Q: You made the freaking carpet dirty already!

True happiness comes when someone says the things I've done on my own, based on my own creation or of my own strength, made them happy.

Vonnie Sing

Q: Why in their absences does the world appear?

Mommy told me that I ought to be really cautious with the world and its inhabitants. People are kind yet selfish, they buy things with money and they can buy you with words. They may use you and then when your importance vanished, so would they. With this in mind, I learned to count to ten before I pick a road at a fork. Walk slowly to see more clearly, and to take my time. Be wise, but don’t brag; be lethal, but not malicious. She is right in many ways.

So, I stayed low and modest like Daddy said I should be. Calm and collected is the way to go. To depend on one’s own strength rather than to depend on others and that reward comes to those who work for it. Get a fish to feed yourself a meal, learn to fish and you’ll feed yourself a lifetime. Don’t make excuses, and don’t give one; and don’t waste time. Stay true to your virtues and hold your principles close to the heart, never waver like the candle light. He is right in many ways.

You can see how they influenced me. Even as I grow older, I still carry these words in my bag. They whisper to me and sometimes loudly, screaming at the back of my head. Creeps the stuffing out of me and yet I know, these are words from my loving parents.

They are simply the best.

Vonnie S.

Q: There is alot (of) short ppl in this world...ehh

The poor dumb creatures of the field, that call
So sadly to their young; whose narrow mind,
Consciously helpless, looks up to mankind
Through pleading piteous eyes; that live in thrall,
Or, stricken in the shambles, groaning fall:--
Thinking of these how little grace they find,
And then of thee who never wast unkind,
And of our love, I could weep for them all.
This is the gift of Love, that we, so blest,
Should feel for the afflicted; that we twain
Should be united against wrong and pain,
The slaughtered lamb, the wild bird's rifled nest,
And, most of all, the fraud and force that stain
Homes of the human poor and the oppressed.

Q: You sound very stress...

O my, a subject has broken my perfect clean record of a 4.0 CGPA. With that out of the window, I was taking the news surprisingly well. I wonder why...perhaps, it's because that little threat has not dampen my hope of getting that Summa Cum Laude title. I will and shall graduate with that! A New Year resolution I plan to keep! Yea, and someone said whatever happens, I should persevere. Now...to break the news to mummy dearest. :)

After all that messy business for these two nights, SaiYi and WayneL has finally boarded a new flight home. I'm glad things turned out nicely for those two. Prayers were heard and granted. Bring them back to their motherland in one piece. Please and thank you! And like everything else, all good things come to those who wait.

I watched Tangled aka Rapunzel. You gotta love this animated film! It's got nice music and awesome animation, keeps you on your feet as you let down your hair. Okay, who am I kidding? There's an awesome horse in there, he provides most of the gag in the film. Maximus is my current favorite apart from Khan of Mulan.

*sigh*

Vonnie S.

Q: And idk what I'll do without you

It was Saturday, our few Malaysian buddies graduated with splendor, relieved that they were finally done with studying, or perhaps some have greater interest to go beyond that. SaiYi was in her ash black robes, and wearing the mortar board with the golden yellow tassel, a smile was on her face. Ah…despite the falling snow and the white sky, it was a great day. I missed her graduation ceremony (it would probably be something I would regret later on in life, but then again circumstances kept harking me back, stating that it would have been better this way), but went to see her at least after that. Pretty reluctant to if you ask me, because looking at all these happy people, it just strikes a chord of melancholy music, somewhere deep inside, you realized that they would soon leave this cold nowhere to live their dreams.

ScottS and family had a Christmas party. I went there without much thought, bringing along my The Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures for the Dirty Santa game. It’s just an exchanging gift ceremony with a twist to it, you can grab opponents’ presents, with rules and regulations, of course. Don’t want it to be a brutal battle over presents now would we. We stayed there till 6am, talking about anywhere between Harvest Moon, plans, wishes, problems, and in between I get to see Mervin work on his graphic designing project. In the end, I walked home with a fluffy black Bronco pillow and my thick book will be heading to Grand Rapids with a proud new owner. Along the journey home, the colorful light decorations along the streets reminded me that Christmas was just seven days away.

