Somewhere, sometime, probably next time?

Do you ever think while something is happening, about what's happening someplace else? Right now, as the sun is going down here, it's coming up someplace else in the world.

While I've just only got into bed, someone else is waking up for college/work.

While I'm watching TV, a hit and run accident happens in the busy roads of KL.

While I'm paying for the ice cream I craved for a week now, someone else is crying their eyes out at funeral.

While you're in a cinema watching a new action movie accompanied by a box of caramel popcorn, a kid in Africa dies of hunger.

While I'm crying on my pillow, you're having a sundae.

While I'm eating my Maggi Mee Goreng, someone else is eating dirt out of poverty.

While I'm collecting newspapers for recycling, the stooopid election people put up banners all over the place that I can't see what's behind it. What happened to environmental friendly eh?

While I'm sitting here blogging, the stray cat behind your house just gave birth to nine kittens.

This made me think how many a time we all whimper and whine over our problems not realising that there are so many people out there who are struggling with infinity worse issues than our trival matters.

There's so so many more examples I can think off but I've only five minutes. I hope the finished products of five minutes isn't that awful as it seems to be :S

Yesterday, Today, and The Other Day

Yesterday, I woke up at eleven.

Yesterday, I did the laundry. And as it seems, you can’t add too much soap powder or the clothes color will fade. Which I did anyway.

Yesterday, I lost my phone in my very own shoebox of a room. I found it four hours later between the folds of my shirts in the cupboard.

Yesterday, I learn how to pronounce Adelaide properly instead of mumbling it.

Yesterday, I wore my brand new red shorts I bought from the Thai Fair ages ago :D

Yesterday, I rave about blogs and my Happy Moment entry at Jesmine’s house.

Yesterday, I lighted up the candles of Jesmine’s birthday cake at her surprise party.

Yesterday, I survived the car ride back despite Carmen and Juliet crooning to BSB’s ‘I want it that way’ hit song in the backseat.

Yesterday, Jun Keat shared with me the secret formula to convert ordinary university students into zombies. Don’t ask.

Yesterday, I discovered a fellow friend, Amran whom finds Cheesy Wedges irresistible. Sadly, we succumb to temptation.

And yesterday, I slept at SIX.am. My sleeping troubles are getting nasty.

:)

Today, I woke up slightly after eleven.

Today, I skipped breakfast.

Today, on pure misfortune, I burnt a hole in Daddy’s slacks. I hope he never finds out.

Today, I pray Daddy doesn’t read my blog.

Today, I learned my lesson not to text when ironing. Especially when I just woke up and my reflexes are still asleep.

Today, Pei Hao went through great pains to borrow books from his library for me. I am indeed very thankful for saving me from having to attempt reading The Hobbit for the tenth time.

Today, I'm reading the book Innocence by Kathleen Tessaro.

Today, I skipped lunch. I had a sudden loss of appetite :(

Today, I'm writing the last&final secretary report in my lifetime.

Today, while I was drafting this post, the lightning caused the electricity to trip and thus drowning me with darkness and much frustration.

Today, I am thankful for Blogger’s autosave :)

Today, I received a text, so disturbing, it haunts me to this very minute.

Today, the thought of getting a new prepaid SIM pack crossed my mind.

Today, I burnt the fish I was supposed to cook for dinner.

:)

The other day, I received my long dreaded National Service letter. I nearly cried la. I shall elaborate on this in a later post.

The other day, I saw a shitzu so cute. It’s got a red nose. It’s a pity dogs have such bad breath.

The other day, I marked ten cigarettes with an orange highlighter. The deal was that this person in particular was not to indulge in this dreadfully awful habit after this final packet OR he’d do anything I ask.

The other day, I went for Joey’s open house.

The other day, I took the word nearby only for granted.

The other day, I felt neglected (not that it was their fault) because there’s this big great invincible barrier that comes in between when poker cards and gambling are involved.

The other day, I witness someone washing his face with aquatic plant water (?)

The other day, I discovered that I have a friend who is slightly colorblind.

The other day, I went shopping with none other Yee Yang. And Pei Hao.

The other day, I wondered why, yes why, men complain when the women shop, but still insist the woman to choose between the black Adidas backpack with red stripes or white stripes. We do not have the urge to touch everything we see okay. I whack you baru you tau.

:)

I am touched

Beyond words.

On a different note..

Do you know Lim Shing Vee?

If you don't already know, this is Shing Vee!

He praised my blog.

Moreover, he said it’s impressive.

