Sunday, 24 January 2010

Anxious heart - what a noob title

I miss Kevin so damn much, it's driving me nuts.

Hehe, I've just remembered how I tried on his gym shirt. It's sleeveless and meant to show off his muscles. I wore it just to prove to him it's a tank top for girls. [He agreed it could very well be.]

I miss him. Argh!

Friday, 22 January 2010

Nightmare

I've been skipping most of my classes for the last 2 weeks. I woke up this morning, having skipped yet another class and decided to blog about my nightmare.

I was sitting comfortably on concrete, high above the lush green fields and glistening ponds. I started gushing to someone how beautiful Malaysia was, but something caught my eye and I squinted to see that a man was shot down. His body went limp and fell into the pond. Blood spilled out and contaminated the beautiful scenery. I looked around on the fields and realised that the army was practicing war with real guns. With a horrified look on my face, I turned to the person I was talking to and said "we have to get outta here!"

My brother responded with a grim nod. We started running as fast as we could. Down below were army men who saw us running away. They decided to come after us.

They soon caught up with me, but I raised my hands and yelled, "I'm not in the army! I'm an innocent bystander!" I didn't know how convincing that would be because I could pass off as a soldier with what I was wearing – baggy green pants and a fitted black t-shirt; my hair was tied up in a single French braid. Whether the soldiers believed me or not didn't seem to matter as they ignored me and ran past me as if I was too easy a target. I realised they were still chasing after my brother who was built enough to join secret services.

"NO!" I yelled out at the top of my lungs. I started running faster than ever but I was still too slow. I heard the sound of a shotgun and heard the thump of a body falling on the ground. I knew what had happened before I could see it because the soldiers had surrounded my brother, blocking my view.

When I caught up with them, I pushed past the large living statues and threw myself on top of my brother. I yelled, "don't shoot! Please..." I started crying. The soldiers left. I checked to see where my brother received the bullet. It was his feet. They were virtually gone.

His left foot was a stub; his right, hinging on flesh and bone, was half detached. Even though I was the one who was crying, I knew I had only just begun to understand how heartbroken my brother must have been.

I yelled out for help. 4 men were kind enough to help carry my brother to a nearby building. I tried calling the hospital but for some reason, they only spoke in Malay and hung up on me when I requested for English. I was furious that no one would help my brother.

I took out my anger on a young man standing in line for the telephone, but he was an understanding fellow and decided to help out. He called a doctor who specialised in reattaching body parts and reported to me that the doctor was on his way but it might take some time. I was still furious, but mostly because I was helpless. I had no choice but to wait; no choice but to see my brother suffer.

I approached my brother and asked him how he was feeling. He didn't answer, but his eyes revealed that he had lost all hope for happiness. I noticed that they were yellow and wondered why that was. I looked down and saw that all the tears I had shed were yellow as well.

And then I woke up.

Thursday, 31 December 2009

Update

Hi guys. It's been a while and I figured I should give this blog another update... in pictures!

I was rummaging through the photo files in my mobile phone when I spotted this photo:


I wanted to make a withdrawal at an ATM in one of the MTR stations in Hong Kong. This particular one was faulty. Windows, the natural assumption.


Another funny picture is this screenshot I took of a Google search my brother (Owen) told me to make.


So I am back in Malaysia. Resting. By 'resting', what I really mean is not sleeping till 5:30 in the morning. But the night before I left for Malaysia, Kevin took me to a nice hotel restaurant. It was bloody expensive and whether it was worth it would be a question for Kevin to answer. But we took a few pictures towards the end of the meal.

This is me eating a chocolate covered marshmallow. Gotta love fondues!

That man wants this delicious morsel of food. It's mine!



Muahahah slaying the last chocolate-coated marshmallow.



Aww, no more?

So I hope everyone has had a Merry Christmas and is looking forward to the countdown tomorrow. I'm counting down in the comfort of my home. Wish my sweetie could be here with me.

The next Christmas isn't too far away, so remember: Santa's watching.



Monday, 7 December 2009

Happy birthday, sweetie.

I love you.

Wednesday, 2 December 2009

Tibia

Sigh.

My sweetie is sleeping and Tibia is having some downtime for internal database updates.

Time to post a Tibia screenshot.


That's my main character, Lady Gansky. She was making fun of her close Tibian friend, Therin Telam, while he was afk.

Lady Gansky (aka "Lady" to many) is an Elder Druid and is currently level 30 with magic level 48. She is married to Lord Gansky (aka "Lord" to the same many) and they have two kids. Just kidding about the latter. Lord Gansky has to sleep in a separate bed!

They live happily together in the largest house of the great tropical land of Port Hope. Lord Gansky's younger sister, Ebana, and Lady Gansky's younger brother, Zeqh, also reside in the household.

Okay, this is getting boring. I'm going to watch some more videos on YouTube.

Sunday, 15 November 2009

Who's Who of "Who's Online"?

I was looking through the "Who's Online" list for Unitera on Tibia...


... when something caught my eye...
Justify Full

Saturday, 7 November 2009

Old addiction renewed

TIBIA! Wasn't it obvious?


Spot the odd one out.