tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37001361883832272272024-03-13T11:57:21.494+08:00Leanna's Blogdrenaline Domaina place for constant rants and whining XDLeanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064388734793532351noreply@blogger.comBlogger423125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-87850007127281132912015-08-15T10:04:00.002+08:002015-08-15T10:19:28.629+08:00FAQ: Why I chose a private university over a public one.<div>
Hey guys, I know I've been going on a very long blog hiatus but that's only because there has been so much stuff that has happened to me - also maybe because I didn't have much to write about.</div>
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Looking back at my most recent post..Wow.. My last post was literally last year when I was still hung up on that one guy I wrote a song about, and it was published on Thought Catalog. <strike>Right now I'm hung up on another guy - one whom I have least expected. But let's save that for another post.</strike></div>
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As you may or may not be aware, I have already stepped into the career lady world; achieving milestones upon milestones ever since, slowly but surely. It has been a glorious period of four years in college, which sadly had to eventually come to an end about four months ago- but every end is a new beginning. It's funny reading all my rants when I was 18, about not having a job or the privilege of driving, and now I have both. I have come a long way, and it has been an incredible journey. Working life has been treating me well so far, a little kinks here and there that need to be ironed out,but nonetheless, I have no complaints. I have colleagues who are beyond helpful, bosses with whom I can talk to about anything and everything, not to mention the endless opportunities of venturing out to a foreign country later on in my career. It's good to know that the effort I have put on for the past 4 years of foundation and degree in Software Engineering is finally coming into fruition. </div>
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Then again, one question lingers on everyone's minds, why did I choose a private university over a public one in the first place? I had decent SPM results and could easily get into any course I wanted. It made me question myself too at first, especially with the fact that I didn't even bother applying. One thing I have to set straight for everyone, I did get an offer from UTM, I just didn't take it because at the time,I was already enrolled in my current uni. However, I have my own reasons as to why I rejected the offer too:<br />
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1. The essentials - transport, accommodation, expenses</div>
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One of the reasons is the fact that I don't particularly function well in the studying department if my environment causes discomfort. My brother was in the same private uni as I was hence I guess it's more financially friendly to carpool to and from campus, not to mention that it was only 20 minutes away from home,which means we were able to cut down on rent as well - staying at home is free and food is free, you get me? You may say that it's ironic to say that a private uni that hikes up the price of their courses is "easy on my wallet", but fret you should not, as I come to my next point.</div>
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2. Scholarship offers</div>
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As I mentioned, I had decent SPM results, which of course would make me eligible to apply for scholarships (not tooting my own horn but I was a scholar). It came with a catch, I had to 'serve' my uni as compensation, but the good news was I could choose how : I organized a few events under my faculty and I was also in charge of the Music Club.</div>
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3. Dual-award system</div>
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I'm not saying I'm degrading the Malaysian higher education system, but the private uni I was in actually gave us an option to venture out of the country, and even if we don't, our system was on dual-award basis - in layman terms, when I got my degree cert, I had two of them; one from my uni and the other one from the twinning university (UWE in Bristol). All our exams and projects were evaluated by two panels, the local ones consisting our lecturers and also examiners from UWE, which means it's way harder to pass. At this point, I don't quite get why people keep saying that private university students 'pay to pass', you have absolutely no idea what we go through. We pay to resit our papers (which thankfully,I did not have to do as I have never failed any papers in my life), but that's about it. Failing means you lose more money, there is absolutely no concept of 'buying our degree'. When we graduate,it really means we earned it, and as you may or may not be aware, the British education system is very strict in their quality control - this especially applies to their fresh graduates too, simply because they don't want rubbish to come out of their institution.</div>
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4. Freedom</div>
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Ironically (again),I was a prefect in school. I was one of the board of discipline members, and I was one of the 'authorities' who helped uphold the school's regulations. Let's be real here, eventually, you'll outgrow that trait and would want to be free too right? Especially when you're already 18. College life is something you would want to enjoy (of course with certain limits,but it differs with individuals). I felt that I needed that freedom,and the tight regulations in public universities weren't going to cut it for me. There were rules in my university too but they were far less rigid - no dress codes for example. I believe college life is when you truly capture the essence of whom you are as an individual and with rigid rules, I don't think I would be capable of doing that. Learning isn't just about regurgitating what is in your textbooks, it goes beyond - like finding your true inner self. Then comes my final point which relates strongly to growth.</div>
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5. Diversity</div>
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I apologize for my lack of sensitivity,but I noticed that public universities are mostly dominated by a single race.I have once read about how it helps to befriend people from different walks of life in order to provide a room for you to grow; I didn't think I would get much of this unless I attend a university with international students. I can proudly say that in spite of the differences in belief, culture and mentalities, I now have a diverse circle of friends with whom I can share my experiences with,and they are incredible people I have met in college - some who are even much more loyal to me than people I have known my entire life. It goes back to learning tolerance,respect and understanding. It's very interesting to talk to different people to understand what's on their mind,what made them who they are now, etc. </div>
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And there you have it, my entire explanation.You can never truly grow as a person unless you leave your comfort zone and venture out into the open in the name of discovery. Never be afraid of change, embrace it, and that's how you win at the game of life.</div>
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Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-25928477610562274892014-06-10T23:22:00.000+08:002014-06-10T23:23:57.869+08:00Why We Find It Hard to Move On<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If your heart is your home, then feelings are visitors. Sometimes their presence is expected, and other times they would pay you a surprise visit, but the question lies ... for how long? Most of the time, your heart will be welcoming their arrival with open arms.Some feelings would drop by only for a mere moment, others stay a little bit longer, and if you're unlucky, certain feelings will even permanently reside in the deepest core of your soul - overstaying their welcome, eventually taking up the space you have been saving for something life-changing and meaningful. They will consume everything you have and change everything that you are, and they will be the part of you that you never knew you needed. They will be that missing puzzle piece in your life that completes you in such a way that you can no longer imagine living life before them.<br />
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And that is it, you're screwed. If the analogy is true, there is no eliminating the feelings that grow from within you, after all, how rude would it be to simply kick out a guest who pays you a visit? Even if you do, you would ruin everything you've had with this visitor especially if things do not end on good terms. Nothing good ever comes from trying to abruptly snap yourself out of a feeling that has gotten so strong.<br />
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Yes, you might have that false sense of freedom once you feel as though you have completely eliminated unnecessary emotional baggage with such haste, but how sure are you that they won't recur?<br />
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Some say feelings that return are feelings that never left the first place, otherwise they would have just been temporary, like perhaps a crush you had on your classmate in high school. You were so infatuated back in the days, you felt as though it was the real deal and that it would have been impossible to get over them - then again, you eventually did.<br />
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Then comes that person from college who drove you equally crazy and beyond, whom you have mistaken for yet another infatuation. You thought the feelings would be gone the second you hold that roll of diploma in your hands, and you could think of nothing but starting your new career life as you flung that mortar board in mid-air. You thought you would have a one-track mind again just because you will no longer see that object of affection. Wrong.<br />
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What happens when you suddenly see this person again in a different phase of your life? Perhaps you end up working under the same organization, or worst still, you bump into them while they are on a vacation with their family - now happily married while you are still trying to figure out your life? Will you be able to leave the past behind and stay on platonic grounds with them? Or will you find yourself trying very hard to keep a straight face, lying to yourself that you are happy for them while in truth you are crumbling from the inside; stuffing your face with half your weight's worth of ice cream later that night in your hotel room alone to drown your sorrows? If you find yourself reacting similarly to the latter, you're a goner.<br />
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Your feelings have evolved into something so colossal, that it is now overpowering you. It wasn't "just a crush" after all, it's love! Very agonizing, isn't it? Especially with the fact that there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it. After all these years, you thought you were finally over them, and then something shows up to prove you wrong.<br />
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Sometimes, the most trivial of things from your surroundings can be a trigger that brings back memories from the past, making your old scars bleed again. As much as you want to forget something or someone, sometimes there are just no effective way to do it. It can be a song that takes you back to a timeline when you were so smitten by a particular person, it was as if there was no tomorrow. There was only now, you lived in the moment and you wished it would never have to end ; once you return to the current reality, you feel ashamed of yourself for living in the past.<br />
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"Live in the moment, because when time has passed, it will never return." A piece of advice repeated but a broken record, nevertheless often subconsciously ignored anyway because people tend to hold on to the past so firmly that they tend to take the present time for granted, and at times they tend to forget that there is still a future ahead of them. Why? Simply because the future is scary and uncertain, while the past is so well-defined, much like a comfort zone to return to whenever things get messed up in the present. This is why it is so hard to move on.<br />
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So if we are not supposed to force ourselves to stop our own feelings, what are we to do? Ironically enough, the cliche' "Time heals" applies here, regardless of how overrated the relative concept of time is.There are just certain problems in life that you can never find a solution to, so you ought to resort to waiting instead. As pathetic as it may sound, you have to know when to stop pushing. Treat your feelings like your visitors, let them naturally come and go as they please.<br />
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There comes a moment in life where you just have to buckle up and sit back ; let the universe take its own course and just enjoy the ride. What happens next? Time will tell. Let destiny surprise you. For all you know, you're heading for the ride of your life.Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-22839187017310037812014-04-06T21:34:00.000+08:002014-04-06T21:34:05.904+08:00How HIMYM Should Have Ended <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of America's Most Watched comedy of the 21st century, How I Met Your Mother, has finally closed its curtains last Monday with a one-hour special finale, but here comes the big question, how happy were the fans with how the writers concluded the show? What with the fact that the finale confirmed one of our greatest fears sparked by online theories : the Mother's death. It was a rather morbid way to end a comedy, really, in spite of how the writers had cleverly slipped in hints of seriousness amongst the multiple misadventures thoughout the 9 seasons such as Robin's infertility, passing of Marshall's dad, Ted being left at the altar, Barney's quest to find his long-lost dad and even Lily's career conflict that made her leave Marshall as she made her way to San Francisco.<br />
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Speaking for myself,and some of the fans of HIMYM who are acquainted with me, I can say that fans who rooted for the Mother to end up with Ted are extremely disappointed with the sudden plot twist. Not only is it sloppy - cramming every single huge detail revolving around the mother's passing and Robin & Barney's divorce into one confusing episode, it is also anti-climatic in a sense that it defeats the purpose of Barney having a legendary wedding in the first place if he's going to split up with Robin anyway. Just as we thought that Barney has finally settled down,he knocked up a girl (whom he addressed as number 31) during his one-month streak and had a baby named Ellie whom he later found out to be the true love of his life. I was clearly unhappy with how the writers wrapped up the final season. They could have at least introduced one of these major points earlier on rather than throwing lame puns upon lame puns to the audience just to 'stretch' the season to be longer. With that being said, here's how I've imagined the ending to HIMYM to be instead :<br />
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It starts off as usual, Ted's two kids seated on the sofa as Ted tells them the story that approaches the moment he met his wife (their mother) where he mentions his last night in NYC before he was leaving for Chicago the next day. He was seated at the dinner table where the wedding reception was held,and he saw The Mother, on stage, playing bass for the band who were performing for the wedding.Barney saw Ted and the Mother locking eyes,and wanted to be Ted's wingman one last time but before he could pull off the usual "haaaave you met Ted?" charade, Ted walked out and refused to play as he was already leaving NYC and it wouldn't be realistic. He then said good bye to everybody in the gang individually. While he hugs everybody and gives his little speech, the Mother observes from a distance,wishing she could meet Ted.<br />
