2008... Byes

Right... end of 2008.

Honestly, it just struck me that I have lived for two decades and I haven't really achieve anything significant. And when I put it that way... well, I feel very old and not very helpful.

-.-'''

Anyways, reviewing back to my 2008's resolution, I am very ashamed to say that I have failed in keeping every one of them. I did try to keep them halfway, and I blame it on my bad memory (no, really!!) that I forgot about them halfway through.

Okay, fine, lack of determination is more like it.

I should probably keep my new resolution to more well, realistic (to moi) things.

2008... I can't really remember anything significant happening, well, other than the one time I screwed up quite majorly and I still can't quite forgive myself for that screw-up. And my CGPA going up and down like a roller coaster. And I can't remember much of what I have learned now that I am all done with this year's lessons. And I still haven't quite step out of my comfort zone. And I still haven't decide on what to do in the future.

Right, seriously... when I put all that down, I really really REALLY feel I haven't achieve anything yet. And I already feel so old.

Sigh...

Oh well, goodbye 2008. I hope 2009 will be a great start and a wonderful year. Maybe my horoscope will be accurate for once. Lol!

The new PPG

Okay, I know I am a lil too old to be watching Cartoon Network, but then again, I was bored, and channel surfing provided some entertainment.

And so, I was channel surfing yesterday because it was one of those rare moments that I managed to actually find the TV not being watched by someone and I have total control over the remote control. So of course I took the opportunity to jajah the TV.

But unfortunately for me, the morning programs were just pretty boring. Didn't even have music videos that I wanted to watch. Thus the whole channel surfing started. And when I got to Cartoon Network, I saw the title Powerpuff Girls Z. My first thought was "Huh? Z?"

My curiosity got the best of me, not to mention my boredom too. So I settled down comfortably in the sofa and waited patiently for the PPG Z to start. Not like I have much to do anyways, so when the show started, I was kinda er.... speechless.

First of all, the people are anime-like. Okay, I have no prob to it, I am a fan of anime anyways. You know, the whole cutesy kind of look, huge glittering eyes etc etc. And then, the PPG suddenly grown taller. Well, not that much taller anyways, but if you remember the old version, they are tiny lil midgets. Not to mention quite 2D too, but the new PPG is 3D.

And then came the awful part. The storyline was a bit different, and the girls were so.... girly. Gosh... Even Buttercup. And guess what? They go through the transformation thing, something like Sailormoon! They even have the short skirt thingy going on.

Needless to say, I was horrified beyond belief. I guess kids nowadays need lotsa details to attract them? But seriously, I still think the old 2D PPG is much cuter.

My name

I got this from Lynda's blog. And it seems fun, so yeah.

What's my name's hidden meaning?

Apparently, I am spontaneous and whimsical. Okay... I hope my whimsical is more towards amusing than annoying.

You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life. You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home. You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.

Restless... check. A lot of questions about life... check. I am not sure about the others. Yes, I am comfortable away from home, and yes, I can be passionate when it comes to the things that I like, probably easily tempted too, but so far I haven't gotten into serious trouble yet. And I guess I like to travel, but I don't enjoy the part where I am stuck in bus or car or aeroplane.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

Irresponsible... yeah, sometimes.

You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in. You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising. You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.

True true, though I'm not really sure about that unpredictable part.

You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you. You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries. You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.

Wow... I definitely wish I have these qualities. But sadly, I don't think I never give up, especially if it takes a hundred tries. Or maybe I just haven't had the experience to do something a hundred times yet.

You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.

Hmm... solid and dependable. I bet my parents will say otherwise. And about the pressure part, I guess it is kind of true, though probably not enough that it brings out the best (or worst, depends on one's own interpretation) in me.

You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind. A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.

I am really not sure about the communication part. I don't think I am a very social person, and I often have hard time talking to new people. Creative, yes, I supposed, when it comes to writing. But if it's art, well, if you have ever seen my masterpiece, you will be shocked into speechless-ness. And the chameleon part... reminds me of "I'll possess! I'll possess!" -.-'''

You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia. Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.

Original! Wow... I love that. Lol. And I guess I took the wrong course. Should have been involved in business instead of language.

You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.

Oh... this is definitely me. Right down to the point.

You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

Overactive imagination, why, thank you. I always thought that's one of my strongest points.

You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone. Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.

This makes me sound a lil like a hermit, but I guess if I am deeply philosophical, thoughtful and brilliant, I can excuse the fact that the whole paragraph makes me sound like a hermit.

And then there's another one. What does your name say about you? I like this one, it's short and straight to the point.

Your name says that you are mostly:
Dynamic but aggressive

Your name also says you are:
Passionate but flighty
Perceptive but paranoid
Talented but unmotivated

Cooking

So, this is what one did at home during holiday with nothing much to do.

Apparently, my sis has decided to take over the role of cooking from my mum. It is probably something I should mention first, my sis is as much of a cook as I am. Which is not much because, seriously, I am too lazy to learn how to cook, or even prepare the food. If one day I have to cook my own meals in order to survive, I suspect that I might just perish from the hunger.

So anyways, I asked my sis the motivation behind her sudden burst of enthusiasm to learn how to cook. And guess what? Apparently she figured that she is going to leave home for college soon, and since she always hear me complaining that I have no food to eat when I am in PJ, she decided to learn how to cook in order to feed her tummy in the future.

Yeah, so I think I might be her motivation. Though I should probably tell her it is because I don't have the patient to cook, and that I am a picky eater, that's why I always end up hungry.

But I digress. At least now I have someone who will willingly cook spaghetti for me, with lotsa tomato sauce and mushroom.

My sis's cooking is okay... Trial and error kind. One time her dish will be awesome, the other, not so bearable. Not to mention that she is kinda bad at estimating the amount of food that she should prepare, but she's improving. One time, when I managed to bug her to cook spaghetti for me, she only cooked two people's portion. And so, my bro had to wait for my sis and I to finish our spaghetti before we cooked another round for him, because we were too hungry to be decent and cook his meal for him first.

It was funny to watch my sis experiment, though sometimes the outcome is not so edible. My bro seems to be doing all the preparing of, as he himself called it, "raw material", for my sis to cook. Personally, I think it's not really helping THAT much that my sis knows how to cook, but she doesn't know how to choose a fresh piece of fish or veg. That job belongs to my mum. The cutting up fishes, garlic, etc etc, belongs to my bro. My sis, she just cooks and cleans the wok. And me, I eat and give comment.

Ah well... as long as I don't have to clean up.

Tagged

Hai, Farah-chan, I'll do the tag. I wanted to do the previous one actually, been leaving it till I run out of stuff to do, but then after that I guess I sorta forgot about it. Lol. Anyways...

The long forgotten tag:

1. What is the most important thing in your life?
The people that I care and love.

2. What is the last thing you bought with your own money?
Book, I think. Which book, can't remember.

3. Where do you wish to be married?
Never thought of that before... Even the idea of getting married is still, well, questionable.

4. How old do you think you will get permanently owned by your lover?
Gosh... I hope that never happen. I like to be a human being instead of a possession, thank you very much.

5. Are you in love?
Nopes!

6. Where was the last restaurant you had dinner at?
The downstairs restaurant(sort of) at the place I am living now.

7. Name the latest book you bought?
Hannibal Rising! I bought it for RM 9.90! And it's hard cover!!

8. What's your full name?
Not gonna answer this -.-'''

9. Do you prefer mother or father?
Ask me this question when one of them sides with me in an argument.

10. Name a person that you really wish to meet in your life.
Can't think of any right now.

11. Christina or Britney?
Christina... at least she has a better voice.

12. Do you do your own laundry?
Yeah... though I wish I have the washing machine to do it for me here in PJ.

13. The most exciting place you want to go.
Er.... maybe Egypt? And explore the pyramids? And coincidentally got infected by some fungus wrapped up in the mummy and had some weird disease then caused an uproar in the news because people think I got cursed.

14. Hugs or kisses?
I'll settle for emoticons -.-''' But if you ask me to choose, hugs.

15. Five things about the person that tagged you.
An artist, writer, generous, quiet, a good friend

16. Eight things you are passionate about.
i. Literature
ii. Animals
iii. Music
iv. Writing
v. Language
vi. Sociology
vii. Mythology
viii. Manga and anime

17. Eight books I have read recently.
i. The Return - KS Maniam
ii. Green is the color - Lloyd Fernando
iii. The Cord - KS Maniam
iv. We Could **** you, Mr. Birch - Kee Thuan Chye
v. 1984 Here and Now - Kee Thuan Chye
vi. The Green Mile - Stephen King
vii. Blood Beast - Darren Shan
viii. Succubus Dreams - Richelle Mead

18. Eight songs that I have been listening to over and over again.
i. Namida - 2Backka
ii. Shoudou - Pigstar
iii. I'm Alive - Becca
iv. Miss Independent - Ne-yo
v. Mitsuyubi - SID
vi. Hosoi Koe - SID
vii. Rudolph the red nosed reindeer (It's Xmas soon! I couldn't resist. Plus, it's such a cute song!)
viii. About a Girl - The Academy is

19. Eight things I learned this year
i. Back down if you can't win
ii. Keeping your thoughts inside yourself makes it harder to let go
iii. Dogs can't eat chocolate.
iv. All symbols are images, but not all images are symbols.
v. Something about the hormones changes when one hits puberty caused the frontal lobe to change in shape (or something), which contributes to not so normal behaviour and mood swings. Hence the rebellion and emo-ness during teens
vi. A lot of poets/writers were gay
vii. Speaking of gay guys, I find gay looking guys quite adorable.
viii. Speaking of finding guys adorable, I am oddly attracted to guys that have "jerk" written all over their faces.

