Say Hello to Cookie

Just a little cuteness to help you get thru the rest week.

June 2010 session ACCA Qualification pass rates:

Paper F7, Financial Reporting, 28%
Paper F8, Audit and Assurance, 36%
Paper F9, Financial Management, 43%

These figures are so uninspiring. Grrrrah! 

Mental Preparations

I have a finals in a weeks time. 

There is an abundant of pages to flip and even more memorizing to be done. 

May I abide by study plans, not set impossible alarms, wake up three hours too late, avoid compulsive eating and not breed emoeness in this period of time. 

Sadhu!

Ah, I can only wish

Has it Been Twelve Months?

The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last December.

People (i hope) to catch up with this week

• MY MOTHER/SUPERWOMAN :D
• Neville Seibing
• Uncle Poop
• Flabby for some fried mushroom hunting
• Audit textbook
• Carmen Kong -________-

Love/Hate minus Love. Where does that leave you

Back in March...

Realization

All of a sudden perched behind the computer screen I stoned and slowly turn numb. I felt like I almost understood. What was important and what was not. What was worth the time and effort and what was just a load of bullshit. And the more I looked at the worksheets spread out in front of me, looking back at me, the more it was starting to make sense. Not all of it, but a little. Just a little, and at that point, that was all I needed. I’m better off without such influences in life. Cos I've been told that I’ve a hundred years to live, maybe less. Life is short and I rather not waste it getting my panties in a bunch over your crap.

Because I'm Tardy at Blogging Like That Lah

The 15th November List

Mood:

Slightly despondent. The to-do list is overflowing with assignment due dates, weekly presentation transparency slides, and a test next week etc. And because of the public holiday that falls on Wednesday, I had an extra two hours to clock into college until 5.30pm which the lecturer fail to inform us to pack along our study texts which resulted in me furiously flipping the inadequately prepared lecture notes, in vain, in hopes of grasping some knowledge that is being passed down by Madam Tai, again, in vain.

Listening to: 

Before It's Too Late, Boyce Avenue

Downloading: 

iTunes version 10.1. Every time I come online there nearly always seems to be a new version available. That gives you a clear picture of how often I make an appearance on this webby world.

Breakfast: 

Milk, fish biscuits and an apple I tapao-ed from home. 

Goals for today:

Check Email. i MUST start studying for next week’s test. Kenott barely pass another Mid-term :/ cannot afford to fail these subjects, otherwise I don't get to graduate! 

Loving:

My new shampoo! 

Wanna watch: 

Sepet 

Craving for: 

Fried mushrooms from the RM2.50 vegetarian shop which is a bus ride away (and back). Total damage = RM 2.50 + RM 2.50 (proper meal) + RM 2.00(bus tickets) + 90 minutes of my life I cannot get back that rightfully should be channeled into doing my assignment + a shower after hiking back to my room + unnecessary cholesterol intake. When you put it down like that, you know what, nevermind lah. 

Annoyed cos: 

Facebook lets people upload (and tag) fugly pictures of you! Or namely, me :[ and Sha keeps pestering me to visit her new and yet-to-be-identified pet. 

I miss: 

Those days when I could miss a whole week of school and still keep up with school work. 

-____-

I need a console!

I've lost interest in Plants VS Zombies semesters ago! T___T

Annual Affair

Throughout our lives, we try to incorporate certain habits or activities into our daily routine. May it be church service, putting together a stupendous musical, workworkwork, movie marathons, evening jogs, blog posting, mamak sessions, yearly camps, weekly trips back home or the occasional (and much needed) holiday get away. 

Among the many many mundane things in life, I look forward to taking time off from books and rejoicing in the aging of my close peers.

I don’t know about the remaining seven of them but I thrive on these celebrations because it’s the only time ALL OF US will drop everything and anything to spend a few hours of fun, merciless criticizing and exchange shamelessly lame jokes together. Albeit the abrupt plunge in expenditures, I’m certain the expansion in the tummy region and 32632 pictures taken in between is worth the while.

