What Is It With The Red Ones?

1. Coffee / Tea
2. Noodles / Rice / M&Ms
3. Ocean / Lake
4. Phone / Computer / Bed
5. Smsing / Calling
6. Durians / Fried Worms
7. Coke / Sprite / Bubble Milk Tea
8. Cold weather / Hot weather
9. Pancakes / Waffles with Ice Cream
10. Sand / Grass
11. Vanilla / Chocolate
12. Coughing / Sneezing
13. Paper / Plastic
14. Gold / Silver / Red
15. Watermelon / Strawberry
16. Slippers / Shoes
17. Early Bird / Night owl
18. Books / Magazines
19. Short / Tall
20. Heaven Above / Paradise on Earth

Wedges

After five glorious days off from college, I am back.

Back in the shoe box size of the room, where I find most comforting, where I can sleep, indulge and hide away from the world to study and study until I win a scholarship in a college somewhere closer to home. Yeah, like that's ever gonna happen.

Still, I can't escape the overblaring fact that finals are merely seventeen days away, and that includes new years. I already am looking foward to watching the surise, gaining of weight, depressing moments when I can't balance accounts and lengthy nap sessions and the brain bleed.




Note to self; Life isn’t complicated. I just have to stop complicating it. :)

Rainbow Sprinkles

YES YES!

I've once again changed templates. I got bored of the last one a lil bit too fast although I really did like the flip flops :)

And so, the cupcakes are back. If you were a reader from aeons ago, you would remember my first first first template. The one with a cupcake quite similar to this one execpt that one has a black swirly background and this is plain pink.

Pink isn't exactly my colour as I'm more to the reddish, yellowish kinda person but the cupcake is just so so hard to resist. Pink will just have to do.

That Green Thing

I don't know why does it affect me so much, but it does.

It is just a picture, period.

A Little Bit Too Big

There are the things that matter, the things that don’t matter, and lastly, the things that we convince ourselves do matter, but actually don’t.

At the end of the day, it all boils down to who’s important and who’s not, what's truly important and what's not and whether it is really necessary.

And that's that.

2009 is making it's way through despite the jumble of events, it's time I, the one who is always greater at telling what to do, to listen to myself, and etch that in my puny head.

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BELIEVE

The best part of believe is the lie.
Fall Out Boy

My Head Hurts

3 things I wanna improve more about myself:

Less clumsy
Be less forgetful
Less sensitive

:)

Contented

Without a doubt, that's how I'm feeling.

Despite how tired I'm feeling even after eight whole hours of sleep and how my eyes still hurt, or how I dread going back to classes, I'm happy.

:)

Feeling Orange

I'm home, I'm home, I'm HOME.

Well, for eight hours or so before I leave for camp. (Oh YES, you read right. C-A-M-P. I'll elaborate more on this later on.) Which one hour was spent with Shu Xian having a precelebration upon her reaching seventeenhood. For now, I've got assignments to finish and the remaining hours will be spent sleeping. Of all things, Mum is bickering with me over a pair of shoes! As much as I'd like to be stubborn and think I'm always right (which I am), I don't have ALL DAY to sit and bicker, you know mum. I think you're worried, but I will be fine, really. I'm not that prone to accidents anymore. Four days and three nights in Pahang is no problemo after two horrendous months in Sabah ;)

Karma has been on my side lately and I am going for YDC 17!!! *skipjumphop*

Ages ago I've given up on all hopes of going. Tiba-tiba a participant withdraws and calls were made. Next thing I know, I'm going for camp and skipping three classes in the process. 

But I'm consoling myself with the fact that there's an allocated quota which I AM allowed to flunk :D Two of them are English which I really wouldn't mind missing and I think Miss Elizabeth would be rather glad to have me absent for a change. Heehee.

Up this moment, nobody, but a handful of college friends and the camp committees has the privilege of knowledge that I'm going. And that includes CRYSTAL CHOW and a bunch of people that isn't very pleased with the fact that I'm not going, not happy at all I'd say. Ishes. I'm looking forward to seeing their reactions. 

I'd especially like to see the look on Martin's face when I turn up tomorrow. HAHAHAHA. *even thinking about it makes me laugh wei, you'd have to know him to get what I mean* Earlier, together we went and bought Xian a McFlurry before turning up at her place; unannounced, unexpected and uninvited. He thinks I came back just for her birthday ;) We'll see if I'm a fantastic foolproof liar tomorrow okay?

Gotta rush, assignments are calling and I haven't even packed! See you peeps in four days :)

P/s: This post is scheduled for obvious reasons. HAHA.

P/s2: Everything seems to be going downhill. I am in URGENT need of best friends time so this camp will be just what I need.

Here's To You

Remember the days where we both clad in pony tails and tacky school uniforms, and even before the recess bell rang, we'd be fighting over your bekalan of Indomie Goreng and my Mum's awesome Nasi Goreng which Kee Hoong can never resist?

I want to relive those days. Even if it means getting caught by Puan Chong for playing Speed during Science lesson or shedding tears over Bio test resuts.

Happy Seventeeth Doraemon kia.

I miss you.

P/s: I have a picture but it's in my thumbdrive which is 42487324 miles from here :( I'll attach it with this post later.

Soon To Come

Sigh.

It sucks when people think highly of your academic abilities.

I hate it.

Cause then it becomes such a shocker when you fail to reach expectations. Stop putting your hope in me and thinking that I can when I can't. I'm sorry, I'm irresponsible, but I just cannot do it.

