Sunday, December 21, 2008

The Aftermath


Holidays are over.

Back in hellhole.

Not happy.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008


Coming soon


Thursday, November 27, 2008

Lady and the Tramp

"..oh, this is the night, it's a beautiful night,
and we call it bella notte
look at the skies, they have stars in their eyes,
on this lovely bella notte.."

Dear lonely isle,

Lately I've been addicted to:


I think today was the what? Third? Fourth? time I watched the show.
The Tramp has got to be one of the best male protagonists, he's sooo charming XD
Yes. I know he's a dog.
But his character was voiced by a very smooth-talking human :)

It's possibly one of the most romantic films ever *swoons*
But then again, all Disney oldies are so great :)
The songs gives me goosebumps, and make me go awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww inside

Maybe I should start downloading all my other favourites from childhood...

Incidentally...the scene I remember most vividly, was not the scene depicted above,
but the scene when Lady dips her doughnut in coffee before eating it >.>
and Lady with the pink ball.

In Oliver and Company (google it if you're clueless), the most remembered scenes were:
1. Georgette waking up
2. Oliver eating out of Georgette's bowl

It brain likes to selectively remember food scenes (O.o)

For some reason, the set up of the characters remind me of Titanic O.O
Maybe cos its the only other show I watched with a higher-born girl with a poor bloke.

Except that this is nicer :)
Much nicer.
(Ann Gee may beg to differ. I know she spent a lot of money watching Titanic in the cinema)

Happily getting my daily sugar fix watching this movie :D

We need more Disney oldies..
I need more Disney oldies.

Love, Joyce.

PS: When Googling Bella Notte lyrics I found out that Britney Spears re-sang the song? Don't want to download it...I hope she did not ruin it...


Monday, November 17, 2008

Me and roomie have too many electrical appliances

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Sinful Saturday

Dear lonely isle,

Did I mention I like Daiso?

Spoils from Daiso:

Lunchbox set!
Each item at rm5 of course ;)

So pretty, yeah?
Picked and choose to match the colours
Squatted at the lunchbox section till I couldn't get up >.>
Must pick a nice one ma...

2-tiered lunch box!
Okay, so maybe its not very big,
but then again I'm hardly a big eater.
And its rm5!
Hard to say no to >.<
Okay, so maybe rm5 is too much for a pair of chopsticks...
But at least they're pretty :)

Pack everything in..

And we're good to go :)
So chubee right?

rm5 photoframe!
For the fansu picture :)
This one is going home with me, some nice memories from Sabah.
I was too lazy to screw on the stand so it can stand upright on its own, hence the small hole.

Did I mention I like Daiso?

Cute stuff XD
Elianto eyeshadow.
I'm so in love with the containers.
Why I have 5 colours is a looooong story.

I like pink

MAJOR SPOIL of the day....
I'm ashamed to say this.

MNG incident reoccurred...
See here in case you didn't know what happened.

This time, Joyce stepped into Levi's.
I seriously need to stop going to One Borneo.
That place is godsend and also big-fat-wads-of-money-flying-away-from-Joyce trap.
Have to eat rice water (translation: very diluted porridge) for the next 2 months.

Ignore the pose. We all know I can't pose to save my life.
I can't pose to save Ziggy's life either.
And that's saying something.

Focus on the pants.

So in love right now.

No worries, god is fair. Getting punished as we speak.
Suffering from sore throat.

Gonna go and sleep now,


Love, Joyce.

Freedom Lied

Dear lonely isle,

Freedom came for me at last, on a sad, blustery, Monday afternoon not four days ago, when the wind blew dust into my face as I departed from the examination hall with all hopes of a good result this semester crushed.

Freedom dallied for awhile, when I spent my Tuesday after getting forms approved for my internship.

And just as swiftly as freedom came, freedom left.

On. Wednesday.

When. I. Stepped. Back. Into. The. Dreaded. Laboratory.

The. One. I. Swore. I. Would. Not. Go. To. Within. A. Hundred. Feet. From. Until. Next. Week. Rolls. By.

Okay I need to stop typing like that.

Sigh. The dreaded long days in the lab are back, like the sour turn of the after-holidays when you realize that work starts on Monday, and that Monday is less than 2 hours away. Only that, in my case, there was no holiday for there to be an after-holiday.