20. Tag eight people.
Bah... not gonna do that.


And the recent tag:

1. Do you have secrets?
Who doesn't, seriously? -.-'''

2. Would you fall in love with someone younger than you?
Er... no, I think. I will treat them the way I treat my younger siblings and cousins.

3. Do you enjoy going to college?
Yes... in a way. I enjoy going to college and hanging out with my friends there, and also learning new things, IF only there are no exams and assignments. But then I guess I wouldn't be going in the first place then. Not to mention that my classes are usually fun, my classmates make it fun.

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
Buy our Bank Negara so I can print more money! Then I will start thinking about what to do with the new money that I have printed. Lol!

5. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
Loving someone, I guess? It shows that you are still human enough to love. To not know how to love has got to be the saddest thing to happen to someone.

6. Will you fall in love with your friend?
Er... depends if that friend has XY chromosome or not, and if he can make me laugh, and yada yada yada.

7. List five favorite songs (for now):
i. Hosoi Koe - SID
ii. Kimi no suki na uta - UVERworld (my all time fav)
iii. I'm alive - Becca
iv. Shoudou - Pigstar
v. Namida - 2Backka

8. If the person you like is already attached, what will you do?
Oh well, unless I really like that person till I am halfway retarded, which I doubt will happen to me, I won't do anything,

9. List five fav TV shows
i. Heroes
ii. America's Next Top Model (I know... but I couldn't resist!)
iii. The suite life of Zack and Cody
iv. Fear Factor
v. CSI
*You know what? I so rarely watch tv that I have a hard time thinking up shows that I watch, so this list is more like shows that I watch instead of fav shows -.-'''

10. Do you have any regrets?
Again, who doesn't?!

11. Would you be the person you are if you are reborn?
Ah... but wouldn't it be boring to live the same life again?

12. What do you want most at the moment?
A nice body massage. My shoulders hurt and my right arm feels a lil dead.

13. What kind of person do you think the person that tagged you is?
Introvert, kind, creative

14. Would you rather be single but rich, or married but poor?
Single and rich. Being married doesn't mean you will be happily, lovingly married.

15. What is your fav colour?
I love all kinds of colours, except for pale colours.

16. Would you give all in a relationship?
Depends on the person that I will be giving all to, if that person is worth it or not.

17. If you fall in love with two person simultaneously, which one would you choose?
The one that is taller, smarter, richer, funnier, and more good-looking. Seriously, this is such a weird question -.-'''

18. What are the top five bands that you listen to or love?
i. UVERworld
ii. SID
iii. Panic at the disco
iv. Linkin Park
v. Alice Nine

19. Name three things that you would like to do but never able to.
i. Donate blood! I still can't get over the sickness I get when I see too much blood.
ii. Be super smart and able to remember whatever random stuff that I have read
iii. Time travel

20. And I am not going to tag anyone because most probably, people are just not gonna do it anyways.

Holiday! Here I come

The last paper ended at 11.30, and I couldn't be any happier, despite my tired right hand.

*grins*

Anyways, despite the panicking and the foreboding that my this sem result might not be good, I am determined to have a good holiday. Well... as good as a holiday can be with all the lazying and brain-rotting process. I am determined to be lazy, by playing lotsa games, and watching lotsa anime. Maybe read some books, okay, who am I kidding, I probably will be reading lotsa novels, whether thriller or horror or suspense or romance. In fact, I got four books from library just now, let's just hope that I don't forget to renew them or else the fine is going to seriously burn a hole in my wallet.

After the paper, we went to attend a creative writing workshop organised by MPH. It was fun, the speaker was the editor-in-chief of Reader's Digest Asia, and well, the talk was entertaining and enlightening despite the rain outside that made me sleepy. And surprisingly, the room was filled. I wasn't expecting so many people, but obviously I was wrong. Oh well....

And again, I want to say that I will miss my Japanese class with Mr. Naha, because without his class my Japanese is probably going to go down the drain. Again. And also Mr. David's class. If I have never said how cute and adorable he is, let me reinforce this point by reenacting a scene while we were in the workshop just now.

During the break, seven students took the opportunity to flock to their lecturer.
Zaza: Mr David!
Mr. David: Fancy seeing you guys here.

(Okay, I'm gonna fast forward to the scene where I find it so adorable instead of writing out every word we said.)

Mr. David: What are you guys going to do during the holiday?
Me: I'm gonna laze around and download lotsa anime to watch!
Mr. David: Oh... where do you download your anime? Free?

See! Isn't he adorable? And when we asked him if he watches anime, he looked embarrassed and admitted that he did watch anime, though only a couple. And when we said our "Happy holiday" to him, he gave us a cute ke lian face and said he doesn't have holiday, at least not until the end of the month.

Lol!

Okay, I'm actually high now because of the cake and the fact that exam is over now. And also the jokes I read in library and the eye candy that happened to be in the library too. But mainly just sugar and the joy of finishing exam.

Oh! And I received an adorable mirror in the shape of chocolate cookies from Pei Ling for Xmas... :)

The annoying girl

Honestly, I am not a big fan of travelling by bus. All the more if I am alone, which is always the case when I'm travelling back and forth between KL and BP. I can't sleep in the bus, because I am a very difficult person, I need my pillow, blanket and bed in order to sleep, and I can't really do anything else except listen to my MP3. Well, I can read, but most of the time I got bored after half an hour, and the journey is more than three hours, so yeah, that sort of entertainment doesn't last long.

And I like to point out that I don't think I am a violent person, though Joshua and Sal will say otherwise. It's just that, I know, this is a bad excuse, that I am not a very touchy-feely person. I'm not very comfortable with people touching me, eg. hugs, and I don't really like it if people that I don't really know come into my personal space (sitting too close is something that icks me out very much, so you can imagine the situation when I am in LRT or bus during rush hour). Anyways, as I am saying, people who I am most comfortable with probably received most of my sarcasm and my occasional burst of violence.

But I have never, EVER had the urge to want to smack a little girl so much. And that was what I was feeling when I was in the bus home yesterday from BP.

It just so happened that sitting behind me were two little girls. The elder sis was probably around, 8 or 9. And the younger sis, 5 or 6. When I realised they were sitting behind me, some sixth sense told me that this is not going to be a pleasant bus ride. But I digress. It was not polite of me to form bad impression on the younger sis when I had only knew of her existence for a grand total of 5 minutes.

So the two girls came up the bus with their grandma. They were noisy, and I couldn't help hearing that the younger sis insisted on going to the toilet right after they landed their butts on the seats. The grandma was surprised, because apparently they just came back from the toilet. But no, the lil girl insisted that she needed to go to the toilet, so off they went, thus delaying the bus for 10 mins.

I digressed. It's okay, I thought. It's not like the bus always leaves punctually.

During the bus trip, since I couldn't find a comfortable position to sleep, I decided to finish reading "The return". And like it was not boring enough that I was reading that novel, the lil girl had to be creepy by poking her head between the seats, and peering over my shoulder, trying to read what I was reading. No offense, but seriously, kepoh much? Hello, like you know how to read? And it's rude to be doing that. Not to mention that her presence was making me lose concentration.

I got hungry after I finished reading, so I took out my snack to eat. Okay, this is probably not very generous of me, but then again, remember, I don't like that lil girl. So while I was eating, again, she poked her head in between the seats and started to talk to her sis. Telling her sis that she wants to eat whatever I am eating. Telling her grandma that she MUST have what I am eating.

So the sis and the grandma tried their best to persuade her that she can have some bread first to fill her tummy if she is hungry. But no, she wants snack. So she started wailing, and it took a while for her grandma and sis to shut her up.

And you would have thought, peace, AT LAST. NO. She starting asking if they are reaching already. In a LOUD voice. So the grandma told her that, no, we still have another hour and a half to go. Then she started wailing again, saying why it took so long to reach KL. Again, the grandma and sis had to calm her down in order not to disturb the other passengers.

The bus stopped for toilet, and so most of the passengers went down. I had no idea what happened because I was one of the first to get off the bus, and also one of the first to get back into the bus. The annoying girl and her grandma and sis walked back in. After the sis and grandma settled down, the girl started bugging them about the snack again. She insisted that they all go down to get her snack, and it took the grandma a while to shut her up.

Luckily, the lil girl shut up before the bus left, if not, I have the urge to encourage her to go look for the snack herself and hopefully leave her and let everyone else have some peace.

