Oh Cases

Umm, I think I might just sleep in the chair tonight =') 

Goodbye bed, this separation is very much needed. Till then.

Of Esoteric Theories and Sleepless Nights

I know I've been posting lots of PLL related stuff lately but I just can't help it okay. Lol. This show is highly addictive and I've never fathomed that I'd be this emotionally attached to a TV show, to fictional characters, oh god. For any of you who have never watched this show, well, here's what I'd say; Get yourself a big bowl of popcorn, or maybe a pint of Pralines & Cream, a tall glass of Vanilla milkshake, pick a Saturday that'd best suit you and just prepare for your eyes to be glued to your laptop or TV screen for hours and hours. Because I assure you, once you've realised how awesome this show is, you don't want to avert your gaze. You'll be hungry for more. And more. And more... Did I convince you enough? No?

On a different note, for those of you who have watched this show and are still trying to piece the puzzles of those suffocating secrets and sick mysteries in Rosewood, let me just give you a virtual high five. High 10 times 10. Cause yes, we're on the same boat.

WHO IS A?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?

Ahh man I love this show. It keeps my brain twitching at all times. Even in my sleep. The theories seem to be haunting me even in my dreams (PLL fans will definitely understand this). The conundrums this show throws at the fans just gets more better and more twisted and more baffling and more thrilling and more intriguing after each exceptionally-written episode. 

So, I decided to search for new videos on the theories and stumbled upon the video attached. Oh. My. God. That is such a genius theory. It's kinda awkward, I must admit, but hey, it makes sense. The plot of Marion Cavanaugh's death tend to add more obscurities to the already ambiguous clues we have at hand. There must be a concrete reason as to why they are still making this death such a prominent issue in the show. Nothing is a coincidence in Rosewood, honey, mind you. Every conspicuous chunk of information and every single clue they put there is more auspicious than you will ever know.
 Hats off to the PLL writers! 

As much as I'd like for this rambling to never stop until I've convinced you enough, my thick law texts are literally screaming out my name, because as much as I'd like to believe that I was born in the wrong century, I need to insinuate myself into this hectic law school life and guess what... I kind of love it. 

Moreover, it's not as esoteric as Mathematics. This is not the life I had lived in high school; where every single neuron in my body had been overly traumatised by the atrocious intricacy of Additional Mathematics. So, you get how I feel about numbers now? Right. 

Arrivederci!

Before #PLL Season 7 pic.twitter.com/zjRLsoyBC4
— Big A (@PLLbigA) November 3, 2014

Long writing day giving way to sleepy time. Season 5 finale reminds me of Hunger Games today.
— I. Marlene King (@imarleneking) November 2, 2014

It's gonna be a good finalé. I can feel it.

The Death of Me

Searching for @theladydockers #downtonabbey Directed and shot by @malshamsi_ Featuring Konrad

Ein von Keegan Allen (@keeoone) gepostetes Video am Okt 10, 2014 at 7:45 PDT

Kept on watching this over and over again. Keegan's accent hit me right in the feels. Haha.

My OCD level has gone through the roof.
— Khairina Khairil (@KayyKhairil) August 25, 2014

Taken sometime during the early almost crepuscular evening before the debut of Excalibur's very last stage play "His Royal Highness: Endless Repentance", English Drama 2012.
Photocred: Yours truly. Lol.

The tension of academia is back in full force.

Light Up The Horizon

Whatever happened to my phone, I'm just gonna wait until it wakes up from the coma. Sigh. Currently watching an episode of Downtown Abbey actually. Withdrawals! Really miss hearing the theme tune.

#Random Have you ever felt like a song just happened to aesthetically reflect your feelings in ways you have never imagined? People say that you can tell a lot about a person by the kind of songs they listen to. Well, maybe that's legit. Maybe not.

Anyways, I can't seem to recall every single song that I'd fallen in love with. But as far as I can remember though... These are definitely my favs <3

Dancing In The Moonlight - Toploader

How To Save A Life - The Fray

The Backpack Song - Bear Attack

Collide - Howie Day

If You're Not The One - Daniel Bedingfield

Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran

One Day At A Time - Graham Colton

Down - Jason Walker

Lucky - Jason Mraz ft Colbie Caillat

Alibi - The Strange Familiar

You Make Me Happy - Cathy Heller

Heaven - Bryan Adams

Holding On & Letting Go - Ross Copperman

All I Need - Within Temptation

Stop and Stare - One Republic

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Need You Now, Just A Kiss - Lady Antebellum

Calling it a day. May the nap be with me.

