You must be wandering, what on earth is Debble on to and why hasn't she contacted/notified/told anybody about what she has been doing.
Just as you have been staring at this space each time you think there's is an update on this blog; but only to be disappointed with the same ugly words "Beef Ball Noodles" ringing in your ear drums/brainwaves, this is how bored my life for the past 1 1/2 months has been.
Yup. Did absolutely nothing but run errands up and down up and down for everyone. Oh, and Debble got domesticated.
Also, Debble had to go to Penang. Debble thought her daddy is the coolest driver ever because he can do miracles to avoid a jam and also, to cut a queue. Debble hopes to be a cool driver like her daddy one day. Well, she is on the way given that her Daddy is teaching her how to drive. The daddy said that the driving school lessons can be flushed down the toilet bowl and it is not even worthy to be stored in the septic tank. Oh well. Explains why the daddy didn't dare to sleep when Debble first started driving. But Debble drives tolerably well now. =D
Debble felt so dumb and lost when she was at Penang because Debble forgot to bring her phone. So Debble was like an Everlastingly Happy Hospital patient typing at an imaginary handphone and imagining the music that she would play from her phone.
Another sad story is that Debble finally found a handphone that she is oogling after but unfortunately the Mommy doesn't wanna buy it. However, Debble is upset that this new oogled-after handphone is not as cool as the previous handphone which she lusted for like a vampire. Because this new oogled-after handphone doesn't have the marvelous scroll option which is something like the IPod. But still, it is depressing enough that Debble will have to save up for about 3 months just to get that phone. Debble is dreaming for that phone every single day.
The sister is becoming a better driver now. She is not so much of David Coulthard speeding off everytime she passes a toll gate [instead Debble did it and got caught by the stupid pole that just won't bloody lift up]. The sister is, however, still dubbed as the Terminator 2 nemesis [the cool but bad cyborg girl?] driver. Yes. She is still very ferocious on the road with her little golden pumpkin.
Debble is also very guilty and depressed because she dropped her sister's dinosaur-look-alike laptop on the floor. It fell 5 feet 6 inches downwards and gave an horrendously loud thud on the floor. If you are wondering how Debble knows it is 5 feet 6 inches, it is because she was trying to drag the laptop from above her head but it fell to the floor before she caught it. Debble blames the fact that she is tremendously tired after a swim.
Debble also feels very weird after getting into the pool for the first time after 8 years. Yes. That's how long Debble has not had a good swim. And Debble sinks instead of floating now. Debble is depressed.
You may be wondering why is this post so retarded-like, well, it just shows how much of brain-storming work she has been doing for the past 1 1/2 month.
She is being grounded by her Mommy, not being allowed to go anywhere at all unless it is to follow her. Yes, Debble got serious grounding. Don't ask me why. I feel like crying even reminiscing about the fact that Debble got grounded.
Other than that, Debble chops garlic and washes the dishes every single day and ocassionally fry eggs. Oh, and she does the laundry every now and then. Debble is right now very agitated with the retarded Dell XPS laptop because the drivers and utility CD is just retarded.
Ok, I'd better sign out now before your brains turn into mosh.
Space [Peace] Out.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Beef Ball Noodles
"Uncle, one small bowl of noodles, dry."
"With added extra beef balls for the noodles."
"And one additional LARGE beef balls side order."
The food came. They were no added beef balls and the side order was a small bowl of beef balls.
"Uncle, I ordered for extra beef balls and a LARGE bowl of beef balls as side order."
"Harr? Miss, you sure arrr??? It's a lot of beef balls you know...."
"Yes, yes."
As the sister ate when the added and larger version arrived, all the waiters and the owner of the beef ball noodles store stared at my sister in amazement and amusement.
Such a thin girl like her, and all dressed up like a lawyer can actually eat so much. That much.
The next time...
"Uncle, one dry noodles with added beef balls and an extra LARGE bowl of beef balls for side order."
"Okay!"
Today:
"Okay, give us 2 LARGE bowls of beef balls only. And another LARGE bowl of tripe. [A bowl of tripe is where you have a combination of 2 types of beef meat, cow's stomach and beef balls.]"
They brought us 2 normal bowls of beef balls and another normal bowl of tripe. It was just me and my mom this time.
Fine. We didn't realise it was the normal-sized bowl. So we just ate.
"Uncle, can we have another LARGE bowl of beef balls?"
"Harr?? Large one arr??"
"YES!"
Finally, the big blue bowl of beef balls arrived. With a huge stack of spinach on top. It was heaven.
At 4.30 pm, the sister walked in.
She ordered:
"Uncle, one LARGE bowl of beef balls for side order please."
The waiters and the owner laughed. No wonder this mother and daughter came in and ordered so much. Because they were related to the first customer, the elder sister, who was a major fan of their beef balls.
We were after that treated like royalties.
People often wondered, how can a small family of four, who don't look very fat, who are relatively thin, and always dressed up so nicely can always eat so much?
Oh well, you should know how much of apple cider with vinegar we drink after the meal.
Today, was a breakthrough day. Mom actually drove to KL!! With, of course, a few panicked, sharp orders for directions and all.
It was a lot of fun. The dad was greatly amused listening to our adventure and knowing how bimbotic we can be sometimes.
Oh, and did I tell you that my sis and I only woke up at 1.30 pm? And the sis found out that her seminar was 3 pm instead of 5 pm?
Yes, this is how I live my life these days. Relaxed, entirely unorthodoxed and playful.
"With added extra beef balls for the noodles."
"And one additional LARGE beef balls side order."
The food came. They were no added beef balls and the side order was a small bowl of beef balls.
"Uncle, I ordered for extra beef balls and a LARGE bowl of beef balls as side order."
"Harr? Miss, you sure arrr??? It's a lot of beef balls you know...."
"Yes, yes."
As the sister ate when the added and larger version arrived, all the waiters and the owner of the beef ball noodles store stared at my sister in amazement and amusement.
Such a thin girl like her, and all dressed up like a lawyer can actually eat so much. That much.
The next time...
"Uncle, one dry noodles with added beef balls and an extra LARGE bowl of beef balls for side order."
"Okay!"
Today:
"Okay, give us 2 LARGE bowls of beef balls only. And another LARGE bowl of tripe. [A bowl of tripe is where you have a combination of 2 types of beef meat, cow's stomach and beef balls.]"
They brought us 2 normal bowls of beef balls and another normal bowl of tripe. It was just me and my mom this time.
Fine. We didn't realise it was the normal-sized bowl. So we just ate.
"Uncle, can we have another LARGE bowl of beef balls?"
"Harr?? Large one arr??"
"YES!"
Finally, the big blue bowl of beef balls arrived. With a huge stack of spinach on top. It was heaven.
At 4.30 pm, the sister walked in.
She ordered:
"Uncle, one LARGE bowl of beef balls for side order please."
The waiters and the owner laughed. No wonder this mother and daughter came in and ordered so much. Because they were related to the first customer, the elder sister, who was a major fan of their beef balls.
We were after that treated like royalties.
People often wondered, how can a small family of four, who don't look very fat, who are relatively thin, and always dressed up so nicely can always eat so much?
Oh well, you should know how much of apple cider with vinegar we drink after the meal.
Today, was a breakthrough day. Mom actually drove to KL!! With, of course, a few panicked, sharp orders for directions and all.
It was a lot of fun. The dad was greatly amused listening to our adventure and knowing how bimbotic we can be sometimes.
Oh, and did I tell you that my sis and I only woke up at 1.30 pm? And the sis found out that her seminar was 3 pm instead of 5 pm?
Yes, this is how I live my life these days. Relaxed, entirely unorthodoxed and playful.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I've Got A Sledgehammer and I Smashed That Boulder
Yes. And damn well did I smash it.
This is a super delayed post. But I just found time to stick my arse on the chair to actually blog.
I'm done with Lexicon. Yay!
I'm done with the Memorials for the Moot. Double yay!!
I'm almost done with the preparation for the Law Ball. [Grins widely and threatens to explode with bliss.]
And I've been told the best news ever! Ok, not that great, but still better than nothing. I'm on the right track for the moot afterall. After all the late-nights. I mean, super early mornings. I should just change my biological clock. 5.30 am = 11 pm and 1 pm = 10 am.
Yup. I sleep at 5 am and get up at 1 pm.
[I've been called a panda-owl. Oh, and my mom, from calling me beebee/stinking/stinging bee, now calls me BumbleBee. After watching Transformers. Heh. Mom, I told you that movie is addictive! Well, I'm still a panda, a bee, and now, I am also an owl. For some weird reasons, Nicol and Schmein kept drawing similarities between me and "The Owl" from the 1-minute-mini-series on NTV7 at 8 pm and 12 am which I told them about. I'm not as sadistic and born-loser-ish as him ok? It's a midget-size FUCHSIA owl and he's always skeptical about everything. I don't think I'm that. ]
But that was before the Memorials deadline. I'm quite glad that the Memorials was not the memorial for us.
And I'm not gonna do that anymore. Because, I can feel myself ageing. The dead tired muscles, my muffled speech which make me sound like I'm drunk. My unsteady steps [which makes me look even more like I'm drunk or high on drugs. Probably weed.].
Oh, and not to forget, my constant fainting spells.
[p/s: I fainted the other day. The funny thing was, it was exactly like how Disney would do it. My body turned a round before falling on the ground. Well, except mine happened 2 times faster and I smashed into a cupboard; uhm, my room is congested. I didn't have any bruises, but only suffered a minor scratch from the edge of the cupboard. No pain. Nothing. Fainting isn't that bad after all. It's just like the collapsing of your limbs because your muscles refuse to support your frame for a while.]
I need to kick those spells off!! It's getting me into trouble!!! Mom's forcing a cocktail of [natural] vitamin pills down my throat now! [Don't worry, it will not trigger a cardiac-arrest.]
On a side note, if I have a chance, I would like to re-live my A Levels life again. Just for a day. Because, we did that today, and I realised just how much I missed it.
Pardon the lack of humour. That potion has been running very low lately. Well, waddya expect when I have a sledgehammer in hand currently? You can't exactly be all funny when you have a sledgehammer in hand! People will think that you're sadistic! [Ok, I bet a lot of you will be saying: "But you ARE sadistic!". Whatever.]
Who knows, I may probably morph into that small toy car decepticon in Transformers 2 who has a HUGE crush on Megan Fox. He's so adorable!!!
I'm rambling.
Oh, and my sis and I adopted middle names. =D
This is a super delayed post. But I just found time to stick my arse on the chair to actually blog.
I'm done with Lexicon. Yay!
I'm done with the Memorials for the Moot. Double yay!!
I'm almost done with the preparation for the Law Ball. [Grins widely and threatens to explode with bliss.]
And I've been told the best news ever! Ok, not that great, but still better than nothing. I'm on the right track for the moot afterall. After all the late-nights. I mean, super early mornings. I should just change my biological clock. 5.30 am = 11 pm and 1 pm = 10 am.
Yup. I sleep at 5 am and get up at 1 pm.
[I've been called a panda-owl. Oh, and my mom, from calling me beebee/stinking/stinging bee, now calls me BumbleBee. After watching Transformers. Heh. Mom, I told you that movie is addictive! Well, I'm still a panda, a bee, and now, I am also an owl. For some weird reasons, Nicol and Schmein kept drawing similarities between me and "The Owl" from the 1-minute-mini-series on NTV7 at 8 pm and 12 am which I told them about. I'm not as sadistic and born-loser-ish as him ok? It's a midget-size FUCHSIA owl and he's always skeptical about everything. I don't think I'm that. ]
But that was before the Memorials deadline. I'm quite glad that the Memorials was not the memorial for us.
And I'm not gonna do that anymore. Because, I can feel myself ageing. The dead tired muscles, my muffled speech which make me sound like I'm drunk. My unsteady steps [which makes me look even more like I'm drunk or high on drugs. Probably weed.].
Oh, and not to forget, my constant fainting spells.
