Dusting off the Dust

My blog is really boring and dry without any pictures. So, this is a post where the pictures explains most of the scenario. [Rather than my whole long paragraph of grandmother's method of describing a scenario]

Seriously, when I came home from camp, I looked like this:

[No, I wasn't quite packaged with a ribbon]

I was up until 3.30 am the last night of camp watching 3 movies:

1. Lakehouse
2. 300
3. Die Hard 4.0

If you think that sleeping at 3.30 am is bad, you should know that there are people who did not sleep at all. Simply because they couldn't find the key to their rooms/they got locked out of their rooms. But this only happened to guys. In fact, it only happens to guys.

This fella, his name is Daniel ended up with only an hour's sleep on a sofa with his head tilted up. Words could not describe how he looked like when he got up. [p/s: he is Vince's brother and he won the Beckham Challenge which was on telly not very long ago. And both his sisters now are on Amazing Race; the Chong sisters. Their family has this knack for appearing on telly.]

I came back with camp also sick. Yup. Very sick. I had high fever for 3 straight days and my parents were quite prepared to drive me to the hospital if the fever does not go down.

And also, a sprained right-hand wrist. I don't know why, but I think having long limbs are kinda bad in a way. Especially when you don't really have a control over it sometimes. I clumsily fell off the staircase with a very cute guy looking-on. Congratulations Debble. Got up with my wrist supporting me. That's how it got sprained. That's for not being able to control your limbs from tangling up.

I became obsessed with listening to music. I have a whole long list of songs by Desperation band, Relient K and Sarah McLachlan. Don't ask why.

[If you didn't realise/notice/cannot see, the background of the windows media player is supposedly my law notes. Yes, I was supposed to arrange them but did not really do it. It's called the stupid spell of Procastination for the moment.]

While going through stuff in my house, I found this handbag. I realised at the moment of setting my eyes on it that I missed it. Unfortunately, my sis was the only one priviledged enough to use this handbag. And I half suspect that she is sorta the cause of the broken handles. So much for leather bags. They are not entirely durable after all. My cg leaders used to drool over this bag

Realising the mess in the other room which is a "study room" [although noone goes in there anymore] I decided to clean it up. Before this, all of my books were in my room so there was no need to even step into this room.

And.... TADA!!! It's neat now. [After 4 hours of toiling in that stuffy room with the smell of books in the air and dust all over the place with me sneezing and having dust rash all over....] Tee hee.

[Not to mention, i got fed up somehow while I was packing so at some parts, I sorta just practised chucking stuff. Yeah.]

And the amount of baggage from all of the packing. [Not really baggage larr... We're gonna give them all away since they are still readable. Who knows, someone out there might benefit from these books.] I realised how much of rubbish I had during high school days. Seriously. And looking at my silly handwriting and the silly stuff that I used to conteng in my books. [I hope I won't look back at this blog in 10 years time and say the same thing. What a silly blog this is??] Oh well, that's how we grow right?? From the past??

Oh, and I've also realised how much of tennis balls I've got at home and how I am neglecting them. Sigh. Stupid wrist. If it wasn't for you, I will be swinging the racquet now with my dad now that he can play!!! [Then again, if it wasn't for you, dear wrist, I would have been very artistically and decorously bumping my arse down the stairs. Thank God you stopped me in time before further embarassment was due]

[psst..... don't by Slazenger balls. I don't like them. The feel of the game is just different if you were to compare it with Wilson balls. Then again, it's just me.]

A new year is coming. It's time to clean up and dust away all of the dust which have been left isolated. Time to revisit the past and reminisce and move on. [I mean dust as in the painful past which one does not want to touch]

Have you started dusting [anyway]??

Stretched to the Limits

Hello there people I am back!!! [With two sore ankles, crammed muscles all over the body especially on the legs and the arms and a sprained wrist.] Yes, congratulations Debble, you are back in [almost] one piece. I feel like an old granny. Seriously. My back hurts like the very devil and I have such great eye-bags that noone has ever witnessed in this world before.

Chero, Thfu, Fawr, Shix, Aight

0 My mom has zero idea about taking care of cars. It's like taking care of yourself. You first rinse the body when you are washing the car, then you soap, then you rinse again and then you wipe it dry. If there's a noise, it's like a human being having a flu or a cough. You have to take care of it immediately before it turns out to be something else worse. My mom just cannot see this point. [p/s: My stamina is seriously bad now. I had a tough time washing the car now. Dragging the cloth is like dragging a donkey across the surface of the car body. It was never like this previously]

2 Two words. Sarah McLachlan. I love her entire album, Wintersong. She wrote that song, by the way along together with her producer. She's an awesome pianist as well, and she has the most versatile and beautiful, angelic voice. Her voice is full of lustre, sonority, melody, soothingness. I believe she can reach any pitch she wants without breaking a sweat or straining her vocal chord. She even sings better than Emmy Rossum who has vocal training as well. McLachlan's voice, trained as well, is far more superior. I shall insert the few of my favourite christmas songs covered by her and her other beautiful songs. I really really love her version of "I'll Be Home for Christmas" [I think my sis suits the last line of the lyrics: "I'll be home for Christmas even if it's in my dreams"] Her song Adia saved a rapper from committing suicide. I love that song too!!! I remember watching the video clip as a kid at about 8/9 years old.



4 I shall be away for the next four days. Hence, I'm leaving you people with a greeting of my favourite Christmas songs.

6 I didn't go for the 6 hours thingy today. It's so stupid. I only had 3 hours of sleep, I dragged myself up at 6.45 am in the morning, waited at the centre for a whole half an hour, only to arrive at the centre to find out that there is no activity there today. The uncle was misinformed. I was all ready, with my lunch ready in the bag [because the food there seriously sucks], book ready, jacket ready, earphones ready, two full phone batteries. This is retarded. I had to walk back home as well only to be greeted by my grinning mother who for a moment, looked like a Grinch because she tried very hard to persuade me to not go for the talk in the morning. Why must she always win??