I return home each day thinking that I should really not stick Salonpas on myself as 10 pieces is clearly not enough. As a matter of fact, I ache in so many places its hard to find a place that does not ache. And you would think...what exactly DOES she do in the lab? Core workouts? the weary student that spends too much time on her bum studying only to find out that the person up there doesn't like her that much and so on thus henceforth killed her dreams in paper #4, she finds herself unable to adjust to the mere standing of the whole day.

I don't know how you can get headaches from standing the whole day, but somehow it happens to me >.>

And to think all I could think of when I toiled during late nights and early mornings were..


And what happened was this.
The disappointment felt is just beyond my range of emotions to feel.

Somehow the harsh realities of life are just what they are-harsh.

Proposal presentation on the 24th...Will die soon.

Love, Joyce.


Okayyy Shima...but only because you said those nice things about me ;P

Eh hem...for the record...I don't like tags. So if you get tagged, I give you permission to ignore it if it suits you. Aren't I so nice?

No rules for this one. Just answer the questions.

1. Do you think you're hot?

Usually, no. Unless its 40 degrees out and Sabah Electricity decides to be real funny that day. Oh? You mean the unsweaty kind of hot? Seriously-no. Actually, that depends on how thin I feel in the morning, and whether I have my period, or how much I ate for dinner, and where the needle stops when I step on the weighing scale. Hotness is the weather.

2. Upload your favourite picture of you.

3. Why do you like that picture?

It's one of the happiest moments in my life.

4. When was the last time you ate pizza?

On my birthday :) Luna Rossa, courtesy of Yasmin XD
(Damn good pizza it was too.)

5. The last song you listened to?

Gotta Be Somebody by Nickelback. Looping on my ipod :P

6. What are you doing now besides this?

Waiting for money to arrive at my door, and for my baby to wake up. The former has a higher probability of happening sooner.

7. What name would you prefer besides yours?

The last time I wanted another name was when I was...probably about 8.

People to tag:

1. Terence
2. Cheryl
3. Beatrix

(erm, who else does tags? Tristan is taking SPM...I know Ann Gee doesn't do them.)

4. Sooks
5. Wilson/Christine

8. Who is number one?

My brother. Am I supposed to say any more?

9. Number 3 is having a relationship with?

Am I allowed to tell? O.o

10. Say something about number five.

Okay, maybe putting two names was a mistake...they're both fun, very nice people I love to hang out with :)

11. How about number four?

She's just recently graduated *jealouses*

12. Who is number two?

My twin sister :) before I was 12.


Saturday, November 01, 2008




~Time to decide if I want a dignified death or be something unpleasant left on the carpet~

Choose, girl. Choose.

Suicidal People Aren't Supposed To Shop


Supposed to take my friend to refill her printer ink yesterday,
but what happened was while she refilled, Joyce went to buy shoes >.>

Correction: Joyce found a pair of shoes she liked :)
Which is not easy okay...

Considering that this is Sabah and the Vinci here is like having ugly shoe season or something.
Oh its a phase all around KK at this present time and moment,
of course, just when I decided to get myself a pair of new shoes.

The realllllllllly nice ones were just waaaaaaaay off my budget,
so just settling on something economical that
I can wear for both formal occasions to class and also for casual outings.

I think these are pretty nice :)

Whatever if you don't like it *blueks*

I'm the one wearing them.

Actually I've never tried shoes with those rubber-band-like-scrunched-up-look.
Always thought they looked funny.

Surprisingly though, they look okay when worn, and are comfy too.
The rubber-band-like-scrunched-up part makes the shoe flexible, which accounts for the comfy-ness.

The last pair of shoes I tried that was for sale at rm30 were so hard I could not stand properly.

And when it comes to uni life and walking walking walking, comfy-ness is important!

So yes, this buy was so totally justified!
My pink shoes with lace at the front from SuiSui is like disintegrating...
The lace is falling to pieces, and when it rains I feel water on the insides >.<
Quite icky, it can be...

But I really did like those shoes...

Maybe its time for it to die a quiet and peaceful death...

Anyways, this is supposed to be quick, hence the lazy picture taking and posting.

I'm off to die starting Monday!
Bye bye.
It was nice knowing you.

Love, Joyce.

Monday, October 27, 2008


" you ever think when you're all alone,
all that we could be, where this thing could go?
am I crazy or falling in love,
is it really just another crush?.."

