our seventh month..and counting.

not defunct. as yet.

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Salaam

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liah was drunk as hell. hahah.

cam hoe.

liah & mira @ KL

the bar area, this place was infested with malays!

the boys

Bukit Bintang madness - saturday night had the whole world on that street..super crowded!

Liah showing off her La Senza purchase

Squeezing into Petaling St

Petaling Street!

Ok so i went to KL on saturday morning and returned on sunday evening. Because i am a zombie everytime i travel, i feel like as if the few hours spent in KL seemed like a week,swear.

Just got home.

Am physically tired,but very very much elated. I had a wonderful trip. Will update on it soon.

So basically i went there to fulfill some sort of 'rindu' for that place. I guess a left a slice of my emotions when i was there just 2 weeks ago, went there yesterday to collect it back. =)

Now all's good. But i think i'll be seeing more of the Malaysian highways and people.

bye.

Once upon a time not long ago,

Mira was master of surprises. Some kickass surprises i came up with were so good, it rocked some people's socks off.

Like the Glitched after-party surprised i hosted at Garden Hotel in 05 - with the kickass Glitched logo cake and all - that was going down in history man.

And how year after year, i dutifully cooperate with my other darlings to make Safrina's birthday a memoriable event.

This time round, i would say, i have lost it. The art of surprising. Maybe it's to do with the age. Hahah.

Oh who am i kidding. It was just a snag,i swear. If it wasn't for my stupid itchy fingers in disclosing the fact that i would be making my way down to KL this weekend, everything would be going smoothly.

But! i just had to ruin my own plans. Bravo Meer.

Ah to hell with it lah. I miss KL anyways. Will be spending it Mira style, with or without you.
I need a good breather from the bustle of SG.

I'm swept by fatigue now and my body needs to rest. But my mind's still ticking. Boohoo.

See ya'll.

Another KL trip this weekend, with fun company. =)

Haris, cousin from Penang here for a week-long trip. I'm playing wife cum tour guide. I do his meals, bring him around, make sure his welfare's taken care of. Hmmm.

This whole week proves to be anything but Singaporean for me. My heart's in Msia la,seriously.
I miss the highways..miss the old school infrastructure..miss KL nasi lemak!!

And so i'm keeping my fingers crossed that the gf and her mates can make it this weekend, will be staying at the Renessaince..

Anw,
it's like this lah. Life for now. As random as a racist remark.

Toodles.

Phuket trip was so-so,
KL trip was amazing.

Too much to say, so little time. So little energy to say it all. I've been assassinated. Period.


I'm steadfasting into a hiatus - not that i need one, i just can't help but feel so. Cos the lack of drive to blog has brought me to this.

Life in short, has been a merry-go-round. No,no. It's been a winding car ride on the Malaysian Federal Highway. No no! Better!! It's been a speeding carrerra ride from Pasir Ris to Dempsey Hill.

Oh i wish,,,


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To say the least,
i still have an interest for Men. Well i'm glad i have,then atleast i know i'm still STRAIGHT.
Some people's lives are like prata kosong. Some, like a plate of empty murtabak pizza (the dish without the murtabak pizza tau). Mine...has been like murtabak, thosai and 55 different flavoured pratas all mixed into one massive indian disaster.

And to think that i have an entire line-up of wonderful men,fit for a world-class soccer team,doesn't really help. What's the point of having but not getting??

Idiots.

And so the most recent KL trip i had wasn't the conventional kinda KL trip i've always had..beats me, it might never be the same again, to step into KL. Like i said, i've been assassinated. Go figure.Haha.

Phuket was amazing - the villa i mean. Patong and Phuket town is just creton, i swear. I could think of the worst vulgarity and use it to describe the hospitality there. Really..
Then again, Phuket is no place for a family vacation. Period.

The girls and i need a break. We need a GOD-DAMN break. From Singapore. From normality. From the usual fly. But i have personal things to settle somewhere,sometime next weekend.