8 I can't believe 8 of Jan is just a stone throw away. I have not touched Chaucer's Nun's Priest's Prologue and Tale, whatmore Chaucer's Cantebury Tales. Not good. The holidays feels so short!!! I'm just only beginning to really live my life!! Not forgetting, I haven't touched Contract as well, don't even think about Econs. Blargh. Work work work work. Why is my life always revolving around work?? Even in THE ultimate holiday season!!!

And I have not packed my luggage for my camp. It's tomorrow at 8.00 am for departure.

That's why I made the numbers sound and look screwed up. Because, my life is in a current total mess now. And nothing makes sense to my brains. I even have to rush during my holidays??

This is just not right.

License for a License and A Party

The ultimate license you need approved before you obtain your driving license is:

The License of Patience

Seriously.

On Saturday, I went for the 5 hour talk. Waited and waited until I can practically rot with all the maggots before we actually attended the freaking talk at 10 am. That's not the case, we actually finished in 3 hours because the computer wasn't working. The last 2 hours was just practically dosing and chilling out. Most of us were tired, so we slept and some of us listened to our mp3s.

Another license for Patience is when this guy started challenging the authorities because he came in 3/4 pants and sandals and a round-neck collar t-shirt. The first thing uttered from his mouth: "I am a 28-year-old doctor. I have no time for this." Yea yea whatever. So what if you're a doctor, what more, an ill-tempered one?? So if you're doing a surgery are you gonna stop and tell your head surgeon when he is about to brief you about the surgery... [quote] "I am a 28-year-old doctor. I have no time for this"??

And when he lost in his argument, he said "I am a grown up man. If you have anything to say to me, say it to my face, you don't have to intimidate me by calling the authorities to tell me off." Then behave like a grown up man!!! Just be a little humble, apologise and appeal to their better nature to let you stay on for the talk!!! And look who is intimidating who. Stop using your freaking profession as a doctor as an excuse, expecting people to fall on their knees, beg for your forgiveness and allow you to stay on. And he goes on with his pompous bragging: "In all my 7 years in Australia there is no such thing as this. We wear what we want." Dude, dressing up properly is not about what you want, it is about the respect that you have for the person holding the talk. Seriously, DUDE!!!

The next thing I know is he, a DOCTOR, is smoking after lunch. What a great doctor you are, dude. Keep up the good work of killing your lungs and yourself faster so that the world will be rid of a doctor like you.

Because of this episode, the whole class was so tensed up and we have to tolerate him. And he wasted a lot of time. And the lady after that didn't have the mood to give the talk anymore. What a spoil sport. So much of patience wasted on this.

At the end of the day I was so worn out that I slept like an unmovable stone. And my mom woke up a million years sleeping dragon for dinner.

Sunday was church. I sat on the same row with that beautiful eccentric lady again. She did metallic this time. Metalic [thank God] wedges with metallic bangles and earings and handbag. And I smiled to her this time. What a friendly lady. Oh, not to mention, the message was awesome!! I'll have it in the next post if I feel like typing it.

Another lady mistook me for my sister again. Pfft. Damnations.

And after that, we went home bout 1 something. And after lunch, I had a nap. A one hour nap only and later I woke up to help my mom with the present wrappings which took 2 hours and then got ready to go for the party.

The party, was a total bore. I helped serve the food and all that and after that it was carolling. Kinda fun with the orphans. And after that I helped clean up the entire place. Poor auntie Margaret, the curry spilled all over her boot. Lol. She's quite a cool driver you see.

I was dead tired on Monday. And I can't stop cursing while I was studying the stupid Undang thingy. I was cursing on Sunday night as well until I finally gave way and went to sleep. Ah, the bliss of sleep. Dee-dah!!!

Today, I decided to go for the Undang Test. Gotta drag the dragon out of her bed. [Yes, even I have to drag myself up. I know this doesn't sound right] And I reached there at 8.10 am. I was kinda glad because there were only about 4 people before me. The next thing I know is, the minute I sat down on the chair, a whole exodus of human bodies came swarming up the place.

And guess what. I had to wait for ALL of them to do their tests first. They booked their place already. !@#>@##!@#!@#

I sat there like an idiot for 2 and 1/2 hours. Can practically grow roots there and probably grow a perfect beard, although I'm a girl. I did 2 books of the undang questions. Which means 1000 questions. Yes, call me crazy. That's what people do when they are crazed with boredom. By the time my turn came, I felt like my whole head has turned white from all the ageing. And the freaking computer can't read my thumb print.

And I finished the test in 25 minutes including checking it over twice. Why didn't they just let me go first?? What's the difference if they were to just slot one superbrain in?? [cheh wah, stop flattering yourself] And I got full marks!!! But they couldn't print my results after that. Urgh. For half an hour.

I'm going for the 6 hour talk tomorrow. Wish me luck. I need all the luck to prevent me from reducing myself to tears and begging on my knees to let me go and still give me the freaking certificate so that I can freaking start driving lessons and take the test after chinese new year.

I tell you, my life really sucks. Even more with my mom nagging:

"Debble arr, you wanna die arr?? So young already got such terribly dark shades over your eyes. You look worse than a panda"

Debble: [begging] Please ma, DON'T boil any of your herbal chicken soups. Plain ones will do. Thank you, thank you. [cross my fingers]

I shall go and snooze now and prepare for another long day tomorrow. Not to mention, I'm going for my youth camp on thursday. Aigh. Debble, lose weight fast, lose weight fast!!

Blues and Dances

Christmas is just around a corner.

Since Christmas is about hope and joy, it should be celebrated with dancing.