And that my English is powerderful.

More importantly, he loves my writing. Good command of English as he puts it.

I am absolutely gob-smacked.

How often do I hear these words of awe? You really wanna know? Hardly.

How come nobody says that but Shing Vee?

Why? Is my writing to boring? Or do I whinge a great deal? Tell me, tell me!

The praises Shing Vee sang got me swelling alike a balloon to cloud nine. And to my surprise, he initiated to promote for me! Aaah.

You’re such bad influence Shing Vee, you gave me so much hopes of winning. I felt so motivated and hyped last night I couldn’t sleep until four.am last night. I swear there was a bounce in every step I took. Over dinner I was smiling like a lovesick teenager that my dad kept glancing my way. Haha!

:)

Happy Moments

I'm posting this entry to participate in the Happy Moments contest, please vote :)

What makes you Happy?

Receiving cuddles or a phone calls from a certain person for no real reason?

Or Fridays, when work/school is over and you can finally relax, and not worry about oversleeping and traffic jams the next morning?

Money can’t buy happiness. That’s a fact, really. People go on diets pills, spend too much money for clothes, or suck up to popular people - because they think it will make them happy!

If I had a squillion dollars and was designing my perfect playroom and had to choose between a real-live pinball machine, a Galaga arcade game, or the newest widescreen plasma television Courts Mammoth has to offer, I would choose the pinball machine hands down, every single time. Although really, if I had a squillion dollars, I should be able to have all three, don't you think? Gees, I guess a squillion dollars just doesn't go as far as it used to.

Happiness as defined by me and only me. I know you wanna know what makes me happy. Heehee.

So, at the risk of revealing what a big dork I can be (you'll have to take my word that most of the time, I'm pretty cool), I thought I'd blog about some of the many thing that makes me happy. You know things I love, that I would only admit publicly under the threat of death! You will see a recurring theme of ‘things a teenage girl likes’ (according to my mum) and these have been on my mind given the fact that there is NO good TV programs to watch right now.

And in no particular order, what makes Weishya happy...

• Gilmore Girls – I admire the close-knit relationship Lorelai has with Rory. And I love the many other quirky characters. Have you any idea how sad am I that this show is over?! I watched every episode of all the seasons, with no help from Astro, and sadly enough, sang the theme song every time I watched ((at the top of my lungs)).
• Ice cream! The best comfort food yet. Haagen Dazs’ Strawberry Cheesecake or Baskin Robbin’s Cookies and Creme!
• Free from homework and chores on a rainy day to curl up and snooze under a warm fuzzy cozy blanket.
• Good hair days, which don’t come by often.

• Forty bucks a haircut that goes without charge.
• The many many variety of Malaysian kuihs; BANANA FRITTERS, keropok lekor and yummy karipaps.
• Organizing Dharma camps. The entire process makes me happy. Happier than you’ll ever know. New friendships are formed while old ones are strengthened.
• A simple ‘thank you’ that comes unexpected.

• Good novels, you can lose yourself between what's real and what's not. Everything seemed so magical. I love books by Cecelia Ahern, Nicholas Sparks, Dan Brown, Sophie Kinsella, and Julie Cohen.
• Surfing blogs, I love being a fly inside people’s heads, understanding what goes on in their worlds. Each & every one is truly unique and gifted.
• I absolutely love it when I come back home and find a letter/package/parcel for me. It’s one of the best cures for bad moods and down days, even more effective than takeaway ice cream while watching an excellent movie at home with good movie-company (I swear, this is so hard to come by nowadays)

• My best friend, the one and only Crystal Chow. She makes you laugh even when you feel like crying. She’s got the tendency to convince people that everything will be okay even when the world is on the verge of falling apart. She keeps me sane in many ways.

• Whatever thing that’s related with peanut butter and chocolate. I’d say the normal milk chocolate M&M's were super, but then a friend brought peanut butter M&M’s for me. Those rocked like nothing else did. But then again, have you tried Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups? Oooooh!
• Clean, pristine washrooms. Everytime I visit Pyramid, without fail, I’d step into their toilets for a little peek. I so love the unique design, cool signage, the lightings, mirrors sparkles, fantastic sink, doors that match the walls. And the spaciousness of each cubical HAHA!
• When Mum unexpectedly cooks up lip-smacking snacks for me. I absolutely love her mango shakes, it’ll leave you smiling for hours later on even when there’s the dreaded Biology exam on the next day.
• An hour of nap in between school and tiresome accounts tuition. That’s a fresh dose of happiness in just sixty minutes, at no extra cost.
• Showers! It’s more then just a place to wash off accumulated grime. Showers is when I my best brooding, when I finally step out, I feel like a renewed person all over again.

