Sometimes trying to understand certain stuff can be very confusing. Especially when the stuff you are trying to understand happens to be people.
I don't think there are any two individuals with the exact same personality and attitude in this world. Even as similar as someone can be to the other, there just has to be something that differentiate them.
Sometimes watching people is something that entertains you, yet at the same time confuses you. I don't get how some people can be with people that they don't like, but then again I don't understand why we need to be polite when all we want to do is just shout at the world or something.
I don't get how friendship that at one time seems to be able to last forever, and it just suddenly got broken just like that. Or how the attraction between two people is formed.
Maybe some things are just not meant to be understood.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Bread snatchers
I feel cheated.
That's because I just got conned off my bread at Mid Valley! Seriously.
So I just bought my bread from Bread Story, and was waiting for Zaza at the entrance. A lady with Chinese accent walked towards me and asked me whether I can speak Mandarin. Thinking that maybe she wanted to ask for direction, I said yes. Then she launched into this story about how she has no money, that the ATM is not working, and she's so hungry that she's almost dying, and asked me whether I can borrow her some money so she can eat. I told her I have no money to spare, even when she promised to give it back tomorrow. So she asked for food. Reluctantly, I gave her one of my buns (and it was one of my favourite too!) to her, thinking that she will go away, but no! Apparently China people, especially those trying to cheat girls with bread, are very "muka tembok". After I gave her that bread, she asked for another one! For a friend, who immediately walked over to introduce himself, wait, sorry, not introduce, but who came over to ask me for ANOTHER bread. Sheesh....
I tried to not give it to him, but they were so bloody annoyingly persistant, so I gave it to them, thinking that they will go away after this. Again, I was wrong. Instead of leaving, they asked me for drink. I told them I have none, apparently, they saw the fruit juice that I bought, and asked for that! The nerve of them! I told them they can't have the fruit juice, but they kept pressing for it. Finally, after God knows how many NO I said to them, they finally got the message and stopped pestering me for it. BUT, that's not the end of it. They asked for money, AGAIN! I told them repeatedly no, and when they finally left, I saw them head straight out to the taxi stand and got into a taxi. After telling me that they have no money. The nerve!
So I was kinda pissed off, and kept ranting about it to Zaza all the way home. When I reached Tiara, I ranted about it again to my housemates, and also called dad to tell him about it. Dad actually laughed at me and said let it go since they only took my bread. I called Joy to tell her about it too. She said I should be thankful that I lost RM4.30 of bread, and I agreed with her. But I just wanted to rant till I ran out of steam, and now that I did, it's actually kind of funny when I tell people that my bread got robbed by China people.
Lesson learnt then. Sigh.... *wails loudly(my breaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!)*
That's because I just got conned off my bread at Mid Valley! Seriously.
So I just bought my bread from Bread Story, and was waiting for Zaza at the entrance. A lady with Chinese accent walked towards me and asked me whether I can speak Mandarin. Thinking that maybe she wanted to ask for direction, I said yes. Then she launched into this story about how she has no money, that the ATM is not working, and she's so hungry that she's almost dying, and asked me whether I can borrow her some money so she can eat. I told her I have no money to spare, even when she promised to give it back tomorrow. So she asked for food. Reluctantly, I gave her one of my buns (and it was one of my favourite too!) to her, thinking that she will go away, but no! Apparently China people, especially those trying to cheat girls with bread, are very "muka tembok". After I gave her that bread, she asked for another one! For a friend, who immediately walked over to introduce himself, wait, sorry, not introduce, but who came over to ask me for ANOTHER bread. Sheesh....
I tried to not give it to him, but they were so bloody annoyingly persistant, so I gave it to them, thinking that they will go away after this. Again, I was wrong. Instead of leaving, they asked me for drink. I told them I have none, apparently, they saw the fruit juice that I bought, and asked for that! The nerve of them! I told them they can't have the fruit juice, but they kept pressing for it. Finally, after God knows how many NO I said to them, they finally got the message and stopped pestering me for it. BUT, that's not the end of it. They asked for money, AGAIN! I told them repeatedly no, and when they finally left, I saw them head straight out to the taxi stand and got into a taxi. After telling me that they have no money. The nerve!
So I was kinda pissed off, and kept ranting about it to Zaza all the way home. When I reached Tiara, I ranted about it again to my housemates, and also called dad to tell him about it. Dad actually laughed at me and said let it go since they only took my bread. I called Joy to tell her about it too. She said I should be thankful that I lost RM4.30 of bread, and I agreed with her. But I just wanted to rant till I ran out of steam, and now that I did, it's actually kind of funny when I tell people that my bread got robbed by China people.
Lesson learnt then. Sigh.... *wails loudly(my breaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!)*
Sunday, August 5, 2007
A hairy experience
A boring Sunday full with Linguistics, literally. Alternating between studying for Linguistic quiz (gag me) and doing Linguistics assignment (surprisingly, writing about chimpanzees is fun). Add in a few doses of chocolate and junk food, that's pretty much my Sunday.
Well, until an hour ago. The proud members of K3E, well, half of it anyways, brave the hair raising experience of becoming plumbers for the Sunday night. It all started with us discovering that our pipe in the bathroom was stuck, for when we shower, the water won't go down. Well, it will, just super slowly. It soon turned to a pretty scary experience to shower, what with all the guggling sound that the blocked pipe will make and the glimpse of mouse like thing that I saw during my peek down the black pipe. Okay, fine, so I admit that it wasn't a mouse, it was just moi blind without my specs, but nobody showers with their specs on, okay?
So, anyways, it all started with Zaza trying to unscrew the, er, the thing under the sink that supposed to trap dirts and whatsorts. Unsuccessful but not giving up, we went on search for a plunger. Borrowed one from the house on the floor below ours, but it wasn't successful because the plunger was too small. So Zaza and Amelia tried poking the hole down the pipe with disposable chopsticks. Loading the hole with water till it flooded, still, it remained stuck. Never mind, we returned it back, and borrowed another one from another house. This time, the plunger was slightly bigger, but unfortunately, it didn't help much with the situation too.
Feeling dejected, we decided to try poking the hole with a long stick. Found a suspicious looking ball of something icky. Out came the flashlight to aid our vision, and it turned out that the mouse that I saw was literally a hairball. A big one, mind you. So, the bravest of all, Amelia came to the rescue. Despite fearing that it might really turned out to be a dead mouse, Amelia bravely stuck her hand down the hole and took out the disgusting ball of hair. People, give her a round applause! That, my dear folks, is truly an act of bravery. Imagine taking out the disgusting gunk that MIGHT be a dead mouse. If it's a dead mouse it will truly be an experience that will scar us for life.
Okay, after getting rid of the disgusting hairball, we filled the hole with water again. A blue cap floated up, but after that, it was all good. The pipe isn't stuck any more. Yay!
Salute to the brave Amelia and Zaza who got themselves dirty while trying to unstuck the pipe. Your bravery shall always remain a historical moment in K3E. Cheers!
Well, until an hour ago. The proud members of K3E, well, half of it anyways, brave the hair raising experience of becoming plumbers for the Sunday night. It all started with us discovering that our pipe in the bathroom was stuck, for when we shower, the water won't go down. Well, it will, just super slowly. It soon turned to a pretty scary experience to shower, what with all the guggling sound that the blocked pipe will make and the glimpse of mouse like thing that I saw during my peek down the black pipe. Okay, fine, so I admit that it wasn't a mouse, it was just moi blind without my specs, but nobody showers with their specs on, okay?
So, anyways, it all started with Zaza trying to unscrew the, er, the thing under the sink that supposed to trap dirts and whatsorts. Unsuccessful but not giving up, we went on search for a plunger. Borrowed one from the house on the floor below ours, but it wasn't successful because the plunger was too small. So Zaza and Amelia tried poking the hole down the pipe with disposable chopsticks. Loading the hole with water till it flooded, still, it remained stuck. Never mind, we returned it back, and borrowed another one from another house. This time, the plunger was slightly bigger, but unfortunately, it didn't help much with the situation too.
Feeling dejected, we decided to try poking the hole with a long stick. Found a suspicious looking ball of something icky. Out came the flashlight to aid our vision, and it turned out that the mouse that I saw was literally a hairball. A big one, mind you. So, the bravest of all, Amelia came to the rescue. Despite fearing that it might really turned out to be a dead mouse, Amelia bravely stuck her hand down the hole and took out the disgusting ball of hair. People, give her a round applause! That, my dear folks, is truly an act of bravery. Imagine taking out the disgusting gunk that MIGHT be a dead mouse. If it's a dead mouse it will truly be an experience that will scar us for life.
Okay, after getting rid of the disgusting hairball, we filled the hole with water again. A blue cap floated up, but after that, it was all good. The pipe isn't stuck any more. Yay!
Salute to the brave Amelia and Zaza who got themselves dirty while trying to unstuck the pipe. Your bravery shall always remain a historical moment in K3E. Cheers!
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
You would never know
Grammar is slowly, but certainly, making its steady way up the list of my least favourite things. Needless to say, today's Grammar test did nothing to improve the situation.
Before I started degree, I have quite a few things that I wasn't expecting.
First of all, I didn't really expect my course to be, putting it frankly, something that I would spend quite some time convincing myself that I don't hate it. After all, I'm the one who chose to take this course. And well, after spending a lot of time, I have finally accepted that my course isn't going to, well, turn out the way that I want it to be. But still.... Grammar. Sigh. Next time if anyone critises that I'm taking a course that's not that challenging (read: suitable for people who are intellectually challenged, to put it nicely), I'm going to take my Grammar book and shove it up his/her stuck-up nose. Seriously.
Second, never judge a book by its cover. Who would have expect the girl I talked to during my first Phonetics class, who was pretty unresponsive during that time, could turn out to be quite bubbly. And that the Fantastic Four, could be very fun to be with, and came up with songs like "I'm gay, and I'm happy, but I'm still a gay"? Or the weird people in my class are actually not weird, in fact, it was those so called "normal" people that turned out to be a little unstable? All and all, I'm starting to love my class despite feeling under pressure once in a while. The fun we all have together, I really hope it continues all through three years.