It was Sunday, SaiYi was leaving Kalamazoo to Malaysia for eight months before she will be back to resume her Masters. Took me awhile for the truth to sink in; she was going home and I have one less people to prank on. I think it was for the better, the long distance and time will be testable adversaries to the ship and one can only guess where we will go from here. Then while she boarded planes, I pined for Shabu Shabu with the gang, in a much warmer place away from the snow.

Turns out she is stuck at the JFK airport at the moment. This is not pleasant; I believe her plans for surprising her family would be ruin now. *sigh* Sometimes, the greater being up there must have plans for doing this. Let’s just hope it’s something good.

Note: Troy turned into a Disco Korbat. Too colorful if you ask me. Haha^^

(^w^)
Vonnie S.
Credits: graduation by SWDPhoto and A Purrfect Christmas by phatpuppy

Q: Did she CANT U or CAN U?

A: Hey daiyi, can threesome on the laptop meh?
B: Depending on how big or small your fingers are.

Deng.
Vonnie S.

Q: Be Careful, Be Careful!!

B: Eh, don't leave her too long alone with him understand?
G: Huh? Why? Scared she will turn him into a chocolate and eat him?
B: Are you sure it is not the other way around?
G: *gasp* I never thought about that.
B: Exactly, that time he won't be eating Blue Bunny anymore, it will be Blue Mountain!

SWT
Vonnie S.

Q: Eh, jangan panggil saya budak kecik, saya mature okay?

Had grading session this morning. It was fun for the most part, but it was the last time our group will be together. KaraS brought some awesome cupcake but I don't wanna touch them cos I figured they'd be too sweet. The aftertaste of that would be too much to bear. Anyway, MerrilM thanked me (once again) for being the one to tell him that his name reminded people of a Pokemon. JackC was a superb CA till the end and ChrisB offered me a ride home, but I declined.

Had "to-go" Shawarma's Lamb Briyani with extra gravy, courtesy of KrugerL Saw RazeekA working there. Strange surprise if you asked me. Lucky thing the credit card machine worked. On the menu board, Malaysian Donuts went for $2.50 per ten pieces.

Had chatting session with KrugerL and KongSiew at Apt A19. I was really hungry chowing down the briyani. Talked about ShetaT and CharleneL. Damn that guy really cannot let go of that topic. *sigh*

Had ShetaT coming home to piss me off. Period.

Had the girls come over to have dinner together, watch Bambi and Bambi II, ate ice cream and go home. Spoke Bahasa Malaysia for 30 minutes, epic phail.

Had a nice long talk with Zalikha. It was no doubt, productive. Learnt a lot of things that I have failed to uncover in the longest run.

Keranamu Malaysia,
Vonnie S.

Q: Your post titles are intriguing, perplexing...

On a lighter note, allow me to talk about the simplicity and complexity of this blog - especially in its titles/subjects (however you want it to be). It intends to enlighten, share, entertain, sing, express, and sound visitors of this place amidst clouds. I shifted the way I write things as an experiment. Whether it works out or not, we shall see. Grandieur movement, let's hope so.

Mari kita talk about post titles today. It's a good start. That way, we can keep the ball rolling. Holly crap it's snowing like don't know what over here. (Okay...that was superbly random, moving on.)

The Q's at the beginning of each post was left as an acronym for your free interpretation. Three of you guessed it right; darn brilliant Oriental people with mindworks of Sudoku and Rubiks formula. See, I merely quote words off people's mouth or through their writings. I might own rights to several of them too. You'll never know which ones they are. Some quotes in which I found to be rather educational, and as remembrance, I engrave them into this blog for safekeeping. They may jolly well be related to the content of the post or fall short of that expectation, yet they still strive for atttention. Quotes are fascinating creatures of words, no? They are mind boggling, it takes time appreciating them.

Oh well, that's all I had for today. Just a clarification of things. F and S will be joining Q soon. What are those? We shall see in future posts. I'll gladly accept fan mails as usual. XD

Dedication to LP, RIP buddy.

Missing you could turn from pain to happiness, if I knew you were missing me too.
Hearing about you again made me realize time has passed us by ever so hastily. It will probably be just a matter of moments that we all will gather round that same table playing mahjong again.