And it effing sucks when ALL your friends are off for holidays, going around the world, going for camps and leisure trips and I'm forced to sit tight within the four corners of my room, trying to no avail to study. Not to mention I've got that computer assignment to finish by Wednesday. I suck at Microsoft Excel, I really do. :)

Oh yes, I remember now

I am(was) ubberly frustrated.

Remember the test which I rushed back to Setapak to study for? Cutting short my lenghty four day weekend in the process. The one that got cancelled last week after berbanyak-banyak hair pulling moments. Forcing myself to read another page of notes even when I REALLY didn't feel like studying with Yang beside me being intelligent even without lifting a finger -.- And later on carrying my notes with me to bed, reading until I fell asleep with the lights on.

Yea, that test. Which I ranted and whined over so much? The very same one.

It was postponed, AGAIN!!!!!!

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*takesdeepbreath*

I am that frustrated, seriously. A normal human being would have just say a prayer of thanks and be grateful with such luck, but I am NO NORMAL HUMAN BEING. I fecking studied alright.

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW FAST THINGS FLY OUT OF MY HEAD?

DO YOU?!?! Very much assured, faster than you can say the pink panther ate a purple asparagus for lunch and his poop was green.

Eh woman, you think we people have got nothing better to do is it? Keep delaying tests, one week after another with stupid mindless reasons. I have better things to do you know, like sleeping for instance. Have you any idea how many gazillion worry warts I'm getting if I keep going at this pace?

And if you think I'm even gonna trouble my butt off to study beforehand for the test next week, dream on. Last minute will pass off as an okay the next time around.

This week: IT Assignment, Cocuriculum Day, a Long and Uneventful Weekend.
Next week: Econs, QS and the stooopid Accounts test, the YDC which I will unfortunately will be skipping.

This Post Was Meant To Be A Waste Of Space

I waited bloody AGES for this page to load, yea, retarded library computers, and then I oh-so-conveniently forgot what I wanted to post.

Amnesiac, much?

What Bliss Means

For the first time, in a very long time too, I woke up after twelve in the afternoon. If it doesn't surprise you, it's a big shocker to me. I normally am up and rushing into the showers before seven thirty, people are depending on me to make it on time for class yo. How can I sleep under all that pressure wei.. And no matter how many times I accidentally switched off my alarm in my sleep, miraculously, I'll wake up in time for class, by the means of skipping shower and dashing off without a sock.

To be able to roll in bed till noon is indescribable. Hmm. Must be the pillows :)


Being home has both it's pro's and con's. Both which never fail to leave me at the end of the day very much thankful for. To have dad barging in the room minutes before half past eight, on a Saturday morning; after a looong week at college, literally yanking me and tall sister up from bed and dragging us halfway around Subang, and later on to then dentist's. To catch up with the best friend in person instead of undetailed updates on MSN because it's waaaay too expensive to just sit in the cyber cafe and watch crisps of notes burn away. Having to snatch and fight with Tall Sister for an extra pillow, ending up grabbing everything she has on the bed and only to end up with a miserable pillow. To have Mum's chicken Soup swirling in my tummy as I bounce up and down the flight of stairs in midsts of rush before heading for weekly youth gathering which I always fail to attend under normal circumstances.

And to just be home.

Blissful :)

Such As We Are Made Of

Being hostel ridden is depriving me of many things. I spend less time at home. Less time with the family. Lesser time with friends and with the comfy bed which I find less and less comfort in. this is increasingly frustrating each weekend I come home. Why? Because everyone's so keen on having a fraction of my time back home and it's driving me nuts. It's not like I don't WANT to. I'm merely human with 24 hours a day and can only be at one place at once, okay so shoot me alright.

:(

My Promise

I will make time this weekend.

*pinky swear*

When The Sky Smiles At You

It is a sign from above that the class test going on tomorrow would be postponed. And for a very stupid reason too - the questions haven't been printed -______-

At times like this, you ask yourself why did you bother in the first place. *swears*

Hello December!

:)

Another month to 2009 and to think that year 2007 is still fresh in my memory bank. How I relish those days. The days where I had all the time in the world to do as I please within the comfort zone. Still, after eleven whole months, I've finally learned to embrace and enjoy an entirely different phase of life. Something I deemed as impossible is after all possible.

Months have come and gone, along with many many eventful moments which I can never find time to rant it all out here. But yea, I'm hanging in there ;)

Since I have NO HOLIDAYS unlike 4523496124 other teenagers in Malaysia, already making plans for Penang makan trips; making up for lost time, because my college is so so stingy they leave me stunned sometimes...

This week I'm gonna study study study. *switches to nerd mode* I've got two tests this week, one next week and another one the following one and an assignment to hand in in the near future. What's a girl to do now? Study lah. And all my hopes of shedding the weight gained during the great depression are shattered into bits of caramel. Confining myself within the four walls of my room never helps when it comes to weight issues. Sighs.

What Do I Really Want?

Normalcity is finally settling down, and so is lifelessness.

I tend to do the same things at the same time, every day. For example: waking up at that precise time, morning calls, getting hungry, using the bathroom, getting annoyed, guilt trips for not studying enough.

Arghghgh.

You Made It Happen

And so, it's been a whole month since I've stepped into eighteenhood. Until this moment, dare I say, it’s been fun; considering the privileges that came along with the big one eight. I’ve been enjoying it, making my way into 18sx movies without a glitch , getting a RED bank card of my own and such. But until recently, I hadn’t realize that there was a trade off, that I might not get away with what mindlessly innocent excuses or fit into places where I’d been comfortable.