[p/s: I fainted the other day. The funny thing was, it was exactly like how Disney would do it. My body turned a round before falling on the ground. Well, except mine happened 2 times faster and I smashed into a cupboard; uhm, my room is congested. I didn't have any bruises, but only suffered a minor scratch from the edge of the cupboard. No pain. Nothing. Fainting isn't that bad after all. It's just like the collapsing of your limbs because your muscles refuse to support your frame for a while.]
I need to kick those spells off!! It's getting me into trouble!!! Mom's forcing a cocktail of [natural] vitamin pills down my throat now! [Don't worry, it will not trigger a cardiac-arrest.]
On a side note, if I have a chance, I would like to re-live my A Levels life again. Just for a day. Because, we did that today, and I realised just how much I missed it.
Pardon the lack of humour. That potion has been running very low lately. Well, waddya expect when I have a sledgehammer in hand currently? You can't exactly be all funny when you have a sledgehammer in hand! People will think that you're sadistic! [Ok, I bet a lot of you will be saying: "But you ARE sadistic!". Whatever.]
Who knows, I may probably morph into that small toy car decepticon in Transformers 2 who has a HUGE crush on Megan Fox. He's so adorable!!!
I'm rambling.
Oh, and my sis and I adopted middle names. =D
Sunday, June 14, 2009
BimBo 'N' LaLa
Every single time I click on the New Post link, my mind just goes blank.
Oh well. I think it's probably the allergic reaction to anymore writing ever since the final examinations were over.
Just a quick update on what has been going on in my life lately.
1. I almost died.
Yes, on my cousin's wedding dinner day. Mom lectured us on the taboo of wearing a black dress at a wedding dinner. Consequently, my sis and I were forced into wearing two identical floral dresses which colours are so striking it sticks out like a sunflower in a bed of white lilies.
What made things worse was when we were asked to wear a flower on our wrist since we're helping out with the welcoming of the guests. Oh, did I mention that we both had similar make-ups too??
At 7.40 pm, we decided to drive home to change. Well, when you have a bunch of car keys in your hands and you're in a desperate need of a change of clothes, you nick that car and you speed away.
And speed I did. I sped so fast that I didn't see those damn plastic dividers and I had to do a sharp left-turn to avoid it. The next thing I knew was I heard screeching noises and my car was going left and right. The amazing thing was, I wasn't afraid at all [and all the other cars were 15 feet behind with noone at the side]. I felt no fear, instead, I just turned the wheel left and right to slowly make it move in a straight line. Sis said that the car actually floated in the air for a while and she thought we were gonna turn turtle. Thank God, we were saved by His intervention and nothing happened to us. Sis said she felt a force pushing the car back on all four wheels [Jean complained that I freaked her out with ghost stories in the middle of an afternoon when I told her this. But it's true!!! I heard a loud thud!].
Oh well, if we were to turn turtle, it would have been a very costly price to pay for VANITY.
And, if the sister did not shout out the divider to me, I would have driven up the divider and turned turtle. [That, was how fast I drove.Yes, thank you for your stares and bewildered, gaping mouth. I hope a fly flies into your cavernous mouth.]
But neither of that happened, so, I am grateful to God and my sister.
We never told anyone at the wedding about it. We made it back on time so no one noticed anything amissed except the fact that we looked stunning.
2. I was bathed with wine.
During the wedding dinner, well, my mom and sis had a glass too many to drink. It's not like they're very good in holding their drink. But still, they went ahead to knock themselves out with wine.
And they knocked both glasses of my wine down on me. The tipsy sister took her own food and for some reason, her hand moved a lil too far to the right and knocked one of my glasses down. One Glass Down. I sighed with relief when it wasn't the other glass which was the semi-sweet wine which I ABSOLUTELY ABSOLUTELY love. But that relieve was quickly stripped off my functioning brains when the tipsy mom, who took food for me, led her chopstick and spoon a lil too low and knocked my SWEET WINE over!!! [AND THAT WAS THE LAST GLASS OF SWEET WINE FOR THAT NIGHT BECAUSE AFTER THAT THEY RAN OUT OF THAT WINE!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!]
And this time, that glass of wine was exactly in the centre of my being. She bathed my Ted Baker bag, she bathed my dress, and she painted the white table cloth crimson red. I quickly scurried towards the ladies' to get my bag cleaned [which took about 5 rounds of constant wiping with a damp cloth to get the smell of red wine off, and thank God I dumped some tissue paper on top of everything and the wine spilled on the tissue paper and not on the interior cloth].
I had to down [into my esophagus] 2 more glasses of wine at a go before I went back into the ballroom. My mom, on the other hand, was still living in bliss and happily [with her rosy cheeks; no she doesn't need blushers] ate her prawns and refilled my wine. Gah.
3. I'm working harder than Miranda Prisley's Personal Assistants [of The Devil Wears Prada]
I have to change the entire layout for the newsletter [which I haven't started but I have quite a lot of ideas; just need to execute it] and I'm only starting tomorrow. Sorry, I couldn't bear to bring myself to work on the weekend of my birthday. =D
Oh, and the bomb which annihilated Nagasaki and Hiroshima was dropped on me when I was told that the 1st Draft for the memorials of the moot is on the 22nd of June. May God bless my soul and lead me through this phase.
4. Bimbo N Lala
I was not awaken by the usual droning sound of the superdrill next door or my sister's crazy birthday song jingles [which is sung to me every year in the wee hours of the morning]. Instead, I was rudely disturbed from the bliss of my sleep by this:
"DEBBLE!!!! I CAN'T TAKE MY CONTACT LENS OFF!!! IT'S STUCKED ON MY EYEBALLS LIKE VACUUM!!!!"
Because of that, my mom and I had to crawl out of bed to get her to her office first so that her colleague can stand in for her for the court mention and after that send her to the eye hospital.
And it turned out......
There was no contact lens on her eyeball. But she scratched her cornea. That was the cause of her pain and pressure.
My mom started lecturing us on so many random things that it makes you literally say:
"LalalalalaLalalalala"
It was irritating. At one point, my sis and I were both singing Ashlee Simpson's Outta My Head.
And later, when we got home, mom stepped on the contact lens.
I got so pissed off with the both of them that I decided to call them [my sis and my mom] Bimbo and Lala for the day [and only that day].
It's actually from a designer clothing line called Bimba & Lola.
5. I got a new bag!!!
Yes, you're reading this correctly. I do admit that I am obsessed with bags and shoes. But mommy said no more shoes and she didn't allow me to buy a purple handbag. But I want a purple handbag so badly!!! A nice, striking purple handbag; semi-large. I've got yellow, I've got turqoise green, why can't I have a purple? I wanted a peach colour too from Raoul but mommy complained that it will get dirty.
Oh well, it's back to boring black and brown leather bags. I hate semi-leather bags [because after 3 months it will start shedding its skin].
Oooh, on a side note, I'm dying to get to London to buy more Clarks, boots, and Faith shoes!!!!! If I can, I wanna fly there now for the Europe summer sales. And grab all the Zara that I want until I see stars.
Also, I wanna watch the Wimbledon Open. But I can't!! Because I've gotta go for the moot. And prepare for it. Sigh. [I heard that Nadal might be playing??]
Ah, I'd better stop now before I sound like a Bimbo and Lala.
Oh well. I think it's probably the allergic reaction to anymore writing ever since the final examinations were over.
Just a quick update on what has been going on in my life lately.
1. I almost died.
Yes, on my cousin's wedding dinner day. Mom lectured us on the taboo of wearing a black dress at a wedding dinner. Consequently, my sis and I were forced into wearing two identical floral dresses which colours are so striking it sticks out like a sunflower in a bed of white lilies.
What made things worse was when we were asked to wear a flower on our wrist since we're helping out with the welcoming of the guests. Oh, did I mention that we both had similar make-ups too??
At 7.40 pm, we decided to drive home to change. Well, when you have a bunch of car keys in your hands and you're in a desperate need of a change of clothes, you nick that car and you speed away.
A nick in time saves eyes.
And speed I did. I sped so fast that I didn't see those damn plastic dividers and I had to do a sharp left-turn to avoid it. The next thing I knew was I heard screeching noises and my car was going left and right. The amazing thing was, I wasn't afraid at all [and all the other cars were 15 feet behind with noone at the side]. I felt no fear, instead, I just turned the wheel left and right to slowly make it move in a straight line. Sis said that the car actually floated in the air for a while and she thought we were gonna turn turtle. Thank God, we were saved by His intervention and nothing happened to us. Sis said she felt a force pushing the car back on all four wheels [Jean complained that I freaked her out with ghost stories in the middle of an afternoon when I told her this. But it's true!!! I heard a loud thud!].
Oh well, if we were to turn turtle, it would have been a very costly price to pay for VANITY.
And, if the sister did not shout out the divider to me, I would have driven up the divider and turned turtle. [That, was how fast I drove.Yes, thank you for your stares and bewildered, gaping mouth. I hope a fly flies into your cavernous mouth.]
But neither of that happened, so, I am grateful to God and my sister.
We never told anyone at the wedding about it. We made it back on time so no one noticed anything amissed except the fact that we looked stunning.
2. I was bathed with wine.
During the wedding dinner, well, my mom and sis had a glass too many to drink. It's not like they're very good in holding their drink. But still, they went ahead to knock themselves out with wine.
And they knocked both glasses of my wine down on me. The tipsy sister took her own food and for some reason, her hand moved a lil too far to the right and knocked one of my glasses down. One Glass Down. I sighed with relief when it wasn't the other glass which was the semi-sweet wine which I ABSOLUTELY ABSOLUTELY love. But that relieve was quickly stripped off my functioning brains when the tipsy mom, who took food for me, led her chopstick and spoon a lil too low and knocked my SWEET WINE over!!! [AND THAT WAS THE LAST GLASS OF SWEET WINE FOR THAT NIGHT BECAUSE AFTER THAT THEY RAN OUT OF THAT WINE!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!]
And this time, that glass of wine was exactly in the centre of my being. She bathed my Ted Baker bag, she bathed my dress, and she painted the white table cloth crimson red. I quickly scurried towards the ladies' to get my bag cleaned [which took about 5 rounds of constant wiping with a damp cloth to get the smell of red wine off, and thank God I dumped some tissue paper on top of everything and the wine spilled on the tissue paper and not on the interior cloth].
I had to down [into my esophagus] 2 more glasses of wine at a go before I went back into the ballroom. My mom, on the other hand, was still living in bliss and happily [with her rosy cheeks; no she doesn't need blushers] ate her prawns and refilled my wine. Gah.
3. I'm working harder than Miranda Prisley's Personal Assistants [of The Devil Wears Prada]
I have to change the entire layout for the newsletter [which I haven't started but I have quite a lot of ideas; just need to execute it] and I'm only starting tomorrow. Sorry, I couldn't bear to bring myself to work on the weekend of my birthday. =D
Oh, and the bomb which annihilated Nagasaki and Hiroshima was dropped on me when I was told that the 1st Draft for the memorials of the moot is on the 22nd of June. May God bless my soul and lead me through this phase.
4. Bimbo N Lala
I was not awaken by the usual droning sound of the superdrill next door or my sister's crazy birthday song jingles [which is sung to me every year in the wee hours of the morning]. Instead, I was rudely disturbed from the bliss of my sleep by this:
"DEBBLE!!!! I CAN'T TAKE MY CONTACT LENS OFF!!! IT'S STUCKED ON MY EYEBALLS LIKE VACUUM!!!!"
Because of that, my mom and I had to crawl out of bed to get her to her office first so that her colleague can stand in for her for the court mention and after that send her to the eye hospital.
And it turned out......
There was no contact lens on her eyeball. But she scratched her cornea. That was the cause of her pain and pressure.
My mom started lecturing us on so many random things that it makes you literally say:
"LalalalalaLalalalala"
It was irritating. At one point, my sis and I were both singing Ashlee Simpson's Outta My Head.
And later, when we got home, mom stepped on the contact lens.
I got so pissed off with the both of them that I decided to call them [my sis and my mom] Bimbo and Lala for the day [and only that day].
It's actually from a designer clothing line called Bimba & Lola.
