Writer'sBlock.

My friends and I came to realize that many authors and poets are deeply miserable.

My life has been quite stable since these last few years. Maybe I'm too matured to be holding on to excessive and unnecessary bulk of emotional ties anymore, hence.............

I am finding it rather hard to write.

I had just finished my finals. I was required to write a short story for my Literature exam. Surprisingly, I found writing to be somehow... not so much of a struggle. I know deep down inside of me, there's still that aspiring author who is just taking a break.

I don't need to be in an emotional hell hole to write.

Random

They embraced each other tightly by a warm stare as silence hung in the midst of thin air.

"I'm sorry," he apologised.

"It's okay."

Fashion On Campus

*Hey, you dusty little thingy!*

Hey you, readers!

Haven't been writing on le blog much, since that Twitter is le new blog. As in black is the new pink. *Or is it?* Pfffffttt. I'm big on simile, metaphors, hyperbole and such nowadays. Even when they are irrelevant. This is the effect of watching The OC, the drama bitch inside of me surfaces. Not that I am complaining about it, though.

A little drama is good right now. It is the third week of a new semester, hence no exam pressure. I have one boyfriend who I am not sharing with anyone and as far as I am concerned, I am currently stalker-free. Dull dull dull dull. Life is a giant lump of dullness.

*Again, with the metaphors.* -___-'

Well, anyways, what I was intending to write about is........TARAAAAA..... *drumroll* FASHION ON CAMPUS!

So here's the deal. Girls in IPTA think that IPTS girls can dress as slutty as they would like, come to class and not freeze their ass off in the fully air-conditioned campus. Whereas girls in IPTS think that IPTA students wear Baju Kurungs on a daily basis.

I've attended both IPTA and IPTS, so note that, this makes me *somehow* unbiased. I've walked in both shoes, and the above statement is an almost factual stereotype. IPTS girls wear bikinis, IPTA girls wear baju kurungs.

When I was in Sunway University, I didn't think that all IPTA students wear baju kurungs on a daily basis because I have lots of friends in UiTM. Despite that, most of my Sunway mates didn't have friends in UiTM. Then I went to UiTM Kuala Pilah, stuck with the knowledge that most Sunway chicks wore almost nothing to class and seeing with my own two eyes that not all of UiTM students wore baju kurungs on a daily basis, *still they had to stick to certain guidelines called as Sahsiah RupaDiri.*

And then, I went to MSU.

Being in MSU is like being stuck in the middle of Sunway Uni and UiTM. I was like a confused a little child. What can I wear and what should I leave hanging in the closet? Questions, questions, no answers. There was no clear guideline, yet there were no girls letting their butts freeze off in the library.

So far, my fashion transition consisted of :
1. from skinnies to skinnies/leggings.


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And that's about it. I wore one of those platform sandals/flip flops thingy once. The next day, there was a department assembly and the Head of Department said that we weren't supposed to wear flip flops. I was like oh-man-demmit-fashion-transition-attempt-number-two has failed! T__T

In addition to that, I've had a few lecturers complaining that we should not come to class looking like models. I absolutely do not agree on this. What do you expect us to wear? Baju kurungs? Ill-fitted blouses tucked into mom jeans or something? Are we supposed to make sure that we are dressed kampung-ish before we go to class? I am not on the same page with those lecturers. They can wear whatever they like. I don't give a damn about their 2-inches worth of heels, I have no issues with their shoes, therefore they shall have no issues with mine. *Hey it rhymes!*

This was until I saw this girl, climbing the stairs, wearing a pair of boots which looks like retarded brogues with fringes, skin-tight jeans, supposedly-maybe an oversized/bulky orange blazer with leopard print accents and her long blonde hair let down. It was a disturbing image. Seriously. Nobody should wear those things, together, on campus. To be honest I don't think anyone should wear those things, together, anywhere.

So, now, I'm on the same page with the lecturers. Lets not look like models coming to class. Better yet, lets not look like model-wannabes on campus, shall we?

Seriously, Please.

Ada orang tak kaya, tapi nampak mahal. *Uhum.* Ada orang kaya, tapi nampak biasa. Biasa, as in not standing out, bland and safe. Tapi, that is okay lagi. Macam mana pulak yang kaya tapi...err...blergh?

Style and Money are not on the same chapter. Designer high-end labels and Money, yes. Style and Money, no. *Emphasizing!*

There are some of us who are not blessed with financial wealth, instead, blessed with a sharp sense of style and intense passion for fashion. There are some of us who are rich as shit but do not have the sense of style.

I know a few girls who only wear designer and high-street labels. Rich as fuck. Sekali masuk satu store habis sampai lima, enam ratus. Pergi pasar malam lecak lecak, lenjan sandal Nine West. Pergi class lanyak bag DKNY.

Isn't she a sweetheart?*Drools.*

Tapi orang still panggil dia mak cik. Dah style dia memang macam mak cik. Pakailah barang mahal macam mana pun. Another friend of mine pulak, semua orang tau dia load gila. Her driver would drive her around in BMWs, Benzes, etc. Her cellphone(s): Blackberry Bold 4, Iphone 4, Samsung Galaxy Note. Senang cerita, apa kau dengar baru launch kat news dua malam lepas, itulah yang dia pakai. But then semua orang asyik, 'Ah, she's so sweet. She's so humble' sebab baju dia memang tak stand out. Orang ingat dia pakai baju murah murah je sebab dia humble, down to earth. Haha. Get real lah doe. Tak adanya orang kaya nak beli baju kat Brands Outlet Store or Kedai Hari-Hari. Baju kosong bosan dia yang macam macam colour tu ada Zara, Dorothy Perkins, Topshop, semua ada. Jeans dia yang cutting bukan bukan tu ada Roxy, Miss Selfridge, etc.