And you would agree with me that we learn and experience new things everyday, no? Ah well, today I found out my blood type! Yes yes.. in addition to not knowing what my chinese name means, unable to use a chopstick and differentiate one dialect from another and sit in a massage chair without revealing my jakuness, I also dont know my blood type. But I finally know it! Because Chris and I were suppose to meet up and study for next week’s tests but he wanted to head over to college hall for the blood donation event going on, I jumped at the chance. I’ve always always wanted to give away my blood for a good cause. But my fear for doctors and needles are too….overpowering.

The thought of it just paralyzes me fear. Having a chopstick thick needle sticking down my arm I mean, not the blood part.

And so, I’ve always come up with a string of reasons not to donate. Not that it wasn’t true, because I was underage and I was outside the healthy weight range, until recently that is. Failing driving more than once has sent me into the deepest ends of depression has ever seen. And thus, my appetite has been massively growing. That’s why I hate it so much when I get depressed over a matter and tend to be unaware of how much I eat.

Eh, wait. I'm sidetracking again.

The entire process from filling in forms asking funny, nitty gritty questions on my health history to moment of walking out the hall a certified donor took nearly two hours. I amazingly managed to extend the whole process with my super abilities of noobness, don't ask :)

After the paperwork was done and dealed with, we had to wait to have our blood type identified by having our finger pricked. That was no ant bite okay Chris, you big bluffer. And and…there was some complications going on when identifying my blood type and pea brain Botak behind me had to wonder aloud if I was an alien. Eh can don’t say thing like a moment like this ah. I almost believed in it okay. Anyhow, matters got resolved after several more tests. Chris’s an O-type and I’m an AB. So contrast lah the both of us, I can receive blood from all blood types while he can donate to all blood types but only receive from the same blood type.

After having our blood pressure and collecting the ‘goodie bag’ containing test tube, sticky labels, a brilliant red booklet where each time I donate it'll be recorded in it, evil needle and the blood bag of course, we were strapped to the chair by the arm.

I asked nearly everyone I knew in that hall if it was gonna hurt, and I could swear they secretly ganged up to come up with the common idea that it wouldn’t hurt a slightest bit. I believe people way too easily. Because it DID hurt, very painful pulak tu.

The process of having the needle shoved into the right vein is NOT a quick and painless. Particularly when there’s a problem detecting a vein and the nurse starts telling you that nothing is wrong and that you’re a special case. -___-

It reminded me of the moment’s time I had to extract bermany-many tooth for braces. Dad always always accompanied without fail despite me clawing him while the dentist does her thing, yanking out my tooth. I was so nervous and kept bugging Chris with what if questions. What if I pengsan halfway through donating? What if my blood stop flowing halfway? What if my blood got rejected? What if the nurse poked some artery instead of the supposed vein? What if the hall caught fire and I can’t run because of the stupid needle strapping me down to the chair? What if I took much longer time, would you leave? It could have happen right?

When I'm, nervous, I blab. Sorry :S

For the few subsequent minutes that seemed like hours, after the study mate had his fill of laughing his head out on me, the 350ml bag filled up with red liquid and the needle was removed. I could literally hear angels singing. Gawd.

I walked out dengan bangganya, a certified donor. HAHAHA. Saw that a not people. I can be an air head because I just can :D

Then after, I wasn't faint or dizzy, or passing out. Instead, I has this warm fuzzy feeling inside as the nurse packaged my blood up and bandaged my arm. Donating blood was the best feeling in the world, as I knew it would go to someone who really needed it.

Did you know, one pint of blood, which is what I donated, has the potential to save up to three people's lives, and most blood drives are for local people in need. With some something like that as an incentive, why not give?

Signing Off, A Half Coward but Proud Blood Donor.
P/s: I am still awaiting the day you and I give away our organs best friend ;)

Tell Me It Isn't True

It’s one thing when a rumour is just a rumour.

Even if it buzzes and stings, no permanent damage is done.

But there’s a world difference when the rumour is true.

It changes things altogether.

White Flag

I went for my driving test again. And guess what?


I FAILED AGAIN!


This is the THIRD time I’m retaking the test and I have to fail it because of my bengongness. I highly doubt I’m ever gonna get close to obtaining my drivers license because I am so so sick of failing.

Sibeh tulan.











































Hahaha. I bet you didn’t fall for that. Did you, did you? Everyone tells me I’m such a bad liar I donno why I even bother sometimes.

But that’s not the issue to fret over now. The point is…. I PASSED.

I DID IT.

Can you believe it, I passed! OMG. I really did. *skipjumphopfly*
Despite the well wishes I’ve gotten from so many people, yeah I know… now everybody knows that I’ve failed twice, I AM still very much traumatised by my failure. I can never handle the failure department very well except for Biology, but of course, cos I’m immune to feeling all of devastation when I fail that subject. Heh.

I was well; scared, frightened, panicky and whatnot. My heartbeat sounded like a monotonous buzz, that was how fast it was pumping okay. Die or not I ask you?

I was thinking that in just case I fail the bukit/parallel parking again this time around (again), I’m not going to take the test anymore, and this time, for real. But before that, I will not get out of the car when the officer asks me to, and in deep rage and frustration, bang all the kancils around and later on the JPJ officers.

