A closure

I'll be temporarily taking a break from blogposting to cure my
broken/kaput/out of order heart.

Until then, Happy Christmas & Merry New Year!

Post SPM syndrome

SPM has been over for like six days and two weeks/ 20 days ago.

I'm still having those must-have-symptoms. Those must-have-symptoms during SPM, meaning, not going out or doing all those things you're not suppose to do during SPM lah. You get my drift. Sickening really, but I'm adjusting to it.

I love it, but I hate it all at the same time.
Most, or maybe some of you would know how slumber i was then.
How I acted as if SPM wasn't going on or so.

You should see me now, all cooped up in my house doing nothing.
Not exactly nothing nothing, but I'm becoming a houselady now.
I cook and clean, for real.

On another note, I've been doing yoga.
Me and nine other girls.
We're practicing for a ten minute performance for the concert.
Which means I'm getting muscle pains all over my body in the mornings lah.

Jin hwa, I'm no tauhu okay!

The yoga instructo'rs name is Wee Boon, he's nearly always thirty five minutes late and always blames it on the traffic even when there isn't one.
Did I mention he has a really nice buntot?
And while waiting for Weeee Boon to miraculously appear on time for practices, we snack on McDs.
Which defeats the purpose of doing yoga in the first place. Bodoh betul.



A big thank you is in order to Crystal for the doughnuts :)

:]=< ehh this fella looks like some wanna be strongman smiley!
I am woman, hear me roar!


Heheh.

Anyone can cook!

I've been cooking the past week!

I kid you not.

After such a long time. The last time was uh, was, I can't even remember. My skill haven't deteriorate though. Considering the insufficient ingredients, my food was ok-lah.

Passable. Edible. And even close to Yummy :D

Wheeee. Cooking is fun. Now I can start cooking all over again.

This weeks menu:
Sunday: Char Kuey Teow
Monday: Stir Fry Oyster Mushrooms, Steamed Fish and some Veggie
Tuesday: Noodles
Wednesday: Fried Rice, Taugeh, Sup Bunjut & Tempeh


I am so very proud of myself. Now now, do not underestimate the small one here.

HAHAHA!

This is the most hilarious thing I've read in months, well actually the only thing I've read the past few months was Oxford Fajar's Chemistry. Sheesh. Check out Mr. Zaid Ibrahim!.. Particularly his accomplishments, break up and ambition.

I think I laughed so hard reading it, my throat feels a little itchy.

Its wittily amusing. I was literally ROFL.

Note: ROFL is short for: Rolling on the floor laughing. Straining the fact that it is a lot more funny than your usual lol.

Dilemma

My feeling now is like rojak. It's a mix of emptiness, helplessness, fear, anxiety, excitement, dread, and etc. I've been thinking about my future ever since SPM came to an end. Its been bugging me these few days especially.

I don't know where, how or what I'll be doing next year. I'm scared stiff and I feel to some extent discouraged, thinking that I might have a miserable future.

My friends tell me I still have time and not to worry. But then again, I worry about the slightest issues. That’s what I do best, worry.

The idea of stopping my education after this year crossed my mind more then once. Its a rash decision, I know. Hit me on the head will you please.

The dilemma I had for what course I should take is too much to handle. Gah!

I've got an ulcer on my tongue

Dearest Best Friend, in reply to your witty blogpost, you're welcome for the wake up call.

Anytime =D

I do not have a Cheezels and onion rings addiction, really!! And I still think A&Ws onion rings are sold at an extremely steep prices. Sheesh.

Class of 5 Bakti Year 2007.

These are the pictures taken at our mini class reunion on the
4th December 2007.

The beginning

The oh-so-responsible class monitor

The birthday boy

The crazy Manchester United fan

The aftermath


The unbelievably and exceptionally intelligent one

The greedy one. Heehee

My five year relationship <3






My deepest apologies to Kee Hoong and Jun Shuo that weirdly enough there weren't any pictures of you both that I could post up :( but I truly enjoyed the Mulan song you remixed for me and Pravin. Thank you for having that song stuck in my head for days after that.

Thank you, Carmen

For painstakingly keeping a tupperware full of chocolates for me. Me!


Not just any chocolates, mind you.


Chocolate on the outside and peanut butter on the inside. Fuh.


Yeap, its Reese's peanut butter cups by Hersheys!!! Ta-Dah!


Thank you la! I should make a special trip to the airport to stock up my fridge with yummeh dairy products someday. Or I could wish really hard for Christmas that Santa surprises me with a sugar daddy in the US who'll shower me with gifts and chocolates every once in a while :D

I have the shiniest bathroom in town

I was scrubbing and swishing, wiping and drying at 2am this morning and with all that elbow grease my bathroom is SPOTLESS. I just got this huge burst of energy and this weird urge to clean my bathroom (it was well need too)

I even moved to my room and gave the windows a good polish.

Believe it or not I got all that clean in less than an hour!

There was something undeniably comforting about it, especially at two in the morning when the emptiness of life is keeping me awake.

Last night or should I say early this morning before I hopped back into bed I watched the sequel of Pirates of the Caribbean, Dead Man's Chest.


And and, Happy Birthday Pei Hao! For unexplainable reasons, Kok Sing calls him Pei Howe. Stupid mushroom.

Movies I've watched the past week

The couch potato that I've become :S

I'm the Girl Forever Glued To Television With Cheezels Packet In Hand. Has a nice ring in the middle, no? Yes, I know. Anyone wanna join me? I’ll share my cheezels if you buy me ice lemon tea?