Yes. You shall dance along with me to this piece.



Actually, Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue has been playing in my head the whole day but I shall not tag it in this post because I know most of you will fall asleep. The beginning is a little slow, but I love the music towards the end. And, it's a 12 minutes orchestra piece.

I know you're wondering why this post is entitled Blues and Dances. Nope. It's not just about Autumn Crocus and a dance for Christmas.

Let me tell you why.

I watched Stardust yesterday night until almost 1 am. That movie is just so awesome. I love Tristan's [Charlie Cox] hair when it was long!!! It was totally hawt.

That's not the point. Because of that movie, I woke up really groggily this morning. Worst still with my mom coughing so loudly for such a long time. I keep on telling her not to cough so hard but my mom being my mom, she's just delusional. Her excuse is that it's reflex that she has to cough and the phlegm needs to get out.

The fact is, if she continues coughing this way, she might be in danger of losing her voice completely before the 16th when we're going to have a Christmas party. No, I don't want to be the only one who can actually sing the Christmas carols. I don't wanna song lead. It's just not right; leading a whole pack of old farts who can't sing for crap or follow to a rhythm accurately and consistently. This is one of the reasons for me to feel blue. [Blue as in the feeling that you get when you're in a bad situation]

My mom made me walk to the coffee shop to look for one of the ladies to get some dvds from her. When I walked into the coffee shop, ALL eyes were on me. Thanks to my very BRIGHT floral dress and the fact that I was tall. =D [The lady is Jed's mom by the way] And that auntie actually commented that I looked really good!! Tee hee!!! I almost felt like kicking up my heels and dance along the streets. Nevermind.

Church today was fine!! I sat beside a Korean girl, who has a very good voice but her pronunciation is not very good; and beside her is the most beautiful, yet peculiar lady I've ever met.

Her shoes are really sharp and long with full of glitters. Her Bible is pink with pink tabs, a very cute lil sheep as a bookmark, a pink ribbon, and she uses a pink highlighter and pen. She has lots of big-ass gold bracelets. Overall, I will say that she is beautiful. But my mom told me that her husband, who is also very good looking, divorced her. Such a shame. She migrated to Australia and she's back for a holiday I think. It's so nice of her to offer us sweets randomly when I've never spoken to her. Sweet lady. She even shared her Bible with the Korean girl.

You know what I'm not happy about?? I'm wearing heels and the Korean girl is only just slightly shorter than me. And, she was wearing flats. Urgh. [Me am not happy]

I didn't sleep for the first time in a sermon. Today's one was really good. What really caught my attention was how Marilyn Monroe, the lead-singer of ACDC and John Lennon died. Haha. [And I didn't have the temptation to start playing Grand Slam Tennis too!! =D] This, is a good start.

After the entire service was over, as usual, my parents will go round saying hi to almost the whole world and I will have to be the demure daughter [I shall not say little daughter given that I am not physically little.] smiling and greeting every single aunt/uncle. Very tiring indeed. And you know what??

Uncle 1: Hello Wendy!![My mom's name] How are you?? [He shifts his head towards my direction] Oh... your daughter is back from London!!!

Bloody hell. Do the both of us look so closely alike??

Mom: No larr. This one is the younger one.

Uncle 1: Oh... oh... Hello girl.

Uncle 2: Hello!!! [Opens his mouth to the shape of an "O" and stops abruptly.] Oh, your daughter is not back yet, is she? This is the younger one right??

Mom: Yes. This one is the younger one.

Uncle 2: Whoa... they really look alike huh. I almost mistakened her for her sister.

Mom: No larr. They look totally different.

Aunt 1: Hello Wendy!! Do you have a sister working in PJ?? A younger sister?? Aiyorr, I tell you, that lady behaves, talks and looks exactly like you!!

Mom: No. I'm the youngest in the family.

Aunt 1: [Embarassed] Oh, I see I see. Anyway, I gotta move on now. God Bless you.

Me: [Grinning cheekily] Bye Auntie!!!

On the way walking to the car:

Mom: Do the both of you look that alike?

Me: Erm, a lot of people has mistakened us for each other and twins if we're walking together. Even sis' friend said that I behave, sit, eat and drink like her.

Mom: Nolarr. Your sister is so fair, skinny and sweet. You are so rough-looking, big sized and tanned.

Me: PPPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT....

Now, this really really made my day blue.

So what should the dance be now?? A dance full of angst or still a floaty, dreamy, waltz-y dance??

You know what?? I shall not dance at all but sit on my comfy sofa, pout and watch Stardust again to cheer myself up.

So, Chiao!!

Smart + Moments

I love the Smart Lamp that my dahdee bought. It's kinda smart!! The previous one was returned because it was so unsmart. This lamp, can be programmed in 3 ways. First, it will only turn on when it's dark. Second, it'll only turn on when there's movement. Thirdly, it can be a normal lamp where the light can be dimmed!!!

Ahh... my room feels absolutely romantic now. [Ignore the messiness]

Even more with Jon Mclaughlin's So Close playing.

Come float with me into the galaxies.

I have musical moments. Let me list it chronologically.

1. Skillet



2. Muse



3. The Used



4. The Red Jumpsuit Aparratus



5. Garbage and Republica [Yes, I finally remembered that Drop Dead Gorgeous is by Republica. Awesome song.]



6. Mika



7. Bullet For My Valentine



8. 30 Seconds to Mars



9. Mariah Carey and Celine Dion



10. Bryan Adams



11. The Click Five



12. James Morrison

and now.....

JON MCLAUGHLIN!!!

He is just one absolutely awesome maestro. He's a magnificent songwriter, pianist and singer. He is just really really good.

How I wish I have in-born talent for piano too.

Unfortunately, here am I struggling to train and build up my two freaking last fingers for both my left and right hands. I noticed that because of these four weak fingers, it puts a dent on my technical ability.