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It was fate, as Ted was waiting for his train in Farhampton, he tells the old lady next to him about the bassist girl he had seen earlier and seconds later, she showed up with her yellow umbrella and her bass in a hard case. The old lady encouraged Ted to approach her,and so he gathered all his courage and spoke to her. They started to connect through coincidences, and it all started to make sense to Ted. The train finally stops and the Mother got off, bidding farewell to Ted but she left her bass in the train by accident. Ted went after her,carrying the bass with him and they met each other again right before the Mother got on the cab. Both of them exchanged glances and greeted each other with an awkward "hi", then the scene ends.<br />
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As Ted wraps up the story to his kids with "So that kids, is how I met your mother..", his wife walks in with a baby in her arms,smirking as she says :<br />
"You're finally wrapping up that story huh? Classic Schmosby. Now come on over here partner, I need a hand with Ellie." Ted walks over to his wife, gives her a gentle peck on her cheek and helps her tuck Ellie into bed while their kids wait outside the bedroom. Robin & Barney walks in a few hours later to get Ellie,and thanks Ted & Tracy for babysitting for them while they were away for a news trip in Argentina. The camera zooms in on Ted & Tracy's wedding photo where the flashbacks began. Robin & Barney got into a huge fight during the weekend of the wedding because of Robin's hectic career, but they then realized that there was a way to make it work by merely observing Marshall,Lily, Marvin and Daisy. With the help of James (Barney's gay brother),they managed to get hold of the right organizations and adopted a daughter which they agreed to name Ellie Stinson- Scherbatsky.<br />
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The scene ends with the camera zooming in to the photos of the happy families in frames - The Eriksens with Marshall in a judge suit and all of them surrounded by Lily's paintings, The Mosbies beside Ted's most glorious architecture model, The Stinsons and finally the entire gang with their children in McLaren's Pub,flashbacks of all the coincidences come in snapshots on the screen, including how the rest of the gang were first acquainted with the Mother. and finally the yellow umbrella positioned near the bar to conclude it all.<br />
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That, is how HIMYM should have ended in my perspective.<br />
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<br />Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-24970413735689110212014-03-28T17:00:00.000+08:002014-03-28T18:17:09.431+08:00Four-Way Street : Things I Miss About YouI wish my mind were a four-way street, so there will be multiple chances for you to get hit by a bus or a truck every time you cross it , in this case almost all the time , mostly before I sleep and when I wake up. And why would I wish for such a horrid thing? It's just so you know how much it hurts to miss you all the time while you clearly do not give a damn, and then having to pretend I'm okay simply because people can't take a hint that I get tired of talking about my feelings.<br />
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It's torturous to think that you might never have thought about me anyway, I'm way too insignificant for your concern. You live your life everyday without me, like I've never meant anything to you. Like all those memories we had and the secrets we shared were absolutely redundant. How do you do that? How do you pull through? How do you just,completely erase my existence?<br />
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I have cut off a lot of people in my life simply because they serve no purpose, and they have forgotten about me entirely, they found someone better than me and hence decided to move on to a future where I play no prominent role - if life were a movie I'd probably just be a passer-by or an extra they used to know,and no longer care about. I should do the same to you but deep down, my heart refuses to. And the big question is why?<br />
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It's bizarre how someone can transition from a stranger,to a friend, to slightly more than friends and when things fall apart,back to strangers again. It happens so gradually and silently, that you don't see it coming. I should've known that our relationship was heading for the ruins ever since the day I got attached to you. I accept the fact that we are not meant to be, in spite of how much we have in common and how much we mutually understand each other, but I did not expect "we can't be more than friends" to be a complete deal breaker to our friendship. I realize that things will never be the same,and to recover from the damage is near to impossible,but it hurts to know that I'm the only one fighting to keep the friendship.<br />
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It kills me to see how you're talking to everyone else in the gang but me. Of course,I mirrored that behavior but the fact that it's not in my nature to ignore people, it cuts me deep. No one knows how many times I've internally screamed "I MISS YOU! TALK TO ME!" whenever you're around, whilst not being able to do anything about it. I can't text you knowing you might not reply to me,and Facebook's "seen" feature does not help - it tells me you've read my text but do not bother to reply. I can't invite you out, you might think I'm trying to get a second chance to be with you while I clearly have no choice but to rule out the idea. I can't talk to you without you giving me that "why are you trying to start a conversation with me? we're done,get over it" look. Every single thing I do will only result in your misinterpretation,and drive you further away from me than you already are. I miss you but I can't tell you so, do you realize how painful that is?<br />
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There are times when I feel like I've completely moved on, and then something triggers that long gone emotion buried deep within the valleys of supposedly broken hopes. The memories that linger with each and every single stimuli my senses pick up throughout the day, from songs to a variety of scents and sometimes even visuals.<br />
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There is no escaping flashbacks of you it seems.<br />
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The fried chicken joint that sells crispy chicken tenders reminds me of the time I pretended to be full and gave you my mashed potatoes because you love it.<br />
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The smell of the rain reminds me of the time we watched our favorite band live in concert together and I cried in the rain, so you comforted me thinking I was having a flu - silly you.<br />
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Slippery floors remind me of the time you tripped on my shoe and I laughed at you , only to find myself tripping on your shoes too not one second later - karma is a bitch but we both had a good laugh on the floor.<br />
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Falling asleep while texting reminds me of the time you panicked when I didn't reply to your text, so you flooded my inbox with probably 50 messages only to find out I dozed off out of exhaustion.<br />
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Waking up to the calming tunes on the radio reminds of the time I hit the sack earlier than you did so you decided to link me a song for me to "start the day with" the next morning.<br />
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Tiny hills remind me of the time you tried to be a gentleman and offered your hand to help me climb up a small cliff, but slipped and I caught you by the shoulders.<br />
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My Alain Delon heels remind me of the time you called me short and kicked my stiletto just to mess with me, and then you ran when I tried to kick you back.<br />
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My cellphone lock screen reminds me of the time you figured out my password pattern and tried to spread it to everyone in our gang, so I poked you in the rib.<br />
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The couch reminds me of the time you came to my house for Eid,and fell asleep when everyone was too busy sharing horror tales.<br />
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The hallways remind me of the time we had our first rave together at midnight,and we sang our lungs out to the tunes of "If I Lose Myself" by One Republic at the empty hallway - that was the night you proclaimed it to be "our song".<br />
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Cab rides remind me of the time I helped you and our friend move to a new apartment, she purposely left us in the same cab alone with your stuff while she took a separate one with hers just because she knows I had sort of a crush on you.<br />
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But there is one thing I will never forget : morning wake up calls. They remind me of the time you looked at our schedule wrongly and woke me up at 8am, asking me where the venue for the class is.It was the only day I could have slept in but you ruined it,yet I couldn't get mad at you at all.<br />
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That was when I realized, you were not just a friend to me. You can never be just that, and I guess I can pretend all I want, it will never change how I feel about you - even if you don't feel the same way about me.<br />
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And maybe the reason I can't let go is not because I'm stubborn, but because maybe... maybe I've actually started to love you. You may no longer be in my life anymore, but you will always be a part of my bittersweet memories. And this wasted heart will always miss and love you from afar.<br />
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Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-63110203446041495562014-03-23T16:29:00.002+08:002014-03-23T16:29:26.779+08:00Dream Funeral <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Very often we find girls discussing their dream weddings, where to have it, what theme, what food should be served and pretty much the works. I find this very superficial, how sure are you that you'll get married one day? I did a lot of thinking on my own and I know one thing for sure,and brace yourselves,it's a very morbid thought. Whether you like it or not, death is a bitter truth, it's inevitable and everyone will experience it sooner or later,what differs with individuals is how... and when. </div>
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Of course, just like every other Muslim, I'll go through the religious procedures of funerals, but for my friends,I'd like to have a little get together. Something fun, a celebration of life kind of party perhaps. A little montage of my performances when I lived in holographic form, my favorite food will be served,and there will be personal letters written for people I knew and loved, all hidden in places we used to spend time together in. That's the fun part, it'll keep them treasure hunting,and reminiscing moment by moment to try and figure out where I hid the letters.</div>
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I would have nothing to hide I suppose? So there should be a sort of a lucky draw, so people won't argue about which belonging of mine they'd keep. That includes my laptop,my cellphone, my guitars, my drawings, my poetries, my toys, my photos, etc. But here's the catch, one person can only draw one card,meaning keep only one belonging to be fair to everyone. My family will decide which belongings they wanna keep first before 'auctioning' them away. </div>
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I guess here's the best part of planning a life celebration party, the playlist! Here are the mandatory songs :</div>
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1. Ha Ha You're Dead - Green Day (because I want people to laugh and remember me in an amusing way)</div>
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2. Good Life - One Republic</div>
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3. Paradise - Coldplay </div>
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4. Drops of Jupiter - Train</div>
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5. Angels or Devils - Dishwalla</div>
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6. My Sacrifice - Creed</div>
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7. Will You Be There - Michael Jackson ( ok,one song just to make people cry,I'm a dick lol)</div>
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8. Time Is Running Out - Muse</div>
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9. In The End - Linkin Park</div>
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10. Home - Daughtry</div>
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11. Keep Holding On - Avril Lavigne</div>
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12. (if I have kids) Arjuna Beta by Fynn Jamal & Tersenyumlah - Andhika Pratama</div>
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13. (if I'm married but I don't have kids) Vanilla Twilight - Owl City & Back At One - Brian McKnight</div>
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14. (if I'm not married but engaged) Hadapi Dengan Senyuman - Dewa 19 & Forever and Always - Parachute</div>
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15. (if I'm not engaged but in a relationship) The Reason - Hoobastank & A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton</div>
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16. (if I love someone but he doesn't know) Pemuja Rahasia - Sheila On 7 & Happy Ending by Mika</div>
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17. When I'm Gone - Simple Plan</div>
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18. Graduation - Vitamin C ( because it's about friendship)</div>
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19. Kenangan Terindah - Samsons</div>
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20. Time Of Your Life - Green Day (what better song than this?)</div>
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I want 50% of my money to be donated to charity, probably a mosque or an orphanage. And I want my organs to be donated to help those in need of a transplant, hopefully by the time I die,they're still useful.My life mission has always been to contribute to society even when I'm gone :3</div>
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That's all I can think of from the top of my head at the moment, I do hope it doesn't happen anytime soon,I'm gonna need time to write the letters,and I have a bucketlist full of stuff I've yet to do!</div>
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I hope my friends or family will be able to find this :)</div>
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Saying you and I are parallel lines may seem sweet,</div>
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You and I are nothing but perpendicular lines,</div>
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Meeting halfway by right-angled binds,</div>
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Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-5111040633649865582014-02-27T23:56:00.000+08:002014-02-28T00:07:12.730+08:00Sleepless Nights<i>This is a poem I came up with in class, out of randomness. I started with a two-liner on Twitter,and now I'm inspired to make the full version of it. Enjoy!</i><br />
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These were the moments I've had with my Music Club extended family.</div>