Third, I didn't really expect to miss my dinner-table gang that much. Sometimes when I was eating dinner I would think about the time when we ate dinner together. The tom yam, spaghetti, and mushroom chicken rice. I missed the time when we would spent a few hours for dinner, just crapping. Now there's no more dinner-table gang. Sigh...
Lastly, I don't really expect myself to actually hang out with a smoker. It's not that I'm accepting or what, but for me who always can't stand smoke, it came as a surprise that I'm spending half of my time in uni with someone who smokes. Though luckily it's not a heavy smoker who is inconsiderate to blow smoke in people's face.
I guess, I'm changing a little and slowly accepting the new environment then.
Before I started degree, I have quite a few things that I wasn't expecting.
First of all, I didn't really expect my course to be, putting it frankly, something that I would spend quite some time convincing myself that I don't hate it. After all, I'm the one who chose to take this course. And well, after spending a lot of time, I have finally accepted that my course isn't going to, well, turn out the way that I want it to be. But still.... Grammar. Sigh. Next time if anyone critises that I'm taking a course that's not that challenging (read: suitable for people who are intellectually challenged, to put it nicely), I'm going to take my Grammar book and shove it up his/her stuck-up nose. Seriously.
Second, never judge a book by its cover. Who would have expect the girl I talked to during my first Phonetics class, who was pretty unresponsive during that time, could turn out to be quite bubbly. And that the Fantastic Four, could be very fun to be with, and came up with songs like "I'm gay, and I'm happy, but I'm still a gay"? Or the weird people in my class are actually not weird, in fact, it was those so called "normal" people that turned out to be a little unstable? All and all, I'm starting to love my class despite feeling under pressure once in a while. The fun we all have together, I really hope it continues all through three years.
Third, I didn't really expect to miss my dinner-table gang that much. Sometimes when I was eating dinner I would think about the time when we ate dinner together. The tom yam, spaghetti, and mushroom chicken rice. I missed the time when we would spent a few hours for dinner, just crapping. Now there's no more dinner-table gang. Sigh...
Lastly, I don't really expect myself to actually hang out with a smoker. It's not that I'm accepting or what, but for me who always can't stand smoke, it came as a surprise that I'm spending half of my time in uni with someone who smokes. Though luckily it's not a heavy smoker who is inconsiderate to blow smoke in people's face.
I guess, I'm changing a little and slowly accepting the new environment then.
Monday, July 16, 2007
The day after
I take things like friendship and promises seriously. Don't even kid with me when it comes to those two things.
I'm not an attention whore, seriously, but broken promises, to hell with you. If you can't make it, don't promise it! If you say so, mean it!
Anyways, to all my friends who remembered my birthday, and actually took a little time off their day to wish me, thank you very much. It's little gesture like this that makes me feel special and loved. It's little gesture like this that reminds me that there's so much more to life.
Thank you! With lots of hugs and love :)
I'm not an attention whore, seriously, but broken promises, to hell with you. If you can't make it, don't promise it! If you say so, mean it!
Anyways, to all my friends who remembered my birthday, and actually took a little time off their day to wish me, thank you very much. It's little gesture like this that makes me feel special and loved. It's little gesture like this that reminds me that there's so much more to life.
Thank you! With lots of hugs and love :)
Thursday, July 12, 2007
An early bday celebration
An early celebration of my birthday by housemates made the whole day of enduring Phonetics totally worth it. After class today, went to SS2 with my housemates and another couple of friends to have dinner. Well, I have no idea they planned a surprise for me. I was stunned, really.
When we got back, and I was halfway through online-ing, Zaza came into the room and told me to try on a light blue top that her aunt bought her but with the size too small, or so she said. I was a little weird out at first, because it was kind of funny for her aunt to buy clothes for her but the wrong size, since her aunt always bought clothes for her, and should have known her size by now, but she insisted that I try it on. So feeling weird out, I tried it on and when I opened the door, I was ambushed by the one and only Lynda Leong, who almost robbed me off my first kiss. If she is a couple more inches taller, I would literally kiss my first kiss goodbye.
So when I stepped out into the hallway, I saw my housemates with a cake in their hands. So they started singing birthday song to me, and all the while I was stunned and thinking, "Hey, today isn't my birthday." And continued to stare at the cake while they sang.
Okay, after finished singing they handed me the cake. So I went "Er, my birthday isn't today." And they told me that they decided to celebrate it early for I might be going back for the weekend. Isn't that sweet of them? The cake was delicious, mocha cake. They made me think of a wish and also take the candle out using my mouth before cutting the cake. But I'm seriously touched that they even want to help me celebrate my birthday, even if it's three days earlier. And the top is pretty too. See, I have a new top now.
Thanks, guys, that's really sweet and thoughtful of you all. I really, really, really appreciated it.
When we got back, and I was halfway through online-ing, Zaza came into the room and told me to try on a light blue top that her aunt bought her but with the size too small, or so she said. I was a little weird out at first, because it was kind of funny for her aunt to buy clothes for her but the wrong size, since her aunt always bought clothes for her, and should have known her size by now, but she insisted that I try it on. So feeling weird out, I tried it on and when I opened the door, I was ambushed by the one and only Lynda Leong, who almost robbed me off my first kiss. If she is a couple more inches taller, I would literally kiss my first kiss goodbye.
So when I stepped out into the hallway, I saw my housemates with a cake in their hands. So they started singing birthday song to me, and all the while I was stunned and thinking, "Hey, today isn't my birthday." And continued to stare at the cake while they sang.
Okay, after finished singing they handed me the cake. So I went "Er, my birthday isn't today." And they told me that they decided to celebrate it early for I might be going back for the weekend. Isn't that sweet of them? The cake was delicious, mocha cake. They made me think of a wish and also take the candle out using my mouth before cutting the cake. But I'm seriously touched that they even want to help me celebrate my birthday, even if it's three days earlier. And the top is pretty too. See, I have a new top now.
Thanks, guys, that's really sweet and thoughtful of you all. I really, really, really appreciated it.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Some place in this world...
Sometimes I think that we are all too self absorbed. Myself included.
And there's a reason why I don't like reading newspaper. Because the world doesn't offer any comfort, usually it will always be some horrible news, like a small girl gone missing after her mum left for like ten minutes, or some suicide bomber who caused the death of (insert number here) people. OR how the earth is slowly but surely declining, cause we are just selfish jerks who couldn't care less about the ozone layer or the forest.
Well... About two hours ago, I was on the bus, waiting for it to go at the traffic light when I noticed this bug buzzing outside the window. Call it extreme boredom, and I was like "Hey, the bug has really pretty wings!" And when I reached home, I started reading newspaper, and saw this news about bombs and the sorts. Depressing, I know, but I have to search for an article for my Mass Com assignment. I'm not sure what to do anyway, but supposedly I am supposed to compare a hard news that local newspaper reported on and also the same hard news but reported by a foreign newspaper. Weird... but I'm not the one who came up with the question.
So, feeling hardworking for once, I decided to go online to search for the same news. Except that what I found is, 100 plus people were killed in a case of suicide bomber. And it happened about the same time when I was going "Hey, the bug has really nice wings!" I don't know how accurate I'm being, but it leads me to thinking, most of us are actually so blessed that we don't realise that we are blessed.
Think of it this way...
When you are complaining and bitching about your study, like when I am about my Phonetics and Grammar, some place in this world, there are kids hoping and praying that they have the chance to study.
When you are fighting off the craving for chocolate and ice-cream, have you ever wondered how many people out there actually wish they have something to eat, whatever it is?
When you are bored out of your mind, wanting to do something but too lazy to do something, what about the people at some other place in this world, struggling on with life?
When you are thinking whether you should spend your hundred bucks on CD and new top, what about some other people trying hard to make the end meets?
I don't know.... I just suddenly thought that most of us don't realised how blessed we are actually. Myself included, I guess.
And there's a reason why I don't like reading newspaper. Because the world doesn't offer any comfort, usually it will always be some horrible news, like a small girl gone missing after her mum left for like ten minutes, or some suicide bomber who caused the death of (insert number here) people. OR how the earth is slowly but surely declining, cause we are just selfish jerks who couldn't care less about the ozone layer or the forest.
Well... About two hours ago, I was on the bus, waiting for it to go at the traffic light when I noticed this bug buzzing outside the window. Call it extreme boredom, and I was like "Hey, the bug has really pretty wings!" And when I reached home, I started reading newspaper, and saw this news about bombs and the sorts. Depressing, I know, but I have to search for an article for my Mass Com assignment. I'm not sure what to do anyway, but supposedly I am supposed to compare a hard news that local newspaper reported on and also the same hard news but reported by a foreign newspaper. Weird... but I'm not the one who came up with the question.
So, feeling hardworking for once, I decided to go online to search for the same news. Except that what I found is, 100 plus people were killed in a case of suicide bomber. And it happened about the same time when I was going "Hey, the bug has really nice wings!" I don't know how accurate I'm being, but it leads me to thinking, most of us are actually so blessed that we don't realise that we are blessed.
Think of it this way...
When you are complaining and bitching about your study, like when I am about my Phonetics and Grammar, some place in this world, there are kids hoping and praying that they have the chance to study.
When you are fighting off the craving for chocolate and ice-cream, have you ever wondered how many people out there actually wish they have something to eat, whatever it is?
When you are bored out of your mind, wanting to do something but too lazy to do something, what about the people at some other place in this world, struggling on with life?
When you are thinking whether you should spend your hundred bucks on CD and new top, what about some other people trying hard to make the end meets?
I don't know.... I just suddenly thought that most of us don't realised how blessed we are actually. Myself included, I guess.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
The music addict
I figured I might never excel in Phonetics. It's not that I'm stupid, I believe that by practicing, of course I will improve in my Phonetics. But the thing is, I realised, is that I'm too much of a music addict to actually put aside some time to practice my Phonetics. And if you are thinking what kind of excuse is that, let me elaborate.
