Speaking of virtual kisses and sticky notes, flooding of comment pages or forming a clan with its name in the middle (e.g. RaverxOxWICKEDxOxDanceholic), does it in anyway rings a bell? If not, perhaps the snippet below will save all the hassle.

Indeed that’s where it all started around 2004, if I recall it right. Clan after clan grew like wild mushrooms but, amongst all I still remember how honored I was to be in Wicked. Reason being I was interrogated and a need to abide to the rules and regulations before officially being their member. By leaving a comment at one of their gallery, there was a misconception of me being an imposter from an “enemy clan”. Till now, despite some fall-out like any friendship do, a handful of us withstand all odds. My love for the Wickedly Wicked has never descend an inch. This motto translate our traits precisely:

Back in those days, it was our massive weekly meetups for dinner or watching soccer matches. Chillout mainly at our hotspot in Town, Mc Cafe and preoccupied ourselves with camwhoring. Hot gossips were our essential and being eyed by paparazzi is a norm.

This website creates an addictive phenomena maybe not to most but specifically my schoolmates, the ITE Doverites. The library once silence had an outburst of patrons out of sudden. I was one of them to name a few. We spent our break-time mugging around as usual. And, being the only girl in class means I’ve to make do with checking out hot girls online with my classmates. The best part was when stranger know you by your nickname rather your real one and it happen a few times. I'm sure you ever encounter something like:


Like any other, I witnessed love between two souls blossom through Anakmelayu and still going strong. I’ve ever been in that phase too, not many but 3 to be precise. I reminisced how "A" wanted so much for both clan to merged so, we could spend more time. Despite he being younger and being mocked at, I couldn’t care less. It was honeymoon period through but, perhaps fate has been harsh on us. Yet, he’s one of the sweetest thing ever. Good versus bad, I had a taste of the sourness, when I met a long haul of Mr. Wrongs.

That period of time was like a “Rasta Rise Again”. Every Sunday, Hard Rock Café will be my favorite hideout. Joining the long queue and using fake ID as I was barely 18. Being called upon with all kind of familiar faces were totally a star-studded night. And, clubbing scene has never been the same since then. A few from Anakmelayu remains close to my heart and some from acquintance became my blogdears. To mention all the names may be impossible and gonna be endless to say the least but, here are two obvious stories:

I can vividly remember how I knew Yuana for a few hours and we met to find our date a Valentine’s gift. Maybe the girly instinct or our chitchatting like chicken backside made getting along with each other too easy. Sadly to say, our Valentine’s turned out to be way disastrous. We sure have our story that is unforgettable for a lifetime. Right, darling? It has always been pleasurable to have those coincidental bumps. It feels good to know someone like you, remembers me.

My memory seems vague about how our paths met but, Nurul has always been a sweetheart. We just realized it has been nearly 4 years before both of us actually had a proper date (as in just the two of us) which happened just recently. Nevertheless, it has always been frequent blog visit and exchanging of sms-es. We seldom hog on the phone but when we do, it lasted for hours. I strongly believe that our boat is sailing to a same direction, are what drawn us together.

That’s few of the reason I feign ignorance if I was to be called “kental” (lame) for that matter. Different people have their own reason so, to each his own. But, those were the fun-filled and glorious day when lonesome was totally seized from one’s life. I bet, most of you missed that era too as much as I do. Oh c’mon stop lying to yourself~! =)