5. I got a new bag!!!
Yes, you're reading this correctly. I do admit that I am obsessed with bags and shoes. But mommy said no more shoes and she didn't allow me to buy a purple handbag. But I want a purple handbag so badly!!! A nice, striking purple handbag; semi-large. I've got yellow, I've got turqoise green, why can't I have a purple? I wanted a peach colour too from Raoul but mommy complained that it will get dirty.
Oh well, it's back to boring black and brown leather bags. I hate semi-leather bags [because after 3 months it will start shedding its skin].
Oooh, on a side note, I'm dying to get to London to buy more Clarks, boots, and Faith shoes!!!!! If I can, I wanna fly there now for the Europe summer sales. And grab all the Zara that I want until I see stars.
Also, I wanna watch the Wimbledon Open. But I can't!! Because I've gotta go for the moot. And prepare for it. Sigh. [I heard that Nadal might be playing??]
Ah, I'd better stop now before I sound like a Bimbo and Lala.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I Will Wear My School Uniform Again...
Only to watch my highschool classmate teach in our old school!!! Hah!!
I can't believe she actually became the relieve teacher for Science for those bursting teachers!!!
I shall, oh I shall! wear my school uniform, and sneak in to her class if she was still teaching there. Unfortunately, the teacher has recovered from bursting and has returned to school; hence she was no longer employed.
Sigh.
The best part? My highschool mates thought I disappeared into thin air. They don't know what I'm doing, where I am, and how to contact me.
Wow. Intriguing.
On a side note, I would like to wear my school uniform again.
So that I don't have so many things to study, so many responsibility to hold and also, I won't have to behave in the maturity "required" at "my age".
Right now, I have 3 roles.
1. Layout designer for Lexicon, the Law School's newsletter.
Which is driving me nuts because the stuff keep running around [damn it! Stay put! Or I'll put you in your place and tell you how stupid you are to run around!]
And, as it so happens, "apparently" I am to be in charged of layout only. But somehow, grammar overspilled in. Sigh. It's ok. We're all kinda short-handed anyway. [Not physically, d'oh!!!]
2. President of Law Society
Which brings along a HUGE boulder with the letters LAW BALL scrawled all over it.
It's so bloody expensive to host all this stuff!! And I have to be the finance manager, I have to get sponsors, I have to get the venue and the menu and the event going. [I would rather watch Ramu and Shamu 100 times over than stare at the venues and menus - Yes, I'm lame]
3. A Participant in the National Rounds for the LawAsia Moot competition
Oh well, and I have MORE reading to do!! Wow!!! Isn't my life just so un-boring? Rather than staring at four blank walls I am actually jumping around on tip-toes!!
When I was in school uniform, all I do is read storybooks and do well in my exams to shut the teachers' mouths. And just play some sports. I don't have so much of "exciting" errands to run.
I'm not complaining, but it is just unfortunate that they all have to come in a lump sum.
Oh, did I mention that my entire almost-old-folks-home-neighbourhood is doing renovations to their houses?
So there are lorries blocking the entire road, drillings in the morning, breaking my beautiful bliss of sleep as early as 8.30 am in the morning. Oh, and there is the constant hammering and more drilling and more random singing.
Yes, and it has been on-going one week before my examinations.
Isn't life just wonderful out of the school uniform?
And I can't complain about me having exams because... "no one accomodates for my hyper-sensitive situation/characteristic"
I would rather wear that ugly stuffy school uniform a hundred times over. Thank you.
I can't believe she actually became the relieve teacher for Science for those bursting teachers!!!
I shall, oh I shall! wear my school uniform, and sneak in to her class if she was still teaching there. Unfortunately, the teacher has recovered from bursting and has returned to school; hence she was no longer employed.
Sigh.
The best part? My highschool mates thought I disappeared into thin air. They don't know what I'm doing, where I am, and how to contact me.
Wow. Intriguing.
On a side note, I would like to wear my school uniform again.
So that I don't have so many things to study, so many responsibility to hold and also, I won't have to behave in the maturity "required" at "my age".
Right now, I have 3 roles.
1. Layout designer for Lexicon, the Law School's newsletter.
Which is driving me nuts because the stuff keep running around [damn it! Stay put! Or I'll put you in your place and tell you how stupid you are to run around!]
And, as it so happens, "apparently" I am to be in charged of layout only. But somehow, grammar overspilled in. Sigh. It's ok. We're all kinda short-handed anyway. [Not physically, d'oh!!!]
2. President of Law Society
Which brings along a HUGE boulder with the letters LAW BALL scrawled all over it.
It's so bloody expensive to host all this stuff!! And I have to be the finance manager, I have to get sponsors, I have to get the venue and the menu and the event going. [I would rather watch Ramu and Shamu 100 times over than stare at the venues and menus - Yes, I'm lame]
3. A Participant in the National Rounds for the LawAsia Moot competition
Oh well, and I have MORE reading to do!! Wow!!! Isn't my life just so un-boring? Rather than staring at four blank walls I am actually jumping around on tip-toes!!
When I was in school uniform, all I do is read storybooks and do well in my exams to shut the teachers' mouths. And just play some sports. I don't have so much of "exciting" errands to run.
I'm not complaining, but it is just unfortunate that they all have to come in a lump sum.
Oh, did I mention that my entire almost-old-folks-home-neighbourhood is doing renovations to their houses?
So there are lorries blocking the entire road, drillings in the morning, breaking my beautiful bliss of sleep as early as 8.30 am in the morning. Oh, and there is the constant hammering and more drilling and more random singing.
Yes, and it has been on-going one week before my examinations.
Isn't life just wonderful out of the school uniform?
And I can't complain about me having exams because... "no one accomodates for my hyper-sensitive situation/characteristic"
I would rather wear that ugly stuffy school uniform a hundred times over. Thank you.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The Unstoppable Roller Coaster
"Lies, lies, I stand in the house of crumbling lies."
Sometimes, life is just frustrating. Some people use their ego as their shield. Some use other people's emotions as shields. Some, use practicalities of life to escape from reality.
The truth? I stand in the house of crumbling lies.
Why are people so blinded by their ego? Even to the extent that they talk gibberish? Even to the extent that they actually blurt out nonsensical stuff just to stab a knife in the soul of the other person?
And they say that it is in defence of their ego. LIES, I say unto you.
So what if another person gives you small change when you do not have one? How does that in anyway mace the ego which you have invented for yourself just because people tell you that you should have some "dignity"? Dignity is not seen in that way. What is wrong with another person giving you small change in front of everyone when you need it? Why do you even feel threatened by it in the first place?
Threats, why do people use thou to get things done? Is that the better method to substitute a reasoned, logical reasoning to compel a person to do something?
It only pours water on to the wall of that relationship which in all its glory is built on fragility; built with sand.
Emotions, where art the fortress of thine? Are you to be pricked so easily and consequently cause such an emotional and physical uproar all over the place?
Righteousness, why art thou perverted? In the name of "righteousness", all the old ways have been removed and in the process, stripping another person of the glory of his effort put in in good faith for the country. And after that, you renew all the old methods? What glory is there in doing so? First, you say that there will be no more wars. Only to renew and to send in more troops for the war in Afghanistan. That's right. In the name of righteousness, you do so. What righteousness is left, if not for the righteousness of ego if one is to strip off the old ways only to renew them in the glory of his own name later?
Unfortunately, Life, is an unstoppable roller coaster where everyone is driven by it; and is not given any space of time for a breather to think.
Lies, lies, I stand in the house of crumbling lies.
All your glamoured works, they are all lies.
It is no surprise that mankind is a disappointment unto himself.
Sometimes, life is just frustrating. Some people use their ego as their shield. Some use other people's emotions as shields. Some, use practicalities of life to escape from reality.
The truth? I stand in the house of crumbling lies.
Why are people so blinded by their ego? Even to the extent that they talk gibberish? Even to the extent that they actually blurt out nonsensical stuff just to stab a knife in the soul of the other person?
And they say that it is in defence of their ego. LIES, I say unto you.
So what if another person gives you small change when you do not have one? How does that in anyway mace the ego which you have invented for yourself just because people tell you that you should have some "dignity"? Dignity is not seen in that way. What is wrong with another person giving you small change in front of everyone when you need it? Why do you even feel threatened by it in the first place?
Threats, why do people use thou to get things done? Is that the better method to substitute a reasoned, logical reasoning to compel a person to do something?
It only pours water on to the wall of that relationship which in all its glory is built on fragility; built with sand.
Emotions, where art the fortress of thine? Are you to be pricked so easily and consequently cause such an emotional and physical uproar all over the place?
Righteousness, why art thou perverted? In the name of "righteousness", all the old ways have been removed and in the process, stripping another person of the glory of his effort put in in good faith for the country. And after that, you renew all the old methods? What glory is there in doing so? First, you say that there will be no more wars. Only to renew and to send in more troops for the war in Afghanistan. That's right. In the name of righteousness, you do so. What righteousness is left, if not for the righteousness of ego if one is to strip off the old ways only to renew them in the glory of his own name later?
Unfortunately, Life, is an unstoppable roller coaster where everyone is driven by it; and is not given any space of time for a breather to think.
Lies, lies, I stand in the house of crumbling lies.
All your glamoured works, they are all lies.
It is no surprise that mankind is a disappointment unto himself.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Life At This Point
Isn't life ironic? During the exams, I was dying for it to be over. Now that it is over, I don't feel anything at all. There's just this vacuum in the centre of my being that doesn't make me feel free at all.
And, ever since I left blogging for a month or so, my creativity level and my level of language actually took a dive.
Oh, well, it's probably time to find that crazy part of me again.
It was forced to the background during the exam period. [Well, it took me 2 1/2 weeks to suppress it and with the realisation that Exams are just a week away and the fact that I've not studied a single word. Really, I'm not exaggerating or being dramatic.]
I just don't get it. When I don't have the opportunity to blog, I have so many things to blog about. But now that I've actually got time to blog, I can't seem to find anything to say.
Well, let's start with the movie "Angels & Demons".
I watched it on Saturday actually. And.. it was great!!!
It was SO much better than the Da Vinci Code which had a rubbish plot, horrible tag lines and atrocious soundtracks.
Whereas the current one, it's the complete opposite!!! I actually prefer it to the book!!!
But along with the movie, is the feeling of regret in me for succumbing to the heat of the Summer when I was in Rome. What a waste, what a waste. My sis and I actually planned to do that whole running all over the place to look at sculptures. Instead, all we saw was the St. Peter's Basilica, the Colloseum, a lil tour of the city and our sweet lil dreams in the hotel. Yes, we chickened out of the heat and opted for a nap. [If we were to be real chickens, our feathers will all be de-feathered with just the aid of the wind]
We didn't get to see Bernini's or Raphael's sculptures. For example, that ingenious half angel half demon/skeleton sculpture of Lucifer which was in the movie. But I'm disappointed that they didn't show that awesome sculpture of Moses pointing his finger [in St. Peter's] in the movie.
And, I suspect they changed the outlook of the tomb of the popes. The staircase where the Carmelengo burnt himself? Hmm, I don't remember seeing that staircase at the centre, it was at the side if I'm not mistakened. Or maybe it's just the angle of the camera. I wished they showed more of the buildings in the height of their glory rather than just at the level of the car window.
My biggest regret? It's not walking to the Pantheon which was about 15 minutes [I think] from where we were waiting for the bus. That place, in the movie was just SO beautiful.
Nonetheless, I ABSOLUTELY love the soundtrack of that movie!! It was mysterious, dramatic, expressive, impressionistic and yet, you can't mistaken this tragic feeling about it. The best part? The solo violin was played by Joshua Bell!! Hotness!!! He's the same violinist who played for the movie, "The Red Violin". No wonder the music was so beautifully expressed!
The plot of the movie was better, the angle of the camera was better, even the actors look better! [Did I mention that the Italians in the movie were so much hotter than the ones that I saw when I was in Rome?] =D
I'll say it's a good movie. But the feeling of disgust when the preferetis were murdered was very much dampened compared to the book.
I really do not have any inspiration for this post. Ah, I need to get my touch in blogging back!!!
Gah, the exams sucked so much of life out of me!!!!
And, ever since I left blogging for a month or so, my creativity level and my level of language actually took a dive.
Oh, well, it's probably time to find that crazy part of me again.
