How to not piss Jojo off:
1. You don't let her get hungry, because a hungry Jojo is a bitchy Jojo
2. You don't let her wait, 5 to 15 mins, still acceptable, 3 hours, she's ready to chop off your head and pull your guts out and feed them to rats
Today, I had the "honour" to witness the crowd of crazed girls, shouting, screaming, and jumping for five teenage boys. Lucky bastards, seriously, to have don't know how many hundreds girls waiting just for them, including me.
But unlike the fans that don't mind waiting for three hours, by the time I didn't see them on stage after one hour of standing there, waiting, I was already in max grumpiness mode, and I freaked the fan girl standing beside me out with my cursing and swearing and threats about throwing ice cream down to the crowd just to make the girls fight among themselves. Honestly, I skipped lunch so that I can get a story for my JR assignment, but it turned out that those celebrities didn't even have the curtesy to be on time for their fans who actually gave them money to eat and keep their faces pretty. They didn't even tell the reason why they were late.
In the end, I gave up waiting and went to get lunch first, which was a wise decision seeing as by the time I finished they were still not there. Remember, they were late for three hours. Three freaking hours! Imagine what I could have done for that period. But I digress. After lunch, I actually felt better and not so grumpy, but apparently I had passed my grumpiness to Sal, because she became grumpy afterwards.
Just when I decided to leave, the emcee announced that they are on their way, so I decided to stay. And guess what? I bumped into them when I was on my way up to prepare myself to get their pictures. And I wasn't even a fan. In all honesty, they looked cuter than they did in their pictures. And one of the members actually looked so cute and innocent I felt like pinching his cheeks. To think that I managed to get a close look at them without trying when their fans were all being squeezed breathless by the proximity of each other.
So after making the fans waited for three hours, they finally went up stage and said a few words, before getting on with their autograph session. And you know what? They only signed for like half an hour. And if I'm not mistaken, only the first lucky ten fans who went up first get all five of their signatures. The rest of them who got the signature only had one member's signature, and that's all. All after waiting for three hours! And there were people who didn't even managed to get signature. Like Sal.
By the time the "autograph" session ended, I was grinning my head off already. Probably because I ate two ice creams, which means sugar in my blood making me more cheerful, and because I can finally get home. And also I was amused over the whole thing, from bumping into them unintentionally, to trying to get a clear picture of them, and to the crying fans who managed to get their signatures. It was a safe bet to say that by that time I wasn't being grumpy anymore.
Getting back proved to be a not so easy task, when we couldn't get a taxi to send us back. The taxis that were willing to take us back were all trying to rob us off our money. We ended up taking U88, and amazingly I found out that my trusty white heels are actually okay to run in. We managed to catch the bus (yay! Small blessing of life), and all through the bus ride I was stoning, and Sal was just trying to get rid of the annoying boys' voices from her brain. We dropped off at Section 14 for Mcd, and it took us another hour to wait for T628. Sigh....
But at least I got my story! If not, I was willing to go up there and cause something (think catfights) just so I have my story.
Oh, btw, the band mentioned above is a Korean boyband named FT Island, and the autograph session was held in Cineleisure Damansara. It was supposed to start at 1, but many thanks to the "punctuality" of their part, the session successfully started at 4.15 instead. I wonder if any of the fans gave them watch or clock for presents.
I will post the pictures that I took when I get them, but it all depends on whether I'm lazy or hardworking, and whether I want their pictures to actually be in my blog. Haha!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Grammar class
Today, we learned a few stuff in Grammar class. Now people, Grammar, as I have said countless times back in Sem 1, can be unbearably boring and torturing, but it can be made fun by the people in class, and today is just the perfect example.
So, today's lesson.
The spheres rotate and sends out streams of light in every direction.
Answer: The word "sends" should be without "s" because the word "spheres" is plural. So, SVA.
Anyways, since we EL manusias are so very creative, Sal came up with this explanation instead.
