It's Staring You In the Face

I Don’t Have Time To Grow Mushrooms (and a pile of coins)

2008-05-28T21:59:00.001+08:00

First and foremost, I’d like to redress the one sen issue. (The least I could do was to to make my opinion about it known)

I did not even write the article that was what the photo was for. I don’t even own a pile of one sens, I only have a few in my wallet-purse (which is normal for most people). In fact, my latest face is one of Chan-el. Don’t believe me? I even got to write, ‘So-and-so-publication-and-desk reporter [insert this blog writer’s full name]...’ That’s a mark of me giving my opinion and THAT is something I am damned proud of because I actually could write my two pennies worth which is not to be taken lightly in a newspaper whose purpose is to publish facts. My experience became a fact. Hah! [This post was written to be published sometime in March because I now sport a different ‘face’ ^^;]

Now, on to mushrooms. They make for a nice ingredient in fried rice, steamboats and Italian menu under appetizers. I have (or had) some growing in my bathroom at my rented apartment bathroom that I share with UncS. Since they scatter orange seedlings, I am going to assume they are not safe for consumption and could be poisonous.

We’re not, dirty people, per se but we both have not been around the apartment for a week or so. Anyhow, ALee told me that these things grow in one or two days. Perfectly understandable if the two of us went home for the weekend and poof! - mushrooms!

I really don’t have time to grow fungus, no matter how it might suit my personality of being a lazy bum whenever I can help it and to demonstrate it I’m going to be productive with my time. I’ll actually post this!

Meme 1 & 2.

2008-04-11T23:52:00.006+08:00

MEME 1

1. Does the last person you held hands with mean anything to you?

Yes, I cannot live without that person. Seriously.

2. Do you think you're old?
No, until the day I can walk into restaurants in hotels and eat buffets at half price I am NOT old.

3. Are you afraid of the dark?

No, because I’m very, very bright.

4. Do you like your life at the moment?
Hell yes. If I didn’t like it I’d take immediate remedial steps. What’s the point of living a life I don’t like?

5. Ever talked to someone that was drunk?

*sniffle, sniffle* Li was going on and on and then while I was giggling she said some scary things and I never want to mess with drunk people ever again *breaks down and cries*

6. How tall is the person you like?

165cm.

7. Have you ever lost a friend?

Yes, I have. To idiocy.

8. Did you have a dream last night?

Hmmm, nop.

9. Have you ever crawled through a window?

I would if I ever had a reason to. There is this thing called a door after all…

10. What song are you listening to now?

潘越云 - 痴情不是一种罪过 (Pan Yue Yun – Unreasonable Passion is not a Kind of Crime) Well, I hope I translated that okay? It’s a song from the Plum Flower Saga Trilogy.

11. How often do you talk on the phone?

Pretty often and mostly because of assignments nowadays.

12. How happy do you think you are?

I don’t think, I believe that I am 79% happy right at this moment because I’ve been fed, had entertainment and am catching up on my anime.

13. Are you in a complicated relationship?

My relationships are usually crystal clear. The details however may be fuzzy.

14. Are you currently frustrated with a boy/girl?

Nop.

15. What did you do last night?

Sleep. Oh, wait. Before that I watched a few eps of Ghost Hound, then continued reading ‘A Dream of Red Mansions’ which I am about to finish for the sixth time or something and then I slept.

16. Name one thing that you can't live without.

Shouldn’t this question be number 2? For preparing a safe dust-free haven for me, my mother and my ATM and guide around KL father.

17. Have you made a prank phone call?

Do I look that bored to you. (Actually, yes. I’m doing a meme for God’s sake)

18. Currently wanting anything?

Yes! I want a new pair of slippers. My old pair sports a broken strap since last week and I’ve been clomping around in heels everyday, all day long.

19. When was the last time you cried?

This morning. The poor poor boy on the television screen just killed two ppl in a horrible accident. How sad. Boo hoo hoo. (Idiot boy)

20. Do you like your hair?

It would be nicer if it were wavy. But I do like my hair, I can get away without combing it in the morning unlike my brother.

21. Relationships or one night stands?

Who’s the other person in question?

22. Last person you text messaged?

P, I think.

23. Have you talked to the boy you like today?

Are you suggesting I’m a paedophile?

24. Are you married?

Yes. My husband’s name is Fujitsu S-Series.

25. Want to get married?

I already am nutcase. Read the above.

26. Last time you hugged someone?

Not too long ago...

27. Favourite month?

December

28. What is on your mind?
Questionnaires should be more fun.

Meme 2

1. Who is your all-time inspiration?
My laptop speakers.

2. Have you given your first kiss away?
Nop! I say this believing the line ‘Giving is not the same as taking’. Well, mind over matter.

3. If you were to be ~~stranded~~ on a deserted island, who are the 3 ~~blog buddies~~ you would take with you? Why?
I’ll take Ian ‘Betul’ because he’s definitely good company. Next on my list would be Jovian M because he looks like he would like swimming and that obviously means clothes off and that would be oh-so-what-I-hoped-for-when-I-thought-of-taking-him-to-this-deserted-island. Third is the captain of the yacht who just happens to be a trained 4 Michelin star chef. He’ll be driving the boat and preparing the meals out of all the good things he’ll find on the island…or just take from the well-stocked pantry on the yacht *shrug*. As long as meals are served on time.

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?
Right now, it’ll have to be Lake Garden. I miss that place.

5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?
It would have to be the one in which I could fly and the reason why I can keep this ability is because I have to work with an international detective/intelligence agency. In the first part, I was on a mission to topple a lusty escort organisation…very nice. The second part I was trying to escape from another supernatural who, because he hasn’t been grounded like me, has been left to totally run wild and thus is obviously rather more ‘keng’ than me. It was so exciting and fun!

6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?
No. I’m too busy looking at the ground and trying to avoid puddles.

7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?
Panda One. Please, return to me. I cannot lose you. I’m already on Panda Three and it really really hurts to think that I may never get you back.

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
I’d go collect the cheque/cash and bank in into my account, first and foremost.

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
Not a chance.

10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.
(Whoever made this meme questionnaire is a narcissist.) She’s a newly out of the closet girly-girl (remember, it takes courage to come out of closets), a closet ‘siu jie’ (makes for a very interesting denial-type conversations and also horrifyingly funny actions) and is good with dogs (thus, I can make my escape while she stands there and goes “Ooh! Nice dog! Nice d…..!!!! OMFG! IT BIT ME!!!”) .

11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?
That it mirrors the first half at least 99%. Can you imagine if I had dark skin on my right and light on my left, blue right eye brown left eye…

12. Which type of person do you hate the most?
People with zero personality or worse, a very fake almost copied personality. They seem to get it straight from television screens.

13. What is your ambition?
Nothing big, I just want world domination.

14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?
The middle road. Be subtle when pointing out. I’m not stupid.

15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?
My parents. Next to that will be my electronic data.

16. Are you a shopaholic or not?
Nyon!

17. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you.
Closet

18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?
My laziness. I swear if I could work up the willpower to be more active in every aspect of my life I think the quality of my life would be better.

19. What’s the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?
My grandmother didn’t buy anything for my brother when she went Japan in February.

20. What is the best thing you wish to happen?
That my mother would be cured of all those blasted illness and thus she would be more cheerful all the time instead of random times and thus my life in general would be that much peachier because she’ll be in a shopping mood all day long, all year round.

Tag, tag, tag.

Flushed Away

2008-03-17T18:10:00.002+08:00

My mornings (when I’m working) are usually similar to one another.

I wake up at about 8.15 while trying to ignore the fact that my alarm has already went off because I always believe in stealing a few extra minutes of sleep. Then it’s some quality eye-rubbing time before I pick up my toothbrush and squeeze some of that delicious toothpaste on it.

Unlocking my side of the bathroom door and stepping into the small tiled bathroom I share with HS, the first thing I do is look around with bleary eyes at the bright morning sun and the pristine, squeaky, just-cleaned...holy COW (or rat).

I saw another pair of bleary eyes staring back at me from inside the toilet bowl. It was bedraggled, dark grey and (quite cute actually) with its front paws resting on the walls of the bowl as high as it could reach standing on it’s hind legs. Half of its body was in the water and the other, obviously trying in vain to scrabble up the smooth sides of the porcelain bowl.

I lifted my eyebrows at it and proceeded to calmly walk back into my room and close the bathroom door. Walking over to HS’s room using the hall outside, I knocked and told him, “The rat that you said you heard walking about on the whatchamacallits outside has fallen from grace and landed in our toilet bowl.”

Oh, goody (or bloody, whichever you see it to be).

Well, good old HS tries to get rid of our pest. I suggested picking it up and disposing of it (okay, I’ll admit it. my actual suggestion was give it to the kitties outside the apartment).

Before you know it, the idiotic creature burrows DEEPER into the water and disappears (into the S-tube where else?).

I’m at a lost and so is HS. Quite frankly, I’ve only dealt with cockroaches, squirrels, a snake (or rather heard of it being dealt with in my old rented house) and lizards. Rats present a whole new horizon to me.

“Let’s flush it.”

It was, after all, the size of two fat pieces of durians stuck together in its pod. It’s probably malleable too. If it’s lucky, it might be the next assistant chief chef at ‘Batu Keras’ Cafe in the next couple of weeks.

It's Like a Game except It's More Real

2008-02-29T13:37:00.003+08:00

The sun was blood red, dying, and cast a dull rusty light on the dreary realm. There was nothing left in this accursed land but dust, rock and dried-up vegetation. The sky was overcast with clouds and was a dull red colour from the cold sun that shone above it. It never rained here in this barren rocky land.

We were running for the last time through this land we’d not miss, finally free of the fortress of the demon lord. Our mission had gone well.

Suddenly my vision is assailed by unbidden images and I am forced to stop.

My left eye no longer saw the open of scraggly grass in random patches or my friend running slightly ahead of me, pale blond hair free of restraints. I now saw the back of the demon lord himself, in his tower, leaning over a basin, intent on his map-seeker.

The right half of my vision is filled by what the map-seeker was showing. I immediately see a bird’s eye view of the red realm. I felt like my right eye was looking over the demon lord’s shoulder.

The land is dotted with the monsters and hells of the realm, some as large as a hill and others merely the size of house pets. The creatures are of a solitary nature and thus, are spread out. As with all superior map-seekers, each was labelled carefully with name, rank and duty as if monitored by an invisible being.

Intruders!

The demon was looking for us. His map-seeker moved at a fast but steady pace as it lapped up the miles and came closer and closer to where we were.

We could not be seen. I was confident of this. I believed in my partner’s capability as she in mine. We would succeed.

His lieutenant hails him. The map-seeker pauses and zooms in on the monster who was not far from us. My heart skipped a beat.

The demon lord seems to be listening to a report. Then his map-seeker starts moving slowly in the easterly direction. It passes over us.

Movement from the image seen in my left eye draws me away from the map-seeker. The hulking, shadowy figure bent over the basin was now straightening up and turning slowly.

My vision has never been this sharp. I almost expect him to see my image as well, in the tower with him, standing not too far.

He said something before fully turning.

The vision breaks and I am thrown back into reality.

There are a lot of large-sized rockeries around the small field of dried weed we were standing in. The weed came up to my thigh.

I stood frozen for in front of me, as if conjured by my left eye, was the humanoid dragon-featured demon lord, now fully facing us. The great horn on his forehead, which had killed too many to count, was covered in dried blood and bits of gore.