This was one year ago

Now that the eight of us don’t live within the same area as we had back then, more often than not, we LACK OF EFFORT TO MEET UP and TAKE SHYA FOR WALKS WHEN I’M SWEATING STRESS BALLS. But it’s okay, because with text messaging, Facebook, Twitter, and what not we are still riding on one another’s tangent (: 

Contrary to the extravaganza birthday treat I share with Carmen on our birthday and Crystal’s in March, these celebrations which at times may be simple with a splash of ice cold water or a blow of candles. Either way, both celebrations are very very sacred and I hold very dear to my heart. Behind these mini outings are thorough planning which we go to the extent of considering each and everyone’s qualms (eg: my vegan diet, Nev’s fondness for dry food, Sheryl’s bountiful ulcers). 

Meticulous much? Hehee.


By now, you should be able to figure out the kid that just got older (not me).

As of today; Happy 20th Neville!

A year later, there's been some good time, some rough ones, some found love, some lost love, some lost their way,some found theirs and some is hovering in between. There's been additions to the group and the best part is the feeling remains the same.

P/s: Thank you, Crystal and Carmen. For the many years of friendship that the both of you never me gave a chance to question, for tight, squishy hugs you give me and for the look on your faces every time we part ways. Love you both!

More Often Than Not

After all these time, I’ve never really posted up a picture of my room which I said I would put up but never did. But after rooting around my file archives for one, I can't find one. Actually got, but its so disgracefully messy so I'll just settle with one that outlooks from the outside of my hostel gates. Step by step okay :) 


P/s: Loving the greeenery! I've an epiphany imma spend my old age in the countryside and count stars after a day's work. Whether I can tahan being so far away from civilization is another story altogether.

At Ten Minutes to Three

Maybe the midsem hecticness has been the catalyst to shedding a few layers of happiness (in replace of an army of pimples to my forehead) - who's to say?

Mental Note

Sometimes, we need sticky yellow pads to remind us of things that matter at the end of the day.

Another Lame One

What do vegan zombies have for breakfast? Grains! 

(Sorry, can't help it!)

The Roti Man

"Milo ais." I say.

He nods. "Makan?"

"Roti cheese pisang satu."

"Susu!" He agrees, somewhat aggressively.

"No susu! Cheese pisang." I correct him.

"Cheese satu."

"Cheese AND pisang."

"Satu cheese satu pisangg!" * triumphantly*

"No no no- cheese and pisang. Campor. Satu."

"Pisang?"

"Yah. Dengan cheese."

We both exchange forlorn, bewildered stares.

"Satu cheese...?" He tries again tentatively.

*nods head & gives somewhat encouraging smile*

"Dengan pisang. Cheese and pisang. Satu."

Finally, he nods in understanding. We get our order all right, but I can't help but think drooling trolls have a more efficient system of communication.



-________-

**

Roti cheese pisang, by the way, is very awesome and very recommended by the author. Good day y'all!

Self Discipline, yo!

Happy One Month vegan self!

Split Splat Lemon Whaaaat?

Yesterday, I got caught in a heavy shower while walking out to get some vegetarian food not two hundred and fifty steps beyond the hostel gates.

Thankfully, I have my red umbrella.

However, I vividly remember it sticking out from the paper box I shoved under the bed, in my room, which were some hundred steps back. While I was running to get it, I thought about the strange epilogue life signals us all ─ we always have the necessary paraphernalia to counter the lemons that life throws at us, but most of the time, those paraphernalia are locked up in the depths of our heart, and we waste an enormous amount of time (and energy) trying to find them. By the time we've found them, we have already been defeated by adversity."

You know now, always be prepared.

Study Woes

Business valuation, if you ask me, is like asking a mother how talented her son is. There is no possible way you'd be getting an objective answer.

One two days

After being a vegan for TWELVE days, I realise there are certain things you can't say. Like "i'm so hungry I could eat my arm".


Food options are obviously an issue but you don't know what you're capable of til you walk into kfc. Everyone within fifty metres radius has a mountain of evily alluring crispy fried chicken in front of them, licking their fingers in utmost delight and all that's on your tray is cheesy wedges and garden salad.


