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noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Fri, 10 Sep 2010 01:36:42 PDT

And......... Im finally able to log in to this blog to tell you i deleted my tumblr site and have a new blogger site.

Reasons being:
1.I dont really get tumblr, which constrains any form of commenting/chatbox.
2.Reblogging. It is an excellent reason to be lazy and is slowly killing off any possible form of creative matter which ever exists or could ever exist in myself.
3.My old blogs have always been too deep and emo. I need to bid goodbye to the whiny teenager I was,quit blaming everything on morgan freeman and move on to be a proper adult (never REALLY going to achieve this- but at least the thought counts)
4. Maybe Im just too comfortable with blogger. besides, its new interfaces is pretty good!
5. Am just going to admit I am never really going to give up writing/ taking pictures.

So anyway, for chapter 2 - click here

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 05:35:39 PDT

Im trying to be as optimistic as a 22 year old should be.

Please keep your jaded wisdom away from me thank you.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Tue, 08 Jun 2010 15:05:36 PDT

Hmmm.

Lately I have been thinking and worrying far too much for my own good. I suppose being idle for a month after several crazy months makes one more susceptible to conjuring imaginary drama out of the air.

Ok anyway enough of the deep stuff. Better snap out it. Dont want to end up alone with 27 cats and 3 hamsters. After all, still a believer that good thoughts and intentions attract good things:)

Ok random snippets of life in this last month or so.

Realized my neighbour's house has two astro dishes wtf :(

Yep still staying at same place with the shy shy boy and small small girl. Happy to say that the obscene noises they make while making out are much lesser now. Maybe its because we have a new housemate now- a boy who is even more (if possible) shyer than the shy shy boy.

This one stares at your reflection on the floor while talking to you. @.@

Para lelaki, apakah dah jadi pada species kamu!

Went to Redang several weeks back (2nd time yay)

Me trying (with very little effort) to look thai. I think I nailed it, thanks to ethic looking dress.

brought a rubber ducky to the beach! just for the sake of it :)

Underwater cam (film) I bought in Sg wang at 39.9. Saw it at some blogstore going for 69.9 -____- ||

Unfortunately, forgot to buy film. Idoit.

Random toilet sign in Terengganu. wtf.

Super cute island kid who layaned me photographing his silly antics while his granny watched close by. hehe.

Poser.

A dog named baby. Friend's.

Came to a realization that toy poodles can look very chihuahua after getting shaved.

Came to another realization recently: I have scoliosis

This strange looking xray scan is mine.

Fortunately, nothing harmful about my condition.

Just need to do some exercise and check up once every half year.

The bf. Am now on a personal mission to teach him to be a better ah beng by giving him mandarin lessons. Since his vocabulary of mandarin never really quite took off beyond swearwords + wo ai ni. haha.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Sat, 05 Jun 2010 07:01:53 PDT

Come what may.

Everyone has different priorities, goals and aspirations.But lets not get ahead of ourselves. Lets not get too obsessed about getting what we want. Best to know that some sacrifices are worth it while some are not.

For now, I want to decide on matters that just feels right now, at this chapter of my life. I just want to be the best person I could be.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Wed, 26 May 2010 10:06:20 PDT

Bacccccck.

Tumblr kenot beat blogspot la. Anyway Im here again :)

So how am I?

Currently, am not working. Back to studying. At least for the next one or two months. Final hurdle, one last assignment to finish. For the love of morgan freeman, I'd better pass this last subject.

Part time study is not fun, there were days where i spend hours staring at pc at work (minimum -8 hours), get stuck in stupid after 5pm traffic (-1 hour minimum) come back home, eat (- 0.5 hours) , crash (-1 or -2 hours), wake up at stare at the pc some more in vain attempt to finish my assignments. Always ended up doing not much and msning classmates with msgs like "why do we do this to ourselves T.T" *

And they solemnly reply: "La, fuck. Have no choice"

*Repeat process for as many days necessary to finish work.

But heck, its over. Am relishing my new found freedom. Have successfully survived 23 days (and counting) with a daily itinerary of : Lazing around.