It was forced to the background during the exam period. [Well, it took me 2 1/2 weeks to suppress it and with the realisation that Exams are just a week away and the fact that I've not studied a single word. Really, I'm not exaggerating or being dramatic.]
I just don't get it. When I don't have the opportunity to blog, I have so many things to blog about. But now that I've actually got time to blog, I can't seem to find anything to say.
Well, let's start with the movie "Angels & Demons".
I watched it on Saturday actually. And.. it was great!!!
It was SO much better than the Da Vinci Code which had a rubbish plot, horrible tag lines and atrocious soundtracks.
Whereas the current one, it's the complete opposite!!! I actually prefer it to the book!!!
But along with the movie, is the feeling of regret in me for succumbing to the heat of the Summer when I was in Rome. What a waste, what a waste. My sis and I actually planned to do that whole running all over the place to look at sculptures. Instead, all we saw was the St. Peter's Basilica, the Colloseum, a lil tour of the city and our sweet lil dreams in the hotel. Yes, we chickened out of the heat and opted for a nap. [If we were to be real chickens, our feathers will all be de-feathered with just the aid of the wind]
We didn't get to see Bernini's or Raphael's sculptures. For example, that ingenious half angel half demon/skeleton sculpture of Lucifer which was in the movie. But I'm disappointed that they didn't show that awesome sculpture of Moses pointing his finger [in St. Peter's] in the movie.
And, I suspect they changed the outlook of the tomb of the popes. The staircase where the Carmelengo burnt himself? Hmm, I don't remember seeing that staircase at the centre, it was at the side if I'm not mistakened. Or maybe it's just the angle of the camera. I wished they showed more of the buildings in the height of their glory rather than just at the level of the car window.
My biggest regret? It's not walking to the Pantheon which was about 15 minutes [I think] from where we were waiting for the bus. That place, in the movie was just SO beautiful.
Nonetheless, I ABSOLUTELY love the soundtrack of that movie!! It was mysterious, dramatic, expressive, impressionistic and yet, you can't mistaken this tragic feeling about it. The best part? The solo violin was played by Joshua Bell!! Hotness!!! He's the same violinist who played for the movie, "The Red Violin". No wonder the music was so beautifully expressed!
The plot of the movie was better, the angle of the camera was better, even the actors look better! [Did I mention that the Italians in the movie were so much hotter than the ones that I saw when I was in Rome?] =D
I'll say it's a good movie. But the feeling of disgust when the preferetis were murdered was very much dampened compared to the book.
I really do not have any inspiration for this post. Ah, I need to get my touch in blogging back!!!
Gah, the exams sucked so much of life out of me!!!!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Wisdom Comes With Pain
It's no joke trying to grow a wisdom tooth.
Your gums have to slice itself to make way for the new baby tooth from underneath the gum.
And when it springs forth, it tears your sanity apart.
It clouds your thoughts with the pain. You can hardly function the whole day but think about the pain.
It's just the same with studying.
The pain of having to sit on the table, on the same spot for hours.
And having to push aside all distractions which will dampen the progress of your acquisition of wisdom.
And when you're so into your studies, it clouds your mind; you think of nothing but the subject that you're reading on the whole day.
It's such a pain to study sometimes. But the wisdom acquired is priceless.
Ah, damn backbone problem. At the end of the day, I won't be able to lie straight on my bed because that last disc will be so swollen, I'll be lying on it.
Like I said, Wisdom Comes With Pain.
Your gums have to slice itself to make way for the new baby tooth from underneath the gum.
And when it springs forth, it tears your sanity apart.
It clouds your thoughts with the pain. You can hardly function the whole day but think about the pain.
It's just the same with studying.
The pain of having to sit on the table, on the same spot for hours.
And having to push aside all distractions which will dampen the progress of your acquisition of wisdom.
And when you're so into your studies, it clouds your mind; you think of nothing but the subject that you're reading on the whole day.
It's such a pain to study sometimes. But the wisdom acquired is priceless.
Ah, damn backbone problem. At the end of the day, I won't be able to lie straight on my bed because that last disc will be so swollen, I'll be lying on it.
Like I said, Wisdom Comes With Pain.
Dogs
The truth is, this world is a world where dog eats dog.
The underdog eats his superior, the superior eats his underdog too. The only difference is how they do it.
Where a dog can fight his peer just as the change of the tide in the ocean. Where a dog turns away from his peer; leaving his peer to fend for himself just to save his own tail.
And we human beings think that we are above dogs.
But the truth is, we are dogs in our own rights.
Every man for his own. When it comes to winning, friendship and blood-ties dissipate like breath on the mirror.
Human rights, do they ever exist? Or is it just a playground for the manipulation of the rich?
The truth is, if you have money, you'll get all the human rights that you want.
Those who rely on human rights are those piteous underdogs who are trying to find a way to pin their superior down.
In the name of human rights, all rules are bent.
Where an unclaimable claim becomes claimable. In the name of human rights.
Is there justice in this world? Is there fairness? Equality? Loyalty?
The world reminds me of a pack of dogs.
The underdog eats his superior, the superior eats his underdog too. The only difference is how they do it.
Where a dog can fight his peer just as the change of the tide in the ocean. Where a dog turns away from his peer; leaving his peer to fend for himself just to save his own tail.
And we human beings think that we are above dogs.
But the truth is, we are dogs in our own rights.
Every man for his own. When it comes to winning, friendship and blood-ties dissipate like breath on the mirror.
Human rights, do they ever exist? Or is it just a playground for the manipulation of the rich?
The truth is, if you have money, you'll get all the human rights that you want.
Those who rely on human rights are those piteous underdogs who are trying to find a way to pin their superior down.
In the name of human rights, all rules are bent.
Where an unclaimable claim becomes claimable. In the name of human rights.
Is there justice in this world? Is there fairness? Equality? Loyalty?
The world reminds me of a pack of dogs.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Natural Talent to Annoy
It's true I possess such a unique talent.
I basically annoy people naturally. Or at least press on all the wrong buttons.
For instance, well, the more my mom/sis asks me to stop singing, the louder I sing.
Or I'll do the chinky accent at my sister, and she accuses me of causing her standard of English language to deteriorate.
I say the most girlie stuff to guys and make them walk away.
Or, I pretend to be all emotional and get people worked up along.
Ikram complained that I was overly courteous. And I continued with it for another 3 texts? =D
The results that I get?
Priceless facial expression/text expression.
I know I'm eccentric and twisted, but I somehow find it amusing for the time being.
It's probably the Exam Fever.
I basically annoy people naturally. Or at least press on all the wrong buttons.
For instance, well, the more my mom/sis asks me to stop singing, the louder I sing.
Or I'll do the chinky accent at my sister, and she accuses me of causing her standard of English language to deteriorate.
I say the most girlie stuff to guys and make them walk away.
Or, I pretend to be all emotional and get people worked up along.
Ikram complained that I was overly courteous. And I continued with it for another 3 texts? =D
The results that I get?
Priceless facial expression/text expression.
I know I'm eccentric and twisted, but I somehow find it amusing for the time being.
It's probably the Exam Fever.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Speaking About Walls
Writing Credit has officially driven me up and over the wall.
It needs no further explanation.
Just 4 words.
Tort, Rylands v Fletcher.
It needs no further explanation.
Just 4 words.
Tort, Rylands v Fletcher.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Betrayed.
Is this what the Law Alumni is for?
Where you betray your learned friends and leave them to rot in boredome??
Why did nobody call me to go out for lunch (but I don't think I will miss the conversation) and later ask me to go to Pyramid for Sushi King?? [I mean pharoah] And where everything was cheap!!! I have been dying for SASHIMIs!!!
Oh, but you all finally get to see my short parents. [Yes, you might be wondering how a short couple can come out with a tall gigantic daughter (who is still growing taller).]
Oh, and you can kill Maureen for telling me this.
I'll gladly give you the license. =D Honest!
[But it's Ok, I won't get to go anyway, because I will have to direct my mom to go pick my sis up or else she might end up driving to JB. She's extremely bad in directions.]
But still...
That lingering sense of betrayal is like the invisible veil which cannot be torn down!
Where you betray your learned friends and leave them to rot in boredome??
Why did nobody call me to go out for lunch (but I don't think I will miss the conversation) and later ask me to go to Pyramid for Sushi King?? [I mean pharoah] And where everything was cheap!!! I have been dying for SASHIMIs!!!
Oh, but you all finally get to see my short parents. [Yes, you might be wondering how a short couple can come out with a tall gigantic daughter (who is still growing taller).]
Oh, and you can kill Maureen for telling me this.
I'll gladly give you the license. =D Honest!
[But it's Ok, I won't get to go anyway, because I will have to direct my mom to go pick my sis up or else she might end up driving to JB. She's extremely bad in directions.]
But still...
That lingering sense of betrayal is like the invisible veil which cannot be torn down!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Once Again
I have once again proved to push myself to the limit.
Yup.
I don't know why, but it's good.
Because I will only start doing work when I realise that I have a lot of things to do.
So, for the time being until I finish all these tasks, you can stare at this space.
Cheers. And wish me luck.
Yup.
I don't know why, but it's good.
Because I will only start doing work when I realise that I have a lot of things to do.
- I have a Law Ball to plan (Hence, the meetings and the correspondences and the follow-ups)
- I have the Lexicon layout to do (which will consume quite a lot of time and it's due end of this month.)
- I have to finish my writing credit.
- I have to STUDY.
So, for the time being until I finish all these tasks, you can stare at this space.
Cheers. And wish me luck.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Fashion Wars
Reasons why I love Fashion Wars on Facebook.
1. I earn$77 200 $206 000 per hour.
2. I own 5 LV bags, 5 Mobile blings, A Mini Cooper, A Smart Car, A BMW, A Lotus, A Convertible Porsche, 2 Audi R8s,a 2 bling Mercedes
3. I am the owner of 5 pubs in LA, I own a penthouse, a Miami beach house, a Hollywood house,an 3 Italian Villas by the sea.
Compare it to the real world that I live in.
1. I don't earn a single dollar for studying.
2. I don't own 5 LV bags, 5 mobile blings, and I absolutely do not own any cars. Let alone be allowed to drive without supervision.
3. I don't own any property which generates money for me to spend like a RockStar.
I, instead, have to force myself every single minute to try to study.
Ah, my time will come. It shall come.
1. I earn
2. I own 5 LV bags, 5 Mobile blings, A Mini Cooper, A Smart Car, A BMW, A Lotus, A Convertible Porsche, 2 Audi R8s,
3. I am the owner of 5 pubs in LA, I own a penthouse, a Miami beach house, a Hollywood house,
Compare it to the real world that I live in.
1. I don't earn a single dollar for studying.
2. I don't own 5 LV bags, 5 mobile blings, and I absolutely do not own any cars. Let alone be allowed to drive without supervision.
3. I don't own any property which generates money for me to spend like a RockStar.
I, instead, have to force myself every single minute to try to study.
Ah, my time will come. It shall come.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Down
I feel like I'm drowning in a pit of shit.
Chants of "ifs" keep replaying in my mind.
If only I didn't drive the car and have let mom driven it. I had this tugging not to drive. I wasn't confident. But I went ahead.
To prove myself wrong and to build my own self-absorbed confidence.
I should have listened to my sixth sense.
Then the car would not have been knocked by that damn irresponsible cowardly bitch who ran off after I honked her for about 10 seconds.
I should have driven the car forward. Or maybe, I shouldn't have reversed it in the first place just because my mom said I should.
A feeling of morose regret keeps tugging, plucking the discordant cord of my soul.
I am gravely disturbed.
What if we can't find that damned girl? What if the car number plate which I saw was wrong?? I didn't quite manage to catch the 2nd digit. It fell on the blindspot.
Why am I so damn darn incompetent?
I tried so hard to shake off this feeling of regret. I tried to divert my attention. I tried to laugh it off. I tried to cover it up with anger and being obsessively authoritative when I made my complain to the respective college that she is studying in; demanding that they help me find her.
It's still there.
That damned, hovering shadow of the emotion which burns through your soul with unseen, unforgiving fiery eyes.