Nothing much happened after we left the reststop, except that the annoying lil girl won't shut her mouth. I kept hearing her talking this and that, asking annoying questions like are we there yet? Why does it take so long? to both her sis and grandma.

And then we were finally in KL. When the bus turned into Jalan Hang Tuah, we got stuck in a very bad jam. The bus was literally crawling, and like that wasn't annoying enough, the bloody girl had to start crying. The reason for her crying was not even a reasonable one. Apparently, she started hitting her sis, for whatever reason, and her grandma told her not to hit her sis anymore. Her grandma didn't even scold her, just told her gently that it is not right to hit her sis, and then she started crying already.

For God's sake, like it's not frustrating enough to be stuck in a jam. I could see the expression on the driver's face through the rear mirror, and it was one of annoyance. So the grandma tried to stop the girl from crying, and after ten minutes of crying, she started demanding that her sis apologised to her while continuing her cry. APOLOGISE! Like it was her sis's fault that she was crying.

So the grandma had no choice but to ask the sis to apologise. The sis insisted that it was not her fault, but the grandma insisted that she apologised just to shut her up, so she did. BUT the lil girl did not shut up either. She continued crying, demanding that the sis apologised, even though she already did. At that time, I felt like there is no other person that needed a good slapping in the whole wide world more than that girl.

Then, as her crying continued to fill the bus, the bus suddenly stopped. The engine stopped working, and the bus driver tried restarting it. A few failed attempts, but the bus started again. At this time, we were still stuck in Jalan Hang Tuah. Luckily, the bus managed to work till it finally died at the middle of the road where we always get off. Except that we had to walk 10 mins to reach Pudu. So I guess it was a blessing that the bus died so near Pudu instead of in the middle of the highway or something.

The driver told us that we would have to walk, and most immediately left the bus. Who wouldn't? Even if it's just to get away from the bloody girl?

And so, that was the end of the journey. And I had to walk half an hour to reach Pasar Seni, because the bus always stops at the other end of Pudu.

Seriously, how is it that I always seemed to have misfortune when it comes to bus trip?

Vampire? Bah...

Because I am a procastinator, I went and watched 'Twilight' today with Ling after promising myself, yesterday, that I will start my studying today.

Oh yeah, that's how I work.

Anyways, I don't find the movie satisfying. After reading the book, which I think is good, the movie pales in comparison. The dialogues were long but choppy, just bits and parts from the book (of course), and well, I thought the movie was just plain boring.

And it didn't help that I kept hearing my sis telling her friend that she wants to sleep.

The casts are made up of pretty pretty people. Even the bad guys look pretty decent. And well, to be honest, the characters aren't exactly what I envisioned. Especially the bad guys, James and Victoria. I seriously have this picture of them looking dirty and crazy, but well, James is kinda hot in the weird half lunatic kinda way, and Victoria is just pretty. In fact, so much prettier than I expected that her appearance kinda erm, stunned me.

After watching the movie, well, when I was reading the book, Bella and Edward's love was still okay to me. At least in the book I can sorta see how their relationship progressed, it took time, but yeah, I can accept that they found some eternal love/soul mate thingy. But in the movie, everything is just so choppy and moves so fast (I know, it's a movie!) that at the end of it, when Bella said she wants to live forever with Edward (or something like that) I find myself being sceptical and cynical about it. Like love like that actually happens in a blink of the eye.

Oh well... I guess I'm more of a reader then. But I have to say, I agree with Ling's opinion about how movies like these are only for fans of the books.

At least the casts are good looking. It's worth the money to go watch pretty people since I haven't seen many lately.

A talk about Mr. Birch

On Thursday, my Malaysian Lit lecturer, Mr. David, managed to invite Kee Thuan Chye to our class to give a talk about his play, We could **** you, Mr Birch. Personally, I love Kee Thuan Chye's work, and was absolutely thrilled that he was coming to give a talk.

I met him a few weeks back also, in another talk, unfortunately, the talk wasn't all that interesting because it was mostly about grammar and stuff, but Mr. Kee has a good sense of humour, and even if grammar is not all that interesting, at least it was not so boring because he made us laugh.

But the talk we had from him on Thurs, awesome. It was interesting to listen to his talk, because he was funny and at the same time he made us think. It was like going through Critical Reading class, or Mr. Anba's class again. And I enjoyed every minute of it, even if well, the beginning of the talk he asked some political qs that I didn't really follow.

And me, gushing about how I enjoyed his talk, and sadly, when I excitedly told people that I met Kee Thuan Chye, all I got was "Er, who?"

Sadness.... guess I will just have to share my enthusiasm with the EL mates instead.

Anyways, final exam is just round the corner. After this, no more classes with Mr. David and Mr. Rajan. Have I mentioned how adorable Mr. David is? Not to mention nice? I will miss his class, though if you look at the way I was being inactive in his class you probably would have thought I don't enjoy his class, which is not the case.

And Mr. Rajan's class, no more shouting, and high stress classes, but I guess I will miss his class too cause I really enjoy learning Japanese. Not to mention that no more cultural story.

Sigh....

Introducing... the family pets

Okay, because I am bored, I decided to introduce my family's beloved pets to you people. First of all, we have Pepsi(left) and Cola(right). Yeaps, like the carbonated drink. And if you are wondering why these names, well, my mum decided that it's cute, and easy to remember, after rejecting my idea of calling them "Bubu" and "Chacha", like the cartoon. And I thought THAT was cute. But I digress, so Pepsi and Cola then.


As you people can see, Pepsi is more fluffy, well, probably not as fluffy as say, Tsih Tzu, but then again, she looks adorable. Definitely the most harmless looking one in the bunch of dogs that my family has. And if you ever see her in all her adorable puppy glory, I assure you that you cannot help but fall in love with her. Yeaps, she was that adorable when she was a puppy.

And Cola, if you notice in the picture, which you probably couldn't since it wasn't really clear, she looks as though she has a permanent sad smile on her face. And no, we love her as much as we love Pepsi, so we did not abuse her. Thus, the sad smile is not our fault.

Despite her sad smile, she is actually a friendly and obedient little creature. She is the most obedient one in the bunch, and seriously, you don't even have to yell at her to get her back when she sneaks out of the house with Pepsi. Yeaps, Pepsi is a lil mischevious, and always lead Cola into lotsa mischief in the form of rushing outta the house the moment we open the gate. As for Pepsi, we have to yell and yell and she will instead give us a cheeky look before rushing further away from the house. Cola, well, she will come back, and you won't even have to yell at her. Just say "Cola, home," and she will obediently trot back to the house.

Both Pepsi and Cola are very manja, Pepsi probably more because she has a jealous streak, so whenever we see them they will try to lick us, and if we pet Cola and not Pepsi, she will get jealous. Then you will see Pepsi trying to follow you until you actually pet her.

Oh yeah, Pepsi and Cola are siblings. My mum decided to bring them home sometime in the middle of January last year, so Pepsi and Cola have been with us for almost two years already.

Then, we have Fairy(left) and Madge(right).



Fairy and Madge were previously my aunt's pet, but she gave them to us when we moved our house. Besides, my aunt had many other pets anyway, so Fairy and Madge joined us sometime in July last year.

Fairy is the black skinny dog you see in the pic. Personally, I think she looks Anubis, you know, the jackal-headed God that is often related to afterlife in Egyptian myth. Anyways, she is the smartest in the bunch. And probably the most well-loved one in my housing area. She is very free spirited. She is the only one given free reign to where she wants to roam about because everytime we chain her in the house, she will give you this utterly sad and heartbreaking face, like she has just lost her freedom, well, I supposed that is the case then. She has something against motorists, she will chase the motorists and bark at them fiercely. We don't know why, but my aunt speculated that it might be she has a bad experience with motorist when she was still a puppy.

And as mentioned before, she is the most well-loved one, because well, she is kinda kepoh, you see. My neighbours will put out fruits for "sembahyang", you know Chinese people, and those fruits will attract monkeys from the forest that is behind our housing area. And Fairy, being the kepoh creature that she is, she will chase those monkeys away, thus the fruits that my neighbour put out are then safe ever since my family and Fairy moved into the new house. And she is smart, because she seems to know what we are thinking. If we want to bathe her, one of us has to go talk to her, pretend that we want no harm, while the other waits to ambush and lead her to the shower. Nopes, she absolutely hates being taken into a shower, but once she is in it, she won't give you much trouble.

Oh, just to mention that before I forget, all my dogs seem to dislike having bath, but they have no problem whatsoever playing in the rain. Whenever it is raining, the heavier the rain, the more likely you will see them playing chase in the rain, despite how heavy the rain is. And moving on....

As for Madge, if you didn't notice in the picture, she is huge. Most of the time we fondly call her "Ah Pui", or "Ah Fat", because well, she is way overweight. She is the same weight as me, and I can assure you that I am well over 50kg already. She is the laziest, and not to mention, the most gluttonous of the bunch. She is the happiest when it's morning, because that is when she gets her meal, and you can see her jumping around in a way that you cannot imagine an overweighted dog can manage to do.