You'd also start making lame food jokes. While I was trying my best not to oogle at my friend enjoying a plate of pork rice the other day, a chunk of char siu flew from under his fork and I instantly went "and people say pigs don't fly"..

Take Two

Looking back at Making a Mountain out of a Molehill, I have been consistently and later inconsistently/at sloth-like pace blog posting for nearly four years. Four years isn't a long time if you are measuring it against a marriage or an education, but for weekly/fortnightly blogposts about loud library goers, gripes about English classes, my cina classmates, how time is nearly never sufficient, life's enigma and everything in between, it’s a pretty long time. Or maybe not. 

Admittedly I don’t write as often as I should and if I do, it lacks of content due to my fear of divulging too much. In my defence, I truly enjoy articulating rants that will give readers stitches in the tummy (true) but I’ve been terribly busy (lie). Studies have been ultra demanding (semi-true). I’ve been planning to pick up running (pipe dream) but I don’t own a proper pair of shoes (true) and I very recently lost a pot of porridge to the stove because I thought the whiff of smoke was coming from the neighbours and not my OWN kitchen when I was STANDING IN MY OWN KITCHEN -.- (true story). Besides, I can only rant so much and blogging is overrated/deemed to be mediocre (true). Tweeting and FB is the dalam thing now. However, I iz way too anti-social to actively participate (true) 

Time and time again I remind myself that this site is deprived of attention (lie) and the expansion of self’s England vocabulary is redundant (mighty true) plus, I may be growing up (lie) but every once in a while the world needs to know Tall Sister is still towering over me (fact) -__-“ 

Nowadays I am mostly lazy and fickle and simply figuring out what I want and have decided to spend more of my days more aim-ful (possible truth). Dengan itu, I double clicked on the notepad icon and tapped the above you just read to mark it down. 

In three days/two weeks/four months/nine years time, I’ll reread this and realise that blogging is so beneath me. End of story -.- 

Back Then

I have a tendency of getting myself blocked from my own online mobile operator and bank accounts. Oh  Monday, oi ta kau ah?

Then again, I sorely miss non-educational related rants. Like cats clawing on my door at 4am, how it literally rained in my lecture hall and getting mud on my flops. Those were the days I'd relive and not complain because time is whizzing pass way too fast. I have more daunting concerns to attend to from now on until possibly when I die from waking up at 6am tiap tiap pagi. :)

Home is where they catch you when you fall.

<3

Before the storm has passed.

Another storm seems to be coming on.

Reason?

My first semester results will be out this Tuesday. That's in less than 48 hours.

I had mild ‘ohshyteohshyteohshye’ moment going on when I read someone’s status update reminded me about horrid tax results.

So much for having a relaxing week. 

How Accrual

So my brain has to officially start functioning tomorrow.

LECTURES ARE STARTING. Finally?

Seeing the timetable was quite a shock at first cos it was just sooo confusing. The blocks in between of lectures and tutorials were so….sparse. And then it dawned upon me that I’m only taking three papers this semester in contrast to the usual six. But after taking my time and going through it properly, this semester will see if my determination will pull through or waive. Friday’s the worst so be warned of my moods. Eventhough the subjects seem a tad bit more intimidating than previous semesters, I'm really excited to start learning. I’ve got two all important finance subjects which only means by the end of the term I'll be yakking away in accounting lingua. -__-

I'm starting my second semester already. And soon, I’d be outta here. It is almost surreal. In a good or bad way, I haven’t quite figured it out yet.

By end of this week my bag pack will be loaded with overpriced study texts and I just hope with all my might the weight of it doesn’t bring me down to my knees, if you read between the lines, you’d catch my drift.



Tomorrow it all starts.

(brave smile)

The things you're scared of are usually the most worthwhile.

Matt Goode on the other hand, made Chasing Liberty a worthwhile movie to watch :)

When you lose the lantern, light up the candles anyway

Happy Mid Autumn Festival everyone!

Nothing Stand Still

Regardless if it’s a change of circumstances, a change of environment or perhaps a change of career or relationship status, there is always one element something that is taken into consideration:

Time.