Dear lonely isle,

Today I close a chapter of a part of my life. Finally.
The memory is an old one, but its one that I haven't been able to let go. Until now.

Pages so dry and dusty, you'd hardly think they'd bring so much warmth when you return to the bookmark you left there all this while. The bookmark you kept returning to every now and then.

The spidery writing has all but faded, but still the words mean so much. Somehow.

And yet somehow, because you've found the missing portion of the ending, it doesn't matter so much anymore. Because there's no more mystery to uncover.

And yet, somehow, because it's finally complete, it means even more than it did before, because you now know how it ends.

It was not the ending you had hoped for, but it was an ending you could not hate.

Like a detective on an unsolved case for decades, you find it hard to let go, and yet at the same time, easier than you had imagined it to be. It's a bittersweet feeling of nostalgia, melancholy, and respite. It tugs at your heartstrings, yet it feels good.

Like a sick man finally dying, you find release at the end of prolonged death, and you quite don't know whether the tears you shed are of sadness, happiness or just pure relief.

As you take one last look at the story you could not finish on your own, you can't help but to smile, that your one last question was answered, even though it was not the answer you expected nor hoped for.

That the hero came back, and he filled in the words in the empty blanks. And gave you closure.

Thank you for what you did tonight. I can't even begin to tell you how much it means to me.

The piece of ribbon that marked the page was finally removed, no longer needed to guard the page it was entrusted. There was no need for a reminder anymore, when an indentation still remains, like the happy memories you keep.

It's just nice to know, something special happened.

love, Joyce.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

You've Got Mail

Sometimes, life even delivers you love.

Right to your mailbox.

Thank you, Mr. Postman.

And to you, you lovable, lovable boy,
you have impeccable timing.

I love you.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Change of Heart

"..who knows what miracles
you can achieve when you believe.."

Dear lonely isle,

Sometimes life throws you curve balls.
So you learn to dodge them.

Sometimes, life is generous and throws you sweets.
So pucker up and suckle the honey.

Sometimes, life feels magnanimous, and offers you choices.
So you follow your instincts and pick the wrong one.

Sometimes, no matter what life does to you, life can never go wrong,
so as long as you always think right.

I've never felt that I made a wrong decision. Ever. Because I always believe the decisions I make are right.

Someone once told me that. I'm still pondering if its true. But I'm starting to believe it is.
The only time you've ever made a mistake, was when you started to doubt yourself.

If you think you can, you usually and almost definitely can.

I've heard that one more times than I can remember. And it really is true.
If you believe you can move worlds and make a difference, you usually can.

Behold the power of the mind. What is life but mind over matter?
What is living but a series of cumulative experiences to fuel the soul?

Maybe that's why winners will always be winners. Because they've never felt like they lost.

Everywhere we turn, positivity and self-help books are multiplying like a bad case of bacteria in the gut. Somehow, changing the way you think, changes everything.

Its the way you perceive, that makes all the difference.

Or does it?

What if life always deals you bad cards, like a rigged poker game NOT in your favour?

When you've always been looking down, it's quite hard to look up, because your neck's gone stiff.
And besides, take your eyes off of your feet for just one moment and you get your steps tangled up.
And then suddenly the ground comes up to meet you.

It's quite hard to see anything else when you're lying face down in mud.

Sometimes, when you've tripped over your left foot one too many times, you'd want to stay down.
And just be left alone.

But what is life if we don't fall down? The wise Alfred once said, why do we fall down, Master Bruce?

So that we learn to pick ourselves up again. And again. And again.
And somehow in the midst of the repetitiveness we learn that we will always keep falling down.
And that we will always be able to get back up. Because once you get over the scrapped knees and bruises, its not so hard after all.

It's unbreakable, the human spirit. The wanting to reach out, break free, touch the heavens, steal fire-it's human nature.

Just like curiosity is man's curse, trying is man's blessing.

I'm so glad I kept trying.
Giving up is not something I've had the courage to do.

Today is a good day.
Maybe there are still rewards for the faithful in this world.

love, Joyce.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Black Heart

"and I began to believe,
that the consequences of your actions really are just a game,
that your life is just a chain reaction taking you day by day.."

Dear lonely isle,

There are some days you retreat into the shell that is yourself and try to hide inside the tiny hole in the wall.
There are some days the world feels so unpleasant you wish you didn't grow up.

