Another Pointless One.

Today, I had one of the craziest combination ever.

An explosion of green tea coffee plus chocolate chip blended in a drink with layers of cream to top it off.

That's what you get when you have a brother who works as a bartender and a co-worker who thinks I'm his second girlfriend.

I actually laughed out loud to that.

Unbelievable.

But the drink was real funky.

My taste buds were questioning my brain.

What exactly is she drinking?

Which explains my hyperness at the time being.

Coffee right after dinner.

At least someone seems to be enjoying it. *grinning*

While I was semi-awake on my bed, a wish-list popped into my head.

Weird? I know.

Crazy? I knew it.

Somehow this draws me back into the past.

And makes my urge to get film and a polaroid much more stronger.

I have a really deep fascination towards polaroids.

If only Malaysia had decent flea markets.

Then I'll be able to get them for ten bucks or less.

But it isn't America over here.

Just have to deal with it.

But I still want a polaroid.

So badly.

And film too.

This post is also pointless.

Or not.

Anyways, after the next post, you won't be hearing from me for some time.

So no pointless posts till something 'pointful' comes up.

Oh, the joy of coffee.

Till I post.

Again.

Pointless.

What do you do when there's a blackout?

You light up a candle, plug in your favourite tunes (on your Ipod of course, it's a blackout) and dig in a tub of ice-cream.

That was exactly what I did.

And it felt so good.

Want to know what sounds absolutely pleasing to my ears?

ICE-CREAM and SLEEP!!

Seriously, I would have dropped dead by the second day of school if it weren't for these two.

It's like some sort of magic word or what-not.

I can't get enough of it.

And I want more of it.

Especially sleep.

Since my refrigerator is already stocked with my ice-cream to last me till.. I don't know, say next month (which is like a day away), I'd say I need more sleep.

But I'm a procrastinator, so, yea, I tend to sleep really late at night.

Which is why I own a tee-shirt that says, "Procrastinators, Leaders of Tomorrow."

Okay, that was totally random.

Anyway, the reason I sleep so late has finally dawned upon me.

It's all thanks to that certain someone who influenced me not so long ago and got me hooked on sleeping late.

Like a junkie hooked on drugs.

The reason I'm using a junkie as an example is because it is not healthy.

But like I said. Hooked on it.

Which is why I love weekends.

Especially the sleeping in part.

Total bliss.

Till I get waken by bright lights. Don't bother asking.

This post is totally, absolutely pointless.

I've realized it at this point.

And I can't stop laughing.

Guess I'll end here.

Nighty night.

Don't stop believing.

I'm not a gleek, but I think I'm hooked.

If you read the papers, you'll know who or what I'm talking about.

If not, wiki it.

I love their renditions of songs.

Especially old ballads such as , "Sweet Caroline", "Lean On Me", "True Colors" and "I'll Stand by You."

I'm a sappy for old-school and oldies. Can't deny it.

You don't get songs like those now.

Back then, people really could sing and had honest voices, unlike now.

The lyrics were meaningful and held truth.

I'm grateful that back then since kinddie all I got to listen to was Light. Fm (now known as Lite.fm).

I could sing to most of the songs aired on radio and I absolutely love those times.

It really felt like I was on a whole different level, a complete foreign world.

Listening to old ballads bring me back to those times, back when a little girl who just had a first glimpse of the world, harboring hopes and dreams no one could stifle.

These songs never fail to cheer me up during my down times.

I could die a blissful person just listening to them.

Oops, I tend to stray.

Back to topic,

Glee,

has an awesome group of vocals.

You won't be disappointed.

Definitely.

And the dance moves are great too.

Want to laugh till your tummy hurts?

Watch this, football dance.

Guaranteed belly aches.

I nearly choked on my dinner.

Not such a bright idea after all.

Smiles all night.

I'll be back when I'm back.

I wish I knew.

Why do I keep having this feeling?

Today, what you said hurt.

But what you said was the stark truth.

As much as I hate it.

The truth does hurt.

Not all the time.

Sometimes.

But it still does.