All the while I was chanting feverishly in my head that I not make yet another brilliantly grand mistake because that is what I do best despite my best of efforts not to. But I guessed, it worked :D

When I finally made it back to the start of the circuit, I was smiling so brightly my 156349 watts smile was more hazardous than a radioactive plant with laser beams all around.
:)

Here I Go Again

I’m retaking driving again.
Yes yes, I’m not giving up just yet okay.
People say I might get lucky the third time around.
So yeah.. If I don't pass, I'm gonna drop a lighted match on the head on whoever that told me that cos I'm pinning all my hopes on it.

Aaaaaaah.

If there's ever a moment 24hours a day is insufficient, it would be now.
*insert swear words*

Take Me Away

Something is not right when all you ever want to do is give up.

I want to quit this. All of this.
It's driving me insane.

But I can't.

:(

A Sign From Above

You know what? Some things are just meant to be.

And I, am meant to be driven around.
So there.

I Just Know

"Practice doesn't make perfect.
PERFECT practice makes perfect."

I will damn you, damn parking.

-

I don't always make the rightest of decisions because I tend to follow my up-to-no-good instincts and not look at the outside picture but for the best of both sides, I hope this one is. Please please let me get through this one thing unscathed, not make a fool out of myself nor bringing about unwanted attention and emotions.

Here I come!

Filling in the seconds

Hello yellow!

I actually don't have anything to blog about, yes, I'm typing this with an empty state of mind. Bare with me or go away. :)

While you read this, keep in mind that I'd actually very much like to sleep away the evening or finish the novel that I've been reading for FIVE weeks now, which is since college started if you did the math, but for the sole sake of keeping this rant blog alive; I shall do what I do best.

What's up you say? Ah well.

Time is still beyond my control. Surprised? During my busiest days at college 24 hours just don't seem quite enough. I almost want to hold out my hands in the air and try to grasp the seconds and minutes as if I can stop them from moving on. Imagine a little girl trying to catch bubbles. That's how I'd look.

Economics and Accounts tests were tricky, otherwise a-okay with the help of last minute studying and late nights. Aihs. The lifestyle I'm picking up is worrying me. I must stop putting other peoples needs before mine. Why am I so nice all the time is a big big unanswered question.

And I'm having a dilemma with my room. YAH. As stoopid as it may sound, the place where I
snacksleepstoneshitstudymerajokandhidefrompeople
is now a MAJOR distraction box. I didn't know such thing is possible of occurring until last Thursday after I nicely allocated the four hours after class and before gym session to menghabiskan overdue tutorials. I ended up sleeping an hour away. But what happen to the other three hours? Time just disappeared. Vanished, poof. And the next thing I know, Sha's dragging me to gym despite me protesting and making deals that don't make sense. She hates to run you see, more than I do anyway, so I can use that to my advantage. Shh.

I actually have tests for gym. Omg wei. First they make me watch dvds, then run all over college, now tests. What is it with my college and cheating me? I thought gym was all fun, AVOIDING the sun at all cost, sucking in the air conditioned place with fun friendly gadgets that zaps away fats and flabby thighs? The whole bunch of us were given briefing on how the practical tests was conducted which involves the teacher elaborately demoing on the proper way of using the gadgets and adjusting them to suit our height, strength and all.

While all that happened, some drama happen which involves the not so balanced part of me and whacking my head on the equipments and tripping on mats. Leaving ugly bumps all over my head for I did not hit it once but twice. Never underestimate the powerfulness and kekerasan of gym equipments weh. It felt as if a coconut was thrown on my head, twice :( Now I'm labeled as an accident magnet, everyone has to extra careful around me. The situations I get myself into is so...wow la.


It's late and I want my sleep. Heehee.
Till then, goodnight!

HSM3 Anyone?

Who would have thought Disney star Zac Efron had muscles?..

I was surfing through People.com and chanced upon this, did a little double take, and mumbled to myself how lucky Vanessa whats-her-name was. Grr.

I have never really been a fan of HSM, nor have I watched HSM 3 yet. But according to reviews, it was reaally nice dance and song numbers.

Really ah?

Aih

No time to stay and rant, I've got  tests to study for.

For the next week or so, I'll be on a mourning binge. So don't raise an eyebrown when you see me only in black or white. 

Stoopid wind that blew the tiang down :((

This Week's Aims

1. Pass the driving test.
2. Not fall into depression should I happen to fail.
3. Chocolate Mint Bubble Milk Tea.
:)

Can I or Can I Not?

Just got back from driving. My last lesson.

Um, yay?

And it's finally dawned on me that my driving test is tomorrow!

I'm gonna start freaking out. What if I fail?!

Everyone has been a bunch of confusing asses. One second they tell me "Sure can one. No problem, I have faith in you" And the other second they say "Aiya, Weishya sure fail."

So can I or can I not do it?

I cannot afford to fail.

I'll never live up to it if I fail.

And Daddy will slowly torture me then kill me with his "Why are you so stubborn, I told you not to tekan minyak when making a turn right?".

And imagine how much the guys will tease me. I really cannot fail.

I will NOT fail.