All this while, I study with my music on. I have always been the kind to be able to multitask, in this case, listening to music and studying at the same time. Music won't bother me or break my concentration when I'm studying, and in fact, I use music to help me concentrate better. Seriously. So do you realise the problem now? I'm so used to having music when studying that I have no idea what to do when I need to study without music. Cause for Phonetics, I can't really just start practicing without my Phonetics CD. But the thought of studying without my music is just so depressing. And I can't really focus.
So which leads me to.... I'm doomed. I realised this after I sorta made a promise to myself that I will practice my Phonetics since I was dozing off in tutorial today. And we have sorta mini test thingy starting next week. It's going to contribute to my coursework marks, and though I said that since I have no scholarship already, I don't have to feel the pressure to score good grades, but then again I couldn't possibly just let my grades drop down to six feet under, can I?
Sigh... I guess I will just have to bear with it. Even if I absolutely hate sacrificing my music time for Phonetics. Soon. Soon! I will practice my Phonetics. Hopefully it's sooner than later.
All this while, I study with my music on. I have always been the kind to be able to multitask, in this case, listening to music and studying at the same time. Music won't bother me or break my concentration when I'm studying, and in fact, I use music to help me concentrate better. Seriously. So do you realise the problem now? I'm so used to having music when studying that I have no idea what to do when I need to study without music. Cause for Phonetics, I can't really just start practicing without my Phonetics CD. But the thought of studying without my music is just so depressing. And I can't really focus.
So which leads me to.... I'm doomed. I realised this after I sorta made a promise to myself that I will practice my Phonetics since I was dozing off in tutorial today. And we have sorta mini test thingy starting next week. It's going to contribute to my coursework marks, and though I said that since I have no scholarship already, I don't have to feel the pressure to score good grades, but then again I couldn't possibly just let my grades drop down to six feet under, can I?
Sigh... I guess I will just have to bear with it. Even if I absolutely hate sacrificing my music time for Phonetics. Soon. Soon! I will practice my Phonetics. Hopefully it's sooner than later.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
The reading room
So there's a quiz later, and my friends and I got bored of the canteen because of the delicious aroma of oil (gag me), heat, and also noise. We proceeded to the reading room after eating, as my friend said, cause it was too noisy to study in canteen, and I bit down a sarcastic remark that probably reading room is going to be as noisy too.
And lo behold! Hey, I'm not sarcastic, I'm just being truthful. I remembered there's this one time when I went cruising in the car with my mum and my bro. So we passed by this road, where there are a few petrol stations along the road, and for odd reasons, birds stay there for the night. Everyday without fail. And you wouldn't believe the noise they made. For tiny creatures, those black birds can really make a big noise. They put those loud speakers to shame with their noisy chirpings, and they aren't even using any technology to enhance their chirps.
If you are asking what has those birds got to do with the reading room, yeah well, while I was pathetically trying to focus on the notes, I kinda made a connection between the noise the people in the reading room made with the birds. And you were like, "What?!" Yeah, that's how I feel. I don't know. I'm not blaming them because I really was too lazy to study anyway, or else I wouldn't be rambling on and on about birds and noise here, but what I find fascinating is that the room is called a reading room, instead, people seem to go there for a chat. A loud, noisy one, nevertheless.
So sue me, cause I might be too chatty and noisy for my own good once in a while. But really, maybe the room should be called chatting room, or room of noise instead of reading room. Cause it's so obvious people who went in there are for a chat, and also to escape the heat outside. Possible some place with air con, but since the library isn't meant for talking, the reading room it is then.
And lo behold! Hey, I'm not sarcastic, I'm just being truthful. I remembered there's this one time when I went cruising in the car with my mum and my bro. So we passed by this road, where there are a few petrol stations along the road, and for odd reasons, birds stay there for the night. Everyday without fail. And you wouldn't believe the noise they made. For tiny creatures, those black birds can really make a big noise. They put those loud speakers to shame with their noisy chirpings, and they aren't even using any technology to enhance their chirps.
If you are asking what has those birds got to do with the reading room, yeah well, while I was pathetically trying to focus on the notes, I kinda made a connection between the noise the people in the reading room made with the birds. And you were like, "What?!" Yeah, that's how I feel. I don't know. I'm not blaming them because I really was too lazy to study anyway, or else I wouldn't be rambling on and on about birds and noise here, but what I find fascinating is that the room is called a reading room, instead, people seem to go there for a chat. A loud, noisy one, nevertheless.
So sue me, cause I might be too chatty and noisy for my own good once in a while. But really, maybe the room should be called chatting room, or room of noise instead of reading room. Cause it's so obvious people who went in there are for a chat, and also to escape the heat outside. Possible some place with air con, but since the library isn't meant for talking, the reading room it is then.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Attention span... short
I have short attention span... on second thought, make it very, very, VERY short. It's not the first time I came to this conclusion, rest assured. Even back then in high school, with Mr. Anba, who happened to be my favourite, favourite teacher, teaching my favourite, favourite subject, I didn't pay 100% attention to him. And that just proves how well I can concentrate.
Which isn't as funny as it sounds because when you realised that your assignments are almost due, and there are a few midterms around the corner, and you know nothing on everything, well, you will start wishing that you have longer attention span. Maybe with that I can do better in class. I don't know.
Oh well... like I said, I have an assignment due tomorrow. Me and my gang are trying hard to make it reach 2000 words, but unfortunately, my brain is going on strike now. Good job, brain, ya know I always love you. And not to mention that I have a quiz on Tuesday, and surprise surprise, I have no clue what I'm supposed to be quizzed on. Oh well....
And also the other assignments, which I don't really have any idea of. Well... maybe the littlest idea, but I really should get going on getting some idea on them. Oh yeah, what did I say about attention span? I was supposed to be telling about yesterday's seminar, which I promptly started to doze off like five minutes after it started, due to sleepiness and also the coolness of the room. But then again, since I dozed off, I guess I don't really have anything much to talk about other than to complain about how we were made to go at 8 o'clock in the morning.
By the way, there's this story about my disastrous Friday in teddiesbooz. Go have a look and laugh yourself silly. I'm too lazy to post the same thing here.
Which isn't as funny as it sounds because when you realised that your assignments are almost due, and there are a few midterms around the corner, and you know nothing on everything, well, you will start wishing that you have longer attention span. Maybe with that I can do better in class. I don't know.
Oh well... like I said, I have an assignment due tomorrow. Me and my gang are trying hard to make it reach 2000 words, but unfortunately, my brain is going on strike now. Good job, brain, ya know I always love you. And not to mention that I have a quiz on Tuesday, and surprise surprise, I have no clue what I'm supposed to be quizzed on. Oh well....
And also the other assignments, which I don't really have any idea of. Well... maybe the littlest idea, but I really should get going on getting some idea on them. Oh yeah, what did I say about attention span? I was supposed to be telling about yesterday's seminar, which I promptly started to doze off like five minutes after it started, due to sleepiness and also the coolness of the room. But then again, since I dozed off, I guess I don't really have anything much to talk about other than to complain about how we were made to go at 8 o'clock in the morning.
By the way, there's this story about my disastrous Friday in teddiesbooz. Go have a look and laugh yourself silly. I'm too lazy to post the same thing here.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
The summary of life... found in forwarded email
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge..mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you bend down to tie your shoe laces you wonder what else you can dowhile you're down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chairthat you once gotfrom a roller coaster.
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.
THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:
1) You believe in Santa Claus.
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.
SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . . not piddling in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . . having friends.
At age 17 success is . . having a drivers license.
At age 35 success is . . having money.
At age 50 success is . . . having money.
At age 70 success is . .. . having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is . . . having friends.
At age 80 success is . . . not piddling in your pants.
Disclaimer: I did not come up with all these, so I'm not taking any credit for this. Peace!
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge..mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you bend down to tie your shoe laces you wonder what else you can dowhile you're down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chairthat you once gotfrom a roller coaster.
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.
THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:
1) You believe in Santa Claus.
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.
SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . . not piddling in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . . having friends.
At age 17 success is . . having a drivers license.
At age 35 success is . . having money.
At age 50 success is . . . having money.
At age 70 success is . .. . having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is . . . having friends.
At age 80 success is . . . not piddling in your pants.
Disclaimer: I did not come up with all these, so I'm not taking any credit for this. Peace!
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Phonetics and phonology
"I've never liked Maths."
"Is that what you hear? Class, do you agree?"
A few students dutifully shook their heads.
"How many of you hear 'I never liked Maths'?" And everyone shot his or her hand up into the air.
With a look, Miss Yoges looked at me. "So what does that mean?"
"That I have hearing problem?"
Laughter.
Okay.... so I screwed up again in Phonetics class. Again. No biggie. After all, look at it this way, at least I will remember my mistakes. Though maybe it's more like I really have hearing problem that pronounciation problem in the above situation.
But you know what? I have finally decided to stop feeling sorry for myself that I don't really catch Phonetics. So what I screwed up all the time? So what I made a fool of myself all the time? Hey, I'm taking this course to learn something new, not learn something that I already know of. That will just be a waste of time even if I will be able to breeze through classes with no humiliation whatsoever.
Fine, exaggeration. There's nothing wrong in making mistakes. But I have learnt my lesson. Wallowing in self pity isn't going to make me an expert in Phonetics overnight. What I need is a lot of practice and revising. And so are the other subjects if I want to achieve good result.
So... well, I guess I just want to say thanks and sorry to my dear friends who I have unloading all of my self pity on them. Joy, you should have slapped me when I was being all depressed and self pitying, but I know you love me too much to do that. Haha. Well, sorry for making you worry. I'm quite optimistic now. Just remind me once in a while about my new resolution about being hardworking.
"Is that what you hear? Class, do you agree?"
A few students dutifully shook their heads.
"How many of you hear 'I never liked Maths'?" And everyone shot his or her hand up into the air.
With a look, Miss Yoges looked at me. "So what does that mean?"
"That I have hearing problem?"
Laughter.
Okay.... so I screwed up again in Phonetics class. Again. No biggie. After all, look at it this way, at least I will remember my mistakes. Though maybe it's more like I really have hearing problem that pronounciation problem in the above situation.