Thank God for my guts,really. Sometimes i feel like as if humanity as a whole needs salvation from their own guts. Yeah sure it's not easy to change...BUT PEOPLE!! "THE WORLD HATES CHANGE,BUT CHANGE BRINGS PROGRESS."

Without a second of a doubt.

Now i'm bringing this entry round and round in circles, without a single direction whatsoever. And you know what? I don't care anymore. Cos if you can read what's written beneath..then i daresay..you're game.

When we assume that you and your other half don't belong to each other is when we dare step in, to somehow 'rescue' you from further damage. But then again, who are we - mere people - to snatch that away from you? Snatch your normality from you - to promise you a heightened euphoria? Question isn't who are we..question is, what can we do ; to convince you that the grass is greener on our side.

I've been thrown into this, predicament after predicament of the same situation - it tires me. I'm waiting for a time when it'll bore the fuck out of me. But the challenge is just too delicious to forego. I WILL GET TIRED OF THIS, one fine day. But..i'm not at that one fine day yet.

So if i'm your desirable 'other half', let it be this way...till then next time i see you.

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And that's all i have to say...

...before i slip into hiatus.

Hello hello!!

I'm back from Phuket, getting ready to shoot down to KL in a few hour's time. This week has been spent travelling through almost the entire bumiputra peninsula and such. It's been exhilirating.

Phuket was a rather thrilling affair - from the quiant and tranquil resort villa we stayed in to the bustling beach of Patong - not to mention some very rude siam fuckers and contradicting seamless thai hospitality. And oh the food!!...amazing culinary indulgence.

Anyhow,
this isn't gonna be an update of my Phuket trip ; not yet.

I still have KL to live through till Sunday, so i shall make a combined update altogether come Monday...Insyallah. Heh.

I am looking forward to KL, i'll be meeting a new friend there. =) He's going to bring me around in his car and i am liking it.The friendship,i mean. I always have had a knack for new things,new people, new normalities altogether. And KL would prove to be an experience i know i'll enjoy to the bits of it. Insyallah. *wide ass maniac smile*

Alright people, i gotta catch up on beauty sleep.

Till you here from me again...toodles!

So it has come to this,hmmm?

This ordeal isn't happening to me, but to someone close. It is sad. I is feeling very sad about this. This is nothing for us to rejoice about. Sad lah, sad.

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My drama story however, seems to have no end. Pffft yeah he and i aren't in contact no more. But somehow,deeeeep deeeep down i feel this isn't the end. It's like a super prolonged intermission or something. But oh well. I've let lillahita'ala do the work and as long as i come out smiling, i'll be fine. =)

Though i do have the slightest hope that you're my reward after the outcome (even if it'll take me years) , i know i'm just insane to have said that.

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This post isn't gonna be another literature work - it's gonna be short sweet simple.

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Off to Phuket and KL for the next whole week!!!! Gotta go start packing soon, flight's in awhile.

See ya'll soon. Till the next time you hear from me again, here's me wishing you a blissful week ahead.


<3

Only God knows,

I miss you so much.

So so much.

I seem to have so much to say to justify so many feelings. You know those occassional emotional punches to your head you experience when there's a whirlpool of thoughts that send a fuzzy nuzzle right down your chest? YES. i'm talking about those.


Emails really are, a slice of one's memories.

I am the sort of person who keeps old emails just for the sake of reading them back on a better day. And i'm talking abt those tear-jerking ones that would take a lifetime of courage to read on again. I find sentimental value in them, don't know why.

Perhaps, just because.

Just because they were a profound part of my mental disk space. A concrete memory of my emotions. I am an emotional bastard, simply said. Certain things can make me cry like an asshole,literally.


Ok so i shall quit on taking you round and round on my emotional circle and cut to the chase.

A year ago,
marked the last time i met a friend. See, this friend and i severed ties unexpectedly and quietly over the course of the past one year. What jerked me was the fact that it's been a year. And to know that once upon a time we were like the nail&thumb - it kinda warms me to know that a year has brought us to different pages in life.

Our lives have changed, we have changed. But i believe very much that nothing could change our memories. It was that...special to say the least.