Note to self:
1. Not close my eyes when I'm reaching the line during my slope test. Yah, I know I'm damn retarded. I get so scared that I’ll not reach the line or I'll pass the line that I close my eyes.
2. Remember my lefts and rights. Maybe I should draw arrows on my palms to indicate the lefts and rights...
3. Change gears at the right time. Ms Chin keeps saying "slower, slower" or "faster, faster". How come I cannot drive at an appropriate speed?
4. Turn the steering wheel properly and go slower whenever I’m making a turn, ESPECIALLY U-TURNS. Sometimes I turn super nicely, sometimes Daddy gives me that look. How la, how la.
5. Everytime I make a turn, check for blind spots. Every failure to check blind spot will cost me 4 points. It's downright stupid to make this mistake. Why waste demerit points on blind spots? Where I can easily avoid this mistake by TURNING MY BIG HEAD.
6. Remember the test route! Imagine what would happen if I got lost.
7. Not make my engine die. Stupid clutch.
8. Remember to wear my safety belt, check the gear, check the mirrors, check the wipers and signal. I really don't know why they make us go through the hassle of checking everything. Blah.

And Dear Buddha(you love me right?), please also:
1. Give me a nice kancil with a proper clutch and gear and door during the test. People tell me some of the kancils they got are so retarded.
2. Give me a nice tester that will overlook the teeny weeny meeny mistakes I make and by luck, switch gears for me.
3. Keep me safe and make sure I don't do anything retarded like squeezing my eyes shut or going too fast or not turning the wheel when making a turning.

And lastly,
4. HELP ME PASS!

:)

If I can't see you. You can't see me.

Rolling on the floor laughing my ass off.




I got this from the net. Go look it up. There's a list of slogans from each corporate sponsor.

Damn funny okay.

Anyway, it's been confirmed that I'm taking my driving exam next Monday. Which is exactly in what, three days? If I go for it, I won't be back in time for Monday classes and skipping would be the last thing I wanna do cos Mondays are packed to the brim with classes and replacing them would be a hassle. Especially after I've taken serious measures to find a good Econs lecture that fits my timetable so nicely :(

Major bummer.

A friend actually came up to me and said, 'don't bother skipping class for exams lah, cause you sure fail wan'. Just you wait. Sheeshs.

So yes, I'll be back in Subang for three days instead of the usual quickie weekend back home! Turns out, daddy dearest wants me to take extra driving lessons. He suggested it merely ten minutes after getting into the car during the test practice on Friday eveining which I went out all the way just to get back home in time for.. -.-

So of course, in order not to not fail, waste money, and piss him off, must go right. Ha! There goes my weekends la. So much for it.

There's also the visit to the dentist which will earn me glares and nurses chastising me for not making it to the appointment on the appointed date, again! I really don't plan to miss appointments all the time, but it happens. Even after I've set multiple reminders.

Econs test and Accounting next week. My stress level is increasing at a rate I can't even predict. Wth, my pimples all pop out already lah. Like really.

P/s: Happy November ppl! :))

Bing Bang Boom

As much as I want to slot in time to tip and tap away at the keyboards to fill in my handful of keen readers on my humorously filled with unseen mishaps and what not life in the events of balancing family, college, the dying social life and best friends in my small small hands cupped together, I can't.

There's so many things I want to blog about. But time does not permit me to do so.

I want to rant and rant over the recent change of events. I want to tell you about the moment ugly feelings I never knew existed that caught me off guard. I'd like to explain about the sudden surge of courage I had to confront things, which left me lost and secretly pleased with myself and the unplanned series of events we never saw coming.

I want to enlighten you on how leaving seveenteenhood and tiptoeing into the big one EIGHT left me with a bagful of thoughts. How my singleton status is finally being handy, not having to allocate time for just ONE person is blissful. And I also want to explain detail by detail the random gifts I've received on my birthday. How much it meant to me. How deliriously happy it made me.

I want to tell you about the wrong turnings I've taken and learnt that there is ALWAYS a way back to sanctuary. And lastly, I want to let the world know I have not been studying for Econs test on Monday. Which is why I should get my butt away from the computer and tube box and into my textbooks, as hard as it gets. Haih.

I Made It This Far.

I'm EIGHTEEN!

At least, that's what's everybody telling me by the amount of text messages and phone calls I've received over the past hour.

But honestly, I'm still waiting for the moment for the bulb of wisdom to flicker on. I feel none the wiser or taller. This birthday please please let me grow taller.

5cm will be just fine.

:)

Pinkie Dinkie

We can never really tell when we meet our sole mates.

It's not as if you woke up one day knowing that at some point of the day, you'll meet the love of your life, running across the street with a cup of freshly brewed coffee and bumps into you, instantly spilling her morning drink onto your nice nice coat, and her instantly apologizing profusely over and over again, promising to fix the damage and next thing you know, they hit off together. Well, life for us un-fictional characters, isn't as grand and merry as we always want it to be.

Finding best friends is nearly always easier said than done. And yet, gaining a friend not only of the same age, same group of peers, same interest but also the same birthday, is very very rare indeed.

Well, I for one, have succeeded in finding one.

The one and only; Carmen Kong.



I would be out rightly lying if I said I instantly liked her, pinkness and all. In fact, for certain reasons, she got on my nerve. I remember crying about how awful she was. With the obstacles out of the way and a slight push from the best friend, I got to realize things wasn't the way I thought it used to be. I fact, I got a clearer insight on my facts.



Birthdays are like THE DAYS she'll mark down upon receiving an organizer, making sure no one will let it pass by, unforgotten. And thus, even if I feel like worming out from the celebratory event, I have no way out.

Which is a good thing, more presents!



And lately, she's been the enthusiastic one, always making plans. Forcing Tal outta her cave of a home and making sure I don't get too bored over the weekends. Filling up my temporary holiday with any amount of activity she could think of. Heehee.


Yup, that's her. Pink is the color and it will always be the color.