It was too surreal. I felt despair. I watched as if frozen, as if it were happening to someone else.

My partner, a little to my left and ahead, answered back.

An intense silence followed this. Then, from among the weeds, not ten paces in front of my own booted feet, another me stood up. It was a male warrior form of myself, too real to be fake yet was a fake.

Before I knew it, the warrior crumpled to the ground. Dead in the resounding echoes of the crack of a whip. Screams from my partner filled the air but no one had seen me. I had an inkling why when the blond-haired woman gave me a sideways glance even as she threw herself over the dead body.

~*~

The council met in an underground stronghold, in a cold chamber, darkened everywhere except the centre where it was lit brilliantly in dazzling whites and electric blues.

There were nine of them, sitting in a loose circle around the evolving holo-screen. The screen is constantly flickering, changing and displaying new information but to anyone else not sitting within the circle, it remains fuzzy no matter how hard they stare.

One of the council members, an gigantic radish-like creature with many legs, announced that his wife was arriving. This does not perturb the others, thus I take it as a common occurrence.

They now summon me and I step closer to the circle, stopping just beyond the light’s edge. Random screens start popping in front of my eyes. Graphs, maps, lists of all kinds stack themselves up one atop the other, making it very hard to look at any of the council members. It was enough to give anyone a headache as the information kept coming in and it only increased when I tried to look up.

They sent me out.

In the corridor outside, I stop. My eyesight had turned fuzzy.

I walk down the short corridor, built in the ultra-modern style. It was completely silent and a small arch stood at the end, beyond which I could see a dark stairway coming down. I stop some way from the arch because I felt something to my left and right.

The sound of glass breaking on both sides of me was my only warning before the entire corridor was filled with strange never before seen creatures that fought fiercely with one another as if reenacting some ancient battle.

I knew failure then as I then only noticed a fat white blob in the corner of the corridor next to the arch. It was reminisce of an upright squid except it had very blue eyes that stared out blankly.

There was too much fighting and jostling around me that I could not get any closer to the arch. Beyond, I see someone descending the stairs, the hem of a yellow silken gown moving fluidly. Human. Assassin. Blood. Killer.

She had to be the council member’s wife. Even if I had thrown a projectile or blade towards the white blob, I knew she’d foil my attempt. And even so, my information knew that no blade could pierce the flesh of the strange creature.

The scene shifted back as when I just started down the corridor. Another vision. This strange gift was getting more clearer and more frequent and on enemy territory, I had to be on my guard all the time.

Walking unperturbed, I glided down the corridor with sure, graceful steps. I now feel tentacles reaching out towards me to my left and right. Glancing without pausing in my stride, I now see invisible cylindrical enclosures lining the corridor. The strange creatures were within them, invisible to the naked eye, yet just barely seen when glanced at sideways.

Again the glass started breaking but I was by now more than halfway down the corridor. One of the creature closest to the blob was turning towards it.

Shouting, I lunged forward even as the fighters started pressing all around me. I pull back my right arm and concentrated hard before plunging my hand into the white blob, just a little below it’s close-set eyes.

The feeling is disgusting but once past the outer, almost gelatinous layer, the creature was hollow and I groped about blindly, finally feeling a pear-shaped thing inside it. I grab hold onto this with my bare hand and tug, feeling resistance in the form of a fibre connecting the organ to the body at both ends.

The white blob does not put up any resistance and seemed almost dumb. Out of the corner of my eye I see the yellow silken gown coming down the darkened stairway.

Without another thought, I yank out a bright purple organ, roughly oval in shape and still attached to the top and bottom by fraying purple veins.

It was beating slowly in my hand.

I squeezed it very hard and it bursts, covering my hand with purple slime.

New Year, New Year

2008-02-06T09:56:00.000+08:00

Chinese New Year is the best and worst time of the year.

It’s the best because it’s a holiday. Holidays are always the best. Admittedly I did want to continue working this time (and I had a change of heart and decided that bullying my homecoming brother was much better for my health) but all in all, holidays are the BEST.

Worst. Because of the weather. I don’t know if you guys (except you guys who know me well and you know who you are) know of it but I start sneezing horribly in extremely hot weather. And from there, I will inevitably start having a flu and thus, my runny/blocked nose will ruin my day completely.

Oh, there is a second reason why it’s the worst time of the year. The extended family. I’ve nothing personally against them but sometimes I just don’t get how I am in a gene pool with them and we can all be so...er, different. Differences make for interesting conversation but I’m no social bugger most of the time (though my line of jobs requires me to be a somewhat ‘sociable’ and ‘approachable’) and thus, I hate making small talk with them.

Erk, actually, the truth is that it’s not the small talk, it’s the unsaid words and the definitely weird attitude I get from some of them that just irks me and makes me feel like smacking them.

Overall however, I love my family. Oh, so Happy Chinese New Year it is then.

Today’s mood: Morning wake up mood Very Happy, After Chatting with As mood Irritated, Upon Completing a New and Insignificant Post for Blog mood Ah Well.
Song of the Day: Bartender by Natural High
On top of today’s wishlist: The letter N bear, skirt from Osixnine and good food!Things to give me in ‘angpao’ now: Money, good wishes, gossip, delicious and/or pretty tidbits.

Puerto Rico Nite (Update)

2008-01-20T10:38:00.000+08:00

Today's Saturday, so this is the finalised lists. I must say, I am somewhat disappointed that p****e w***e p***s d*d n*t go as t**y t*****t it w***d a******y c********d t***r w*y i**o m****g up a*l k***s of s***f to e****e. That's just the l****t. Oh well. But that's just me (and just about every other sane, free-willed, definitely fighting-type kind of person out there).

On with it! We're going to have a blast! (no matter what)

POTLUCK LIST
1. (Joshua) Drinks (variety and volume is important)
2. (Mich) Junk food; think shiny, colourful packaging! Oh, and nuts!
3. (Sean, Bryan, Asyraf) KFC (since there'll be junk food and dessert, ease up just a little)
4. (Me) Desserts, which will not include junk food.

Note: Booze is not included in the list because we’ll all be sharing that one!

GUEST LIST
=) Me
=) Sean
=) Asyraf (Joshua’s designated kidna…I mean driver)
=) Joshua
=) Michelle
=) Bryan

BOOZE LIST
Smirnoff vodka
port wine (hopefully if I remember to go home and collect)

Other Information
Time: 7.30pm
Date: 29 Jan 2008
Place: H-G-2, Hepi Aprts, Seksyen 17 (just further down the Shell station)

I can Quote, too!

2008-01-09T15:00:00.000+08:00

“So Mr So-and-So, I assume you have a plan?” she said with a devious glint in her eye. Her bright pink lipstick caught the light and sparkled like faux diamonds.

Raising an eyebrow, he replied with a cocky tone, “Of course I do.”

This is a normal scene in a day at work. Another day, another quote.

“You tanya I “What’s wrong?”” she said angrily as she gestured wildly.

“Sumpah there is nothing!” he tried in vain to defend himself.

She had seen it happen with her own eyes. It was going to be hard to convince her otherwise. She was already using the ‘you’ and ‘i’ for heaven’s sake! That is ALWAYS a dangerous sign.

Yes, I love all the scandals that goes on in the office. It’s just fantastic! And what you just read was only the tip of the iceberg of the TV3 2p.m local Malay drama show! There’s still the Thai (also drama) programme that comes on later and we’re eagerly anticipating the new one because the old series ended yesterday. Now that final episode was the BOMB! The guy SHOT his mother (she didn’t die to my disappointment) and yet got away scot-free even though the poor girl lost the baby in her womb because this same guy kicks her and pushes her to the ground (where she ter-whack her tummy against some steps...ooo! I was all aghast!).

This is karma. Because I’ve ignored the Television God for a long time, he’s now back in full force to make sure I fulfil my quota of television watching.

At any rate, it’s not that I’m doing nothing. I do go out and interview people, ask questions, etc. The whole she-bang if you will. It’s just that today is a particularly slow day and thus I am able to write an update (whoopee? Or whoopee! You decide).

I think, the next time someone tells me that news is being made every second (thus people in the news industry like us should be busy 24/7) I will merely smile and know better.

Sure, news is being made every second. But is the news worthy enough that every single person in the country should know of it? Is it even relevant? The launching of a new car might be bigger news to let’s say a motorcyclist crashing into a car but only escaping with minor injuries. Now if he died or his brain leaked out of.... Oh wait, that only applies if I was actually there to, er, record the event. Otherwise it’d just be a Bnama story.

Mood: Could be chippier
Song of the day: la-la-la-la-Sesame Street!
Today’s wishlist: The letter O and another pair of slacks.

PS I missed this but it’s on now (3pm) so I remembered the Indonesian Bawang Putih Bawang Merah soap. I’ve REALLY got to stop writing. This is absolutely RIVETING stuff I tell you.

I'm Trying!

2008-01-02T18:23:00.000+08:00

I am a changed person. Yes, it may come as a shocker to most of you but I am a changed person.

I have picked up a few traits I never thought I'd come to have and dropped some. And others parts, bits and pieces of me are still changing.

Tomorrow I start my industrial attachment. Whoopee. I'll be more busy than ever to write. Don't get me wrong, I intended to write y'know...even had three ideas about what to write about but I just didn't seem to have the time or luck. (luck because something horrible always happens and the post will go poof one way or another. trust me it's not an excuse coz you know I'm not bad at all when it comes to technology)

So at any rate, to the new year! May it be good to all of us. I really miss my activity-filled life from before. It's my only regret about the past in most ways.

Horticulture, Here I Am!

2007-11-14T23:36:00.000+08:00

(Here you go, P-chan, wiping off more dust)

(k, =), hello dear, hmm! I was going to do add a wishlist to my blog (no time to figure out a good layout for it, help?) so I tried to meddle with the codes, erm! Then everything hilang including the virtual memedi! I’ll put it up again when I find the codes…hopefully!)

Let’s talk about what I’ve been up to the past few days shall we?

There was a LOT of money issue flying about my head these past few days. This is the first time in my life when I feel I have no control over my own moolah. I’m seriously considering getting a part-time job, just so I can always have that extra cash lying about so I have a back-up in case I ever need it. And there is a rather intriguing job in the horizon…

Wait, wait…I’m veering off-course.

What I’ve been doing the past few days was planting. Yes, I’m off tangent and into horticulture now. I’ve been practicing my pollinating skills and I think I may have discovered new species of plants never before seen. Ahaha.

There’s this game, it’s called Plant Tycoon (I swear most of the tycoon games were made for me to become addicted to) and I’ve just been absolutely hooked onto it. It’s so horribly slow and should be boring but yet I keep opening it with eagerness everytime I see my laptop (which is almost every hour unless I am occupied with the interference called classes. then again, there's always sleep but I can dream of plants then too).

So, what is Plant Tycoon? It’s a game where one gets to grow virtual plants and the plants will continue growing (if you let it) even if you turn off the game or the computer. Cool, eh? And you get to crossbreed plants. It’s like watching the making of a liger (cross between tiger and lion). And though one can sorta guess what can come out of cross-breeding certain plants, one can NEVER truly tell what one will get until you grow the seed. And there are plants I swear were invented in the game for the sole purpose of infuriating the horticulturist because they just DIE out without ever blooming.

My favourite is catching insects you’ll find flitting round the screen from time to time. Not only it provides side income in the game but it’s the most addictive part (to me) about the game. I can sit in front of my laptop for a couple of hours just watching the plants grow at this superbly slow rate and hoping an insect would enter the screen just so I can catch it.