And... I need to get rid of my kayu expression or rather more like smash-the-glass expression.

But all of that is for next year when I take my gap year!!!

[On a side note, maybe I should look at the prospects of promoting/be a manager of a band because I seem to be promoting artistes. First Click Five now Jon Mclaughlin.]

Now?? Now??

You just concentrate on getting through Friday and get home in one piece, not too high from being overly CRUNK.

And... start working you freaking lazy arse. You don't want a hippopotamus's arse. So work!!! And read!!! Lots and lots and lots before A levels crashes down on you again!!

[But I am floating.....] NO!! NO you are NOT.

Still, I know you love me.

XOXO

p/s: what do you get if you have Debble + marker pen??

The answer: Complete, utter DISASTER!!!

Suffocation and Madness

I am seriously suffocated. The new Jaya Jusco at Bukit Tinggi 2 is just so large that to get into the carpark area, it's MADNESS. Seriously.

I like the parking lots though. Very spacious. And there's ample of empty spaces so my dad don't have to start complaining about the queue.

Inside, it is utter MADNESS. It's totally crazy. It's so jammed packed I am so glad that the architect is smart enough to make the ceiling super high. Not only it gives more space for people to breathe, but also to make me feel short. Urgh. But then, it has made those shorter feel even shorter. I am still taller than 3/4 of the people in the mall. Is it a good thing or a bad one??

What I really hate about in the mall is that there is so many things to look at, those housewives who placed their screaming kids in the trolley are just utterly inconsiderate. They look at the stuff rather than look at people walking around. And people always have a tendency to be in a daze and almost bang the person walking in front. I was so mad that I actually scolded a random lady. I was rather mad at that time.

This mall is the best mall ever in Klang. Compared to the others, it is tolerable. They have Treats, quite a cool place for clothes at a very reasonable price [their outlet was published in the Female Mag too!!] and blook is surprisingly there too!! When I saw it, I went ballistic. Not bad huh for a Klang mall.

Other than that, there is Big Apple Donuts!!! When I saw it, I thought to myself: Poor Christine. Haha. They have Natural New Zealand too. The Converse outlet was seriously very depressing. The limited edition is totally pathetic. Oh, and I can't stand all the jang corpse walking about. Eww.

The Popular bookstore outlet there is not bad. They have quite a huge range of books there. And you know what? The law section suddenly caught my eyes. And I found out, that there is a NEW Catherine and Elliot's [sorry, Elliot and Quinn] CONTRACT BOOK!!! BLOODY HELL!!! Why do we always have to use the old book only to change it for the latest one later?? Damnations. Bloody lucky July intakes. I hate you.

There is this outlet called S.R.S. The clothes there are mostly American Eagles and you know what? The clothes there are awesome!!! Lotsa magnificent hoodies [I want one!!! But mommy says no. :'( Anyone so kind as to drive me there?] And I saw this DKNY pants, which is apple green with nature motives and it's 3/4. The cutest part is that you get to tie a lil ribbon at the end of the trousers. I want it!!!

And there's the first Guess, Roxy and Esprit outlet in Klang. Haha. Yes, Klang usually only use to have Padini Authentics, and the most expensive is Padini Authentics. The Bonia outlet is awesome too. Love the range of shoes there. [Yes, I know Bonia has very old-looking shoes but I just can't help it!! They all look so beautifuly elegant!!] Nichii has awesome gowns. Not pricey too!!

And then, we went to Jusco supermarket. I tell you, it is absolutely CERAZEE to be pushing a trolley in there. The pathways are so narrow if one lady just happen to wanna show of her butt by walking absolutely slowly in the aunties' style; the whole traffic slows down. Not because that aunty is hot, but there is absolutely no other way to get your way around that auntie. It's like walking in Manhattan walkways during the rush hours after work.

After escaping the suffocation in the mall, I was hoping for clear air to breathe again [minus the smoke from the exhaust pipes of course]. I only found more congestion. Stupid haze. At first I thought I had to get new spectacles due to the poor, blur vision. But then, my eyes started to sting and my throat became tight. I knew it at that moment. HAZE. I don't want a leaking nose pipe every morning!!!

And the roads there are really congested. I am so thankful for my peaceful housing area.

It's just an utterly suffocating day. But it was fun walking around the mall and msging 3 people at the same time.

I need air and space to breathe now.

p/s: Let's get crunk!! To be crunk is to get crazy and drunk. Haha. Can't wait to meet muka bulan again for boozing and gossipping session.

Almost

Yesterday, I almost:

1. Got drunk. I broke the rules of drinking alcoholic drinks. You must never mix your alcoholic drinks. You cannot drink beer, then after that drink whisky or wine. I drank a can of beer and later whisky with coke. [tee hee]. My head was a lil whoozy and so I sat down quietly and downloaded then played Grand Slam Tennis on my phone. Haha. The point is, I didn't pass out. So I wasn't drunk.



2. Went to Maison's. My friend, [famously known as muka bulan] asked if I wanna go. She offered to drive me there if I don't have a curfew. Unfortunately, my parents were at the clubhouse dining while waiting for my party to be over. Dang.



3. Got a hit-on by an inappropriate guy. Yup. Muka bulan lost her way while finding the host's house. And so, I followed these two guys to their car to go and get her. They were flirting with me profusely. And I? I behaved normally [except the fact that I had a can of beer in my hands] and I think somehow, along the way, they got intimidated and after that ran away from me [as in literally]. What did I do? I think this is the stupid attribute that I have inherited from my mom to drive guys away. Especially those kind of guys.



4. Went into a fit. I don't understand why, but everytime I make my character run towards the tennis ball, it just won't hit the stupid ball!!! I want it to hit forehand but the stupid phone just have to give a backhand. Probably because of my heavy head and swollen eyes [played until 2 in the morning] I ended up pressing the left/right button instead of the "hit-the-ball" button. Bodoh betul.