And I'm glad that after much twist and turn of events, our paths were entwined.

I'm waiting to celebrate our 73rd Birthday together!
It was meant to be. :)

Pink Muffin

I'm rambling like a mad woman gone loose.

I'm making deals with god and the devil.

Cursing the lagging laptop and blaming Jin for the lousy connection.

Eating everyone's share of food just to keep my hands busy.

Scrolling the page up and down repetitively to make sure it was real and not just mere imagination.

Relief took the place of franticness and panicity.

It was like rain falling from the sky.


Phew.


As soon as I could borrow a phone and punch buttons, (my credit died on me during the most crucial moment. It always does that to me, on purpose! ishs) I dialed home.

What did you think?

That I was different from the rest of humanity? When a disaster/ awesome news strikes, I want my parents to know.

Usually, I'd miss call Dad and he'd call back within minutes. But today, he's in a seminar. Mum made up for it with equally as much enthusiasm, bangganess and happiness that I swear seemed as if it could flow out from the speakers.

And it was even better to share the news with friends who had earlier endure my series of screams, lack of patience and kepaniknessan.


4A's and 2B's.
It was all worth it after all.
*smiles*

Hello from TARC's Canteen Two Foyer

Suddenly,
all out of the sudden,
I am unable to keep pace with my life.
It's as if someone pressed the fast forward button and snippets of it are flashing across me.
:S

On a Subway Rush

20-24^TH October 2008
WTF$!?

Pour Some Sugar On Me

Alright, i know it's only 10.51 a.m. but I am so sleepy to the extend that I want to fall asleep on the keyboard right away if I wasn't in the library and the library people would kick me out on the butt for drooling on their gadgets.

However, I am here on an aim, to blog. Since English classes are a pure waste of precious sleeping time, bringing a minimal amount of benefit, once in a while allowing me to show off my powerful cammand of language; I simply will not allow MY ENGLISH to go rotten just like that. I would presume since you people have so much time to read every nonsensical thing I have to say would mean you've noticed the change of template?

Ah, THE FLIP FLOPS! I know you love em' too :D

I have no idea how some people stick to one consistent layout/template/theme for such long time spans. I blame my ability of short attention span. Aihs.

I keep getting distracted nowadays. there's alwys something to do, and I can NEVER focus. I jump from one task to another after getting bummed at one, coming up with a million and one excuses each time. The randonm pghone call, funny looking flying insects landing itself smack in the middle of my notes(weishya runs and scraems), THE RAIN and even moe rain, Jodi Piccoult's feasty novel, the faulty green pen, cries of help, the stranger outside my window -.- . . . What am I to do with myself?

I am generally feeling angsty with myself and people and things around me.

The flurry of patter and taps in this enclosed space is giving me a migrane. The superfecking slow internet in the library is not loading my plurk fast enough. I think Mr Red shirt in the nest seat should stop cracking his knuckles befopre I crack everything crackeable in hios system until the possiblity of walikng out on his feet is hardly possivbel.

In the admist of hurrying today's post so I can get back quickly for extra minutes of sleep beofre I get called up for some society punya hal, this stoopid thing is pinpointing all my spelling and grammartical errors with red squiggly lines and is annoying the hell outta me. I can't be bothered to correct them, not today anyway.

Okay okay, I'll go now before the red shirt dude complains to this girlfrind (which I highly doubt is one) about the sleep deprived girl constantly shooting him glares with a hint of murder in ger eyes.

I really am not a morning personm. I depend on my sleep too much.

Always The Last To Know

You know what?

This is a rant blog, so I will rant as I please.

I will rant about matters I know I cannot change even after trying so hard, I just want someone to listen and acknowledge it instead of giving me too-smart replies.

I will rant about having no newspapers to read during the weekdays.

I will rant about how much it doesn't make sense that Shah Rukh Han received Datukship.

I will complain about how much my handphone alarm annoys the crap outta me in the morning, because then, I have to drag my sorry ass into the eerily empty showers stalls.

Or that I sometimes miss having friends giving me five minute notice before picking me up for a random outing.

I will rant about the plunging Plurk's karma points and that I feel the initial enthusiasm draining away silently and slowly each day I'm separated with a computer.

Don't get me started on the canteen food, my new english teacher - Miss Elizabeth, the bahasa malaysia subject that's forced upon me, the ever constant rain that wets my feet but also lets me show off my umbrella, or how I always oversleep and miss meals, and that I feel KitKats are overpriced or how upset I am that Oreos are banned because of China's milk crisis because it's late, my feet hurt from shopping and I want my sleep.

And also because I realised as much as I complain, I love/hate my college and ulululand. (This is admitted with much unbashness.) Lets face it, it was this situation that I'd become the person that I am now.

Realiable and a companion.

It's like a dual dynamic package.
You can't have strength without weakness.
You can't have light without dark.
And you certainly can't have love without loss.
Jodi Piccoult

See Me Wishing I Were You

I'm Home!

For a day. Before I leave for Setapak tomorrow. But it feels good to be home, even if briefly.

I miss my bed, which is beginning to lose my scent and smelling faintly suspicious of Tall Sister. :(:(

As much as I would like to blog on nonsensical ramblings, mundane happenings of my life, and nonexistent photos, I'll be updating on a weekly basis because my sad excuse of a college life does not permit me to spent 2647 hours in front of the desktop screen.

To sum up it all up, the first week back to college was somewhat tiring. And the good/bad/neutral news is that I'm usually dead to the world before two. Hmm.