Sphere: "Eh, Rotate, you want the "s"? I don't want it."
Rotate: *nods head enthusiatically* "Hai! (as in Japanese "yes", not the greeting)
The next day....
Sphere(s): "Eh, today I take the "s", okay?"
Rotate: *nods head enthusiatically* Hai!
As in, how to decide whether to use the "s" on verb. Look at the noun, and see if the noun has "s". So basically it's some passing game. The noun passes the "s" to the verb when it feels like being single and vice versa.
Last but not least,
Divorce: Future tense of marriage
Cigarette: A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end and a fool on the other end
Optimist: A person who while falling from KL tower (I made it into Malaysia context) says in midway "See, I'm not dead yet."
See? Sometimes Grammar can be fun too, if one is being creative.
So, today's lesson.
- Repeated sounds
Amy: "I want to marry Mary."
Now... other than the obvious fact that Amy is a girl, and she has a boyfriend, and of course, not in the closet lesbian just coming out, the sentence sounds wrong. Why? Because of what we learned. Repeated sounds. Apparently repeating the same sound in a sentence is confusing, thus making the sentence not so clear and nice. So, quoting Amy, "It's grammatically not right to marry Mary."- Tense consistency
The spheres rotate and sends out streams of light in every direction.
Answer: The word "sends" should be without "s" because the word "spheres" is plural. So, SVA.
Anyways, since we EL manusias are so very creative, Sal came up with this explanation instead.
Sphere: "Eh, Rotate, you want the "s"? I don't want it."
Rotate: *nods head enthusiatically* "Hai! (as in Japanese "yes", not the greeting)
The next day....
Sphere(s): "Eh, today I take the "s", okay?"
Rotate: *nods head enthusiatically* Hai!
As in, how to decide whether to use the "s" on verb. Look at the noun, and see if the noun has "s". So basically it's some passing game. The noun passes the "s" to the verb when it feels like being single and vice versa.
Last but not least,
- Latest definition of some nouns
Divorce: Future tense of marriage
Cigarette: A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end and a fool on the other end
Optimist: A person who while falling from KL tower (I made it into Malaysia context) says in midway "See, I'm not dead yet."
See? Sometimes Grammar can be fun too, if one is being creative.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Tag! Your turn
Well, because I don't feel like doing assignments, even if I SHOULD be doing assignments, so here goes.
I got tagged by Kung. Usually I forgot to do whatever it is that I have been tagged, but read the above paragraph again, just in case you forgot why I bother to do this tag this time.
Okay.... I'll skip the real name part since I have no intention of publishing my real name here, and besides, if you are reading this you probably know my real name anyways.
Nickname: Ah Jo, Jojo, Death Angel(for online uses)
Married: Gosh, no! Too young to want to be tied down by marriage
Male/Female: F
High school: SMK Convent
College: UTAR
Short or long hair: I consider it neither long or short
Are you a health freak? No way! Junk food is my best friend.
Height: 169cm
Do you have a crush on someone? Past tense: many. Present tense: Boringly, nopes.
Do you like yourself? Most of the time, yes, but not to the extent that I think the world revolves around me.
Any piercings? One on either earlobe (though I wish for another two: one eyebrow, one lip)
Right or left handed? Right
First -
Surgery: Never had one before, and hopefully never in the future too
Piercing: Earlobes, can't remember left or right first
Person you see in the morning: My roommate, or one of the housemates
Award: Er, can't remember. If can't remember it means it's not worth mentioning anyways
Sport you joined: Er, can't remember too!
Pet: Tadpoles count?
Vacation: Can't remember again!
Concert: Unfortunately, never been to one before. Sobs.
Crush: I think it was the boy who sat next to me when I was in kindergarten. We were two odd kids who didn't have a table for six to sit, so the two of us sat at the back of the class with two small desks for each of us. Can't even recall his name now.
Currently -
Eating: Nothing, cause my braces killed all my urge to eat.
