Halloween not.

It's Halloween tomorrow and I'm not even excited about dressing up. Signs that I'm aging too fast?! I remember how Halloween found me the support of my life. He was there looking so dark and mysterious. I just had to ask him for the last dance. How many years has it been? Sometimes college seems like yesterday. And so the story began. I don't even have to beat about the bush singing

where do I begin?
to tell the story of how great alove can be...
the sweet love story that is older than the sea... ... ...

I usually do away with the mushy stuff. What is love then? Definitely not all the goosebumps-inducing acts. It's more subtle than surprises, gifts, words and poems. It's not about the obvious actions. Women tend to overlook the little things men do and usually try to find a fault to "make him a better man for her". I guess I do that sometimes. And I'm not really guilty of it!

The different Languages of Love.

• Service is a Language of Love.
  
• Gifting is a Language of Love.
• Sharing is a Language of Love.
• Time is a Language of Love.
• Sex is a Language of Love.
• Attention is a Language of Love.
• Patience is a Language of Love.
• Support is a Language of Love.
• Forgiveness is a Language of Love.
• Non-Judgment is a Language of Love.
• Understanding is a Language of Love.
• Mercy is a Language of Love.
• Compassion is a Language of Love

Of course, love doesn't mean that tingly happy feeling with a partner. It applies to everything and everyone. Love the nature around you and don't neglect or abuse it. Love the greens for giving you your essential minerals and fibre, and being the lungs of the earth (not when ingested of course). It is an intrinsic thing to love the nature.

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I found this site by googling "weapons of mass destruction"...
Now, I should get back to googling FTIR stuff for my pharmaceutical analysis report. Discipline, focus, focus! Right... I ended up putting in 3 blog entries and before I start crapping again, I'm outta here. Fade, Nina... now you know why I was MIA so long?

Sissy ol' me.

How much I've grown... Well, physically, not much :-( unless you call fats growth, which scientifically, isn't. An increase in protoplasm, ie. protein, would be considered growth. Accumulation of physical weight due to water, carbo and fats is pretty much expansion. Ok, that's besides the point.

I am starting to lose my men-mind... or maybe gaining more women-mind! First of all, I bought a pretty black satin dress adorned with colourful butterfly prints. Lately, my collection of pink items have increased 3 folds. I wear my heeled boots, not the rugged ones. I straighten my fringe to look prissy and gone are the days with the rugged rock hairstyle... Although I haven't fallen into manicures and pedicures (mainly because I cook and do stuff with my hands which ruin the edges and stain the cuticles). I adorn myself with accessories. I wear less kohl to tone down my old "goth" look. I carry bags on my forearm to distribute the weight. I am staring to wear face powder. I start to nag my guy friends once in a while.

Yikes.

Ok, maybe I am a little off the scale than I used to be. At least I still listen to only rock, classical, blues and some jazz. At least my guy friends still think I'm one of them. At least I still read espionage thrillers and have not read a single romance novel (unless you consider the Rice's Vampire Chronicle romance!). Haha... sounds like an identity crisis or sort of a coming-of-age entry. Yes, I'm in denial! Fine, I admit I like pink except that I would rather be caught dead in it. I guess it's time to embrace the pinkies and the butterflies (shudder). It's like men's ego I tell you. To be critical of things pink, sissy and un-rock. For the ladies, I now have something to fight for when my guy friends tease me for wearing pink and flowers. It is not funny. Pink is a nice, like Pink Floyd and I'd like to Shine On You Crazy Diamond cos it's the Sunshine of Your Love. It's really like Nights in White Satin when the Sultans of Swing sing Proud Mary who isn't Down on the Corner of China Grove. I'm like a Free Bird on a Magic Carpet Ride. Who says I'm on a Highway to Hell when this Purple Haze is great?

See, I still rawk!


P/S: Purple, black and maroon are still my favourite colours, especially in that combination... not the lilac kinda purple though. However I'm collecting more whites and beige. Damn, do I sound ditsy? Do I? Do I?!!! See, only women can pull this off ;-)

Daddy's little girl...

You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're daddy's little girl, to have and to hold...

Bedazzled

So today I've started wearing my new rock! A yellow sapphire set in a ring I designed. I think it's quite nice and simple and I know what to hand down to my future descendants... Haha... In addition to the 8 carat African amethyst pendant. The colour and the clarity cannot be compared to diamonds.

Goodness, I'm only a student and I speak of such riches... Oh well, for one, the amethyst and the yellow sapphire are my "birth stones" and I only got them for my recent birthday. I believe it brings harmony to the body with the surroundings. It's natural after all... I guess, belief is something people hold on to, to assure themselves that something will be right.

I feel after the long break from blogging, I have yet to get used to writing things spontaneously cos now, my mind is filled with so many things, I don't even know what to write about!

I've been keeping my mind free of issues lately and probably I find myself at peace (more than usual) since I pray more often in this holy month. There were a few periods in my life when I thought I was going to die. There was also a period when I didn't care if I died. Now, I hold on to life so firmly I get stressed if my cab starts tailgating motorcyclists. The last thing I want is for someone to get hurt because of me.

One thing I believe truly is that things happen for a reason. I reckon God has a lot in store for all of us. If life is always fair, would any of us have anything to talk about?

Whoa...

My last entry was on 7th June. And even now, I'm too lazy to blog. It's been a long time. Anyway, whatever happened to all the comments?!!

I like purple. Like my new African amethyst pendant! Thanks to Fazrul for getting it for me for my birthday. I just realised that I'm actually quite old when my sisters friends asked me what I was studying and what I wanna be when I grow up.

"When I grow up?!"

It struck me that I have grown up. I'm now 23... and still studying due to my "pursuing interest and flexibility". Ok, I did work a while. That's the reason I was missing over 3 months. It was horrible working and studying together. That's like burning the candle on both ends. Burnt I was. I faced mental exhaustion, sleep depravation, skin aggravation... ok, maybe I'm exaggerating.

Now I'm recovering back my shine and I spend my free time reading, sleeping and cooking. I must've been a cat in my past life. But hey, at least I keep the grey matter working cos my reading materials are the newspaper and the Discover magazine. Of course, I occasionally spruce it up with textbooks... :'(

Heck, I even have time to trim my nails these days. One thing I haven't gotten around to doing is hitting the ivories. Blog-wise, I may be back. I have nothing worthy to write these days anyway. I might be an occasional blogger. Wasn't I one? Ok, I'm gonna be a full moon blogger.

By the way, it's that time of the year when I have to observe fast. I just had pancakes with maple. :-) It better last the whole day!!