Awesome.
(-4 four days because i was at redang doing what I pretty well- being a beach bum)

I wish holidaying is a fulltime profession.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 02:34:32 PDT

Hi

http://mikeala-meikaylah.tumblr.com/

I have moved to tumblr for the moment.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 10:13:10 PST

Hi, I have amnesia, do I come here often?

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 13:06:17 PST

Consistency.

Recently I find myself slightly disturbed by the fact that my life is displaying a certain level of consistency that was hardly ever present. I mean, its good. Its safe. But somehow not right. I keep hearing a annoying little voice in my head going "not going to last. not going to last. not going ta."

Call me paranoid.

At least I dont have to worry my life will end up as interesting as the girl sitting in the next cubicle. I have only seen the woman don two types of colors in the last quarter of 2009 until now. Yes, black and white all through the festive seasons. Kinda says alot. Hmm.

Okayyy maybe I am being a little bias.

I mean, with the chaos happening around us, I suppose its good to know that somethings will still remain the same when you wake up tomorrow morning. So we come up with these little rituals to keep ourselves sane. Maybe for her, black and white clothes make her feel in control.

For me, I must always have milk in my fridge. The milk might be sitting there, untouched for days, but it makes me happy to know its there when I want some.

If only live cows were tiny enough to fit into a fridge.

#

So um, yeah. After many inconsistent posts, here I am writing an entry about, consistency. I dont even have a nice flow of words to channel my thoughts with. Wtf. Sorry ah, writing skills rusty. Urgent polishing needed.

Will post many pictures later! haha.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 00:25:14 PST

For The Win (FTW)

This is an actual complain and solution which one colleague of mine came up with for the employees feedback form. Talk about sarcasm!! haha.

Problem:
3.18-Distance between dining table and message board too narrow causing staff to always bump to the message board.

Solution:
To put up signage to remind staff. LPH (16/11/09)
(23/02/10)
Status: Pending

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 14:00:15 PST

Ja-Ja-Jaaa-Jaded.

I printscreened this sometime back for keepsakes, only to stumble upon this today while organizing my lappie. We were just talking nonsense.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 01:48:09 PST

Good stuff.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 02:49:59 PST

Roomie.

Dedicated to my roomie, who loves to steal my favourite pieces of clothing and tries to look all innocent about it. Btw that lace top is mine.

But its ok, at least you help with the laundry. I hate doing laundry, the washing machine and clothes line always seem to be hogged by the small small girl and the shy shy boy. I am still figuring how two people can amass such huge amount of laundry within such a short period of time. Maybe its the overly padded bras (sponge absorbs water ma). Hmm.

Btw all taken with my new potrait lense :)

Btw check this out
What can I say..Fashion+Photography= <3

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 09:23:13 PST

You and I are going to have a big love affair and it won't work but somewhere in the middle my god, we tried.

The couple that was sitting next to me and my sis at esquire's kitchen were having a really awkward date :/

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 11:30:22 PST

*credits*

Hypocrite, defined.

She advised me

"we should NEVER EVER curse someone. according to my religion, its not good"

*pause*

"once, i cursed someone. and they ended up in a serious car crash the next week. so dont let me curse anyone, or else it will not be pretty"

Liar, defined

She confessed "im not good at lying. i never lied in my whole life"

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 13:33:21 PST

The first week.

I havent been expressing myself as much/as clearly/ as often as I can here as I did in the past, sorry. I guess I was busy, doing things I assumed were important at that moment and time, that I took less pictures with my phone (kinda hard to stalk ppl with a fat DSLR) , ran around trying to please everyone with my limited capability, tried to do too many things with too little time.. that I suppose I kinda overlooked myself.

Andd.... I landed myself in hospital, which costed the company $2500 a night. Good thing for the insurance, i stayed for a night.