Drinking: The good old H2O
I'm about to: Continue trying to escape doing AND thinking about assignments.
In the future -
Want kids? I rather think I will like my friends to have kids then I play with their kids, instead of my own.
Get married? Still considering to or not, but who knows what the future holds?
Careers in mind: Something to do with writing and my imagination, hopefully something I will enjoy doing
Which is better?
Lips or eyes? Eyes
Hugs or kisses? Hugs?
Shorter or taller? For my partner? Taller
Romantic or spontaneous? Romantic
Sensitive or loud? Sensitive
Troublemaker or hesitant? Somewhere in between, but I guess that doesn't answer the q.
Have you ever -
Kissed a stranger? No.
Drank bubbles? What's bubbles anyways? As in the one you blow?
Lost contacts or glasses? Nopes.
Ran away from home? Don't think so.
Liked someone younger? Platonic-wise, yes. Romantic-wise, no.
Liked someone older? See above answer.
Broke someone's heart? I'm not sure.
Been arrested? No.
Cried when someone died? No.
Do you believe in -
Yourself? I try to most of the time.
Miracles? Sometimes.
Heaven? Not really.
Santa Claus? No.
Magic? No. Though I wish for it to be real. Haha
Angels? Don't think so.
Honestly -
Is there someone you wish to be with right now? Other than my friends, family, and dogs, no.
Do you believe in God? Yes and No.
La... finito. And now I tag those who are on my friend blog list, though you guys will probably ignore it like I did for the previous few tags. Hahas!
I got tagged by Kung. Usually I forgot to do whatever it is that I have been tagged, but read the above paragraph again, just in case you forgot why I bother to do this tag this time.
Okay.... I'll skip the real name part since I have no intention of publishing my real name here, and besides, if you are reading this you probably know my real name anyways.
Nickname: Ah Jo, Jojo, Death Angel(for online uses)
Married: Gosh, no! Too young to want to be tied down by marriage
Male/Female: F
High school: SMK Convent
College: UTAR
Short or long hair: I consider it neither long or short
Are you a health freak? No way! Junk food is my best friend.
Height: 169cm
Do you have a crush on someone? Past tense: many. Present tense: Boringly, nopes.
Do you like yourself? Most of the time, yes, but not to the extent that I think the world revolves around me.
Any piercings? One on either earlobe (though I wish for another two: one eyebrow, one lip)
Right or left handed? Right
First -
Surgery: Never had one before, and hopefully never in the future too
Piercing: Earlobes, can't remember left or right first
Person you see in the morning: My roommate, or one of the housemates
Award: Er, can't remember. If can't remember it means it's not worth mentioning anyways
Sport you joined: Er, can't remember too!
Pet: Tadpoles count?
Vacation: Can't remember again!
Concert: Unfortunately, never been to one before. Sobs.
Crush: I think it was the boy who sat next to me when I was in kindergarten. We were two odd kids who didn't have a table for six to sit, so the two of us sat at the back of the class with two small desks for each of us. Can't even recall his name now.
Currently -
Eating: Nothing, cause my braces killed all my urge to eat.
Drinking: The good old H2O
I'm about to: Continue trying to escape doing AND thinking about assignments.
In the future -
Want kids? I rather think I will like my friends to have kids then I play with their kids, instead of my own.
Get married? Still considering to or not, but who knows what the future holds?
Careers in mind: Something to do with writing and my imagination, hopefully something I will enjoy doing
Which is better?
Lips or eyes? Eyes
Hugs or kisses? Hugs?
Shorter or taller? For my partner? Taller
Romantic or spontaneous? Romantic
Sensitive or loud? Sensitive
Troublemaker or hesitant? Somewhere in between, but I guess that doesn't answer the q.
Have you ever -
Kissed a stranger? No.
Drank bubbles? What's bubbles anyways? As in the one you blow?
Lost contacts or glasses? Nopes.
Ran away from home? Don't think so.
