This is for you, Mel! :)

Having been urged to blog more often, I shall make it a point to talk about how hideously disjointed my life is whilst over-dramatising what is actually going on.

Alright, maybe not. I'm not usually one for hyperbole on that sort of scale.

Curiously enough, I have had some rather interesting social interactions in the past few weeks. Interactions that have re-kindled my social inclinations, and have made me re-discover the joys of making new friends in rather random ways and places.

I suppose the apathy that I was in possession of previously when it came to these sorts of situations did not really show itself until I actually tried to cast it away. The manifestation of such lethargy seems to creep up on you without you really noticing. I suppose it's why I was always seemingly so bored and tired the previous semester. Although having said that, there's still some of it this semester too.

As it is though, there is some solace in the fact that in spite of my issues and problems, there is light at the end of the tunnel. Graduation awaits and beckons. I have tried to mentally prioritise it over everything else, which is difficult considering the stress that I am trying to cope with. Already this semester I am lagging behind in some of my classes, and the subjects themselves are not exactly the kind that would light anyone's fire.

There is hope, after all. With good friends, old and new, and the requisite motivation to make it a success, there is indeed hope.

Wish me luck. :)

Welcome Back. To the cheapest show in town.

That sounds like an advertisement for a B-Movie grade cabaret masterpiece.

So here I am. It's been a while. Excuses first and foremost.

1. The World Cup got in the way.
2. Debate tournaments got in to the way.
3. Ramadhan got in the way.
4. Eid (Aidilfitri) got in the way.

But fear not my band of not-so-loyal readers, I am back! I have returned to the blogosphere to bore you all with soporific tales of my bland existence and the lifelong lessons that tweeting during lab hours or falling asleep in a management class have taught me.

Of course, when phrased as such it might not seem that significant for you to actually pay attention to my various diatribes and rants. But stay. I promise to be entertaining. :)

Things bouncing around in my head.

I've lost weight.

My hair is getting longer.

I'm awesome at doing last-minute projects that require good english.

I'm hopeless at doing last-minute projects that require good math.

I love playing badminton.

I'm not very good at it.

I love playing futsal.

I'm good at it.

I still care a lot about my exes.

Especially the ones that still talk to me.

I love gadgets.

But I don't have the financial capacity to fulfill my need for new ones.

I love gaming.

I am fucking awesome at it.

I have an unhealthy love for all things Sony.

I love seeing my name up in lights.

A place you all need to visit.

http://dancingonleaves.tumblr.com

I guarantee you shall not be disappointed.

Daymaker.

I have yet to meet someone

as charming

and as heart-grabbing

as you.

:)

I think..

... that if I didn't know that I'm starting to love you before..

I certainly know now.

7 Days in Sunny June.

Having gotten absolutely hammered last night, I now awaken with the weight of Atlas' burden on my temple and the collective droning of 200 schoolchildren in a boring history listen coursing through my veins. No, I don't get the metaphor that well either. But I'm sticking with it. Now that's what I call conviction.

My birthday is coming up soon. Twenty Six. Heh. Wow. I don't feel a day over 18 sometimes, and then there are times when I feel as though I'm already hitting 62. Perhaps it is just a matter of perspective. I certainly don't feel as though my numerical age should be an impediment to anything.

So happy June everyone. And Please come to my house for my birthday. :)