Serious Scribbles & Silly Sayings

Shop is Launched!

2010-12-14T01:01:00.003+08:00

So.

My last post asked that you watch this space for news.

And here it is! The shop is all ready!

Our little online boutique is called Danau Designs, and we just launched it last weekend. It's tiring work, but fun.

At first, it was a little depressing to be shopping all the time but getting nothing for myself. But after awhile, I thought, "Shopping is shopping right?".

Right now the store has a small collection of tops, bottoms, dresses, shoes and accessories, but it'll grow once I make the time for hunting. I have to keep reminding myself that although I like fashion, my own personal style is not exactly mainstream, so just because I find something that I wouldn't wear/use, there a lot of people that might. So that few hours of hunting with my sister in Bandung was a good experience.

That said, I should introduce you to the stars of our store.

These are the Twist and Tie dresses. It's something that you can wear in a lot of different ways, depending on your mood or inspiration. Although we know quite a bit of ways to tie these babies up, we're pretty sure that there are some out there that we haven't figured out yet. And it's fun finding out. :D

What I've gathered from people who come to the store (yes, we're mainly an online store, but we do have a physical store for people to come in. I'll explain why in a bit) is that some people are a little bit intimidated by this garment. Maybe because they feel that having to think of how to style it a little bit of a hassle, as opposed to just putting on a shirt and walking out the door.

Here's what I say. It's no different than looking into your closet and trying to match pieces to make an outfit. :) With the Twist & Tie, it IS a wardrobe on its own. Looking at it is like looking at all the skirts, and tops and dresses that you own. So once shouldn't be intimidated. One should be psyched! Each time I look at my Twist & Ties, I wonder what new outfit I'll uncover. :D

So, with that, we've included How Tos to give you a general idea on how the Twist & Tie can be worked. They're really basic, these, and with a little creativity, you could end up with a totally different look - with only 1 extra knot put in the right place. :)

So, that's the big news. :) Quitting my job to do this full-time was a little scary, but I was at that point where if I didn't do it then, I'd have been stuck in a rut, not knowing when to let go. Growing up hurts. :P

But even though I'm liking it so much, there are good and bad days. Enjoying fashion does not equal fashionable, so my choices of pieces might make me seem like an idiot, but who cares. Someone out there must share my tastes. :P I just need to figure out how to reach out to them.

(Re)Introduction

2010-11-08T15:41:00.000+08:00

Right.

Let us address the elephant in the room shall we?

My absence of close to 2 years.

I realised that towards the end of my last blogging period, there were a lot of gripes and complaints. It didn't feel good to come back and read all that negativity, and I didn't want to continue posting such bleak proses. So I thought a break was just what this place needed.

In my absence, a lot has happened. Let us not dwell.

Let us instead anticipate the future! Oh, and what there is to anticipate. :D

I've just started a new project.

Clothing.

My (not so) newfound love of sewing and jewelery/accessory-making gave me the idea that I should make money from it all. It seems that it isn't as easy as pie when you want to do it on a slightly larger scale than the making-1-selling-1-making-2-selling-2 template that I had used before I graduated. Lots of things to learn, but hey, at least I'm having fun in the process. :D

So watch this space for more details.

John Mayer - Stop This Train

2009-03-27T15:20:00.002+08:00

There are 3 reasons why I'm sharing this particular video with you.

First, because I think that this man has definitely improved as a performer.

Second, this song sums up what I feel about life right now. The train keeps moving no matter how much I want it to slow down so I can see the sights.

Third, this man is hot.

Enjoy. :)

I. Don't. Like. Pain.

2009-03-23T23:59:00.002+08:00

Waiting is hell.

Especially when what you're waiting for is your period.

Certain parts of my anatomy are... not feeling their best.

I wish it would just get here so the torment will be over.

And anticipate the next.

*sigh*

PS: I just realised something. I'm brushing my teeth a lot more than usual these days.

New Books To Read

2009-03-13T13:15:00.002+08:00

I've recently picked up Neil Gaiman's books, and I have to say I'm enjoying them thoroughly.

It's a good thing that The Boy has a whole bunch of books at his disposal, which in turn allows them to be in my disposal *laughs*. In truth, I haven't been hanging out in bookstores much lately, so this newfound treasure trove gives me the smileys.

