Current Playlist

Okay, I confess. I seriously have nothing to post, so I've compiled a list of the songs that I've been listening to lately. I know that these songs are old and maybe you're thinking that I have nothing better to listen to, but they're the ones that I like.

We Have a Map of the Piano - Múm

Linger - The Cranberries

Lost Without U - Robin Thicke

Slow Dance - John Legend

Dig - Incubus

Bliss - Muse

Maybe Tomorrow - Stereophonics

Secret - Maroon 5

Never Say Never - The Fray

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

Wonderwall - Oasis

Fly With You - Pete Murray

Dare You to Move - Switchfoot

Best of Me - Sum 41

Hear You Me - Jimmy Eat World

9 Crimes - Damien Rice

Don't You Just Hate It When...?

Don't you just hate it when you wake up minutes or even hours before your alarm goes off? You may think it's convenient to have woken up earlier as it may give you comfort that you're ahead of schedule and ready for your next task; however, I personally disagree. This is what I have to say from the past experiences.

When I wake up before my alarm goes off, I don't feel that I deserve the respect from being woken up by the alarm. I don't feel that I fully appreciate that something is programmed for my awakening. Why would I want to wake up earlier knowing that something will alert me just a few minutes later? I guess it's the mindset. I guess my body knows that it's time for something, but it feels so miserable. My brain screams, my body aches. Eyes, nose, limbs confused. Vision is blurry, and for what reason? Pre-mature labor.

I would wake up in utter panic, hoping that I didn't miss the wake-up service. My palms cover my face, obscuring the light from my dry eyes. I take one swift check around the room, making it's sure it's safe to look like such a bum. Feeling across my desk, my phone finds its way in my phalanges, and with a peek of an eye, I see that my alarm is either 4 or 12 minutes away from the current time. ARGH! What good is it when I set my alarm for a specific time, and I end up waking up myself from my prescribed nap session? Not only that, but to reassure myself, I would set 2-3 "backup" alarms set at 15 minutes intervals. You know, just in case. I wouldn't want to wake up an hour late for an exam.

Anyway, I'd like to close my discussion with a few points:

- 1, I am not moody when I wake up. I've noticed that some people are, but I'm not saying that I'm perfect. I'm only human, just like anyone else who is human.

- β, I am not freak about waking up before my alarm goes off. I'm not over-analyzing it, I only thought that it would be fun to share something since I've been hiding under a rock for the past 10 weeks!

- ٣, I am not a bum. I like sleeping, but not to such an extent as to "overdo" sleep. I enjoy most of my life being awake. It's where and what life has brought us; it's what makes us believe that we're all here for a purpose. There's many more things that we could achieve when we're awake, alive, and active rather than when we're dormant, deceased, and dull.

- And lastly, I don't personally use the word hate. It can most definitely be assertive, and of course resentful at times. I still recall my Health teacher from the 5th Grade, Mr. Morris, telling us that "hate is a strong word". And to this day, I still heed to his words.

Any comments? Please, I'd like to have your share of opinions.

The Number Three?

I drove back to INTI-UC from Melaka on Sunday, which should only take me about 1 hour, but under certain circumstances, it was extended to a long and aggravating 3-hour drive. There was traffic, then it rained, then more traffic.

The day after that, Monday, after discovering that Physics class was canceled, Ting Jun and I headed to Skill Pool right after having lunch. Since we were so free and addicted to pool, we played a non-stop session of 8-ball for a whopping 3 hours! I know. That is quite insane. Oh well, I guess no more pool for me for the rest of the month. =P

Well, what do you know? Today is the 3rd of June, 2009! ... And this entry was also posted in the 3rd hour past noon.

Eight Nights Ago

I shall now share my trip to Cherating last weekend. I would have posted about this trip earlier this week, but i was still sick and my right pinky toe is still in the same condition. It really is starting to freak me out, but the feeling can be nice sometimes.

Once upon a time, many eight nights ago, I hopped on the bus and departed INTI-UC 30 minutes after the 23rd hour of the day. Exhausted as the day had drained my energy with 8 hours of lectures and lab, I was thrilled to get some sleep on the bus, and the best part of it all, was that it was headed right to the beach of Cherating. It was just what I needed. =] It was just going to be me, the beach, and the rest of the Malay Cultural Society. All together, it was 79 of us. On the way there, we also celebrated two birthdays on the bus.

We arrived at the break of dawn, prayed subuh, and starting from around 0700 hours, we were well on our way to cleaning the trash off the beach.

My group managed to collect a grand total of 28 diapers off the beachfront.

We continued until 0900 when we finally jumped and pranced around on the sand and in the water like amphibians. We stayed in the water for hours, playing water volley, some floated, others tried to float, splashed water at each near the shallow ends, played water football; and towards the end until the water was pulled back due to low tide, some us even started catching little hermit crabs and fish and putting them in a little aquarium hand-made by sand.