Yes, sad but true, I’ve entered an old frame of mind and loving it.

In fact, I’ve already have a few converts under my belt (seem to be doing that a tad too often of late). Namely P and JY though he probably won’t admit it (denial). Soon, UncS will be joining the ranks too (hopefully). I’m sure he’ll get a kick out of breeding all the poisonous plants out there. I already have two poisonous type plants (I think they are anyway) namely the Poisonous Fern and also the Nox Ananas. They produce BLACK coloured flower/fruit. Sounds so UncS actually. He’ll probably fill his greenhouse with it.

Me? I actually love the rose-type of plants. I grow cacti roses, grass roses, bamboo roses, oak roses and the best type?

Here’s a picture of my current bug collection.

(c = common, u = uncommon, r = rare)

Top left 6 bottles from top left to right and bottom left to right
c Blue Butterfly, c Mission Blue Butterfly, c Fern Butterfly, c Black Moth, u Pale Moth, u Lapiz Butterfly

On left side of screen on top of green-covered book
u Lemon Moth

On left side of screen on top of table from left to right
r Plum Butterfly, r Cherry Butterfly

Hanging from left side of wooden pillar from top to bottom
r Golden Butterfly, c Green Beetle, c Brown Bug, c Ladybug, c Shiny Blue Beetle

Hanging in front of wooden pillar from top to bottom
u Hiding Beetle, u Zebra beetle, u Cockroach (this is UNCOMMON??), r Ebony Scarab, r Fire Scarab

Hanging from right side of wooden pillar from top to bottom
r Golden Beetle, c Blue Dragonfly, c Pink Dragonfly, c Tiger Dragonfly

In top middle-right of screen hanging on scales from left to right
u Ghost Dragonfly, r Fire Dragonfly

On top right of screen from left to right
c Emerald Dragonfly (I’m offended that this is common), u Dart Dragonfly, u Fragile Dragonfly

Underneath it…
r Black Dragonfly

and underneath it from left to right…
r Golden Dragonfly, c Cactus Spider, c Yellow Spider, c Brown Spider, c Spotted Spider, u Pearly Spider

On bottom right side of screen on top of wooden ledge from left to right
u Limelike Spider, u Bamboo Spider (I caught it between some grass-type plants though), u Cricket Spider, r Bumpy Spider

On bottom right side of screen on top of highest pedestal
r Jade Spider (how ironic that it is a rich bluish sort of colour)

What Good Brothers Do

2007-10-28T22:00:00.001+08:00

He came back from down under (not Aus, no) over the weekend and he asked me what I wanted. Being the opportunist that I am, how could I turn down the offer?

This is what I ended up with.

Yes, I finally own my own pair of speakers. The faceplates...I swear Creative just knows what to manufacture to get me to lust after their stuff.

Speaking of stuff, I recently added another bag to my collection. It's my second favourite after Elle Paris of course.

One day I am going to write a story on all those characters I can find on the bag.

I have no idea why am I blogging right now. Outside pressure? Seriously, who reads? I don't. If you do, you might consider 'communicating' that to me. You might also want to call it 'incentive' for the writer. In other words, it is also known as 'commenting'.

At any rate, P, if you're reading this, you better change the name of my blog link. It's no longer, er, dusty. Sort of.

So, where was I? Oh, right. Nowhere.

I Pity You (Olde Post)

2007-08-05T23:13:00.000+08:00

Monday, March 13, 2006

Congratulations are in order for the 4000+ students (was what I heard on the radio correct?) who achieved straight A's in their SPM examinations last year. That's quite a number of people! Makes one wonder at either a) the low level of examination standards in this country or b) was it that hard that they had to lower the bar that much??? or maybe even c) have our students suddenly gotten a brain jolt, d) bullshit to the people sitting in their super expensive leather armchairs about taking both co-curricular activities as importantly as academics (we don't see papers brouhaha-ing over let's say, thirty seven students who were raised up to be Pandu Puteri Diraja's within one year or joining the uniform body) and last but surely not least e) are our students actually BETTER at English than we had supposed?

If I am not mistaken (which I sincerely hope I am so please, I accept corrections most humbly and gratefully), last year's Sciences and Mathematics papers were in English. To have that many straight A's, A1's too to boot, showed that students actually understand this language quite well. So, why are we so worried?

Is there something we, the common people, do not know?

Like, for instance, the actual passing mark for the exam papers for last year's SPM? (this will apply to Malay language papers too of course)

Well, perhaps I'm being bitter about the whole thing. I didn't get as many A's as my father had expected me to get but actually, truthfully...I'm okay with that. I chose my future. I would've liked more A's I suppose (who doesn't?) but weren't the other things I had that you all didn't, make it worth it?

What do I have that you don't, you ask? I have memories. A lot more than you do. I have lots of experience and learned a lot of things compared to you. I learnt about life and made friends from all over the country and then some. I sacrificed time and effort for more than just my academics. And I'm proud of it. And I'm contented with life. I have lived my uniform-wearing days to its fullest.

It's a give and take situation really. If you give all your time to studying, I don't believe that you would not get the results you set out to achieve. If you have given part of that time to the other equally (to me) important things in life like friends, and creating cherished moments, the time sacrificed would be translated into...anything less than an A. But don't people say, A's are not everything in this world?

If you even have to ask what's the use of my memories and friends if my 'future' is jeopardised then you are one sad person who's missed out on all the good things in life.

But all in all, I suppose it comes back to what one wants in life. I'm happy with mine.

And to the STPM students whose results are coming out this Thursday...don't be afraid! Don't cry! Whatever comes, comes. I personally believe (isn't that what this whole post is about?) that what goes around comes around. If you've put in your best (don't lie to yourself!) you will get the results you desire. Don't come with your false confidence and fake beliefs. You get what you give.

To, Chi-kun. I don't remember which exam it was, but remember when you told me something so selfish about you not liking the fact that I got some sort of better result or something? I can't remember the details but I remember the feeling and it was of hurt. I was truly happy for you then but you had to go and drop some dead weight on my head. Don't be so insensitive in the future, okay! My good wishes go with you!

Lazy Bug

2006-12-19T00:06:00.000+08:00

Caught it and can't seem to shake it off. Damn bug.

I need a new organiser. One of those pretty ones I used to sell maybe. My life is getting really full of appointments and activities that I am getting quite sick of having to remind myself over and over again. I wish I could just go out for one day and get everything done. Too bad life cannot be lived by myself and I need others. Hence, I am blaming my seeming inadequateness on other people.

Said other people are 1) certain people from the university staff, 2) that small 'boy' and 3) a person I have to operate under (and hopefully not for any longer). Blek to you all.

Anyhow, I need to get moving. Proposals upon proposals. Appointments and meetings. I'll make an excellent 1) event organiser or 2) personal or company secretary. Looks like I have my life cut out for me...NOT.

It's been 15 Days, some Hours, Minutes and of course, Seconds.

2006-11-21T10:15:00.000+08:00

Been busy. This and that. I hope everyone's doing fine...what with finals here and all. Not mine of course. I already hold my exam result slip in my hands for the past three weeks at least and have known its contents through my university website for more than two times that period.

Anyhow, I'm trying to waste some time before I go house hunting in awhile. Nothing like it really. I love looking at new house designs. Gives me ideas for my miniatures (not that I've laid down the foundations on the first one, based on a story written...well, in my head really).

But today, I'm not looking for a home (family business that). I'm going to look for a place to stay during my duration at UTAR and who knows, maybe longer. What's for sure is this temporary place is going to be in PJ, somewhere within walking distance to Section 13. When I get a place, you'll all be welcome to visit...prior call required of course.

Btw, has anyone been to Bkt Antarabangsa lately...particularly the area called Bukit Utama? The new houses being built there are gorgeous. Absolutely, fantastically gorgeous. Go check out the show house if you have nothing else better to do this coming holidays. As for me, I'm heading in the opposite direction. Down south to Klang. I heard there were pretty places there with cheap price tags. ^^; REALLY cheap, compared to what I've seen lately and trust me, I've seen quite a number.

Shall we go one round when the holiday's started (for you of course, not me. again)? I'd love to photograph those pretty places....though lots of it had this irritating 'No Camera' sign outside. Whatever.

Oh, and Happy Birthday to Y-H. Dah tua la.

1 Utama, 1 Love

2006-11-05T22:06:00.000+08:00

I've been whining for some time about finding the perfect overnight (or maybe a couple more nights) bag for myself. I looked everywhere possible. Somehow, the perfect-sized bag was apparently not so hot a size in the market. Nobody seemed to be able to find the Be Be Boston bag I wanted. Heck, I even had a shop check the main office if they had stock available. The only answer I got was that they had the orange one (that looked like a horrible mesh between Halloween and St. Valentine's Day) and the pink one.

Not that I have anything against pink but it simply did not measure up against the red coloured one which Jusco had but the design of the bag was different and noticeably smaller than the one I wanted. A big 'X' from my mother. Oh, well. She's paying after all.

I was wandering (not lost, I don't get lost. Just doesn't happen) in 1U with my family a couple of weeks ago when I came across a luggage shop. It's become my habit to glance in the direction of such shops in the hopes that I will find the bag I wanted to much. I saw the familiar pattern then.

And it was...pink. And orange....don't forget the orange one.

^^;

Here's the bag. I didn't have time to process the other pics.

As they say, beggars cannot be choosers. Ah, not that I am one. I've just completely fallen for the old gold E design. Pink's just another shade of red after all.

Next buy-buy post will be on the cuter things I acquired from Chiang Mai.

One Way for Future Writers to spend their Free Time

2006-11-05T21:24:00.000+08:00

I was bored. P and JF were also bored. We were bored out of our mind during one of those frequent five hour breaks in between classes. And people wonder why we are in the university so early in the morning and are still always the last few people to leave. It's the ridiculous class schedule that has us wasting lots of time, hanging around PJ.

I suggested the three of us sneak into the always empty, air-conditioned Conference Room to play the Three Word game. The rules are simple. Every person takes their turn to write three words to continue the story. Other than that, anything goes. So, here was the result of that afternoon session.

P is represented by Baby Blue
JF is represented by White
Mm is represented by Coral Pink

"Die, die, die,"
was the song
that he thought
would make it
or maybe...her
last words if
she shut the
door tight on
his lower member.
She would have
him if he
would only say
"Take me baby
or else you
should shop someplace
to eat more
char kuey teow
, and meatballs filled
with chicken meat.
Mm*, you
are goddess-like because
Joshua would look
at your large
eyes and go
pee someplace where
proper urinals exist.
His pants got
wet yesterday because
it was raining
, like days ago
when he peed
with much style
and bad aiming.
He peed on
Monday, Tuesday and
every night on
his own bed
of roses at
a kinky alleyplace.
He was serviced
by Mm*
in his dreams.
Mm* slapped
herself real hard
because Pauline was
killing Joshua with
a teddy bear
labelled 'I heart'.
His extreme horniness
was undeniable underrated
in the next
few horny weeks.
"Lies," he says
to Satan himself
and got castrated
, well...figuratively not
because actually he
was boiled alive
by the hot
Korean BBQ plate.
So Satan said,
"I was wrong,"
to Pauline, his
archenemy in God.
Eating a large
durian by himself
made him fart
like Mm*
during bluemoons only.
But Joshua burps
softly and politely
farts by himself,
and shits longer by Pauline
by about two
days and five
long and neverending
, painful and suffocating
years. So Joshua
asked M if
she'd kindly inform
P that J
Chong was the
father or son?