SHE IS NOT LOW PROFILE, SHE JUST DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SPEND HER MONEY.

Ada jugak orang yang boleh afford to look good tanpa perlu spend banyak duit. Bila nak beli barang yang ada label, tunggu masa sale, cari pre-loved goods online atau rapat rapatla dgn orang yang kerja kat store tu. *Clears my throat.* Bukannya mustahil nak dapat baju Topshop at the price of RM30. Dan biasa nya, orang yang rajin nak stylo mylo akan suka label. Automatic bila orang tanya, "Cantik baju! Beli kat mana?" Mestilah akan jawab "Kat Forever 21." Bukannya, "Aku beli kat Mid Valley je." A label can define one's sense of a fashion.

Biasanya orang yang pakai Roxy, agak simple. Tak suka nak put in much effort tapi still nak look cute yet sporty. Sebab Roxy banyak t-shirts and sweaters. Orag yang pakai Guess pulak, loves to look hot and sexy. Guess outfits selalunya plunging neckline, form-fitting, kilat-kilat. So orang yang concerned about her fashion sense and how the clothes she puts on reflects her personality, label is important. Label is a definition of style. Bukannya setakat nak tunjuk banyak duit aje. Therefore, tak semestinya orang yang cakap, "Baju I mostly Topshop," dia nak berlagak. It could simply mean that she likes quirky things.

So, open up your mind. Jangan cepat sangat nak tuduh orang berlagak kaya.

Just an Update About My Current Being.

I have nothing much to say really. Just miss blogging, I guess. *Or simply procrastinating from studying.*

I'm currently in exam mode. *Midsem exam, y u no finish early?* Creative Thinking, IT and Presentation Skills were all crazy-hard it is driving me up the wall. Just finished Critical Thinking at 12.30pm. Left the hall 30 minutes early. Thank God, it was okay. I think I did great. *Narcissistic much?* Sitting for Psychology tomorrow and Academic Writing on Sunday. I'm still wondering why the hell is MSU giving me one day break before Academic Writing. Y U no give me break before IT?

Okayyy. I just wrote a whole paragraph about the exam. Obviously, I don't have a life. Oh my, how I miss going to school and not having a care in the world. Well, except for SPM but that is just about it. Clear, glowing, youthful skin. No weight-gain issues. I didn't have to think about savings for my wedding, impressing potential mother-in-law, names I wanna give my kids, etc.

I can't help but to think about getting married. It is not that I am so miang-sangat-nak-kahwin. *Or maybe I am, afterall. Teehee.* It is just that, when you look at it, getting married is the next stage in life. When you were in the kindergarten, you looked forward to primary school. When you were 12, you looked forward to going to high school and dating senior boys. *Blussshing!* When you are 20...ooops 21, you are looking forward to well, graduating and getting a job and getting married, ain't it?


I'm the eldest anyway so that adds up the pressure to get married and conceive ASAP. haha.

Speaking of the future, as for education-wise, I still can't decide whether if I'm going to stick with TESL or going for corporate communication for my Degree. You know you can't afford those pretty Gucci handbags by teaching English, you knowww what I'm sayin'? *Ghetto slang sket.* You might be thinking, why is this introvert interested in corporate communication? Honestly, I have a passion for PR. Haha. Maybe that is why I enjoy working in Starbucks so much. As much as I hate talking, the pride and joy after successfully persuading a customer to spend more than he/she had intended to and the bliss of helping customers to choose the right bean for their morning coffee is just so addictive. Okay, so maybe, I like talking. Sometimes. Haha. And I like bossing people around at work. Double haha.

That's all for now. Signing off!

The Devil Broke His Horns.

When everyone else in her class was busy scheduling their holidays, planning out their trips to only-God-knows-where, Sophie was more than eager to get back to work.

The way Zarul’s face lit up as he saw her that day was like a kid on Christmas morning and that made her giggle so bad.

“Why are laughing?” Zarul asked, still wasn’t aware about the glowing excitement.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t look at me like that,” Sophie answered as she punched in her card. She was twenty minutes late on her first day at work after her exam leave and Zarul was beaming at her. The devil must have broken a horn.

“I’m just glad to have you back. This sad excuse for an office is killing me,” Zarul said, pointing his finger in a circle around his office.

Sophie let out an annoying snicker. “It is not like you’ve been here everyday.”

“Yes I have.”

“No, you haven’t.”

“Seriously, Sophie? Do you really want to start off with an argument with your beloved Abang Zarul? Let’s kick off this with some positive vibe.” Zarul pulled out the chair for Sophie. “Have a seat.”

Sophie sat down, bewildered. Of course Zarul and her had grown close over the past six months (plus one month exam leave) she had been working at the gas station but he had never been such a gentleman. He had stopped calling her Sony after her first month and he had even start to include her in his activities after he had finally dump The Great Tasya once and for all but never, had he pulled out a chair for her.

This was starting sending chills up her spinal cord.

 Zarul and Sophie bonded like a fat kid and a slice of chocolate caramel cake. Sophie didn’t know why. 

All she cared about was that Zarul was there to make her laugh while Megat was away in Chicago  to visit his brother.

Sophie and Megat had been spending every waking second side by side since they started college. They were drawn to each other for no particular reason and they stuck like glue. This was the first time they were separated and the time difference between America and Malaysia was not helping at all. He was away in slumberland each time she was waiting for him in front of the computer and vice versa.

Lucky for her, Zarul had always been there to make her day

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