Most of the time, however, she is just a lazy ass, lying there like nobody's business. Sometimes she is even so lazy that she refuses to move herself to change her sleeping place when the sun is practically roasting her alive. Oh, have I mentioned how much of a glutton she is? She eats practically everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. I swear, give her anything that she can chew and swallow and she will eat it. Once, my bro actually gave her a duku skin and even though she had this weirded-out expression on her face when she was chewing, she still ate it! So yeah, that is how gluttonous she is.

And then we have Duff, except that she is an extremely anti-social dog. She seems to have a very bad past history with human, because when we first got her (also from my aunt), she was the most timid and shy creature I have ever seen. Even with the friendliest "Hi Duff", she would scamper off like you are trying to harm her or something. But now she is actually better already. She is still a lil afraid of people, but she's getting better. She gets along well with the other dogs now, and even though she will still run and hide when we approach her, now, if you manage to put on a really really really un-intimidating voice and look, she will actually let you get near her before running off. Hey, big improvement from the first time we saw her, okay?

So, because she is that shy, no pic of her.

Moving on, this is the newest pet in my family. I haven't seen him yet, because he just arrived last Sunday. My mum named him Whisky, and well, I think it's a very cute name anyways. According to my mum, he gets along well with the dogs, and my, he is a brave lil kitty. Supposedly cats are afraid of dogs, and apparently he didn't even flinch when Madge barked at him when he first arrived, and seriously, Madge has a very loud, booming bark. If she isn't my pet, I would be scared of her if she barks at me.


Isn't he a pretty creature? Yeah well, actually when my sis called to ask me for a name I was expecting a kitten, since she said he's three months old, but then again, from this pic that my sis sent me, he doesn't look very kitten-ish, does he?

Well, I'm excited about the idea of meeting him. I hope despite his slightly "ganas" look in the pic, he is cuter and more fun to play with in real.

Icked out

Okay, so half the sem is gone, and I have new Japanese lecturer and Malaysian Lit lecturer. Personally, I don't think that Dr. T was doing a bad job teaching Japanese, but Mr. Naha definitely does it better, though it's kinda stressing to attend his class. Too many quizzes, too many random questions that come your way when you least expected it (don't they always?), and some homework. As for Malaysian Lit lecturer, well, if you have been reading my blog then you know very well that I couldn't be happier to have a new lecturer, who thankfully, seems to explain stuff rather than lead us into a reading out loud session.

Anyways, Mr. Naha's classes are usually interesting. As he teaches us, he tells us about the culture in Japan too, which is interesting because we learn new things that are not just in the textbook. Imagine how boring the class will be if everything is just textbook and more textbook.

So last week he told us that he will let us sing a Japanese song, and asked if we have any suggestion. Since I don't think that the class will appreciate Jrock, and also I don't really dare to voice out, cause for some odd reasons I seem to lose all intelligent reply when he calls on me, yeah, his voice and stare are a lil intimidating, and nobody else gave any suggestion, he decided to choose the song that we will sing.

And tada! He chose a Hirai Ken song. Ookina furudokei.

Honestly, I get icked out when I hear his voice. I don't know why, but his voice seriously makes my hair stands. All the while when I was in class listening to him singing that song, I could feel my hair standing on my arms, something that never happened to me, not even when I'm cold to the point of numbness. And I thought that is supposed to be what the hair's function is, trap a layer of air in order to keep me warm.

Anyways, not to mention that Ookina furudokei has the melody of a childhood song of mine. So now my childhood song is kinda ruined by his voice, and I'm like... "Nooooooooo! I like that song! I have happy childhood memory!!!! I want to listen to the kid's English version instead of Hirai Ken's!!!!"

But apparently, Lynda and I seemed to be the only ones having problem with that song. All the others seemed to enjoy that song, and sucks to be me if Mr. Naha seriously expects us all to sing that song one by one next time.

Well, at least I cured my sushi-deprived state when I went to MV with Boo this afternoon. The sushi was good, and Madagascar 2 did not disappoint. The characters are still as cute and wacky as ever.

Assignment

Okay, I am supposed to be doing my Malaysian Lit assignment, but seriously, other than feeling lazy, I am freaking out here. A lil.

It seems that when I read the short stories, save for "Haunting the Tiger", I can interpret the dreams, which is what I am supposed to be doing for this assignment, but I cannot put my thoughts into words! All that I have written so far sounds so crappy that I know it is going to end up with very lousy marks. And I don't want that to happen! I like this subject (despite THAT lecturer -.-'''), and I don't want to end up not getting a good grade for it.

Seriously... I have no freaking idea what to do. It's not that my idea is stupid or what, but the way I put my thoughts into words sounds stupid no matter how you look at it. And it's freaking me out so much that I can't come up with proper words to describe my thoughts. All that I have written so far only sounds like I have no freaking idea what I myself talk about, like random pieces of stuff that I chuck into my report just so I have something in my report.

Help!

Comfort

Despite the fact that I have assignments creeping up on me, I take comfort in listening to my all-time favorite songs and let the joy of listening to them soothes me.

And the fact that I have friends that will always be there for me and love me no matter what kind of stupidity that I have commited.

:)

The Return

I finally finished reading The Return by K.S. Maniam. Like seriously, finally!! About time I finished reading already -.-'''

Anyways... I was supposed to finish it last week, seeing as the bloody annoying lecturer was teaching it last week, but many thanks to the said lecturer, I lost all interest in reading the novel. In fact, I lost all interest in going to his class, and you would think I would be excited to go, since it is Malaysian Lit and I absolutely adore Literature.

Well... I see it doesn't matter if I did finished reading before he started teaching, as his "teaching" consisted of reading bits and parts of texts from the novel, as though we were having a reading session instead of a proper class. His "reasoning" is that he wants us to develop our own thinking and not rely on his ideas, yeah yeah, we know, we won't plagiarise your freaking fantastic idea, no worries, but then again, how is reading bits and parts from the text is going to help us with our critical thinking? BS, is what he's feeding us, if you ask me.

Like hello? We don't get into uni without knowing how to read, for God's sake. Not to mention we ARE English students, like duh?

Anyways, like the other short story of K.S.Maniam that we read (Haunting the Tiger), The Return is pretty symbolic in a very confusing way. And I personally think that said lecturer shouldn't try to be smart by giving us intense readings like this if he himself doesn't know how to explain to us. It doesn't matter if the readings are boring or confusing, the thing is, HE DOESN'T EXPLAIN THEM AND HE FREAKING EXPECTS US TO UNDERSTAND THE WHOLE THING WHEN I AM ALREADY SO PISSED OFF WITH HIM TO HAVE ANY SANE THOUGHTS WHEN I AM IN HIS CLASS? Hell, not gonna happen!

But then again, after finishing the whole novel, I sorta get a little what the message is about, though I still doubt that I will be able to form good critical thinking about this novel. Seriously, he pretty much killed all my passion for this subject already, and I loathe him for that.

And now, moving on to the other novel that I have to read. Sadness.... I'm not looking forward to it since I heard from my friends that it is full of typo errors and mistakes. Gah... if it's true, poor thing, he can't even choose a good book for us to read!

Tiring Sunday

If I don't have Japanese midterm tomorrow, I will happily skip tomorrow's class and not come back today.

I thought I should say that I did not have enough time to enjoy being in BP, and now I am back in PJ again.

Sadness....

The first thing I noticed after I got down from the tiring bus trip was the air here is definitely way more polluted than BP. Then next, the noise that bombarded my eyedrums. Then the crowd of people going on their own way.

Well, as much as I love the malls here, I think I might not get used to the polluted air and the level of noise here. Not to mention the lack of stars in the night sky is just depressing.

Global Peace Festival

So this happened on Sunday (19 Oct 2008), but because I was too lazy, actually still am, so the post is two days late.

Anyways... on Sunday, I went to the Global Peace Festival at Bukit Jalil with a few uni friends. To be honest, I went because I thought I would be bored with nothing to do on a Sunday. And since it was FOC, and well, there were some local acts there, I thought I go and join in the fun. Turned out it was worth it, thank God for that.

First of all, ah... the small blessing, the event was held in the Bukit Jalil indoor stadium, LUCKILY, because I cannot imagine how to pass the 6 hours if it was outdoor. Mind you, the main event started at 3.30pm but for some reasons we had to be there by 12.30pm.

But anyways, since we were there early, initially there was some confusions after we left the bus, which by the way, had holes on the floor. We were sent to the outdoor stadium, and the guards pointed us towards the indoor one, so we boarded the bus and left for the indoor one without much hassle. When we reached there, we were sorta being ushered here and there, and well, I don't really know about the others, but I was definitely feeling like a lost lamb searching desperately for the lost flock.

Inside the stadium, again, we were being ushered here and there, like lost lambs. Ironically, the tickets said free seatings, but when we wanted to sit down at a certain place, the ushers sorta told us that we were supposed to sit somewhere else. And again, after some hassle, Sal, Lynda and I managed to sit in the center of the row, and we sorta got separated with the other UTAR crowd a bit. Most of them were sitting on the left side, and the three of us were the "sesated" ones that sat in the middle.