• Blogging. With every blogpost I type, a great pride swells up inside me. Some say blogging is a waste of good time. That’s the ignorance talking, for the satisfaction I experience is indescribable.

I will stop here before you decide to never read my blog again.

Anyway here's a video that never fails to crack me up. Its hilarious. Spongebob narrates the scenes from Casablanca, Singing in the Rain, and the Godfather. One of the highlights of the Annie Awards last Friday night was a small video concocted by the cast of Spongebob Squarepants (M.C. Tom Kenny, along with presenters Rodger Bumpass, Carolyn Lawrence and Bill Fagerbakke), created to prove they shouldn't be labeled simply as Spongebob, Patrick, Squidward and Sandy.

If you dare, please share your happy moments!

I shall assume that you ARE absolutely fascinated and gob-smacked with my Happy Moments so there, VOTE for me! I guarantee that shall multiply my happiness by a tenfold :)

The time to be happy is now.
The place to be happy is here.
The way to be happy is to make others so.
- Robert Green Ingersoll

I want a baby to cuddle

and I'd like to return her when she starts wailing out loud and crapping in her diaper?

Adorable, no?

Shrieks of Frustrations

Believe it or not, I've been sitting in front of the wonderful computer for the past what..five hours? So it seems I'm working on my Secretary Report. Reports are tedious work. It's wearisome and dull that it sets you off like a bomb at the slightest distractions. But then again, distractions like sudden Lou Sang invitations at 10pm and whinging sessions on MSN chatboxes keeps you somewhat motivated? Haha thank you la. Pei Hao, you've been great help. And Yang, you suck, let me skip post mortem la. Heehee.

Silent Screams

Thought of the day:
Never attempt to wash a car with a strapless bra on.

Magical yeast

If you think baking bread from scratch using your bare two hands is a straightforward, effortless day to day task, think again! For that matter, think a tenfold of that.

It's indescribable how a few lifeless dull coloured ingredients can make fantastic, soft, scrumptious buns, after much hard work and a bucketfuls of effort lah.

Sometimes a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Take for example, if an experienced bread baker was doing his thing, most of the time you’d be left clueless. Left aside wondering and scratching your head silly half the time.

Me and Mr. Baker made a few variety of buns; Cinnamon Roll, Sausage Bun, Butter Bun and the very magnificent Tuna Bun. He taught me that yeasted dough had to be treated with great respect. And he insists that slicing onions are a form of art. And argued with me for that matter. Ridiculous right? He’s so meticulous and fussy. I don’t know why he is like that.

I also mastered the technique of chafing; it’s the process of shaping the dough into a round ball. That’s the best part with playing with the dough la haha.

The inside of the Butter Bun was all buttery and yellow and yummy.

Sausage buns topped with lazy lines of mayo are splendid.

Needless to say, Tuna Bun was mouth-watering.

The Cinnamon Rolls we made were the best. It was quite complex with yeast and rising and all that jazz but my god, they were swirly, sticky and gorgeous.

For my first time making baking, I was extremely pleased. They were extremely light and fluffy plus the color was just right. This was nowhere near as impossible as I had anticipated and the results were fabulous.

Of Yeast and Improver

I've got baking lessons later. Sounds slightly foreign to the ear eh? Yes, you read it right. It takes quite a while to digest that piece of idea but I guess you have to live with it. It's funny how a series of events fold out nicely for you when it's least unexpected. Something you whinge upon, one way or another makes your day.

I'm really looking forward to it :) Heehee.

Maybe having someone with previous experience in the bakery with me might help. I just might not screw up anything. Even Dad's slightly cautious this time. I can't blame him for I'm the only person he knows that cooks eggs and potatoes towards the sweet-ish side instead of salty. He often teases me to no end when I do that. Which I insist that was my intentions all the while. Or maybe I've mistaken the sugar for salt? Mum's baking with me too; she wants to learn from the expert himself.

I've gotta go hunt for ingredients now. Be warned, Mum's extremely stingy with sausages :|

Curveballs

I've been trying to get my head around all of this. I'm trying to make some sense of the phrase "Everything happens for a reason". And I think I've figured it out what the reason is- to piss me off.