But you know what? I have finally decided to stop feeling sorry for myself that I don't really catch Phonetics. So what I screwed up all the time? So what I made a fool of myself all the time? Hey, I'm taking this course to learn something new, not learn something that I already know of. That will just be a waste of time even if I will be able to breeze through classes with no humiliation whatsoever.
Fine, exaggeration. There's nothing wrong in making mistakes. But I have learnt my lesson. Wallowing in self pity isn't going to make me an expert in Phonetics overnight. What I need is a lot of practice and revising. And so are the other subjects if I want to achieve good result.
So... well, I guess I just want to say thanks and sorry to my dear friends who I have unloading all of my self pity on them. Joy, you should have slapped me when I was being all depressed and self pitying, but I know you love me too much to do that. Haha. Well, sorry for making you worry. I'm quite optimistic now. Just remind me once in a while about my new resolution about being hardworking.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
The shopaholic
The shopaholic in me demands that I buy Maroon 5, Mika, Rihanna, Jojo, and of course, Linkin Park's CD. The shopaholic in me insists that I need another 5 pair of earrings, 1o new skirts, and 20 new tops. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but you get my point.
The thing is, like most females out there, I become a shopaholic once in a while. Especially when there's sales going on. Even if I will be shopping alone.
What's a better way to spend my free day other than going to the mall. Heck, just two hours of shopping and I have already gotten two new tops. Sigh... and all the amount of money that I have spent. I know I shouldn't.... but they are so pretty! I was supposed to be doing grocery shopping, okay, more like junkfood hunting, but still, all I managed to get are the two tops and some things from Watsons and googles and swimming cap. I would have continued shopping if I don't have my Japanese class.
Ah.... if only I have infinity amount of money to spend.
The thing is, like most females out there, I become a shopaholic once in a while. Especially when there's sales going on. Even if I will be shopping alone.
What's a better way to spend my free day other than going to the mall. Heck, just two hours of shopping and I have already gotten two new tops. Sigh... and all the amount of money that I have spent. I know I shouldn't.... but they are so pretty! I was supposed to be doing grocery shopping, okay, more like junkfood hunting, but still, all I managed to get are the two tops and some things from Watsons and googles and swimming cap. I would have continued shopping if I don't have my Japanese class.
Ah.... if only I have infinity amount of money to spend.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
The unpleasantness magnet
Dear folks, I have come to the conclusion that I have a weird ability to attract all sorts of unpleasantness. After tiring myself out from yesterday's four and a half hour journey back to BP, (yes, because I was stuck in a traffic jam in KL) I reached this conclusion. It's not just a day's matter, but what have accumulated from what I have experienced since this beginning of degree year.
Let's see. When I first moved into Tiara, I seem to become the favorite victim of those friendly mozzies. It seems that they really, really, really like me, and intend to get as close to me as possible, by leaving bites all over me. And no, it's not fun, duh, but mosquitoes repellent works good enough. In fact, I have already grown used to that smell.
Other than being able to attract mosquitoes like no other, I seem to attract a lot of smokers too. Either that or Malaysia is just overpopulated with smokers. Everywhere I go, every corner that I saw, every direction that I turn, there just HAVE to be smokers. Just like the journey back yesterday. I just have to be the unlucky one to sit behind the driver. Who just smokes all the way through traffic jam. How nice is that. I'm sure he knows just how much I appreciate his efforts in killing my lungs.
Seriously, why, oh why, can't I be a magnet for, let's say, eye candies?
Let's see. When I first moved into Tiara, I seem to become the favorite victim of those friendly mozzies. It seems that they really, really, really like me, and intend to get as close to me as possible, by leaving bites all over me. And no, it's not fun, duh, but mosquitoes repellent works good enough. In fact, I have already grown used to that smell.
Other than being able to attract mosquitoes like no other, I seem to attract a lot of smokers too. Either that or Malaysia is just overpopulated with smokers. Everywhere I go, every corner that I saw, every direction that I turn, there just HAVE to be smokers. Just like the journey back yesterday. I just have to be the unlucky one to sit behind the driver. Who just smokes all the way through traffic jam. How nice is that. I'm sure he knows just how much I appreciate his efforts in killing my lungs.
Seriously, why, oh why, can't I be a magnet for, let's say, eye candies?
Monday, June 11, 2007
The drama in Pengajian Malaysia
Today was a fun day in Pengajian Malaysia. Miss Azlili asked us to do a drama based on the first chapter of Pengajian Malaysia. The first chapter is just a boring old story, the history about how Tanah Melayu was being "jajah" and sorts by the Portugese, British and Japanese. Miss Azlili divided us into two groups. One was the penjajah group, while the other is the orang tempatan group. My group was the penjajah group, or as she called, "the orang jahat". And in this group, we are divided again into four groups, which are Portugis, Belanda, British, and Japan.
See, the thing is, I wasn't exactly thrilled about this drama. Lecture might be boring, but drama is something that I don't really do in the spur of the moment. In fact, I don't think I can do well at all. But I digress, so back to the topic. We were crapping all the time when we were supposed to be discussing. My group was supposed to be Belanda, and we sorta attacked the Portugis. It was hilarious. In fact, the whole drama was hilarious. What with us spending more time laughing than actually acting, and also those that stumbled over their words, which brought a different meaning than the supposedly intended. Overall, it can be considered as a fun class.
After the class, Lynda and I went to pasar malam with few of our classmates. Turns out that they are quite okay to hang out with. So maybe my classmates aren't as bad as I thought. I look forward to see more fun in class.
See, the thing is, I wasn't exactly thrilled about this drama. Lecture might be boring, but drama is something that I don't really do in the spur of the moment. In fact, I don't think I can do well at all. But I digress, so back to the topic. We were crapping all the time when we were supposed to be discussing. My group was supposed to be Belanda, and we sorta attacked the Portugis. It was hilarious. In fact, the whole drama was hilarious. What with us spending more time laughing than actually acting, and also those that stumbled over their words, which brought a different meaning than the supposedly intended. Overall, it can be considered as a fun class.
After the class, Lynda and I went to pasar malam with few of our classmates. Turns out that they are quite okay to hang out with. So maybe my classmates aren't as bad as I thought. I look forward to see more fun in class.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Yesterday and today
We first start off with Wednesday, because I was too lazy to blog about it yesterday and also I kinda hit depression by the time I got the time to sit down and face my laptop. And since there's something I wanted to blabble about, so I shall.
So, yesterday Zaza and I went to Section 14 to pay our apartment's rental and to send my handphone to hospital. Well, there's nothing really interesting about the main reasons why we went to Section 14, but while waiting for bus, we realised that Malaysians are actually very brave people. Right in front of us there's this overhead bridge, but ironically, so many people chose to ignore the existance of the overhead bridge and risk their life by crossing the road without it. It's not even down the road or anything. It's right at the spot where they crossed the road. Well, I'm sure it's really difficult to climb one or two flights of stairs.
We got so distracted by those people (we were observing and counting), that we got on the wrong bus when the bus came. We took for granted that there's only going to be T628 going by the road, but instead we took U88. And I was thinking "Hey, T628 goes to Damansara?" when I was in the bus. Which is when I realised that we have taken the wrong bus. Luckily, the bus did go to SS2, so Zaza and I went down the SS2 bus stop and had lunch there before taking Metro 12 back to our uni.
I went to attend my Japanese class after Drama and Public Speaking Club's meeting. I was alone. It was kinda depressing cause the students all seem to do their homework, while I, well, as usual, didn't really revise at all. I think I will start it soon.
Today I have Phonetics and Phonology the whole day. It was better than the first week, but I'm still having trouble with the phonemic alphabets. And my braces isn't really helping much either. I'm kind of considering to be hardworking for once, but we all know how long that's going to last.
After P&P it was Intro to Mass Com. It was this tutorial that makes me hope, though I don't really dare to hope too much, that my tutorial classmates can be fun too. It appears that most of my classmates are dramatic homo sapiens sapiens. It's like we all love to act and exaggerate things.
Oh well, actually things are looking brighter, even if it's just a little, after Joy enlightened me with her words. Which leads me to my little confession, what am I going to do without her to talk senses into my head when my brain went MIA? Lol.
So, yesterday Zaza and I went to Section 14 to pay our apartment's rental and to send my handphone to hospital. Well, there's nothing really interesting about the main reasons why we went to Section 14, but while waiting for bus, we realised that Malaysians are actually very brave people. Right in front of us there's this overhead bridge, but ironically, so many people chose to ignore the existance of the overhead bridge and risk their life by crossing the road without it. It's not even down the road or anything. It's right at the spot where they crossed the road. Well, I'm sure it's really difficult to climb one or two flights of stairs.
We got so distracted by those people (we were observing and counting), that we got on the wrong bus when the bus came. We took for granted that there's only going to be T628 going by the road, but instead we took U88. And I was thinking "Hey, T628 goes to Damansara?" when I was in the bus. Which is when I realised that we have taken the wrong bus. Luckily, the bus did go to SS2, so Zaza and I went down the SS2 bus stop and had lunch there before taking Metro 12 back to our uni.
I went to attend my Japanese class after Drama and Public Speaking Club's meeting. I was alone. It was kinda depressing cause the students all seem to do their homework, while I, well, as usual, didn't really revise at all. I think I will start it soon.
Today I have Phonetics and Phonology the whole day. It was better than the first week, but I'm still having trouble with the phonemic alphabets. And my braces isn't really helping much either. I'm kind of considering to be hardworking for once, but we all know how long that's going to last.
After P&P it was Intro to Mass Com. It was this tutorial that makes me hope, though I don't really dare to hope too much, that my tutorial classmates can be fun too. It appears that most of my classmates are dramatic homo sapiens sapiens. It's like we all love to act and exaggerate things.
Oh well, actually things are looking brighter, even if it's just a little, after Joy enlightened me with her words. Which leads me to my little confession, what am I going to do without her to talk senses into my head when my brain went MIA? Lol.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
A new semester
This new sem spells a new beginning. First, I have moved out of dreadful MC, where I don't have laggy connection. And where I have to pay such a high rate for such a stupid connection. But despite the rental, honestly, MC is so much more convenient. Really.
