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.