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Top left : That memorable rooftop pizza feast and acoustic jam at Ron's during Chinese New Year :') </div>
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Top right: Michelle Thomas' surprise birthday party organized by her bf Adam Wasabi (also my brother from another mother) in Spaghetti Grill,Paradigm Mall</div>
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Bottom left: Jessie's farewell party and 21st birthday celebration</div>
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Bottom right : Mahirah's return from down under :)) karaoke and lunch session,in spite of my busy assignment season.</div>
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My first prom, my first dance :)) and my first time performing as a bassist. p/s: Julius is just a friend lol.</div>
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My trip back to Muar to visit my childhood buddies :)) the troubles I've gotten myself into with Jemima when we missed our bus and LRT on our way,the hospitality shown by my Double E and Yenny when we're in Muar,not to mention Celine our faithful tour guide.</div>
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Being lucky enough to meet Chester See, David Choi and Jason Chen during the IM4U ReachOut event on campus :)) also I bumped into Marianne Tan (from JinnyBoy's videos,in case you were wondering) and the adorable miss Sazzy Falak.</div>
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My first laser tag experience with my boys :</div>
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The Nesh triplets came in top three,followed by Benny,me and Mirza ( a new friend). Good to be one of the boys sometimes :))</div>
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The second couple I've successfully matchmade :)) my current bestfriends Rachel and TK.I haven't known them for long,but what matter the most is how much they've been there for me. I can see them at my front porch,having tea with me (and hopefully my significant other,or cat haha). The kind of friends I hope to grow old together with :') Love you guys.</div>
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More reunions with the childhood besties :))</div>
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My first BurgerLab experience with my Socit besties :))</div>
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Of course random lunches with my SLC family,yup ! The House of Vorosmarthy we'd call it.</div>
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I got lucky enough to get VIP passes to Hitz invasion as well thanks to Ash, so I decided to share my good fortune with my good friends Benny,Nesh, and Nicholas.Well the passes were meant for two,but I had my ways hehe. VIP treatment,free food, good view of the stage, and of course, my first ever rave experience! Personally loved the neon cube chairs <3</div>
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God lent me a furry companion for 4 months.. Scotty :)) the most well-mannered,loyal cat I've ever met. I hope you know you're loved,I may have physically lost you, but you're in a better place now,and to me,you live on in my heart <3</div>
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Rachel's surprise birthday party by the SLC family - Amanda was the mastermind!</div>
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My open house attended by my classmates, highschool besties and my Music Club family <3 </div>
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Emotions. Something we wish we had control of but are never aware could conquer our lives.We keep telling ourselves that there's a reason why the brain is placed in a position higher than the heart,so that we're always reminded to keep our minds over matter; but how many times did we actually think before we obey our feelings? Be it gut feelings or blind emotions, both are similarly mindless. You know you're going to get hurt eventually, but sometimes these things are just beyond your power.You may be the smartest person alive, but when it comes to feelings, I'm sorry to say,everyone's rendered dumb as a mule. When it comes to emotions, we thought we could set rules and principles to abide and then someone special shows up - one who is able to rip apart all the codes you've compiled into a book - that set of rules you were supposed to use as somewhat of a guide to your love life. And that checklist containing items of your dream guy? Shredded to smithereens. This guy checks off none of the items,and yet he made you weak on your knees.He occupies a large space in your heart, leaving the rest of your celebrity crushes squeezed into a small one-bedroom apartment-like area that barely fits a decent bed, let alone furniture.Before and after your slumber, he goes up to the subconscious part of your mind, and feeds your thoughts with flashbacks of moments spent with him,every single one of it from the biggest moments to the simple jokes he made over the texts he sends you. They turn into dreams, sweet dreams, wishful thinking, which leads to expectations.Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and there he is, lingering in your thoughts. Your heart feels heavy,and tears stream down your face. How did it come to this? He was barely anybody when you first met him, you guys barely talk but when you started to,the conversations get too deep and extended too long. He started empathizing your every dismay,and likewise. You feel like you can talk to him about anything,and in return he opens up to you. The chemistry is amazing. The two of you could be genuine around each other, and then you realized that it has become a routine to talk to him on a daily basis. You realized that in spite of certain prominent differences in personality traits, he really is just a mirror image of yourself. Is he your soulmate? You asked yourself. You start looking up for signs that you're crushing on him,and all signs return you a positive answer. You went into denial stage, you asked him to hang out with you,just the two of you,for some sort of false justification that you do not have feelings for him,and even if you do,it was platonic. It didn't turn out the way you want it to,you were in a dilemma now. Your feelings get deeper when you realize that you insanely missed him when he's not there,and get terribly jealous when he hangs out with his bestfriends more than he hangs out with you. You wish you were his bestfriend,but of course your heart wants to go beyond that. You swallowed your feelings,and planned to keep it to yourself but everytime you see him, your heart beats really fast. You lose your common sense, and you try to keep it cool but you're so nervous,you start dropping everything you hold. He calls you a klutz but he tripped on your foot and almost fell. The two of you seemed like you were meant for each other. He suddenly stops talking to you,and you don't know why. You thought you could live with it by telling yourself he's busy,but you know deep down that something was wrong,in fact,why do you care so much? You couldn't stop thinking about him but the only thing that distracts your mind is the work you have for school and the exams you have to study for. You think about him with every chance you get,and you know that your feelings are intensifying. No matter how hard you try,you can't get him off of your mind. It kills you inside when you can't brush off the feelings. Would you risk losing a friend because of your emotions? You asked yourself. You texted him, but he wasn't the same person anymore. He grew distant, and he seemed more zoned out. When you pointed this out,there was silence on the other hand. Something was up but you brushed it off for the time being,and when the time comes,he is still indifferent. Maybe there's someone else, you thought,but you don't know for sure. You took a leap of faith, you picked up your phone one night and told him everything. You expected a bad answer, one that would break your heart but to no avail. You are prepared for the worst,but the unthinkable happened. You poured your feelings out, but he is rendered speechless. He sobbed. You didn't know what to do. He kept apologizing for not knowing how to react to your sudden outburst. It was so overwhelming,you were literally losing it, overflowing with emotions and reduced to tears.He says he'll think about it,but days and nights have passed,still nothing from his end. You start to lose hope,but you wanted to salvage and undo the damage. You texted him,reassuring that it's okay to not feel the same way. Feeling can't be forced nor stopped.No replies. He changed. He used to reply to the most trivial texts you sent him,now he never replies anymore. And you just sit there,waiting and waiting. Your friends tried to convince you that he's not worth it and that you deserve better,your mind agrees but your heart stays anchored on where you stand. You try to walk away,but you can't move. You try to move on,but "maybe" lingers on your mind. What if he's just confused? What is he's contemplating something? What if he doesn't care? What ifs. You expected closure but you get none,you begin to question where you patience comes from. 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Maybe I shouldn't have told him, but somehow I regret nothing.It's better to regret something you did or said rather than regret something you didn't do or say. And the ironic thing is that I've been getting a lot of remarks about how I look like Kirsten Dunst.Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-8152056733708795672013-12-27T02:19:00.002+08:002013-12-27T02:19:39.797+08:00When Everything Feels like the Movies ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been awhile since my last post,so I just thought I'd be a little theatrical with my update as a compensation for my absence hehe. A lot has been going on but I think I will recap everything on new year's eve as I usually do,simply because there are just too much to write about!<br />
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So technically the above shot of Nicholas Cage and Meg Ryan is from this 1998 movie called City of Angels which inspired numerous amazing songs (i.e Iris by Goo Goo Dolls and Angel by Sarah McLachlan).Out of curiosity,I decided to torrent it and finally watched it today.I underestimated its quality due to the 6.6 rating on IMDB but to my surprise,it was actually a pretty good movie! The storyline was very straightforward, revolving around the life of Seth (the angel of death,portrayed by Nicholas Cage) who fell for a heart surgeon (Maggie Rice) so he gave up his immortality to be with her. He had no regrets, as his quote goes :<br />
"I would rather have one breath of her hair, one kiss of her mouth,one touch of her hand ; than an eternity without it. One!" Apparently, the movie implied that angels do not fear,feel,taste and touch and that by giving up immortality alone, Seth was able to experience these. Iris made a lot more sense to me now ,especially the line "I would give up forever to touch you". It was eye-opening to the very least,especially when I can relate to it. A few days back I wished I didn't have emotions because feelings hurt, but bless this movie,I had an entirely different perspective on life now. Emotions seem to be the only aspect that tells apart human beings from other entities with almost similar level of intelligence. Emotions are the only proof that we are living, which brings me to yet another movie I personally adore regardless of its logic.<br />
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Sometimes I wish I didn't have feelings, but then I was brought back to the days when all I could feel was numbness. It was hell,I didn't laugh,I couldn't cry and I had amazing anger management but I felt empty.It was almost as if I was a mindless,soul-less shell of a human being,walking about just for the sole purpose of existing.<br />
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Life may be fragile and immortality may be desirable, but nothing beats the beauty of emotions and the ability to sense.Sometimes it's good to get hurt,it reminds you that your heart is still beating and your soul is still intact.Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-65953061693319476062013-05-04T13:44:00.000+08:002013-05-04T13:44:04.501+08:00Live Below The Line 2013 - Starvation & Malnutrition Awareness <br />
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Hey guys! Once again,I apologize for having a blog post hiatus, life has gotten the better of me and I barely have any time for updates! Then again,here I am with an update unlike any other,a one-week deed I committed, that made me feel so good inside I'd probably levitate with joy if that's even possible! Are you guys familiar with the Live Below The Line campaign by UNICEF? If you're not,I don't blame you simply because I too have just recently discovered it,all thanks to Rachel,Amanda and Kay Lee. This might be a little fangirly, but we thank Tom Hiddleston (Loki from The Avengers) for indirectly introducing us to this lovely campaign.He's a high profile supporter of the said campaign whereby he visited Guinean families on one of the UNICEF missions in Africa and couldn't help but notice the overwhelming number of children starving and suffering from malnutrition.<br />
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The campaign catch : For 5 days (29th April - 3rd May), campaign supporters are challenged to only spend a maximum of 1 Euro (equivalent to RM5) for food and drinks to commemorate people from third world countries who suffer from malnutrition and starvation.<br />
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The four of us : Rachel,Amanda, Kay Lee and myself decided to take up the challenge. To be perfectly honest,it was a huge thing for me considering the fact that I'm a picky eater and eating below usual budget (or rather,living below the line,if you must) is not really something I'd do on a normal basis, also with the fact that it's near to impossible to be having a healthy meal on campus with such low budget.<br />
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Day 1 - I actually planned the meal on the night prior to the first day of the challenge,so it wasn't as bad as expected. This was a plate of nasi lemak from Mbuji Cafe that cost me RM2.50,half of the limit. It's pretty decent for its price,although somehow,for the first time ever,I cleaned the plate due to mental hunger. It was a challenge considering the fact other people are having 'better food'.<br />
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Day 2 - RM2 popcorn from the vending machine and RM2.10 cup noodles. RM4.10 'lunch' in total.I wasn't proud of the total amount considering the fact I almost exceeded the limit. However, I managed to un-guilt my conscience with the excuse that our class schedule was tight and it's almost near to impossible to grab a quick lunch. (okay,so we actually had to rush to watch Iron Man 3 on IMAX 3D and ice skate)<br />
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<br />Day 3 - it was Labour day and I had food at home. Food choice was out of my control, and to be honest I actually broke the rule by having seafood. That called for a compensation meal out of guilt.<br />
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Day 4 - RM3.90 jumping spaghetti (basically just spaghetti with salt,pepper and one chicken sausage) from the food court. No pictures.<br />
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Day 5 - Chocolate chip cookies from Subway for lunch,which cost around RM3.<br />
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I wasn't really proud of myself yesterday considering I bailed from the challenge earlier than expected by having the following meal for dinner with Kaylee in Spaghetti Grill,Paradigm when we went for another round of Iron Man 3 with Rachel,TK,Amanda & Will .<br />
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Just as I was thinking of another compensation meal,I found out that there was an electrical power cut-off in my area; I slept the whole night with my family in darkness. Luckily it rained,so it was relatively cold in the house. In a sense,it compensated for the high cost dinner I had considering the "no electricity" experience is also another issue faced due to poverty. <div>