*Name has been altered to protect the innocent. That would of course be, me.

How did you like our story?

Holiday at Chiang Mai, Thailand

2006-10-13T18:56:00.000+08:00

My honeymoon weeks are ending. I've been in denial long enough. Refusing to go out snack shopping with my parents week after week (I'm suffering from a lack of snacks right now). Not wanting to do anything but play play play. Sleeping like it's nobodys business and taking afternoon naps as well. I'm sure you all know how I can dream in chapters like a book. Must be all the book reading I've done since young.

It is now time to start working! (yay! *groan*) I'm through with feeling crappy and dissatisfied with life (though 'living it' is its description. what the hell am I saying? ^^;) I've managed to keep my room neat and the floor visible for the past week for once and perhaps that has put me in a better mood.

But really, without a mess I feel reluctant to start any project! So while I wandered round and round, I decided...aah, I need a secretary. Actually, I'm starting to get this rather bad habit of forgetting appointments or things like that and constantly mess up my own schedule. Time to shape up! So here is my current priority list:

Recording my mom's cassettes (DO NOT ask me why cassettes)
Writing (for Purpose no. 2)
Writing (for Purpose no. 1, why was it kicked lower than 2 is a mystery)
Completing the three blog layouts I started but never finished
Writing (for purpose no. 3)
Dreaming and finally starting my Dream Notes Notebook (so that none of my chapters go missing)
Making a four poster bed
Completing that bloody floor lamp
Finalising the house plan (should I go stay over at S's and ask her opinion?)
Drawing Yuuko-san on the wall. At least I've already decided on the darker pink square.

I'm hoping to stick to the list. So, tonight itself I shall start recording session (provided I don't go out and play. I'm already thinking of calling that irritating R). If only the cable YH bought was longer then I wouldn't feel so reluctant to do this task. I really should go get it myself but I'm so lazy and reluctant to ask anyone. Talk about being indecisive! Grrr.

I made a trip to Chiang Mai, Thailand earlier this month. Here are some of the pictures I took while I was there. Oh, about the wording on those pictures? Don't mind them if they look weird or pixelated because I'm using the same pictures for another project of mine and am lazy to do new letterings. If I'm feeling hardworking later on, I may do something about it.

This is The Park Hotel's lobby. It's a pretty decent place to stay at and quite close to the Night Bazaar which is the place to shop for cheap souvenirs and imitation branded bags.

Drying hand-painted silk umbrellas. Not for use in the rain or sun. Use either the bamboo or woven ones or so I'm told.

Me and my mom on the tuk-tuk we took back to the hotel on the first night from the bazaar. It's pretty scary to think that a scooter-like motorcycle can carry up to five people at that speed.

A trek to visit the Hill Tribes in Chiang Rai. Looks like Daddie-san's having some line trouble, hmm?

The Karen Long Neck's infamous girls. Even their legs are elongated! I'm pretty freaked out by them so I didn't take any photos near them.

The Yao ladies selling their homemade wares to tourists. It's a side income to the money they receive through ticket sales when tourists go to visit them (and it wasn't cheap either).

My family, being city folk all our lives, have never seen the paddy up close and personal before hence the picture. We've all seen lots of paddy fields however.

At the last village we visited, these two statues made their appearance numerous times. Isn't it interesting?

We arrived at the Golden Triangle soon after. This place was named thus due to its location which borders with Myanmar and Laos, separated from each other by the mighty Mae Khong river.

A Buddhist temple at the Golden Triangle. There were a bunch of children going round bugging tourists by singing a chant that translates into, 'I want two 5 bahts pieces'.

The temple's arch overlooking the Mae Khong river.

Lookout point en route to Doi Suthep, an important hilltop temple at Chiang Mai.

Just some bells found all over the temple.

This is, a 'Mom' statue. Maybe Mom means something else in Thai but it was amusing nonetheless for us English speaking folk.

My parents, upon exiting the musuem. Me and my bro had decided to stare at trees, a hidden Buddha and more elephant carvings on a lamp post nearby then.

A quiet section of the 400 year old hilltop temple.

We took the elevator up (because we were lazy to walk) so that's why this picture I placed it at the end though it is the temple's entrance. It's only right I go according to sequence ne?

The fittest one in my household is probably my mother really.
The mythical creature's body that served as a balustrade was beautifully detailed.

The elaborate creature's body that welcomed visitors at the foot of the temple's stairs.

There was even a live band at the new outdoor food court found along the bazaar. Have you ever tasted roti canai with chocolate? Yum.

They were just too beautiful to resist (not that I intended to). In fact, it was the only thing I was looking out for when I arrived in Thailand thanks to S and her pretty set atop her cupboard. The amount I bought at this particular stall could've allowed me to open up shop here in KL.

That was Chiang Mai/Chiang Rai in a glance! I bought some souvenirs (naturally) and will be posting them here soon for you to drool over (^^;). Talking about souvenirs, I nearly bought a fake Louis Vuitton carry luggage but decided not to and get originals back here in KL. I still haven't completely given up on Elle Paris yet and I know it will come up with great designs in the future!

Here's a link to a post I made at my class blog on the trips to Genting and Malacca. Please visit it and give your support to the young and budding Malaysian journalists and writers!

http://utarants.blogsome.com/2006/10/13/a-couple-of-out-o-town-trips/

The Month where One is Supposed to be a Goody-2-Shoes

2006-10-03T00:58:00.000+08:00

Hypocrites. Really. Just because its a holy month so everyone's being nice to each other and doing charity work? Like, what happened to the rest of year? Hypocrites. Most of them anyway. I know a few who do them all year and those people are those I really respect and admire. Me? I have zero patience for such things but call on me anytime for planning or organising. I love such stuff.

Anyhow, I've just been through an eventful weekend! There was this HUGE drama going on between my wife and her university pal. I've met this pal of hers a few times and I thought she was pretty cool, something like me, my wife and our mutual friends. I was thinking, at LEAST there is someone normal at my wife's university.

That was until this. I've never met a more pitiful person my whole life (well, maybe a few).

Really. She says she totally envies my wife because of all the friends she has whom she is so close with (meaning me and the others). Like, of course we're all so close and familiar with each other. We practically grew up together! I've known E since we were in Standard One. Same goes for the others or at least most of them.

Then she comes up with that freakish line of how she wants to be exactly like E and later on she says the same thing to L (I love the way you eat! I love the way you walk! I love, love, love!). Like, stay away please, stalker-type?

Luckily I had listened to E rattling all the way back from Melaka (the whole two hours plus!) and managed to dodge the bullet when it came my way. You see, this intruder upon my circle of friends had seen it fit to crash at people's homes though they were not invited and definitely not wanted. Close call! Poor E did not even spend any time with her family the last week and its making her upset.

All-in-all, I suppose one needs to let time pass by awhile before one can really say that one knows another person. Personally? I'd love to be friends with the whole wide world (isn't this a line from an old song or something?) but that's just crazy thinking maybe. I'm pretty contented with my friends as of now. I wish people who'd intrude upon others and especially so shamelessly and without a care would just wake up and sniff the air...its smelly and dirty because of them. Shoo shoo! Give me back my clear and fresh air.

I'm going off to Thailand tomorrow! Chiang Mai/Chiang Rai to be exact. It's now 1a.m and I've yet to pack my bags. Another 8 more hours to boarding time! I've got to figure out is 23 degrees Celcius is cold or not for me quick so that I can start deciding what to bring. Too bad my favourite umbrella's sitting on the workstation at the place I'm interning at. (Go get it for me already J!)

If you See me then you Mean It then you Know you Have To Go.

2006-09-21T00:52:00.000+08:00

You know how when you've had a fight or argument with someone, and then your handphone starts ringing? Whoever who calls is in for a death wish (from my point of view) especially if the person calling is the person you were just being pissed off with. That goes the same for text messages. Truly, the icing on a hellish dream.

No wait. I think there is something more irritating than all the above. It is when you pick up the phone and what you hear is either silence or nonsense. It is just the other end trying to gauge how pissed off you are. Really, do we need such crude confirmations? It's amazing how the typed word no longer holds any power of its own. Guess the Internet wasn't as powerful as it seems after all.

What a day! It's been amazingly tiring and full of ups and downs. One whole day at a workshop/seminar at the university is certainly not a picnic. What's more, dinner was a lonely affair and the evening conversations were rather catastrophic.

Ah, I want to update my Messenger 'Block List'.

I want to think properly this time.

I'm wondering, do things like important life events in one's life, happen only when it is convenient to us to have them? They'd think of our classes, exams, etc...?

I've just had a huge project dumped into my hands. It's huge and there's no one else. That's such a shame. Thank Heavens for the people around me though.

Coffee is what I need.

I want back my simple life. Do you see it? Have you seen it? Give it back to me.

Kareshi yo.

2006-09-18T01:14:00.000+08:00

Haish. You just made me waste a good ten minutes of sleep time. I was writing a long bombasting letter to you here. But then you go and give me such a cute sms that I just laughed and didn't feel angry anymore (and have to delete the whole message and write a new one since I'm already at this page. mafan).

I don't think the last part of the message was where the message was cute.

The part where it says 'save some for me' is where it's cute. And the 'i kena' too. So you do have certain patterns downpat at least. *whew" At least those two lines saved you a lot of painful and sarcastic words.

I'd love to take a moment however to appreciate a few people.

...

There. Finished appreciating those people. You know who you are. You'll never need to face certain facets of me ever. Its called immunity. I really love all of you for accepting me and then giving me my just desserts, getting your own back and then able to laugh with me in the end. There are so many things I'm grateful for but I'll just keep it where it belongs...out of sight! lol

Ah, as to more questions. I'm going to university tomorrow first thing in the morning. Some idiot's having a meeting. Then I'm driving to Genting. Come seek me out and we'll have a blast in the ghost house...disturbing the ghosts (been there done that?). I'll be staying overnight there so don't worry about not catching me. Ah, no crashing in my room however unless you bring nice food and your own sleeping bag.

I'll be back on Tuesday, mid afternoon I suppose. I hope to have tea then with J? Which reminds me I have to call J and ask if J + 2 wants lunch? Then it's a busy Wednesday at a workshop at the university *duh. as if i would do it willingly out of my responsibilities*.

Thursday looks like a day at A for me. My tag calls for me I believe. Just have to tell the guy J tomorrow. Btw, I heard a-K cancelled on us tomorrow. Can you guess what the a means? Hahahahaa.

Good night everyone from me at 1.30a.m and haven't packed and haven't finished watching my Host Club series. Funny issit, disturbing me the whole night!

It's Over!

2006-09-16T15:25:00.000+08:00

The stress (what stress. I didn't even study all that much) is over and done with. I have safely taken my final final paper and I can't tell you how much I look forward to the future three months break (not my fault that my course has no short semester to take).

So while I'm waiting for W to come out of the exam hall (looks like she's going to use the full two hours!) so that I can drop her off at the bus stop, let's review my exam.

Right on top of the list if of course, the paper I just sat for. I am not telling anyone what paper it was because for some unknown reason, I detest people knowing it. Anyhow, I think I bombed something awful on this paper. it's like...I knew everything but the LAST piece of the answer. Just one tiny little bloody important piece. There goes my marks. This is like a horror repeat of my mid-term actually...just that, I managed to score the highest in mid-term so it isn't all that bad I suppose.