5. Cursed in my mom's face. I was playing the Grand Slam when my mom walked in and started irritating me. And at that moment, I almost won that stupid game. Urgh.



6. Downloaded Virtua Tennis 3. I don't get it. The stupid game still won't download!!! Urgh. Anybody will be so kind as to go to Mid Valley to help me change the stupid dvd??



7. Died. Muka bulan was so mad with herself because she kept on turning to the left when I told her on the phone to turn to the right. She even swore, before I was in her car that she turned to the right. She was so mad that she threw out her anger on her car by driving 300 times worse than Joel with Jet's Are You Gonna Be My Girl playing in the background. It's a big nono because that's her favourite song. Limbo, limbo. Drunk even before you had your first sip of alcohol. I think it's the overshopping in the new largest Jaya Jusco outlet at Bukit Tinggi 2.



8. Fainted from the heat wave. I waited for 25 whole minutes for my mom to pick me up from Klang town after I got off the train. I was practically fried while waiting for her and I was steamed in the car [even with the air-conditioner turned on] when she went down to change my dead watch's battery. Talk about battering me with such abuse.

Well. Yesterday was fun although it's crazy. I guess this is the best that I can get for my social life given that I'm still stucked with A Levels. A Levels really know how to give people a lot of pressure and squeeze every single minute of leisure out of anyone's throat.

System of A Crackdown

Beep. Notification. Body status is very tired. Attention please.

Beep. Warning. Body is overstressed. Warning.

Beeeeeeeeeppppp. Alert. Body is threatening to collapse. Warning. Warning. Alert.

Emergency Alert. Emergency Alert. Please evacuate. Evacuate now. Evacu------------- ..............

System of A Crackdown [Crackerpot].

Saturday. Photoshop dilemma. Enthusiasm + Stress = 6 hours of staring into the laptop screen. Legs tucked/curled underneath each other. Head bent. Concentration to its optimum maximum.

Sunday. Swollen-eyed, pale zombie. Dehydrated. Midsummer Photoshopping madness season. Late hours. Scribbling journal-author who turned lazy. 3 hours of sleep.

Monday. Superwoman wannabe. Neglected planned nap and blogged on the stupid verily long post. Watched too much of tv. Slept at 2 am.

Tuesday. Voila!!!

I have this singing in my head:

"Here we go round this cracked potter's head"

"The cracked vessel's head"

"The stupid girl's head"

"Here we go round this cracked dufus' head"

"So early in - the morning!"

What a hospital [hospitable!! hospitable... Debbleureaux?? What's happening to you??] greeting which lasts until today.

The lesson to be learnt:

Don't try to be an immortal nocturnal "superwoman" wannabe thinking that you can cheat your brains and stay up as long as you want

And... and....

Don't drink Coke, Soya Bean or get too much of sleep.

You don't wanna be a hyper dooofus.

Disclaimer: All hyperness presented in this post is not responsible for any hysterical responses/reactions. Please take heart [No... no... NOTE!!]

p/s: You might need to get a fly-hitter ready in case I get too over-hyper. Haha. But I don't tend to send you people to the Blissful Hospital to be living in bliss. [Hospital Bahagia to be bahagia. HAH!!] [Probably I might just drop you on a runaway train there]

This is a VERY VERY VERY Long Post [which has been cut-short]

Ok. I have been absent for a very long time.

It's time to start updating.

Forgive me, but this will be a VERY VERY VERY long post.

You know me, if you don't shut my mouth I can go on and on and on and on. Yea huh.

So, let's have some updates about what has been happening:

1. College has started. The dread of it all!!!


2. I am suddenly very quiet. I don't know why. Just don't have/can't find the mood to talk. [Yes, I know you're saying: what happened to this chatterbox??] I don't know why either.


3. College work is seriously taking a toll on me. There is just so many things to do!! So much updating to do. Like this blog.


4. You have no idea how many sleepless nights I have had. Calculating how fast I can learn up Adobe Photoshop and how long it will take me to finish up the poster. And how long more I need to finish up Act 5 analysis.


5. Thank God the calculations were just sufficient for me to scrape through today.


6. Zeal and enthusiasm seem to be zapped out of my life. It's like someone stole away the part of me who is crazy and playful.


7. Let's start with Sunday. Last Sunday [not yesterday, the week before] was a DEAD bore. Although I was at KLCC, but there was practically nothing to see/buy. So, it was like some workout for me. Walk all day long. I was rather bad-tempered the entire time.


8. Yesterday was quite boring. I didn't go to church due to the demonstration. It will be madness to get to Old Klang Road for church. So, I ended up chilling out at home and doing Lear.


9. I sat down for 6 whole hours on saturday to do the Lear poster. At the end of the day, I was so tired and my eyes were so swollen, I just felt like collapsing and never get up again. For college I mean.


10. I fell down on Wednesday. The night before college restarted. Yup. Hufus-dufus had a great fall and landed on her knee. Her knee has a very beautiful built-in pingpong ball sticking out now. The colour combination is HIDEOUS.


11. The weekdays other than that one special day mentioned above were a blur. Basically, I just sleep, eat and watch tv series online.


12. I have a secret to tell you. I am addicted to Gossip Girl.

On a side note, just for my sanity's sake, take a good look at this "BEAUTIFUL" picture.

Let's have a moment of peace and absolute appreciation

Yup. You study/do Shakespeare's work, this is how you'll end up looking. Bald. Panda-eyed with seriously terribly sagging, black eye-bags. And you can even adorn a book as your shirt collar.

Isn't he just spankingly gorgeous?

Haha, this is a comforting note. I am still quite crazy in a sense afterall.