I read Coraline, apparently a children's book (though I would not impose this book on ANY child, seeing how creeped out I was after reading it) and thought that it was a very good read. :D I'm in the midst of Anansi Boys, and only after reading it halfway through do I find it interesting (I mention this to The Boy, at which point he says "You have to read American Gods first la!". Hmmph. Now he tells me.) There are a few other books by Gaiman lying around, so I'm thinking I'll go through his whole collection.

One series of books that I never thought I'd read is the Warhammer 4000. Now, I'll read anything that's well written, really, but this? We shall have to see. The Boy has been pushing me to read it since... sometime ago.

We'll let it wait.

I'm learning to pace my reading, so I don't end up with no books at all by the end of the week.

Hi. My Name Is Haizum.

2009-03-04T16:36:00.003+08:00

And I am a sugar addict.

I read an article about sugar addiction just a little while ago and it occurred to me, how bad a sugar junkie I really am.

Massy only mentioned the words "chocolate cake" and, I kid you not, I started salivating.

I don't even remember having any dessert this week (I've limited myself to 3 [OH ALRIGHT, 2 DAMMIT!] a week), but apparently, I have. I don't know if that's my infamously goldfish-like memory at work, or the fact that I'm in denial.

Scary.

Whenever I admit to having an addiction to sugar, it was always accompanied with a sheepish laugh. Probably because I thought it was a ridiculous thing to be addicted to, and it shouldn't even be an issue. Apparently it is. :S

This article mentions things about this particular addiction, which aren't any different from those mentioned if you were talking about alcohol or cocaine. Again, scary.

Fortunately, I've gotten my self a Sugar Monitor. I am able to sway him sometimes to give me more leeway when it comes to chocolates, but he does this thing that makes me a little guilty about doing it. So we'll see how well this arrangement works out. :D

Wish me luck.

PS: If you want to know more about sugar addiction, A Look Inside Sugar Addiction is a good place to hang around.

I Am Nomad

2009-03-02T02:45:00.002+08:00

The past couple of months have been taxing.

I think I've only slept in my own room a handful of times. Other nights I'm kidnapped and bunking at one place or another.

Fun.

But tiring. :S

Hopefully, sometime soon I'll have more stuff to talk about.

Right now, the bed calls.

It's All Good

2009-02-18T10:59:00.002+08:00

I guess I stayed away longer than I thought I would. I can't say as of yet if it's good to be back, but I'm sure everybody will make me feel welcome in no time, seeing how wonderfully supportive all of you are. :D

I don't know if I've mentioned before the reason I decided to step back from my blog. I found that I was posting gripes one too many times. I told myself that I wouldn't come back unless I had something cheerful to say. :)

And so there is.

The past weeks have been so shisha-hugs-laughter filled that I find it hard to resent the fact that I'm not back home.

Things shift, some scary, most make me happy.

It's all good. :)

Clean Energy Please, This One Doesn't Qualify

2009-01-13T15:41:00.004+08:00

Greetings, earthlings. :)

I return to you today, to bring a serious issue forward.

I'm not sure how many of you know about the fact that there has been a proposal to put up a coal-fired power plant here in Sandakan. Something like 200+ hectares of mangrove area will need to be cleared out.

Wait a minute. Did I say "proposed"? My bad.

It's already on the works. Mangroves cleared out. Heavy machinery already being put to work.

Apparently, the fact that humble Sandakan has been chosen as they site of this plant is supposed to be a source of pride for the residents here. At least that's the line upper echelons in the local government here have been touting.

Let's look at this bizarre notion carefully for a little while.

The people of Lahad Datu had already rejected the proposal, before having it passed onto the people of Sandakan. People of power (let us not name names, but if you know it, remember it and be wary) accepted their reasoning. But once the people here did the same, they were brushed off as if they didn't know what was good for them. Please.

The fact that the site is already up, even with the EIA report unfinished speaks volumes of the lack of integrity these people have.

This technology is practically obsolete, not to mention the environmentally suicidal. The magnitude of waste it produces is so alarming (and properly documented, at that) that it invited speculation on our leaders' mental capacity. Do they not read? Do they not know that there are other, more technologically advanced, and more importantly environmentally friendly alternatives? Wind, solar, biofuel. Come on, work with me here people.

On the same note, Sandakan has already been crowned the Nature City. What does it say about the "people of power" here that they let an environmental monstrosity be housed here?

Right beyond that hill, in the first picture, is a village called Bambangan. Right. Beyond. That. Hill. Picture this. Waking up early in the morning, stretching the night aches away. You take a deep breath and you smell... acrid smoke. Imagine spending you're whole life being neighbours with one of those factories that chug out poison as rule.