Moving in Tiara Damansara first reminded me how much junk I have stored over a year in my small MC room. Seriously, I was horrified beyond belief when I finished packing. I think I shocked my dad to momentarily speechless state when I took all my stuffs down to be transferred to Tiara Damansara.
When I first came back to Tiara Damansara, I was honestly bored to tears. There's no TV, no internet. After lazying around in the house for three weeks, it was sheer hell to not have anything to corrupt my already rotting brain. Haha. And I don't even have food to satisfy my taste bud. But, well, this is PJ, people. Of course I took the initiative to go shop for junk food. So now I'm officially a chocoholic again. Not so much of rehabilation actually when I went back for holiday. (Read: mum was there)
First day at uni, and we had Pengajian Malaysia. Geez... thrills and excitement. It was back to high school and learning all those Sejarah Melayu. God help me, I have only had my first class and I already have my 10% assessment. And it's a Malay essay and gosh... all I can say is that I have returned all the BM stuff to Madam Teng. It's due next week. Hopeless... I really have no idea what to do. I don't think I can write a decent essay, probably back to those kind of essay I wrote in standard 3. Ah... the horrors. But luckily, the lecturer has a dry sense of humour that I find amusing. Hopefully her dry sense of humour doesn't evaporate though.
Today we have Intro to Linguistics. It was fun, and the class has more people than I expected. They all look nice and friendly, except for the "Fantastic Four" that scares the wits out of me. Nah... exaggeration. I still have my wits, thank God for that. It's just that they kinda look so serious, but probably it's just me. And probably it's because Meryll told me that the one with the long LONG hair is freaking brilliant in English. Shivers....
Tomorrow we have no class though. Which is a bummer because I wish that it's Friday or Monday that we have no class. But I guess I shouldn't complain. It's better to have a day off than none at all.
Moving in Tiara Damansara first reminded me how much junk I have stored over a year in my small MC room. Seriously, I was horrified beyond belief when I finished packing. I think I shocked my dad to momentarily speechless state when I took all my stuffs down to be transferred to Tiara Damansara.
When I first came back to Tiara Damansara, I was honestly bored to tears. There's no TV, no internet. After lazying around in the house for three weeks, it was sheer hell to not have anything to corrupt my already rotting brain. Haha. And I don't even have food to satisfy my taste bud. But, well, this is PJ, people. Of course I took the initiative to go shop for junk food. So now I'm officially a chocoholic again. Not so much of rehabilation actually when I went back for holiday. (Read: mum was there)
First day at uni, and we had Pengajian Malaysia. Geez... thrills and excitement. It was back to high school and learning all those Sejarah Melayu. God help me, I have only had my first class and I already have my 10% assessment. And it's a Malay essay and gosh... all I can say is that I have returned all the BM stuff to Madam Teng. It's due next week. Hopeless... I really have no idea what to do. I don't think I can write a decent essay, probably back to those kind of essay I wrote in standard 3. Ah... the horrors. But luckily, the lecturer has a dry sense of humour that I find amusing. Hopefully her dry sense of humour doesn't evaporate though.
Today we have Intro to Linguistics. It was fun, and the class has more people than I expected. They all look nice and friendly, except for the "Fantastic Four" that scares the wits out of me. Nah... exaggeration. I still have my wits, thank God for that. It's just that they kinda look so serious, but probably it's just me. And probably it's because Meryll told me that the one with the long LONG hair is freaking brilliant in English. Shivers....
Tomorrow we have no class though. Which is a bummer because I wish that it's Friday or Monday that we have no class. But I guess I shouldn't complain. It's better to have a day off than none at all.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Such is the life of no internet
Boredom... is the only word. Seriously, if I can rot to death from boredom, I think there wouldn't even be any left evidence of my existance since I came back to PJ on thursday last week. It was soooooooo boring at Tiara Damansara. We have no internet, no TV, no nothing! We can't even cook. And the public transport isn't that reliable.
Even though I'm reluctant to admit, I think I might be a little bit of an internet addict. Or maybe it's just the boredom. But I'm so used to having internet that when I can't online, I can't really think of anything else to do. And my brain's too dead (read: I'm too lazy) to comprehend anything that I have read. Well... and I really did have a few books waiting for me to finish it. Sigh...
Today I helped out at the orientation. It wasn't interesting to say, quite pretty close to boring, but hey, I killed my whole morning already (and sacrificed the whole morning when I could be sleeping my wits off). It was pretty easy job, just stand there and give out goodies, which I kinda think it's not that much. Oh well....
Maybe I should go take up language class. An option, but there's nobody into the idea of taking it. I could go alone, but it depends.
Even though I'm reluctant to admit, I think I might be a little bit of an internet addict. Or maybe it's just the boredom. But I'm so used to having internet that when I can't online, I can't really think of anything else to do. And my brain's too dead (read: I'm too lazy) to comprehend anything that I have read. Well... and I really did have a few books waiting for me to finish it. Sigh...
Today I helped out at the orientation. It wasn't interesting to say, quite pretty close to boring, but hey, I killed my whole morning already (and sacrificed the whole morning when I could be sleeping my wits off). It was pretty easy job, just stand there and give out goodies, which I kinda think it's not that much. Oh well....
Maybe I should go take up language class. An option, but there's nobody into the idea of taking it. I could go alone, but it depends.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
A lost earring
I came back from Genting with nothing much but a lost earring. Not a pair, but one. It was quite an ordinary pair of earrings, but I treasure them all the same. Because the earrings were given to me by a friend I once considered dear to me. Funny how things work out. I have lost this earrings, either one of this pair, for countless of times, yet this time I'm never finding the lost one back. Because it was lost somewhere in Genting. I can't possibly go back just to find one earring.
It was sorta sad. Really. Sometimes I wish things worked out better though. I'm not sure what have happened. Probably if I have asked, maybe things wouldn't end this way. I didn't ask, I just stopped caring because it hurt so bad back then. To have a dear friend ignoring you as though you are a pebble on the road. I haven't wore this pair of earrings since the fallout with this friend, and funnily enough, after I finally decided that can wear this pair of earrings without feeling sad over it, one of it got lost. Ah... the ironies.
Oh well... what's done done. I could approach this friend and ask what have happened, but... Yeaps, there's always a but.
It was sorta sad. Really. Sometimes I wish things worked out better though. I'm not sure what have happened. Probably if I have asked, maybe things wouldn't end this way. I didn't ask, I just stopped caring because it hurt so bad back then. To have a dear friend ignoring you as though you are a pebble on the road. I haven't wore this pair of earrings since the fallout with this friend, and funnily enough, after I finally decided that can wear this pair of earrings without feeling sad over it, one of it got lost. Ah... the ironies.
Oh well... what's done done. I could approach this friend and ask what have happened, but... Yeaps, there's always a but.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Spiderman 3
And after almost dying of boredom for staying too long in the house, I finally managed to get out of the house to watch Spiderman 3 with my sis. Not that I didn't go out, just staying in the house like some poor, lonely hermit, but hey, it gets tiring when you did nothing except online, watch TV, eat, sleep. And maybe a little houswork, but ignore that. I'm practically rotting from boredom, and I can feel my braincells dying from the lack of use.
The first attempt to watch Spiderman 3 went down the drain when my sis and I arrived at the cinema to find that the tickets are all sold out. Bah... annoying, and it made me lose my chance to watch Heroes. And today, I finally managed to watch it. It was kinda disappointing though. I was kinda eager to watch, excited, because I have never been a big fan of Spiderman, or any other guys in skin tight suits, ugh, but the preview looked so damn nice. So I went around bugging people to watch with me, and ah well, it just isn't as great as I expect.
But at least I bought a book. I can't wait to read it. I think it will be good. It's called "Honk, if you're Malaysian" by Lydia Teh. Hopefully this book will help me ease my sem break boredom. It seems promising, witty and funny yet truthful. We'll see.
The first attempt to watch Spiderman 3 went down the drain when my sis and I arrived at the cinema to find that the tickets are all sold out. Bah... annoying, and it made me lose my chance to watch Heroes. And today, I finally managed to watch it. It was kinda disappointing though. I was kinda eager to watch, excited, because I have never been a big fan of Spiderman, or any other guys in skin tight suits, ugh, but the preview looked so damn nice. So I went around bugging people to watch with me, and ah well, it just isn't as great as I expect.
But at least I bought a book. I can't wait to read it. I think it will be good. It's called "Honk, if you're Malaysian" by Lydia Teh. Hopefully this book will help me ease my sem break boredom. It seems promising, witty and funny yet truthful. We'll see.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
A Saturday at KLCC
Spent a enjoyable Saturday with mum, aunt and cousins at KLCC yesterday. It was fun, and of course, the oh-so-important factor that I can escape studying for finals. Yay! There's always great food when aunt is around, and we went to Petrosains and Aquaria. Inside Aquaria, everything is so blue and pretty. Though there are a few funny stuffs that I thought are kinda weird to be appearing inside a place called Aquaria. Like bugs and frogs. But never mind that. I took a lot of pictures, and here's some of them. It's better to show than I describe them in words anyway.
Parachutes? Mushrooms? Nah.... just jellyfish
Nemo!
Shark!
Fu yoh... even turtle needs to tan
Fishes everywhere
Curiousity bangs my head against the glass.
I'm falling asleep....
Some kind of beetle that has very shiny body. Oi... did you just polish yourself or what?
Spider, with blue legs. Nice eh?
I'm just too cool for the camera... Seriously. (Jess said that this lizard looks so "yeng", posing like this)
Wei... don't step on me. I'm here, in case you can't see me
Ugh... Can I squeeze in? I'm NOT going to lose in the game of hide-and-seek
Whatcha looking at, dude?
Wee... I'm flying....
Look down at the floor! It's.... starfishes
Stingray... Swimming in the blue, blue water, obviously
Parachutes? Mushrooms? Nah.... just jellyfish
Nemo!
Shark!
Fu yoh... even turtle needs to tan
Fishes everywhere
Curiousity bangs my head against the glass.
I'm falling asleep....
Some kind of beetle that has very shiny body. Oi... did you just polish yourself or what?