Another shocking paper was English (journalists have to sharpen their weapons). It was TOUGH! The lecturer warned us but we didn't believe her. It was IELTS level...definitely. I don't like it! I hope there is no more English subjects in the future (reminds me to go check the course schedule on the intranet soon). I was stumped at some questions in the exam. I couldn't even think of a cock and bull story for the questions (THAT bad).

Ah, the others...I managed to wing through.

Oh, Pengajian Malaysia paper isn't exactly tough. Damn I didn't study so that's why I couldn't even answer easy questions like 'Senaraikan 3 badan berkanun'. Die. Lol. Hopefully I can pass this paper.

Eh, lazy to talk. Damn hungry now.

To my Fallen Butterfly

2006-09-06T18:56:00.000+08:00

Sayonara, utsukushii chou

A small tribute to my beloved Butterfly (from my purple velvet handphone cover) that was Lost during the trek I made to the Office of the Evil and Petty People on that faithful day. That very day marks the turning point in my life when I finally accepted that our Country has a bleak future unless something is done to remedy the attitude of our people.

Lost Butterfly by Rurutia

ロストバタフライルルティア
(Lost Butterfly RURUTIA)

Butterfly 彷徨うよ　地下鉄は迷宮さ
はばたいても　はばたいても　見つからない　出口

Someday もし君に　そんな日が　訪れたら
思い出して　思い出して　僕は此処にいるよ

幸せの意味はたぶん　心の数だけあって
だけど　それじゃ多すぎて
見失う　僕ら

さあ　繰り返すような日常が
ゆっくり未来変えてゆく
焦るほど絡みつく　夢というクモの糸

君が羽焦がし飛ぶのなら　太陽さえ　届くだろう
美しく　熔ければいい　微笑み　見せながら

Anyway いつの日か　人は皆　別れゆく
それでもいい　それでもいい　君に僕は逢えた

Far away 離れても　幸せは祈れるよ
届かなくても　届かなくても　君の歌を作ろう

生まれた意味は　きっと
死にゆく時　気づける
だけど　それじゃ遅すぎて
彷徨うよ　僕ら

さあ　押し潰すような現実は
きっと君を変えるだろう
変われるから　君は君で　在り続けるのさ

君が声嗄らし叫ぶなら　三日月さえ　落ちるだろう
躊躇わず　ゆくがいい　かすかな光でも...

繰り返すような日常が
ゆっくり未来変えてゆく
焦るほど絡みつく　夢というクモの糸

君が羽焦がし飛ぶのなら　太陽さえ　届くだろう
美しく　熔ければいい　微笑み　見せながら

Like a wandering butterfly in a labyrinth
Fluttering without finding a way out

If that would someday happen to you
Remember, I'm right here

The meaning of happiness is probably
Just a number in our hearts, but
If it's too much, we lose sight of us

Come, these repeating ordinarities
Are slowly changing the future
Hurrying will only weave webs around our dreams

If you could fly with those wings
You could probably reach the sun
They would melt beautifully while you smiled

Anyway, some day everyone will part
And yet, nevertheless, I met you

Even if we're separated, I can wish for your happiness
If it won't reach you, I'll make this song for you

Surely, the reason for our births
Will worry us when we're about to die
But at that time it will be too late
For us to roam about

Come, the crushing reality
Is changing you, I know
But even if you change, you will still be you

If you shouted your voice dry
Even the crescent moon would probably fall
Go on without hesitation, for there is a faint light...

_________________________

Looking on the brighter side however, check out my new chiffon babydoll top! Its ability to be a layer-type clothing is not lost on me and I am pleased with it. It looks excellent with my (okay, correction. My mom's. Though I am holding the jacket prisoner) red suede jacket too.

Ah, another matter, has anyone seen this bag (bottom pic) in RED anywhere? I think it's an old Elle Paris bag but I've fallen in love with it only now (why didn't I go shopping earlier in the year or something?). Oh well, guess I'll never get it. It's called the Elle Be Be Boston bag...just in case. ;)

I am so desperate for a cute bag that I even dreamed of getting one last Tuesday while I was asleep on the sofa. It was like the new Carlo Rino pattern only like the Elle Paris bag size (a little bigger maybe). I was walking with E in a shopping complex when I saw this high end boutique (I just knew it was one in the dream. no arguments please just because I cannot recall a specific name) with gorgeous travelling bags lined up on the upper display shelf. I was ecstatic with glee! I went in and asked the boy salesperson to please get a new one from their storeroom for me. I was practically jumping with joy at finding a bag that suit my hunger for cuteness and practicality. Damn, when my mom woke me up from my sleep then.

Oh God, You Pooped!

2006-08-26T03:29:00.000+08:00

I think there isn't a cuter song than this out there. Too bad even after half an hour of hunting on the Internet I still couldn't find the singer's name or the song title! I heard it was 'Moccha' but I couldn't find a trace of it anywhere! Go on, read it. I'm calling it the 'Oh God, You Pooped!' song for now.

I tried to find that old blue leash

Here you are but please don’t bark

Running and playing in the park

Trying to find your favourite spot

Go fetch that stick my furry friend

Oh catch that Frisbee in the wind

I bounce the ball you start to roll

But then you suddenly stop

Oh God you pooped what can I do

I hope no one sees that thing you do

Oh please don’t pee you embarrass me

I hope no one sees that thing you do

My dear buddy its time for bath

Don’t you dare to run away

The suds are rubbed come on get up

I’ve got a date please hurry up

Here he comes the guy next door

And he’s the one that I adore

And he smiles I start to blush

But then you suddenly stop

Oh God you pooped what can I do

I hope no one sees that thing you do

Oh please don’t pee you embarrass me

I hope on one sees that thing you do

Listen to this song now!

If there is anyone out there who knows who the singer and title of this song is, please tell me.

The Rain has Fallen

2006-08-25T21:00:00.000+08:00

It's night right now. As usual, I'm sitting in front of my trusty laptop (except that one time), intending to finish my work ASAP and go right back to my game. Somehow, I always get sidetracked and end up doing a hundred and one things that I did not and need not do before I even get off the Internet (of which, the laptop is usually downloading things into the wee hours of the morning by itself while I sleep). The nights are getting colder.

Oh wait, that's because my comforter is slightly squashed and that makes it thinner and my air-conditioning unit is seriously one reincarnated spirit of the North Pole.

Anyhow! I'm feeling more happier these days. =) I don't feel the need to snap anymore (unless those irritating bits pop up and I can't help but snap). I am certainly not stressing over higher authorities (I just realised, after the meeting two days ago that said higher authorities are actually petty, pretty manueverable people. I already sort of tricked them in front of their faces). The best part is my study leave is already here! I am so relieved to be able to sleep in again and not be forced to wake up at 6a.m everyday just to arrive at university at 7a.m and wait a few hours for my first class!

I'm going shopping for a bag tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be able to get a nice one. Like my big luggage bag with wheels. It's so sweet. Lavender in colour from Elle Paris. I want a cute carry luggage for short trips like the Genting one I'm going right after finals.

Alright, I really am lazy to say much right now so I'll just go off and wander around and hopefully my dad will take the hint and take me for coffee. Toodles! And remember! I'm having study leave next week, so call me! =)

I love Musicals.

2006-08-18T09:11:00.000+08:00

What is the big fuss over this secretary business of not knowing how to write minutes? And all the brouhaha over the online intranet. Guess what people, the command link isn't there. So, erm, what the hell did the bunch of us sit for over an hour in PD block's foyer on Wednesday for? Nothing really.

This whole business is bullshit. Before anybody starts sneering at the statement made that day that all secretaries are to attend a special 'course' to write minutes or whatever, I demand they check my work. I demand it because it is only fair to NOT waste my time anymore. I'd like to give them a piece of my mind.

What does it mean that the society is not allowed to use its own money in the bank for its activities? I'm fuming over the fact that the university seems determined at every turn to NOT allow students to do anything but study and pretend they're doing extra-curricular activities.

We should be thinking big. We should be dreaming of flying and testing out wings. Why won't the education system here allow this? I am so sick and tired of meeting red tape and no one who believes in us.

First step, Attitude. Believe and help, however little. Also, MYOB. Don't be bitches and think only of power and control. (and people call me the control freak. I like Sims 1 and 2 because of its architectural an decorating aspects. same goes for the zoo tycoons)

Second step, Trust. Just bloody trust us these days. If you don't, might as well just drop the facade and close the whole operation down. You won't feel nice, I won't feel nice either. It is time trust started somewhere really. And for us, we don't have any choice.

And because I am in such a disturbed state of mind. I can't think straight enough to write coherently. So I'm signing off angrily and pissily and most stressfully. I cannot wait for this afternoon's meeting. Hallelujah for musicals.

A Sneak Peak into My Family Conversations: The Hair

2006-08-08T20:44:00.000+08:00

It used to be a common occurence, where my mother starts griping about finding strands of hair on her spotless, grimeless, shiny floor. Usually, or rather 99% of the time, said offending hair would be at least a foot long, fallen so gracefully from...well, grace. It isn't often you find hair the length like mine was.

Today, my mother found hair on the floor again, just next to the display cabinets. Gripe, gripe, complain.

"Who's hair is this on the floor?!"

Everyone keeps silent, continuing with our own tasks, pretending we didn't hear. But me? I've been scolded too often for shedding like a cat! It was never my intention for my hair to drop all over the place. It just does. So, I just have to defend myself.

"It's yours." The female variety has developed the bad habit of patting their hair, etc so it it only natural their hair should fall off easier.

"It's curly."

"Yours is the only permed head in this house."

"...and short!"

How can anyone resist such an opening line? "Oh, Daddy must've been scratching."

*****************************************************************************

My router's still dead. I'm now sneakily going online with my brother's computer. Let's hope I manage to remember how to remove evidence.

Ah, no big news. Really. I find everything a horrendous waste of time. Nothing lasts forever.

But I do have this headache...

I Wish I were Home, in the Truest Sense

2006-07-25T09:03:00.000+08:00

Someone asked me why did I stop writing in my blog. Well, I think I've said it before but when a writer receives no feedback, no response, no COMMENTS; a writer will sooner or later quit writing. This only applies to writing in a public place like lets say, an online blog.

Okay, anyhow, its rather difficult to write on blogs ne? It's because usually when I'm enthusiastic about something and want to write on it, I grab a piece of paper (which I usually have whenever I'm in a writing mood) and pencil and start scribbling. When I finally go home or find a free terminal at the computer lab, the initial tidal wave of ideas just isn't there anymore and the will and happiness of writing (this isn't even writing, it is typing for heaven's sake) has gone.

Yesterday, a Monday, marks the ninth week of my course. Only another few more weeks to go. Then I'm going to have a long semester break because my course lacks a short semester. I'm not going to be shopping, lounging or playing the PS2 the whole time either. Work? It's a form of work I'm hoping for, correct, but I don't get paid for it. Go on, I know you want to do it. Label it as free labour.

Anyhow, lately I've noticed that my first impressions have been quite accurate, especially in regard to people I know from start I'd have to deal with a lot in the future (future = now). I won't say who. Hell, if they read this, they'll know who they are.

University, is a surprise. I expected some things and anticipated others. But right now, having had gone through so many weeks here, those same things, almost all of it were wrong! Where I expected university students to be matured and more proactive, my people seem to be rather...well, the exact thing I rather dislike.

See, I've been an activity-active person since young. I am lucky to have arrived at a secondary school that provided me with oppurtunities to experience so many kinds of competitions and activities, with great teachers to guide us and wonderful students who were all brought up in the same environment, hence making them and me all proactive people. Hands on. Nitty-gritty.