As long as that damage is still on the car, as long as I have not found that bitch, as long as I have not repaired the car, I don't know if I can bring myself out of this pit.
Joseph fell into the pit only to be molded into something greater.
Will this experience of mine be the same?
Chants of "ifs" keep replaying in my mind.
If only I didn't drive the car and have let mom driven it. I had this tugging not to drive. I wasn't confident. But I went ahead.
To prove myself wrong and to build my own self-absorbed confidence.
I should have listened to my sixth sense.
Then the car would not have been knocked by that damn irresponsible cowardly bitch who ran off after I honked her for about 10 seconds.
I should have driven the car forward. Or maybe, I shouldn't have reversed it in the first place just because my mom said I should.
A feeling of morose regret keeps tugging, plucking the discordant cord of my soul.
I am gravely disturbed.
What if we can't find that damned girl? What if the car number plate which I saw was wrong?? I didn't quite manage to catch the 2nd digit. It fell on the blindspot.
Why am I so damn darn incompetent?
I tried so hard to shake off this feeling of regret. I tried to divert my attention. I tried to laugh it off. I tried to cover it up with anger and being obsessively authoritative when I made my complain to the respective college that she is studying in; demanding that they help me find her.
It's still there.
That damned, hovering shadow of the emotion which burns through your soul with unseen, unforgiving fiery eyes.
As long as that damage is still on the car, as long as I have not found that bitch, as long as I have not repaired the car, I don't know if I can bring myself out of this pit.
Joseph fell into the pit only to be molded into something greater.
Will this experience of mine be the same?
Friday, March 27, 2009
Burst of Duets
What's with sudden bursts of duets?
First we've got Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat with Lucky
And after that we've got James Morrison and Nelly Furtardo with Broken Strings.
Now, I found out there's Jon McLaughlin and Beyonce with Smack/Smash Into You.
The best part??
They all sound almost the same.
Isn't life "wonderfully colourful and diverse"?
First we've got Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat with Lucky
And after that we've got James Morrison and Nelly Furtardo with Broken Strings.
Now, I found out there's Jon McLaughlin and Beyonce with Smack/Smash Into You.
The best part??
They all sound almost the same.
Isn't life "wonderfully colourful and diverse"?
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Marathon Nap
I can't believe I slept from 6.30 pm right until 12 am.
It must be the squid.
First, I went super crazy.
And then I got tired on the way home because all the energy was used up.
When I got home, well mom, as usual dragged me all over the place.
After all the dragging, I just went to sleep.
About the weekend, well, I can't quite remember.
Except the fact that I keep going to KL.
Life is Fun now!!!
Let me know if there's any outing going on.
Like Karaoking. Lol!!
It must be the squid.
First, I went super crazy.
And then I got tired on the way home because all the energy was used up.
When I got home, well mom, as usual dragged me all over the place.
After all the dragging, I just went to sleep.
About the weekend, well, I can't quite remember.
Except the fact that I keep going to KL.
Life is Fun now!!!
Let me know if there's any outing going on.
Like Karaoking. Lol!!
Friday, March 20, 2009
It's The Last Day!!!
Yay!!!!!
But it doesn't help that I suck in pool now. Just because I stopped playing for a year. Everything was wrong. My hands were sticky, I didn't use my elbow properly, I was too tall from the heels ["Debble, you need to bend lower... lower... Ok, it sounds WRONG... so I did not.]
Anyway, I realised that I'm quite emotionless these days.
What is the point of having emotions when you can laugh all day??
Yup. New Motto.
Yes, last day, I get to play more squash!!!
I'm better at squash compared to tennis. That's because I'm too effing blur for tennis still.
Need to be more alert.
I realised something.
I never realised how fucking dodgy I was last time until I finally took a look at my facebook pictures.
Gosh.
I need to do something.
Minus Paris Hilton's virus, thank you.
But it doesn't help that I suck in pool now. Just because I stopped playing for a year. Everything was wrong. My hands were sticky, I didn't use my elbow properly, I was too tall from the heels ["Debble, you need to bend lower... lower... Ok, it sounds WRONG... so I did not.]
Anyway, I realised that I'm quite emotionless these days.
What is the point of having emotions when you can laugh all day??
Yup. New Motto.
Yes, last day, I get to play more squash!!!
I'm better at squash compared to tennis. That's because I'm too effing blur for tennis still.
Need to be more alert.
I realised something.
I never realised how fucking dodgy I was last time until I finally took a look at my facebook pictures.
Gosh.
I need to do something.
Minus Paris Hilton's virus, thank you.
Monday, March 16, 2009
I Got Caught
I woke up in the middle of the night only to find the lights in the hall were turned on.
Usually, all the lights are turned off except for the garage light.
So I decided to go out and take a look. Even the door to the dining room is opened!!
Oh well, must be the nocturnal mother/early bird father doing some stuff in the kitchen.
I wanted to go back to sleep really badly.
"DEBBLE!!!!! Is that you? Are you awake?"
I was forced to open the room door again. "Yea?"
"Wanna play tennis??"
I was trying so hard to avoid the topic of playing tennis; I have to wake up at 6 freaking a.m.!!!
"Me?? Tennis??" HAHAHA.
"I'm giving you no choice, you're coming to play with us. Wake your sister up now."
I happily went back to sleep. It's 6 freaking a.m. anyway. And it's a Sunday!!
Unfortunately, at 6.30 am, the dad's booming voice was at the door which woke my sister up and he ordained that I go too. And my sister slapped me on the arm; forcing me to go brush my teeth first. Gah. Why is it always me first? Just because she is freaking working doesn't mean that I'm not tired too. It's so much more tiring to study than to work!!
If I had not been such a nosey snooper, I wouldn't have been caught, I wouldn't have to go to play tennis and get tortured and torn away from my plushy bed.
And so we played. And I played quite well!! =D After not touching the racquet for like 5 years?? Yeah. But they were mostly parabolas since I usually don't do a full swing. [When I was a beginner, I had a history of hitting the ball over the fence and into the palace grounds when I did those horrible parabola full swings. The bad habit somehow stayed on.]
The highlight of the game was listening/watching those group of old people doing tai chee nearby. IT WAS HILARIOUS!!! They were doing slow motion tai chee to..... well, emo ballads. Celine Dion and Barbara Streisand. Not bad. Because I witnessed them fighting once because they complained that they cannot stand their boring instructor with their lame yi yi er er whatever shit chant that they usually do.
To my amazement, out of the blue, Flo Rida's Low started playing. And they actually 'danced' to it!!! HAH! It was hilarious crazy. They were like robotic cartoons dancing to the tunes with their lame almost-aerobic steps.
[I have a grudge against them because I used to hate their stupid yi yi er tape recording when I used to play tennis last time. I hear it every freaking morning and it is usually blaring in my ears!]
That was the game. After that, we went to church... and... I loved the singing, because I get to really strain my vocal cords!! But... I slept off during sermon.
"Debble, you were sound asleep as a bunny."
It was that bad. I really slept off for about 45 minutes. I usually still listen to the speaker but it's the usual, "in one ear and out the next" mode. But I'm still aware of what is being spoken. But I really slept off that morning. [To my amazement, the mother was happily laughing away and started teasing me for being lazy; sleeping in church just because I, for the first time actually went to play tennis in the morning.]
Oh well.
But that evening, was awesome. We went to this tennis shop in DU and it was brilliant!!! We bought a new pro racquet and re-stringed the other two. And the mom bought a squash racquet. Well, in some meagre effort to lose weight after the food binge spree that we had for the past few days [just because it was her birthday week].
I think I'm hooked to tennis now. But I'll probably steal the mommy's racquet to try out squash too!
Cheers.
Usually, all the lights are turned off except for the garage light.
So I decided to go out and take a look. Even the door to the dining room is opened!!
Oh well, must be the nocturnal mother/early bird father doing some stuff in the kitchen.
I wanted to go back to sleep really badly.
"DEBBLE!!!!! Is that you? Are you awake?"
I was forced to open the room door again. "Yea?"
"Wanna play tennis??"
I was trying so hard to avoid the topic of playing tennis; I have to wake up at 6 freaking a.m.!!!
"Me?? Tennis??" HAHAHA.
"I'm giving you no choice, you're coming to play with us. Wake your sister up now."
I happily went back to sleep. It's 6 freaking a.m. anyway. And it's a Sunday!!
Unfortunately, at 6.30 am, the dad's booming voice was at the door which woke my sister up and he ordained that I go too. And my sister slapped me on the arm; forcing me to go brush my teeth first. Gah. Why is it always me first? Just because she is freaking working doesn't mean that I'm not tired too. It's so much more tiring to study than to work!!
If I had not been such a nosey snooper, I wouldn't have been caught, I wouldn't have to go to play tennis and get tortured and torn away from my plushy bed.
And so we played. And I played quite well!! =D After not touching the racquet for like 5 years?? Yeah. But they were mostly parabolas since I usually don't do a full swing. [When I was a beginner, I had a history of hitting the ball over the fence and into the palace grounds when I did those horrible parabola full swings. The bad habit somehow stayed on.]
The highlight of the game was listening/watching those group of old people doing tai chee nearby. IT WAS HILARIOUS!!! They were doing slow motion tai chee to..... well, emo ballads. Celine Dion and Barbara Streisand. Not bad. Because I witnessed them fighting once because they complained that they cannot stand their boring instructor with their lame yi yi er er whatever shit chant that they usually do.
To my amazement, out of the blue, Flo Rida's Low started playing. And they actually 'danced' to it!!! HAH! It was hilarious crazy. They were like robotic cartoons dancing to the tunes with their lame almost-aerobic steps.
[I have a grudge against them because I used to hate their stupid yi yi er tape recording when I used to play tennis last time. I hear it every freaking morning and it is usually blaring in my ears!]
That was the game. After that, we went to church... and... I loved the singing, because I get to really strain my vocal cords!! But... I slept off during sermon.
"Debble, you were sound asleep as a bunny."
It was that bad. I really slept off for about 45 minutes. I usually still listen to the speaker but it's the usual, "in one ear and out the next" mode. But I'm still aware of what is being spoken. But I really slept off that morning. [To my amazement, the mother was happily laughing away and started teasing me for being lazy; sleeping in church just because I, for the first time actually went to play tennis in the morning.]
Oh well.
But that evening, was awesome. We went to this tennis shop in DU and it was brilliant!!! We bought a new pro racquet and re-stringed the other two. And the mom bought a squash racquet. Well, in some meagre effort to lose weight after the food binge spree that we had for the past few days [just because it was her birthday week].
I think I'm hooked to tennis now. But I'll probably steal the mommy's racquet to try out squash too!
Cheers.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Saluté Hamlet
And so, I have just relived the fashion of Hamlet's hair.
It is a Hamlet comeback.
You see, ever since I came back, I was haunted by this girl's awesome awesome barbie doll fringe which made her look so uber cool.
So, when I had to cut my fringe as ordained or face a fate far worse than a short fringe, I decided to cut that same barbie fringe.
Also, the fact that it looks almost like a Camden goth's hair makes it even more appealing.
But, I didn't realise one thing. My fringe was, even before cutting it, too short to make it work.
And now, I present to you, Miss Hamlet who did not intend to be in the league of LaLas at all but is forced to pin her fringe up or look worse.
Lucky for me, there is no time to fuss over my stupid fringe.
Because, I have so much of work to do!!! And they are all for next week!!!!!
1. Contract Non-Assessed Assignment to be handed in on Monday.
2. Contract presentation on Restitution. Possibly on Wednesday or Thursday. Who knows, maybe it's on Tuesday.
3. Contract tutorials.
4. Criminal Law tutorials to prepare for
5. GPL presentation to prepare for.
6. Tort tutorial to prepare for.
7. On the same day, I have my moot.
8.Not forgetting, legal skills work; legal letter to be handed in.
Can someone save me before I go crazy like Hamlet?
It is a Hamlet comeback.
You see, ever since I came back, I was haunted by this girl's awesome awesome barbie doll fringe which made her look so uber cool.
So, when I had to cut my fringe as ordained or face a fate far worse than a short fringe, I decided to cut that same barbie fringe.