Virtues that we learn through bedtime stories, values we see in our parents, all the things you were taught when you were a lot shorter and a lot happier, you keep in your heart. Like well-wishes to keep you going, prayers to keep you safe, principles to see you through in life.

But as you adapt to the gray, smoky air which is our world, you wonder how you could have ever thought the sky was blue. Like obsolete computers and Nintendo games consoles from the past, you find the treasures in your heart have long been cast aside by society. Virtues you keep and uphold have no place in the world.

Because there is no such thing as truth or justice or mercy in the world. You can grind the world into the finest dust and examine every atom, but you will not find a grain of truth, or an ounce of justice.

They are lies we tell ourselves, and later on, to our children, with the hope that they will grow up into the kind of world and the kind of person we wished was and that we could be. We sometimes try, stubbornly, to stand against the corrupt of society, like a rock stands against the beating waves on the shore. And like the rocks we find ourselves slowly eroding with time, until we are nothing more than pebbles on the beach.

Maybe that's why we love heroes, because they represent everything we wished we were, and that virtues are not just myths of the generations past. The people who're bigger than they are, with a heart for everyone else. But there are no heroes in the world. Not the perfect ones we hope for, anyway. There is no Hercules to fight the three-headed demons of our time, and like the myth we know so well, chopping off one head just brings to life another. There is no end to vice, corruption and the stinking, repugnant, contamination of the earth known as mankind and society.

There are no rewards for the soul who lives by virtues, because there are no consequences for those who don't. There is no redemption at the end of the journey, or salvation at the end of life. Despite what faith may tell us to believe, sometimes you can't help but to know better.

And like the bitter person you are, you can't help but to feel foolish at the notion of trying your best, because the only person it matters to, is yourself. The world works on a different system that what we believe, where the only winners are those who dare to take all, and those who start running before the whistle blows. There are no rules in the world, save for the ones you make yourself. And who's to say you're better off living by them, than those who break and bend all the ones they come across?

The world is one rotten oyster indeed.

And I can't help but to feel frustrated opening it, even though I noticed the smell.

Tomorrow is another day I find so hard to get through.

love, Joyce.

Monday, October 06, 2008

Love Story

We were both young when I first saw you
I closed my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there
on a balcony in summer air

see the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
and say hello
little did I know

that you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
and my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
and I was crying on the staircase
begging you, please don't go

and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
you'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
it's a love story
baby, just say yes.

So, I sneak out to the garden to see you
we keep quiet cause we're dead if they knew
so close your eyes
escape this town for a little while

cause you were Romeo, I was the scarlet letter
and my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
but you were everything to me
I was begging you, please don't go

and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
you'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
it's a love story
baby, just say yes,

Romeo, save me
they're trying to tell me how to feel
this love is difficult, but it's real
don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess
it's a love story
baby, just say yes.

I got tired of waiting
wondering if you were ever coming around
my faith in you is fading
when I met you on the outskirts of town

and I said

Romeo, save me
I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you, but you never come
is this in my head
I don't know what to think.
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

and said

Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad
go pick out a white dress
it's a love story
baby, just say yes.

'Cause we were both young when I first saw you..

Love Story
Taylor Swift

I just love happy endings :)
Songs with happy endings make me happy.

It's 5.30am and I'm a bit nuts right now.
I'm going to watch the sunrise :)
(Not voluntarily of course...)
And I'll probably miss it, because I keep staring at the computer.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Midnight Thoughts

Dear lonely isle,

I want to wake up to sunrises, and fall asleep watching sunsets.
I want to wake up with him by my side, and fall asleep holding his hand.
I want to wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and fall asleep after a full dinner.
I want to wake up feeling like I rested, and fall asleep after a fulfilling day.
I want to wake up with a mind like bright sunlight, and fall asleep thinking of the stars.
I want to wake up with a sole purpose for the day, and fall asleep knowing it is done.
I want to wake up with a smile, and fall asleep seeing his.

I want to go home.

But some wishes are too far away, and will remain desires.
For now.

But some hopes are too far off, and will remain dreams.
Nothing more.

But all are longings deep within the heart, a hunger that cannot be satiated.
A wish that cannot be granted.
A hope that cannot come true.

But you can't always have what you want.

As I miss sunrises and sunsets in my days, I wonder what is the purpose of a window;
I hardly look outside anymore.