Another reason residents of the little village is hard pressed to feel proud of the project is the fact that the site is directly on their water catchment area. Or, their now non-existent water catchment area. The plant isn't even up yet, and already it's devastating affects to the surrounding residences are felt.

As of now, there are 30 odd NGOs involved in a move against the plant here in Sandakan. Repeated dialougues (shown on tv, although not live: surprise surprise) have been had with those of the opposite side, with the people asking for justifications. Their answer? An offhanded reply saying that if the Coal Plant isn't what they want, then all one has to do is suggest other options. Obviously, they seem to suffer from selective brain processes.

Recently, some members of these NGOs went for a site visit. RTM came along. A resident formthe village was interviewed, expressing his sadness over the destruction of their water catchment area, citing that it also held importance as a place of ritual; couples to be married would be bathed in the water, probably for luck. As they came to the entrance of the site, they were barred from entering.

I'll admit, on a personal note, that Sandakan does suffer from repeated blackouts, sometimes for hours at a time. But I would rather be groping around in the dark once in awhile than see the place of my birth be destroyed in the long run. And again I say, a coal plant is not the only option that we have. If we need to take more time to find better options, then I say, we take it. Cause once the coal plant comes to be, then our time might as well BE up.

If you'd like to know more about this matter, visit SaveSandakan.com or read this nose-thumbing letter by a concerned citizen.

Choose life.

I'm Off

2008-10-14T13:23:00.001+08:00

Taking a long break from blogging.

A very long break.

Inspired

2008-09-21T19:38:00.002+08:00

Always it trembles when my eyes are closed,
My stomach churns,
My hands feel cold.

All around me eyes filled with fear,
In search for Calm that doesn't appear.

Frantic murmurs of prayers are heard,
Appeal of heart, soul and word,
Few things evoke such diligence,
As when in a plane through turbulence.

Here I Go Again

2008-09-21T13:01:00.005+08:00

What is it about this airport that always makes me blog?

Probably the fact that I have to come here a gazillion years before my boarding time. Yeah, that might be it.

Yes, folks. I'm heading back to Sandakan for the Eid holidays (they only gave us a week, but, being me, I extended it to 2 :D). I can already smell the food.

I can also feel the weight I'm going to gain. :D We shall see if I can control myself this time around (I wouldn't bet too much on myself).

I haven't slept. This always happens when I'm heading back home. Probably because I'm too excited. :D Excitement is good. Gets the juices flowing. My gastric juices, more than others. Did I mention I can already smell the food?

Okay, this kid in front of me is throwing a tantrum. Screaming his lungs out. Hitting his mom's head. It looks painful. His throat, and her head. :S

Yeah.

Home.

Here I come. :)

For God's Sake, I Want Cake!

2008-09-16T23:29:00.004+08:00

I had a craving for something sweet about half an hour ago so I went to raid one of God's gift for food addicts : the fridge.

What I found there made me think twice about my plan to maintain my weight.

This is what I found:

Mooncake.

Chocolate cake.

Kek lapis (layered cake?).

Chocolate cupcake.

*fans herself*

What's a girl to do with a fully-sugar stocked fridge??

This isn't helping my aforementioned plan any. It's 2 weeks away from Eid. What if I look like a whale in the family pictures?? Nooo! That cannot happen.

[Vanity Overrides Hunger]

*ahem*

That is to say, I chose only 1 of the 4 to munch on. :P

Pressure Me This

2008-09-07T14:32:00.004+08:00

After years of studying, you'd think that I would learn to actually do assignments well before the due date, instead of opting for late nights and stress all around.

I have tried, don't get me wrong. But the ones I start early are given up on halfway through. For no other reason but having too much time do it. I don't know if any of this makes sense to everybody else, but somehow with my genetic make-up, it works.

I'm guessing this reflects on my life in general. Having too much time on my hands makes me lethargic. In these instances, sometimes I'm too desperate for something to do, that I cook up things that get me into trouble.

1) I almost burnt my bathroom down once. I soaked cotton balls with nail polish remover and lit them on fire. I wanted to see what would happen with the alcohol (most nail polish removers have this as one of the ingredients, if not all) when burnt. I was 12.