Pleasant days,

Vonnie S.

Credits: Colourful Quotes by MeaganLupin

Q: Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, thinking.

Too many times.

I don't know if I should tell her. Just let the cat out of the bag. Then I will feel better. But no. Everything else that I came to know of is a messy puzzle. A 180 degrees spin. I am torn between obligation, hope, and safeguarding. No one outweighs the other. I can hear the walls of my principles crumbling at its foundation. Sorry, it is my disorientated thoughts at work again. Maybe, just maybe, it's the weather. For once, I can't say for sure.

Telling is easy, or perhaps it never really has been. There is a constant fear of telling too much, or too little. To cause doubt and to enlighten of danger. Wanting to see things fall apart and to only rebuild them with your hands, yet there is a crises of conscious. A voice, no wait...two? No idea; but they bicker with extremities on what road to take when I reach a fork.

Friends, I am not schizophrenic. It's a sign of me brainstorming. It is better to let them out here. I am apologetic for the fact you had to read this. That's for certain. I sense worry and confusion in your head. Don't worry. I will be okay. It is times like this when I have to throw them out before the motherboard burns.

I thank the fact that not many people know about this blog.

With much contemplation, I decided to take "the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." Robert Frost. It's been a while.

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

My reality is different than your's.
Vonnie S.

Credits: Home and the Fairies by zancan

Q: I was talking about cyberdating, not hibernating.

I am now officially obsessed over my Habitarium. This game is like the new Farmville or some sorts of Neopets. It's crazy, as you ogle at these cute Petpetpets working their butts off to please you. All you need to do is to feed them, watch over their health, and kiss them goodnight. Okay, maybe we can scratch the last one out. But yea, it's like a chore I do every time I log in online. Sad I know. I'm beginning to believe that I'm some type of sadist. Hope it's just a phase.

Facebook is no different. I tried stalling away from the good ol’ social network for awhile and it pulls me (reluctantly so) back in. Thanks to the number of religious Facebook buddies who never seize to amuse me with their nonsensical statuses and remarkable taste in videos. Not to mention, my WMU friends are super Facebook friendly too. Seriously. They are online most of their waking hours. While they are sitting opposite you, they’d try to be funny and post a comment on your Facebook wall, wishing hard that you’d take notice and reply fast enough. I have to be apologetic most of the time for failing to meet up to their expectations. I still remembered the time BrandonD fb-ed me while he was in the cubicle down at Bernhard. Now that’s really overdoing it.

Perhaps I should take a step back into my Holistic class and learn the art of leaving technology behind (just for a couple of days). Then again, I think it would be virtually impossible, if not challenging as a rule. Honestly, I participated in that pledge during my Fall semester last year, committing to disconnect myself from the world wide web for a week. I saw the things I was missing out on, yet as the week gone by, I wanted badly (almost to withdrawal stage) to be back with the crowd once more.

I am not addicted, as a radical behaviorist may point that out to you. It is failing to adhere to a commitment. Like signing up to be a volunteer, but never actually putting time in doing it. You’d rather be at home, playing the Habitarium and laughing off with the others on what ShetaT says on Facebook.

We’re cyberhyberdating for real that we lost touch with those around us. I mean I can see my friends playing their Iphones and laptops more often now than usual. We acknowledge the fact that we’re physically in the same room, yet these devices are in the way of a proper communication process. Technology has changed the face of the generation for the worse in this case.

You know…in fact, me writing this post, is an example of committing the crime as we speak.

Just keeping it real,
Vonnie S.

Q: Look, it's finished! Kaput! Done!

We had M. Butterfly analysis done in my Literary Interpretation class today. It was awesome. Brendan as monotonous Frenchman, Gallimard and ColleenF as Chinese Opera singer, Song Liling. ColleenF did a great job with reading her lines, it was so intense and filled with passion. I should find a day to pour some details regarding the drama since it is really an awesome one. Strangely awesome. Maybe it's because of the Oriental blood kicking in. (Kiasu, must support.)

