2015 Roundup

I needed something to wrap up 2015. So here is a list of what made 2015 amazing for me, in no particular order:

  • Became trash for a pun-loving troll of a skeleton
  • Got dunked on 123 times by said skeleton
  • Learnt to slice zombies with a ninja sword
  • Bullshitted my way through trials in the courtroom
  • High-fived Buddha
  • Return of the kings, B.A.P
  • Senpais noticed me!!!!
  • Crying over anime
  • Crying over next year’s anime
  • Survived part 1 and part 2.1 of Year 2 in the polytechnic
  • Miraculously managed to not lose the tiny cover for my phone’s charging point
  • Newfound appreciation for memes
  • Befriended many cats
  • Self-taught swimming and kickass water slides
  • FINALLY got my own personal healthcare assistant
  • Acquired clubbing spirit
  • Understood many truths about the universe
  • okay but this is legit I had my first lucid dreaming experience not too long ago it was pretty rad
  • I ate a snail
  • And best of all, spent time with family, nerds, scrubs and losers ❤


There’s a lot more where it came from but I don’t remember them. Please excuse my terrible memory.

Happy New Year, everyone. May 2016 be good to you all.

My Personal Obsession

I need to know if anyone out there feels the same way as me.

Whenever you play a game, or write a story, or fantasise about incredible tales within the realms of imagination, do you have the urge to name your characters differently?

By ‘different’, I mean a few things. The spelling has to be different (this is a given). Then, this is where my obsession kicks in. I cannot stand it if the first letter of one character’s name is the same as another. The last syllable of each name should not share similar pronunciation either.

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Damn it, Bob

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Dog Named Bob.”

I have a dog named Bob.

Bob wasn’t the most well-behaved pet around.

Once, he tackled the wooden post and got his head stuck in the mailbox.

“Damn it, Bob,” I said as I struggled to pull him out.

Once, he chased a bluejay across the street and barely escaped getting hit by oncoming traffic.

“Damn it, Bob,” I said as I hurried after the crazed furball.

Once, he lunged at the dining table because he wanted more food.

“Damn it, Bob,” I said as I picked up the broken shards of Mom’s favourite ceramic plates.

Once, he snatched the bottle of maple syrup from my hand and hightailed it out of the kitchen.

“Damn it, Bob,” I said as I played a game of hide-and-seek for half an hour.

Once, he tried eating my pen and got blue ink all over him. When I spotted him, he gave me a cheeky grin.

“Damn it, Bob,” I said as I dragged him into the bathroom.

But I loved him anyway. And he loved me.

So when he grew old and ailing, I cried as he fell into a deep sleep.

“Damn it, Bob,” I said, one last time.

[Hope this is alright. Not a storyteller kind of person yet 😀]

Erase cramps off the face of Earth!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Placebo Effect.”

If the title didn’t already give it away, yes I would love for cramps to disappear forever.

Shush, I know it’s not an illness but a natural occurrence that happens to many women. But you can’t deny it is one of the most frustrating too! It ups the ‘cranky’ level by 10.

I suffer from terrible cramps every month. There is this one incident, still firmly etched in my mind. I was in school, I started feeling awful and I made a beeline for the washroom right before assembly. I remained in there for the next 20 minutes.

It was downright horrible. I was hurling up my breakfast – a sour, acidic taste lingered, and right after it warped into a terrible bitterness. The pain wouldn’t go away! Like an unpaid chef who decided to take out his anger on a lump of dough (aka my abdomen) with a rolling pin. My strength was all but gone, and I just slid down the cubicle wall in defeat. In the end, I sent a SOS to my mom (thank god I had my phone). She, along with a guard, came to my rescue. Leaning against their shoulders, I hobbled to class, grabbed my bag and headed home (not before puking once more). I slept like a log that day.

Part of it was my fault, really. I drank coconut juice the day before. However, it doesn’t change the fact.

Cramps are bad.

Please get rid of them.


Life Update: Interviews, Marvel Madness

So yes, I haven’t posted anything in 14 days? Year 2 is one hell of a ride, and it’s only the 4th week of the semester.

Trust me, it’s not that bad. Really! The modules are cool, save for a few dry theories. However (there’s always a ‘however, isn’t there), this one frustrating issue haunts my everyday thoughts.


Now don’t get me wrong here. I have nothing against interviews, I even find a couple of them enjoyable. The pain in the neck comes from the fact that I am just a student. Throw me a radio assignment with a special guest, yes, I’ll do my best. But I don’t have the resources, the publicity and incentives to offer people. All I have are my persuasion skills, which are a little bit on the ‘meh’ side.

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Real neat award?

To start things off, thank you almandyne for nominating me! It is the first time I’ve received such an award since I started blogging a few months back. So I am really excited 😀


Anyhoo, to copy-paste the rules…

– Insert the award logo onto your post (which is the blue image you see above)
– Answer the seven questions they asked you.
– Thank the blogger who nominated you.
– Nominate other bloggers and ask them seven questions and let them know you have nominated them. That’s all.


Alright, now with that out of the way, time to answer a few questions!

1) Your biggest fear? I am afraid to lose my loved ones. The thought of not seeing them ever again chills me to the bone. To me, it’s like having a void that can never be filled, if you know what I mean.

2) How often do you think about dying? Not every single day, but the thought has popped into my mind countless times. I’ve always wondered what would happen at the end of the road. Is there an afterlife or will my existence be completely erased like it was nothing?

3) If you were granted three wishes what would you wish for? Oh wow, this is a tough one. I wouldn’t want to alter any part of my life through other means because my experiences make me who I am today. I will wish for the happiness and safety of my loved ones though. Maybe world peace? Or creating an insane dimension where the lines between reality and imagination are blurred. That would be cool.

4) Do you believe in god? I’m a Buddhist, I believe in several gods and deities. I never experienced anything related to them so I can’t say with certainty they are real, but hey, it is the way I was brought up. And there’s some comfort in knowing that there’s an entity possibly looking out for you. A sweet gesture.

5) What do you see in your future? I really don’t know. I want to have a career I’m passionate about and a family. One thing is for sure, I’ll make sure I’m happy.

6) Fight for your country or fight for the world? Why not both?

7) Define life. You’re given this chance, don’t waste it. Live and soak in every moment of it.


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It is the year 2122. The paranormal is acknowledged as a legitimate branch of science, and countries are racing to harness its powers for themselves.

Charlotte Flores has been living in middle-class Zone 8 ever since the Blackout. Life is peaceful, way too peaceful. She has feelings that others do not, and at night her dreams are plagued with ghastly visions. But she continues to keep everything happening to her a secret, even as the lingering sense of dread grows with each passing day.

When a Corrupted attacks the city, a series of unexpected events puts her under accusation. She is banished into the outside world. And she finds herself more alone than ever before.

How long can she stay sane?

Rather than an idea for a book that I will probably never write, I envisioned this story as a TV show instead. Putting actions into words is tough, for me at least. This non-existent story was inspired from a Reddit post and numerous animes.