Anyway, I'm gonna get a nap now.

Signing off.

p/s: Sorry, my brains are a lil short-circuit today. I think it's because I have been feeding too many mosquitoes at the Sam garden just now while waiting for my transport to arrive. Haih. You know me.

When The Cage is Finally Opened

When the cage is finally opened, what happens to the bird?

Nope, it will not fly immediately.

It has been locked up for so long that it has forgotten how to fly. Yup.

So I started off my dorky freedom by going for Home Fellowship.

Boring as hell. [Our cute lil chrissie did not bother replying my msg]. And, I found out that I am no longer on speaking conditions with my so-called childhood friends. [erm, they are all guys. Now you know why I'm tom-boyish?]

We all suddenly became shy. Blame it on puberty. They practically ran away from me. Lol. Guys. I don't know what to say. Sometimes, I wonder if their shyness is real or they just like having their own space.

You know, before this, I had a lot of things planned in mind.

1. Watch Enchanted. Not possible anymore given that everyone is gonna be busy preparing for our course resuming on thursday. We've got the pain-in-the-ass Lear to complete and the ridiculously-time-consuming poster to complete. And no one wants to go with me. I planned to go immediately on Monday. Sobs.
2. Play computer games until I drop. Yup. But I think my ram is cracking. The laptop is so slow that I feel like smashing it up sometimes. And, I can't seem to load Virtua Tennis 3. Stupid dvd. Cost me 20 bucks!!!
3. Play Tennis!!! Yes. I so wanna play it so badly. But I've got no one to play with me. Sobs. Dad's still not in a condition to play with me. It's so boring to go to the gym because all I do is cycle. I do not have such happy lungs to be on the treadmill.
4. Shop. It's coming true after all. Mom told me that I'll be going to KLCC on Sunday even before I could open my mouth. TEE HEE!!
5. Hang out with my pals. But all my pals are busy!! [referring to you PL2 people. Uh huh.]

Hmm. Let's go on to my Christmas wish-list. Haha. I love Othilia. She's the first one to offer to buy me a christmas present. And she even asked me what I want. Hehe. It was really fun bullying her. Haha.

1. Storybooks. Anything. Just don't give me soap-opera books, almost like Falling Leaves by Adeline Yen-Mah and I'll be absolutely-brimmingly happy!!!
2. A pair of Levi's jeans. Haha. Yup. I want one!!! [That is if I can fit in it]
3. An uber-cool wallet. Let's face facts. We all know that I am in such a terribly dire need for one.
4. A new handbag for college!! I'm sick of my gunny-sack. Any benevolent soul out there?
5. Cool funky [maybe punkish] t-shirts with a touch of sophistication. All I have are nun's t-shirt. No style, no sense of fashion and totally dead.
6. A new phone!!! Yes. I REALLY REALLY need one. And a cool one with an external memory card, a good camera [since my sis took my camera away] and a cool phone with a cool design. [And preferably a Motorola. I don't care how much you people think that it sucks.]
7. A camera?? I really envy those who have such high-tech and cool cameras. I have a friggin antique one and the only cool one is in UK. I want a Fujifilm camera!!!
8. A Touch-pad Ipod. Oh yes. I'm the most pathetic soul who does not own an mp3 player. I reall envy those of you who own one. I don't. And I'm not happy.
9. A beautiful flowing dress. I don't think I want my mom to tailor me anymore dress. It's getting more and more nunnish. I can't possibly survive another one.
10. To grow at least another inch taller. Yes, dear God, please please please, for this christmas, make me at least another inch taller? 2 inches will be awesome. I don't like being short. And I can't stand it with me being shorter than quite a number of people. I wanna be distinguished. I like being distinguish. Feels like I'm on top of the entire universe.

I can be very ridiculous sometimes. But I guess this is the way that we behave when we have the taste of freedom and absolute liberty. [At least for me. =D]

And I'm loving every single bit of this ridiculous feeling.

Of Law, Eyes and Hair

You have no idea how depressed I am.

It's so depressing that there's so much to write, but so little time.

And for my damned character of not being able to let go of an essay and wanting to complete it fully instead.

I ended up with 6 pages for the first essay.

Hence, I have lost the battle to time.

The second essay was like a whirlwind rush with the most obvious facts but substantiated in my style.

The third essay; I was only left with 15 minutes.

And I only managed to write 3 frigging pages.

With only 3 points. And it's not very substantiated.

Why is the Cambridge International Examination Board such a sore in the ass? It's painful, it leaves a mark and it lasts for a period of time.

It was almost the same with Literature. I didn't manage to finish on time for both papers. I ended up with writing point-form essay towards the end. It was worse for Bliss since I was only half way through the passage when time was up.

So much to write, yet time, like an arrant whore, races past me; leaving me to chase after it, gasping for space to breathe; panting for air all the while.

This is exasperatingly frustrating.

I feel like I'm left in the dark. Left in the dark to mellow in my own depression and devastation. Left alone in the dark where no one can hear me scream.

I feel like screaming my lungs out. I feel like pulling my hair out [Not that I have a lot on my scalp], I feel like crying until my eyes pop out. But it's only a feeling. Like a typical descendant of the female species, these emotions are all suppressed inside; leaving it to slowly feed on my soul and wring me dry.

Let's side-track a little.

This new blog is not meant for anymore whinings. It's supposed to be generative and positive.

You know what?

Even if I cry until my eyes are terribly swollen, it'll still look BETTER than Paris Hilton's eyes. Because my eyes size don't vary that much, only slightly and those puffs can be concealed by a concealer and foundation.

I think Paris Hilton should SERIOUSLY get an eye-job done. She looks hideous with the vast difference of size of her eyes.

The right-side of her face looks almost beautiful with her very nice and professionally done make-up. Just not the left-side of her face. She looks as if she got punched in that eye and she cannot open it properly now.