Er...let's see... I chose to do Suzuki (Cio Cio San's maid), also a character overlapping from Madame Butterfly. She has this long paragraph in Scene V. I did well on that, heck it's just reading, no biggie. Me saying "Girl, he's a loser" sent some of my classmates laughing. Then again, do Oriental girls say such words? I believe we prefer to get our dads to handle things; rotan, parang, and all. Haha^^

Now onwards to my assignment! Show me the meaning of procrastination at its best!

P/s: Sai Yi kicked my Simba off the bed. The poor thing was crying about his bruised paws.

Ah! Dolce notte!
Beautiful night!
Vonnie S.

Q: OMG...this is fantastic!

Just relax, let it hop around your taste buds. It dances in your mouth and tempts the heck outta you with such a cute label name. Despite the friggin weather, having it is good to the last spoon. Perfect, just perfect. Ahhhhh~~~

It's not just any ice cream, it's Premium.
Vonnie S.

Q: I am getting a Migraine, and I better leave.

The weather is getting colder as I am typing this post. Let’s just say the gray hanging clouds over head and the tormenting rain in the face are not helping with the situation either. They keep people in the buildings. The streets are practically lifeless and empty. I get hungrier by the minute. The sad shade of the outdoors is depressing. Yea, that reminds me. My laundries aren’t ready yet because of the stupid malfunctioning dryer. That would simply mean I have to head out there in another 45 minutes. I don’t want to…

Semester is going on well. Quite well. Smoothly, not quite so, except all is well. I appreciate that to an extent, the busy times are what’s keeping me on my tippy toes day to day. Heck, I even got sick twice and it worked in a cycle of fever, cough, flu, phlegm and flu again. Not pretty as I stared at them mucus colors change from white, cream to transparent. Disgusting things congesting my lungs. Truth to be told, it is a season of confrontation if I say so myself. I did a couple of that, and made a good friend cry, I faced my fears and learned what it means to dig deep. Yes, the weather is depressing and it has been one tough miserable semester, wow it’s like a train wreck. But I’m loving it.

Not everything is awful. I had my fair share of surprises over the months. Two honor society invitations, two astounding brothers, a brand new acoustic guitar, a job offer overseas, couple of “insects” stalking about, free dinners at the cafeteria and many more such welcoming gifts. I am equally thankful for these wonderful bequests.

Rwar, Dancing with the Stars Finale are now on TV. And my clothes are beckoning me to brave the winds once again. That's me, living life on the edge.

I’ll leave with a shout out to TsingYie and PeiLi. Study hard and good luck besties!

Rock on Kyle! (though I think Jennifer will win and she DID!)
Vonnie S.

Credits: A Moment Suspended in Time by angelreich

Q: I'm about to tell you a ghost story...

In class yesterday, this American friend of mine, wanted to tell me a ghost story about the East Campus side of WMU. I must say, she set up the scene pretty finely as she put on a very serious look, along with a rather whispery voice, and said...

"There was this camping trip the students organized during last summer. The night was dark and there were no traces of stars in the sky. It was quite chilly, surprisingly so...they said. I have a friend who was on fire duty that night and she wasn't supposed to leave the bonfire place, but she did anyway. Her partner on duty warned her about walking alone, but my friend couldn't be bothered and walked toward the east campus building in search for a bathroom.

She found it, eventually, but her head began to hurt terribly. It was so painful, she lost her footings sometime. Footsteps can be heard across the hallway. Someone was closing a door. Yet, she moved into the bathroom to hide and to relieve herself. There was absolutely no one in there. She got into a cubicle and tried to get things done as soon as she can. But as she got up from the toilet seat, she saw the toilet seat was stained with blood."

I gulped and she continued.

"It seems it was time for her period and she forgotten to use her pad."

Damn potong steam wei! I nearly slam my psychology book into her face. Trust me, you have no idea.

Tsk tsk tsk...
Vonnie S.

Q: 時に君はSかMか

き　緊　受　こ　楽　金　　　　
ら　縛　け　う*　し　閣
き　が　て　日　み　寺
ら　　　　　の　だ　。
と　　　　　光　　　。
　　　　　　を　　　。

Seitokai Yakuindomo is awesome!

*Translation
Kinkakuji...so exciting...in the sunlight,
the kinbaku (rope binding) will glitter.