That was last week. This week, I'm making efforts on being more productive. I really have, okay!

Monday morning was spent at temple doing dana and little things like that. The rest of monday was spent re-reading Da Vince Code, Dan Brown. I'm now reading Plan B.

I got the synopsis from the web:

Ten years ago, Ben, Lindsey, Chuck, Alison, and Jack graduated from NYU and went out into the world, fresh-faced and full of dreams for the future. But now Ben's getting a divorce, Lindsey's unemployed, Alison and Chuck seem stuck in ruts of their own making, and Jack is getting more publicity for his cocaine addiction than his multimillion-dollar Hollywood successes.

It seems that the one thing they've learned since graduation is that nothing turned out the way they planned it. Suddenly, turning thirty- past the age their parents were when they were born, older than every current star athlete or pop music sensation - seems to be both more meaningful and less than they'd imagined ten years ago.

There's no time to contemplate this milestone, however; life is intervening, especially for Jack. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and though the bold plan the friends devise to save Jack from himself may not be the best way, once again, going with Plan B seems to be the only choice they have.

Jonathan Tropper's wonderful debut novel is about more than friendship, love, celebrity, addiction, kidnapping or even turning thirty- it's a heartfelt, sharply written comic riff on what it means to be an adult against your will, to be single when you thought you'd have a family, to realize nothing in life happens like you planned it, to discover you are not, in fact, immortal, and to learn that Star Wars is as good a life lesson today as it was when you were six years old.

On Monday night, I set my alarm clock nine ten the following morning, in attempts to wake up and for once be on time when Pei Hao picks me up. But alas, my phone’s feeble default ring tone failed miserably to wake me. I woke at nineFIFTY, ten wretched minutes before the angel blue Gen2 was due to arrive outside my gates. ARGH!

I practically ran into the bathroom with a towel in one hand and underwear in the other. Goodness la. Serve you right Weishya, for watching movies until three in the morning. And I broke the record by showering in ten minutes flat. Yea la, mandi kerbau.

And I shall let the pictures do the storytelling of what I did the whole day:








Filled our tummies at A&W.

FIVE miserable Onion rings which costs RM3.99 :(

NOW actually stands for Night of Wonders. Ish. For those who failed to purchase a ticket for SJBA YS 15th Anniversary Concert, you're missing out on good stuff. Hah!

Left temple before dinner for Summit to watch, The Heartbreak Kid with Pravin.

Dumb show la really. Thank you for the great evening. Its funny how we start a morning with sandwiched with a crappy 'yea or mmh' conversation and hurtful texts yet end up enjoying the evening with each others presence =)

Before I crashed into bed, I watched Pirates with tall sister.

Goodnight now! =)

p/s: I postponed this blogpost long enough just to get hold of the pictures.

Try peanut butter MnMs today!

They’re absolutely delicious! I cracked open a bag and ate a few and it ROCKED like nothing else did! Mmm yummy =D

Nothing goes better with chocolate than peanut butter!! They're costly okay! Sixteen something, but its worth it. Heehee. Thank you Pravin for buying them for me :):)

I urge peanut butter and chocolate lovers a like to get your hands on some of these babies!

This is what happens when I'm bored

My birthday is 10 / 26 / 1990
which means I am 17 years old and about:

74 years 0 months younger than Walter Cronkite, age 91
69 years 4 months younger than Nancy Reagan, age 86
66 years 4 months younger than George Herbert Bush, age 83
59 years 1 month younger than Barbara Walters, age 76
56 years 11 months younger than Larry King, age 74
50 years 9 months younger than Ted Koppel, age 67
47 years 4 months younger than Geraldo Rivera, age 64
44 years 4 months younger than George W. Bush, age 61
39 years 3 months younger than Jesse Ventura, age 56
35 years 0 months younger than Bill Gates, age 52
30 years 2 months younger than Cal Ripken Jr., age 47
24 years 4 months younger than Mike Tyson, age 41
20 years 3 months younger than Jennifer Lopez, age 37
14 years 10 months younger than Tiger Woods, age 31
8 years 4 months younger than Prince William, age 25

and that I am:

10 years old at the time of the 9-11 attack on America
9 years old on the first day of Y2K
6 years old when Princess Diana was killed in a car crash
4 years old at the time of Oklahoma City bombing
3 years old when O. J. Simpson was charged with murder
2 years old at the time of the 93 bombing of the World Trade Center
not yet 1 year old when Operation Desert Storm began

What colour is your brain?

My brain is not purple! Its outrages. I just won't accept it. There must be a flaw in that quiz, really.

Your Brain is Purple

Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic. You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense. Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.

What Color Is Your Brain?

Its been a week after SPM

For some bizarre reason I’m not as thrilled as I thought I would be. SPM is dead and gone. And I’m feeling kinda... Normal. Aren’t I supposed to be jumping up and down every waking moment, screeching?

Doubt it.

I miss school really badly. Surprised? Yea, me too.

What about the people in it? Seems like most thirteen-ians are going to Taylor's.

Let’s look at the bright SIDE!

School’s over!

Then why oh why does it feel like its an awful thing?

White highlights

I am tired.
I've got white paint in my hair.
I've got horrible period cramps.
I am hungry.
I need to shower.
but I also really want to sleep.
I know that tomorrow I'll wake up with a headache and probably hit my head on my bedpost.

But nevertheless, I feel a sense of fulfillment.

Goodnight world!