We made waterfalls and fountains, we painted huge murals, we planted over fifty kinds of herbs, identified them and cared for them, we did dramas, we created props, arrange lighting, seeked out music. We had a dedicated website team, each one now efficient in various graphical and animation programs. We had trips to Langkawi, Pangkor...climbed a real mountain, lived in forests on our own. We've experienced the school winning national level competitions where our beloved headmistress met the Prime Minister.

There was never a time we were not involved in some activity or another. We tried so many things. It did not matter too much whether we won or not if it were a competition (but usually we get placings anyway). The most important was what we learned from it. The strong bonds we created through it. The beautiful, beautiful memories we now have.

I expected all this to continue in college. And everything would rise to greater scales. But somehow, students seem less inclined to do anything but study. They aren't enthusiastic about anything else. The college imposes so much redtape and rules and regulations and bureaucracy on the students that it is impossible to do anything without putting up a real fight! And aren't we smart to already make the students sign and agree to never hold protests and petitions and everything. Worst were the student body who are so timid, scared and only dreaming big but refusing to get low and do work or something.

Alright, college experience, while fun, was not as exciting nor did it teach me anything new. In fact, the only thing I gleaned from it was that Malaysians are too academic-minded. There is no importance stressed on our extra-curricular activities.

Then it is university. The same situation I experienced in college has returned. I am disappointed. Everyone is eating each other up. Nobody pauses to look at the flowers. It is everyone for themselves. It is almost scary to see how cold we have become. And what I can't stand is the inability of students, to still not be able to do things for themselves. Everyone's just waiting for someone else to lead them and that same person has no idea themselves!

This is such a sad situation.

I realise that in secondary school, my teachers did not guide me and my friends either. They pushed us. What we wanted to do, they would support. What we did not know how to do, they would help. And we, my friends and I, we are all able to take charge of situations. We are able to do things. We have been doing it all this time!

I believe that academics is only half of what's important in anybody's life. Moral values, strong and good character traits, a sense of justice, a will to do things, and most importantly, a dream that we should stick to. I hate the academic system here. I am lucky to have went to a secondary school that somehow managed to shield us from the awful coldness of the system in reality. For in technical terms, the system is said to be very good and well-balanced.

We praise the Western countries. We praise them, emulate them, dream about them. Why can't we see that what makes them good is that they are actually practicing the system as they say it? I am talking about the way they educate their children. To be proactive. To encourage them in whatever they wish to do, be it music, drama, atheletics. Do not follow the rules to rigidly. When a student appears with potential, don't weight them down with formalities. It can be done.

And here I am, thrown into that same cold, unfeeling world I have despised. I can handle it but that does not mean I have to like it. This world, will leave no mark on me. I will leave with only a degree and nothing more. We are, puppets.

I however, will always have the warm feelings, memories and bonds from my past. Those are real. They are things I will always remember.

Chopping

2006-07-06T01:09:00.000+08:00

This past two weeks have been amazingly tiring and wearing me down to a point where I'm about to become like C and go on that infamous 'tortoise' thing of his.

First thing that comes to mind is the 'snatching'.

Then comes the accidents.

Next up is the meaningless argument.

Followed by cereal and breakfast.

Then the frustration of going against my self promises.

Lastly, its the tiredness of it all.

I think I need to go on a rampage of 'cute' shopping spree where I'll just buy the cutest things I can find. At least I'll accumulate some hairclips for my short hair now. Ah, there's the reason for the title. I chopped off my hair today...or rather yesterday.

Flakes and Cereal

2006-06-28T14:17:00.000+08:00

I'm sitting in the university's computer lab right now, thinking why in the world am I not using my laptop? The answer is, tada liao battery ne!

I'm waiting for the society meeting to start. I feel very much like that Prop Mistress I was back in school before and I'm itching to pick up bolts of cloths, sequins, styrofoam, cutters, rulers, etc. I haven't been able to continue my miniature collection because I have too little time. As it is, I arrive at campus by 8a.m latest (leave my house by 6.50a.m) and come home only at 7p.m to 8.30p.m. Life is such a rush. I rather dislike it. Thank God for the fun I manage to have.

Talking about fun, this Saturday's the pool party. It's no longer rebellious but its gonna be better than the ball, that much I'm assured. Now, all we need are the cereal to pop up.

Me? I'm all for it. And the way things are going, looks like I'm ***** ** **** ** **** *** **** ** *** **** **** **** *** *** *****. Btw, none of the censored words are profanities. I knew I should have ******* **** or *** ** ** *****. Uh huh. Very *** ****. Again, none of the censored words are profanities. Let's keep our heads up and above choppy waters shall we? =)

Looks like I've got to run. I hope the meeting will be enjoyable. I, P and myself are probably gonna discuss another society's business within another society's business. Haha. Take that, people!

Today's Celebrations include..

2006-06-23T22:21:00.000+08:00

My dad's birthday! Yay! Happy Birthday, Dad! (Not that you'll ever see this *and heaven forbid it to happen!*)

And it is also (here we go again P!) Fors Fortuna, or the Day Sacred to Fortuna. Fortuna is a Greek goddess. She is the personification of *duh* fortune. She is particularly worshipped by mothers because she is originally the goddess of blessings and fertility. I wonder why she's worshipped by mothers and not by wanna-be mothers?

Today is also Let It Go Day! So people, if you have any pent-up frustrations or unanswered desires or caged up anger...let it go! Free it like pigeons in India! Give them wings and watch them take flight. Leave them behind and forge on ahead with new determination and spirit! If I can do it, so can you!

It is also National Pink Day (probably in the States?). So, have you fulfilled your Pink quota for the day? Let's all get in the mood and bounce around looking like cotton candy shall we? Weee, WEEE! *rolls eyes*

CONSTRUCTOR
Anyhow, moving on, I've got a request to update readers on the Constructor game. Haha. Didn't I tell you? After NOT being able to play the game upon installation, I had to download a DOS emulator program called DOSbox. That one wasn't so hard to set up (wouldn't know the details because i was just lazing on the bed while my brother worked the laptop). Then the game was PATHETICALLY slow, so slow that even after 4 months (gameplay time) of being a constructor, I haven't even built ANYTHING. Not even a woodyard let alone houses! Sean! Bra! Help! (should probably ask him through email or at the ants blog)

Forgive me if I sound weird today. Because I'm feeling nauseous and rather sick. I'm having the sniffles and a rather bad sneezing problem. This is due to a very sensitive nose and body temperature-receptors. I was in a very stuffy and hot changing room today. My wastepaper basket is half full with used tissue already. My laptop area looks like a tissue disaster happened to it *that's exactly what happened!*

Ta-tata!

I Loved My Sunday Afternoon and Evening. What About You?

2006-06-18T22:13:00.000+08:00

Today is the 18th of June 2006. A Sunday, to be more detailed. The weather was gloomy. The sky was overcast and big fluffy gray clouds hung low in the sky. Time did not run faster than usual nor did it go slower than normal. The air did not smell any fresher (we're right next to busy KL, hello?) and nobody called me to tell me I won a lottery (I don't even buy tickets?).

It is, however, one Sunday I will always remember and think back on with a smile.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened really. I have no idea why I'm even blogging about it. I just thought I'd share with you my happiness. Why in the world am I feeling so contented? Like a cat who's just gotten her cream...and more, I guess! Just feeling like Homer Simpson's line in the game Hit & Run, "Bouncy, bouncy!" and then he jumps (more like flaps) up twice in the air.

It is not noticeable, this happiness of mine. Not noticeable because I'm usually all bouncy and chirpy most of the time. Some might even say, my internal clock's gone haywire and I'm becoming like the giddy nutjob I usually am come midnight and 1am. Well, maybe I am. And I have no complaints about that! Think about it this way, now I can act haywire at any time! My clock's gone wonky!

Talking about wonky clocks, anybody want to volunteer to wake me up for classes every morning? My clocks (the real ones, mind you) have all gone AWOL. Let's not even get into the details. Bottomline is, my alarms are not working. What will I do? (set my mother to wake me up, that's what I'll do and have done already)

Anyhow, back to my silly inner grin, just Yay! ^^; That doesn't explain much but, Yay! =) You and I both know what kind of of a person I am. Does this explain anything? Hmm, me thinks it speaks volumes.

Bait it, Dangle It and Snap It Up!

2006-06-18T10:12:00.000+08:00

Before any of you start thinking those bad bad thoughts about my title, let me assure you, I am not in the 'bad' writing spirit. In fact, I'm torn between exasperation and bounciness. Why?

わくわく魚つソグ一ム　(waku waku sakana tsungeemu*) [romaji may be wrong]

AKA Waku Waku Fishing Game.

This is the source of immense fun. Yes, it's another mindless game where one uses the given 'fishing rod' and tried to extract the moving fishes from the game set. The fishes wait in their respective 'holes' and moves up and down, opening and closing their mouths...just waiting for you to 'catch' them.

The game is simple enough. Just catch, catch, catch! No tricks (though there is a trick to ALWAYS catching the fish you hook on to). And definitely no hassle as the machine runs on a single D-sized battery and is virtually maintenance free.

While there is no rules to the game, we can always think of some interesting ones...catch ten fishes within 10 seconds maybe? Loser has to eat wasabi-flavoured bread. Nyum!

Anyhow, while I'm busy trying to get Constructor to run better on my laptop (yes, I realise that laptops are not meant for game purposes but my laptop's incredible and not like those other laptops! *pouts*), I'll just amuse myself with this 'Exciting' Fishing Game! Thank you Y-H for it! Lol. My mom is going to sigh at all the junk you've brought into my room since last week!

Construct: Build and Destroy

2006-06-16T09:14:00.000+08:00

In case anyone's wondering, my taste in games lies in the absolutely pointless ones. For me, it's like, what's the point of playing a game if it uses too much brainpower? I'm trying to enjoy myself. My brain cells (limited as they are right now after having a dozen too many instant noodles) are to be used solely for the purpose of studying and learning life's skills. Hence, the love for mindless, pure fun.

Take, for instance, the mindless car racing game for PS2, Need For Speed: Underground. It is absolutely pointless. There are four types of racing in the game known as Drag, Drift, Laps and Knock-outs. Pointless. There is no use for it in real life. In fact, it is bad for real life. Hello? Knocking about public property? Speeding at 180km/h? CRASHING into buildings or cars due to dangerous weaving in and out of traffic? Other than that, it is a fun game. I like doing up the vinyls and trying to install parts which will help my gameplay. Hey, not everyone likes a 'weightless' car. Personally, I like some weight so that my turns can be sharp without going into spin.

Next up is The Simpsons: Hit And Run. I love it. The quirkiness. The storyline. The voices. The races. The insane missions! Yes, no brainpower needed to complete the game.

Another pre-loved game of mine is probably the PC game Midtown Madness 2. Being a cabby on the streets of London is no small matter! I had training in ship (real, sea worthy ones bobbing on the Thames) hopping, speed racing, 180 degrees turns, etc. My favourite 'unlocked' car is, of course, the invisible sports car. Uh, somehow though, the police still can see me and chase me down when I drive that one.

Oh hey, I only just noticed my tendency of loving racing games!