Out Of The Woods

I'm currently listening to Taylor Swift's 1989 and all I can say is: WOW!

She did it again. Remind me, when has Taylor ever released an album that is not as soul satisfying as mashed potatoes? Ahah. I rest my case. Can't pick my fav yet cause everything on that album's great. But my favs are definitely Blank Space, Style and Clean and I Know Places. Okay why in the world did I mention 'mashed potatoes'?! Now I'm craving for that slice of heaven! 

So it gets dark early now. Had to admit the ambience was kinda scary while I was walking to Foxhill just now. Thank god I met a girl in front of the entrance and we had a great talk about supernatural stuffs and how eerie it was to walk to Foxhill when it's dark and that the building qualifies as a haunted mansion lol. Oh and it was my first time walking through the woods near the Whiteknights lake. Shucks, that was one sick experience. Thanks Farina for being my tour guide! Hahah. It was literally pitch black except from the lights that shone from our phones. 

Gosh I need to do my tutorial on Public Law. Catch ya later? ;) Adios!

Bucket List

...

Keeeeegaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Can't breathe. Keegan Allen is in England. Let me just wallow in my feels okay. OMG.
I really really really really really really really really really wanna meet him he's my fav and such a sweetheart but he's in Birmingham. Even if he ever goes to London on Monday, I've classes. Bummer. Wait an hour, I need to cry. Bye.

You Don't Watch PLL?!

#JudgingYou

Awkward At 334.7 km/h

Hi there moi loyal stalkers ;)! It's a Saturday and I've loads of work to do but before that...

This happened last Friday. So I was in the train en route to London when Insyirah suddenly called me. So I picked up the call and we talked and talked and laughed and laughed...

Until I realized that everyone sitting nearby was staring at me... And I went still for a few moments and I just stared back at them... So basically we just stared at each other for 1 minute to cut it short.

What an impeccable timing... *pumpkin emoticon* Great.

So I flashed them my $10 smile and continued on talking in English. And just to annoy Insyirah I started speaking in English accent which she said was a total failure. Hahaha omg how dare you Insyirah do you have any idea how much time I spent talking to myself in the mirror trying to make it as perfect as I could?! Haha.

But seriously though I was wondering why they were staring at me. I wasn't talking that loud =S And then I realized the reason why: It was because I was speaking in Malay =')

Hahahahahaha! Lol. I imagine they must have been like "What kind of language is this girl using?!?" or "Why are there too many 'lah' in her sentences?"

My goodness how I miss Malaysia right now... I just can't imagine how ecstatic I would be when it's finally time to come back home next year! Seriously can't wait <3

Till then!

Stressed Out Level 999

I don't know why I've been feeling kind of low for these past few days...

I guess it's just an ordinance of the universe, you know. There are days when you'll feel so happy and carefree and then there are days when you'll just feel really sad or depressed and you don't even know why... But it's weird though... Have you ever felt so happy yet you don't even know why? It happens right?!

Oh yeah. Went to the Tort lecture this morning and there were just too many cases to take in my head almost exploded. Seriously.

But you see, there is an imaginary scale weighing your feelings for a specific period of time and it will balance you share of pain and happiness in the end. Okay what the h did I just say. Okay forget about it XD

So I actually just got back from a meeting with my tutorial mates at Foxhill. We have a presentation to do tomorrow and hopefully everything will fall into place and goes smoothly and coherently. Oh and they are all very nice people =)! When I arrived I met Elizabeth and we talked about stuffs in the common room (I could at least pretend that the law school's common room is something akin to the Gryffindor's common room =P). Love her Welsh accent! I seriously don't really know how to distinguish between English and Welsh accent. I know Scottish sounds a little bit like French...? Not sure though. And then Ruth, Zac, Claudia and Eline joined us later on and we practiced the presentation.

I've a class at 4:30 so I'm gonna stop writing now. Till then!

Just got back from the PC class! And I'm feeling super ecstatic ;) Come on, don't you just love the vibes Thursday evenings always give you? That Friday is approaching... That your bed would feel super comfy on the approaching Saturday morning and you might end up staying in bed the whole day... Okay so we learned about how to use the Lexis Nexis for researching and everything just now.