2) I was lucky I didn't get shards of glass tearing through my flesh, when I was 10. They used to sell these firecrackers the size of a match, but really packed a punch. My cousin and I lit them up, put them inside glass bottles and stood around to watch as the bottles burst. We were standing not 10 feet away. Lucky ass.

3) I was bored one day (this happened when I was younger than 10 I think, I don't quite remember my exact age) and decided to rummage through my parents dresser drawers to see if I could find anything interesting. I found my dad's razor. I shaved my sideburns. I looked like an idiot. AND I sliced my index finger open. :D

These days, I don't get into so much physical trouble. Just the odd VERY late assignments. Canceled outings (cause I'd been spending too much time in front of my computer or in bed, that I'm just too lazy to get out of it when the time to go out comes by) and having my friends think I've gone hermit. Cutting class for the same reason. Splurging on books that are way out of my budget and having to eat bread for the next 3 weeks. :D

Ah well.

3 assignments due next week. 1 presentation on Monday.

Progress with any of them?

No.

Ah. Pressure. Lovely. :)

Happy 24th Me!

2008-09-03T23:42:00.002+08:00

Ah well.

Another year, come and gone.

Another year older, but I'm not so sure I'm any the wiser.

Does being wise mean knowing the definite difference between right and wrong? Or realising that there are far more shades of gray between the two that would make a painter piss in his pants?

Why do all these seemingly unanswerable questions come to me whenever it's time for me to get used to writing a different number in my "age" column? Is it an unwritten rule somewhere that people have to ponder life's mysteries when their birthday is around?

Well, now that's out of the way.

Let me tell you how incredibly sad my birthday was. :)

Firstly, a few hours before it was officially my birthday, I got the feeling that I was going to be ill. Shivers. Stinging eyes. Weak.

So I went to bed at appallingly early 8.30pm. The fan was operating on "1" (you know that dial that you twiddle with to control the speed) and I was shivering. I think a bunch of people sent me text messages and called to wish me a happy birthday when the clock struck 12. But I was too out of it. Thankfully the fever broke sometime in the wee hours of the morning.

I do remember one phone call from a friend in India and he was quite surprised that I was asleep at that time. When I told him I was sick, his exact words were "On your birthday? That's pathetic!". So there you go. Wonderful start.

I'd planned on a birthday dinner a few day before. I was all giggly happy to see my friends. And then it started.

One cancelled.

And another.

And another.

And another.

And the last.

*sigh*

A birthday girl ponders what to do when her birthday dinner entourage is ZERO.

I'd already given up when my cousin called. So we went out for sushi. :D

How was YOUR 24th?

I. Want. Peace.

2008-08-27T06:18:00.003+08:00

I can't understand why I've been neglecting my blog when I'm spending so much time online these days.

Wait. No. I do.

I don't know what it is, exactly, but I have this... little ball of turmoil somewhere inside me. I don't know why it's there. Nothing even remotely bad has happened. In fact, things are looking up, if anything. So, really, I don't get it.

I've been posting half-assed things (actually, less than half-assed by the looks of my previous post) just to post something. *sigh*

The words aren't flowing. My catharsis is blocked. Something's plugged it. I don't know what! Maybe it's cause I haven't had my cup of Starbucks' Sig Hot Chocolate in awhile. Or maybe cause my room's a mess. Or it could be the fact that a pair of my flip-flops are ruined. Maybe it's all these little things adding up.

Oh well. Ramadhan is coming up. One hears about this month lifting worries and pouring blessings and what have you on everybody. Let's hope this year is mine.

Not Again

2008-08-21T15:51:00.001+08:00

*sigh*

What is it about men that screws up my head? What is it about that ONE particular man?

Smile While Love Above

2008-08-12T13:04:00.004+08:00

I was over at my cousin's, and as always, our discussions about the serious side of life always happens during our shisha sessions (try saying that 10 times really fast!).

It came to a point where we talked about how we coped with the difficult times in our lives. She showed me a book of hers, a collection of quotes from people in her life and some that she'd read around. It reminded me of the ones I used to have when I was younger.

