I have been meaning to blog but nv managed to. And guess what. Well this is something which is rathe BIG!!!! on my list now. I think my hands are still kinda shaking while i type. my bag was half snatched from me , and ironically guess where...... two houses away from my house. Wow how great can things be. But at least that means i still had money to get my ass home before i lost the rest of it. Anyway why i say half snatch is because i threw it on the floor and the pillion rider came down to take it. I guess all the drilling that was given in the media at least gave me instinct to fling my bag away. And most importantly it has thought me to stop and turn to look behind when i hear motorcycles. That i have always kept in mind well at least most of the time whenever i walk alone. Which is often enough.

Anyway so what happened was I alighted the bus on the main road near my house and i walked back home. But i guess today i was having half my mind while the other half was thinking. I tend to carry my bag on the inside away from the road but i did not do that today. But then again i dont know what would have happen otherwise anyway. They might or might not have stopped me. So no use on dwelling on that. Anyway as i was about to reach my house about two houses away actually i heard a motorcycle sound and i turned around to look. Usually it would be just me being extra cautious. But this time around i was rather shocked to see the motorcycle coming towards me. At that time i alr guessed that he wanted my bag. And actually i was extremely afraid for my safety so what went through my mind was " hmmmmm get the bag away from myself. hmmmm should i hand them the bag. Abit the stupid rite u just give to them. Then throw it away." So i threw it on the floor. I had hoped they would have went off instead, but one fella got off and actually went for the bag. I kind of walked towards my bag but he held a hand up. I didnt know if he wanted to push me away or was he holding a knife. So i backed away. But i was too dumbstrucked alr. Cause i should have at least taken their number plate. And as my grand mother was asking, why didn't i throw it in the drain. That was kinda funny actually . But then again with all this stabbing incident i guess it would have been better they took the bag.

As bad as this might sound especially to foriengners, it seems snatch theft has become some sort of norm in a malaysian or rather kl ites woman's awareness list. It just gives malaysia so much more a bad image. But the problem might not even be becoz of malaysian citizen but illegal foreign workers.

And there isnt really much remedy to it in a sense of us being young working or studying women. Parents can use this to tell their daughter, see this is why we dont let u out. But where is the logic when one day they have to work and be independant. I don't see a way out if u ask me. You can't always have people following u around or lock yourslf at home . And precautions are only that much useful.

i actually find the quote" the living are more frightening than the dead" very true indeed.

ah well. we will see where life takes us then.

Ya like what it is said on the title. Anyway went to this dance world pot luck party thingy.

Was trying to get someone to go with me. But then everyone wasnt available.

So as with the spirit of trying out everything anyway i went alone. Did still have some ppl fr my class with me. But then still not on a very similar wave length with them.

Anyway was an interesting experience although i wish i had been less chicken about interacting with ppl. And the demos were really wow. Made me feel like joining rhumba or latin dancing. but oh well $$$ is the issue. i need a job damn it. Someone offer me something.

Anyway, was rather surprise to see a certain someone who is related to the topic above. And ya so i used to like him quite some time ago. So how does it feel? hmmmmm........... well a pang of nostalgia. Sweet guy he is. Nothing really happened between us before this but well it is an odd feeling. One that hasnt been visited for a long time. And so the story shall continue soon. coz i am tired now

Anywayz, crazy feelings....... was just wondering how many ex-crushes will pack a punch when i meet them again in the future. But i was thinking maybe its just the pang of nostalgia of meeting someone which used to be part of my past.

Its actually really crazy coz i used to "know" so many ppl back then ( okay maybe it might not be alot in other ppl's standards, but to me it feels like alot). And by "know" i include hang out frens, talk frens, acquintances and even hi, bye frens or those that i just know who they are becoz they were rather known among everyone( mainly due to the things that they did). And bumping into them and then getting to know that they have changed so much just seems to be mind numbing some how. Especially since i am still studying and for those my senior, they would alr have been working for at least a yr or 2 now. The whole mentality and lifestyle is so different. Not to mention those who used to be the school's misfits now being all responsible and matured. Its not that it is surprising, its just rather awe strucking to know that life can do this. Which brings me to the fact that sometimes a few hard knocks in life can really bring some perspective into view. Not to say that those who all along were on th rite path aren't in perspective of life, just a different kind.

Well can't wait to see what life has in store for me. But i think i am starting to over-think again. cest la vie. And hope this semester and year will be a better one for me. I need to keep things in perspective too. And at the same time think of how i can earn some $$ for my dancing passion But no doubt, most importantly study has to take center stage.