On to my main point (don't give me that "What! She's been crapping all along?" look), I am so bouncy bouncy happy happy today because I have been given the hope that I'll be able to play the DOS game Constructor by Acclaim today. Yes...after years of waiting and searching, finally somebody (Bra-thoven and InSeanity of http://utarants.blogcome.com/) has shown me the way. Yay! I finished downloading the game... but I'm feeling rather apprehensive of installing the game! What if I can't play it? I can't bear the thought!

However, someone told me to try it. Better to have tried and failed then to be scared to not have done anything about it.

I am being overdramatic! Not like me yet SO like me.

So, with my hopes up (way way up!), I shall forge on and install the game right after I publish this post. Wish me lots of luck. I'm going to need it since tomorrow I'm having a midterm exam. Can someone find my lookalike and send her over to take the exam for me?

Toodles sweeties!

A Girl cannot have Too Many Accessories: The Earrings Saga

2006-06-13T22:40:00.000+08:00

Today, as usual, I almost woke up late to get a parking space again. Thank heavens for mothers who insist on having a handwritten copy of their children's timetable. Yes, mommy dearest woke me up this morning. And I've 'adjusted' her to wake me up tomorrow morning too. The most reliable 'alarm clock' anyone could ever have.

Fastforwarding... anyway, my second class of the day was cancelled. So I suddenly found myself with a 5 hour long break. Five hours. That's, like, one night's worth of sleep (should I be running around town the night before that is). This are one of those times within the past four weeks that I wish very much that I was living in PJ. I could use a nap and of course, some time-out. However, in reality, I could either rot in the library, gorge on caffy food, go play b-ball or...

...go to Mid Valley! Which, of course, I did. With W, I and Jo. We had a great time!

But the reason why I'm feeling all bouncy and happy right now is the fact that tomorrow I'm going to get a new soft toy. ^^; Actually, because I'm meeting someone. *i see raised eyebrows*

Whoops, got off topic there. I meant, because I got 7 new pairs of earrings. Yay! *oh god. what have i turned into? E! gimme back my identity!* Anyhow, here are some photos taken of them. Enjoy and drool over them because they're mine... not yours, MINE.

This is my favourite. It's so jingly.

These earrings are NOT photogenic at all.

They are actually the best among the lot.

These are really cool, no? As I said regarding such beads, they're so 'oriental feel'.

This are really cute! Cute! I just couldn't help myself!

I really have a thing for these kind of beads. They're like, so nice for some reason or other.

Gor...

GOR....

GORGEOUS! Aren't they just! *coos*

And that's it from my earring collecting today. And yes, what a collection it's become.

(REVISED 14th JUNE)

And so Life Begins at the White Tower (or in my case, White Office cum Warehouse Block)

2006-06-12T22:15:00.000+08:00

Well, I don't know if you know but anyhow, just to let you know what I believe everyone should know by now but still don't know for some stupid reason or other...I'M STUDYING already. In a UNIVERSITY doing a DEGREE, of course. Because, why would I take a diploma if I already went through and survived the hell known as STPM? Yes, it would be a very stupid thing indeed to do so. And if you knew me at all, you would've come to the right conclusion without much ado.

Moving on however, I shall state briefly what my uni life is like right now. Busy, crazy, fun. I'm enjoying myself. But I wish E, S, Sh, R, C, and the rest were with me. I really loved those days. I'm liking my days now too but, in the end, there are still those factors which almost ruins my day everyday. But hey, I'm not one to look too much on that side of life. Life itself is too short to waste like that. I'll just bitch every now and then.

I met cool seniors and some, Not-So-Cool seniors too. I can't say exactly who are seniors and who are not. We all look the same! But I have a feeling that the freshmen this year are probably the noisiest bunch. Just a feeling. Someone prove me wrong. I wish to have a cool uni life with awesome seniors who knows a bunch of really fantastic stuff or something.

Ah, and anybody who's ever known me (even for five minutes) will also probably not be surprised by the fact that I've started off my uni life as a firm supporter of havoc and of course, social upheaval. In this case, this means going against the whole uni social structure. Starting from the top. Er, yes...that means faculty president. Out with the Flip-flips and in with the Cool Kids (yup, total egotistical line there). Only problem is, some of these ppl are pretty NATO and actually have more bark than bite. Let's not even go into specifics and names! We know who you are, hey, YOU know who you are.

There's the fact that we were all for UTAR and then like, they dumped us. They dumped us. Yup. Oh, except for Kaya. She's in now. She's fucking emcee! Yay! We're rooting for her but we don't the rest of them one bit. So, we decided to have our own pool party (you can read all about it in the posts below). And it's coming along fine really. I just have problems with home base (which, of course, includes my best buds all. I swear we'll have another awesome party for ourselves later ok!).

Anyhow, that's about it for my life. There is another matter of course but I shall disclose that later because, as I type, I'm having trouble with that particular matter over the darn thing known as SMS. Toodles, sweeties!

RSVP your spot today!

2006-06-07T08:45:00.000+08:00

Nah, just half-joking. The venue is at Subang SS14. It is official. We have gone through very strict judging and the panel has finally decided on, House 1.

Only, now, the party has a Super VIP status. Half-joking again. It turns out, we, the organisers, like to be private and uppity (half-joking).

(I might not make sense from sentence to sentence because I'm trying to write a post while watching Happy Tree Friends. Excellent stuff.)

So, I'd like confirmation on who'd like to go to the party. The faster you tell me, the sooner I can confirm your spot to the party. =) It'll be fun.

Oh, however, my advice remains the same. Please bring along an extra change of clothing and a towel to dry off with. That's about it for now.

DO NOT sms me for more details. Try going online and emailing me. I may use a postpaid line but as I've always said, I use it because I know how to budget myself. My monthly bills have always been in the same range except for some months where people like all of you sms me like mad and expect replies. Or you miss call me. I KNOW your problems but I have my own too. Once in a while is fine. And you all know it's not like as if I actually am a stingy poker or anything. But when I INSIST on other options of communications, that means I'm toeing the line. And what a fine line it is, between trust and distrust from parents.

We are Nearing the Truth!

2006-06-05T21:21:00.000+08:00

Yes...I couldn't resist but post another meaningless post...again. Lol. I just managed to get Mr Elusive-Hakim on the phone...on my first try no less (girl power, yeah!). So, (jeng jeng jeng!) the truth is finally upon us. What will the precious little committee do now?

They will do nothing. Because one is in the foulest of emotions (I, for the record, am on the fence because I didn't see the whole thing but heard it only), another is having a trip down G Lane (not G-tali), one more's doing the uh-huh thing, the other is going round spreading it and the last is just, enjoying it. Me? I view myself as two things. Two things of which I shall not mention here.

Anyway, the LATEST update on the party is this. I have the 'envelope' in my hands! What's in there, only the committee knows...which they don't because...I haven't told anyone yet! Tada! *bangs head on wall*

So, who will win the favour of the Utar Rebellion Party tomorrow? Stay tuned for more!

To Party at one end of Selangor or the Other? Pros and cons to date!

2006-06-05T15:48:00.000+08:00

Yes, here comes THE question. Which part of Selangor to party in? Yes, Petaling Jaya, home to the FAS Faculty of UTAR is located in (tada...*slaps forehead*) Selangor. You're NOT in KL people. Go along the Federal Highway and see the huge double archway about ten minutes from Jln Univesiti's turnoff, cross it and you will be in (waah! *bangs head on table*) Kuala Lumpur. Seriously.

I need input. Like, no input means I'll just minus you people from the equation. Haha. I was half-joking. I'm no quitter. And I'm dead set on this party thing. Our only glitch at the moment is Mr Hakim is NOT in town. Goodie. And nobody is willing to call. Oh wait, Andrew is calling. K has some issues and he is complaining. That's call 'buruk siku' you know! I realise you had to make some 'unwanted' calls yesterday. So make them. I gave you a choice when I asked you to do it.

Anyhow, here's the dilemma.

House 1, SS14 Subang Jaya, SELANGOR
It's not to say walking distance or even cycling distance from UTAR PJ campus. It is reasonably sized and the pool's cozy. It needs some work before it can be a true party venue. Work, of which, as young people, we should do because everything is experience. It's an ideal place, in my opinion and most of the main organisers.

I'm not sure of buses heading into the area but according to Wendy, there are buses. It did take me only about 20 minutes to get there in my car from the campus BUT it was not 'jam hours'. The highway and area around SS14 are VERY famous as the stars of the daily morning and evening traffic jam reports. Buses don't run after 11 do they? So...I really don't understand the initial argument which I will elaborate later.

Pool 2, Astaria, Taman Kosas, Ampang, SELANGOR
It is rumoured to have a BIG pool. Our researcher of the area, Andrew, has seen it and confirmed its size. It's big people. And...it's more than half the price of House 1 unfortunately. Why unfortunate? Because it is in...AMPANG, apparently. *shrug*

Distance from PJ to Ampang is, notably longer than it takes to reach Subang Jaya. You'll have to take the LRT Putra either to Jelatek/Dato Keramat station and then catch a bus/taxi to the place. Or you can opt to switch trains at the Putra LRT Masjid Jamek station to the Star LRT Masjid Jamek station. Both stations are right next to each other. Cute huh. And it's actually on the way NOT out of the way. Finally, you will arrive at the Star LRT Ampang station. There are lots of buses that go in the direction of Astaria. I KNOW not everyone has a car but there are always taxis running around in Ampang area. It is a nighttime town, so to speak. Jalan Ampang is very famous and Astaria is just off this famous road.

HELP! I'm in a complete dilemma. Maybe the actual guests can give their opinion? Anyway, Andrew's (hopefully!) is still trying to contact Mr Hakim who owns House 1 or manages it at least. Does anybody have any other leads on how to get ahold of the guy?

Oh, and if you have any questions about the venues before I hold a vote...just ask! Email is possible too at: MZ.diablo@gmail.com

PS Joshua, can I post this on the ants blog too? I'll correct my English and my phrasing, etc. Er, of course, I'll 'nicen' the whole thing. Maybe make in boxes kind of comparison? Dunno la. But I thought if we can't decide ourselves, maybe we should let the kiddies decide? But I also don't like the idea of er, letting them know about this. LOL. But it's a good thing too.

Organising a Party 101

2006-06-03T23:03:00.000+08:00

I admit, this is the first time I'm organising one so big. Seriously. It's small in corporate terms but big in my books. And I'm feeling the adrenaline rush already! Let's make this happen!

Well, to bring you all up-to-date on the current party situation. This will be a RSVP party. It's a pool party for heaven's sake, we need to RSVP it. And anshin-shiro (do not fret) minna (everyone), we, as the organising committee shall not cheat you of your money (unlike some other...er, formal occasion. we're paying for the VIPs...is that true??? lol). Everything we collect will go straight to the downpayments, food and entertainment. We'll scrimp, beg (should that fail, we will start cracking our knuckles) for your money's worth!

Which, is VERY worth it. This is classified information so don't tell on me (shhh!).. to get on the guest list of the Party of the Year...you only need to pay about RM40 give or take and be nice to me and the others especially the freshmen. The venue targeted is situated in Subang Jaya. The area is opposite Persiaran Kewajipan (the one that is always featured in the morning and evening traffic jam reports unfortunately). Another infamous landmark is that area would be the Subang Jaya Medical Centre (SJMC). But let's not jinx it shall we? Besides, this should be enough to answer some FAQs I've been getting lately!

And! We're looking for helpers to clean up the place with us. We need you, people! And trust me, it'll be fun! Not to mention it is an experience we're offering, one you will probably never get another time! Really. Because this involves a pool. ^^; Don't run away yet! Cause if you do, I WON'T play strip poker at the party and wear...skin-tight items (or perhaps do away with it?). Just contact me and we'll arrannge something!

