It's Over!

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

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!

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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..

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?

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!

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

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

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)

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!

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!

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!

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

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

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)