So i dropped that friend an email, a sign of genuine reminisence. And i'm not ashamed to feel that way,never will.

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Another email i dropped off at another friend's feet was even more emotional, i would say. Taking into account that this friend and i shared memories that can't be claimed distant. It happened merely about a week ago. So it's kind of a closure sort of an email, and again..i'm glad i brought myself to come up with that. Jordan Hill's Remember Me This Way was spot-on in every aspect and i have no qualms on making it known to him. However he takes it, i believe that he'll take it good. So yeah.

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And spending time with Imran has always been nothing less than refreshing.Especially if we talk on topics pertaining our current ordinary lives. How the notion of him being a Libran suddenly came under the spotlight since i've just had a closed chapter with one ; made me see things about these wonderful Librans in another retrospect altogether.

How Librans would conform to normality and won't ever take on a challenge not cos they're too afraid or lack of a risk taker, but just because..they're designed that way. And how my intuitive nature brings me to a further understanding of his predicament. Allah works wonders on our puny human minds sometimes, don't you think?

Imran enlightened me further on how circumstance would be so because..just because.

How i realised that my selfish nature in throwing flattery at people would often be mistaken as an inadequacy of mine, when actually it's just how i am. And how Librans (or this particular Libran i know of) catapulted to the clouds when i decided to just throw in some nice and sincere words to him.

Then it brings me to another notion - how conveying messages to a person of your intellect makes your job a gazillion times easier. Ok but that's besides the point here.

You see, i'm in this mental mould of mine whereby i would have sleepless nights, just cos i'm thinking too much. Like as if i'm genius enough to be using 0.5% more of my brain mass just to figure out things when actually some things don't have answers, just because.

Then i realise, that this is essentially how i am - the constant thinker of things. How i'd still be 50 and (hopefully still not blogging, then that would make my entries super boring and unreadable, and life, fucked up.) still be thinking of things that would be concerning me then.

Sometimes this 'state of thought' brings me to reaches far beyond my own vicinity and i can't help but return altered, if not, rejuvenated. To the many people in my life who's made this ride worthwhile - i bet that if you could sum me up in one word, it would be...crazy.

Haha and that would aaalways and forever be the biggest joke God has played on me since He decided to grant my existence - the fact that He's made it possible for me to be deemed crazy. God, do you not love me? Sometimes i feel as if God loves joking the joke out of me just cos He loves me. And i can't thank Him enough for that, nuff said.

And so i get thrown at some emotional punches once in awhile - but they've all made way to my 'i'm gonna remember this for the rest of my Indian life' novel and you see, they're a worthwhile read.

And what was the start of all this ranting again, i haven't the foggiest idea.

Do know that Mira has somehow, always been like this. I admit defeat but am silently resilient to overcome the odds. If you've been a faithful reader of this humble abode of mine since i first had meeracle.blogspot, i think i daresay there's just one thing that's not changed in me - the way i express emotions.

Laugh at me all you want dear imbecile, but we all know that at the end of the day, I'm all good.
More over, thankful that for the years that have rolled by, i have inculcated within me a knack for the logical.

All things logical are but the best. It's when you feel with your heart and think with your mind that Life brings you to the end of the day smiling. So in other words folks, try not to think with your heart and feel with your mind - that'll mess you up!!

Hooray this entry has become as long as a literature novel. And i think i'm beginning to bore the jesus out of you. So tell you what, for further verbal exchanges, feel free to drop me an email at jaquiroozle007@hotmail.com. If you've noticed, i've SCRAPPED my tagboard cos it's a bit of a white elephant for me. So any other constructive criticism or otherwise would be gladly welcomed in the form of an email. And who knows, maybe yours would be the next best thing in my life. =)

Cheers.

I am feeling very shitty on this particular saturday night. I want to believe it's cos of the shit that's happened since the past week, but i still can't quite place the core of it.



All i know is that i need a bloody good breather.



Am gonna go rolling around.



And this is rather random but...i feel like going Cancun. Alone.

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