Finally got my timetable finalized this week, I have six subjects inclusive of English and Bahasa Malaysia. The Business Statistics subject I love/hate so much has been upped to Quantitative Studies. Looking at the graphs and lines and laws, I've started to freak out, really. College timetable is really packed, and I've nicely arranged my lectures to suit the preference of my lecturers and if anyone or anything comes in my way to disrupt it, go away! I'll be having classes 5 days a week unlike some lucky asses who got Fridays off. *big big sighs*

In the wake of the start of a new semester,new resolutions have been made. And the ironicity of it was a majority of them were broken on the very first week *smacks head*. Sheryl nearly had me fooled with her 'I will be on time for class' . Sook Huei's one probably went something like this 'Eat less bread so my friends will stop calling me breadface'. Mine was to give exercising a shot and not let people tread all over me. Which I did live up to it, for this week anyway. I went jogging. No shit. Ask Sheryl, cos I'm sure she wouldn't erase the memory of her physically unfit friend exercising for the first time since forever, anytime soon. Another outstanding one was not doing everything I'm not suppose to during lecture. Gah, Economics was such a sleeping pill, the atmosphere so dead I had to make humorously stoopid remarks to stay awake. I hope I won't lose interest with all the charts and graphs.

This week also had me up the wall with the constant rain, instantly drenching the new red shoes, and then Ms Chin, the driving instructor postponed my exam to the first week of November after I've so carefully arranged replacement classes for that specific day. Ishness. I also must learn not to leave my phone all over the place and the art of ignoring phone calls from people whom I work with. Because picking them up only drags you into deeper shit. Meaning, forcing myself away from whatever it is activity I choose to indulge myself at that moment of time; sleeping, to layan whatever qualms and enquires.

You see how nice I am now?
:S

Returning, again.

After two immensely short weeks of holiday, I'm going back to the jungley lands of Stapak

T-O-D-A-Y.

Aih.

I feel like I'm torn apart into three different directions.

Lessons doesn't look too inviting right now, almost intimidating and I'll miss the comforts of home berbanyak-banyak and don't wanaa part with my recently accustomed to homely bed. Many have said I rant too much without noticing, ah ye ke? :S Fine la, I'm control-ING sikit the quota okaay.

I miss the uneconomical moments Sha and I would text despite the fact that we stay in the SAME block with four floors difference just to ask if I need a teman for lunch at the hostel canteen or whether can she have her Mortim Knockdown back after spotting a cockroach...

But it definitely doesn't beat the moments Tall Sister and I share. For instance, right now, she's feeding me chocolate cake while I patter away at the keyboard. When I'm back at Stapak, who's gonna delete the overflowing amount of spam mail for me now?! :S I almost forgive her for growing so tall and lanky.

And to the handful of friends I managed to squeeze in time to meet up with, you made my sem break, an awesome one. Thank you. I'll eloborate more on this later due to the lack of time and inspiration. Heh.

Sue me for having a love-hate relationship with Stapak will ya?

Long Awaited

The waterfalls,
HERE I COME!

I Will Not Whinge.

Note to self:

I, Yellow Pelaka splattered Shya, must not and should not moan and groan and grumble over the new semester timetable. As tough as it gets.

Even if there's morning classes EVERYDAY for five consecutive weekdays.

Or that I have to learn by heart the new significant times that I SHOULD NOT be in bed and class locations to avoid last minute panic attacks, calling everyone in my class to check the next class location or running from one building to the next only because I mixed up the blocks in my head. So god, help me.

And I should not distress my fellow stress induced friends by being unreasonably crabby, whining over the lack of breakfast or an alarm clock and cry out loud over the ungodly amount of time I've no choice but to spend at the freezer of a library during HOURLY breaks in between EACH class. Which reminds me, I need to equip myself with a sheep-skin thick sweater or I'll fall sick every two weeks. Groans.

But like I said, I won't fret :)

Quoted.

“Disappointment is the one thing humans have in common.”
Jodi Picoult

For Joon Waaaaaaay

In reply to the meme you did for me, here's your's :)

I miss Weishya. :D
Weishya is a girl.
If I were alone in a room with Weishya, I would sleep.
I think Weishya should gain some weight.
Weishya needs to studayyyyy.
I want to see Weishya.


I haven't seen Joon Wei for eons.
Joon Wei blogs about lengthy study sessions in the library, but I know better ;)
If I were alone with Joon Wei, I'd make him toast marshmallows for breakfast with me. You bum!
I think Joon Wei has to get glasses, I AM GAINING weight. aih.
Joon Wei needs study food, need recommendations?
I want to lend my pillow to Joon Wei and snatch it back promply after he falls asleep. :)

And this is for Jason Kuan in reply to mine,

I admire Weishya.

Weishya is soon to be shorter than me.

If I were alone in a room with Weishya, I would be studying while she tutors me X)

I think Weishya should never forget me and I will do the same. haha

Weishya needs a partner.

I want to be like Weishya .except being in the ladies world =D.

I have a soft spot for Jason.
Jason will soon be taller then me. (you HAPPY now)
If I were alone in the room with Jason, I would tempt you with my superabilities to not study but watch cartoons with me.
I think Jason should crack that shells he's always hiding in.
Jason needs to know Weishya is better of without a partner.
I want to look younger then Jason ten years from now.

Stupid blogger, will you get my font size right?