Also, the fact that it looks almost like a Camden goth's hair makes it even more appealing.
But, I didn't realise one thing. My fringe was, even before cutting it, too short to make it work.
And now, I present to you, Miss Hamlet who did not intend to be in the league of LaLas at all but is forced to pin her fringe up or look worse.
Lucky for me, there is no time to fuss over my stupid fringe.
Because, I have so much of work to do!!! And they are all for next week!!!!!
1. Contract Non-Assessed Assignment to be handed in on Monday.
2. Contract presentation on Restitution. Possibly on Wednesday or Thursday. Who knows, maybe it's on Tuesday.
3. Contract tutorials.
4. Criminal Law tutorials to prepare for
5. GPL presentation to prepare for.
6. Tort tutorial to prepare for.
7. On the same day, I have my moot.
8.
Can someone save me before I go crazy like Hamlet?
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Weirdalogy
Somehow, for some weird reason, I have been really frustrated all week.
And the problem is, I don't quite know why.
But I do apologise for being so critical these days and being all whiney. I'm constantly grumbling or criticising something.
It's the frustration/stress talking.
I have so much to do and work is piling up. It's not like time is elongating itself.
I need to learn to be a better time manager.
And people are noticing that I'm slacking these days.
Sometimes, I wish that my mom can stop dragging me all over the place.
That's about it for now.
And the problem is, I don't quite know why.
But I do apologise for being so critical these days and being all whiney. I'm constantly grumbling or criticising something.
It's the frustration/stress talking.
I have so much to do and work is piling up. It's not like time is elongating itself.
I need to learn to be a better time manager.
And people are noticing that I'm slacking these days.
Sometimes, I wish that my mom can stop dragging me all over the place.
That's about it for now.
Monday, February 16, 2009
A Tale of Unrepentant-ness
I am unrepentant for what I am.
For what I write and what I do.
I am unrepentant
When I know that I have done my best.
Valentine's Day for me is about a day spent to appreciate yourself.
Because if you don't, no one will.
You will have to first love yourself in order to know how to love your neighbours.
Well, you don't have to love ALL your neighbours, but you don't have to live in animosity.
Did I tell you that I spent V Day trying to contain an unrepentant tornado in my stomach? And that I spent the whole day sleeping alone at home while the parents drive the sister to work? [and, they went shopping too. Without me!!!]
Not to forget I only ate plain porridge [as in water and rice and nothing else] for the whole day.
The fever eventually went down but the splitting headache is this irritating leech which just won't stop torturing me.
It is not funny when you have to wake up early the next day for an appointment at 10 am but it takes about an hour to reach that destination. And with the need to have breakfast first, you basically have to get up at 8 am.
In my world, morning means 11 am. Because sleeping time for me is 3 am [No, I do not go clubbing in case you are filling in the blanks with the wrong activities. I study. Besides that, I will have to feed my parents with two large sleeping pills before I can actually slip out to club. Which is not quite happening in a million light years. Because the mother is a light sleeper and the dah-dee is just too difficult to fool.]
By the time I got home, it was late evening.
We had to host this hospitality thingy where we meet up with people who come back from overseas and what-nots.
It was quite nice since I get to regroup with my childhood friends.
The sister said that there was this lady in stunning red dress who was staring at me with a quiver full of hatred in her eyes because her husband was checking the both of us out and I really dressed up for the occassion.
I don't live to please the world.
And I'm unrepentant on that.
These two weeks has just been crazily stressful. I usually don't have a habit of shaking my leg but I do it quite frequently now to ease off the stress.
I don't wanna talk about today.
So I shall just stop talking here because my eyes are about to pop out. Only slept at 3.30 am while preparing for tutorials.
I thought 4 subjects are quite manageable, I am wrong.
There is just so much to do.
For what I write and what I do.
I am unrepentant
When I know that I have done my best.
Valentine's Day for me is about a day spent to appreciate yourself.
Because if you don't, no one will.
You will have to first love yourself in order to know how to love your neighbours.
Well, you don't have to love ALL your neighbours, but you don't have to live in animosity.
Did I tell you that I spent V Day trying to contain an unrepentant tornado in my stomach? And that I spent the whole day sleeping alone at home while the parents drive the sister to work? [and, they went shopping too. Without me!!!]
Not to forget I only ate plain porridge [as in water and rice and nothing else] for the whole day.
The fever eventually went down but the splitting headache is this irritating leech which just won't stop torturing me.
It is not funny when you have to wake up early the next day for an appointment at 10 am but it takes about an hour to reach that destination. And with the need to have breakfast first, you basically have to get up at 8 am.
In my world, morning means 11 am. Because sleeping time for me is 3 am [No, I do not go clubbing in case you are filling in the blanks with the wrong activities. I study. Besides that, I will have to feed my parents with two large sleeping pills before I can actually slip out to club. Which is not quite happening in a million light years. Because the mother is a light sleeper and the dah-dee is just too difficult to fool.]
By the time I got home, it was late evening.
We had to host this hospitality thingy where we meet up with people who come back from overseas and what-nots.
It was quite nice since I get to regroup with my childhood friends.
The sister said that there was this lady in stunning red dress who was staring at me with a quiver full of hatred in her eyes because her husband was checking the both of us out and I really dressed up for the occassion.
I don't live to please the world.
And I'm unrepentant on that.
These two weeks has just been crazily stressful. I usually don't have a habit of shaking my leg but I do it quite frequently now to ease off the stress.
I don't wanna talk about today.
So I shall just stop talking here because my eyes are about to pop out. Only slept at 3.30 am while preparing for tutorials.
I thought 4 subjects are quite manageable, I am wrong.
There is just so much to do.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Mixtures aren't Always Bad
Yesterday, while a dear friend was driving me home at about 8 pm, we came to one conclusion.
I'm not afraid to speak my mind and be what I am.
Nothing is going to stop me.
Not even when the entire society is against me.
Yesterday was awesome. Met up with high school friends before one of them flies back to Kiwiland to study.
It was amazing. It's amazing how much we've all changed and at the same time, still did not change.
For one thing, we all did look splendidly awesome. And YL's 2 friends just made our day rather interesting and great.
It's fun mixing with people from different backgrounds. When you put all of them together and you start bitching about LaLa people, it's just bloody fun.
We all have one common understanding - LaLas have weird hairs, tries to dress "cutely", are overdressed and they all walk in Times Square.
We went to Italiannies to eat and gosh, the serving was mighty huge. I couldn't finish it at all.
I was half nagging at myself for having to say goodbye to my almost-flat tummy for eating that Linguine Vongole. (Ok, they are clams.) [But, hey, I still woke up with my flat tummy. Let's hope it does not add on. Damage control commences right now.]
The fact that it is almost dinner time made me cringe at the thought of having to down some more food, especially my mom's cooking which is usually not quite appetizing, and especially not after swallowing 2 person's share of pasta.
Rome Cocktail was quite ok though. It wasn't great. We need more great cocktails in Malaysia!!!
The best surprise? We weren't allowed to pay a single cent. The guys took care of everything. Now, this is what I call chivalry. And he even paid the waiter extra extra extra tips.
I'm not trying to complain about my guy friends who don't do so. I understand why they do not pay for everything, because, hey, we all receive the limited "allowances" which are usually very limited. It's just that it is very rare to come by guys like this. Not that I'm gonna take advantage, it's just nice to have your entire meal to be paid for once [and not having to be independent all the time]
I can't elaborate more. I wish I could but there is just so many things to say and too many places to start.
I'm glad that the piece of us from high school is still in us.
Friends Forever my pals.
I am what I am for what I am. I am not what I am because of influences. I live for what I am.
I'm not afraid to speak my mind and be what I am.
Nothing is going to stop me.
Not even when the entire society is against me.
Yesterday was awesome. Met up with high school friends before one of them flies back to Kiwiland to study.
It was amazing. It's amazing how much we've all changed and at the same time, still did not change.
For one thing, we all did look splendidly awesome. And YL's 2 friends just made our day rather interesting and great.
It's fun mixing with people from different backgrounds. When you put all of them together and you start bitching about LaLa people, it's just bloody fun.
We all have one common understanding - LaLas have weird hairs, tries to dress "cutely", are overdressed and they all walk in Times Square.
We went to Italiannies to eat and gosh, the serving was mighty huge. I couldn't finish it at all.
I was half nagging at myself for having to say goodbye to my almost-flat tummy for eating that Linguine Vongole. (Ok, they are clams.) [But, hey, I still woke up with my flat tummy. Let's hope it does not add on. Damage control commences right now.]
The fact that it is almost dinner time made me cringe at the thought of having to down some more food, especially my mom's cooking which is usually not quite appetizing, and especially not after swallowing 2 person's share of pasta.
Rome Cocktail was quite ok though. It wasn't great. We need more great cocktails in Malaysia!!!
The best surprise? We weren't allowed to pay a single cent. The guys took care of everything. Now, this is what I call chivalry. And he even paid the waiter extra extra extra tips.
I'm not trying to complain about my guy friends who don't do so. I understand why they do not pay for everything, because, hey, we all receive the limited "allowances" which are usually very limited. It's just that it is very rare to come by guys like this. Not that I'm gonna take advantage, it's just nice to have your entire meal to be paid for once [and not having to be independent all the time]
I can't elaborate more. I wish I could but there is just so many things to say and too many places to start.
I'm glad that the piece of us from high school is still in us.
Friends Forever my pals.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Lost in Translation
I forgot to say that when I was at Subang Parade, being desperate to draw out cash from the ATM machines, I actually have to fake a British accent to walk up to this group of cashier girls to ask them where can I withdraw money so that I won't look like an idiotic citizen who doesn't know the locality.
But, I was lost in translation. They gave me the wrong information. All the accent for nothing.
Anyway, the sister asked if I wanna help her do translation over the weekends because she has an exam coming up and she has a lot of work to do as well.
And so, I happily obliged. Because there's the motivation of m$$lahs. [I decided to replace the oo for $$s (it's moolahs)... Why have a hole?? Fill it with money!!! Yeah!!!]
But what I didn't know is that my Malay is completely rotten after not writing in it for 3 years.
I had hell of a time searching the dictionary just to translate that 18 pages with 36 main paragraphs and another 20 something more sub paragraphs.
Only to get scolding.
"Debble. You do not do direct translation!!! You must have an appreciation for proper Malay phrase structure!!!"
"You had better not do any attachments this year!!! Wait for next year when your Malay has improved!!"
"Did God, by His Grace give you an A1 for SPM?? Your Malay is horrible!!"
But hey! I did most of the donkey work and all you have to do is to re-edit my "horrible" phrases.
I, on the other hand still think that my translation was a pretty damn impressive work. [It took me 1 1/2 days to complete it though]
But towards the glee of completing the translation, the electricity in my house tripped.
Pissed off, I carried on doing my work relying on the battery and the reliable flashlight from my phone to read the English document.
Only to find out that the main switchboard in my house got burnt. Which means, NO ELECTRICITY UNTIL THE SWITCHBOARD IS REPAIRED.
Such Joy.
And today, I found that my laptop plug got burnt too.
I suspect there was an electricity surge from TNB along with overloading from my house; hence the burning [even the plastic of the switchboar melted and hence the noxious fumes burning my nostrills]. The heater is spoilt but thank God my laptop charger plug is not spoilt too.
So I was lost in translation while I was translating the document; because seriously, there are terms which just do not exist in Malay and you'll just have to crack your brains for the Malay vocabulary, lost in translation from those cashier girls, and momentarily when the electricity burned.
Not to mention that all my beautiful Malay vocabulary and phrases before this has been flushed down the drain.
It was really difficult to translate with super bright laptop screen and flashlight from phone.
Did I mention that it happened at 11 pm??
It was quite chaotic. Luckily, I was the nocturnal one in the family who can walk through the entire house without light.
If you're wondering, Yes, I'm rotting at Starbucks again. With my sister this time.
But, I was lost in translation. They gave me the wrong information. All the accent for nothing.
Anyway, the sister asked if I wanna help her do translation over the weekends because she has an exam coming up and she has a lot of work to do as well.
