I will try


If I walk would you run
If I stop would you come
If I say you’re the one would you believe me
If I ask you to stay would you show me the way
Tell me what to say so you don’t leave me
The world is catching up to you
While your running away to chase your dream
It’s time for us to make a move cause we are asking one another to change
And maybe I’m not ready

CHORUS
But I’m trying for your love
I can hide up above
I will try for your love
We’ve been hiding enough

If I sing you a song would you sing along
Or wait till I’m gone, oh how we push and pull
If I give you my heart would you just play the part
Or tell me it’s the start of something beautiful
Am I catching up to you
While your running away, to chase your dreams
It’s time for us to face the truth cause we are coming to each other to change
And maybe I’m not ready

CHORUS
But I’m trying for your love
I can hide up above
I will try for your love
We’ve been hiding enough

I will try for your love
I can hide up above

If I walk would you run
If I stop would you come
If I say you’re the one would you believe me

-Asher Book

He protected Me

It was a rainy day in Kuala Lumpur on Wednesday. I had just finished my college magazine photoshoot at 6pm. The weariness had begun to override my body from last night's lack of beauty sleep.

Fat droplets of water slid down my face. I looked like a gothic child with dark purple eye shadow smudged around my eyes.

"Ah, long day. Tiring! "

I hastily placed my bags on the car seat. I hesitate. I took one long disgusted look at the dust-covered mat. I dropped the stilletos on the dust-covered mat. I regret. It was so dirty.

"Ugh,time for some vacuuming woman!"

I realise I said that too many times already but never made time to clean the car's interior. What a fuss!

The sky was turning dark early and the roads were a chock-a-block of vehicles slugging like worms. I could hardly drive faster than 40km/h. It was exasperating for an impatient young woman like me who desperately wanted to go home.

Honestly, I just didn't like driving at night, alone and I absolutely hate jams. In my mind, I was dreaming already of hot showers, nice smelling hair, and SLEEP.

I could barely open my eyes. Unconciously, I would just close my eyes and open them a few seconds later. My brain was shutting on an off like a faulty light bulb. I rubbed my eyes and gave myself a few slaps to stay awake. I was still halfway through my journey back home sweet home.

On the road near KDU college, I drifted off into a faraway land. My eyes were closed but my hands were still clasping the steering wheel and my right leg was pressing on the accelerator. Needless to say, I was driving in my sleep!!

I was probably driving blindly for 10 seconds.

Instead of keeping on the right lane and going through the tunnel, my car went towards the left lane. I heard no blaring honks, no crashes.Nothing. Suddenly, I snapped out of my doze and realised my car had missed the road to the tunnel and quickly made a U-turn.

In that moment, I knew I could have died. My car could have instantly hit the road divider and snap my car and body into two. My car could have smashed into the other vehicles and killed other innocent lives because of my recklesness

But, no.
In that 10 seconds, I knew God protected me and my car. Somehow, in my sleep, I manage to drive myself to the left side of the road without banging into the other vehicles driving passed me. I even woke up in time to make a U-turn instead of continuing my dangerous siesta.

Thank You, God for protecting me. I am still alive. No broken bones even. What a miracle. What grace and mercy.

I'm Loving Tumblr too much

Sorry to have forsaken this blog. Tumblr is my new love!
Maybe when I have something to gush out
and endless time to drop by.

Do I look like I have a 'Please Bang Me' sign on my forehead?

'Hug Those You Love' by Alexandra Wong was extroadinarily a heart-warming post. I was deeply soaked in grateful and loving emotions after reading her touching tale.

Incidentally, I was disturbed by noisy thuds in an exceptionally quiet library. Confused, I looked up to see my cheeky friend casually knocking on the glass screen. He twitched his eyebrows when I looked at him annoyingly and he lifted up his fist at me. This was the THIRD time.

Obviously, he was going to visit me again. Intruder of my comfort zone!

Kyian, oh, Kyian. Will you please not bang me again, I said monotonously as he sashayed into the library.

Nope, he did it again. Incoming BASH! I tilted to the right immediately to lessen the 'soft' impact he gave me. (Okay, it was just a slight nudge but for the 398478220 time)

What are you doing? he asked

I'm reading this really nice post online, I said.