You'd never know.

You have got to try it.

*Add this to another reason to love photography.

It opens the pathway for me to be spellbound.

Daily.

Note to self: Watch, 'According to Greta'.

The words "A dream is just a dream, nothing more,"

fades into the silence,leaving echoes in the wind.

The Less Darker Side.

Continued.

Part 2 of part 2.

(Preferably read part 1 of part 2 first)

I have this friend.

He's talented in many areas.

The one thing I'm definite he's talented in is pushing me towards a better perspective of 'myworld'.

Get it? It's not that hard.

Back to topic.

He taught me to see the best of whatever crappy situation I landed myself in.

Even though he acknowledges and admits that my situation is crappy, he will still be able to uncover an advantage out of it.

That was how he was.

No matter how much darkness you smother him in, he will find that beam of light, no matter how dim it is.

He did it cause he simply could.

And I do envy him for being able to do that.

But he's pushed me to achieving the very same thing.

And I smile whenever I recall the conversations in my head.

He did it without me realizing.

But somehow I'm hooked onto it.

And these past few days, it had really been helpful.

It didn't make it any easier but it did help.

This week has also been about making choices, being strong, grateful and regaining hope.

I'm beginning to rekindle with something I knew I had a passion for but it was lost somewhere in between disappointments, disagreements, the feeling of giving up, the sense of not belonging and reality.

I see passion, excitement, nervousness, hope and most importantly self-belief in the eyes of those few. I do have vague memories of how it felt like.

I don't think I will ever feel that way again.

The passion won't be as strong. The fire's been put out too many times to count.

But only time will tell. For it's possible that the passion will be stronger than ever.

I'm not going to hold my breath though. I'm just going to do my best under the circumstances.

I'm just simply thankful and grateful for the people who had, have and still is there for me. Though they themselves thought they weren't much of a help, it isn't true.

They were the ones who helped the most.

They were the ones who pushed me to pull through.

They were the ones who lifted me up in times of despair.

And words of 'Thanks" would merely match its worth.

I can't think of any great or amazing enough that would.

I didn't say everything went smooth-sailing after.

In fact, it got worse.

How's that for a start?

But I know I'll pull through.

Don't we always in times of failure?

With people you love supporting you, don't you already have an ultimatum?

It won't be any easier, just bearable.

Before I end part 2 of part 2, the less darker side, there's something I want to add.

Girl, our friendship, this bond that we have had and still have for the past few years, it will be tested.

We won't like it at all.

But I know it'll last.

Cause we'll make it work.

We'll still be there for each other.

No matter what.

My promise to you is that the shoulder and the ear is always here available to you.

Doesn't matter when or where.

So their is no excuse to give up.

Neither is there any reason to.

Another something to add.

A note to thyself.

Till fingers start typing again.

The Dark side.

It's been five days since school started.

But, hey, who's counting? *sarcasm seeping through*

Seems like PMR was just yesterday.

The holidays sure have past by unconsciously.

As it happens every single year to me.

You know the feeling, like you're stuck in a car on a long road trip to a destination you are really looking forward to and you're staring out the window as the world whizzes by you.

You just get to look from the inside, having a peak at the people going on with their daily lives and your surroundings blurring right in front of you.

That's how my holiday felt like.

Complete surrealism.

If someone asked me how I spent my holidays, I would just give them a blank look.

If somehow I'm given an assignment to write about my holidays, I would turn in an empty page.

I do remember a few memorable events (that's why it's called memorable), but now I feel like a helium balloon whose string snapped from a little girl's finger and is floating up into the sky, right about to burst as the pressure increases higher and higher into the atmosphere.

This whole week was practically about disappointment, accepting it and learning to live with it side by side, inside out as days go by.

Misery sure does love company.

I do know I make a really good one.

I guess I've drowned this blog with enough of gloomy matters.

I had a thought, If my posts were oxygen, it'll be more than sufficient to supply Earth with oxygen forever and ever. Living organisms on Earth will never have to worry about oxygen running out from the looks of it.

Part 1 of part 2.

To be continued...