A lot of you may not know this (or any of you at all, really), but I used to write poems. Before I thought of the keyboard as an extension of my fingers, I was a real pen and paper kind of girl. I had notebooks lying around everywhere in my room (mostly cause I couldn't find the ones I had, so I went and bought a new one, only to find it a few days after!) so I could write down whatever it was I was thinking about. It was fun. I fancied myself creative. :P I don't know what happened but it stopped around the time I graduated high school. Maybe my infamous lazy-phase caught up with me. But I miss it. I'll have to try my hand and rhyming again. :)

Anyhow, that wasn't the point. The point is that, I remembered that I only ever wrote my poems when I was suffering. Apparently, I was one of those people who only ever found their creative streak when they're in pain. I was a little pissed at myself at not being able to spout poetic whenever I had something I was really happy about. This, from a person who thrives on laughter. I wasn't exactly proud of having my best works *ahem* come out infused with misery. No, I wasn't happy at all.

Anytime I tried to write something happy, it always came out corny. Imagine a teeny-bopper song. That's exactly what it would sound like. So, no go.

I tried looking for my earlier works, but I found out I hadn't saved any of them at all. I'm sure they're somewhere in my house back in Sandakan, under a mountain of dust. We moved around a lot see. And I'm too scared of spiders to go through the boxes in the store. :) We'll see what I can come up with, and whether or not I feel they're good enough to post. But considering how happy-smiley I am these days, I'll probably come up with a ton of sappy poems to please Hanson circa 97. Things like the title of this post *rolls eyes*.

Loser!

2008-08-05T10:40:00.002+08:00

I got a call from a friend last night, and he asked "So what've you been up to? Painting the town red?".

Far from it.

Since I've been back in KL, my daily itinerary has been made of mainly 3 things. Class, reading, and shisha. On weekends and no-class days, I do my reading and shisha, right here in Paya's place (Yes, folks, no class today!).

He asks, somewhat incredulously, "What, no clubbing?".

No.

"No dates?"

No.

"You know, you've got the wrong love in your life".

By which he means the reading and the shisha.

The whole time I was having this conversation, Paya was doing her homework, and as soon as I hung up, I asked her if she thought we were losers. *chuckles*

"Of course we're not. We're just content".

*sigh* Should I be worried? A fun-loving, young person like myself, who, for the past week, has opted to stay home (or sometimes Paya's home *ahem*) and read, forsaking a few movie dates and clubbing invitations by friends. Maybe I'm just still a little depressed about being back here in KL.

Teeny Weeny Bikini

2008-07-30T01:09:00.004+08:00

Ah finally.

I've been trying to log on for the past few days. Patience is not my strong suit, so after a few tries (each time, mind you) I gave up. Lady luck seems to be on my side tonight. :D

The connection has been below par as of late. -_- I can't watch any videos online, my emails are taking forever to load and it's putting a kink in my blogging (which I have to admit has been pretty kinked for the past couple of months. :D). Anyhow, all is well. :D

My arms hurt like a b*itch. Why? Cause I spent half an hour today swimming laps in my cousins place.

Yes, people. Acom is again trying her hand at the whole get fit business. If you recall, earlier this year, I mentioned that I'd started jogging. See the problem with jogging is that it's not very anatomically friendly to those of us who are well-endowed, if you get my drift. *sigh* Good thing my cousin's moved to KL, and she has a pool at her place!

I was so revved up that I bought a swimsuit today, that cost me RM69. A bargain if you consider that I got it from Roxy. :D It was on a 70% discount. I'd been trying to find ones that could... uhh... support me, so to speak, but I hadn't had any luck, until today! I bought swimming goggles as well. So I had my gear ready. Off we went home, and while my dear cousin toiled away doing her homework, I hi-ho'ed myself to the pool. Felt a little self-conscious, but I just kept in mind that I had to lose the 4 kilos I gained while I was back home so I could fit in my jeans nicely again. :D

I'm getting my shisha fix almost daily these days, cause I bought one of them cute little hookahs (or bongs, if you prefer, but "bong" has such a negative connotation to it) and stashed it, again, in my cousin's place. :D Yes, it is my second home. In fact, I've spent more time there in the past 2 weeks than I have here in my room!

Ah, the bed beckons. Morning class tomorrow. Back again to the life of a student.

The Return

2008-07-21T02:35:00.004+08:00

A VERY long hiatus.

But here I am, back again in this pseudo-black hole that is KL. :)

Notice, that is a smile.

My return here isn't so bleak, since this time around my cousin is here too. In fact, I just came back from a shisha session with her.

Yes, people.

No longer will I spend countless hours in front of the computer at night, trying desperately to kill time. I have a hang out buddy now. :D

I leave you with a riddle:

What goes tek tek dee?

PS: Yes, I blog hop again, these days. :D

Isolation Vacation

2008-07-03T15:35:00.002+08:00

Well.