Hmm... love her hair though.

You know what kind of hair I like now?

Super high, fluffy and thick hair on the top and beautiful wavy locks. Love Fergie's hair when she is singing in a "concert" in her video clip Clumsy.

Probably I should go and get hair-extensions or go for a hair transplant. Haha. My mom said that hair-extensions make your head stink. Is it really true? Well, hair transplant? I don't wanna end up like Celine Dion's husband who's having some kind of scalp cancer now.

I shouldn't do anything at all.

Sigh.

Amy Winehouse's hair is almost cool but just not too high. Sometimes, it looks like a beehive on top of her head. Love her lashes though.

Nope. I'm not going to pull my hair or cry until my eyes pop out.

I'm gonna go snooze now.

Seriously need some sleep.

Wish me a good nap!!

Miss Marguerite

People, go to BB6 and read Miss Marguerite's message there left for us.

I am so touched. [I feel like crying!! Haha. There's no oscar award for it so yeah]

I'm so happy for her!!

She got a baby girl!!

Gave birth on the 5th November at 3.30pm. [From V for Vendetta: Remember, remember the 5th of November. Haha. Ignore me. I'm getting crazy due to too much of Law.]

I'm so glad you're fine now Miss Marguerite.

I really hope that we'll have you as our lecturer again for next year!! I don't know how am I going to survive Mr. Bala or Mrs. Ong's overly-eccentric idiosyncrasy at times. It's fun, but how long can you take it? I love all of your spoon-feeding actually.

You know, seriously, compared to Mr Bala, Ms Marguerite practically feeds us with the law facts and cases.

p/s: With the speed that I'm going when I write essays, I think I can actually build arm muscles. I'm serious. Besides writting essays, playing the piano will help too. Because my arms have to be suspended mid-air all the time while the fingers are moving about rapidly. Urgh. And if I stop building arm muscles, it turns into fats!! No!!!

Dedicated to Music

This is a post dedicated to Music. The. Big. M.

Not just any World music, not only classical music, but ALL sorts of music.

Yup.

My spirit has just rekindled its passion and love for Music.

I left music behind me for 2 years.

It was partially my fault and due to other circumstances influencing it.

I hated Music at one time because of a terrible memory, something which happened back when I was 14 years old.

I now realise how childish I have been acting..

Why build up a wall of defence built with the essence of hatred, rebellion and retaliation?

Listening to rock music and emo music has just made it worse. My taste and exposure to Music became rigid and limited.

Well, that wall has been cracked, and now, the pathway and the land is clear for expansion and exposure. I should have, learned to love Music even more during that period. Not hate it. How stupid.

I went to the piano today and touched the keys which seemed like an archeology artifact.

I have left my piano to collect dust for too long. It's time to give life to it again.

The dust collected has been wiped off, the memories have been wiped off along with it.

A new beginning has started.

For a start, I sat at the piano today for 3 whole hours.

I am so glad that for once, I can play music with the expression and the technicality that I need to produce the interpretation and the presentation of that piece of music. I can now play the Music that has been playing in my head and heart all this while, music which were locked up and the only avenue of release is when I'm in the shower, humming and analysing a piece that is in my head. This is the first step. The next step, is to put all of my extensive and elaborate improvisation of a lot of music which has been in my head all this while but unheard of in reality into solid sound.

I revisited all of my past memories which has evolved around and involved Music.

And I have realised, that I do miss it very much.

Each genre of music has its own unique feature. Irregardless of whether it is pop, rock, punk, jazz, classical, romantic or baroque.

Baroque is really beautiful when it comes to the chord harmonisations and the technicality and the clear articulation that it requires. I am really mesmerised with the ingenius musicians who could fill up the melody with harmonisation of the choral voices with only the aid of the main melody in print. I don't think anyone does this now. I bet they'll say, why torture the brain when you can have it all in black-and-white print? Why wreck the brain when you need to use it for expression? [p/s: In the Baroque era, which is from 1600-1700, they play the harpsichord. No wave or change in the amplitude that it produces. Hitting (or rather, in my dictionary, bashing) the keys will only break the strings. Haha. Now you get it?]

Classical music is light and it is soothing. It sings to the soul and it clears the dark clouds in the skies. That's why babies listen to Mozart now. The wave that his music produces is so smooth and stable that it can really construct your thoughts in an extremely organised way.

The romantic period music is expressive, lyrical and beautiful with a touch of chromaticism to really give it colour and poise. Simply beautiful.

20th Century Music. This includes jazz, neo-classicism, blues, impressionist and world music of today. Jazz, well, given the right feel and beat, it can really brighten up a dull place [I will say that Norah Jones's jazz is more of like jazz of the dead. Try other kinds of jazz. Like the soundtracks of Chicago]. Blues just get you all whoozy and deliriously drunkardly happy. [I love American composer, Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue!!!]

Neo-classicism is the improvisation of classical music which is really soothing to the ears. Take the soundtracks of Pride and Prejudice as an example. Perfect epitome of neo-classical music. [I love playing Dawn!!!]

Impressionist. I really love this type of music, come to think of it, no matter how many times I tell my sister that I hate her playing. The truth is, I really love her expression and her interpretation of impressionist music. Simply beautiful. Everytime she plays Grieg's Sonata in E minor, it brings a rush of memories back to me back when I was 14, before the incident, when I was carefree and bubbly. Everytime she plays the piece, I get this smell that is really awesome which I can never find anywhere else. Nope. No perfume can compare to this wonderful sweet-smelling smell. I love waking to her Arabesque; lyrical, soothing, full of flow and it just makes you sway with the feeling that everything in this world is going to be all right. Yes, I miss my sister's beautiful playing although I accused her of being overly expressive and emotional [not forgetting eccentric] in my previous blog. This is what sisters are for.