After I left Ruscombe, I realised that the sky was looking pretty gloomy and I left my umbrella in my room, just great. It rained so bad. However, not as bad as the rain on Monday, god. The day my umbrella decided to betray me. Thank god I brought my jacket (I actually thought of not wearing it before I headed out of my 'safe place to land') or else I would have turned up soaking wet for the class.

So yeah I suddenly remembered about what happened on Monday. But too bad I remember only remnants of the incident so I'll just talk about it when my amnesia goes away...

Till then! Keep on stalking!

Sing Me A Lullaby

Hey there ;)! I am precariously standing on the brink of consciousness right now and I seriously feel like knocking on the door of my dreamland soon. But I feel like writing so here I am. Actually no I have a PC class at 4:30PM which is like in one and a half hour from now so I'm stalling time by writing this post. Lol. Like I don't have any cases to read (I don't have the mood and I feel super sleepy).

I slept at 3AM and woke up at 7AM and went to the lecture theatre at 8.30 and Dr Wilde was already there, drinking his coffee while reading something on the laptop in front of him. I was like woahhh he was so early!

Hmm, nothing interesting happened today. I'm gonna catch a bus to the town centre to meet Mum after Maghrib!

My goodness you're so fine Keegan Allen <3

Me after realizing the amount of reading I have to do for law school. 

Knackered But Adrenalised

Hi there stalkers ;)! Err, actually, I'm supposed to be doing the online quizzes on Legal Skills right now but my mind is plenty messed up at the moment. Messed up in a good way though. Okay I don't know what that is supposed to mean so please just pretend that you understand that okay. Okay? Okay. Hey, maybe okay will be our always =') Lol. Ignore me. Okay? Okay. So moving on.

So I just came back from the 'Safety Talk' at Palmer G10, this building near the Henley Business School. Thank god it didn't take that long. I'm actually really tired. Yesterday was the worst. It wasn't that bad but well you know how cruel Mondays could be right?! Right. Thank you for understanding me. Yeah. But thankfully, I survived the disastrous day. Okay I feel so bad and ungrateful suddenly. Monday was actually great. Kind of. Yeah. Hmm, I guess every time we seem to complain about a day that went wrong or to put it more concisely, the day that didn't go the way that we had expected, let's just remember that while we managed to live through that particular day, someone else had went through something a lot more worse than what we had been through. Someone's life might have even ended. But that is another different thing and the intricacy of the subject will just suck us into a whole different vortex. The topic of death is definitely complex and I am sure we all know why so I don't think I'll be able talk about it. But what I meant was that, while we still have the time to improve ourselves and be a better person than who we were yesterday, to prepare for the hereafter that's drawing nearer, let's be grateful that we are still breathing. A reminder to myself too.

Umm, I forgot how fun blogging could be. A few days ago, my sister had told me that I should start a blog (apparently she didn't know the existence of this blog). So yeah here I am. I initially started blogging to fill up my free time after SPM. And then I was obsessed with it. I thought the idea was lame at first. Seriously, do people still read blogs nowadays?! Haha. Don't be surprised. There are people who still do and that includes me! I read blogs.

I enjoy venturing into another person's mind ;) You see, it's like a secret passage. It takes you to another world owned or created by someone you know or might have never known before. But that's the best thing about it. You get to walk through secret passage and open the locked door. Although usually you might never get to see clearly what's on the other side of that door. Maybe you would be only able to peep at the world through the keyhole. But! If you're lucky, you will be able to unlock that door and get into the room and discover what's in there. Explore what's flying in the room. And then the best thing is, once you've gotten yourself into that room, you found another door. And if you managed to get through that door, you found another room. And then you found another door in that room! Which will then lead you to another room and then you found another door. Or perhaps a secret staircase ;)

Okay enough with the analogy. You get what I mean. Like I said before, when you write something and you share it with others, you are giving a part of yourself to them. It's akin to telling a story. You are stripping your thoughts naked. But always be careful with what you share though.

Err, I'm gonna stop right there cause I've got something to do now. Moving on, I left the blogging world (haha it sounds too poetic, not?) to give way to my one year course of Foundation in Law. I didn't really have the time to write during that duration of time so I kind of abandoned this blog haha.

