Of @'s and #'s

So this is me.
Being completely uninspired to complete the rest of the 700-words for the BRATs application form. One would think, writing an essay about one's self would be an easy task. I agree, comparatively, to some of the essays all you college-goers are required to write. This is, seemingly, a piece of cake.
Then again, this is me, COMPLETELY uninspired.

Being alone at home for hours on end, I find myself exploring other social networks, outside the lonely world of Facebook. Such networks would come in the form of Twitter.
I have but the most minute understanding of it, but am still considering terminating the account I started in hopes of winning a RM100 DIVA voucher from the fabulous, TongueinChic.
Naturally, I have zero clue on how to tweet, much less terminate my account.

Trying hard not to be totally enveloped in the world wide web, with a squillion things on my to-do-list. I humbly pronounce myself to be nothing less than a dedicated blogger :)

Word of the day: Morning

in my ears,

santigold: starstruck

33rd SEA Forensics: Day 3

Reminiscing the most eventful 3 days of the year to date.
The actor in me, completely exhausted, and yet, the theatre bug ceases to leave anytime soon.
I have had an amazing experience, both under the spotlight and behind it. New avenues still to be explored (hopefully) the coming year. Being the voice behing the adjudication sheets is something I still look forward too.
My ibu ayam duties came and went most beautifully with the most delightful touch of pride :)
My little protege, all grown up, leaving people in stitches, roaring and cheering.
Talent never goes unrewarded, be it kind words or shiny medals.

The most darling Hongky girls, who waited to say goodbye before leaving to HK yesterday. Congratulations!
I love old friends and gold medals that go to the most deserving people.
No Rafidah, and yet the smiles on our faces and how we never do dissapoint in dominating the stage.
Quite literally.
Not to be forgotten, the ever epic last bus ride home of the season.

Very few photos this time, yet no fewer the memories.
Fresh in the mind.

Word of the day: Silver

in my ears,

matthew west: family tree

33rd SEA Forensics: Day 2

Day 2 already?!
YOWZA.
Time sure does pass you by without the slightest hint of regret.
Although, I'm grateful the day is ending.
It's been a long day *exaggerated hand gesture similar to that of Elizabeth*

3 Assuntarians in the finals.
O.I REPRESENT. WOOOOOT.
Although, many many many more in the semis.

Of loud laughs in the cafeteria, hushed excitement, untheatrical theatre, ugly underwear and the colour white.

Trying hard to hide my excitement, ah, the little kiddies and how they make me proud.
Starting to feel that abrupt and rather aggresive (?) longing for the stage.
Sigh.

An early start tomorrow for sure.
If you're coming, we're shades of red :)

Thought of the day: The Mickey Mouse Club

in my ears,

incubus: make yourself

33rd SEA Forensics: Day 1

My brain has turned completely to mush, and yet I'm still here.
That's what you call dedication :)
Day one of the SEA.
A little too young to adjudicate, I'm happy to lay that responsibility to rest till next year.
The ibu ayam are almost all drained out.

It's an experience, handling the likes of 20 odd newbies to the competition. Yet, we swell with pride, at the sound of applause and appropriate laughter.

A warm and fuzzy feeling it brings, meeting up with old friends from abroad. The kind you make without any false pretences what so ever.
I like being remembered. How refreshing to hear I inspire. Awkward glances of familiarity and attitudes that can break bones.
How out of line and in fact naive of me to believe, the stalking ended there.
Oh no.

In the spirit of healthy competition,
it's definitely crunch time.

And tomorrow, may the coloured papers read small numbers and the signboards show many the number 11.

Ah, its great to be back.

Thought of the day: Hard love

in my ears,

bruno mars: talking to the moon

Forensics Fever

YEP.
It's that time of year again.
A shocking realisation that this would be the 6th year of the SEA I'll be attending.
Looks like most of everyone has moved on to college, probably not as many familiar faces as last year : (
Definitely, not as much stalking to do this year.

My uninvolvement is 100% pushing my commitment level to the fullest.
Thats what happens when the world knows you're just sitting on your lazy butt all day.

Schedule throughout the last week:
Forensics practice, WYD retreat and mass on Saturday, and fund-raising on Sunday, more forensics practice, FORENSICS :O and more fund-raising.

I am ABSOLUTELY LOVING my reattainment of an active lifestyle.
I must have had too much ribena, to think I was once envying all these college-goers.

Word of the day: Valentines

in my ears,

bruno mars: runaway baby

It's not mine but I can give it to you.

Being in school, yet another day, makes me really lucky, I'm out of it : )

The sadistic side of me revels in other peoples' displeasure.

MUAHAHA.

The Forensics seems much more fun, minus all the stress and the jitters. That sort of ache you get after a long day, is truly something I miss.

I'm happy to put myself to good use.

Plus, I love meeting old teachers that remember you exactly as you were.

Meeting old friends, and getting to know the new, is just a bonus.

Tight hugs, are my favorite kind.

Of rainbow coloured Rocky, IKEA beds and wind-up music boxes.

I hope you enjoyed your Tuesday.

I certainly did : )

After next week, all I can think about is, whats next?

Thought of the day: gRAPE me

in my ears,

simone white: bunny in a bunny suit

If you're cracking your head about that Nicole Kidman for Ladymatic, Omega add.

This is it!

Home Alone.

It's the holidays. Yet I feel it of no sense to milk this festive season, as I usually would, when I was back in school.
The week is almost over.
Sorry if I just burst your happy bubble.
Everyones gone home.
I miss my baby niece way too much, way too soon.
SIGH.

And this moron of a camera cable just refuses to feed any photos into my lappy.
Particularly frustrating when you're in the mood to evoke nostalgia.

On my to-do-list.
A 300 word personal statement, undang on Tuesday, a book to finish by Wednesday, and a BRATs admission form to finish (which I must admit, seems way to scrumptious to let go)

Further updates since January, and how it way to eagerly feeds into February;
less than an inch closer to 'completing' somewhat of a life plan, a scholarship opp discovered to late, and the prospect of summer school in the States, way to freaky to even consider.

I forsee that adventure resolution thing I so bravely thought up will soon come to bite me in the @*!.

Oh yes, and a prosperous Lunar New Year to you : )

Word of the day: Hug

in my ears,

incubus: talk shows on mute