On Eagles' Wings

Looking at the new first-year juniors, I feel old. Yes, at 21, I actually feel old . I guess it is true like they say, that age is relative. Although it is only a small two year gap between us third years and the first years, I can't help thinking that we are so very different. I have had more than one experience with irresponsible people. But choir auditions and practices this year have given me more than my fair share ! >.< Those who do not come for practices without informing you. Those who "forgot" there was a practice even after having been reminded repeatedly. Those who say yes, they are willing to commit, and then never to see their batang hidung  anywhere thereafter. Those who tell you, yes they will be there for a make-up audition session, and you get there early just for the sake of giving them a fair chance to find that there is nobody there. And you end up waiting for an hour for nothing. It's quite perplexing isn't it? May...

It's only been two weeks into the new semester and already I feel exhausted. Choir auditions were in full swing last week. Four days last week (Monday to Thursday) I only came back to my room after 11.00 pm. I couldn't even draw up the energy nor the enthusiasm to "poke" my friends on Facebook back >.< What more blog? Then, I went home for the weekend and somehow, annoyingly, developed a stye . Most people who have never experienced a painful, irritating stye before would not normally know what it is. I used to get them all the time when I was a kid ! (I was naughty, scrubbed my eyes with my dirty, muddy, germy little hands >.<)  (I had this one bad experience once, the stye was so huge half my vision of my left eye was blocked. So I had to have this mini-surgery, you know? My brother tells me he remembers -- even at that age -- the doctor making a cut on the lump to drain the pus from the sac, and the blood trickling down the ...

It's the brand new semester of a brand new academic session. How do I know? Incident #1: My dad's car, packed to the brim with all my bring-back-to-UKM stuff, is parked under the tent as I wait to check in to my room. Before I knew what was happening, I was surrounded by red-and-green clad, baby-faced kids who looked a little worse for wear. (Well, the first-years have  been undergoing Orientation for a week already then.) I told my dad that he should park the car elsewhere because it seems that they are abuzz with the anticipation of an activity which is, judging by their attire, something sports-y. I continued standing there. Then a first-year looked up at me, a frown on her face. She approaches me and says (in English): "Hello. Are you a newcomer?" I think my face must have shown my shock (maybe a little annoyance too) as I replied, "Of course  not ! I'm a third-year already !" She apologized profusely then turned to her friends an...

The room is completely silent except for the whirring of the ceiling fan. My eye is kinda swollen (I feel a sty coming on >.<) and I'm feeling a little feverish. Was feeling a little sorry for myself. I was exhausted and aching all over from (believe it !) yesterday's  strenuous exercise of carrying my luggage several trips up and down six flights of stairs. (I know, I'm totally out of shape !!! =.=) My eyes are closing, cos I'm tired and my head feels heavy, but I'm a stubborn person I am. The World Cup finals are on tonight, and by hook or by crook I am going to watch it !!!! (I totally wanted to be a loyal fan and support Germany watching the third-fourth placing game last night. But I fell asleep and didn't want to get up again. Fail la !! D:) As I'm typing on my computer, browsing through Facebook and blogs, I noticed a little fluttery movement above me. I looked up at my study lamp. A moth. (Ugly things aren't they? I do pity ...

No, I'm not talking about a woman's "time of the month".  Of course not that  kind of cycle. Sheesh.  Have I nothing else to blog about? (On second thought......nevermind.) I'm referring to the cycle of having to return back to uni after a blissful two months of doing nothing but eat, sleep, online, watch TV, dramas and anime, endure another 5 months of hellish work and assignments, and back to the holidays. I mean, after two months of eat-sleep-online-watch-TV-dramas-and-anime, it's definitely hard to come back to non-civilization. (I mean Bangi.) I'll miss my mum and dad, my little bro (now all alone at home). I'll miss not having to do anything (and by anything  I mean house chores and such). (Yes, my mum spoils me rotten ! >.<) I'll miss my bed (currently adorning a dark rich maroon which I simply love ! I mean, the colour just makes it look slimmer !) (Hm, maybe I should make it into a dress someday.) I'll miss my cudd...

I have to tell you. The first two movies of the Twilight saga was less than satisfactory. The first movie was a let-down. The second was only  slightly  better than the first for me (only because Jacob officially transformed into a werewolf and there was more  to watch on-screen, if you get what I mean).  (Plus, there were more of those exciting fighting scenes, which were lacking in the first movie.) Hence, you would understand when I wasn't exactly jumping up and down for the third installment of the series. But when Sam asked me out to watch it with a couple of his friends who were Twihards, I relented. Only so I could get out of the house and......just get out of the house. :) Where else would we go to watch it but our favourite haunt at Jusco, Seremban 2? :P After devouring a nice, creamy, cold Oreo McFlurry (I practically lived for these back in Bangi -- and I'll be going back there in less than 24 hours >.<) and chatti...