(pretty nice, I had my own room because I didnt want to have awkward conversations with strangers. I am not a very sociable person even under normal circumstances, apatah when Im sick. Much to my surprise my room came with a bathroom, a wardrobe, dressing table and sofa too. Private hospitals these days surprise me much. I think the only thing missing was hot doctors ala gray's anatomy/nip and tuck. Nontheless, thank you insurance! :))

It started with a bad case of stomach ache. Which lead to three clinic visit, and 2 hospitals trips. I was then asked to fast for more than 20 hours, poked with several needles, and given four packets of IV. I then had a tube shoved down my esophagus and my uterus checked through ultrasound (takde kaitan langsung wtf) THEN, they finally declared that it was a severe case of gastritis. Why the medications werent working up to then, was because I took food poisoning medicine prior to the gastric attack. To add to the irony, they then told me the gastric was caused by too much spicy food.

I am ok now by the way, taking a looong break from work. So now all Im obsessing about is

1) not being able to eat spicy/deep fried food for a month.
2) spongebob season 1 which my sister just downloaded- in a mandarin.
3) a certain sherlock holmes
4) why avatar figurines given in happy meals are overdressed as opposed to their near naked counterparts in the movie?!
5) comparing the differences between the news reports about the burnings on tv tiga, malaysia kini and sms-es from my holy uncle. Huge discrepancy!
6) goddamnit I need a new template for blogger
7) and a new profile picture for facebook

No pictures since I promised myself no productivity for a week.
Ciao.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 10:54:44 PST

This time next year.

I didnt receive any material gifts this year. Not one. Although I did celebrate Christmas and went through all the congestion associated with it. But in many ways, things have sorted themselves rather wonderfully so, and that itself is the best gift I can get and probably have gotten in many years.

Given my old self many many years back, I'd be more delirious, more enthusiastic about what the future holds. But I am 28+3 days closer to being 22 (Hint not intended) And although sometimes I dont feel much of an adult- more like a half baked potato in a sea of over cooked ones, I know enough to understand that there is a difference on how I view happiness now and then.

I guess I grew more wary about matters. Realize how fragile the foundations of everything we hold dear to can be. I only hope that this time next year,perhaps with a different situation or a different reason, I can be as contented as I am now, at this moment.

Surely that isnt an over ambitious resolution to make.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 10:20:15 PST

Presence.

The sheer lack of solid ground, the twisted turns and constantly having people flitting in and out of ones life- it is interesting, but also very tiring. Recently, I often find myself standing up against so many older, more eloquent and educated people - in an area in which im not even familiar with to begin with- it just feels like I am asking too much of myself. Telling people how old I actually am, sometimes makes things worst- I see eyebrows raised and people trying to take advantage of my so called lack of experience.. in well, everything.

Non the less, thank you for being there for me for the past month or two. The time when I came down with a cold, you came to my place when I wasnt around and left me a note with instructions as to how to find and use the vitamin C pills and tissues which was stashed in your coat pockets. Each time I had a bad day at work, all I had to do was to give you a call, and you will be there. Instead of ciggie breaks, we'd go for ice cream or slurpee breaks. Sometimes I dont talk, and just stare off into blank space while trying not to think about, anything. Instead I let you talk. Sometimes, I just rant on and on, and for some reason you find my rants amusing - even when I wasnt even trying to be funny.

Thank you for never trying to give unwanted advice, for never asking me awkward questions I have no answers to, for holding me back when I nearly lashed out at the 7/11 worker when I was pissy and frustrated after freshly getting out of an argument with a bull headed ego person. I confess, yes- I hardly lose my temper, but when I do, it can get really reallyyy ugly.

I guess you were just there when I really needed someone to be there. And I really appreciate that so much. At least you didnt send me a sms after a week asking me about how I am..and then talking about the weather, when there was so many more things to talk about under the sun (no pun intended)

Ps: Kekawanku, I know the pic above is highly irrelevant to the post and is blurry. But then again, nothing I have seems relevant. Hence the vain pic. Btw that is my sis.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 08:28:56 PST

.

If making mistakes freaks us out to the point where we are too afraid to take even the smallest chance anymore..... :(

Its okay.
Life still goes on after a blunder.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 12:33:07 PST

Its always something...

that's holding one back. We complain we dont have enough time, enough money or enough determination. If the above three reasons dont quite fit, we can always blame it on your parental units. Once you find the cause of why you never get things done, you must then proceed to dramatically roll your eyes and point your middle finger in the general direction of morgan freeman.