I'm not entirely sure what other help we'll be needing but I hope you'll all pull through for the party! We get what we put in after all so let's make this a BLAST!

The Pool Party

2006-06-01T17:55:00.000+08:00

Yes, we have found GREAT venues for it. We as in the more enthusiastic and more optimistic people. You know who you are! This is SO gonna rock our year. First things first though, no 'I don't wanna get wet' business! This is a pool party! You do not come and expect to stay dry. Bikinis are highly welcome. Cute board shorts too. Any other 'getting wet' attire is EXPECTED. So, bring some extra clothes and a towel is my only advice.

So, anyhow, while the organising committee gets itself organised, I'd like to flame some people and gloat at the same time!

First off is a certain someone who's been dampening my spirit about this. I have lots of spirit so it hardly matters but it still can be felt when someone steps on my toe, ya know! Anyhow, as to your more 'rational' aka pessimistic and no-confidence views, we've upped you now! The area in mind is in Subang/Sunway. I drove there this afternoon, took me only about 15-20 minutes at speeds of 55km/h average.

I'm good at drawing maps and giving directions anyway! And if I can do it on my first try (nobody in the car knew exactly where the heck that place was), anybody with reasonable driving skills can too. Oh, there's a bus that goes there too so no worries people!

Oh, why the heck am I writing on this blog anyway? Lol. Because I'm having a one-man strike at the new blog! I dont' care if nobody reads this because publicity is going to be done by someone else. I just help with the questions and comments aka moderating. Bozu? Can publicise this blog too? Lol. (BTW, this is JUST a JOKE)

Webmasters are Sucky when they're Not You

2006-05-30T22:11:00.000+08:00

I'm a big fan of controversy actually. I don't really think it's useful or good actually (sometimes) but I really like them. It makes life interesting.

In the past few years, I've tried really hard to curb my well-known temper. Yes, VERY well known in secondary school days. I believe I've curbed it successfully too. I don't lose it too easily and it makes life easier.

Once of the best examples would be the former 1G editorial at K-T-A-R when the ed (really amusing and NOT amusing at the same time) kept changing and changing the contents and ideas for the editorial. Nyum. Somehow, the other depts didn't redo anything but the Graphics Dept had to change our work (I'm so happy my dept was so understanding) just about four or five times. No problem right?

There was actually. We had DATELINES to adhere to on all those CHANGES. And we MADE those datelines only to have either the ed or the co-ed tell us, 'Oh, sorry, we're going to have to change...'

Seriously. Was it any surprise I Resigned after I completed the Prototype? Geez. The jokers must've thought it was such a f-ing breeze to do such stuff because they never bothered to keep fighting for it to be out. In fact, I believe and KNOW that, once I resigned, the whole thing just sort of...stopped. F to the maximum degree.

Why am I complaining? I agreed to do the work. If boss wants it changed, change la. What's my problem?

I had to f-ing do all the EDITTING work for one. With three other dept eds, one ed in chief and one co-ed, you would think the job would be done. EVERY article had to be editted for simple GRAMMATICAL mistakes and spelling errors. A, even had the cheek to tell me, don't edit the 'purposeful' errors. Hello b-dy head? I'm not stupid.

Then, the mag was supposed to be 30 pages. And those f-ing i's gave me THIRTY articles exactly. More Than Half the articles didn't even reach 150 words. How the f-ing h was I suppose to make 30 pages? And the articles! Lousy! No direction given by the dept eds to their reporters and writers on what the f to write. So they wrote on stuff like...'How to Remember your Dreams'. That one was a record. only 62 words. Haha. That's ONE article for you. to be fitted into ONE page. What size font was I to use? 100? So, you guessed it, I WROTE about 9 PAGES worth of articles. PERSONALLY.

And they thought I was overreacting?!?!!?

Anyway, it's all in the past. I don't hold grudges against those people. I just think they make f-ing lousy bosses for NOT doing what their job titles entails. The 'and more' part is just an extra. They could've told us the problems they faced with finance and see what bright ideas a team of b-dy 35 people could come up with! (as it was, my graphics dept had to divide the letters of the dictionary among ourselves to think up names for the thing. what's the f-ing WRITING dept doing with a staff of 12 people compared to my 6?)

So, when bozu changed the layout suddenly after telling me his set theme and asking me to make a banner. All this memories of irritatingness rushed back and served to heighten the sensation of deja vu and, well...irritatingness.

Well, haha. I'm not taking any of the likes no more at least until I reach the working world. Hence, I wanna and I'm gonna quit being the bozu's sendiri punya lai list of 'workers'. Doesn't anybody check who's more capable before appointment? Humph.

Dead on My Feet (and still Socialising!)

2006-05-27T09:07:00.000+08:00

Heh, I'm dead tired. Pui C asked me why wasn't I out clubbing or whatever tonight (it's a Saturday!). My answer is, I'm Dead on My Feet. Think about it, class was pretty stretchy yesterday, then I had to sit in the 'peak' hour jam along Federal Highway and Sungai Besi way (surprisingly, Pandan roundabout was devoid of cars at 8pm).

Then, eat fast, took a quick shower, changed my clothing and bam, I'm on my way out again within half an hour. Partee partee! Don't mind me but, the party was a little lamo. The guests were interesting though. The house *makes an obscene moan* was gorgeous! It was N-Y-U-M! The seven feet deep man-made pond was delectable! With the cute serene waterfall at the far end and those huge koi fish...eek! It screams to me to go and admire it. And I did! (Sorry to my girlfriend Sue and Emma because I didn't take photo. F.D 3 still haunts my dreams! *rolls eyes*)

Anyhow, fast-forward! I left the part about fifteen minutes after I arrived (just as the other girls were starting to get used to noisy me! dang I wished I'd gotten the chance to know them a little better!). It's off to Subang! Then Kelvin the meanie-poo (he said something about church) didn't answer my SMS. So we went past and took the NPE (New Pantai Expressway, Emma and Linda! Geez) straight into Shah Alam to find Ikin.

Bang bang around and tada! Ikin's not home or something. Sheesh. Mean girl. Asked us to go get her and she's not to be found. (She claims her hp was off and she WAS home. oh well.) So, we bang around again and went to that funny place that has 100 types of roti canai. That day's roti was Roti...*drumroll!* TELUR! Hahahahahhaa, betcha thought I was gonna order Roti KLCC because I keep harping about it. Maybe next time, yeah? Oh, Ikin met up with us there in a bit. She's having some serious guy problems!

Bang bang! Somehow, we reach home. Oh yeah, wasn't it something, the way we kept taking all the expressways and highways (the ones with the tolls unlike FEDERAL aka PERSEKUTUAN) without having change or enough money on Ray-boy or my own TnG? Heh, gamble la! My smallest note is fifty, you know? Pay RM1.50 toll fee with it? Siao ah lu!

At least, I reached home at about...1 something? God knows what the others did. But they were tired too so guess their destination was beds too. Not the same one though! I had to pack my stuff for class tomorrow morning (aka this morning now or rather yesterday morning since it's now past midnight). My room was and still is a mess. Nichii bags around the floor, clothes strewn on everything, my books and notes and random papers were just stacked up in many little piles on my bed, practically covering it...ugh. Oh well, just sweep everything to the floor and tada, space to sleep. (Pau-chan's probably shaking her head right now) By the time I actually slept, it was about 2.30am.

This morning (sheesh, last time I'm gonna state this; THIS morning = Saturday morning aka YESTERDAY morning) woke up at five to eight. Morning business as usual. Then breakfast! Curry maifun at BBA Chuan Hupp. Nyum...nyum? The taste is there but the smell is absent, hence I only ate about slightly more than half the bowl. Then it's off to class.

I reached there about an hour plus earlier. Argh! Why isn't there anywhere to sleep in UTAR?

Class was pretty fun. I think I'm beginning to get over my anti-Chinese language attitude. I think I'm going to love it as much as Japanese. =) I can't wait to pick up brush writing again actually. No idea why. Lau Shi Lau would be so pleased with me, or not!

THEN, it's lunch and the Kelvin-Got-SUPER-Lost fiasco. (Oh, in case Bozu's still wondering, yeah, I AM MekZ) I shall not even talk about such a sad thing on my blog. I'll bitch about it later on his blog. Haha. me and Ista got lots to say about it, yeah!

I only got home about 6pm. Actually, I totally forgot I promised Wai Leng and Pui C I'd go to the art gallery opening at CENFAD with them. Oops. Luckily they SMSed to tell me they pushed back the meeting time by half an hour more. Lucky lucky!

Bang bang. And hour plus later and I'm out the door again. The art gallery was pretty cool actually! The fashion show...has some real good talent and some, to be questioned ones. But all of them really are fashion designers! To the CORE! The other arts on display were awesome. I particularly liked the Jay Chou mic stand (hope Vincent don't get big-headed yeah!), the Rive (is that right?) and a few of the architecture models on display. Big smile!

Oh, a special shoutout to that one guy I met in the section featuring designs for ads or something? I totally forgot to ask your name and I totally forgot to give you mine. That was just HOW tired I was. Socialising but forgetting the basics. ^^; I think your BAG design rawks! The t-shirt...heh. As I said, I'd buy the t-shirt just to get the bag! You'll get better! Don't be too lazy next time k! =)

What else, oh yeah. I met interesting people at that art show. I'm glad I went! I met an interesting girl too because I decided to go to the art show and she's none other than the girl who was in the car with me! Her initials are MY but I'm rather scared to type her name because I'm not sure how it's spelled!

Oh, and if anyone needs my services in writing for them, reviews, caption-writing, etc, I'm open to it! I do it willingly and VOLUNTARILY (that's what we all wanna hear hmm? free stuff) because I like it and it's a great way to meet people and connect. I'll only charge for my services when I really get better and more pro (aka more requests and the kaching kaching potential just cannot be ignored any longer).

I got back about 11 something just now. I'm seriously, dead tired. I need to do my homework tomorrow, clean up my room and sllleeeeeppppp! Today it must be done. Maybe I'll even have time to wash the car's exterior? Damn the dusty UTAR area.

It is now, ugh, 1.13am. I need to get up at 8 again.

Blogging

2006-05-25T12:46:00.000+08:00

Is one of the frustrations in life I face. Uh huh. I start one, I write a bit, and then I forget all about it. Oh, accept two 'Hidden' ones. *shrug* Whatever. Oh, Pau, I still haven't forgot my story blog. Maybe I'll release it once it's totally complete? *whenever that is*

Oh, hey, ppl. My name is *** **** but you can call me Max*** or, I prefer to use my online handle when I'm online, Memedi. You wanna add -kun, -chan, -san, -sama or -dono does not matter to me. Flames? I'm immune to them!

Anyhow, well, what am I suppose to blog about now? I have blogs galore that I'm dried out. Hmm, well, Bozu wants to start a JR blog or maybe a Just Our Bunch blog or something. Wanna use this one? I'll get working on the graphics if you want...

Seriously, doesn't anyone uses L***J******? Oh well.

Classes have begun at university. I've met lots of people *god, i'm socialising...again* who're interesting. Hmm, lecturers seem ok. English lec though, Thumbs Up!

Yes, I'm just lazy to type right now. Wait until I'm in the mood. Right now, I'm so hungry I just wanna smash the keyboard. Lunch has not arrived home yet. *sniffles*

Okay, later then.