In my perspective, a change is waste of time. Not the time for the process of changing itself, but the time spent on the events before the change happens.

But changes; are very much necessary or we’d be stuck in the same rut for a prolong period of time. 

This; is what I call demotivation

June 2010 session ACCA Qualification pass rates:

Paper F1, Accountant in Business, 64%
Paper F2, Management Accounting, 54%
Paper F3, Financial Accounting, 60%
Paper F4, Corporate and Business Law, 51% 
Paper F5, Performance Management, 57% 
Paper F6, Taxation, 46% 
Paper F7, Financial Reporting, 28% 
Paper F8, Audit and Assurance, 36% 
Paper F9, Financial Management, 43% 
Paper P1, Professional Accountant, 53% 
Paper P2, Corporate Reporting, 47% 
Paper P3, Business Analysis, 51% 
Paper P4, Advanced Financial Management, 34% 
Paper P5, Advanced Performance Management, 44% 
Paper P6, Advanced Taxation, 35% 
Paper P7, Advanced Audit and Assurance, 32%


The ones in red are the papers I'm signed up for this coming semester. After gaping open mouthly at all these percentages I feel the sudden absurd need to start studying. Pah.

Three Weeks Summarised in a Text Message

"Hahaha emo makan
Nak tidur makan
Boring makan
Study makan
Bile tak makan?"

Received: 28 Aug 2010, 3:33 pm

Fact

for some people, I begin to lose respect the more I get to know them. and that slowly evolves into ugghh

Question Of The Day

"Shya, how many zero's are there in ten million?"

:)

Nostalgia

Like the tide, sweeps in and catches you on the sand.
Pulling you under when you least expect it.
Often, when you least want it.
-

This weekend, I shall return to a place I forever will call home. It's been a month, and more!
-

After weeks of assignment, I now type the word in full, auto-caps my I's and auto-grammar check my after dotting my sentences. I feel err...grown up.

Six Points

I WANT TO GO HOWME. Needs out from college-time now.

-

Squishing down FR this afternoon cost me 15 bucks.

-

Have I mentioned that my roommate and I share the same message tone? Tak cukup kah dengan sama bilik, sama jenis specs, sama shampoo, sama style rambut. Itu telefon punya bunyi pun mau sama. Creepy. Since then, I've been using  the phone's default tone and everytime her phone beeps, I'll glance at mine.

-

Need a new alarm tone/wake up method. It's like I don't remember to wake up to my own alarm tone anymore. Suggestions?

-

Too many datelines to meet. hence, bogged down to college.


-


Embracing spontaneity (and stupidity)

stuck in a rut

and i can't seem to claw my way out

Decisions, decisions

After pretending to study for over an hour, marking pages to study with colourful post-its, doing the obvious routine of maintaining my oral hygiene, wiggling my toes under running water and unceremoniously throwing tomorrow's necessities into the bagpack, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and lie there until the alarm clock badgers me into the shower stalls. But in order to crawl into bed I first had to fold a pile of laundry. As much as I would like to ignore the colourful garments strewn everywhere, it was simply too lumpy to maximise sleeping conditions -__-"

After the said folding activity, I eventually drifted off. Little did I know that I'd be making a thorny decision upon waking up.

It was raining you see, and class was at 8am, and this morning's lesson is (and always will be) my least favourite one; English. You would only understand my predicament if you live in ululand where the weather is cool and balmy on most mornings and holds an assorted box of mindlessly dull subjects for a semester.

The ultimate question now is, whether or not I managed to shove my sleep deprived self into the shower, march under the rain to Q block and struggle to keep my eyes open for ninety minutes which I would selectively choose to omit cos I'm annoying like that =)

Right Here and Now

i wonder where will I be one year from today. i've been bouncing from one place to another and it's just so bloody tiring...


on a side note, good morning! 


the day is tuesday. and tuesdays(this one in particular), are dedicated to furious flips of the finely printed papers. on tuesdays, i wish i was spongebob. did you know sponges are really quite smart. why? cos they absorb everything.

I will try, but maybe it’s best to admit defeat before you are consumed by your own fallacy.