Apparently, whenever I'm back home for a vacation, I tend to abandon any and all form of communication to the outside world.

The phone line has been taken care of for me though. Maxis is evidently going through... something that's keeping the lines here in Sabah (or then again, it might only be in here in Sandakan, I'm not sure about other places) well... sucky. No calls in or out. You're lucky if you get a text message through. So, yes, I have an excuse. If any of you have been trying to call me or leaving me messages, I'm not getting any of it.

And the Net. Ah, the Net. Obviously, there's nothing wrong with our connection here, but there seem to be a lot more stuff to do around here (even though most of the time I juggle between reading, watching tv and bugging my brother). I just don't feel the pathological urge to turn on my laptop all the time, as is the case when I'm in KL. I must be getting healthier here. :D

Speaking of bugs, the mosquitoes here are monsters I tell you. Literally, they're blood-sucking monsters. They're definitely on top of my Never-Have-Never-Will Miss Things About Home. And so many of them. Just yesterday, 3 of them were feeding happily away on my arm. AT THE SAME TIME. Geez.

It's getting to that time where I start feeling the heat (or the depression, rather) of returning to that black hole that's KL. God. Just a few minutes ago, my brother was here in my room, and out of nowhere I said "I don't want to go back there" and he burst out laughing. Crap. I can't spend my final days of vacation being depressed. HAPPY. That's what we should be. :D

Anyhow, my sister just came back from the office and she mentioned Milo Fuzz. Yum. :D Bye folks!

2008-06-11T12:27:00.004+08:00

Hey people.

I'm at Starbucks so I'll be able to be online for a a bit, though I won't have much time cause I'm supposed to meet a friend for lunch in half an hour.

Man, I'm busier NOW during my vacation than when I had classes.

Daily schedule:

5:55am - Send niece to school.
9:15am - Send sister to shop.
9:30am - 1pm - Free time (which isn't exactly free since I have to do some research for my sister...)
1:15pm - Pick niece up from school.
1:35pm - Cook lunch for niece.
2pm - 8:30pm - Free time (Again, not so free... This is where I do errands around the house)
8:30pm - Pick sister up from shop.

I am adamant that I don't drive downtown after that. I make my friends pick me up. :D I mean come on! I'm driving around town the whole day, what with the ridiculous petrol prices bordering extortion, I DESERVE to get chauffeured around. :D

I might be able to blog a bit more while I do this thing for my sis, but we'll see. No promises. I thank everybody who still checks in once in awhile. :D I won't have time to blog hop though, so I apologize if you haven't seen me around spamming... err... commenting on your posts. :D

Cheerio!

Time Count : 25 Hours

2008-06-03T04:39:00.003+08:00

That's how long I've been without sleep.

I pulled an all niter (okay, it probably wouldn't constitute as an all niter, since I woke up at 3am) for my paper yesterday. I'm happy to report that it went well. :D

I'd planned to take a nap once I got home, before cleaning up a bit and packing, but that didn't happen. I was too excited. :D As soon as I got home, I turned my laptop on and proceeded to tell anybody who would listen that I was free. And coming home. :D

It bothers me a little that I've gone this long without sleep, especially on my flight back. I know as soon as I get home, I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs to announce my arrival, and promptly fall asleep as soon as I step into my room. I'd be lucky if I made it up to my bed. (Did I tell you guys that I have one of those loft beds from Ikea? I don't think climbing up those steps is good for the health of someone in my position).

So here I am, in Coffee Bean, sipping my cup of tea (called Tropical Passion. It smells luscious. I definitely recommend). My brain was so numb that I actually couldn't order. All I said to the person at the counter was "I need tea. Hot. Surprise me." She looked a little panicky. I'm guessing that's something you just don't say to a barista. I don't know. I needed tea.

This is an embarrassment. I didn't charge my batteries. For my camera I mean. *sigh* Else you could see the craters under my eyes. I could use my phone but it wouldn't do any justice.

Okay. I'm going to surf.

If you don't see me the next few days, I'm probably making up for the lack of sleep. Wish me luck. :D

Away Again!

2008-05-27T17:38:00.003+08:00

People I am so sorry about the lack of posts, again!

I have been uber busy, running errands and getting stuff for people back home AND with all these last minute meets with friends, I'm just pooped the moment I get back home!

Just know that I am very excited and happy and all that jazz. :D I like.

Call me Tomato.