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<br />Homecooked chilli padi fried rice with omelette :) an estimation of RM3.50-RM4 for the day. It's against the norm for me to be having eggs,but again,I'd like to emphasize, it's all for a good cause.<br />
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All-in-all, despite the rule-breaking and compensation, I've learnt a lot from this.<br />
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1. Limited food makes me appreciate food more, and realize the importance of not leaving any leftovers on the plate,because every grain of rice,every piece of meat/egg/veggie, every tiny drop of gravy, contributes to extinguishing hunger and producing energy as well as contributing to the sustaining of life.<br />
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2. The importance of sharing, because sometimes in times of desperation, sharing helps reduce the burden.<br />
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3. No electricity gave me an introspective moment to unwind,and escape technology to look deeper into the meanings of life - there are things we often overlook and forget to appreciate, like having a roof to seek shelter with from the heavy rain,having a comfy bed to snuggle in when the day gets too cold and lamps to light the night.<br />
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4. Questioning what tomorrow brings - living below the line, we had ourselves questioning "what should we eat tomorrow? how will we survive? what else is there?" Taylor's is not the best place to save up on lunch or any meals at all. At the very least,we still do have a hope for tomorrow, what about those suffering from poverty? Do they have the same fate? Will they still be alive tomorrow? Do they even have a future to look forward to?<br />
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5. Resisting temptations - they are all around us. Eating cheap food and resisting 'the good stuff' I usually have for lunch make me realize how hard it is for us as human beings to break the habit and have a sense of self-control. It was hard seeing TK eating creamy pasta in front of me while I'm only having a low cost nasi lemak,knowing clearly which food I prefer. I know for sure that I wasn't the only one.<br />
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We tend to complain about food all the time,overlooking the fact that we should be thankful we have food at all,there are people out there (not just in the third world countries) who have to make do with anything edible that's not even a proper meal to begin with,lest they'd die of starvation. Malnutrition rate is high,and this realization is a major eye-opener for each and every one of us.<br />
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I felt good,really. I'm looking at the world in a new light. I'm thankful for what I have,and I couldn't ask for more. Alhamdulillah,I am fortunate.<br />
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So uh.. What's my age again? oh right,20. Holy pepperoni I'm no longer a teen! o.O and I haven't gone as far as I targeted when I was 10 a decade ago. This is a wee bit disappointing but nonetheless, I have achieved a lot ever since,then again blogging about them would mean shoving the good stuff into people's faces like you're better than them or something.Instead, I guess here's an obligatory post before the day ends,just a sign of me saying "yay I'm alive and old now,I can do whatever the fuck I want and you people can't tell me otherwise!".. containing nothing but 20 confessions to represent 20 years of life.<br />
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Countdown! Not in any order,these are just random things I thought of along the way.<br />
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#20 : I am temperamental by nature and I often use my genetically engineered PMS as excuse,even after the scheduled time of the month.<br />
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#19 : I cry myself to sleep sometimes, but wake up stronger than ever like nothing happened the night before.<br />
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#18 : I am picky when it comes to dating because I've been in and out of too many relationships,and would like to actually settle down permanently with the next guy I date.<br />
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#17 : I am a picky eater - if I were to be a food critique, many cooks would fail miserably.It's hard to please my taste buds,and this applies to music as well.<br />
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#16 : I am suffering an early stage of anorexia nervosa - I eat little for fear of getting fat,but no worries,I don't suffer from Bulimia (psychological disease that makes you poke your throat after a meal to make sure you puke)<br />
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#15 : I sometimes think I suffer from inferiority complex due to being single for too long,however music makes me more optimistic most of the time.<br />
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#14 : Out of the many friends I have, I can say only a handful of them are true friends.<br />
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#13 : The primary reason of my pursuing the computing field is the fact that I hate people and prefer working with machines as they are easier to please.<br />
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#12 : I've had doubts about pursuing the field I'm currently in (software engineering), until I learnt coding and mathematics. No matter how challenging they are,to me, without challenge life is meaningless.<br />
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#11: I apologize too much even if it's not my fault, I might as well be a Canadian.<br />
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#10 : I dislike condiments in general, they contaminate the original flavor of food and seem like degrading the chef - yes indeed,I have the eating mannerisms of a French dude.<br />
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#9 : If I could ditch whatever career I'm pursuing to succeed in music, I'd do it in a heartbeat.<br />
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#8 : I secretly want to date a bad boy scumbag gentleman like Billie Joe Armstrong or Johnny Depp.<br />
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#7 : I love my country, but if I could live the rest of my life as a travelling musician in Europe,that'd be great.<br />
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#6 : There are only two races in the world - racists and non-racists.Racists should just burn in hell.<br />
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#5 : I find my close guy friends' quirks and insanity to be cute; I love them to bits in a platonic way, but I would never date them even if they're the last men on earth.<br />
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#4 : I still feel guilty about breaking up with my ex-boyfriends.<br />
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#3 : I used to be a gamer, but I quit because I didn't wanna get addicted.<br />
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#2 : If it wasn't for the limitations set by my religion,I can be wilder than I seem,heck even with limitations I am already so. I jumped the fence of a concert once to get a better view of the stage,and was part of the crowd surfers.<br />
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#1 : I'm in love with the same guy for almost two years and am not afraid to confess,but what's stopping me is the fear of rejection.<br />
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I guess that concludes the 20 shocking (or not really shocking) confessions. Happy birthday to me,I guess?<br />
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"My friends said I should act my age,what's my age again?" - Blink 182.<br />
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Here are the best/most creative/stupid birthday wishes I've had so far:<br />
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[imagine a scene in the car,after a whole day's event, exhausted and half-asleep]<br />
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"Hey,I'm gonna sound like a jackass but is it okay if I don't wish you happy birthday tomorrow?" - Jitki.<br />
Moron , by asking the question you just acknowledged it. xD<br />
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And this one from Shafeeq :<br />
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<br />Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-34059561766806717722013-02-11T01:19:00.000+08:002013-02-11T01:19:19.527+08:00The Adventures of Jinxie McBlitz - Saved By The BootDue the chain of events that occurred throughout this week, you now have every right to call me Jinxie McBlitz. Not only have I been unfortunate, I've also been randomly lucky, probably to balance up my misfortune. It started with me quitting the Philharmonic team (which I will blog about later,probably after this post). At first they were planning to perform old songs,but as soon as I quit,I found out that the team decided to do Coldplay 'for the youngsters'. Aw man!<br />
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* Let me further explain what a Blitz is. It's basically an unlucky person who misses out on certain exciting events because he/she bails from his/her gang the earliest.There's no clear reference as to where this word originated from, but in my sense,I first heard the term from an episode of How I Met Your Mother where Barney's the Blitz. The moment he walked out of the room, there's always something cool that happened right after.<br />
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Back to the topic, my luck doesn't end there. I've been going to campus for the past three days to attend this fundraising for charity thing,it went well for the first day in spite of the price we decided on the items. This was where having many friends comes to an advantage :D Sales were good at first,but it began to slow down after awhile, so in the midst of the whole charity drive,I decided to invite my friends over to my booth to jam and make some noise to attract passers-by's attention,apparently it worked ; and here's the best part,a random old dude approached me and Leanne after we sang 'Love On Top',offering us a performance gig,which eventually inspired us both to start a trend to jam at random places.<br />
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Then again, knowing the universe so well, somehow my bad luck senses were tingling, I'm sure such luck doesn't come without a price to pay. As expected, the universe found its way to balance up the situation ; as I was loading the last of the props from the booth into Yen's car, a bus was waiting right behind us. I assume Yen was hella tired considering the fact he's been working hard with Angyu and the rest of us, so he moved the car without waiting for me to budge --- to my horror,his back tire ran over my right foot as the car was moving forward. Him and Angyu panicked, but luckily the boots I wore somehow acted as a shield; there were indeed car tire marks on the leather but not a single scratch nor swelling showed up on either toe... but the universe decided that I had to be trolled either way. Eventually I discovered my wallet was missing, even when I went to campus the next day, I failed to track it down. I suspected that I've been pick-pocketed, because I swear to God, that wallet was heavy enough for me to notice if it were to fall out of my pocket. Oh well, I guess you win some you lose some. Sure,it was a hassle to renew all my missing documents, but on the brightside, maybe it's a sign that I need a new start? Like what Angyu said,perhaps I need to turn over a new leaf and leave whatever's holding me back behind,learn to let go and move on. RIP awesome wallet, you've been there for me since I was 12,it's about time you retired.<br />
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To be honest,the incident did affect me even for a bit, but thanks to the tremendous support from everyone, I managed to pull through,just with the knowledge that people care and they would help in any way possible.I was a bit upset about losing my IC and other important cards in the wallet (that indirectly voided my mum's trust in letting me hold my own cards), but of course, thanks to 'my people',it wasn't so bad after all :D<br />
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<span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">"Beauty emanates from every word that you say</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">And capture the deepest thoughts</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">In the purest and simplest of ways</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">But you see</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">I'm not that graceful like you</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Nor am I as eloquent</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">But just a simple melody</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Can change the way that you see me</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">And right now..</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">I have you</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">For a moment I can tell I've got you</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Cause your lips don't move</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">And something is happening</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Cause your eyes tell me the truth</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">I've put a spell over you..</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">All my life I stumble</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">But up here I am just perfect</span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; 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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Ever had this dream after you watch a romantic movie,where music plays in the background,and you're just in the scene itself as the actor/actress? And it all seems perfect enough to be true because it resembles reality in a very scary rate? I've had that for a couple of nights now,and because they were so beautiful and surreal,I've been sleeping in late almost everyday,my sleep has been pleasant and the weather has been promising,not too hot nor too cold. The dream I had for the first few nights was of the scene in The Notebook,where Noah & Allie laid down in the middle of the road,and danced under the traffic lights ; I was Allie but I never really saw whom my partner was, all I knew was he's taller than me. It was all very much like real life,as I've done foxtrot in real life before. In the dream, an instrumental version of "Spell" by Marie Digby was playing in the background,and clearly both 'Noah' & I were crazy about each other, but then the freaky part kicks in when I finally get to see 'Noah's' face ; it was one of my friends! It was downright awkward, and it couldn't get any more wrong than that.What was that supposed to mean anyway?Is my brain playing tricks with me again? I expected Noah to be that someone I've always been head over heels in love with for the past few years,but instead it's someone I least expect! Perhaps it's just my brain telling me to stop overthinking,the pressure was perhaps too much. I think I've been overreacting lately,and overanalyzing things. I should stop caring too much about certain things, before I start feeling emotions I'm not supposed to - something I've always dreaded the most since the day I got friendzoned. I don't know what I feel. Everytime as I fall asleep, all these flashbacks keep coming back to me, it drives me nuts. And I thought I needed this long vacation so badly, it turned out that I'm too free, in spite of the music adventures I'm pursuing.</span><br />