I have met so many people in their late 20's and early thirties, lamenting about how "old" they are. And telling me (the young one wtf) that the future is brighter for the youth, and that I should seize the day and do happfying, worthwhile things with my life.

And I ask. surely 20 something aint too old to go after what you want? As long as the will is there, surely there is a way?

And with dejected faces, they insist they are old and scoff at my so called nativity.

Do you hold hands with your husband when you go grocery shopping?
No, we're too old for that.
Do you wear high heels that make you feel like you can take on the world?
No, too old for that too.
Do you still hang out with friends til late at night?
No, too old for that.
Do you still watch cartoons?
No, too old for that too.

Next thing you know, they tell you they dont have sex anymore because they are too old and boring for it as well T_T But really, I dont wanna know. Too much info.

It scary and sad to see how early one has just, well- give up. Its as though after they get a job, they bottled all their aspirations, dreams and hope into a jar, and stashed it somewhere at the top of their cupboard. And once in awhile, they would pick up the jar,gently brush of the dust off it, and stare at it as though it was a piece of their past. After that, they would gently place the jar back into the top of the cupboard and head back off to finish off their knitting on their favorite rocking chair.

I dont want to grow up to be one of them. Young. Jaded. Repressed. Bitter. And oh so determined to make themselves miserable.

Each time they go about their lost chances, I feel the urge to tell them to smash the damn jar. Its not too late. Its never too late. Obligations and responsibilities will always be there. You will never be free of what you are expected to give back as a child, a lover and a member of this so called goddamned civilized society (peer pressure)

You can procrastinate or fail as many times as you want, but please dont give up just like that. Even grandmas can learn to rap.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 11:08:15 PST

Unphotographable

This is a picture of a little girl who had on a simple t shirt, short pants and a pair of traditional red clogs. She looked like she belonged in a classroom of primary one kids. It was dinner time at a hawker center which was located near a lrt station. The place was packed and yet the girl was sitting on a wooden stool, in a dark corner, washing the dishes alone.

I swore I lost all my appetite then. People should never learn to breed unless they are perfectly capable of providing a happy childhood.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 02:39:23 PST

6+ 31 days to the new year.

There a certain sense of surrealism when you look back into the past, or perhaps its just me. But in the recent one year, my reality has lost more stability than it ever had before. As much as I like to think that a person's path is chosen by themselves, but there are some things, some places and yes, some people that we seem naturally inclined to cross paths with, and there really isnt anything we can do about it.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 12:00:24 PST

(not taken by me)

18/11/2009

I didnt want the lights to turn green. All I wanted to do was to keep holding on.
I just didnt know how.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 07:36:03 PST

Things people talk about at work.

From: mei.kay
Sent: Thursday, November 12, 2009 2:23 PM
To: aaron
Subject: Resignation Letter

hmmm hows this

Dear boss,

Please regard this email as my official tender of resignation. The (insert the amount of time you worked at ur company) years/months/hours spent under your supervision was the worst (insert the amount of time you worked at ur company) of my life. I however, wish you the best in life. and hope you can find a dedicated staff equal to myself as a replacement.

Thanks for your kind attention =)

Regards

(insert name)

From: aaron
Sent: Thursday, November 12, 2009 11:31 AM
To: mei.kay
Subject: RE: Back at work.. sigh

Haha... if I go back to ipoh and not go back home, is kinda not nice right.. prolly if I go for a day also, I'll stop by la. LIfe in ____ sucks... everyday..

Ps.. do u have any sample resignation letters?

______________________________________________________

Note: This is as far as I can go about talking about work here.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 03:26:44 PST

Communication Breakdown.

When people talk about conversations, they talk about-wavelength. They talk about frequency. I used to have a better reception of what you had in mind. And now, all I get is static. I strongly suspect, in the end, I would just give up trying to decipher white noise.

But I really dont want to turn the dial yet.
Im just not ready.

noreply@blogger.com (mickey) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 10:21:03 PST

Pout.

Dear Morgan Freeman,
Let me get this right, for once.