Spider, with blue legs. Nice eh?I'm just too cool for the camera... Seriously. (Jess said that this lizard looks so "yeng", posing like this)
Wei... don't step on me. I'm here, in case you can't see me
Ugh... Can I squeeze in? I'm NOT going to lose in the game of hide-and-seek
Whatcha looking at, dude?
Wee... I'm flying....
Look down at the floor! It's.... starfishes
Stingray... Swimming in the blue, blue water, obviouslyFriday, April 20, 2007
Global warming
Honestly speaking, what I have been doing the whole day but loitering and wasting time (or more painfully accurate, trying to escape studying for watashi no finals), well, if it's not those, I really have no idea what I had been doing. Definitely not studying, that's for certain. Supposedly the reason I went to school with Jess and Jen was to study, and what do you know? We ended up taking pictures to make our own short movie, sorta. And then, there's the whole looking at my future house episode, and of course, me stumbling upon the copy of "Yellowpages" that Jess has so kindly brought it back from school for moi. Which eventually, leading me to the urge to type down the issue boring the name "Global warming".
Yo, peeps and homies (ignore the terms I have just learned today, sad, I know), let's talk about our beloved planet and global warming, shall we?
We all know about global warming and its effects. There's excessive hot climate, which leads to warmer ocean, rising of sea-level and flooding because of the melting of Arctic and Antarctic, which then lead to coral bleaching, inconsistent season, and changes in ecosystem. Not to mention that the funny and inconsistent weather will eventually lead to heavy shower, snowfalls, flooding, blazes and droughts. And guess what? The warm temperature actually helps encourage the mozzies, or more frequently known as mosquitoes, to expand their population. Well peeps and homies, ya know what that means? More dengue fever, is all. Icks....
But hey, look on the bright side, with all the steps that the countries and their leaders are taking to recover our ozone, the ozone is actually recovering. Even if that's the case, we should all not slack off. It is of course, our duty to help stop our Earth from warming further. I'm sure it's not a pleasant experience to live in an oven.
The simple things we can do in our daily life to stop contributing to global warming:
-Carpool or take public transport
-Recycle
-Replace old appliances and use compact flourescent bulbs
-Plant trees
And these are the simple things that we always forget.
Oh well, I think I have wasted enough time trying to escape studying for now, so I'm stopping now. But for further information, check out www.climatehotmap.org and StopGlobalWarming.org. That's where the information I read about come from.
Yo, peeps and homies (ignore the terms I have just learned today, sad, I know), let's talk about our beloved planet and global warming, shall we?
We all know about global warming and its effects. There's excessive hot climate, which leads to warmer ocean, rising of sea-level and flooding because of the melting of Arctic and Antarctic, which then lead to coral bleaching, inconsistent season, and changes in ecosystem. Not to mention that the funny and inconsistent weather will eventually lead to heavy shower, snowfalls, flooding, blazes and droughts. And guess what? The warm temperature actually helps encourage the mozzies, or more frequently known as mosquitoes, to expand their population. Well peeps and homies, ya know what that means? More dengue fever, is all. Icks....
But hey, look on the bright side, with all the steps that the countries and their leaders are taking to recover our ozone, the ozone is actually recovering. Even if that's the case, we should all not slack off. It is of course, our duty to help stop our Earth from warming further. I'm sure it's not a pleasant experience to live in an oven.
The simple things we can do in our daily life to stop contributing to global warming:
-Carpool or take public transport
-Recycle
-Replace old appliances and use compact flourescent bulbs
-Plant trees
And these are the simple things that we always forget.
Oh well, I think I have wasted enough time trying to escape studying for now, so I'm stopping now. But for further information, check out www.climatehotmap.org and StopGlobalWarming.org. That's where the information I read about come from.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
In the name of "ego"
To think that a man would stoop as low as to destroy a young girl's reputation just to soothe his own sick ego. I figure this kind of man, he might as well go die and rot in hell. Who would have guess that our society is so corrupted now that this kind of people actually existed?
The story starts like this: An unsuspecting young girl, who is just friendly by nature, was so obviously set up by this sick man. Mentally unstable, is what I call him. Who the hell tells his own friend that he is dating a girl young enough to be his own daughter and is actually proud of it? And to tell the clueless child that he is unmarried when he is obviously married and has three kids of his own? Doesn't he feel sick by spreading rumours like this? Doesn't he feel guilty by destroying the young girl's reputation? And what about the hurt that his stupid rumours have brought to the girl? How is he going to apologize for such a disgusting thing that he had done?
Honestly, that's the sickest thing I have ever encountered so far. And as for the man, who the freaking hell does he think he is? First of all, he is not rich, or handsome, or clever. He's nothing, as far as I'm concerned, but how dare he placed himself in such importance? And to think that there are actually people who believed that the innocent girl really will go out with such a lowlife?
I'm actually so furious with that sick, mentally unstable man, that I can't even put everything down in words properly. Is ego really that important to a man?
The story starts like this: An unsuspecting young girl, who is just friendly by nature, was so obviously set up by this sick man. Mentally unstable, is what I call him. Who the hell tells his own friend that he is dating a girl young enough to be his own daughter and is actually proud of it? And to tell the clueless child that he is unmarried when he is obviously married and has three kids of his own? Doesn't he feel sick by spreading rumours like this? Doesn't he feel guilty by destroying the young girl's reputation? And what about the hurt that his stupid rumours have brought to the girl? How is he going to apologize for such a disgusting thing that he had done?
Honestly, that's the sickest thing I have ever encountered so far. And as for the man, who the freaking hell does he think he is? First of all, he is not rich, or handsome, or clever. He's nothing, as far as I'm concerned, but how dare he placed himself in such importance? And to think that there are actually people who believed that the innocent girl really will go out with such a lowlife?
I'm actually so furious with that sick, mentally unstable man, that I can't even put everything down in words properly. Is ego really that important to a man?
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Perfume: Story of a murderer
I have only compliments for this movie. To me, it's absolutely beautiful, the storyline, that's it. I don't regret spending my six bucks on it. And what's more, it reminds me of a part of me that I have nearly forgotten. The reason I decided to choose English Language as my degree course.
The storyline is no doubt interesting. It might be a little cruel, to kill young women in such a twisted, disgusting way to perserve their scents, but somehow, I didn't find the movie repulsive. And some of the scenes are a little too exaggerated, and maybe a little too much flesh, if you get what I mean, but I really like the movie.
The movie started with someone narrating it. There wasn't really a lot of conversation, but mainly the story progressed by narration. At first, I thought I was the only weird one who thought the movie is good, but turned out that Zaza and Mishel also love it. Oh well....
Ah... this is lame. To think I aspire to be a writer. Here I am, totally pathetic, I can't even describe the movie and my feelings about it properly. But I'm really glad I went for the movie. I had my fun, and it did served to remind me of the passion I have for literature and language that Mr. Anba had helped me discover. I have nearly forgotten about it after all.
The storyline is no doubt interesting. It might be a little cruel, to kill young women in such a twisted, disgusting way to perserve their scents, but somehow, I didn't find the movie repulsive. And some of the scenes are a little too exaggerated, and maybe a little too much flesh, if you get what I mean, but I really like the movie.
The movie started with someone narrating it. There wasn't really a lot of conversation, but mainly the story progressed by narration. At first, I thought I was the only weird one who thought the movie is good, but turned out that Zaza and Mishel also love it. Oh well....
Ah... this is lame. To think I aspire to be a writer. Here I am, totally pathetic, I can't even describe the movie and my feelings about it properly. But I'm really glad I went for the movie. I had my fun, and it did served to remind me of the passion I have for literature and language that Mr. Anba had helped me discover. I have nearly forgotten about it after all.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Hitz.fm 10th Birthday Bash
Starstruck, and totally high.... are what I'm feeling right now.
Just came back from Hitz.FM 10th Birthday Bash, and all I can say is, AWESOME!!!! Despite the trouble that I went through for it, it was totally worth it. I met JJ, Rudy, Serena C, Ean, Andy, Pop Shuvit, K-Town Clan, and Jason Lo. It was so.... exhilarating. Zaza and I went crazy over them, totally starstruck, asking to snap pictures with all the DJs, VJs and the celebrities there.
It rained when it was the beginning of the party, but thankfully it stopped after a short drizzle. It will be such a sad case if the rain continued. The performances were great, through I didn't finish watching all ther performances. There were Gerhana Ska Cinta, Dragon Red, One Buck Short, K-Town Clan, J.Lo, Pop Shuvit, Reshmonu, and some other local bands. And I'm proud to say, Malaysian bands can definitely match up to the foreign bands. They are good. The bands that I think are good are Pop Shuvit and K-Town Clan. I totally love them, and I almost screamed my lungs out when they got on stage. They are just way good.
The downside of this party is well, I didn't get to see Jason Lo perform. It was so sad. We were scared that we wouldn't be able to get back, so we left early. And also me not being able to get the signatures from K-Town Clan. I am utterly heartbroken. I was only a few places away from getting my poster sign. Sigh.... and of course, the smokers that just have to kill other people's lungs as well as their own. Selfish creatures.
Overall, it was a great night. Inhaling the smoke and bearing the pain in my heels are totally worth it. If next year Hitz's birthday bash is going to be around PJ, I will definitely go again, despite having to risk bursting my eardrums. My ears still feel kinda funny from the loud music from the party. But I'm not regretting it. Not even a second of it.
Just came back from Hitz.FM 10th Birthday Bash, and all I can say is, AWESOME!!!! Despite the trouble that I went through for it, it was totally worth it. I met JJ, Rudy, Serena C, Ean, Andy, Pop Shuvit, K-Town Clan, and Jason Lo. It was so.... exhilarating. Zaza and I went crazy over them, totally starstruck, asking to snap pictures with all the DJs, VJs and the celebrities there.
It rained when it was the beginning of the party, but thankfully it stopped after a short drizzle. It will be such a sad case if the rain continued. The performances were great, through I didn't finish watching all ther performances. There were Gerhana Ska Cinta, Dragon Red, One Buck Short, K-Town Clan, J.Lo, Pop Shuvit, Reshmonu, and some other local bands. And I'm proud to say, Malaysian bands can definitely match up to the foreign bands. They are good. The bands that I think are good are Pop Shuvit and K-Town Clan. I totally love them, and I almost screamed my lungs out when they got on stage. They are just way good.