Q: If you can't beat it, shoot it.

So we were playing the Taboo board game awhile back during one of a Friday mini gathering and encountered two rather interesting scenario. Thanks to Sheta and HuaSet.
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HuaSet got "Family Tree" as his taboo word. The game works better for those who are good in English. You’ll need a wide vocabulary to help guide your teammates to guess the word you’re having. But he was worried about other things as well, since his girlfriend, ChuSyen knows exactly what her boyfriend is saying despite just gesturing. Talk about same frequency. (Btw, ChuSyen was in the opposing team. Then, it really became his worst nightmare.)

HS: You know...er...up there got one, then down there got two, and three and four...

Everyone else gave blank looks and a couple of "huhs?" can be heard.

CS: Family Tree!

What can I say, it's fun to separate couples then you see them bombarding each other. It's cute in a way. Again HuaSet, it’s a family tree…ultimately, you have to start with TWO people, not ONE.

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But I believe Sheta delivered the epic moment of the game. You see, I got "50 cent" as the Taboo word. I know it is about a rapper. But I don’t know any of the songs he wrote (and I bet my teammates, ChuSyen and Jenny don’t too) so, I went ahead devising other ways to help them guess it out. Thus, in all my cleverness, I had a flawless plan, or so I thought.

Me: If you take two quarter coins, how much does it add up to?

ST: *with much gusto* ONE DOLLAR!!!

Omg...that my friends, reminded me very much of MelC with her “arteri” moment.

LOL,
Vonnie S.

Q: Ma, it's fine.

It keeps crawling, and coming, and picking at his sanity. He does what he can to stay calm. Head down, hands at his side, roaming the hallway unnoticed by most, except for those who plague him. He never did anything to deserve harassment, but then again who did? He prays every night just to be invisible. Although he aches for affection, he doesn't want the attention given through shoves and strikes. It's not only physical. The verbal abuse is just as abundant. And some times, it hurts a lot worse. All sorts of obscenities are yelled, as he tries to ignore and just keep walking. But one can only ignore for so long. He balls his fists up, and tightens his hands, hoping to just bottle up his frustration without an episode. He just wants to be unnoticed. He doesn't stick up for himself, hoping that by being the 'bigger man', and just walking away, the harassment would stop. But it doesn't. And some times he blames himself. There has to be a reason they pick on me, he would say to himself, but never out loud. Any time he tries to make his situation known, he is patronized and belittled by condescending adults who just don't understand.A person can only take so much before they reach their breaking point. Being shoved into lockers, randomly punched, and verbally harassed brings otherwise quiet, shy people to the brink. And this boy is no different. He shakes his fists and his eyes close, as he tries to disappear. Just disappear off to some distant world where he isn't the awkward, weird kid that walks through the hallways and is constantly bullied. But there's no magic in hoping or wishing, and you can't just hope your problems away. Today he decides to take a stand, and stick up for himself. His fists no longer shake, instead they are sledgehammers and weights that come down on top of another child's face. It doesn't matter who the child is, or what they've done. Years of bottled up rage and frustration now on the delivering end, instead of the receiving end. The blame is irrelevant and the cause doesn't matter. Whether the bullied or the bully, there's still a victim, and often it is both.

I hope he's okay.
Vonnie S.

Q: 天使にふれたよ！

I was left speechless upon hearing this song. Partly may be the fact that it shooked Azunyan (our 2010 SaiMoe champ) to tears...and it is a song sang by the entire Houkago TT band. I digress. The song reminded me of the many moments in life as a student, the fun times and especially well, the bitter sweet taste of graduation.

Then again, a friend of mine revealed an interesting interpretation of hers via Skype, stating that it universally applies to friends who have walked into and out of our lives. Friends that are busy with their new founded routine and they stopped sharing the same cakes or bus rides or even a conversation. Makes sense.

In conclusion, this song is my personal favourite of the season. If I am to play it every day on Youtube at least once, I viewed it with much sentimental value. XD

I Touched An Angel!

