On Eagles' Wings

Before moving on, you have to read this first. This post would be a continuation of that story. It might take a while to read that post, but you have  to, for this to make sense. I'm not gonna repeat what I'd already told >.< Done? Okay, let's move on. After publishing the previous post about the Immature Childish *toot*, I was tired out. Mentally exhausted really, from going through all the emotions of anger, frustration, rage, disbelief, utter shock, annoyance and even feelings of revenge as I typed all of it out. I decided to take a nap. And instead of a one-hour nap, it became a two-hour one. Which is just typical. Snoozing the alarm button is too easy >.< Anyway, I collected my bathing stuff--my soap, towel, facial cleanser, shampoo and conditioner, and my detergent and brush to wash my clothes after. I hate the fact that since her room is 404, I have to walk past her room every time I want to go to the bathrooms, or to the toilet,

Oh. My. God. I am literally shaking with rage right now. I'm finding difficulty even typing this at the moment. Oh, don't worry. I am gonna tell you why. I am soooooo gonna tell you why. WARNING: Long post ahead. But if you want to know what pissed me off to the point of shaking with rage, you gotta read on. BACKGROUND STORY Last night, after having not seen her for a week, Chrissy came over to my room. I was pretty much done with assignments, just had a quiz to prepare for on Wednesday. But I was pretty laid-back at the moment. Haven't started studying for finals yet. So, sure, I told Chrissy, come on over. So she did. It was a warm night, so I had my curtains drawn apart, the wind was coming in from the hole where a window pane once was. (Yeah, they haven't fixed it. It's been a year.) I was sitting at my desk with my laptop on, blog-hopping as usual, when I have some time. Chrissy was on my bed with her books (but they weren't at all

Today was the Choir's last practice for the academic session of 2010/2011. Though it means free-er Sundays, it also means saying goodbye to Choir people I've known for 3 years now, who will be leaving UKM as they graduate and grow up from this place. And that makes me sad. :( My roomie is leaving this year ! T.T It didn't even strike me until we were standing in a semi-circle around the piano, as per usual, singing songs we've learned in the past, which brought back sweet memories. And as I looked at all the faces around me, I realized, I may not see some of them anymore after this (or not as often as I'd like T.T). We've had some really good times together. The love for singing was what brought us here in the first place. True, there were some stressful times that very nearly broke me. But through it all, I always had these people whom I could count on.  Convo 38 (2010) in our hideous  Barney costumes MayMay and Chrissy are leaving me too T.T

The weather in Malaysia is absolutely crazy. It might be scorching hot in the morning and afternoon, then rain buckets in the evening. Or it could just simply be sunny and warm, then drizzly in the afternoons. Either way, while the rain is cooling, and normally gives me an urge to cuddle under the covers in my bed and not go anywhere, it's annoying when you're still out of your room and figuring out how to get back without getting wet. I'm not such a princess that I can't  get wet from the rain. But come onnnnn. Jeans? No no no no no. Not when I'm wearing jeans. When they're wet, I feel icky. >.< I'd rather not walk, but taking a bus when it's raining is most probably going to be a herculean effort of trying to squeeze yourself into an already full bus. Coupled with the fact that you'd be pressed up against others who are equally as damp and sticky as you are from the rain. Or they'd have umbrellas dripping rain water all over your

Please read the following in an appropriate solemn, grave and sombre mood. Because I had a near-death experience earlier today, honest to God. I was on my way downstairs for dinner with Nana, my ex-roomie and Chrissy. I was on the fourth floor and Nana's room was way down on the ground floor. I was late cos I overslept my nap-time. So I also had to rush through my shower and hurriedly scrub my clothes. I changed into my comfy jammies, grabbed my room keys and phone, locked the door, walked briskly to the end of my corridor and.......... I slipped on a puddle. A puddle that had collected from water leaking from the roof of my floor. May I repeat that? WATER WAS LEAKING FROM THE ROOF OF MY FLOOR. Every time it rains, the roof leaks. A few months ago, it was worse. Water would leak from the ceiling in my room and I'd come back to my room with all my books and notes drenched in disgusting rain+asbestos-powder water. Then I'd have to lay all my notes out on the