For the first time, I leave a lecture trying to push back the small tears forming in my eyes. Having to curl up in a cubicle to let them out in small weak sobs. To pace around my hostel buildings while struggling to keep my lips upright and still.

Because it was so insanely difficult. Without the proper understanding I am literally digging myself a grave. I didn’t think I could cope and my grades depend on it. And in some way, my overall happiness (currently) depends on it.

I feel so stupid. Not just because everything taught seems so vague but because I let such a silly thing affect me to this silly state.


Intimidation at its best.
And it is the ninth week already.

deep breathes

one step at the time, shya. (exhales)

i’m looking forward to going home and washing my hair. 

i’m gonna use that new shampoo i bought the other day. 

and my hair will smell like raspberries 

-

Planned

p/s: thought i've got it all planned out, it is crucial that i do not forget the mere existence of the list like the last time :D

Thorny Thursday

Surprise me.

Post #556

here's a secret which is not really a secret and more of a thought i've harbored for some time now;

i'm afraid of what i unleash here. because too much of details would be could destroy me and too little would render the post useless. 

such is life.

on a side note, ive been listening to alot of lifehouse the past two days. more than the usual anyway.

Time Doesn't Actually Slow Down in A Crisis

But here's the thing, I'm NOT in a crisis minus the overflowing pail of laundry sitting at the foot of my bed and the phone blinking every now and then sebab entah berapa hari tak makan elektrik dah.

Anyway I'm glad to be home! I've been feeling as if my brain is disengaged from my body for the past week, and the constant sneezing and coughing and craving for the most unhealthy food possible definitely didn't help much. Internet has returned to its normal pace after two weeks of slow torturing campus line so I can finally view everything properly and not wait half an hour for my bookmarked sites to load!

-

p/s: am i the only earthling who hasn't watch toy story 3 yet? :/

Ciplaked

.

I love hearing/reading about people talk about the besties as if they're perfect. And how they seem so flawless bcos it gives me some kind of assurance that true friendship still exists out there, in this not so perfect world.

Having said that, I start to wonder when did things start to fade and ugly..

Bananaire

Classmate: i've something important to ask
Shya: uh huh
Classmate: how to become a banana?
Shya: -_____-" err have you tried eating lots and lots of bananas?...

Friday Frenzy

refraining myself from blogging so the world won't actually realise what a nerd and a slouch i can be, simultaneously!


to prove my statement above; as of now, i am ten minutes late for my next class which is actually upstairs and 210 superlong minutes. ten minutes short won't kill anyone, and everyone else is probably, well, late, i hope :D

Diversion

Today I am going to bore you with the things I do before falling asleep because I need to stop thinking about college and everything related to it for a moment. Nowadays, I fall asleep on more decent and humane hours which are usually slightly before two and hardly ever after two thirty. This is so because my current timetable is set in manner where I have to be up and hopping about in the showers before eight every morning or I’ll miss the morning shower and end up grumpy dumpy for the rest of the day.

─

After switching off the computer or clearing whatever it is I was doing (being the nerd that I am, studying), I do my ritual of brushing teeth activity, wash face, wipe face, wipe feet, clear my mug/bowl in the pantry if there’s any, count my slippers/number of clothes hangers on the rack outside my room, lock door, yawn a thousand yawns, plug out mobile phone’s recharging socket out of the power switch, set alarm seeing that i am very dependent on alarms, take off my glasses, read a little, hop onto my bed, adjust pillow, blanket myself, lie down, double check if i correctly set the alarm in am and not pm, mentally wish my roommate goodnight, think of people I miss, even out my breaths, and then fall asleep.



Bloody long ritual and I don’t exactly know how I did it. Or even why.

Weekend Aspirations

- Spend a few hours with the recently purchased taxation textbook
- Proper breakfast instead of an odd number of oreos before running to class -.-
- SLEEP past 9am because I can!
- Stop obsessing about sx210, I can do this too!
- Sort out my wardrobe and hope that miraculously my missing clothing articles will appear
- Stop spending money replacing things that keep going missing. Tall sister, stop pinching my erasers can or not?
- Uh, english homework? Okay, I seriously need a life.