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And for that,I think every woman in this world (myself included) would say yes to anyone who would empty their hearts in such a manner,putting their pride to its lowest level.I realize I haven't been speaking much about emotions here,so I guess this is the best time to do so. I admire Barney & Robin, not because they look good together,but because of their unexpected love story that sparked from absolute disgust,to best friends, to bros, and somehow down the road, lovers. They did break up when the relationship became self-destructive for the both of them,but eventually came back together,simply because they were meant to be. I believe, the best kind of love comes when you least expect it. Their amazing chemistry,their trust,their adorable 'in denial' attitude, it's safe to say that this is the kind of love I'd like to experience someday in my life.It gives me faith that someday I will find that special someone in the future, who would go the distance,just to make me happy.Thus far, I've yet to find such a person special enough as Barney to Robin and vice versa. Love - I don't even know if I've ever experienced it at all in my lifetime, in spite of the past relationships I've been through, at one point I find that none of them felt real.They were probably just mere emotions that spark from the heat of the moment,mutual interest in starting a romantic endeavor, without the will to sacrifice,to go an extra mile, nor to accept one another as who they are. Being a couple,or rather, loving one another,is about acceptance,forgiving, a little bit of sacrifice here and there; it's healthy for a couple to get into arguments and misfits once in awhile,imperfections is what makes the relationship perfect (in human sense).<br />
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tl;dr : I want what Robin has, an adventurous relationship with a fairy tale ending, which leads to a whole new paradigm instead of just a plain epilogue.Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-64309830844276141642013-01-15T22:17:00.000+08:002013-01-15T22:17:09.132+08:00Sometimes We Hear,But We Don't ListenHey listen,listen,listen,listen... lol . Salutations my awesome readers ! Yes,I'm gonna be actively blogging again on account of being free for 3 months due to my last longest semester break of my whole degree program. I know,I owe each and every one of you updates on what's been happening to me for the past 6 months, which of course includes events in 2012. We'll get to that,but since memories aren't going anywhere no matter how long it takes for me to share them, let's just focus on something more up-to-date and factual?<br />
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Recently, (about 2 days ago) a footage of a student-speaker forum in UUM had been going viral all over the internet due to the lack of integrity displayed by the speaker namely Ms Sharifah Zohra Jabeen in responding to a student's criticism towards the country's education loan system, peaceful street demonstrations and a few other political issues that seem to be the hottest debate topics between the government and the opposing party. I am not exactly one who would be very interested in political issues,mainly because I prefer not taking sides rather than giving my full support towards a party that might or might not be capable of ruling the country,especially with the fact that Malaysia is multi-racial and therefore,the slightest of mistakes in a public statement might awaken racial sentiments. Let's just say I speak for myself,and humans in general. The thing about us homo sapiens is that,we are well aware of our five major senses : sight,hearing,touch,taste,smell ; but what we are not aware of is that,are we interpreting the stimuli around us the way we should? Sometimes when we're conversing, we are definitely hearing, but here's the catch, are we actually listening to whom we speak to? Are we aware of the point he/she is trying to get across? Do we put ourselves in his/her shoe to understand what he/she might be trying to tell us? Do we see the big picture? Do we see right through his/her words so unveil the meaning that lies within? No. Not a definite no,we may still do,but not all the time. A clear example of such behavior was shown by this Ms Sharifah, of which she shut Ms Bavani off by repeating "Listen,listen,listen,let me speak" multiple times and eventually snatched the microphone away from the student who was,at that moment, trying to make a valid argument. Not only that,she also refuted Ms Bavani's argument by saying that Malaysia shouldn't be compared to other countries, and that the fact that those complains were lodged made it a 'relevant' excuse for Ms Bavani to leave the country. Her counter-argument was that animals have problems too but they do not go for public demonstrations like humans do. I too am against public demonstration,personally speaking,but the way Ms Sharifah treated this student was a disgrace to the whole 1 Malaysia Women Society. Age certainly does not justify the amount of respect you should get, for respect is to be earned. If you do not respect others,how do you expect others to do the same to you? A degree,or masters, or any forms of high-level certifications in general, also does not put you into a veto position to shut people off. In a democratic society, one should be allowed to voice out his/her comments, either it's positive or negative. Ms Bavani's boldness in her stand has earned my respect,whereas Ms Sharifah's ignorance makes me doubt her integrity and professionalism. If this is the kind of world we live in, where the future generation such as myself, who would someday lead the world, are not allowed to voice out our thoughts and ideas, I fear this country's future is a cloudy one. In spite of clashes in political views, we need to respect each other, let one another speak, who knows, sharing of ideas might just save the world from becoming .. toast. Don't just open your senses to hear, but...actually LISTEN, and think things through.This is what separates us from the animals,our ability to interpret what we have sensed.<br />
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p/s: to the peeps who applauded for both Ms Bavani and Ms Sharifah, have a backbone,please? Please stop having that 'follow the crowd' attitude. Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-52254532507148374892013-01-01T00:01:00.002+08:002013-01-01T00:01:57.461+08:00New Year's Eve - 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well hello there my dear readers! It's half an hour till the new year y'all ! And hey, if you're reading this, you've survived the 21/12/12 Doom's Day! ...and are as miserable as I am, celebrating it at home with my notes and books coz of the finals I'm having on January 2nd.YAY FOR YOU SMART PEOPLE STAYING HOME! who needs the celebration anyway,you gotta endure traffic,and possible drunkard encounter,the crime rates are high.. pish posh.. no I'm not being sour because I can't go out with my friends, I bet they have their own plans with their own gang, I'm just saying it's smarter to stay home,heh.<br />
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Back to our little doom's day chit-chat, well admit it, you were a wee bit scared the Mayans were right, although I wasn't. Apocalypse postponed eh? Typical homo sapien, even postponing things when it comes to predictions,heh procrastinators unite! Not that I'm being superstitious,I don't actually believe this but it's amusing to read how hard people work to spark panic. >> <a href="http://www.blackbookmag.com/health-beauty/apocalypse-postponed-to-2014-1.56192" target="_blank">2012 apocalypse postponed to 2014 ?</a><br />
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It's been a tradition for me to recap things in detail on the last day of the year,simply to reminiscent the good times and the bad times I've experienced. To be perfectly honest,2012 has been unexpectedly very dynamic in terms of experiences, it was one hell of a ride which I can't simply describe in one word. It's been an equal share of sweet and sour, pretty much resembles a bag of skittles.<br />
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It started off with a BAM, who would've thought I'd meet my heroes from Simple Plan : Pierre, Seb, David, Chuck, Jeff in person and watch them perform live?It was simply amazing, especially on account of getting to watch my punk rock princess as well within two consecutive months! I believe I need not to elaborate on this, as I've done enough of it within a blog post I had earlier on in January :'><br />
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Degree.. wow, to be describing what it's like here in one post would be an understatement. Sure,it was tough at first with my culture shock towards the sudden independence expected by the lecturers from us,but we managed to pull through. I met a lot of new people along the way,and hey, who would've known, that nerdy guy in FIC January 2011 (my sort of foundation senior) I used to think as someone who's super reserved and geeky would actually turn out to be my best friend within 8 months? I was thankful I had someone to be close with to that degree after Mahirah left. I'm a bit fuzzy as to how we actually connected,perhaps the fact that we're both guitarists?Or maybe we're just randomly insane,yeah that. I remembered his first question to me : "Why do you take Software Engineering?" I've forgotten what my answer was,but it was something along the lines of my desire to 'build my own software from scratch'. One thing led to another, then there I was,with him in his car,hunting for an electric guitar. We started talking everyday, and eventually know everything about each other, also often mistaken as a 'blooming couple',lol. For a short period of time,we've been into a lot of ups and downs, many a time have we saved each other's lives (not literally), and many a time have we gotten into big fights,but later on resolved in less than a day. I couldn't thank Allah enough for granting my wish to have someone to be physically there for me when I need him fter Mahirah left for Aussie. Jitki is Jitki, he will never be Mahirah, but I appreciate what we share so far,and I love them both equally.<br />
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Here's to you Jitki, (ultragay alert) : You're the best gift God has given me this year (after meeting Simple Plan,lol) .Thank you SO MUCH for all that you've done for me,for all the reality checks you gave me,for all your advice, for all the pointless bickering,for all the joy, for all the PMS-ing (which made me realize I shouldn't use it as an excuse to burst at people,nice reverse psychology),for all the insane conversations,for all the music.May this friendship last for many years to come :D<br />
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Enough gayness, we've still a couple of stuff more to revisit. This was also the year I first exposed my songs to the public, in Starbucks! It was all meant to be written for my personal enjoyment,but the crowd response was amazing! I didn't expect to literally perform it, it was however an amazing experience,not to mention,being appointed as the Managing Director of Taylor's Music CLub, I've dealt with so many obstacled along the way of organizing events. Jessie and Leanne are indeed such awesome people to work with,their passion for music,charisma,leadership,commitment,everything merges into one to form a very solid team. There has been a lot of changed in Music Club,and needless to say it's been a pleasure to be part of the pioneers and drivers to these changes.<br />
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Last but not least,here's to the new year 2013, hopefully as dynamic and adventurous as 2012!<br />
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!<br />
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xxxx<br />
Yana.Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-76656296295381089102012-11-16T01:32:00.000+08:002012-11-16T01:33:01.378+08:00How Many Centuries Have Passed...... since this blog's updated?<br />
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I owe my readers,followers, and those people who discovered my blog in one way or another, a major apology for once again leaving this blog to the hands of spiders and dust bunnies. Degree has undeniably suck the very life out of my physical being, thereby depriving me of my time to blog and of course,spam this space xD I guess this explains the random quotes I've been throwing all over my Twitter huh?i can only stand being deprived of my blogging time for so long. So basically there has been a number of happenings in my life that i have not been updating about. Let's start with the oldest one,and then build up to the latest event shall we. <br />
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BRACE YOURSELF,this is bound to be an extremely long post,with extremely large amounts of pictures and captions!<br />
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<li>Music Club's Divas vs Kings Concert. (20th April 2012)</li>
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This was my first ever event that I've organized as a new BOD alongside Jessie. Planning stage wasn't as intense as MJ Night considering that this event is less ambitious. Admission was free and the theme was pretty 'narrow'. The idea was to get our Elite members to expose themselves to songs performed by artists whom they consider as 'Kings or Divas'.Here's an interesting part, at the very last minute,we decided to give it a charity twist.Back then there was a devastating story about the late Alda Tan (an infamous independent bassist) who collapsed into a coma due to brain cancer. We decided to give him a helping hand by raising minor funds merely by placing two containers labelled 'Kings' and 'Divas' in the middle of the stage for attendees to donate. At the end of the show,we were to calculate which team, Kings or Divas, who contributed the most to the charity.We even got Adam Lobo from Dragon Red to come and give us a little speech regarding Alda's condition. Neo did an excellent job emceeing the entire show. The playlist and performers go as follow :</div>
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<span lang="EN-MY" style="background: white; color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Opening</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="EN-MY" style="background: white; color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Hush
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Leanne Chuan, Maya Hanum<o:p></o:p></div>
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King 1<br />
Diva 1<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="EN-MY" style="background: white; color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Hound
Dog by Elvis Presley<br />
Love On Top by Beyonce</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Spellman Choy<br />
Ron Hoe<o:p></o:p></div>
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King 2<br />
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Somebody by Kings of Leon<br />
Without you</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Dzaim Adzmi<br />
Alif<o:p></o:p></div>
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I Want to Spend My Lifetime Loving You<o:p></o:p></div>
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Adam, Leanne<o:p></o:p></div>
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King 3<br />
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<span lang="EN-MY" style="background: white; color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">You
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I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Faiz<br />
Ruda<o:p></o:p></div>
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King 4<br />
Diva 4<o:p></o:p></div>
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What’s Up<br />
Lambert Medley<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ryham Haris<br />
Jessie Lim<o:p></o:p></div>
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King 5<br />
Diva 5<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="EN-MY" style="background: white; color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Yellow
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Irreplaceable</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Spellman Choy<br />
Leanne Chuan<o:p></o:p></div>
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King 6<br />
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Home by Michael Buble<br />
Against All Odds<o:p></o:p></div>
