Days of Delirium

God knows how desperate I was for a beach retreat. Give me a descent hotel with clean, sandy private beach any day and I wouldn't mind at all. So you can only imagine how ecstatic I was when a fellow UM pal invited me to accompany him to Port Dickson for some work. I leaped into the invitation immediately, nevertheless. We stayed at the one-year old Thistle Resort (previously known as Guoman Resort) and I couldn't be happier. It's sleek modern interior greeted us from the lobby up to the room, overlooking the pool and beach. When you have less than 24 hours to kill, you better make the most of it - and so I did. I have nothing bad to say about this four-star hotel. The staff were friendly, the beach was clean, the food was nice and the room was exquisite. Although I prefer Cherating beaches than all other beaches I had ever been here in Malaysia (Langkawi, Pangkor, Lumut, Batu Ferrighi), Thistle's private beach wasn't that bad after all. I really hope to return here...

..for this Topman top. It was a present given by my fellow intern in Tourism Malaysia on my final day of internship (I told you I got truck-load of presents) and finally I had the chance to wear it. Thanks for the top and most importantly thanks for being a great friend. And yeah, I do love video games :)

A thousand miles away An avatar An emotional fray A lonestar Like a sudden fall Came a call Now the unknown Has touched down Somewhat a while A sudden plan Ten thousand smiles From one single man Teasing, flirt Off the shirt I surrendered He conquered A heart melt A feeling identified So trapped So dignified But he left Dreams crumbled Like a broken shelf I trembled Don't be crazy Don't be feeble You're a goody I'm the devil What's the plan? Is there any? Assuming the man Am I crazy? No pledge No story Over the edge I am crazy Shouldn't dream Not too high Should've read Between the lines Crazy guy Hope so high Wanting star Too afar Dear crazy Let it be Silly baby The joke's on me -Khairizan.Yaacob July 28, 2010 12.21 am

New semester has commenced few weeks back, minus the old, familiar faces of my regular UM bunch. Sadly, the same familiar face of one disgusting, obnoxious, back-stabbing, good-for-nothing, crazy bitch is still lingering around though I talk to her no more. I know, that's some mouthful adjectives for a person but trust me, she fits ALL of them nicely. Thankfully, there are still some good old mates around to keep me company on and off classes, although regretfully I had to admit that I need some other distractions to keep me from feeling lonely (God, I hate that word). By distractions, I mean beautiful, wearable, usable stuff like this bag. Suddenly I had grown tired of the first tier labels (except Hermes and Bottega) and I had my attention on this bag maker called Crumpler. They have a store in KLCC eversince Suria KLCC opened its door in 1997/1998 but I never paid attention to any of its goods - until now. I had my eyes on this multicolored messenger bag and although I know it l...

Miss Yante and I on the luscious sofa of PWTC Though I was counting days for this industrial training to end, it was surprisingly hard to say goodbye when the final day of my placement in Tourism Malaysia comes. I had called the International Marketing Division (Americas/Europe/Oceania) a.k.a AERO as my second home for the past 8 weeks and had bonded so well with fellow colleagues there. We shared inside jokes and other silly stories; not to mention, new ties are formed with other industrial training students such as Asif, Yati, Yante, Hizani and few others with each in different divisions. I must say, I was blessed to be placed in the creme-de-la-creme, most-sought-after division in Tourism Malaysia, under fantastic helm of its director, Datin Normasila Musa. The working environment was awesome, very co-operative and very accommodating colleagues. Working and learning in AERO were total bliss with no air whatsoever. On my last day there, they held a farewell party for me and frankly, ...