Hello elloe! Miss me?
No one came banging on my doors, I guess not :S

But oh well, knowing everyone is either still schooling or studying for major exams, I forgive you. First week of the temporary freedom from the jungles of tar college was surprisingly nice, if not, satisfying. I don't need to go out, lepak sampai pukul tiga pagi or pay twelve bucks to have my hati kecut to the size of a raisin on Uncle Lim's Flying Coaster. I am easy to please, seriously.

Throw me a book and a pillow and I'll keep outta your hair for the next ten hours or so. And no, if you're thinking that I've been bookworming my holiday away, you're wrong. I've been regaining energy, all those night I burned for studying is now replenished as if it never happened. Mum would have said otherwise but nevermind that. Heehee. On Tuesday I finally made it to the dentist's office after putting off appointments for quite a while now, if you noticed, my rubberbands were the same color for quite some time. It's now turquoise, standing out painfully.

And Wednesday, was the day I started driving lessons. At long last! After the tutor briefly went through what was what and where went where, she got out and kicked me to the driver's seat. I didn't expect to be driving anywhere near a flashy vehicle just so soon. I did pretty okay, I think, since I got both myself home without a scratch, okaay la! I've got problem coordinating my hand and legs so everytime I tukar gear, I'll look down to see if I'm doing it right which only resulted with me swerving off my lane and the lady half yelling 'eh, where you going la?'.

Up to today, I've taken three lessons, two hours each. I'm still trying to get the hang of it, I can change gear properly now but I also forgot what happened in the second lesson. Ms Chin always goes 'slower, slower' or 'faster, faster'. Why I cannot drive at appropriate speed wan? And when she directs me to a left or right, I suddenly forget my directions. OMG la. It's NOT funny when I'm three seconds away from a junction and start to panic, I'll give up and peep over, she'll sigh and point out the way to me.

And the CLUTCH, sigh.

The number of times I successfully mati enjin is beyond countable. I swear the kancil perposely dies on me when it senses my panicity level rising. Pfft!



Here's a logo for my upcoming coll fundraising, any comments? Spent three hours on it, inclusive of msning and blogging, having a burger and watching grey's Anatomy in between while trying to force fit the background into the circle. Bong Yang says it looks like a watermenlon, what say you?

Anyways, here's my Sunday morning perks: best friends and dimsums.

The Weishya Meme

This is for Crystal:

I need Crystal.
Crystal is infectiously lame.
If I were alone in a room with Crystal, I would brainwash her to buy me Stephemie Meyer’s Breaking Dawn.
I think Crystal should eat more KitKats.
Crystal needs dimsum and my companionship.
I want to celebrate my 97^th birthday with Crystal.

People, do this for me too, especially those who are in my link. Just let me know in the chatbox if you want me to do one for you:

I ___ Weishya.
Weishya is ___.
If I were alone in a room with Weishya, I would ___.
I think Weishya should ___.
Weishya needs ___.
I want to ___ Weishya.

As requested, this one is for Yee Leong:

I like Ah Leong.
Ah Leong is SUPER lame.
If I were alone in a room with Ah Leong, I would persuade him to but me a Sundae.
I think Ah Leong should stop calling me a papadam.
Ah Leong needs a new hairstyle!.
I want to see Ah Leong at TQ tomorrow.

Now, for Carmen:

I love Carmen (but she loves Daniel Lee, haih).
Carmen is an anti public transportation person, like me.
If I were alone in a room with Carmen, I would let her manicure my nails.
I think Carmen should make plans for our birthday.
Carmen needs forget what cannot be changed.
I want to be friends forever with Carmen.

Here’s to Sha,

I miss Sha.
Sha is a coffee addict.
If I were alone in a room with Sha, I would make her layan me, all the time.
I think Sha should not utilize her admirers.
Sha needs a new sari.
I want to pergi jalan-jalan with Sha.

My high school buds; Martin and Shu Xian,

I so so so miss ShuXian/Martin.
ShuXian/Martin is my back up plan.
If I were alone in a room with ShuXian/Martin, I would bring up all the stoopid things we did back then.
I think ShuXian/Martin should spare me a hug next time we meet.
ShuXian/Martin needs me for laughter and lame jokes.
I want to meet up with ShuXian/Martin.

This one is totally random,

I am chatting with Jason Loh on MSN.
Jason Loh is always mad at me for always replying late.
If I were alone in a room with Jason, I would ask him to teach me dance.
I think Jason Loh should visit me more often, how can you not know where is Sri Melur is?!.
Jason Loh needs stop whining about how slow I reply .
I want to whack Jason Loh on the head for asking me directions to Sri Melur but later on cancel his plans.

This one is for Sook Huei, a tarcian:

I actually do miss Sook Huei.
Sook Huei is a Pau Face.
If I were alone in a room with Sook Huei, I would have regretted not taking up martial arts in high school.
I think Sook Huei should stop pronouncing english words in bahasa.
Sook Huei needs control her side parkings (uhm).
I want to be friends forever with Sook Huei cos she always pays for the cab fare.

For Bong Yang, as promised:

I like Bong Yang’s old hairstyle.
Bong Yang is sepet.
If I were alone in a room with Bong Yang, I would talk and talk until I drop dead out of thirst.
I think Bong Yang should stop growing taller, you make me feel like a child.
Bong Yang needs insiration for a teeshirt design!.
I want to wish Bong Yang Goodnight!.

P/s: I'll be hunting you ppl's blog for my meme eh? I’ll throw a fit if I don’t see mine, be warned! ;)