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Adam<br />
Alif<o:p></o:p></div>
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King 7<br />
Diva 7<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Way You Look Tonight<br />
I Wanna Dance With Somebody<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jason Phung<br />
Maya Hanum<o:p></o:p></div>
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Transition (Break)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Greatest Love of All<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hui Ying, San San<o:p></o:p></div>
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As a last minute thing,I played guitar for Ryham as she sang 'What's Up' by 4 Non Blondes, a song I would have never thought I would ever perform. It went really well. Most of them,especially Ryham,Ruda,Jung-A,Maya & Ron totally brought the house down :D Not to mention Mahirah's surprise attendance ! My personal favorites of the night were of course Dzaim's 'Use Somebody' ( the crowd sang along with him,backing him up with the iconic "ohh woo-oh oh woo-oh", I think he cried at one point :') ), Sai's epic fail Man In The Mirror when he forgot how the song starts but managed to control the situation by making it a joke, Ron's adorable 'Love On Top' cacat dance HAHAHA, Ryham's slot with me (although she almost forgot the first line,but moi saved the day by playing an extra bar of progressions hehe), and also, the crowd's participation in We Will Rock You,rocking with us,drumming their seats and stomping their feet. It was just epic and all our effort paid off!</div>
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So the boys in my class introduced me to this addictive game called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BaboViolent_2" target="_blank">Babo Violence</a>,which is a basically a first person shooter game involving characters in the form of colorful balls (yes you read that correctly, BALLS) in obstacles built by players beforehand. It's a multiplayer game,so we had uber fun playing on LAN considering it was just the beginning of the semester, a dull Monday,per say. This was long before ground rules were set,disallowing games to be played in computer labs. That session was in the morning,in the evening,on the other hand,I had a little busking session by the lake with the usual Elite gang,singing random songs before having dinner and heading on to Sunway Pyramid to watch The Avengers.</div>
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Wanna know what's probably the most fun assignment we've ever done? The publicity stunt assignment for Communication for IT Professionals ! Our idea was to promote Sparta Energy drink! (in this sense,'we' refer to my group consisting me,Yen,Seelan,Shafeeq, Zul & Khanna). Apparently we had a slight crossover with another group consisting Jitki, Kai, Calvin, Chee Heng & Jacky (or as we like to call them, the Januarians, since they came from FIC January intake, technically our intake 'seniors', heh). They did 'Sparta Chicken' so we decided to collaborate. The idea was to ..'shove' our posters to the random people in SLC,asking for their feedback regarding the outlook of the posters we designed. Some of us went as far as bringing paintball war gears (the one everyone was oh-so-fond of messing with xD). </div>
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This was probably the first outing I've had with Jitki before we became best friends. He wanted to look for a guitar,knowing that I had somewhat of a wisdom relating to music,he dragged me along,guitar hunting from store to store, from Sunway Pyramid,to TGS Damansara Perdana,to Bentley to some other random music stores along LDP. Knowing that we might not make it back in time for dinner,he decided to have it at my place instead,where coincidentally, Yen and Angyu was after Yen's futsal session.Clearly Jitki's presence partially surprised them as they weren't aware of our closeness. The rest of the night was spent watching 'Whose Line Is It Anyway' after dinner followed by a McDonald's session,and a gossip session at the playground near my place (where abandoned buses were,making the place slightly eerie,much like a potential zombie hotspot). This marked the first outing we've ever had as a gang.</div>
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Just like every other farewell tradition,it was a must for us to at least have a final outing with Mahirah before she flew off to Adelaide to pursue her dream course in degree level. Our destination this time was Time Square,why? Because it's in the heart of the City,and it's near other shopping spots as well. As much as I despise shopping, for Mahirah, I'll survive xD We first had lunch in Nando's (for some reason,this place has always been our first stop before anything else o.O), went window shopping for a bit and had a karaoke session. Let's just say it's my first time being cooked up in a room,with music at full blast,random tidbits on the table and screaming my lungs out to various tunes. It's one of the most enjoyable things I've ever done,karaoke comes second in my 'fun things to do before I die' list after rock gig pogo xD we ended our little outing with a little more shopping and camwhoring! </div>
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Today marks a century since the catastrophic tragedy of the sinking of the ever-so-infamous "unsinkable" RMS Titanic on April 15th 1912. Henceforth, historians and marine biologists had been searching high and low for the remains of the majestic cruise ship,which was finally discovered by a Dr Ballard in 1985. This very remarkable finding became a large stepping stone to scientists and investigators all over the globe to uncover the theories and myths surrounding the tragedy : how it occurred, the phases of the sinking,historical artifacts,microbiological creatures, fate of the bodies buried at sea; there were countless questions and hypotheses to be proven.</div>
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Out of over 2000 passengers and crews,only 710 survived ; this casualty count was certainly a shocker to the world especially with the fact that word had been around during the time that the ship was built in such a way that it was almost impossible for her to sink.As massive and dazzling as it was, it was very clear that she lacked in safety measures : with only a number of lifeboats enough to bear not even half the number of the passengers and crews altogether.A result of 90% male casualties was actually due to the "women and children first" policy whereby these two categories of passengers were given priorities with an exceptional case of wives who refuse to leave their husbands behind and those who gave up (especially the crews and the third class passengers). There were 16 air tight columns altogether; it was mentioned that if it were to be only 4 of them filled up with sea water instead of 5 the ship would have survived the collision. According to certain claims, the ship received a warning from another nearby ship regarding the iceberg area she was approaching but unfortunately the message wasn't taken seriously considering the fact that the crews assumed the ice would have melted by then.If only they heeded the warning,the collision could have been avoided with only a difference of two minutes.The death toll could have also been the result of men being shot to death in the chaotic scene of jumping into the lifeboats.<br />
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Only slightly above 700 passengers (mostly from the first class) made it to the lifeboats,while the remaining 1000 were forced to remain on the sinking ship : some remained in their positions and went down with the ship (including the Captain Edward Smith), some died when the ship broke in half after it immersed in water, some drowned to death due to the suction effect of the sinking ship, some perished after the funnels collapsed and hit them in the water, some even died of hypothermia.It was a gruesome sight and experience that traumatised the survivors for life.The screams,the devastating shout of agony as they were forced to deny access to the lifeboats,shouting heartless things like "One more of you will sink us all!".They did eventually return to rescue the lucky ones, although there was a slim chance that most of them would have survived. A rescue ship,the Carpathia came to retrieve the victims. The exact number of passengers were uncertain, because of many factors. The ships then returned to the sinking sight to retrieve bodies ; however due to the fact that the death toll was way too high, only bodies of the first class passengers were taken back to their hometowns while others were left to be buried at sea.<br />
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Now that it's been 100 years, artifacts had been extracted from the site to be auctioned to the masses. Somehow, this had cultivated mixed reactions. In my own personal view, excavation should be ethical, meaning the purpose should be done for knowledge and discovery, not for profit. Auctioning the personal belongings obtained from the shipwreck is a tad disrespectful for those buried at sea ; it's as if we're digging a person's ancestors' grave and stealing the items they were buried with.For the past few nights I've been digging through articles upon articles about the aftermath of the tragedy for the sake of general knowledge (Yana?reading? yes I know it just doesn't mix but this is really been an interesting topic). In a scientific perspective, the Titanic remains is expected to collapse in another 50 years due to corrosion. Expeditions had also led to the findings of human remains consumed by sea critters and bacteria,leaving only inedible parts such as the rubber boots the deceased was wearing at the time of the tragedy.<br />
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This tragedy had also been commemorated in so many ways,including movie productions like the renowned Titanic (1997) starring Leonardo di Caprio and Kate Winslet. To be honest,I didn't really take the movie seriously back when I was a child until I found out that it was based on a true story.What trenched my heart the most is of course the double standard between the high class and the commoners. Most of the time I was depressed because of all the children and adults who lost their will to live and decided to stay on the ship as it sunk. An unforgettable scene was of course that one of a baby and its mother floating,lifeless on the freezing cold surface of the water. I couldn't bear the sight of it,it was too much for my fragile heart to imagine that all those scenes were true : even the one with the crews getting orders to lock the third class passengers up in order to let the first class passengers have the privilege of getting on the lifeboats first.Where was the humanity? I was also emotional when the podre' read the prayers,knowing that the end was near. It reminded me how precious life is as it is fragile. Not to mention real life prominent heroic figures from the true story such as the Titanic Orchestra consisting 7-8 members who kept playing music for the people to give them hope as the ship was sinking,and John Jacob Astor 1V who helped people into the lifeboats.<br />
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To us, she was just a historical shipwreck we only found out about because of the movie Titanic ; to researchers she is a gemstone whilst to the survivors, the haunting memories will scar them till the day they die.It was indeed a night to remember for all eternity, one that proves even perfection has its flaws when it comes to the laws of nature,and that fate cannot be avoided.<br />
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May all the souls that perished on the night of 15th April 1912 rest in peace. May God bless them all - the children,the women,the brave men, the crews --- all of them.Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-9724891215639526502012-04-05T01:57:00.001+08:002012-04-06T01:47:07.058+08:00Overdue Greek Toga Night Adventure<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This story is super overdue(about exactly a month ago?LOL) but knowing me,I NEVER leave out any adventurous details of my life.So I've been having my bandmates practicing a month in advance, whereby the songs were chosen with everyone's approval.After much bickering on FB,we've finally decided to do "Here Without You" (3 Doors Down),I Won't Give Up (Jason Mraz) and Breakeven (The Script). After a month's preparation of three days per week, we were struck by misfortune when we learnt that Neo was down with food poisoning; in despair,me,Josh & Nadzmi scouted for more than one substitutes to cover for him.Lucky for us,within a day we managed to get Denise,Jessie and Jason Addams (Jason & Adam) to help us out.<br />
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Many thanks to Faiz for willing to be my personal chauffeur, my date to Aiman's wedding (which coincidentally fall on the same day),my motivator and our personal makeup artist.We rushed from my house to the wedding,and then straight on to uni for a last minute rehearsal with our sub vocalists.<br />
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It went pretty well and I was amazed by their ability to adapt (and not to be proud or anything but), not to mention Josh and Nadzmi transposing the songs in such short notice.Our slot was supposed to be at 8.30pm,but somehow there was a situation where Dzaim's band went missing at 7-ish and we had to fill in with Jason's performance, Breakeven.We were slightly panicked with the fact that Denise actually drove all the way to her church in Damansara Heights for a certain rehearsal, we thought she wouldn't make it.However, Dzaim & Said then took over our slot at 8-ish, performing Pumped Up Kicks by Foster The People.Then 'twas our turn again, luckily Denise showed up just in time. Jessie performed I Won't Give Up followed by Denise (Here Without You). For some really strange reason, there was so much time left for performances as the Greek Toga Night was moving faster than we thought. Spontaneously, Jason Addams performed their own stuff to save the day.<br />
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Since the food served was only allocated for 4 performers,we decided to move the party to Sunway Pyramid for dinner. We managed to talk Jessie and Denise into joining us. I'm telling ya, our convoy was mad -.- the boys playfully raced and fought for parking space. It was hilarious, not to mention the tiny argument regarding where to eat at , a silly debate of Delicious vs Nando's - the latter won,in case you were wondering. Let's just say the way the waiter and waitresses looked at us seemed like we were noisy enough to get kicked out xD Then again,you can't blame us,we're like family and the dinner was unplanned. After what seemed like a 2-hour banter,we finally dispersed. I swear,it was hella fun! Maybe it's true, the best things are natural and impromptu eh? ;)<br />
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<span id="goog_434847433"></span><span id="goog_434847434"></span>Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-46928519872109080272012-03-22T23:45:00.001+08:002012-03-22T23:45:17.560+08:00Top 10 Reasons Why K-Pop Isn't My ThingKpop fans I'm warning you,you wouldn't like this so feel free to proceed elsewhere if you can't bear to hear your idols being ditched by me. Otherwise, stay and hear me out.Just a message to people out there who think they can get through me when I clearly said I'm into Western music.<br />