Liked someone younger? Platonic-wise, yes. Romantic-wise, no.
Liked someone older? See above answer.
Broke someone's heart? I'm not sure.
Been arrested? No.
Cried when someone died? No.
Do you believe in -
Yourself? I try to most of the time.
Miracles? Sometimes.
Heaven? Not really.
Santa Claus? No.
Magic? No. Though I wish for it to be real. Haha
Angels? Don't think so.
Honestly -
Is there someone you wish to be with right now? Other than my friends, family, and dogs, no.
Do you believe in God? Yes and No.
La... finito. And now I tag those who are on my friend blog list, though you guys will probably ignore it like I did for the previous few tags. Hahas!
The loner, not the hypocrite
Sometimes, I don't know why, maybe I did have such a freakingly huge ego that I can't stand it when people criticise me, or maybe I just don't like the fact that people try to change me. Especially if those people are homo sapiens that I happened to call my friends.
For my "friends" out there who try to change me, I have something to say.
Shut up. You don't know enough about me to try to change me into someone who you think I should be.
Seriously, sometimes things don't happen because I'm pathetic or lame, not to say that I think myself as the coolest, the hippest, or whatever terms you planned to use, but sometimes things happened because I chose for it to happen this way. Like when I choose to stay at home and face my laptop instead of going out, that is because I don't like to go out ALL the time, and rather stay home and chill, instead of chill outside of my home. Just because I don't go out all the time doesn't mean I am the friendless, anti-social girl.
And just because I don't have like hundreds of people on my friend list in Friendster and Facebook doesn't mean that I don't have friends. Because I don't care whether I have that many people on the list, and for most people, that list is for show only anyways! What I care about is having real friends who will be there for me when I need them, not just their pretty pictures to decorate my online friend list. If given a choice between being the hypocrite who has thousands of "friends" on Friendster and Facebook, and the anti-social loner that only has two true best friends, then I rather be the loner, thank you very much.
The thing is, most of the time I choose to do things my own way. I rather be true to myself than be someone who is pretending all the time, because this pretending thing is tiring, both physically and emotionally. I just don't want to do that. And I don't need a lot of fake friendships that will make me popular, I want friendships that are real and will be cherished even when I'm miles apart from my friends.
So, what I'm trying to say is, just because you are the way you are, doesn't mean that you have to change me into someone like you. Because I'm not you, and I will NEVER want to be you. I might find dissatisfaction in life once or twice here and there, but I will never want to be anyone other than me.
Last but not least, I'm not trying to insult those people who did have hundreds of friends on Friendster or Facebook by saying it's only for show. Maybe some of you did have that many friends, but I'm just not that into having so many friends. The keeping-in-touch would have shortened my lifespan by half if I do have so many friends.
After all, I am the loner anyways.
For my "friends" out there who try to change me, I have something to say.
Shut up. You don't know enough about me to try to change me into someone who you think I should be.
Seriously, sometimes things don't happen because I'm pathetic or lame, not to say that I think myself as the coolest, the hippest, or whatever terms you planned to use, but sometimes things happened because I chose for it to happen this way. Like when I choose to stay at home and face my laptop instead of going out, that is because I don't like to go out ALL the time, and rather stay home and chill, instead of chill outside of my home. Just because I don't go out all the time doesn't mean I am the friendless, anti-social girl.
And just because I don't have like hundreds of people on my friend list in Friendster and Facebook doesn't mean that I don't have friends. Because I don't care whether I have that many people on the list, and for most people, that list is for show only anyways! What I care about is having real friends who will be there for me when I need them, not just their pretty pictures to decorate my online friend list. If given a choice between being the hypocrite who has thousands of "friends" on Friendster and Facebook, and the anti-social loner that only has two true best friends, then I rather be the loner, thank you very much.
The thing is, most of the time I choose to do things my own way. I rather be true to myself than be someone who is pretending all the time, because this pretending thing is tiring, both physically and emotionally. I just don't want to do that. And I don't need a lot of fake friendships that will make me popular, I want friendships that are real and will be cherished even when I'm miles apart from my friends.