Anyways, as we were waiting for something to start, bored outta my mind, the guys behind us decided to ask us which uni are we from. Thus started the whole conversation, and before we knew it, the three of us were laughing our heads off because the group was just so damn funny. They were UM students, and had boundless energy, especially two of the guys. Honestly, under normal circumstances, I might get a little annoyed at their loudness, but then again boredom is never normal for me. But I am glad that they made the event all the more fun for us.

Before the main event started, there were a few dance performances going on. Not to forget that we had Chinese orchestra for the opening act, which was performed by the students from our uni, but sad to say, even if they were good, the UM students proved to be more entertaining than their soothing music. And I thought the dances were nicer to watch than the singing, which was the main event, at the end.

Of course, before the whole "main" event started, there was lotsa speech going on that put us to sleep. But I thought the singing really wasn't that awesome because the background music was louder than the singer's voice. I honestly couldn't hear any of the singers' singing, and that was kinda sad because there were some famous local singers performing, such as Ning Baizura, Ella, and Jaclyn Victor. And after enduring the long, boring speech, the performances just sorta... well, for the lack of words, "potong steam" since that was what I got after sitting through those speeches. I know, I know, speeches are important, but can't they just keep to the KISS rule?

So, I guess, at the end of it, I will say it was a good way to spend my Sunday.

Moment of vain-ness

Okay, I don't usually do this, because though everyone is vain by nature (or at least that's what I think), not everyone chooses to show it to other people about his/her vain-ness. But I couldn't resist! I love my new hairstyle and my new specs so much that I have been bugging people about my hair and my specs.

Anyways, I got the hairstyle that I wanted, and bought a new pair of specs using the pocketmoney that my mum gave me. This is by far the largest pair of specs I have ever gotten before, I mean the size of the frame, and I absolutely adore it. Even if it looks a bit big for my face, but still... I thought it looks amazing with my new hairstyle. Personally, and this is my very rare vain self being awaken from long slumber talking, I thought I look like a cute nerd with this hair and specs. And some people might wonder why I would want to look nerdy, but I thought this actually look quite cute. Besides, I am nerdy in a way anyways.

So needless to say, I have been bugging a lot of people about my hair, asking them if it looks cute, and most of them said yes, probably because since I so muka tembok asked them if I look cute, it's not very polite to say "no". I mean, people probably wouldn't want to crush my fragile heart, right? Haha!

Well, some did said I will look better without the specs, or like two totally different people, but I like the fact that my hairstyle is so contradictory with my specs. And I admit, there are reasons such as laziness, paranoia about eye infection, and my financial well-being if I keep using contacts, that discourage me from using contact lenses frequently. But I'm okay with the nerdy look. I actually like it better than the "cool" look.

Okay... I think my hyperness is wearing off, and the vain-ness will probably disappear along with it. Well, my hairstyle is not going to stay new forever anyways, so end of this post now. Lol. I hope this sort of vain-ness won't appear frequently.

And sorry if my vain-ness icks anyone out. :)

The tiniest feeling of failure

I feel a lil like a failure cause I totally forgot what I learned when I was learning how to drive. I mean, yeah, I can still drive, that's what I have been doing ever since I get back to BP anyways. Playing driver. Boredom.

But anyways, back to the story. I was out just now sending my bro to his tuition. On my way back, there was this slope with traffic light, and I happened to stop there to wait for the light to turn green. And being the lazy person that I am, I put my car on P and pulled the handbrake, figuring I could use the skill I had been taught when I was learning how to drive on a slope.

And turned out that I forgot that I am supposed to change the gear to D first before I let go of the handbrake. Needless to say, I can't change the gear to D cause the brake have to be stepped if I want to change the gear, some safety precaution of the car, which I am grateful for.

So, the car can't move, and if the drivers behind me could yell at me, I am sure my ears will be deaf by now. I panicked a lil, but thankfully everything was okay after I released the gear . Though I am a lil disappointed in myself that I forgot such an important skill. Sadness....

The population of smokers

You know what annoys me the most? It's that I always, ALWAYS end up sitting near smokers who will happily burn away their seven minutes of life while letting the people around them, no matter if those people are people they care about or just strangers, get exposed to secondhand smoke, which is actually more deadly than the fumes they (the smokers) inhale while smoking.

Like duh! As if they don't have the brain to know that people who are exposed to secondhand smoke are more proned to lung cancer than the smokers themselves.

I don't know if it's just my bad karma, or Malaysia is just overpopulated with smokers, but I am SERIOUS! Everytime I go out for "yam cha" or dinner or lunch, unless I go to those non-smoking zone, I WILL END UP SITTING NEAR A SMOKER WHO WILL HAPPILY KILL MY LUNGS FOR ME! Thank you very much, but I happen to like my lungs clean and cancer-free.

Anyways, other than the fact that my lungs are slowly but surely being poisoned by those secondhand smoke, I will stink. Stink of the smoke smell from head to toe. It is a blessing that my hair is now short so I can't really smell the smoke smell in my hair, though my fringe is long enough to fall all over my face, thus I do get the occasional bad smoke smell when I leave the smokers-dominated zone. And my clothes. Gosh... I like to imagine after the smoke seeps into my clothes, when I wash them, the water will actually turn gray and kill whatever alive being when the polluted water reaches the poor creatures who live in the sewer.

I know... overactive imagination. So sue me.

Seriously, is there any harm in wanting to keep my lungs free from cancer and stay clean-smelling at the same time? Don't those people realise that they are just burning their money and life away by smoking? And don't they realise that they are just being plain selfish and stupid for causing lung cancer for other people, not to mention polluting the air?

I really don't get smokers, eventhough I know nicotine can get them addicted. Especially those who have young children with them and they will just continue puffing and puffing like nobody's business with the children around them.

The baby who dislikes milk

My baby niece is back in town!

Well, I went to see her yesterday, and also to have dinner at my cousin's house. She's getting cuter and cuter everytime I see her, not to mention her crying is getting louder and louder each time she opens her mouth to wail her lungs out.

But still, she's cute. And the fact that she doesn't like to drink milk but loves to eat anything else, like bread, porridge, junkfood and ice-cream, just add some of the lil extra cute factors to her. And she's only seven months old, so she is not supposed to be eating all those junkfood that her father feeds her sometimes.

Personally, I am amused everytime she starts wailing her lungs out. No tears come, but the sound of her crying... fuyoh! And like my dad favourite phrase "Masalah, this baby!" Except that he pronounces it as "mah-sa-ah-lah". Strange thing is, my niece actually adores my dad. She refuses to leave her mother's arms most of the time, you know how some babies will gladly let you carry them the moment you hold your arms out for them, but my niece isn't one of those babies.

It can be tiring sometimes to try to coax her outta my cousin's arms.

But anyways, she's very light, well, compared to my baby cousins Jay and Phil -.-''' So when you hold her in your arms it kinda feels as though there isn't really anything there. And she's long. I mean, she has long limbs. Compared to Jay, who looks kinda rounded and short, she is so long and lanky. It will be a major surprise if she doesn't grow up to be a tall girl.

Anyways, my only complaint is the difficulty of trying to get her to willingly come to you. But other than that, she's a bundle of kawaii-ness, and seeing her, even if she's crying her head off her tiny little shoulders, provide me enough entertainment for the day.

Sem break... 1st week

So, the first week of sem break. Honestly, what have I done? It seems to me that time passes SO fast, and in another two weeks time I am gonna go back to PJ and start new sem.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!

I still want to laze around despite my lack of entertainment in my current situation.

Let's see. I have been playing the driver of the family since I came back last Friday. Driving my siblings around, to tuitions, back from school, to the mall, etc etc. It's funny cause both my dad and mum still don't quite trust me to drive them around, but it's okay. Pressure, having them in the car. And let me complain, the town is fulled of cars and I don't enjoy driving because most of the cars drive so very slow, like 40km/h instead of 60. It's very frustrating to follow these slow cars and not be able to overtake because there are just too many cars.

On the other hand, I finished watching Nana and Death Note. I got a lil disgusted with myself because I can sorta related to Hachi, but at the same time I guess I could understand why she's acting like that. And I got freaked out by Raito. I used to be so in love with him, but then after watching the anime and how he dealt with Near and Mello I kinda got freaked out by how evil he has become after L died. Sadness....

I finished my Sidney Sheldon's book in one day, and now I am left with books that interest me not to read, which is bad because now I have no anime to watch, and I got bored of playing games already.

And I am dying to go shopping! Especially with my pals but the town's busy with all the balik kampung people, and the malls are sure to be packed with all the people doing shopping! Sobs. Oh well, I will just wait and see how it goes.

Last but not least, I fell in love with one of the models' hairstyle in ANTM cycle 11. I think I will try to get her hairstyle, maybe, when I get back to PJ. IF I am still in love with it by the time I manage to make myself go visit the hair saloon.

Oh yeah, and you know what I noticed? Everyone in my family talks to the dogs! It's like the first thing we do after we open the door, we see the dogs, and we talk to them! Icks... I wonder if that's very normal. Same thing happens when we come back from outside, since they are the ones that we see first. Hmm....