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I've always been known as 'that rocker chic who plays guitar and is obsessed with all things punk', so much so that it's like my middle name now. It's not like I have a reputation to uphold, but I really do live up to that certain lengthy middle name people have been giving me.I know,not all rockers dislike Kpop, but really,ever since my friends in Muar started to get into all things Korean, I found myself to be a bit left out.YES I did enjoy Winter Sonata,Autumn in My Heart and Full House,they each have their strengths in terms of storyline, but that's just the soap operas. Let's get to the music. The ballads are undeniably soothing and placed at the right moments of the stories to toy around with our emotions, then again there was this thing called Kpop. I thought,okay since I wanna be a musician,why not give it a whirl and be a universal music appreciator. I tried listening to it,and also googled for pictures of the Kpop stars which my friends had deemed as 'hot',clearly I wasn't into it at all.It's been years and I haven't budged from my stand of being on the non-Kpop fan side.And now people are trying hard to get me to like it -.- dude seriously? I was entirely annoyed enough seeing B2ST live at MTV World Stage because they took too much time and made me wait so long for Neon Trees and 30 Seconds to Mars to perform. Let me clarify the exact reasons pertaining to why I can never become a KPop fan.<br />
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<li><b>Weak vocals -</b> I'm in no way competent to judge one's singing due to my insufficient level of singing capabilities but to me, if you struggle to reach a note,you're too nasal to the point of shouting, you can't sing. Not only do they have such pitching problems, they also have breathing weaknesses and their vocals always sound too airy for my liking.The girls are high pitched in a very disturbing way,something that reminds me of why I hate Vanessa Hudgens. Their songs are bloody easy to sing in spite of the fact they had to juggle singing and dancing on stage, it's never an excuse to suck.</li>
<li><b>Annoying tunes and beats. </b>- This speaks for itself. They use such irritating sounds and effects. Listening to the intro of their songs alone is torture for me, too much of synth and all these unnecessary artificial beats,not to mention excessive usage of autotune.</li>
<li><b>Silly lyrics. - </b>Stuff like "ratatatata" "dandaratantam" and "ring ding dong" dafuq is that?? What do they even mean? Songs are supposed to express your emotions, rambling out random syllables just don't cut it.Why do I cope with Gaga instead? It's because as trashy as her music sounds,she compensates with her highly empowered vocals, not to mention her enthusiastic charisma on stage.</li>
<li><b>Pointless scenes in the MV's. - </b>The song is about a girl,but the intro of the MV shows a few guys,shirtless,breaking out into some heartbreak dance routine and splashing in unison. You can barely tell the relation between the songs and their supposedly complementing MV. As for the girls, it's a must to laugh and make duckfaces at each other.</li>
<li><b>Cliche' dance routines - </b>Chest thrust, open jacket, something like shuffling but in a faster tempo, open glasses,throw stuff till they shatter when they hit the wall. Yes,very nice.Very sexy. Why am I not turned on? Coz they're lame and almost the same everytime.That's for the guys,as for the girls, wear hot pants or short skirts,show off lovely lady legs, move that curves,Wow.. seriously,is this art?</li>
<li><b>Too pretty/ too much fashion emphasis - </b>Needless to say their style is overrated, their clothes are too fancy for their capabilities. i understand the fact that they're celebrities and are somewhat trend setters, but overdressing gets you nowhere,love.</li>
<li><b>Trying too hard to exaggerate cuteness - </b>Koreans are naturally adorable, if they don't try too hard. Puffing your cheeks? Plastic surgery? Excessive makeup? Absurd hairstyles? Duckface? Dressing up like 5-year-olds? You gotta do better than that.</li>
<li><b>They all look the same - </b>Self-explanatory. To this day I can never tell them apart,let alone tell which members are which in individual groups.I find it freaky.</li>
<li><b>Too mainstream - </b>When it gets famous,it gets overrated.When it gets overrated,it sucks. Simple math.</li>
<li><b>Their fanbase goes overboard ALL THE DAMN TIME - </b>Not all of them,I was just annoyed by the very few that somewhat worship these bands. Sure it's okay to simply paste the posters in our bedroom or change your fb profile picture to their photos, but seriously dude, I got shoved and squished by Kpop fans who wanna see B2ST the other day,not only did they physically abuse me,they also SHOUTED in my ears the lyrics of the kpop songs, and shrieked at every muscle the kpop stars moved.It was such a torture. As much as enthralled as I was to see Simple Plan,I didn't remember harassing people with my fandom. I simply cannot stand them at all. Fangirling is a normal thing but really, don't go overboard. Other people wanna see the show too. Don't hog the audience space for yourselves,be considerate.</li>
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Oh my.. wonder how long has it been since I last updated ? I don't know what exactly have I been doing with my life but it's very likely that I end up too tired to think of ways to tell my stories here,so I apologize for my absence. To be perfectly honest,I'm very overwhelmed with the number of blog views I have since I last dropped an update here! So I guess here's a gift to my darling readers,an all-in-one post to compensate the adventures I've been leaving untold. So here's what I owe you, let's drop the descriptive part for awhile but I'll try to include as much detail as possible.</div>
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<b>26th February: Walkathon </b></div>
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Waking up as early as 4am after a mere one-hour bedtime is not the best idea I've ever had. It felt like a hangover, except I wasn't drunk, just ultimately exhausted from sleep deprivation. My insomnia is indeed incurable for some weird reason. So I walked into the cold shower and got dressed, prayed,and waited for Sheeqa to come and pick me up, Apparently we waited for subuh prayers to pass before we proceeded to Mont Kiara to pick her friends up. The view of KL City was magnificent, the twilight sky and the concrete jungle. We reached the venue (Padang Merbok) at about 7-ish where we were required to sign up; got our numbers ready,tshirts on and we were up for that 1.8km walk accompanying the disabled ones. It was a wonderful experience, I managed to get to know a few of them, boy, how they inspired me! Their will to get on with their lives,especially those who weren't born disabled,it made me realize that our vision is such a huge gift from God but we tend to neglect it and forget to be thankful of it. All in all,the event was kickass and we ended the day with a lunch in Padang Kota, not forgetting our soggy shoes filled with mud.<br />
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<b>27th February : Jam sesh and Guitar Class</b><br />
A musician's gotta do what a musician's gotta do, in spite of it being the eve of my birthday, I still had to come to uni for band practice and to teach guitar class on behalf of Music Club, just to assist Calvin. So we did a little tweak on the songs we were to perform, before Nadzmi had to leave for work. Neo and Josh,however,joined us for the guitar class. Teaching beginner guitarists was one thing, teaching them the RIGHT thing was another.I did not really have a proper briefing,so I went on rambling about guitar tunings,of which made my lessons deemed as "too competent for beginners",so i had to tone down a little bit,teaching them more basic stuff like sitting with a guitar and reading basic tabs as well as basic plucking. Admittedly, I myself have never used my right fingers for plucking as I consider myself to be more of a 'pick person',then again,as the syllabus required,I had to somewhat improvise and master the skill on the spot.Surprisingly half the 'students' were actually better than I thought,sure buzzing noises were likely due to improper fretting of the strings,then again,their determination to learn was highly commendable. So once the guitar class ended,I headed down to the V to have dinner with Eve and the rest of the new friends I made: Eunice,Darren. All was well. Not to leave out,my pre-birthday dinner of Pizza!<br />
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<b>28th February : Fever, Comida & Awesome Ribs</b><br />
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So yeah, the best way to turn 19,and the best gift (according to my scumbag bodily system) is by giving myself a break - or rather,forcing myself into getting some rest and drinking more water.YES,I was 19 and feverish, yippeee ! NOT.I knew that disease was coming when I started to overwork and barely had enugh sleep for the last couple of days,my body could only take so much. Then again,it was still a terrific day on account of waking up to a birthday card waiting for me on the table from mom.Managed to reply over 200 ++ birthday messages from everyone on Facebook,Twitter and even my phone, which was somewhat equivalent to a world record for someone so sickly as I was LOL. I was supposed to claim my free food coupon from a newly opened Western cuisine restaurant in Desa Sri Hartamas called Comida,owned by the one and only One Buck Short considering the fact that it was my birthday. The plan changed the last minute as my sister decided to treat me and my mom to Tony Roma's in the Curve where we ironically bumped into Mooky of One Buck Short,lol. And just as the waitresses served me my birthday lava and sang me the birthday song,I saw Joanna Renisa walking outside with her hubby,Azri. In case you're wondering,she's the lead singer for Joanna & Co,a local act I happen to be a casual fan of. Talk about awesome encounters eh?Did I also mention my niece drew me a really sweet card? :3<br />
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<b>29th February : Final Jam Sesh</b><br />
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I miraculously recovered from the fever just in time to jam with my bandmates. I registered for degree and became an official degree student,although classes don't commence until April. We managed a few arrangements and everything was all set for our performance. So since the day before was my birthday,I got a few awkward wishes and greetings from people who just found out when they saw Ang Yu passing me a gift. It's this 3D puzzle I took 4 hours to complete.Mind boggling,if I don't say so myself,it was tricky for the most part but it constructed patience.The following shows the untouched and aftermath of the puzzle,and yes,it's smaller than you think.Only about an inch long and 1cm high.<br />
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Everyone left as early as 4pm.So much for Josh's plan to do something crazy on the 29th eh? LOL.<br />
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<b>3rd March : Greek Toga Night</b><br />
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Based on the 'pictures or it never happened' concept,I'll wait for Faiz to upload the pictures first before I write anything. (Slow poke is slow,I know,but it's understood well that he's been busy with classes and such,so I'll wait).<br />
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<b>4th March : Gossip Girls' Day Out</b><br />
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It's been ages since I last recalled our outing,and it's always been an incomplete gang joining it if one were to not be available on the decided date,then again this time we planned ahead - take a month in advance.Thank god at least four people showed up including myself.So we did the usual routine gossiping while having our lunch at Uncle Lim's, and then we headed on for a little stroll while waiting for our movie to start since the ladies were looking to window shop and hunt for shoes.Funny story,the movie booking got mixed up since we had separated seats in spite of booking together. Sorry trainee employee guy, we want our money to be worth it, what's the point of going outing together if we don't get to watch the movie in the same spot? The mix-up was however solved peacefully when the manager personally went out to do so.Meanwhile, it was my time of the month and nature took its course on me, so it turned into a quest to solve that little issue I had : either by looking for a skirt to wear as what Jijie & kak Halie had suggested or a new shirt as what Rin proposed,so that I can tie my jacket around my waist.So we finally decided to leave the problem behind and chill at Starbucks, our routine final stop. A little more gossips,and then we headed into the theater to watch Lorax. The movie's fine,imaginative and suitable for children. Amusing but not much of a message to convey. I give it a 6/10. A little more gossip session while waiting for our respective transports and then the farewells.<br />
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<b>7th March : Outing with Hanizar + Car Park Adventure</b><br />
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Now this is an interesting story to highlight. It wasn't exactly Hanizar's first time coming to my uni,so she picked me up at home and came with me to my beloved Taylor's Lakeside Campus,where she had to wait for me to settle all my Music Club business with Jessie,Vincent,Deena and Neo. Our meeting started at about 2pm after I grabbed lunch with Hanizar (it was on her,woohoo) at the V, my usual place to be every Monday despite the fact that I'm not a vegetarian. So it ended at 4pm. Sunway Pyramid's parking lot was so packed that we were forced to literally drive against the legal direction flow to get a decent one. We got out of the car and then walked around. I did enjoy window shopping with her, because she doesn't usually take too long or go into unnecessary shops.Grabbed dinner in McD whilst we did a lot more catching up,and then a movie : the Woman In Black. At first I thought,meh.. an American horror movie,what could be so scary? This should be a laugh, plus it's Daniel Radcliffe, no one could possibly get the fact that he's Harry Potter out of our heads. - I was bloody wrong though. I spoke too soon,the movie was scary as fuck ! I found myself (and probably Hanizar too) covering our eyes half the time, not daring to even give a peep. It was so scary that we ended up forgetting where we parked our car. 45 minutes of exploring each and every atrium and car park floor possible later, we finally decided to consult the staff at the car park help desk to help us locate our car. She was half laughing when she found out Hanizar gave her the wrong car plate number, but we were lucky the car was found. We drove into the night, with rain above our heads (yes.. way to add in the horror movie mood). It was chaotic but fun.<br />
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<b>11th March : Another Birthday Brunchinner</b><br />
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My Aunt Yah makes it a point to celebrate my birthday regardless of my age, so she treated me New York Strip Steak at Chilli's and Tutti Frutti. It was indeed a brunchinner since I was so full that it was the only meal I had all day till I slept.Great to finally have gotten myself a proper capo (which cost quite a fortune) and a 500GB external HDD. I'm a happy 19-year-old :3<br />
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<b>12th March : Gaga vs Adele</b><br />
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My Mondays are usually early since I joined Music Club Committee.I have to follow my brother to the uni at 7-ish in order to arrive at 8-ish in time for his classes. For 4 hours or so,I'd have to get myself occupied before anyone in campus would be free to have lunch with me.Lucky for me,that day Mahirah was free,so we grabbed a bite with Spell,Neo and Leanne. Beckofen Spaghetti carbonara with turkey ham slices of course :3 My fave! Mahirah couldn't stay long though, but we managed to jam until 1pm.So as what the outcome of the meeting was supposed to be, we went on with Gaga vs Adele theme. However, a slight miscommunication reminded us that no one booked the venue,so we had to settle down our Music Club meeting in the music room. A little packed, but it was great that quite a number of people turned up. As soon as they arrived,we did a briefing and then divided them into groups. The Elites were assigned to lead the groups whereby at least two Elites were to mentor their individual groups,be it Team Gaga or Adele. I was with Spellman and a few others.Since we're team Gaga,we decided to do Just Dance at first,then we switched to Bad Romance in spite of that minor episode.For a group of new people, my team was actually pretty good.They sang in proper key,which made it easier for me to transpose the song into a male vocalist's range.It was fun,all the rivalry, a few excellent hidden talents, we couldn't even choose a winning team since everyone went all out and did a great job; except maybe the Elites screwed up a little when we attempted the GagAdele medley.Well what did you expect out of a two-hour preparation performance? The important key was that all of us had tonnes of fun.<br />