So, what I'm trying to say is, just because you are the way you are, doesn't mean that you have to change me into someone like you. Because I'm not you, and I will NEVER want to be you. I might find dissatisfaction in life once or twice here and there, but I will never want to be anyone other than me.
Last but not least, I'm not trying to insult those people who did have hundreds of friends on Friendster or Facebook by saying it's only for show. Maybe some of you did have that many friends, but I'm just not that into having so many friends. The keeping-in-touch would have shortened my lifespan by half if I do have so many friends.
After all, I am the loner anyways.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Re-obsession
I give up!
I was trying to find pics of the two people that first started my obsession, but since my line is not cooperating, too bad then.
Ever since Friday, when I saw that guy in uni, I started obsessing about my ex-obsession.
Eyebrow piercing. Lip piercing.
And I have Fergie and Chester to thank that for.
I first saw these two piercings on them, and thinking, "Hey, I like that. Can I have eyebrow/lip piercing too?"
But obviously, I didn't get them, as everyone can see that my face is hole-free, well, other than the occasionally pimples that pop out without permission. I have no idea why I have obsession for the two piercings, I certainly don't want any more holes in my ears. Or have I any urge to put a hole in my nose or navel or any other parts that can be pierced.
No, I just want an eyebrow piercing like Fergie and a lip piercing like Chester. And I don't think it has anything to do with wanting the piercing because I like Fergie and Chester, I'm not that crazy of a fan.
Well, as much as I want them, I have my hesitations, in the form of parents and infections. Even my friends seem to think that piercing doesn't suit my image, which apparently is too "good girl"-ish. Sigh...
And to think that I was so obsessed with the idea of getting one that I spent the whole Friday night reading articles on piercing when I should be doing other things like assignments.
I pray that this obsession goes sooner than later, before I did something about it. I have a feeling that my friends might hear a lot about me wanting to get a piercing if the obsession didn't go off soon. I guess I have to be thankful that I didn't see someone with tattoos that actually trigger my ex-obsession with that too. Or else my friends will really never hear the end of my obsessions.
I was trying to find pics of the two people that first started my obsession, but since my line is not cooperating, too bad then.
Ever since Friday, when I saw that guy in uni, I started obsessing about my ex-obsession.
Eyebrow piercing. Lip piercing.
And I have Fergie and Chester to thank that for.
I first saw these two piercings on them, and thinking, "Hey, I like that. Can I have eyebrow/lip piercing too?"
But obviously, I didn't get them, as everyone can see that my face is hole-free, well, other than the occasionally pimples that pop out without permission. I have no idea why I have obsession for the two piercings, I certainly don't want any more holes in my ears. Or have I any urge to put a hole in my nose or navel or any other parts that can be pierced.
No, I just want an eyebrow piercing like Fergie and a lip piercing like Chester. And I don't think it has anything to do with wanting the piercing because I like Fergie and Chester, I'm not that crazy of a fan.
Well, as much as I want them, I have my hesitations, in the form of parents and infections. Even my friends seem to think that piercing doesn't suit my image, which apparently is too "good girl"-ish. Sigh...
And to think that I was so obsessed with the idea of getting one that I spent the whole Friday night reading articles on piercing when I should be doing other things like assignments.
I pray that this obsession goes sooner than later, before I did something about it. I have a feeling that my friends might hear a lot about me wanting to get a piercing if the obsession didn't go off soon. I guess I have to be thankful that I didn't see someone with tattoos that actually trigger my ex-obsession with that too. Or else my friends will really never hear the end of my obsessions.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Desperate times call for desperate measures
I need space, because it's getting harder to breath.
I need air, because I am suffocating.
I need help, because I might be sinking.
I need time, because there are too many things to do.
I need escape, because stress is building up.
I need a good cry, because my emotions are a freaking wreck right now.