Coming soon... the last paper

First and foremost, I AM SO DAMN GRATEFUL AND GLAD THAT PYSCHOLINGUISTICS PAPER IS FINALLY OVER AND DONE!

You have NO freaking idea how I almost drove myself insane trying to study for Pyscholing yesterday. I swear, the whole amount of time I spent studying during study week cannot equal to the amount of time I spent studying yesterday. Can you imagine the amount of studying I have done? I can't remember the last time I studied this hard for a paper.

So, needless to say, I am recovering from near insanity, and am now a quite unstable person. But! Despite some minor forgetting during the paper today, and also quite some time spent stoning instead of thinking, I managed to finish the paper in time, and IF I am lucky, I might be able to score well in this paper. Hopefully!

But anyways, I am so excited over the fact that I will be able to go back to BP this Friday. Counting down, three more days to go. Today not included since it's almost my bedtime already. Lol.

I know, chances are I will get bored of BP in maybe a week's time? But for now I just want to get the hell outta PJ and away from the hectic life and air pollution here. At least in BP life is calm, and there are always small little things that give me comfort by just being there. Like my dogs and my beloved bed. Lol.

I am SO looking forward my sem break.

Impressed... wow

I have always considered myself quite erm... conscious when it comes to environment and also animals, but obviously, I could use more knowledge on both topics. And probably do more in order to help fight what I believe in.

But then again.... I might not have the faith and a heart big enough to do that.

Today I went grocery shopping with Sal at Jusco. While waiting in line to pay money, I noticed that the lady in front of me was using those environmental friendly bags to keep her grocery. And I am seriously impressed that she went through the trouble to do that. Yeah, I know, Jusco's bags are supposed to be environmental friendly, and biodegradable, but seriously, how many times do you see someone using their own environmental friendly bags to keep their grocery? This is the first time that I saw someone doing that.

And which reminds me, there was this article about animal abuse that I read in Cleo magazine a while back. Apparently the people protesting against animal abuse are willing to do all sorts of things to help the abused animals. Like sneaking into farms to check whether the chickens are being kept in a small metal cage with no space to move at all, and sneaking into labs that use animal to do experiments and freeing the animals.

Those people are so dedicated to what they believed in! I am totally against animal abuse, but I don't think I will be able to do what they do to help the animals, though I wish I could. I am not sure if I have the courage to sneak into labs and get into trouble with the law because of what I believe in, which is kind of sad because I know I want to do something to help with all these causes that I believe in.

Maybe sometime in the future, I might pluck up enough courage to do something to help the environment, or the poor abused animals. I hope the day will come soon.

The babe in the house

So... after a day full of rain, and weariness from the numbly disastrous Moral final paper, I decided to take a flu tablet that left me drowsy in order to escape reality, even if it was for an hour, in the form of slumber.

And it so happened that the babe in the house decided to arrive back home the moment I snuggled into my bed and shut my eyes. And surprise surprise, the babe just had to voice out, and what a voice she has. It never fails to ring clearly and loudly all through the house no matter at what time of the day.

Then there was me, in the bed, trying to sleep, failing to ignore the oh-so-there voice of the babe. Lotsa laughing, lotsa talking, lotsa shouting.

Never mind, I thought to myself, this should help. And I proceeded to cover my ear with my pillow, fully aware that I might lack oxygen later, but as long as I could not hear the voice....

And ta-da! I could still hear the voice.

Damn.

Ignore ignore ignore ignore.

Finally, the voice stopped for whatever bloody reason, only to have the sound of someone washing the toilet making me so mad that I decided to give up sleeping.

Seriously, like can't a drug-loaded person have a proper sleep without all the extra noise?

Okay, I admit that I am not exactly a saintly housemate. I am messy, blast my music a tad too loud sometimes, don't really get involve in the conversations that are being carried out in the house, too preoccupied with my laptop too much of the time, and ignorant to the fault at some other times. But I try to be considerate. I try not to be noisy especially when I know there is someone sleeping. I try not to talk too loudly especially when I know the person that I am talking to isn't deaf.

Which the last time I checked all of my housemates are very well in their hearing.

Anyways, the thing is, I don't get why she has to speak so loud. I know fully well that she can speak softly, duh! I heard the way she talks to her boyfriend, and from the way she talks you will have think alien kidnapped the real babe and replaced her with some chick that is WAY softer when it comes to projecting her voice. And seriously, none of the people that she talks to is deaf. That's why I really don't get the constant loud, in-your-face voice that she has.

I don't know. Maybe it's just me that have this problem with her voice in the house. Sometimes it came to the point that I feel like going out there and slapping her silly if that is what it takes to shut her annoying voice. But I digress. I am already seen as a bitchy person compared to all my housemates, so no need to act out that part as well.

But seriously, what I wouldn't give to stuff a dirty cloth down her throat so that she will choke and never voice out again. Or maybe install some volume button so that her loudness can be controlled, at the very least.

To not end this post with all the complaints and bitchiness, I want to say this.

I sincerely hope, despite all the cursing and bitching about a certain babe in this post, that my karma is good enough to ensure that I pass my Moral. Cause I am really, really, really scared that I really might fail that paper, and if I did fail, well, sucks to be me.

After all the brain-cracking in the freezing room while willing my numb fingers to write some words that my brain miserably managed to produce, I am gonna cry my eyes out if I fail the paper.

I am gonna cry my eyes out.

The purple nails

I celebrated my end-of-assignment freedom by painting both my finger and toenails purple.

Yeah well, not the first time, but then I figured I should appreciate the extra time that I have now by painting my nails because the nail polish I have had been collecting dust in my drawer for quite some time already. I guess it might have already got bored from being left alone.

Today the trip to MV was quite fun. Bought a new pair of shoes that made me so very tall when I wear them (yays!), and watched a thriller movie with Sal. Both of us got freaked out by the two female killers in "The Strangers". Seriously, the masks are just way freaky.

Cut my hair too. Told Mr. Hairstylist that I wanted to keep my hair long, cause I got bored of my short hair already, but he said I had to not cut my hair for at least six months if I want to keep my hair long before he can do anything with it. So now my hair is short again, because not cutting my hair for six months is a very horrifying thought. Though it probably saves me a lot of money.

Which, btw, I need to stop buying stuff. If I continue buying stuff, I will have to starve myself in order to make ends meet, and we all know that a hungry Jojo is a very unstable person.

Erms.... to be honest, I should be studying instead of crapping here, but wth. I figured I deserve a lil R&R after all those assignments before hitting the books for finals. I'm sure it's well deserved. Lol!

The Syntax quiz

If it was not for this quiz's result, I would have skipped Morpho & Syntax tutorial. And I was already prepared to be emo, to expect the worst, but to my complete surprise, and also my horror, because after I saw my marks, I almost had a moment of break down.

I know... I'm being very emo. Because I really was expecting the worst. I told myself again and again before that, that if my quiz marks came back super lousy, I will not cry or show to anyone how much my stupid marks are affecting me. Why do I say so? Because this sem has not been good to me. Okay, technically last sem was bad too, seeing as my CGPA dropped so much that I don't think my dad will be pleased if he knows.

I still didn't tell him my result yet.

So anyways.... this sem's quizzes have all been bad for me. It's not that I didn't put in effort. In fact, for my Psycholing quizzes and Morpho quiz I studied bermati-matian for them. Not so bermati-matian that I am almost dead, but close enough. It's safe to say that I put in quite a lot of effort for the studying, well, more than I usually did for quizzes and tests, and what do I get?

Stupid, sucky results, is what. Again and again my results came back, and I had to tell myself to not cry over my result because, honestly, it's not that bad. It really is NOT that bad, it's just not good. Doesn't make sense? All this while my parents expect me to get good results. They don't expect average result, they want above average result. And out of sheer luck, I have always managed to give them that. I guess my luck is running out already, seeing as my results are all so very average, and that are only during good days. I don't even want to mention the bad days.

Anyways, this Syntax quiz is not that great anyways. It's not like I got 90% or something, but the thing is, I didn't put in much effort for this quiz at all. In fact, I looked over the notes once and decided that I might as well not bother since all my extra efforts for Pyscholing and Morpho quizzes all went down the drain, got flushed by the heavy rain all the way into the polluted sea and was never to be seen again. I figured it will happen again to me for Syntax quiz, and so if I didn't put in any effort, at least I could tell myself that it serves me right. At least I won't be so depressed about my efforts being wasted and me feeling like a complete stupid.

Except that this wasn't what had happened. My quiz turned out better than I expected, even if it's not great, but still....

Makes me wonder if I shouldn't bother at all for my quizzes and tests. It seems that it works better when I don't care.

Lessons

Lesson 1: Running in and out of the afternoon sun, as in mid afternoon, can cause massive headache.

Lesson 2: Taking a nap while suffering said afternoon sun caused headache without taking a Panadol first is going to make the headache worse.

Lesson 3: Carbonated pineapple drink sucks. It tastes like flat beer, except that it is much much worse, and can cause some unpleasant feeling if you drink it after dinner. It is important to note that carbonated pineapple drink is NOT the same as pineapple juice. One has gas inside, another has not.