The days come and go like shadows, creeping in dark corners like things that shy from the sun, unnoticed. Time feels insubstantial, save for the rhythm of heartbeat, a reminder of the sands that pass from present into past. Still, everything remains motionless, like the gray portraits of ancestors, choke-filled with dust and stitched with cobwebs. Still, the pile of labour to be toiled refuses to lessen, yet the marching of the days cease to stop.

I think, I'm pretty sick of my life.
Right now.

But enough's enough, ain't it?
It's time to stop whining.

The work isn't going to get itself done and hand itself in.

Just wish my leg could detach and kick my ass.

Love, Joyce.

Friday, October 03, 2008


"..My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
got out of bed at all.
The morning raincloud's up my window,
and I can't see at all.
Even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me,
that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad.."

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Light Troubles

Dear lonely isle,

Damn I so got to get one of this.
You plug it into your computer.
Press the button in the center, wala~ and then he said 'Let there be light'.

Looks so cute right? I thought it was a mouse at first.

With the light switched on. But you can hardly see it right?
Hold on, let me get the lights.

Hehe, kinda okay right? :P

Very useful especially for people like me that wake up in the middle of the night to do work. Ever since roomie's table lamp broke down we've been searching for a replacement. You see, we've become pretty dependent on the damn thing. Now, its absence aggravates both of us.

When I stay up to do my work, I need the lights. Roomie who sleeps early has trouble sleeping with the light on. When I finally get into bed, roomie who wakes up at the crack of dawn (sometimes before) switches on the light to do work, which wakes me up >.>

So, while we're still looking for another, I guess the borrowed lamp from Bee Bee will have to do :(

We still haven't found a new one yet, because anything with warranty is too expensive, while anything cheap enough doesn't come with warranty. Which is not a good idea, because roomie's old table lamp which did not come with warranty, died in a month and a half.

I hope Bee Bee doesn't want her lamp back anytime soon >.>

Love, Joyce.

Friday, September 26, 2008


Dear lonely isle,

Oh NO! Joyce went on a splurge today T__________________T
Some splurge it was too, since she only bought 2 items of clothing >.>
But still she is guilty of the highest degree T___________________T

For buying what she wants, and not what she needs....

What did she buy?

First up, PDI jeans at 50% off!
It's hard to resist the BIG five O,
possibly about the ONLY five O that women are excited about >.>

After they trimmed off the ends to accommodate my short, stubby legs.

Yes la, some of us are born short okay.

Oh? No no, this is not sinful at all. Jeans at 50% off are a good buy :)

So where was the damage?

Precisely here, my dear.

It's so not worth the price tag it was attached to, but I really like it.

Really, really like it.

Liked it so much I gave up pining for it and decided to eat bread for two months instead.


It sure as hell doesn't look like much, but it was everything I was looking for.

Somehow other many many similar looking jackets just weren't right.
They weren't thick enough.
Or long enough.
Or had the right cutting.
Or were the right colour.
Or had too complicated design.
Or were too simple.

Somehow, this was just right.
Only the price tag was not right...

But that was soon remedied.

The lovelies :)

Obviously I am guilty of compulsive, impulsive and totally uncalled-for shopping.
A bit of decorum and solemn-ness is required,
at least to atone for the sins of needless parting with money today.

(But secretly, in her heart of hearts..)

(Very, very secretly...of course.)


Never again.

(I hope.)


love, Joyce.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Happy Things

~My new beloveds~

ipod nano in red

My pretty pretty ipod :)

My pretty wearing a black jacket.
I want to get a leather cover though.

Gecko on my ipod

Somehow the silicone jacket seems to attract a lot of dust

Colour pens!

Me like :)

Rainbow colours are so pretty

Don't you think so?

Testing them out
Yes I know I have no imagination. Don't laugh.

But the colours look so nice on paper :)

Finally! My collection is complete :D

The elusive Eric, finally *hugs book*

Pretty pink notebook

Which I think I will end up keeping to collect dust >.<

When people give me pretty notebooks or paper, I have a habit of just keeping them.
Too nice to use >.>

New hard disk
(Laptop saver)

Hmm, baby you like to give me red things, huh?

Why I need a new bed

The family is growing

Littlest bed mates

Thank you baby
I really love them all :)

Friday, September 19, 2008

When I opened the box, the first thing I thought of was..

Wish you were here.