Vocals: Vocals: After-School Tea Time (Toyosaki Aki, Hikasa Yoko, Sato Satomi, Kotobuki Minako, as Hirasawa Yui, Akiyama Mio, Tainaka Ritsu, Kotobuki Tsumugi)
Lyrics: Inaba Emi
Composition & Arrangement: Kawaguchi Susumu

Hey, for the pieces of my memories
If I save them as a new file
A “treasure” is exactly what it is

Yeah, I spent my time
To fill up the space in my heart
Every single day was a throbbing color

The uniform I’m used to and my indoor shoes-
The doodles on the whiteboard-
I think I have to leave them
At the entrance to tomorrow

But I was able to meet a wonderful angel!
Graduation isn’t the end
Because we’ll still be friends from now on

The photos of us together-
Our matching keychains-
Are shining forever
I’ll always thank you for your smile

Hey, the sakura treesS
eem to have grown a little, too
Even if it was at an invisible, slow speed

Surely that sky was watching
When I tripped again and again
And yet I was still able to walk to the end

In the halls after school
The wings of musical notes spilled out lightly
If only we could stay like thisUntil they pile up all soft and fluffy

But I touched a lovable angel!
I feel like saying “I’m back”
This place won’t change
My e-mailbox-
The calendar marked off with circles-
I thank the music
That gave me my encounter with a terrific dream

At the home station, on the riverbank
Even if we’re separated, let’s look up at the same sky
And sing in unison!

But I was able to meet a wonderful angel!
Graduation isn’t the end
Because we’ll still be friends from now on
If you say, “I love you lots”I’ll reply,
“I love you lots and lots”
I don’t have anything forgotten anymore
We’ll always be together for eternity

The end of yet another great anime, into my favourite list it goes.

Dedication to all the friends who had left a handprint on my tabula rasa,
Vonnie S.

Q: Death beckons new meaning to Life

There is a place where balloons end up after they slip out of the hands of a little girl as she grasps for the string that slowly drifts further beyond her reach. Sometimes, balloons just become untied and slowly float away until they are out of sight.

Haven't you ever wondered where balloons end up once they easily glide out of the hands of lovers, friends, families? A place where moonlight shivers as it touches lost memories and licks the sweet shining fantasies only to be poisoned. So beautiful, so deadly. Memories like mercury in the moonlight.

There is a place sound goes when there isn't a soul around to hear it. A place rain falls and water rushes and trees snap. The air is thick and tastes of soft violets. Mirrors reflect space and the sky expands with the blink of an eye, opening the ground beneath you to a place you never knew existed.

That is where I live.

There is no Sun here. Light comes and goes. I live in the shadows of others light. When someone blows out a candle, the sky is lit up with a bright fiery breath that slowly fades into dust. That's how I ended up here. I was blown out, just like a candle. I was invisible to everyone but the one who destroyed me, and now I am born of the ashes that poison me. My hair ties me to this world, my skin doesn't let me leave. This is who I am.

The balloons stay for a long time. I can smell their sweet intoxicating memories. A first trip to a carnival, a celebrated birthday, the welcome of new life, the woes of an ended one. I once tried to reach for one of them, but my hand shriveled before me. I can't touch memories that aren't mine, nor can I make them. I don't know what death is. Perhaps it's where I am now. Or maybe I'm just somewhere in between, brushed off by the world like so many have been before me.

When a balloon pops, my world shifts into darkness. A current rushes through the air like the electricity on your lips of newly discovered chemistry. My heart quakes underneath my skin and for a moment slides out from my body and I am left a lifeless form, engulfed by a lost memory. Lately, more balloons have been popping and withering away. Forgotten memories litter the grounds, the only thing I know to call home. People are forgetting. And I'm bound to the place that pumps the life-giving poison to my veins. I wonder if this place used to be beautiful. It seems I've forgotten…

Dedication to Ah Nin Popo
RIP 27th October 2010 10.30 pm

Special thanks to LittleLottexo and Rinian

Q: Why have you been nervous today?

Well, the thing is, it’s Halloween in the US today. People come out walking on the streets decked in various kinds of strange characters or objects. Yes, I saw a banana and a chef standing by the traffic light. The sight is fascinating and it’s only been the second time I’ve experienced this youthful parade. A grim reaper, an Avatar couple, two policemen, some cowboys, and maybe…wait, is that a werewolf?! No good. I’m getting dizzy from the flashing red blue of a neighboring cop car. Damn, someone’s getting busted tonight. Then again, this is the every weekend scene of the Fraternity Village near where we’re staying. Students are often caught partying with their pants down!