I have all these feelings boxed up in pretty Ikea bottles. These feeling confuse me to no end. There's no one who can put decipher it for me nor is there any dictionary or encyclopedia in the world that can put in plain words. Words I can truly understand.

Questions danced in my mind like water drops in a frying pan. Up till now, I don't really understand the term National Service. Why Tuaran? I believe Selangor itself is a large area. Do we really need a Pyramid2? Or, now you want to be just friends? Have I been speaking Italian the past two months? Why can't bygones remain as bygones? Why do you have to bring it all up again just to muck it up in my face. When is SPM results coming out? Will I be disappointed? Why can't I fall asleep at night? Why do I drift in and out of sleep until sunrise. Weiqi, why do you always make it seem as if I always bully you? Mummy, why you never believe me when I say I didn't? And why daddy do you switch off my stand fan in the mornings?

There were days I feel sorry for myself, but not today.

Because I know happiness isn't something you experience, it's something you remember. And I definitely remember. I remember falling into drains, I remember crying on your shoulder, I remember making a scene with you, more importantly I remember laughing with you over Berbulu Fried Chicken and what not.

Hurry Up laaa!

He’s a fretter. Always fretting. 'Clean the bathroom EVERYTIME after you shower!' he would growl. The strands of hair plastered on the tiled walls and floor for some reason annoys him greatly. He always chooses the time when I'm particularly busy to fret, I always respond with a distracted ‘aiyahhhh’ before turn back to the telebox or computer screen. Eventually, I will clean it up. And without fail, eight pm sharp, he'll take his position at his favorite couch to watch the news on TV, on certain days I join him, tsking and shaking our heads together at all the misfortune and bad news the world seems to go round on.

I don't quite know why, but he has this thing against my eating habits. Whenever he sees me with a candy bar in hand, he always tell me to eat less sugary food, less chances of diabetes. Like I said, a fretter.

He always insist I take my vitamins and sorts. A grown man in the kitchen calling for his daughter to no avail, with a bottle of mangosteen juice in one hand and a small glass cup in another is a funny sight.

It’s the little things about him that I love - the pile of Dhamma books that stacks by his bedside table but never reads, how he has absolutely no fashion sense, how he always complain that I'm late for tuitions, how he watched the Corean series I borrowed, without me, how he walks me up to the school gates during SPM telling me not to worry, how he laughs at my nervousness, how he waits for me at the school gates after every SPM paper, how he exclaims 'slower, slower' or 'faster la' when we practice driving around the housing area, how he fear I might knock down the lady and her kid, how he fusses when I don't eat my fish, how he never knows what to order for me at hawker stalls, how he hates my boyfriends, how he never says sorry when he makes me cry but makes up for it later on in his own way.

I forgot to mention this, but my love for my father has multiplied tenfold because he always always accompany me to every dental appointment and lets me grip his hand as if my life depended on it when the mean dentist extracts my tooth. *grateful*

Happy Birthday, Daddy. Don't eat so many cholesterol thingys. And don't always make me cry. I love you.

For the Record

I have a bucketful or rather a whole head full of grumbles to rant about which is somehow related to the essay long text message I read when I woke up abruptly about five this morning. The contents were disturbing enough to keep me awake until sunrise despite the fact that my system was crying out for all the rest it lack of over the past weekend.

A handful of people have been complaining that my blog is lacking of pictures. In other terms, way too many words for their liking. Grr. Due to endless demand, nah la, here it is :)

Rumah KIDS, 2/2

Choon Onn & Kuan's House Visit, 11/2












Visit to FGS, 13/2

YS Lou Sang, 15/2

YS House Visiting, 16/2

I took so long with this blogpost that Jason was whinging on MSN I reply only every four minutes, which is about fifteen replies in an hour. Accounting student konon. Sheesh. After a lengthy conversation, we agree that money can’t buy time. He’s lacking of it, I on the other hand, has plenty.

Right now, I need to catch up on some sleep, I went thru the last and final six hour driving lecture. The system is so messed up. BN should allocate more professionally trained lecturers who don't crack up lame jokes in every sentence haha! I'm sorry Amran for conking out your phone batts!

P.s: The pictures are courtesy of Daniel Teoh :)

P.ss: Like my new new new layout? heehee

Two words,

You suck.

Rumours

News has been buzzing around like flies that SPM result will possibly will be announce on the 28th of February. Well, you could say I was dumbstruck for a while. A while only. Because I proceed to panic and exclaim a 'REALLY?' at the top of my lungs, I could practically hear heads turned my way. I've been frantically flipping through the only newspaper my family subscribes, The Star, from back to back, not a hint of such rumours coming true anytime soon. Later on when I gave it a little thought, the first batch of National Service trainees aren't even back yet! So I just laughed it off, thinking no way in hell will the results be released on Feb 28. Or will it?