I need comfort, because my nerves are killing me.
I need hugs, because my insecurities are drowning me.
I need to speak up, because my silence is choking me.
Even if so, I will not cry because I'm too freaking egoistic and proud to cry. And I won't seek for hugs, because physical contact freaks me out. Whacking, punching, hitting, slapping, pinching, poking and tickling other people not included.
Add in the dose of unhealthy balance of hormones (thank you, pms, I love you SO much), voila, you have a monster on a wild rampage. Watch out, people.
I need air, because I am suffocating.
I need help, because I might be sinking.
I need time, because there are too many things to do.
I need escape, because stress is building up.
I need a good cry, because my emotions are a freaking wreck right now.
I need comfort, because my nerves are killing me.
I need hugs, because my insecurities are drowning me.
I need to speak up, because my silence is choking me.
Even if so, I will not cry because I'm too freaking egoistic and proud to cry. And I won't seek for hugs, because physical contact freaks me out. Whacking, punching, hitting, slapping, pinching, poking and tickling other people not included.
Add in the dose of unhealthy balance of hormones (thank you, pms, I love you SO much), voila, you have a monster on a wild rampage. Watch out, people.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
The poor girl
Disclaimer: The above news is taken from The Star, March 06, 2008Girl killed while walking to school
KUALA LUMPUR: A 12-year-old girl, who could not contact her parents to send her to school after she missed the bus, was killed in a hit-and-run accident while walking to school.Nicole Lim died on the spot after she was hit by two cars at 7am yesterday.
She was thrown to the ground when the first car hit and dragged her about 400m along Jalan Kuching before the second car hit her.
The SK Batu Caves pupil decided to walk to school after she missed her school bus.
What in the world has our society become? How on earth did Malaysians become some cruel? To hit a 12 year-old girl and leave her to death. To drag her for 400 metres and NOT even stop to at least help, even if she had died instantly. And what more, she was hit by another car. I shudder to think of how she had looked like after both cars hitting her.
Makes you wonder if the drivers are blind, or just heartless.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
The dream
Recently I have been feeling restless, not in the "I'm bored and I need fun things to amuse me" kind of restless. For me, this kind of restless-ness is bad. It feels like my past demons have come back to haunt me, though I can't really pinpoint what it is that bug me. Not that I really did have demons in the past, just a metaphor.
This morning I woke up with quite a disturbing dream, which was broken thanks to the annoying invention called alarm clock. This might sound weird, but I'm actually quite curious to what will happen if I did not wake up. Probably I would have forgotten about my dreams. But anyways...
This dream of mine started with a virus spreading out. The virus eats human's eyes, or more specifically, the iris. And no, I am not the heroine in this dream. In fact, my own eye got eaten. One of my eye, can't remember left or right, but I remember looking in the mirror to find that one of my iris was eaten, and all that is left in that eye is the white ball in the socket. Empty hole for the place where my iris used to be. It is kinda gross to look at, actually.
So I told people about it, and most of them are grossed out by it. Which amused me. I guess in a way I am a sadist that takes pleasure in morbid stuff. Just no overflowing blood, and I will be fine.
This morning I woke up with quite a disturbing dream, which was broken thanks to the annoying invention called alarm clock. This might sound weird, but I'm actually quite curious to what will happen if I did not wake up. Probably I would have forgotten about my dreams. But anyways...
This dream of mine started with a virus spreading out. The virus eats human's eyes, or more specifically, the iris. And no, I am not the heroine in this dream. In fact, my own eye got eaten. One of my eye, can't remember left or right, but I remember looking in the mirror to find that one of my iris was eaten, and all that is left in that eye is the white ball in the socket. Empty hole for the place where my iris used to be. It is kinda gross to look at, actually.
So I told people about it, and most of them are grossed out by it. Which amused me. I guess in a way I am a sadist that takes pleasure in morbid stuff. Just no overflowing blood, and I will be fine.
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