And so, I happily obliged. Because there's the motivation of m$$lahs. [I decided to replace the oo for $$s (it's moolahs)... Why have a hole?? Fill it with money!!! Yeah!!!]
But what I didn't know is that my Malay is completely rotten after not writing in it for 3 years.
I had hell of a time searching the dictionary just to translate that 18 pages with 36 main paragraphs and another 20 something more sub paragraphs.
Only to get scolding.
"Debble. You do not do direct translation!!! You must have an appreciation for proper Malay phrase structure!!!"
"You had better not do any attachments this year!!! Wait for next year when your Malay has improved!!"
"Did God, by His Grace give you an A1 for SPM?? Your Malay is horrible!!"
But hey! I did most of the donkey work and all you have to do is to re-edit my "horrible" phrases.
I, on the other hand still think that my translation was a pretty damn impressive work. [It took me 1 1/2 days to complete it though]
But towards the glee of completing the translation, the electricity in my house tripped.
Pissed off, I carried on doing my work relying on the battery and the reliable flashlight from my phone to read the English document.
Only to find out that the main switchboard in my house got burnt. Which means, NO ELECTRICITY UNTIL THE SWITCHBOARD IS REPAIRED.
Such Joy.
And today, I found that my laptop plug got burnt too.
I suspect there was an electricity surge from TNB along with overloading from my house; hence the burning [even the plastic of the switchboar melted and hence the noxious fumes burning my nostrills]. The heater is spoilt but thank God my laptop charger plug is not spoilt too.
So I was lost in translation while I was translating the document; because seriously, there are terms which just do not exist in Malay and you'll just have to crack your brains for the Malay vocabulary, lost in translation from those cashier girls, and momentarily when the electricity burned.
Not to mention that all my beautiful Malay vocabulary and phrases before this has been flushed down the drain.
It was really difficult to translate with super bright laptop screen and flashlight from phone.
Did I mention that it happened at 11 pm??
It was quite chaotic. Luckily, I was the nocturnal one in the family who can walk through the entire house without light.
If you're wondering, Yes, I'm rotting at Starbucks again. With my sister this time.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Disputes, Delusions, Desperation.
It's 6.05 am. Wake up girls. We gotta get out of the house early today to beat the jam.
"You go first"
"No, you go first"
"Why should I go first?"
"Why shouldn't you go first??"
"Just go and brush your teeth first!! Then you can continue sleeping after changing like you always do."
"But I only get up after 6.30 am."
"Just do it Debble. Don't be stubborn."
"No. You go first. I went first yesterday."
*Interruption*
"There are so many basins in the house. You don't have to go one after another."
This is what happens every morning while expert hands fly over the "boundary" of the bed and slap the other person just to force the other to get up first.
Gosh, I really hate waking up. It's difficult to wake up. Why can't that mad jam at Damansara have a solution? Why can't they expand the roads? Imagine, you have about 10 lanes for toll and immediately after the toll, all the cars squeeze into two lanes.
So we were early today. Or so we thought. It was as jammed as ever.
It's probably because everyone who goes on that same jam everyday have the same thought.
"I have to wake up earlier tomorrow to beat the jam. Even if it means stirring and grabbing those screaming kids earlier for school tomorrow."
So, the conclusion is, do not wake up so early. =D [Yes, you must be saying, please slap this blogger's face?? She's distorted.]
Anyway, I made a conclusion about the Honda City car while staring at the beautiful beamer 3 series.
The Honda City looks like a car who went for plastic surgery and never quite recovered from it. That is why everything looks so swollen.
Oh, and I thought the shape of its backside looks like the Vios's.
I loathe that car with a passion. It's so ciplak!!
At one point of my life, I was amused, bemused, amazed at why my mom suddenly allowed me to carry my own atm card.
Because it does not work on local atm machines. Yes, you only go back to HSBC or you can go to Standard Chartered, OCBC or UOB. Which is un-findable anyway. The local atms charge 10 bucks per transaction [BLOOD SUCKER!!!] and the local atm machines just REFUSE to accept my atm and withdraw my money.
What is the machine's problem larr?? How come my sis can withdraw?? Damn it!
My life is just absolutely so miserable. An atm card without real cash. And the mom won't give me my long overdue credit card. Thanks to the sis. Pooh!!
Sometimes, having a bad habit is good. For instance, stashing cash all over your handbag. I found extra cash just enough for me to pay for the program. Thank God. Or else Judah is gonna screw me; and Ikram is gonna burn me.
On the way back, [I walked all the way to parade] I met my cousin. With her boyfriend. And they were puzzled to find me there and rained storms of "What are you doing here and Why" on me. They even tried to threaten to expose me. Sorry. I am just so scandalous that I am not afraid of any threats.
Ok, I want my life to be colourful, but in different kind of colours. Not this depressive morosive stupid "adventures".
[Erhemm, actually I would like more drama. But NOT Blackhole's drama.]
"You go first"
"No, you go first"
"Why should I go first?"
"Why shouldn't you go first??"
"Just go and brush your teeth first!! Then you can continue sleeping after changing like you always do."
"But I only get up after 6.30 am."
"Just do it Debble. Don't be stubborn."
"No. You go first. I went first yesterday."
*Interruption*
"There are so many basins in the house. You don't have to go one after another."
This is what happens every morning while expert hands fly over the "boundary" of the bed and slap the other person just to force the other to get up first.
Gosh, I really hate waking up. It's difficult to wake up. Why can't that mad jam at Damansara have a solution? Why can't they expand the roads? Imagine, you have about 10 lanes for toll and immediately after the toll, all the cars squeeze into two lanes.
So we were early today. Or so we thought. It was as jammed as ever.
It's probably because everyone who goes on that same jam everyday have the same thought.
"I have to wake up earlier tomorrow to beat the jam. Even if it means stirring and grabbing those screaming kids earlier for school tomorrow."
So, the conclusion is, do not wake up so early. =D [Yes, you must be saying, please slap this blogger's face?? She's distorted.]
Anyway, I made a conclusion about the Honda City car while staring at the beautiful beamer 3 series.
The Honda City looks like a car who went for plastic surgery and never quite recovered from it. That is why everything looks so swollen.
Oh, and I thought the shape of its backside looks like the Vios's.
I loathe that car with a passion. It's so ciplak!!
At one point of my life, I was amused, bemused, amazed at why my mom suddenly allowed me to carry my own atm card.
Because it does not work on local atm machines. Yes, you only go back to HSBC or you can go to Standard Chartered, OCBC or UOB. Which is un-findable anyway. The local atms charge 10 bucks per transaction [BLOOD SUCKER!!!] and the local atm machines just REFUSE to accept my atm and withdraw my money.
What is the machine's problem larr?? How come my sis can withdraw?? Damn it!
My life is just absolutely so miserable. An atm card without real cash. And the mom won't give me my long overdue credit card. Thanks to the sis. Pooh!!
Sometimes, having a bad habit is good. For instance, stashing cash all over your handbag. I found extra cash just enough for me to pay for the program. Thank God. Or else Judah is gonna screw me; and Ikram is gonna burn me.
On the way back, [I walked all the way to parade] I met my cousin. With her boyfriend. And they were puzzled to find me there and rained storms of "What are you doing here and Why" on me. They even tried to threaten to expose me. Sorry. I am just so scandalous that I am not afraid of any threats.
Ok, I want my life to be colourful, but in different kind of colours. Not this depressive morosive stupid "adventures".
[Erhemm, actually I would like more drama. But NOT Blackhole's drama.]
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Season Greetings [heavily edited]
As seasons change; so do I.
Like the falling leaves of Autumn, the current me sheds off.
I need to get back to that driven person that I was. But the problem is, I was so driven, people felt intimidated.
Right now, I am just this little girl playing around in LaLaland.
I talk gibberish in class. Sometimes, I don't quite know what I'm saying. It's my talent to have words rattle off my tongue.
I am not proud to say that I did well in my Mock although I did do relatively well. It's unfair because I have background knowledge from A Levels; so no matter how much I crap I won't be that wrong.
The truth is, I didn't prepare as well as I usually do.
To tell you the truth, I was shocked at my Tort results. Didn't expect it at all since I merely touched the surface of things. Contract? Well, I seriously don't know what is wanted for the essay.
No more rants about the Mock.
I am raging a war. [yes, the word rage is used on purpose.]
And I am confident to win it.
'Tis the season of winter. Coldness, decisiveness, lack of lustre in life due to the fact that Law is sucking it all. A chance to rebirth with a changed attitude. A period of "hibernation" from the pleasures of life to spring up again with anticipation for twice the amount fun that I am having.
When spring comes, it had better be damn colourful. I am gonna play all that I want [until I drop dead, ok, not exactly dead] before Year 2 starts.
Oh, btw, spring is only coming after the finals.
My seasons do not change geographically but according to the tidal events of life.
p/s: I have to re-edit this post because my English was seriously horribly Chinkily BROKEN.
Oh, and btw, I am sorely mad with the blackhole for bitching to the cat. What right does she have?? You DO NOT generalise!!! That's the first rule in thinking skills!!! Oh, I forgot that she does not have any thinking skills.
She's probably trying very hard to dominate the world.
Note: the blackhole is not one of our classmates. The period of bitching about classmates has expired.
My brains are still not functioning properly. Damn you, Sleep, you had better come easily and in bulks. Tune out those bloody crickets/lizards.
Let me tell you why Law is a profession. Because for every case, you have to be a professional in a particular area out of the blue whether you like it or not.
I suddenly have a double influx of messages coming in from MSN ever since I changed my personal message to: "I'm not stuck-up. It's just that you're not talking to me first".
It was a statement. Not a petition for attention/atonement.
Like the falling leaves of Autumn, the current me sheds off.
I need to get back to that driven person that I was. But the problem is, I was so driven, people felt intimidated.
Right now, I am just this little girl playing around in LaLaland.
I talk gibberish in class. Sometimes, I don't quite know what I'm saying. It's my talent to have words rattle off my tongue.
I am not proud to say that I did well in my Mock although I did do relatively well. It's unfair because I have background knowledge from A Levels; so no matter how much I crap I won't be that wrong.
The truth is, I didn't prepare as well as I usually do.
To tell you the truth, I was shocked at my Tort results. Didn't expect it at all since I merely touched the surface of things. Contract? Well, I seriously don't know what is wanted for the essay.
No more rants about the Mock.
I am raging a war. [yes, the word rage is used on purpose.]
And I am confident to win it.
'Tis the season of winter. Coldness, decisiveness, lack of lustre in life due to the fact that Law is sucking it all. A chance to rebirth with a changed attitude. A period of "hibernation" from the pleasures of life to spring up again with anticipation for twice the amount fun that I am having.
When spring comes, it had better be damn colourful. I am gonna play all that I want [until I drop dead, ok, not exactly dead] before Year 2 starts.
Oh, btw, spring is only coming after the finals.
My seasons do not change geographically but according to the tidal events of life.
p/s: I have to re-edit this post because my English was seriously horribly Chinkily BROKEN.
Oh, and btw, I am sorely mad with the blackhole for bitching to the cat. What right does she have?? You DO NOT generalise!!! That's the first rule in thinking skills!!! Oh, I forgot that she does not have any thinking skills.
She's probably trying very hard to dominate the world.
Note: the blackhole is not one of our classmates. The period of bitching about classmates has expired.
My brains are still not functioning properly. Damn you, Sleep, you had better come easily and in bulks. Tune out those bloody crickets/lizards.
Let me tell you why Law is a profession. Because for every case, you have to be a professional in a particular area out of the blue whether you like it or not.
I suddenly have a double influx of messages coming in from MSN ever since I changed my personal message to: "I'm not stuck-up. It's just that you're not talking to me first".
It was a statement. Not a petition for attention/atonement.
Friday, January 23, 2009
The Reason Why
"Hello, missus. How are you today?"
"I'm good, thank you."
"Today is all about your daughter. Her grades are good."
*A polite smile was offered.*
"But there is one problem."
"Turn around. And look at her."
"She is the only girl in this class who just can't stop talking. And for a 7-year-old; she can talk a lot indeed."
"And as you can see for yourself, the class is quiet except for her."
