampoernas

I first read it here.. and then she did hers too..and since i think its so sweet, i decided to do it too..
So heres MY Ode to MHM
Why I love MHM?
1. His passion for his sport.. although sometimes ( if not always :-p) makes me come second in his life..i think its amazing how dedicated and how good he is in this activity of his..
2. I dont think ive ever told him this but i love the fact that he drives an old white Citroen wagon.. It gives him so much character ( Dont ask me how..) and it has such a big and roomy backseat.....
(for bikes and luggage okeyyy.... what were u thinking?....)
3. His open mindedness and how he supports me in whatever i want to do.. no matter how weird or different it could be.
4. The fact that we could be sitting in silence.. either engrossed in our books or just watching tv and i'd be totally comfortable and happy just having his pressence there .
5. His bon bons...hiks... im not really an ass-girl but hey some homosexual guy loves it (you gotta read his blog to understand this) and i think they're fabelicious too :-D

Things that wouldnt hurt if he did..
1. Drive more often. I miss riding in his white Citroen..
2. Tell me when something's wrong. I wouldnt mind a spanking or two..(*touches finger to lips* auuuuwww...... Calm down boys ..lets keep this blog U-rated :-P ) if i did something wrong. Id rather him tell me than keep it inside..
3. Dont stress him self so much over work... and overdo his exercises...coz its bad for his health ..isnt it?
4. Realized that I love him to bits and teeny weeny pieces

Things i think he wished i did more or did less..
1. Tell him every single thing on my mind.. ridiculous or not.. to every single detail. I think it confuses him sometimes...
2. To stop saying " Wake up Champ! Wake up!" when he's tired or sleepy because its getting old.. 3. To not ruin his new books before he even reads them.
4. To stop smoking (sorry internal joke..;) )
5. To keep it coming with the latest gossips and dirt on people because even if he doesnt admit it.. he enjoys 'menjoyah' as much as i do ..hehe

I am the super multi tasker

My PC is famous for restarting on its own.
Every morning it has to warm up by rebooting twice before i can actually use the computer.
So there i was typing away .. doing a power point presentation...

La la la la la la...


*blip*

"huh?"

Tak save!!!

*points gun to head*
KARPLOWWWWWWWWWW

* brains splatter all over cubicle *

La la la Hari hari kerja

Kenapa aku suka hujan? Sebab hujan menyegarkan.
The air after the rain is the most delicous air to breathe in.ever.
Ia suci lagi menyucikan (Agama Tingkatan tiga?)
Dan band Hujan? kerana lagu lagu nya yang agak pelik. Sometimes a little depressing (eg.bila aku sudah tiada) tapi at the same time, unique. Tapi mungkin juga aku just jumping on the indi-pop bandwagon? Lebih lebih lagi dengan pertumbuhan pesat kumpulan kumpulan underground kebelakangan ini bak cendawan selepas hujan (no pun intended).
Tapi hari tu, buat pertama kalinya aku melihat kumpulan Meet Uncle Hussein membuat persembahan di Anugerah Bintang Popular Berita Harian (there was nothing else to watch.I dont subscribe to HBO, Star Movies etc), dan walaupon aku rasa lead vocalist kugiran itu sedikit macam mat-rempit-dengan-spekmatahitambesar-yang-hisap-ganja tapi I have to admit that their songs are quite catchy..
Bagaiku lumpuh tak mampu berdiri akuuuuuww tetap bewgeeeneeeee

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I was surfing this week's postsecrets when this caught my eye.

I cant really understand how people find comfort in reassurance from total strangers.
But then everyone has their vices,no?
Or it is just comforting to know that you are not the only one having a hard time?
That it is common? That it has happened to everyone?
but than again, isnt that even more demeaning?
That you're no longer special?
No?