Lesson 4: Hitting the playground and sitting on the swing till your butt hurts after dinner is not a wise idea. It causes something almost similar to motion sickness, you feel giddy and your tummy feels as though it wants to throw up everything that you have just eaten.

Lesson 5: When the tummy decides that the food is not worth keeping, it is better to listen to it and hurry to the nearest available toilet in order to avoid a mess. Not to mention you will feel the tiniest bit better after your tummy stops rebelling.

Weariness

I am getting old. Oops, correction, I am feeling old.

And I am only twenty!!

Gosh... I'm so tired. And I still have a quiz, a writing assignment, which is very boring to write, and a newspaper to produce. And after struggling with last week's three deadlines in two days, I am more than ready to drop dead and not wake up and smell the shit again.

I am supposed to be doing my assignment, either writing some stupid, boring topic that I don't care about, or writing some stupid, boring news that I don't care about. Both are writing assignment, which is something I usually enjoy doing. Not the assignment, mind you, but writing. Can't believe I actually hate writing, judging from the way I am feeling oh-so-resentful towards those two assignments.

I really should start now, but my head hurts. Dizzy, spinning like some merry-go-round, my brain, that's it, in my skull. Makes me wonder if I am falling sick, but PLEASE GOD DON'T LET ME FALL SICK. I can't afford to fall sick, not now. I'm already tired enough without the extra dose of un-immunity system.

So what now? I think I am starting to sound boring with all my complaints about assignment. I think I will stop being boring and go face the ultimate boredom instead.

Overloaded

With assignments!

My brain feels as though it has consumed too much information in one go, and is now bloated and have difficulty digesting. Been trying to read Cohort and Trace since last night, and thus resulting in inflated brain. I pity my brain and myself, but this is the retribution if you procastinate.

So now I'm sincerely asking my brain to cooperate with me, because I have three assignments due this week. Hopefully, by the end of the week, I will come out as a winner in the battle!

Love ya, brain! Muacks.

If this post sounds a lil whacked out, this is because the person writing is currently unconsciously stressed out and needs some fun, and also her brain is too overloaded with Cohort and Trace and morphology to function normally.

The rants that are not supposed to sound angry (really!! I'm not angry nor furious)

1. Stop telling me to gain some weight. I am NOT underweight at all. Shut up.

2. Stop trying to make me feel as though taking EL is a bad choice, because I don't regret it even if I did miss Science badly sometimes. I don't care if I might not end up with a high paying job (okay, I lied, I do care, but not to the extent that I wanted to do something that I hate just for the sake of money). Until I graduated, please stop interrogating me about what I wanna do in the future. Shut up.

3. Stop telling me what I should be wearing in order to make myself prettier. I know I am not the prettiest girl around, and I don't try to be the prettiest girl around. I am comfortable with what I am wearing. Shut up.

4. Stop drowning out my voice. I know I am a preoccupied listener, but I DO listen. Sometimes it gets tiring that I don't work my vocal cords, do you know that?

5. Stop defining me just from the surface stuff that you have seen. I am not that transparent.


Things not to be:
1. An unstoppable procastinator
2. A self-absorbed bitch
3. A money-obsessed adult
4. A superficial backstabber
5. A stupid dreamer
6. A non-substance talker
7. A smoker, a druggie or a weakling




For all the people who read my blog, this post is not directed at anyone. So no need to be "perasan".

Developing conscience

Today's event suddenly made me realise that I have strayed away from who I used to be, the part of myself that I used to be proud of, and will always be proud of.

I have suddenly turned into a very bitchy person, that bitches about someone who I don't even hate. Just because I dislike something about that person, and so does everyone else, but that doesn't mean I should bitch about that person just because.

I had forgotten that everyone out there has his/her feelings. Everyone out there will feel hurt if he/she is being laughed at and mocked. That he/she will also feel the loneliness and the desperation to want to fit in and be cool.

I don't even know when I first began to be like this. I remember that back then I won't even bitch about someone behind his/her back. If I don't like that person, I avoid talking to him/her, and if I really need to say something, I say it to his/her face instead of bitching about him/her behind the back.

I really don't like the me that bitches about people behind their backs. I mean, today in class when Miss Nadya asked us to write something to the person we hate, I can't think of anyone, not even these few certain people that I have been bitching about with my friends recently. If I don't even dislike them that much, why do I bitch about them? A hobby? I mean, even if I did hate them, there is still no reason to bitch about other people.

I really, really don't like this me that is constantly bitching about people that, well, true, that I find them lame and pathetic, but still that is not reason enough to bitch about them.

The worst war in the history

I'm supposed to be doing my bloody Moral assignment, even if I'm not I should be doing my Academic Writing assignment, and not blogging (obviously!), but since my BM is officially almost non existance in my lexicon, and the procastinator that I am will happily postpone my AW assignment till I finish my Moral, so here I am.

So yesterday I went to 1U to watch movies with my friends. Let me take this chance to voice out how much I hate going to the mall on weekends. The mall was packed, AND I had to queue for half an hour to get movie tickets. Sheesh... And guess what? The movie was SO not worth the wait and the 10 bucks.

The movie is called "War of the Dragons". From the summary taken from GSC website, it sounded quite interesting. It was based on a Korean legend, where two serpents, a good and a bad one fight for something that is gonna let them have a chance to turn into a dragon and ascend to heaven. Yeah well, the plot of the movie is actually quite okay, but I have no idea how the movie actually turned out to be so lame and stupid. And quoting Boo Boo, "Now we know not to watch a movie directed by a Korean." Sweat.

Anyways... the storyline progressed horribly. The part where there should be suspence, the director rushed through it. The part where there shouldn't be so much lingering, the director made the part dragged out for so long that we were thinking, "What the heck is wrong with this movie?!?!" And the fighting scenes were lame also. They were so lame that it made us wonder how can fighting scenes actually be lame! I mean, show lar some variety when it comes to the fighting scenes. We get bored, you know, from watching the helicoptors smashed into the flying reptiles over and over again, or the reptiles being shot by missiles, OVER AND OVER AGAIN! Sheesh....

Oh, and what about the "best" part of this whole thing? After coming back from the movie, I complained to Mummy (aka Bernard) about wasting my 10 bucks watching a horrible movie, and he told me that that movie was out last year!!! WHAT THE HELL!! And it still costed us 10 bucks? Oh man... Seriously lar, kena tipu already. Sadness....

But oh well, ignoring the horrible movie, I had a good time with my friends, though my wallet is now considerably lighter what with all the good food we ate, which of course, costed us quite some spending. Shopping was a failed attempt as the shirt I fell in love with made me look fat, and the others, well, they are nice to look at but I doubt I will actually wear them often if I did buy them.

So now that I'm done complaining, I should get back to my work. Hopefully "The Dark Knight" is as awesome as Mummy said, if not, the lameness of the stupid D-war movie is going to haunt me for the weeks that I'm stuck in the house doing nothing but assignments. Arghhhhhhhh!

The accident and chocolate cakes

Just when I have decided to let go, and move on, and enjoy the moment, something JUST have to happen to dampen the day before my birthday.

This is actually the first time I had an accident, though I had quite a few almost accidents. Those a few scratches here and there kind of accident. Not those accidents that actually required you to report to the police.

Thankfully, both the other driver and I are unharmed. Unfortunately, my mum's car did not survive the crash. It was a pretty bad crash, the mechanic estimated around 3k of repairing, the front part was totally off now, and the right light, well, there was no light anymore after the crash.

Okay, the story is like this. I was behind two cars at the junction waiting to go. I was so busy looking at the oncoming car that when I saw the first car go, I assumed that the second car would follow as there was no car coming. Sadly to say, the second car did not follow, hence the crash.

The other car escaped with only a minor busted back light. If only I could say the same for my mum's car. In the end, mum and the other driver went to make police report in order to claim the cost of repairing car from the insurance company. The reason why I was not the one reporting is because I had a bus ride to catch to come back to PJ. Even the bus ride was not as smooth as I want because the driver was driving soooooooooooooo very slow and it turned out to be a four hours journey instead.

And you know what's the freakist part of the whole accident? Nobody yelled or screamed or scolded me at all. Not the driver that I crashed into. He just smiled when I apologised and asked him to wait for my parents to settle the crash. My mum gave me a hug the moment she came and asked me if I am okay, even if I kept telling her the car is not okay. And dad didn't scold me either, no grounding, no allowance deduction, no banning me from driving. Nothing at all! And all the while I was so freaked out that I felt like crying despite everyone telling me that it was okay and any driver will one time or another experienced a car accident.

But anyways, I got ambushed by my friends with two chocolate cakes for my 20th birthday. One was from three days ago, when I went out to "yam cha" with my beloved Joy and Kang, and since I bumped into another old friend, Leng Choo, I invited her and the three of them surprised me with a cake when we were halfway through drinking. Well, technically Miss Kang was looking for "new and improved socks", so she went MIA until Joy called her back.

And about half an hour ago, the housemates ambushed me with another chocolate cake. It was kinda funny how I just walked right past Zaza who was holding the cake out for me. It didn't exactly register in my mind that she was holding a cake until I walked right past it. Lol.