But now I think that the idea was probably good. I guess I will update this blog if I ever got bored. I treat this blog as my virtual diary. Cause who still write in diaries these days??? Okay maybe there are people who still do. Obviously. I always think of this blog as a place for where I keep memories so I wouldn't forget them. Basically, it's like I'm writing for myself so I don't forget them. But if people somehow stumble upon this blog, then hey! Welcome to my life ;) I hope this is your safe place to read! Haha.

One last thing before I tell my fingers to stop acting like they're high on adrenaline. I know that this blog is kind of boring, haha. I don't colour my words and everything and that I often don't put pictures like how blogs are somehow stigmatised to be like. So, from now on, I might embellish this blog and share pictures that might just be worth a thousand words, a thousand memories or a thousand whatsoever, I'm out of ideas. And when I write too much for a specific period of time they tend to be gibberish as the writing proceeds XD

So for a start, I'm gonna share with all of you the shots I took on my way to the law school this afternoon =) Have a great day!

You could say that it's a parkland. Yeah I guess so. It's basically located in front of the Foxhill House, the School of Law.

To Give A Part Of Yourself...

Woahhh. I didn't realize just how long I've stopped blogging! I think I started this blog sometime in 2013? In January if I'm not mistaken. Hmm so yeah. Writing is sort of like a therapy for me. It takes my mind of things. It all started with this website. I'm not sure if you've ever heard of it. "fanfiction.net"? You haven't?! Oh come on you've got to be kidding me! Haha. Okay here's the thing.

It's a wonderful website where 'fanfiction' writers post and share their amazing masterpieces! Anyone can be a fanfiction writer =) You just have to make an account (and it's free by the way) which will enable you to post your stories.The best thing about this website is the fact that it's meant to be for fans of various TV shows, movies or books etc to utilize their creativity and imagination and finally turn them into beautifully written stories. Well if I could talk about this, I'm afraid I might not be able to stop. But yeah I love this website. I was always amazed by how some stories on this archive are so good. If you've read a story on the website and kind of fell in love with it, you can subscribe and follow the story and they'll update you when the next chapter is posted by the writer of that particular story. And for the record, I am only reading stories on Pretty Little Liars fanfics at the moment cause I'm insanely obsessed with the show haha. What??? You don't know what PLL is?! Okay, you've got to be kidding me. OMG PLL IS- Okay I'm gonna stop right there cause once again, I'm afraid I might not be able to stop, given the degree of my obsession with this show is infinite. So, I will just talk about this later.

So okay back to right now, after reading some of the very well written stories on that site, I was in awe. Like I still remember how amazed I was after reading those fanfictions. Most of it were fanfictions on High School Musical (I hate to break it to you and never would I ever admit this to anyone in a million years; I was so obsessed with HSM back then, SO OBSESSED that I have no idea why I have no idea of why I was so obsessed with it, though I couldn't fathom the reason, I might just have one answer though: Zac Efron).

I was so amazed. I was so impressed. How did they write these stories? I mean how did that particular writer made me cry by just reading this particular paragraph? And the other totally had me so angry at a character in the story just by the mixed emotions worth of a description he wrote? How did he describe the way a person is looking into another person's eyes so beautifully? That was when I realized it. They played with 'words'.

The right 'words' can be inspiring. The right 'words' can be debilitating. The right 'words' can make you smile... or cry. Words can play with one's emotions in ways you could never imagine. Therefore it is highly auspicious that we know what 'words' to use. And I'm saying this in the sense of how they are usually conveyed through a spectrum of communications . The choice of words we use. The way we put them all together, the way we fabricate and embellish our inner thoughts and finally turn them into verbal or indirect articulation. They are much more important than you thought.

Why? Well, it's simple. Words can mend. But words... can also slice.

Okay so I guess I had jumped right into the 'feels' ocean over there. Haha. The ship has deviated from its original course. Cause the point of it was to tell you why I fell in love with writing. Lol. So moving on, yeah.

I was intrigued by it. I fell in love with the art of writing. The essence of literature enshrined within a piece of paper which was initially nothing but blank. And alas, it turned into something. But the words. The words had somehow make that blank page of paper so precious. Because the art behind it is precious. Valuable. The efforts put behind an amazing piece of writing, the amount of courage and determination it took for the writer to play with their creativity until a rather satisfying level of perfection is accomplished.

I felt it. This strange sense of proximity. Some sort of a connection. I couldn't decipher the sensation at first. But then I found the answers...

To write something is to give a part of yourself to others. To write something is to express things that you can't always verbally express.

And it's gratifying...