Keep Moving Forward (Eat or be Eaten)

The decision to go overseas is not something which can be taken lightly. I know this because I am already living somewhere I do not call home, and it has changed my life, the way I see myself and almost destroyed me at times. Yet, thanks to the people around me, I know it is not life which truely breaks me, but myself. I am the one who has let my thoughts devour me, the one who hid, the one who shied away when opportunities came knocking, the one who allowed negativity to claw its way through my door.

Just last week I was literally shoved off the edge to find myself standing at the tip of a balancing pole (52638 feet high) where I have to choose between staying on in Cinallege and *inserts foreign country. I can imagine you out there virtually yelling in my ear, with built in amplifiers, in support of the latter. Of course a foreign education would win hands down but if only you would just listen to my concerns before nudging me towards one direction of the shaft I so uncertainly lull upon.

But alas, a choice has to be made. And, I am staying.

Times like this seem hard. When you make a decision to stay, and everyone else leaves, visions of a possible future flash by your eyes, and just as quickly disappear, with no sign or mark of its passing but the slight wind that ruffles through your hair. This niggling feeling that the world is moving on to greater heights, heights I am able and have always wanted to achieve, and leaving me behind, just won’t go away. I know this is a topic which has been discussed and advised on almost to death. But hey, we're all human. Doubts and distress are a part of life, and without them, what would there be to make movies about? Despite the feeling of regret, I know in my heart that I am strong enough to overcome these petty emotions, which I am brave enough to see my decision through and remain where I am.



Note to self: choosing to remain is not the same as choosing to come to a standstill in life. (insert smiley face)

Why Am I So Lazy?

Scientists have yet to find answers to the question above.
Time to buck up you science students!

-________________________-

Plans

I have no plans.

I just want to sit on the patio and drink coffee with you all summer. Make new memories. Sing old songs. Dance to the rain. Be carried away by sleep. And when we awake, we’ll start all over again.

With no plans.

Harper S. Lewis

Daring

there is no place more public than blogspot to say things like:

screw you xyzfgh, from every direction possible.

I don't usually abuse my blog in this manner but you know what, I feel a tad bit better now.
So there.

A Week Behind

14 May 2010

Returning from the land below the wind, not only left me with mixed feelings of imperishable freight of happiness interlaced with sadness of never having to meet certain individuals (nevnev & edenden!) for a very very long time but I was also swept off my feet with the reality of that college is resuming in a matter of days set in slowly, unseeingly but definite.

It started out with the recent release of results from the last semester, new timetables for the coming semester, facebook debacles on the orientation/no orientation issue, and finally what I think makes it all set into stone was the graduate’s list and notice on convocation that affirm things and made the sky seem bluer than before. Want to close my eyes and pretend this is not happening also cannot -__-“

I miss hostel to some extent albeit the many downsides of it because it brings out the best in me. By best I mean the hardworking side of me who’s always on the go and not the current me who slacks and just wants to sleep all day. Argh so unproductive!

Weird as it already sounds in my head and it is exceptionally uncanny of me to be telling you that; actually, I’m looking forward to going back to college again. I’m somewhat optimistic about my next two years of college life because after last semester, I’m pretty determined to start afresh and anew again. No more antisocial Shya who sits in the room studying from evening to dawn!

I have never been able to sit still (people who know me can attest to that) and my need to be on top and ahead of everything wears me out. But I can’t stop lol. 

But then hor...

Aha yes, there’s always a counteract to any good feelings I have, it’s like a term and condition clause clouding over me never allowing me to dodge from. Very ‘suey’ like that. This is why I am the skeptic that I am today. Truth is, I am terrified. I guess I always am when the future is concern. The mere thought of waking up every morning with the familiar zombie/sleep deprived/overworked washing machine feeling and the non-existent that will shadow upon the two years isn’t a very comforting thought lah. 