The downside of this party is well, I didn't get to see Jason Lo perform. It was so sad. We were scared that we wouldn't be able to get back, so we left early. And also me not being able to get the signatures from K-Town Clan. I am utterly heartbroken. I was only a few places away from getting my poster sign. Sigh.... and of course, the smokers that just have to kill other people's lungs as well as their own. Selfish creatures.
Overall, it was a great night. Inhaling the smoke and bearing the pain in my heels are totally worth it. If next year Hitz's birthday bash is going to be around PJ, I will definitely go again, despite having to risk bursting my eardrums. My ears still feel kinda funny from the loud music from the party. But I'm not regretting it. Not even a second of it.
Me, Jess, Zaza, Jen and Ah Zhong 
K-Town Clan!
Pop Shuvit signing autographs
Pop Shuvit on stage! 
Adam C and Andy in front of the Coffee Bean stall
Ean
Azura
JJ! He's just as funny and friendly as he sounded on air.
With Serena C
A pic with Rudy... Too bad it's blurry though
A pic with J.Lo. Yay!!
Friday, April 6, 2007
A memorable day
Today is certainly a memorable day. A day that surely when I look back someday in the future, I will have a laugh over it. What started as a stupid day ends equally stupid, only in a different way.
The stupid starting was, of course, the web page design second test. Boy, I screwed up. But it's nobody's fault but mine, since I didn't study hard at all, and of course, no big surprise when I couldn't answer my fill-in-the-blank questions. But never mind. I'll get over it, I always do.
After the test, I went to see this house that, IF everything goes right, I will move into. Personally I really love the environment, though there are doubts about how I'm going to get food and how to go to school. But I figure it could be solved, I hope. I really don't feel like living in MC all alone if all my friends are gone.
Then we went to Mid Valley. Zaza and I watched a movie, The Reaping. At first we wanted to watch Perfume, but since no student price, and since moi is totally, utterly broke, we decided to leave it for another day. It was a good movie, though the story is kinda predictable in the horror cliche way. And the girl is so pretty.
We also went to FOS to try on clothes. Fell in love with this kimono-style top, and also this red stretchy top, with lime green skirt. I was so tempted to buy, uh.... the temptation is definitely there, but I'm proud to say, I resisted. Thus saving another forty bucks. Am I good or what?
Now we come to the sad part. We were about to go home, and what do you know? The line waiting for taxi is sooooooooooooooooooo very long. And there isn't many taxi. Yeah well, one will slowly crawl in after like twenty minutes or something. Not that I actually calculated. We thought of going back by bus, but there was no Rapid KL. We ended up taking Metro 98. Luckily there was this guy, who is also staying in MC, and we just pathetically followed him back. Sad, really. And we have to walk for quite a distance from where the bus stopped.
What turned out to be a fun day, well, is still fun. I have my fun, but my legs feel as though they are going to fall off if I turn away from them for even a second. Maybe not so serious, but you get my point. This is actually the first time that we ended up so sadly after a day of shopping. Oh well.... like I said, a memorable day.
The stupid starting was, of course, the web page design second test. Boy, I screwed up. But it's nobody's fault but mine, since I didn't study hard at all, and of course, no big surprise when I couldn't answer my fill-in-the-blank questions. But never mind. I'll get over it, I always do.
After the test, I went to see this house that, IF everything goes right, I will move into. Personally I really love the environment, though there are doubts about how I'm going to get food and how to go to school. But I figure it could be solved, I hope. I really don't feel like living in MC all alone if all my friends are gone.
Then we went to Mid Valley. Zaza and I watched a movie, The Reaping. At first we wanted to watch Perfume, but since no student price, and since moi is totally, utterly broke, we decided to leave it for another day. It was a good movie, though the story is kinda predictable in the horror cliche way. And the girl is so pretty.
We also went to FOS to try on clothes. Fell in love with this kimono-style top, and also this red stretchy top, with lime green skirt. I was so tempted to buy, uh.... the temptation is definitely there, but I'm proud to say, I resisted. Thus saving another forty bucks. Am I good or what?
Now we come to the sad part. We were about to go home, and what do you know? The line waiting for taxi is sooooooooooooooooooo very long. And there isn't many taxi. Yeah well, one will slowly crawl in after like twenty minutes or something. Not that I actually calculated. We thought of going back by bus, but there was no Rapid KL. We ended up taking Metro 98. Luckily there was this guy, who is also staying in MC, and we just pathetically followed him back. Sad, really. And we have to walk for quite a distance from where the bus stopped.
What turned out to be a fun day, well, is still fun. I have my fun, but my legs feel as though they are going to fall off if I turn away from them for even a second. Maybe not so serious, but you get my point. This is actually the first time that we ended up so sadly after a day of shopping. Oh well.... like I said, a memorable day.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Have a little love
People, have a little love! Not for yourself, and certainly not for the greens that turned everything evil. Have a little love for all those breathing things that happened to occupy the same planet as us. Yes, I mean the animals and plants.
It's so sad, really. I mean, with all those pollutions, and like that isn't bad enough. We are killing off our fellow friends(meaning plants and animals) with our greed. All those animals being killed for trading. For luxuries. And for food. How low have we become. We are absolute monsters, when God supposedly gave us the intelligence among all the others. And what did we do with the intelligence we have? We destroy the nature, that's what.
Reading in the newspaper or in the internet about how the animals are being hunted, even if they are almost extinct, is so sad. And also the trees being brought down. Just today I read in the papers about people hunting for seahorses for all kind of purposes. Imagine killing off the poor, helpless creatures. God, they can't even stop themselves from being swept away by strong currents in the water. What have they against the evil human beings so set to capture them for their own greed? Nothing, nothing at all. And a few days ago I also read this article about developers trying to bring down those century-old of Tualang Trees. Why can't people just leave them alone and appreciate the beauty in them?
No doubt that they are some people out there doing something to help save the animals and plants and our beloved planet. But it seems that the effort isn't enough. I wish though I can play a part. Easier said than done. Well, maybe it's necessary to have some of the trees and everything to be cut down in order for civilization, but sometimes I wish we are not destroying the nature. There's really too much of beauty in this world to be destroyed by pollutions and the likes.
It's so sad, really. I mean, with all those pollutions, and like that isn't bad enough. We are killing off our fellow friends(meaning plants and animals) with our greed. All those animals being killed for trading. For luxuries. And for food. How low have we become. We are absolute monsters, when God supposedly gave us the intelligence among all the others. And what did we do with the intelligence we have? We destroy the nature, that's what.
Reading in the newspaper or in the internet about how the animals are being hunted, even if they are almost extinct, is so sad. And also the trees being brought down. Just today I read in the papers about people hunting for seahorses for all kind of purposes. Imagine killing off the poor, helpless creatures. God, they can't even stop themselves from being swept away by strong currents in the water. What have they against the evil human beings so set to capture them for their own greed? Nothing, nothing at all. And a few days ago I also read this article about developers trying to bring down those century-old of Tualang Trees. Why can't people just leave them alone and appreciate the beauty in them?
No doubt that they are some people out there doing something to help save the animals and plants and our beloved planet. But it seems that the effort isn't enough. I wish though I can play a part. Easier said than done. Well, maybe it's necessary to have some of the trees and everything to be cut down in order for civilization, but sometimes I wish we are not destroying the nature. There's really too much of beauty in this world to be destroyed by pollutions and the likes.
Monday, April 2, 2007
The Last Assignment and Presentation
We finished out last assignment and presentation today. This morning. 9.30 am.
It was kind of funny, because technically, I didn't do or contribute anything for this assignment. Imagine me going up to start saying something that I don't even understand, trying to present it so that my tutor and my classmates will understand. Ah.... the ironies. Never mind that. After we hand in our assignment report and everything, that will wrap up all the assignments and presentations I have for this foundation.
Which reminds me, the end is near. I'm finishing my foundation in a month time. It will be kind of sad, I have grown kinda attached to my classmates, not all of them, but some. I feel that it will be quite lonely to start my degree without any of them there to brighten my days up. And of course, not to mention all those other friends that I have made and grown close to in this short period of time. Especially those no longer going to stay in PJ. I wonder how life will be different from now.
Part of me still can't believe that I'm going to finish my foundation already. It seems just like yesterday, as cliche as it sounds, that I had just started foundation and thinking about whether I had made the wrong decision by coming here. I still wonder about it sometimes when I think back about all those things that I have left behind. It's only a moment during that time, that I felt rebelious for all that my parents had promised and failed to give, but then again, I have to go with it. I cannot say I totally regretted coming with this decision, but still there's always the other road that I didn't choose.
Oh well, I guess there's always the new start, when the old stuff ends.
It was kind of funny, because technically, I didn't do or contribute anything for this assignment. Imagine me going up to start saying something that I don't even understand, trying to present it so that my tutor and my classmates will understand. Ah.... the ironies. Never mind that. After we hand in our assignment report and everything, that will wrap up all the assignments and presentations I have for this foundation.
Which reminds me, the end is near. I'm finishing my foundation in a month time. It will be kind of sad, I have grown kinda attached to my classmates, not all of them, but some. I feel that it will be quite lonely to start my degree without any of them there to brighten my days up. And of course, not to mention all those other friends that I have made and grown close to in this short period of time. Especially those no longer going to stay in PJ. I wonder how life will be different from now.
Part of me still can't believe that I'm going to finish my foundation already. It seems just like yesterday, as cliche as it sounds, that I had just started foundation and thinking about whether I had made the wrong decision by coming here. I still wonder about it sometimes when I think back about all those things that I have left behind. It's only a moment during that time, that I felt rebelious for all that my parents had promised and failed to give, but then again, I have to go with it. I cannot say I totally regretted coming with this decision, but still there's always the other road that I didn't choose.
Oh well, I guess there's always the new start, when the old stuff ends.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
My imagination
I like to imagine,
That I'm a fish,
Swimming across the ocean,
Deep, blue, and clean.