I have to thank my sister for she is the catalyst and the one who has encouraged this sudden rekindling of passion and love for music. Thank you.

World music. Pop is just fun and soothing to the ears whether it is a boyband or a bitch like Britney singing. I admit, I like Britney's music. Toxic, My Prerogative, Me Against the Music ... Punk is fun too!! Love the All American Rejects, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Avril's old music and ladadida. I can't possibly mention every single band lest this post is going to be ridiculously long. Love songs, well, it's nice to listen to when you're suddenly feeling generous or lovey dovey. I love Rock music because it's just so upbeat and there's so much angst in it that I can just release all of my hate and anger into it. I especially love the guitar works and the drums. If there's piano works used in the music, it's absolutely awesome!

I love alternative music too!! Garbage for example, Meredith Brooks, Linkin Park. Hmm, come to think of it, I remember how dumb I was, singing "I'm A Bitch" by Meredith Brooks aloud in school with the class teacher staring at me. Haha. And how me and my sister used to bob our heads to the beat of Garbage's I Think I'm Paranoid and also Drop Dead Gorgeous by a band [I forgot the band's name *blushes*]. I was first introduced to Linkin Park when my sister sang the line "SHUT UP!!!! SHUT UP!!!! SHUT UP I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU!! SHUT UP!!!" Yup. She sang that to me. Apparently, I was seriously really overbearingly irritating in my younger days. Haha. I'm glad I peeved the shit outta you sis!! [Come to think of it, where did the Garbage and Meredith Brooks-loving sis go to?? Norah Jones robbed you away from me!!!]

Overall, I realised that when the soul sings, the thick and heavy veil of hardships and heartaches in this world slowly thin, lighten and eventually dissipate. That's when your heart opens up again to the world.

I am glad that I can now at least express and play Beethoven's Sonata in F minor without rushing like a runaway train at certain points or bashing the piano. Like what the examiner wanted, it was full of drama and sudden change of mood swings. I'll have to say that there's a lil too much of angst in my playing still. But it's a start. I'm not the clockwork player playing only the notes and what I'm merely supposed to do anymore!! Hah!

Come to think of it, there is A LOT of technical stuff which I have to work on. [And this includes frigging scales practice!! Urgh.]

Haha. Hello Music. Thank you for reviving this soul of mine.

Crazy Things for Today

Today is just so crazy.

1. I stole my daddy's newspaper today. =D Yup. Stole it from him. When I went out to talk to my mom he went "Hey, where are my newspapers??"
2. I ate chick-kut-teh today courtesy of Wendy Lim, my mommy. Yup. She cooked chicken in the "bah kut teh" soup which tastes more like herbal soup. Yup.
3. I went to my aunt's house and just started randomly eating. [One of my severe seven deadly sins is gluttony after pride. >.<]
4. I was watching Ultraman with my aunt's grandsons [my nephews]. The episode about Halloween. Come to think of it, I dunno how I tolerated it.
5. I actually sat down and talked to my aunt about her favourite Hokkien sob-opera. What's wrong with me?
6. Me and my sis just had this blonde moment and started rambling about Prince William. Don't ask.
7. I started teasing Dom and Christine online. Hehe. It's my hobby!!
8. There's a personal message war between me and Andrew. Yup. I said that he was one hell of a super emo-ass. He said at least he isn't me. And I said I'm glad because I don't wanna be equated to him. And he says Great! And you should google 'emo'. Hmmm... I'm allergic to google. Everything that I type now has remnants of my past blog. It's painful. The blog has shot to fame and it is one of the top searches in Google. But it's gone. And I can't relish the fame.
9. I sat down for a whole half an hour watching out for how people's personal messages change. Melissa's changed from "actions speak louder than words" to "get outta my face". Hmmm......
10. My cousin and aunt suddenly ambushed me today. Out of the blue, my cousin said: Debbie, you lost weight!! How did you do it? Erm... well, I'm glad I'm not as fat as before. You know how I did it? Don't ask me how. Ask my mum how she starves me during dinner. One full BIG plate of vegetables, one whole piece of fish. No rice. That's my dinner.
11. Christine nominated me for a person most likely to have imaginary friends. Apparently, it's a retaliation for me nominating her as a person who is likely to believe in ghosts. Hmm... and so the war went on and on and on until I went for dinner. And when I came back, there was this whole chunk of appraisals for this new blog. THANKS CHRISTINE!!! [Although I got scolding for wrongly linking you and giving your supposedly classic quote of living in "a bubble of joy" away to Sam. I think Revolutionist suits you better.]
12. My dad suddenly called me today and started rambling about white blood cells and red blood cells. I was steaming in the car [mom took away the car keys] and listening to it. Why ask me bout blood cells when I'm in a "sauna" room?
13. I suddenly asked Dom to blog. I don't know what compelled me to do so, but it would really really be awesomely great if the entire PL2 has a blog each. That way, we get to know exactly what we are each doing. It's fun!! =D
14. I have officially became a professional stalker. Yup. I'm stalking this particular person who is in Reading now. Nope. Me and my sis don't like her. At all. I'm just so kay-poh. Ok now Debble, stuck your nose back in.

I think it's because of my mom's chick-kut-teh. It tasted half salty half bitter half sweet half weird. Just weird.

Mom, NO MORE HERBAL SOUPS!!!! PLEASE!!!! I BEG YOU!!!

Ok, I'm gonna go out now.

Mistakes

Mistakes.

Are painful lessons.

It will be etched in one's very heart and memory.

That's why it's a lesson.

It's to avoid repetition of it.

One stupid mistake of mine, for being too prideful and too blunt has caused me my previous blog.

Yes. That was really painful.

But I shall be rebirthed.

With new thoughts, new styles and a whole new blog.

Hello there.