Domestic Goddess.

I've been home for over a month now! i can't believe it! it's like some horrible nightmare occuring over again..why must time pass so QUICKLY! ergh..can i not go home?

OK..so..one month out right? what have i accomplished thus far?
[Warning: Picture blog again.]


After another session at Camp5 with the OB crew where this kind bespectacled boy charged me a sum of only Rm15.00 to climb, we headed off to Murni's and finally Asia Cafe.
I got whipped in pool by Uncle. oh HORROR! oh SHAME! oh FLEETING FRAGILE LIFE!


3 out of 4. See the hammock behind me? muahaha. my garden is TEH best.


Intermission: MERRY CHRISTMAS!


Moving on: Uncle was hands-down the winning downer that night. Little sneaky bastard..silently honing your craft while me and HY were away in Australia. bitch.


Then, a few days before christmas i went into a baking frenzy..only God knows why my pictures look so pink here...but them cuppycakes are so BEAUTIFUL! I sayang.


Finally post-christmas party@ai ching's. incidentally, i became a millionaire.

TA-daA! actually..i didn't accomplish nuts. maybe just colouring-stained fingers.

Frankly, i feel like i'm losing the initiative to blog. there were so many things i'd liked to put down in words...but then..cannot la. if i write it down, it means i acknowledge such feelings. and if i acknowledge such feelings, it means that i'm weak. and if i'm weak...well..you get the drift. it's best to just shove everything into that little corner, wake up every morning telling yourself 'No, Melanie' and pretend that everything's as it should be. low maintenance no fuss.

Cos you know..there's just so much a person can handle..beyond that threshold, everything turns to apathy.

BAH! i can hear them saying..'MEL WHY YOU SO EMO!?'

Happy New Year!

Not there.

I walked into your house yesterday.
I shook hands with your grandfather.
I made small talk with your mother.
I joked and laughed with your sisters.
I saw the Christmas tree and the Nativity Scene your dad puts up every year.
I looked around and then I saw your photo on the wall.

It still seems strange after so long.

. . .

On a much lighter note:

Thus shall the 4 be reunited on this night!

*does happy jig*

A Christmas Carol.

There once was a quartet of children
Who stole from the Christmas tree
And instead of being remorseful
All four were filled with glee.

It all started when one stood
By the tree and said, That's nice
Then they all crowded over
And words of agreement rang thrice.

Another suggested,
Why don't we take the darn thing?
And without further ado
He (haha) slipped it off its ring.

Yet another was hesitant
Let's check for cameras, said she
And when they thought the coast was clear
Away they went from the Christmas tree.

The quartet were giddy with pleasure
As they headed towards another's car
Stop looking around, said yet another
While the culprit held the star.

This is the story, said he
If we ever get caught
This thing cost me RM19.90
And from Memory Lane it was bought.

And still they walked without harassment
Although garnering some curious stares
Lo they arrived at the designated car
Where they quickly stashed their ware.

Then off they went back into the mall
Congratulating each other on a job well done
And of the ill-gotten good
I'm happy to say it was the only one.

don't be fooled..it's the same thing, just different sides.

The last one.

To the girl who just turned 20 and positively detests durians.




I remember how much you hated the durian puffs from the Casamia Bakery at SS15 but I forgot just how much you hated it.



Forgive us if we scarred you...it's just that we had high hopes on you if you were ever to become a participant in Fear Factor, White-man Style.

Happy (Belated) 20th Birthday!

Nowhere's safe.

My home has always been my fortress, my shining beacon of light. It has always been my sanctuary, the only place I deem free from worldly evil, the one place I go running to when everything seems to be against me. Where I can come to rest, safe in the knowledge that I am in MY home and that nothing can harm me.

This idyllic notion has been shattered during the course of the week: No words can express my profound disappointment and disenchantment.

DAMNIT! RAT SHIT WAS FOUND ON THE WINDOW SILL!

omgomgomg...i'm a perfect picture of paranoia.

The last time.

try as i might, i can't seem to put down in words what OYP/ACC06 meant to me. so i shall do it the easy(er) way: through pictures. the very last of anything is always the most sentimental and the hardest to let go, don't you think?

the pictures are in order from Day0 to Day10.



























There's something about the place that has bound my soul to itself. i'm still a bit...depressed. so forgive me if i act a little strange in the next few days to come.

you don't get over OBS easily.

p.s. i've got a leech bite gone wrong. whoopee. other than that...i'm doing great. oh..just that my heart hurts a little sometimes. for a teeny weeny while.

if i could, i would stay there forever
and never come home