This is what I've ensembled for Tongue In Chic contest:

The first 200 participants are entitled to receive a Rm20 voucher and 10 best entries will be picked in the span of two weeks to win a tshirt from Urban Escapes.

I saw this necklace in Prangin and couldn't help being attracted to it in a way. May shook her head with dismay knowing that it will take time for me to actually 'grow up'. What's the hurry? Ain't it better to stay young at heart?

It was a long and rainy trip ride home
this time it felt different
a year has passed but everything seemed to have been the same way I left it
except for the fact that nothing is the same anymore.

I never thought that I would end up in HELP though it has been what I've wanted ever since I left high school. Dad made an abrupt decision about it and I just left for KL a day before the orientation day. I was so unprepared that I had mixed feeling about the whole situation- fear for the unknown and excited for being able to realize my dream. Dad looked out for places for me to stay around the area. He ticked out the option of living in the hostel because of the crampy and congested condition of the place and instead chose SPB towers. It was there that I met a few funny characters as well as pleasant ones. Skye will be completing his a-levels soon, and boy will I miss his funny ways of communicating with us, his housemates. Though it is a walk up to the apartments (0.7km to be exact) Mel & I would take a cab most of the time, till the time I got my car. We had a great time fooling around in SPB, mainly us laughing and screaming, annoying everybody else in the house. It was then that we created The Ping's blog- as a way to keep our friendship bond and also to boast about the good food we have! =p She was there through my break up and I was there through hers. I guess we emphatized with each other in a sense, going through the same things at about the same time. Even now, I still confide in her and she would hopelessly try to instill some hope though she realizes she's talking to a brick wall.

We shifted to Desa Kiara about mid of the year because we were attracted to the suite-like master bedroom. Everybody got envious about how 'grand' our life is in KL when I only showed them the room. Perhaps that was the only 'grand' happening around. We had to depend on 'arab' for free wireless connection. bless that fella cuz without him, assignments would have been a headache. I learned how to cook a few simple dishes- enough to keep me surviving throughout the year. There were a few people who in a way took care of me while I was sick in KL, Aaron and Skye who bought me food while I was stuck in bed. Thoughtful people with big hearts. Bet their girlfriends will be pleased.

It was this particular year that I lost a loved one but gained back a few other. Some things made me look back and appreciate how things were back then but too late to realize now. But lesson learned and things change. It was also this year that I met a really good friend, Roberta who stuck with me through thick and thin, through boredom and joy, through swimming and sing-a-longs, through classes and camwhoring, through salad lunches and dance classes. She was always there to remind me about classes and datelines for assignments as well as inform me about great deals (atria) and taking chances (karaoke). Though we won't be having the same classes together for the next semester, I will miss her dearly. I will not view classes the same anymore...

On a lighter note, Christmas is around the corner. The season of giving is also the season of receiving.

and I hope that all's good till then.

and two of my faves...
-yips-

I am numb.
I cannot feel any hope or love at this very moment.
Everything inside is just empty and hollow.
Why does this happen every single time without fail? It is becoming seemingly predictable enough yet I have no control over what is going to happen.
All I can do is listen – though repetitive, I still listen to what I already know. It’s just her way to vent out anger. However, I know that whatever advice I might give will fall on deaf ears. Stubbornness and the will to defend herself overpowers her sensibilities.
He is just too quick to make assumptions therefore resulting to short-tempered shouting war among them. Over and over again it will be of the same reason. The cycle never ends – yet nobody can make a change to it. I am at point blank.
The only thing I can do is to get away from it all. I hide myself- living in vain of all this mess. I resort into other activities to keep my mind off things. I have also learnt the ability to shut off my mind to a lot of unpleasant things. I respond to the positive ones and neglect the negatives simply by avoiding it. This is not the best solution, yet I do not have the courage enough to stand up for any one of the two. I find fault and rights of both that they simply fail to see with their own eyes. Why do you have to put me through this? Why do you have to let me see what you are going through? Why can’t you just pretend to live a happy life just for me? One is an idealist, one is a realist. They balance out each other’s personality yet can make life a living hell when things go awry. They were the ones who read me fairy tales to sleep and now looking at what they’ve been going through, I can clearly see that they only serve the purpose of feeding naïve souls with false hopes.
I am stuck in the middle between two people I highly respect and I try not to judge any of them. But when faced in such a situation, I am thrown off balance. One side whom I listen to too much and the other none of. I wish I could be in denial instead. I wish I could disappear so badly. But on the other hand, I ponder if I could be the cause of it all. I wonder that what I did might have affected the outcome of what is happening right now. Could I have done something better that will cause to avoid these happenings in the future? I might not be with them always- in fact, I haven’t been myself at all for the past few months. My soul is empty. I don’t feel love, and I certainly do not deserve receiving any. There is still a tiny glimmer of faith that is merely enough to keep me moving on.

fell completely in love with these line of dresses from Elie Saab.
Wish I was loaded.
Would die to own Christian Louboutin Heels.

Been on a row with myself lately. Less sleep, less food, and no money.

Had my first experience of working as a promoter in Giant KJ promoting La Cremeria ice cream. Sold about 79 the first day (Merdeka Eve) and 89 the second (which is today). It was tiring for the first day as we had to slave ourselves to transfer boxes of ice cream all the way from the back to the front. Luckily, I was assigned to a veteran promoter Christine. Helped me loads with the job.

I started on my psy 104 review after coming back from work. took about a 2 hours to complete it because I had MSN and Blogger.com windows open. But eventually completed it around 2 and fell straight to the bed afterwards.

I feel that the more I work, the more I'll want to work. But when I stop, that's when procastination and laziness gets to the better of me.

I am still in need of donations to the World Vision/30 Hour Famine Camp. I am however, not so sure about the hunger strike, on whether I can last halfway through the thing. I am feeling so damn hungry now. Had my dinner at 4. Plan to get started on more assignments and revision as Finals is next week.

Hopefully I won't be called as a standby for tomorrow's promo. Tired out of my wits.