*BASH* again

What are you writing about? He peeked at my laptop screen and saw my empty blog post which was in due time to tell an interesting story.

I bite my lip.

Oh, you gonna write about me la right? He chirped. My, you are a pompous perasan case guy. LOL

About what? I'm a Banger?

I'm so going to write about you! I said instantly.

THE TALE OF KYIAN, THE BANGER

I was sitting in statued mode engrossed with Tumblr (my new fetish for inspirational quotes, preposessing art and of all things beautiful, click here) while waiting for class to start. Like a rude awakening, a butt affectionately whipped the left side of my shoulder followed by a triumphant, hysterical laugh. Kyian was certainly amused to just stare at my bewildered face.

I reacted by giving him two smacks on his well padded arms.

Kyian, what on earth are you doing?! I said half laughing, half serious.

You just look so BANGA-BLE today la! I want to hit you.

(Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?)

Kyian obviously has his quirky thoughts. Today, he just thought I looked really flimsy like a seaweed underwater.

After lunch break, Kyian, Lyn and I were just walking back to college when suddenly
Kyian pulled me by the arm and a square-faced truck drove passed me, only inches away from hitting me. Not even half a minute later, I was pulled back again to give way to another another four wheel drive so I don't have to sacrifice half my body. Both vehicles were like dying to kiss me goodbye.

I'm pretty sure, honest to goodness, both blinking drivers were blind to not see me because I was standing at the side of the road.

WOAH. Andrea. You truly bangable today la.

He sure is right.

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Joined the group 52 notifications later and i regret liking your status on Facebook :) LOL

A day off for sweet dreams

I want to have a hot bubble bath. One that leaves your skin breathing once again. Sipping chinese tea while my limbs float in comfort. I close my eyes. Peace.

It has been a super hectic week. Late night dates with assignments. Struggling to keep my eyelids open and retiring to bed at 5 am in the morning. So much to do. So much to do.

Mom asks me today to do the simple chores at home. " Andrea, please cut these things for me." She points to the lady's fingers, long beans and garlic. I hesitate. I look at the four cuts on my four fingers.It hurts. It has been a hard day for me to do a single thing properly. I complain. I release my tension. I'm jumping around and making the noisiest blabber. My hands high up the air. Suddenly, I'm giggling. It's funny.

I can never handle stress.

Darn, that's so true

The little, little things that you do but yet you feel so fulfilled just doing them.

I just read Lisan's blogpost and it prompted me to list out some of things that I do that I find total fulfillment once it's scratched of my to-do list.

First off! What Lisan said is so true:
"I feel fulfilled when I fill my empty bottles with soap and shampoo".

For me, it could even be just replacing the old tube of toothpaste or the empty roll of tissue paper!

I think it's my obsession with new things.

Second,

"I feel fulfilled when I've clean the ball of hair from the drain hole"

My eyesoar is healed the moment I cleaned out the ball of hair. You know what ball of hair. What hairy humans. euu.

Third,

"I feel fulfilled when I've placed my shoes in boxes"

I seriously don't like seeing my shoes get buried under the other shoes and you have to use your hands to touch them.

I think I sound like a clean/neat freak. Nothing wrong with that.

Fourth,

"I feel fulfilled when I make my bed"

Gee. Thanks to dad. I used to just let my blanket and pillow be. All crumpled and messy. But it's real satisfaction when you see a neat bed.

Fifth,

"I feel fulfilled when I my hair is soaped and washed"

Nowadays, I can't sleep if it's greasy. I feel grumpy when my hair is in a disastrous state.

Sixth,

"I feel fulfilled when I remove the pile of clothes hanging behind my door"

It's because sometimes when I wear a piece of clothing just once or for awhile, I end up hanging it behind my door, hoping to find another chance to wear it again. But I never do.

Seventh,

" I feel fullfilled just writing a blog post"

Nerve wrecking when your blog lacks updates cause you're busy-busy-busy and never have anything worth writing. But when you do, AH :)

Eighth,

"I feel fulfilled when I make someone I love, smile"

It always feels good to light someone's darkest day. Even if it's just a smile.