Once we had our lunch, we began playing some fun games and activities that included ultimate frisbee, football, volleyball, sack race, and this weird and fun and tiring game where a balloon is tied to one foot and in order to eliminate your opponents, you must step on and pop their ballon. If your balloon is popped, you're out.

We had a grand campfire barbecue that night. We had fruits, Malaysian desserts, fried rice, and of course the grilled chicken. And another birthday was celebrated. Happy birthday, Ayoot! Many of us left and went back to sleep from the long day, but I did not. I wanted to fully enjoy the weekend, so i stayed on the beach for a few more hours. I enjoyed the endless starry night with jokes and a late night talk with Afeshuhaida. This then leads me to the story of how I got sick. When I went back to my room, I was supposed to share the single bed with Syazwan, but when I tried to wake him up, he really looked like he was enjoying his sleep so I didn't want to disturb him. That's when I looked around for a place to sleep. I took out my towel and just slept there on the floor beside him. The next morning, he said that he didn't even hear or feel me trying to wake him up. I told you, he was fast asleep enjoying his sleep.

By noon, we left Cherating, slept on the bus, and woke up in Temerloh where we enjoyed ABC ais cream and the famous ikan patin. Yummy. I'd have to say that this was the best trip I've had in some time, or maybe even the best, yet. I really enjoyed it. =]

Why?

Why is it that only my right pinky toe is numb with pins-and-needles?

I have yet to share and tell about my weekend, but right now, I need to finish a lab report and try to recover from a cold. I think it was because I had to sleep on the floor right in front of the air-conditioner on Saturday night while everybody else slept comfortably on a bed. I'm also red due to sunburn.

It's Been a While

Yes, I have not been updating my blog for almost the past month, and I also have no reason as to why that is. I just thought I'd dropped by and say a few words in compensation of my absence. I haven't actually been up to anything big, except for living the college life with friends, assignments, and of course, food. Besides that, I know that this semester will be somewhat a hectic one since I'll be writing out reports and doing presentations for all my subjects.

Alright, I'll be posting up something next week for sure since I have somewhere to go this weekend! =]

Expedition

Today was the day that I was finally able to go on an expedition. The expedition. I was all ready and set to go yesterday, but under some circumstances, I could not fulfill my intentions of this trip. After a good night's rest and sleep, I woke up with joy and excitement, ready for a road trip where I had no idea of how to get to my desired destination. Solution: Google Earth. I set my coordinates from point of departure to destination, and calculated the estimated distance, altitude, and wind speed. No, not really. Just the distance and directions. Having memorized the specific turns and bends I had to negotiate, I walked out of the house and started the car.

Take the first right, left, continue straight, take another left, right. Those were the directions from my house to get onto the highway, which would eventually take me straight to my destination and purpose, which was by the way, UiTM at Punck Perdana to see Suraya. According to the directions given by Google Earth, it was an estimated drive of 45.6 km which was supposed to take approximately 48 minutes. By the time I took the first left, I knew that I had already driven off course, but when a highway signboard appear overhead, I decided that it was best for me to take it. While driving between the never ending white strokes painted along the highway, I had a feeling that I was heading towards the wrong direction, but then I remembered something that Google Earth was showing me that I had to take the exit around the area I was in. Since I thought I was in that area, I took the exit, and continued driving as if I knew the way. I drove around back and forth, circled around roundabouts, and ascended on flyovers, trying to find my way around. Then I realized that I had obviously taken the wrong exit, which made me end up going from oil station to oil station asking for the right directions.

Finally, and most definitely luckily, some guys managed to know the directions to where I was headed. I had arrived at my destination in no less than 2 hours, while it should have taken me only 48 minutes! Only if I had taken the correct turns and exits. I drove all over the place from Ampang to Shah Alam to Klang, trying to reach Puncak Perdana. It's not that I have a bad sense of direction or short-term memory or poor driving skills. It's just that I hadn't seen Suraya in a long time and that was all that was going on in my mind. Unlike all my other friends, I hadn't seen Suraya since late December. The thought of going to see her today after all these months had erased everything in my mind.

Suraya gave me the directions for KL, and this time I managed to easily find my way around since someone had actually told me, instead of me having to find out of my own from Google Earth. When I had spotted known landmarks along the road, I realized that I had taken the wrong highway to begin the journey! I was going to UiTM along the E5, but when I was heading back to KL, I was taking the E1, which took me much lesser time since it was the actual and shorter path. The E5 took me along Jalan Duta, which led to take Jalan Tunku Abdul Razak, and from there that's where I found my way back home. The trip back home only took about an hour, including traffic. It was alright because it was all worth it.