I have been twitching a lot today. My legs wouldn’t stop shaking and I spaced out too much that it irritated some roommate of mine. What concerned me is not so much on missing the spooky seasonal celebration (by not dressing up); but rather the nervousness was for those in Malaysia. While I party Halloween-style at the Berryhill-Hampton-Robert’s residence at the Seville, my kawaii kohai-chans are facing a gruesome battle.

As you may have known, AniManGaki is an event I founded along with the club that organizes it. Today marks the test of their efforts; and I prayed for them (normally I don’t, because I don’t pray), wishing smooth sailing of the event and that they have the time of their lives. I want them to know that with hard work beckons great success. Even the shittiest of situation can turn for the better if proper attention is given and things are taken seriously.

At 1pm, the crowd spanned to 1000 units. I grew ecstatic at their achievement! The event resembled a seed that this skybird dropped in the middle of a forest and despite the natural forces trying to stop its advances, AniManGaki stood fast against the wind. Soon, it is going to dominate the industry. Tough call, but it’s a pleasant thing to know that my kohai-chan’s are there making it happen.

To my fellow comrades, ganbatte yo! The Shodaime will want to hear plenty of good news in the morning. The goal is not to be the best, but to overcome expectations. In my option, the expectation has already shattered as I type these words down with gusto. You people has proven your determination (especially Miss Jane and Hibiki, of course) and I’m sure you all deserved the credit.

So much for getting worked up, Hibiki kept his side of the deal; after all he “didn’t let the team down and pulled through to the end.” Thank you, bro.

*updated* AniManGaki 2010 reached its ultimate high of 1600 visitors!!

Wishing I could be there once again,
Vonnie S.

Q: Why this new blog? The old one's not good enough?

I get that a lot from friends ever since I made the rather hesitant decision to lock my old journal. They get extremely frustrated that their accesses into my xanga account were disbelievingly denied and they ranted about it. They made things clear with you on the phone, through Skype, on Facebook, short text messages and often times, having it popped out of conversations in unexpected places. Honestly, I did not count the numbers of followers I have; nor do I keep track of the number of blogs I follow. Either way, I am very honored and flattered to have people around who care to read about the things I write. (Although most of them are plain crap anyway.)

I created this new blog on a basis of several reasons. Reasons that might not mean a thing to you, or they might sound irrelevant. But then again, this is MY blog, so if no one else gives a damn, you shouldn’t too.

Reason #1
Prior to leaving Malaysia, I read through many of the posts I put online. As I go through each of them thoroughly, there is an accumulated need in me, to leave them all behind. My childhood rants, teen angst, nonsensical wisdom and the many wonderful moments boxed up nicely with a ribbon and placed into the closet of a distant memory. They remained important, as a sign of progress and change in conscious. Basically, a great study material for future reference in the field of Psychology.

Reason #2
While I am still lovingly titled ywsmokona, I wish to remain mostly anonymous in this blog. Well, not as a way to get away from responsibility over the things I write or say, but it is just a sign that I have stalkers lah. WTH.

Reason #3
This new blog will work to my advantage as a journal pointing toward signs that I have reached a new turning point in life. The happenings in the US and the feelings I have left in Malaysia. This chapter deserves an equal attention and wishes to gain its significance. Also, my lecturer thinks writing a page a day will help improve writing skills. Let’s just hope he’s right.

Reason #4
I am trying to not procrastinate on my duties (though often so, shit happens) as my professor puts it; writing a blog post once every day will allow me to collect discipline habits and often so, the punishment includes placing a dollar into the donation box for the poor. Psychology can really give you the extra kick in the rear end on this. No kidding.

Reason #5
Twas all things new will give me that built-in reinforcer (layman term: motivation), I am able to put things into a much better perspective, and like the old Chinese saying goes, “new brooms sweep clean”. Well, I’ll try my best not to make blogging this time, just another honeymoon phrase.

First post so far!
Vonnie S.