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.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
It's been 15 Days, some Hours, Minutes and of course, Seconds.
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.
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.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
1 Utama, 1 Love
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.
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
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?
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?
Friday, October 13, 2006
Holiday at Chiang Mai, Thailand
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:
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/
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 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'.
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!
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
The Month where One is Supposed to be a Goody-2-Shoes
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!)
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!)
Thursday, September 21, 2006
If you See me then you Mean It then you Know you Have To Go.
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.
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.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Kareshi yo.
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!
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!
Saturday, September 16, 2006
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.
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.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
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.
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.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
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
If there is anyone out there who knows who the singer and title of this song is, please tell me.Friday, August 25, 2006
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! =)
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! =)
Friday, August 18, 2006
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.
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.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
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."
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...
Ah, no big news. Really. I find everything a horrendous waste of time. Nothing lasts forever.
But I do have this headache...
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
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.
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.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
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.
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.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
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!
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!
Friday, June 23, 2006
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!
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!
Sunday, June 18, 2006
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.
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?
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!
わくわく魚つソグ一ム (waku waku sakana tsungeemu*) [romaji may be wrong]
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!
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