Moral of the story; don’t aspire to be a smart student if you want a life. Some people can do the party-all-night, dota-all-night, spend-all-night-drinking-teh ais at-mamak thingy and still produce strings of As but I just CANNOT *narrow eyes at brain cells* 


And I simply do not possess the skill to pull off the whole i’m-an-accounting-student-and-I-still-have-a-life-because-i’m-smart-like-that show. Not that I’m publicly announcing my lack of brain here because I wouldn’t want to jinx myself by failing the next finals paper loh becos it will suck ostrich balls if I do.

Advance Forth

A: Are you ready?


B: No one is ever too ready for anything.

It's Official

I graduated with a freaking distinction!!!! 


Not that I already not know beforehand but having it printed out in black and white for the world wide web to see kinda officiates it. Hehhe


Fellow DAC peeps, congratulations! Give urself a pat on the back or treat urself to ice cream cos after 26 final papers, 2478 tests, 561 presentations, 38 assignments and approximately 7324843 sleepless hours later, we surely do deserve at least just that :)


See you all in a few days!

Nap Deprived because.....

I've been blatantly been taking pictures of thyself and six/seven other energetically vain and yet keen youths keen on exploring Sabah as much and fast as possible!

 

Enquires?

This idea was conceived on a whim so before it floated by like the many other whims I’ve had, I whipped open my internet browser and started tapping away.


In the efforts of fabricating a template I will hopefully stick to for a prolonged period of time, I’ve decided to add more pages to it than just this single one! It’s one of those kool new functions that Blogger has and I never blog often or lengthy enough to test them out.

I am only nattering around here because I’m offering you a chance of a lifetime (metaphorically) to ask me a question, (preferably, related to this blog). And I, will try my very best to humour you. Taking into considerations what a procrastinator I am, questions and answers will be posted up, in a new page of course.

Your queries will be sieved through, just in case, and you may send them in any way possible. I.e: comments, chat box, and to the ones closer to me; Facebook, emails or MSN.

Ask away people ;)

What the Duck.

I once said, of all the kinds of people in the world, I paling benci orang yang kedekut ilmu. And thus, I'll be spending my Saturday tutoring accounts. Sad right? Siigh. But hey, at least I'm living up to my words. 


And I'm also verrry hungry. Time to raid the fridge!

Normal Blog Post

Today I will try to write a very normal blog post. An un- exasperated, un-whiny one because I am so contented with my life and there’s nothing to blog except all the boring things I’ve been doing like sitting and hoping for a knight in pristine nike’s to sweep me off my bored bum. The one where I basically story tell and breakdown to each and every one of you minute by minute detail of my level119boring life, because I don't know what else to say cos my vocab has been shrinking to pits (yes, again!)

*reread what has been typed above, shakes head. Fail la fail.


Hmm. On the bright side people, don’t have to worry about me blogging about everyday mundane issues like nice clothes I am too kiam siap to fork out to the retail industry, what I ate for lunch, parking issues at stupid college/malls, justin bieber/SuJu/SNSD craze, Malaysian politics or advertorials that seems to be flooding nearly every blog I read.

This normal blog posting thing will never happen in a thousand years even if I wanted to lah.

I also wonder how fast and miserable I’d be then, by sleeping at 3am every night. Eh brain, kau ada masalah kerrrr. It is understandable that when I’ve got exams, kena la starve myself from some sleep for the sake of pretty grades. Oh hello its the holidays now and you self deprive my body from sleep for what -_______________- I want to live long and healthy enough to travel to a handful of place, show my face in the papers for some grand crazy reason or another, and eat a few thousand pineapple tarts wan okay.

So the last few nights I conveniently and unknowingly spend hours of my life refurnishing this new blogskin because I am free like that. This is pretty groundbreaking as I don’t usually take such efforts on petty things like templates. Okay, that’s bending the truth slightly. I am VERY VERY particular about my templates. It has to be quirky, manageable and comprehensible for people like me who’s an absolute retard when it comes to meddling with HTMLs. This time, I have revamped the template towards my affinity for cupcakes. Remember this from early 2009? Teehee.

One day I should blog about the many many blog templates I've had since I started out in 2007. It should be quite a post :D

Anyway, since Tall Sister’s Canteen Day is tomorrow, with some honey, a bag of cornflakes, raisin and butter we came up with many trays of crunchy sticky goodness!

:)