So the usual singing went on, and the tradition of K3E started. The deeply embedded candle in the cake that needed to be taken out with the birthday girl, using only her mouth. No prize for those who guessed what happened. I got my chin and nose smeared with chocolate and cream, thanks to Sushi Toh. Oh, and my eye too.

Well, both cakes were delicious, and I love them. I got Dante's Inferno from Zaza, Meme, Sal, Yeunouh, Shelmi, Pei Ling AND Lynda Leong. Been eyeing that book for quite some time, though now that I have it, it probably is going to take me forever to finish it. Lol.

Other than the book, despite the accident that would have costed my parents quite some money if it wasn't for the insurance company, my mum still gave me a bracelet for my birthday.

In the end, I only have this to say to myself. "About bloody time you come to some understanding and realisation, you bloody idiot." But that was for me. I'm incredibly happy that this year my birthday will still be the same as every other year yet at the same time it will be different. Thank God for my friends and family.

The malfunctioning left hemisphere

Okay... I have subconsciously realised this, but it was not until last Friday when I attended a (sorta) live accoustic concert at Jaya One that it finally hit me.

And now, early morning, and I miss PCD's new song, perhaps you have heard it, or not, but it's called "When I grow up". I know... the tune is catchy, sorry for falling for catchy songs, dude! And the lyrics, unfortunately, but not unpredictably, are not very stimulating for the brain growth.

Anyways, here's the story. On Friday night, I was listening to the local artists singing, and I realised that I can't comprehend what they are singing! Gosh... It's not like I don't understand the words, it's just that I'm so used to listening to songs without registering the lyrics that I no longer have the ability to string the words together to make a coherent idea about what the song is about.

So what does that have to do with PCD's new song? Well, there is this part where they sing "I wanna be a star, I wanna have groupies" The thing is, I couldn't catch whether they are singing "groupies" or "boobies"!!! And I'm not the only one. People posted comments on the video asking that also. And it's not so weird because basically it seems that boobs are getting very important when it comes to showbiz.

See what happens when I try to use my left hemisphere?!?! Not that there are many songs out there that are going to feed your need to feel intelligent.

Conclusion, Jojo no longer uses her left hemisphere when listening to songs. All she needs now to take a liking to any songs is her right hemisphere. Now if you will excuse me, I think I will go abandon my left hemisphere some more.

Sigh....

Because of my own procastination, and also lack of attention, I failed to see that it's already week 7 and it's the time when I am supposed to be panicking because assignments are piling up and quizzes are popping up in every corner.

And knowing this, I still failed to start working on any assignment. Proof is, I spent the whole day doing nothing except watch anime, read manga and online fiction, and sleep.

Contented

Good lunch + good movie + good company = a happy and contented day

First and foremost, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BOO BOO! Now you are officially older, so, how does it feel that your age NO longer begins with a one? Muahaha!

Lunch = sushi at Sushi Zanmai@Gardens. The price is okay, the kind of price you expect to pay for sushi, and the service, well, a little lacking, but I don't blame them as it was full house. The sushi looks more creative than the ones you usually see in Sushi King, but not so creative that you don't recognise them.

Movie = the Incredible Hulk. I guess Boo and I must have looked like a couple, or else why would the ticket seller wants to hook us up in couple seats, sort of? But the movie turned out to be surprisingly good, well, could be because I have no expectation for it, therefore no disappointment to get.

Company = the honorable birthday girl! People, let's all hold hands and sing a loud, cheerful Happy Birthday song for her! It's always good to hang out with my old friends (old as in not new, not age-wise). After the long postponed date, finally we managed to catch up and I fill her in with tembak-able facts about our beloved Miss Kang. Muahaha!

After that, we sorta wondered around aimlessly for a short while before trapping ourselves in MPH. Too many books in there that need to be loved and owned by me, not enough money to buy, unfortunately.

Last but not least, me finally get me lazy ass moving to check out the laptop that I feel like buying, after sekian lama complaining about this old one. And yes, this time when I say old it's memang old, as in ancient.

Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder why I think so much.

Sometimes I wonder if I speak too much.

Sometimes I wonder if I should have crossed certain lines.

Sometimes I wonder why it is so hard to talk.

Sometimes I wonder why I have so much trouble showing weakness, even to those whom I trust and love dearly.

Sometimes I wonder if I am not being honest... to everyone and also myself.

Sometimes I wonder... what else do I actually wonder about.

Burned Alive

Zaza borrowed a book from library, called Burned Alive, written by an author that goes by the name Souad. I am not sure how true the story is, and whether the author is using her real name, yeah well, she did say that she has to remain anonymous for her own safety, but anyways, that's not the point here. I read that book, and now I'm deeply disturbed.

The story is about Souad who was from a village where women are literally treated worse than an animal. Like what Souad's father often told her, at least the goats and cows gave them milk and meat, but girls and women are no use. The only useful thing they can do is to bear sons for their husbands. That is how the men there treat women. They beat and abused the women just because they are men. Being born as a girl is a crime by itself, and it is normal for them to kill women and get away from it punishment-free.

Anyways, the story is about how Souad survived honour killing. In her village, it is not acceptable for a girl to have sex before marriage, and well, Souad did, and when she was found out, her family tried to burn her alive. How she survived, I don't know, but anyways, she did and now her story is all in the book I have just finished reading.

What disturbed me so much is that I have never realised that women can be treated so badly. And I thought gender discrimination is bad. This is like the worst kind of gender discrimination. Being a feminist, personally I don't even want to be stuck with doing housework chores and cooking. Not to mention being controlled by men. But for the women in Souad's village, it is a must to obey the men and be treated like an animal. It is so disgusting how they have this kind of mentality... how women are just being treated worse than animals and the women don't even have the knowledge or thought of ever retaliating. The thought of being equal to the men never even occurred to them.

Suddenly I'm thankful that I'm born in a place where women are not treated like shit. Even if a few men here and there still have the very traditional thinking that women should stay in the house and do housework while giving babies, I'm glad that at least I get the chance to study and voice out my thoughts. Best of all, I am brought up in an environment where I am not abused because I don't have XY chromosome, and I can developed my own person, and have my own thoughts.

Makes me wonder how much of the world that I have no clue about. Probably a lot more cruelty and harsh reality.

And you wonder why I hate reading newspaper.

....

My thoughts are in chaos.

I haven't been so disorganised in ages. I think my last sem's result, though not bad, but not good either, threw me off track. And I missed the first week of classes, so I'm pretty lost on what's to expect this sem, and little Miss Jojo doesn't like feeling lost and unsure.

Things happened, and I realised, many thanks to watching Discovery and Nat. Geo. and Animal Planet, that I MISS SCIENCE!!!!! Damn.... too many things that make me curious, and not enough time and energy to actually discover all of them.

Feel as though I'm about to self destruct or something. Hello, thoughts, please organise yourself again. And stop missing Science already!

The AT

So, I visited Esther's blog and found this personality test. And since I have nothing to do....

Yeah well, here's what the test said about me.

I'm the analytical thinker. Sounds impressive, I hope. Lol.

I guess... part of it is true, and another part, I'm still discovering.

The Macau trip

The trip to Macau, to be honest, wasn't that interesting. I enjoyed being on plane, though the waiting part sucks, for our departing plane was delayed for more than one hour due to "operating problems". But thank God that our plane back was smooth and not delayed. By the time we finished our four days and three nights trip, we were all dead tired from the travelling and sorts.

The first day was spent mostly inside hotel room, as we were all tired from travelling. My first thought when we first arrived in Macau was that this place doesn't look interesting, and going through Macau definitely proved that it isn't a fun place unless you are there to gamble.

We went around the quiet town to a few places that are supposed to be "tourists attraction", but like I said, Macau's a boring place. The places that we visited were mostly historical sites, and we tried to make the best of it by randomly taking pictures. We visited the place where the Portuguese first landed in Macau and the temples there, and also St. Paul's ruin. I don't remember what the tour guide said about the history of those places, mostly because I was distracted by her accent.

The food there wasn't that great either. We went to Chinese and Portuguese restaurants. The Chinese food there was weird, I don't know if it's because we visited the wrong restaurants, but the food there definitely didn't taste very good. The Portuguese food was okay, but not something that will leave you craving for it for some time. Oh... the food there are expensive. Like really. We went to a food court in a shopping mall and one plate of chicken rice costed 39 bucks. That's almost 20 bucks in Malaysia Ringgit. Definitely way expensive for something that's not good.

In conclusion, the trip was not terribly boring, but also not very exciting. I enjoyed seeing the place, but it's not where I will visit again should I want to go for a holiday. Other than casinos, there are really nothing much to see. The shopping malls are lame and the food don't taste very good, and the local people know no manners at all. Seriously.

Venetian

The water show that made my siblings and cousins go ohs and ahs

The decor in one of the casinos... well, outside the casino to be exact

The place where the Portuguese first landed, and I forgot what this temple is called. Lol.

Sights at the St. Paul's Ruins

The Casinos