I like to imagine,
That I'm a bird,
Cutting through the clear sky,
Unpolluted and bright.
I like to imagine,
That I'm a tree,
Standing tall and proud,
Living a century or so.
I like to imagine,
That I'm an angel,
Doing no mistakes,
Perfect and flawless.
That I'm a fish,
Swimming across the ocean,
Deep, blue, and clean.
I like to imagine,
That I'm a bird,
Cutting through the clear sky,
Unpolluted and bright.
I like to imagine,
That I'm a tree,
Standing tall and proud,
Living a century or so.
I like to imagine,
That I'm an angel,
Doing no mistakes,
Perfect and flawless.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
Ah... the famous quote from fairytale. Well, so the question is, who sets the standards for who's the fairest of them all question.
I just came back from Mid Valley, and well, I read this article there in MPH about this woman who lost both her legs because of liposuction. Here's the story.
This woman had always been unsatisfied with the way she looked, because of her flabby tummy. One day, she saw this show about liposuction and how liposuction actually help diabetes. So she decided to go for liposuction after getting comfirmation from a doctor that liposuction really did help diabetes. Her husband loved her despite her size, but he supported her anyway, because he wanted her to be happy. So after the liposuction, she was sick and sore all over the body with fever. It turned out that during liposuction, the doctor had actually injured her bowel and well, in the end, she had to have a bag attached to her body for her waste disposal.
Her husband was sweet enough. He helped her through her hard times, but it wasn't the end of all. She found black mark on her foot, and the doctor said she had to either cut off her leg or lose her life. Her legs that she was so fond of because they were all firm and nice. After one year, when she was finally getting her life back, and getting use to her fake leg, she found another black mark on the other leg. It was horrible, she couldn't feel her leg and it smelt like dead meat. And in the very end, she lost both her legs from liposuction when all she wanted was to be thin. She spent the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
It was just so sad, how everyone seems to think that being thin is beauty. I don't deny that I don't have that kind of thinking, which I do, but personally, I don't think resorting to plastic surgery or the likes of liposuction is the solution. You can complain all you want about how your look or how much you weight, but if you want to change, lose weight, or whatever, you should always do it the safe way. Eat healthily, exercise. Learn to love the way you look, because it's a gift from God and your parents. It's better than hating yourself for how you look like.
It's always all over the news that this artist or that artist is suffering from eating disorder, whether it's Aneroxic or Bulimia. I understand how it feels to feel as though you are fat even if you are definitely not. It's not easy to battle eating disorder, and those who has never been through it will never understand. And those who think that having eating disorder is no big deal, all I can say is, wake up!
The point is, we shouldn't really let other people judge us whether we are pretty or not just by being underweight or overweight. That's just rubbish! People might think that I'm just trying to be deep and meaningful, but I truly believe if you have a good heart and good personality, it will shine through and make you beautiful, no matter how you look like. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and there's no one in this world who is perfect. You cannot possibly please everyone. People have different view on what's beautiful, and right now, for me, the most beautiful people are those with kind heart and good personality.
Until then, I think everyone should just settle for being who they are. After all, despite how you look, there's always people like your family or friends who love you for who you are, not whether you are underweight or overweight.
Besides, who are they to judge whether you are pretty or not even if you are not stick thin? The mirror never said the thinnest is the fairest of them all, no?
I just came back from Mid Valley, and well, I read this article there in MPH about this woman who lost both her legs because of liposuction. Here's the story.
This woman had always been unsatisfied with the way she looked, because of her flabby tummy. One day, she saw this show about liposuction and how liposuction actually help diabetes. So she decided to go for liposuction after getting comfirmation from a doctor that liposuction really did help diabetes. Her husband loved her despite her size, but he supported her anyway, because he wanted her to be happy. So after the liposuction, she was sick and sore all over the body with fever. It turned out that during liposuction, the doctor had actually injured her bowel and well, in the end, she had to have a bag attached to her body for her waste disposal.
Her husband was sweet enough. He helped her through her hard times, but it wasn't the end of all. She found black mark on her foot, and the doctor said she had to either cut off her leg or lose her life. Her legs that she was so fond of because they were all firm and nice. After one year, when she was finally getting her life back, and getting use to her fake leg, she found another black mark on the other leg. It was horrible, she couldn't feel her leg and it smelt like dead meat. And in the very end, she lost both her legs from liposuction when all she wanted was to be thin. She spent the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
It was just so sad, how everyone seems to think that being thin is beauty. I don't deny that I don't have that kind of thinking, which I do, but personally, I don't think resorting to plastic surgery or the likes of liposuction is the solution. You can complain all you want about how your look or how much you weight, but if you want to change, lose weight, or whatever, you should always do it the safe way. Eat healthily, exercise. Learn to love the way you look, because it's a gift from God and your parents. It's better than hating yourself for how you look like.
It's always all over the news that this artist or that artist is suffering from eating disorder, whether it's Aneroxic or Bulimia. I understand how it feels to feel as though you are fat even if you are definitely not. It's not easy to battle eating disorder, and those who has never been through it will never understand. And those who think that having eating disorder is no big deal, all I can say is, wake up!
The point is, we shouldn't really let other people judge us whether we are pretty or not just by being underweight or overweight. That's just rubbish! People might think that I'm just trying to be deep and meaningful, but I truly believe if you have a good heart and good personality, it will shine through and make you beautiful, no matter how you look like. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and there's no one in this world who is perfect. You cannot possibly please everyone. People have different view on what's beautiful, and right now, for me, the most beautiful people are those with kind heart and good personality.
Until then, I think everyone should just settle for being who they are. After all, despite how you look, there's always people like your family or friends who love you for who you are, not whether you are underweight or overweight.
Besides, who are they to judge whether you are pretty or not even if you are not stick thin? The mirror never said the thinnest is the fairest of them all, no?
Friday, March 23, 2007
The beauty of finance
So I have spent quite a few dreadful hours trying to study my upcoming Finance test. It's really sad, really, since it's only 15% of my coursework marks, but oh-so-important is that 15%. If only I don't care.
After studying, and more studying, I still can't get the beauty of finance. Oh, don't get me wrong. I might be feeling half dead from all the maths things, but hey, I'm no quitter. So what if I have to remember the same things but in different terms? It's just bummer, but for the sake of the test, I'm willing to scoop down to the level of a bummer.
I shudder to think what I will do if I have to do finance for the rest of my life. Maybe halfway through my zombie-half-dead-half-alive state, I might learn to appreciate finance. But until then, I think I will keep the only finance part of my life just strictly to spending money and receiveing money instead of all the bonds, shares, securities, present value, future value, coupon rate, interest rate, and required return.
After studying, and more studying, I still can't get the beauty of finance. Oh, don't get me wrong. I might be feeling half dead from all the maths things, but hey, I'm no quitter. So what if I have to remember the same things but in different terms? It's just bummer, but for the sake of the test, I'm willing to scoop down to the level of a bummer.
I shudder to think what I will do if I have to do finance for the rest of my life. Maybe halfway through my zombie-half-dead-half-alive state, I might learn to appreciate finance. But until then, I think I will keep the only finance part of my life just strictly to spending money and receiveing money instead of all the bonds, shares, securities, present value, future value, coupon rate, interest rate, and required return.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
No music, No life
Well... maybe the condition isn't that bad, without music. I won't say I will die without music, maybe a little bit, but the thing is, music plays such a big part in my life now. I can't recall back a day when I did not spend at least half an hour listening to songs. Even though I can't play any music instruments to save my life, but like almost all the teenagers out there, I'm kinda obsessed with music.
Alas, it's sad to say that my taste in music has changed dramatically. From bubblegum pop, I now listen to those heavy beat and loud bass music. No more slow and mellow songs. And I'm definitely not proud to say that almost 90% of the songs I listen to now are all, well, not what you will call thought provoking. Oh, the tune is so deliciously good, just tempting you to shake your hair loose and do some stupid dance, but hey, the lyrics will kill whatever intelligence you have. I'm serious.
And those songs that actually have meaningful lyrics, I'm just too impatient to actually listen to those slow mellow songs. Why don't they just combine great tune and great lyrics so I won't get bored of them? Probably cause great lyrics don't fit heavy beat and loud bass. And the songs that I find the lyrics meaningful, are unfortunately in another language, say Japanese, which I have no idea what the singer is singing, until I read the translation and fell in love with it, that's it.
By the way, don't even get me started on the voice of the singers. If I was to lift my hand up and really count those singers who can really sing, not those sing that everyone can do, but those hitting high notes and low tune, well, I don't think I can count until ten.
Can't complain though. I think really, if one day I have to stop listening to music, I might just die of boredom. And besides, who am I to complain about thought provoking and meaningful lyrics? I'm the one who loves songs that involve you not to focus on the lyrics and books that have so lame storylines that you couldn't resist finish reading it just so you can laugh at it at the end.
Alas, it's sad to say that my taste in music has changed dramatically. From bubblegum pop, I now listen to those heavy beat and loud bass music. No more slow and mellow songs. And I'm definitely not proud to say that almost 90% of the songs I listen to now are all, well, not what you will call thought provoking. Oh, the tune is so deliciously good, just tempting you to shake your hair loose and do some stupid dance, but hey, the lyrics will kill whatever intelligence you have. I'm serious.
And those songs that actually have meaningful lyrics, I'm just too impatient to actually listen to those slow mellow songs. Why don't they just combine great tune and great lyrics so I won't get bored of them? Probably cause great lyrics don't fit heavy beat and loud bass. And the songs that I find the lyrics meaningful, are unfortunately in another language, say Japanese, which I have no idea what the singer is singing, until I read the translation and fell in love with it, that's it.
By the way, don't even get me started on the voice of the singers. If I was to lift my hand up and really count those singers who can really sing, not those sing that everyone can do, but those hitting high notes and low tune, well, I don't think I can count until ten.
Can't complain though. I think really, if one day I have to stop listening to music, I might just die of boredom. And besides, who am I to complain about thought provoking and meaningful lyrics? I'm the one who loves songs that involve you not to focus on the lyrics and books that have so lame storylines that you couldn't resist finish reading it just so you can laugh at it at the end.
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