Elections are this year, yes? Possibly somewhere in early March? At this point everything comes to a gimmick standstill while Barisan National makes yet another glamorous wipe out of the Opposition. Sitting in front of the TV isn't fun anymore when you know what to expect. It’s like watching Power Rangers always knowing that they will fight bermati-matian, sampai nyawa-nyawa ikan first then use super powers to destroy the enemy at the very last moment.

But I was just thinking. And hoping. BN with their devious campaign would want to please the rakyat, yes? And have you noticed why the petrol price hasn’t hiked up ridiculously in price this Chinese New Year? SPM results are due out soon, unless the whole arrangement goes haywire, before the elections.

Taking into account that it's the first batch of students taking Physics, Chemistry, BIOLOGY and Maths, AddMath in English, they would have to work extra hard to hand out more A's, it's only fair.

Fellow SPM candidates of Year 2007, pray hard :D

Roses are blue

As usual, that overrated 'holiday' has fallen upon us today. Panicky boyfriends and absentminded husbands are running to the nearby gift shops buying the RM11.99 roses in a quick attempt to, well, not get scolded at.

Or cried at.

Or thrown at, for that matter.

At this very moment, I'm convinced Valentine’s Day is nothing but a mere sham. It’s the king of all marketing hoodwink.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate Valentine’s but it’s because I stopped believing in them back in high school after a ghastly incident which I beg to be excused from explaining or rather, I will not go into details as this blog is as public as it can be.

The other night, I was watching How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days, the only thing that kept me from enjoying was me thinking what an moron Kate Hudson was in that movie, I mean, if you really know what you’re doing, it doesn’t take ten days to lose a guy. You can do it in ten seconds. But the thing about romantic comedies is that they are based on one of the few moronic ideas, none of them which ever happened in real life. Both the hero and heroine hate each other and go lashing at it, like cats and dogs, only to realize much later they’re attracted to each other one or both of them is blocked in some way, and have problems committing because they always try to please everyone. They’ve either got an alcoholic father like in Runaway Bride or some other nonsensical trauma. But suddenly, some magical therapeutic thing happens to make them get over it within seconds, and they rush back to Richard Gere or Julia Roberts and fall into their arms because everything has been resolved and now they can get married happily ever after, which is even more bullshit then the rest because thing like that never happen in a flash.

And anyway, what I always want to know about romantic comedies is: what happens after they end? It’s easy enough to fall into someone’s arms, but what happens after that?

I’ve ranted enough only to cover romantic comedies, don’t get me started on pop songs.

Suicide?

I very much would like to squeeze the life out of somebody right now.
Anybody kind enough to volunteer?
Aaaaaaaaaaaaarghh!

Why anyone would want to send me off to Sabah?

Who for that matter, because if I EVER find out, he/she’s so dead for I will personally shove that person off the cliff of Mount Kota Kinabalu. Nevermind, I've got approximately five weeks left to stuff myself with decent food and every other comfort the world has to offer until then. I love my parent so so much. When I yelp out in panic/dismay/surprise, dad within seconds googled up my camp site and the area, finding out knack and canny there is to find out about Tuaran town. I'm so touched, just the thought of leaving can trigger a wave of tears.

Sabah is so f a r from home. Sigh.

OMG omg omg!

Semakan Online Status Pelatih PLKN Kumpulan 2 Siri 5 Tahun 2008

Contoh : 901212115050

Tahniah, anda telah terpilih untuk mengikuti Program Latihan Khidmat Negara Siri 5/2008. No KP 901026075**** Nama SZETOO WEISHYA Nama Kem KEM KK DIBAWAH BAYU, TUARAN Alamat Kem KAMPUNG KAULUAN - - 89208 TUARAN SABAH Pusat Berkumpul STADIUM SHAH ALAM, SHAH ALAM Kumpulan 2 Masa Daftar 4.30 PAGI Tarikh Daftar 18/03/2008

Nota:

Kumpulan 2 - Paparan maklumat penempatan Kem, masa melapor dan pusat berkumpul.


Shucks! I'm partially glad I got Sabah...but then again, Sabah?! Geesus, then why am I crying? My heart is beating like its gonna pop out of my system anytime soon? Why oh why?