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*EXHALE* that was hella long post but there you go,what I've been leaving out all these while.Thanks for being such loyal readers! Keep up the support.Loveeeee and respect.<br />
<b><br /></b>Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-25414662449899247102012-02-25T04:28:00.000+08:002012-02-25T04:28:51.078+08:00Lavigne's Black Star WeekIn conjunction with Avril Lavigne's Black Star Tour which ended yesterday, having Malaysia as her last performance venue for the tour, I decided to blog about the whole week in one go. I'll try to tell each story as brief but complete as I could,with only the highlighted events included.<br />
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Day 1 - Sunday : Lunch with the Elite Team<br />
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So apparently Mahirah and Nadzmi secretly planned a lunch date with all the members of the Elite team prior to the departure of a few of us to other unis, it was initially meant to celebrate the anniversary of the Elites and as a farewell for them. Well, things don't always go as we plan ; something came up and Mahirah herself couldn't make it so the organizing duties have been passed to the co-host of the event, Nadzmi. in spite of the fact that it was meant for the Elites, we brought in Dzaim's friend to join us under the concept of 'the more the merrier'. Jessie and I took the time we had while waiting for our food to arrive to prepare charades and plan out Music Club's first ever meeting. We talked for a bit while pictures were captured.Then everyone dispersed, where Josh had bowling practice, Benson had another appointment to attend to, while Dzaim's gang headed to One Utama to settle their preparations for their France trip,which left Faiz,Nadzmi and me alone. So the three of us walked to MBO to watch Journey 2. Not a bad movie at all to be honest and all three of us had a great time. pics credits to Nadzmi photography.<br />
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Day 2 - Monday : 1st Music Club Meeting in 2012<br />
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Not sure if anyone is aware of how I've been actively spamming the Music Club page lately ; the point? I'm a junior committee of the club now,and I were to handle meetings and other Music Club activities. To be perfectly honest, it was awkward at first, especially with the fact that only the junior committee were there while Benson only arrived later on.There was nothing scarier than trying to make a good impression and handling a crowd of new faces. This was also the first time we had a meeting in the Experimental Theatre aka The Box. I started to nervously approach the new members and got to know a few of them (whose names I could've sworn I had troubles remembering, lol). It went pretty well since they're quite warm , phew. Then Josh got to their attention when we did an introductory speech. They were then divided into 3 groups and we played charades. These groups were to guess the names of artists written on pieces of paper held by their leaders. They were to sing out songs by the artists ; alright I confess most of the committee did help the junior out. So as a result, all three groups were then required to each prepare a love song performance while the Elites, too, had to prepare ourselves to showcase and demonstrate who we are to them. The loser needed to perform first. Neo,Josh, Benson, Faiz and me performed Breakeven on behalf of the Elites. (photos credits to Nadzmi Photography)<br />
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Day 4 - Wednesday (Pavilion with the Musketeers)<br />
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It's been awhile since us trio : Mahirah, Faiz and me, had gone for a proper lunch date and outing,so this time, instead of having lunches in our uni, we decided to twist our plans a little bit. Faiz fetched me from my house and we headed for M's in Mont Kiara. I finally met her mom and got to somewhat chat with her for a little bit. We then headed for Pavilion. Traffic was quite smooth (my mom called be on my way there, making sure I come home early because I had a last minute notice to settle my scholarship application that night), and the first thing on our minds was to grab lunch. After several contemplation (and arguments lol) we finally settled down in Nando's. To save up, we ordered the Nando's 4-pax platter and a dessert. It was pretty amusing how the place doesn't seem to have enough staff when we were there, there seemed to only be one waitre on duty o.O peculiar, I know. After we finished our meals, they told me they were taking me to a 'surprise place'. As much as I love surprises, I hate curiosity! can't believe they would put me in that situation for the whole night! lol. Finally, mystery's solved. Turned out they were taking me to this newly opened haven for makeup addicts : Sephora, which was situated just opposite the main Pavilion building. Of course, what's the purpose of stepping into a makeup store and NOT dolling up yourself right? Faiz was on makeup duties, and I must say he might as well just work there xD judging by the standard of his skillful hands.Then we were up for a little facial cleansing talk by one of the salesgirls (dubbed E-een), as convincing as it sounded, I'd stick to my old face washing routine,too lazy to bother xD our next stop was Sticky, a candy place that Mahirah favors a lot. We were lucky to have been able to witness the candy being made by hand. Then we did a little more strolling before we finally decided to grab a Chatime (*disclaimer : it's a very popular chillout place in Malaysia that mainly sells bubble tea and other Taiwanese style drinks in plastic cups) and then took pictures with the touring bear statues to wrap up the whole outing. (photos credits to Mahirah Photography).<br />
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Day 6 - Friday (Jam session with Band 93)<br />
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It was the 17th already and I've never been this glad to have made up an alibi to cancel our 26th February gig ! Although it's almost two weeks away, I doubt the boys can cope such tight schedule,especially considering the fact how we're all part time musicians and are not professionals. I'm not really their leader, thank God, but we share the tasks among one another since none of us are willing to appoint ourselves one. So we made it a habit to practice way earlier beforehand to avoid any last minute jobs. We all anticipated Josh's arrival to see what he brought.. it wasn't a bass as we've expected, but he brought enough equipment to open up his own mini studio in SLC! well it wasn't a complete set,but surely it's good enough for recording. His midi controller (the red keyboard,for those of you who are wondering), his mixing headphones, laptop,cables,condenser mic, mixer. It was a hassle but he managed to carry them all by himself ; although he had to first go home and take it back to uni. The jam session went well for 2 hours solid before we resumed a random jam session. Jason joined us in between and they managed to record a song with him. It was rather productive and I managed to wrap up Here Without You and part of Breakeven with Neo. We then dispersed, where we awkwardly ended up meeting each other again outside SLC. Neo,Josh,Jason and I sat on the floor and started talking. Just as Josh was gonna leave and I wanted to head out to dinner with Jason, we met Neo who was supposedly gone for hours ago. Talk about magnet eh? Another funny incident is when we were all in the middle of a convo when we learnt that Josh's car broke down and we had to go all the way to his parking spot to jump start the engine for him. Heck of a day I might say!<br />
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Day 7 - Black Star Tour final gig (Avril Lavigne live in Stadium Merdeka)<br />
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I've been waiting for this my whole life! Avril Lavigne, as I mentioned before, is one of my biggest idols and she's definitely in my bucketlist of artists I'd like to watch live before I die, lol. I got her Rock Zone ticket thanks to Rach! For some strange reason, I wasn't quite excited about it the night before,maybe because of the hectic day I've had in uni. I didn't bother to get myself ready until it was 3pm. Traffic was smooth along MRR2 but started to clog up when we reached KL, I managed to reach on time : 6pm. I was supposed to meet up with El Amino but unfortunately the queue was insanely long so I decided to just wander around alone to look for a perfect spot to sit and wait. I was lucky I stumbled upon such lovely girls : Alyssa & the gang of young teenagers. I initially asked them about the posters they got, and somehow the conversation evolved and voila! new friends :D And the advantage was that I managed to get to the front of the queue with the girls.Long story short, security was an asshole and they took my camera away, then again it wasn't enough to steal the excitement. The show started of with some shitty dance music (sorry, for some reason I hate music remixes done by this DJ Natalie, it was disturbingly annoying). I was so glad it ended and soon, Avril showed up on stage strutting the tunes of Black Star and then pumping up with WTH. The 3rd song was SK8ER BOI, one of my faves since I was a child! The following are the songs she sang + my reviews :<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Full Track/Song list of Avril Lavigne The Black Star Tour LIVE in Malaysia</strong><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><b>1. Blackstar </b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">It was only an instrumental, but the excitement started to spark because we know we're finally seeing her on stage. The 'star' light sticks waved by the audience gave a really interesting effect on the entire atmosphere throughout the song.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To be honest, I'm not really a big fan of this song but I gotta admit, Avril pulled off the high notes better singing live rather than recorded! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><b>3. SK8ER Boi</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I hate the fact that everyone sang along and I can't hear shit that Avril sang,lol. It was fun though because the whole crowd felt the energy she carried and started to jump with her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;">5. I always get what I want</span></b><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><b>6. Alice</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">This song was so much better live than in the album. I fell in love with it instantly when the epicness flew in the air as the music started to entice us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><b>7. When you’re gone</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>"</b>I always needed time on my own" - by singing this line, Avril had once again gotten the whole stadium to sing along. As usual,her vocals were out of this world !</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><b><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;">8. Wish you were here</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;">9. Unwanted/ Musical Piece</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;">10. Girlfriend</span></b><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><b><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;">11. Airplanes/ My happy ending</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;">12. Don’t tell me</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I texted Dex, because it was pretty much 'our song', we did a cover of it before and we both happen to be Avril junkies.<br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;">13. Smile</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;">14. I’m with you</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;">Encore :</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;">15. I love you</span></span><br />
I saw a couple going in the empty space between TT Zone and Rock Zone, the BF proposed to the GF, of course she said yes,but eventually fainted probably due to dehydration.<br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">16. Complicated</span></span>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Somewhere in between, Avril and her band disappeared from the stage, the whole venue darkened and the crowd shouted for an encore. The members reappeared, switching roles : Avril on guitars, Jim McGorman (yummy... hehehe) on lead vocals etc, to cover Foster The People's "Pumped Up Kicks".</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">All in all,it was a great show in spite of all the drama and the mildness in the atmosphere due to Avril's lack of audience interaction. All was well and I enjoyed every bit of the concert :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">p/s: did I mention fate brought me to meet Nureen Izazi? she's an amazing budding young guitarist,you should check her out,seriously. she has high potential!</span></span><br />
<br />Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-9836121215386157242012-02-12T01:40:00.002+08:002012-02-12T01:44:41.793+08:00The Ultimate Troll - it's legend..wait for it.. DARY!To commemorate my 400th post,I give u.. the story of my ultimate troll alongside my trollmaster, Rascal ! It's been almost two weeks since I last met my classmates (no,online methods do NOT count) so as much as I enjoy the freedom after finally finishing my foundation, I do miss messing around with the boys. We do keep in touch,but nothing compares to trolling each other in class. So two days ago, Rascal posted something that gave us all a cardiac arrest : list of the names of people who needed to resit math paper! We then learnt that he was just trolling,but since not many people saw the post, we decided to widen the target range. Me and Rascal, side-by-side, planned the ultimate troll. We added more names of people into the list and removed the previous post, with the previous commentators being informed that they should pretend they just saw the post. Considering the fact that they trust me with their lives and assume my utter innocence, I was assigned to post this up on the class page, indeed, many were trolled xD because they did not read the message right till the end. :<br />
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more of the reactions i sparked by the trolling I did with my accomplice,the mastermind, king of trolls : Rascal Liow. Some laughed,some cursed us, some remained blur while others just wanted to murder us,totally worth it,lol.<br />
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I got a phone call from Yudish, and this 'threatening PM' from Seelan. LOL. seriously dude, I think I misplaced my gut laughing at our troll victims xD<br />
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And the rest of it was history. My first ever successful troll with Rascal, dated Feb 9th 2012. I shall name it the 090212 epic troll :D</div>Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700136188383227227.post-30911631049370697462012-02-11T02:53:00.001+08:002012-02-11T02:53:24.123+08:00Dude,you need a hug.. and some pizza.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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remember the spunky kid from Home Alone? this is what's became of him :( his parents misused his fortune,his girlfriend left him (scumbag Mila Kunis! grrr) he went into drug addiction and went to rehab. damnn... i just wanna give him a hug,make him some hot coco and order some hot pizza with extra cheese for him. can't bear to see him this scruffy and all messed up, it breaks my heart.</div>Leanna Scarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915432645215503145noreply@blogger.com0