Yes. This is the story of my life. That was what my Standard 1 Primary School teacher complained to my mom.
To my amazement, this is what my mom replied.
"Oh, because, you see, at home, she has no one to talk to. She's most of the time alone. This is why she talks a lot now. She's unleashing all the words built-up inside her."
Ok, thanks on one hand for trying to back me up, mom; but no thanks for the humiliation.
My mom just had to repeat this in my face again yesterday.
Because I couldn't stop talking in the car.
Question is, do I really talk that much??
I can't help it. My sister complains that I am crappy.
Anyway, yesterday was kinda awesome. Altered Frequency was gigging!!! Yay!!
Today, however, well, since it's the last weekday before the "reading week"; I pondered if I should actually wear something red.
And I thought; No, I would do the contrary.
So I'm in black.
But to my amazement, my sister wore..... RED.
LIKE A LANTERN. She reminds me of a lantern.
I can't wear hook earrings. =( Because that bloody lady didn't shoot straight. So the hook earrings look like rings which are ready for a lion to jump through and straight into the curtain of my hair.
p/s: My driving was awesome yesterday. But I was too fast. According to dad, faster than my sis. And my dad calls my sis the female version of David Coulthard coming out from a pit-stop.
"I'm good, thank you."
"Today is all about your daughter. Her grades are good."
*A polite smile was offered.*
"But there is one problem."
"Turn around. And look at her."
"She is the only girl in this class who just can't stop talking. And for a 7-year-old; she can talk a lot indeed."
"And as you can see for yourself, the class is quiet except for her."
Yes. This is the story of my life. That was what my Standard 1 Primary School teacher complained to my mom.
To my amazement, this is what my mom replied.
"Oh, because, you see, at home, she has no one to talk to. She's most of the time alone. This is why she talks a lot now. She's unleashing all the words built-up inside her."
Ok, thanks on one hand for trying to back me up, mom; but no thanks for the humiliation.
My mom just had to repeat this in my face again yesterday.
Because I couldn't stop talking in the car.
Question is, do I really talk that much??
I can't help it. My sister complains that I am crappy.
Anyway, yesterday was kinda awesome. Altered Frequency was gigging!!! Yay!!
Today, however, well, since it's the last weekday before the "reading week"; I pondered if I should actually wear something red.
And I thought; No, I would do the contrary.
So I'm in black.
But to my amazement, my sister wore..... RED.
LIKE A LANTERN. She reminds me of a lantern.
I can't wear hook earrings. =( Because that bloody lady didn't shoot straight. So the hook earrings look like rings which are ready for a lion to jump through and straight into the curtain of my hair.
p/s: My driving was awesome yesterday. But I was too fast. According to dad, faster than my sis. And my dad calls my sis the female version of David Coulthard coming out from a pit-stop.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Ligaments on vacation?
I fell down again. Yes. Again.
Another 2 golf balls for knees.
Fell in front of Salmon Steak. Thank God that it wasn’t peak time.
Did I mention that my left knee hurts a lil when I walk now?
Previously at the Duta court, well, I had an excuse. I was wearing heels.
But this time?? I’m in bloody flat sandals.
Thank God mom doesn’t know about it.
Because she would probably give up trying to prevent me from falling down again. She bought me all sorts of non-slip shoes. Hush Puppies. Timberland. Now Clarks.
Sorry, mom. I fell down in a Clarks sandal.
When I was little, it wasn’t so bad when I fell down. Because I was light. Not THIS fat.
Besides that, my bad habits are kicking in again.
Brains on vacation, body gets tired easily, immune system cracking.
I am beginning to be magnetised to the television. I am longing to watch awesome movies again.
Let’s not talk about that.
Let’s talk about my sister.
Yesterday, she told me.
“Debble, did you kill a mosquito again in your sleep? Gosh, with the amount of blood the mosquitoes are sucking from you, I wouldn’t be surprised if you turned into a vampire.”
“Wouldn’t it be cool? You’ll get free extensions for fangs and sky blue irises.”
She forgot to mention something.
I will always land on my feet. Yes. No more falling down.
But… unfortunately, vampires do not exist. Well, even if they do, I absolutely DO NOT intend to be one.
I need motivation. And I need to stop being dazed.
Let’s bitch a little now.
So, missy puritanical black star actually pitied us for all dressing up for nothing
I was absolutely surprised. There actually was some heart in that black hole.
Apart from that, when it comes to bashing people up, she’s still that same black star.
Gosh, I can’t stand all her ideas. She’s trying so hard to be like Denning but unfortunately, I think that her arguments are too emotional which amounts to be pure bollocks.
About the bloody cat now.
Well, his hair was not centre-parting yesterday.
The cat was so irritating I was actually wishing for a mute and a fast-forward button.
Can I have a flick knife to stab right through him and cut out his organs instead?
And he broke his promise. You see, this is why cats have nine lives. Because they know that they are doomed to be “killed” at certain points of their life.
I had better get off this post before I get anymore rageful.
Another 2 golf balls for knees.
Fell in front of Salmon Steak. Thank God that it wasn’t peak time.
Did I mention that my left knee hurts a lil when I walk now?
Previously at the Duta court, well, I had an excuse. I was wearing heels.
But this time?? I’m in bloody flat sandals.
Thank God mom doesn’t know about it.
Because she would probably give up trying to prevent me from falling down again. She bought me all sorts of non-slip shoes. Hush Puppies. Timberland. Now Clarks.
Sorry, mom. I fell down in a Clarks sandal.
When I was little, it wasn’t so bad when I fell down. Because I was light. Not THIS fat.
Besides that, my bad habits are kicking in again.
Brains on vacation, body gets tired easily, immune system cracking.
I am beginning to be magnetised to the television. I am longing to watch awesome movies again.
Let’s not talk about that.
Let’s talk about my sister.
Yesterday, she told me.
“Debble, did you kill a mosquito again in your sleep? Gosh, with the amount of blood the mosquitoes are sucking from you, I wouldn’t be surprised if you turned into a vampire.”
“Wouldn’t it be cool? You’ll get free extensions for fangs and sky blue irises.”
She forgot to mention something.
I will always land on my feet. Yes. No more falling down.
But… unfortunately, vampires do not exist. Well, even if they do, I absolutely DO NOT intend to be one.
I need motivation. And I need to stop being dazed.
Let’s bitch a little now.
So, missy puritanical black star actually pitied us for all dressing up for nothing
I was absolutely surprised. There actually was some heart in that black hole.
Apart from that, when it comes to bashing people up, she’s still that same black star.
Gosh, I can’t stand all her ideas. She’s trying so hard to be like Denning but unfortunately, I think that her arguments are too emotional which amounts to be pure bollocks.
About the bloody cat now.
Well, his hair was not centre-parting yesterday.
The cat was so irritating I was actually wishing for a mute and a fast-forward button.
Can I have a flick knife to stab right through him and cut out his organs instead?
And he broke his promise. You see, this is why cats have nine lives. Because they know that they are doomed to be “killed” at certain points of their life.
I had better get off this post before I get anymore rageful.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Late All Day
Yup. I was late all day.
Almost late for legal skills class.
Late in meeting up with Christine.
Late for Tort class but thank God the class has not started.
Late for the Criminal Talk. Erm, at least the introductory speech.
If you were to ask me, I think that guy was just going around and trying so hard to justify why he acquitted that maid. I thought it was pretty obvious that she killed the employer.
Let me reenact the scene for you.
The maid wanted to come to Malaysia to have fun according to what her friends tell her back at home. Only to find an employer from hell who is frustrated from being fired as a Personnel Manager. Since she does not know how to do any housework and the fact that she is here to have fun, she probably was very reluctant to do the work and it does not help with a screaming employer.
And so, one day, she wanted to revenge on the employer. It was the last straw.
Judging from the pictures of the crime scene, I gathered that the employer did got out a big knife. Yes she did and the maid grabbed hold of the knife with her hand and that explains the only deep injury of hers on her palm. I do not think there was a "knife-fight".
And the next thing is, due to provocation of "Mak engkau mati" (which is partly why the employer has to die - she is too mean to say that) the maid went insane (due to automatism; defect of reason from those harsh words) and started stabbing the employer's head with the pestle. The employer probably tried to runaway which explains the disgusting gash on her right knee. Her neck? Well, probably a violent attempt of stabbing at the throat which was ducked.
And hence, I will say that the maid should be charged for Voluntary Manslaughter instead of being hanged to death. Why didn't the courts accept that she was provoked?
But there is also the doubt that there may be pre-meditated murder. She wanted to run away all along. But what if she did wanna run away by first killing her employer?
I thought dragging the employer to the toilet was one extremely evil act.
Anyway, this is just the "Hollywood-ised" enactment of the story according to me.
I thought that dude's justification was baseless. And I absolutely think that his argument is flawed about the part of his conscience of being a criminal lawyer.
Back to the maid's story. I don't think she deserved to die. Because, there are some employers who have been birthed from the very fire of hell itself.
Anyway, to the dear Christine.
It was absolutely great seeing you again. Although it was hurried and a lil rushed and I almost burnt my tongue trying to eat that stupid wantan; it was worth it.
p/s: What on earth is wrong with Maxis's line? I keep getting no signal. It's irritating. Because all of my messages were sent late and I don't like it to be late. It is absolutely crucial that I get my messages across immediately.
Let's take our attention away from boring stuff.
I borrowed storybooks from the library today. Couldn't take it anymore.
Only to realise later that I have two assignments to hand in the following Friday. Wow. And tutorials to prepare for.
And did I tell you that my dad asked me if he can read my blog??
GOSH NO!!!!! THERE'S TOO MANY CRAZY STUFF HERE FOR A PARENT TO READ!!! (Especially the shisha part)
I wonder if the sister told him about my walking home diary. Sheesh.
Anyway, I'm gonna scoot now.
Wanna read those 5 story books which were haunting me while I was preparing for the mocks!!!
Almost late for legal skills class.
Late in meeting up with Christine.
Late for Tort class but thank God the class has not started.
Late for the Criminal Talk. Erm, at least the introductory speech.
If you were to ask me, I think that guy was just going around and trying so hard to justify why he acquitted that maid. I thought it was pretty obvious that she killed the employer.
Let me reenact the scene for you.
The maid wanted to come to Malaysia to have fun according to what her friends tell her back at home. Only to find an employer from hell who is frustrated from being fired as a Personnel Manager. Since she does not know how to do any housework and the fact that she is here to have fun, she probably was very reluctant to do the work and it does not help with a screaming employer.
And so, one day, she wanted to revenge on the employer. It was the last straw.
Judging from the pictures of the crime scene, I gathered that the employer did got out a big knife. Yes she did and the maid grabbed hold of the knife with her hand and that explains the only deep injury of hers on her palm. I do not think there was a "knife-fight".
And the next thing is, due to provocation of "Mak engkau mati" (which is partly why the employer has to die - she is too mean to say that) the maid went insane (due to automatism; defect of reason from those harsh words) and started stabbing the employer's head with the pestle. The employer probably tried to runaway which explains the disgusting gash on her right knee. Her neck? Well, probably a violent attempt of stabbing at the throat which was ducked.
And hence, I will say that the maid should be charged for Voluntary Manslaughter instead of being hanged to death. Why didn't the courts accept that she was provoked?
But there is also the doubt that there may be pre-meditated murder. She wanted to run away all along. But what if she did wanna run away by first killing her employer?
I thought dragging the employer to the toilet was one extremely evil act.
Anyway, this is just the "Hollywood-ised" enactment of the story according to me.
I thought that dude's justification was baseless. And I absolutely think that his argument is flawed about the part of his conscience of being a criminal lawyer.
Back to the maid's story. I don't think she deserved to die. Because, there are some employers who have been birthed from the very fire of hell itself.
Anyway, to the dear Christine.
It was absolutely great seeing you again. Although it was hurried and a lil rushed and I almost burnt my tongue trying to eat that stupid wantan; it was worth it.
p/s: What on earth is wrong with Maxis's line? I keep getting no signal. It's irritating. Because all of my messages were sent late and I don't like it to be late. It is absolutely crucial that I get my messages across immediately.
Let's take our attention away from boring stuff.
I borrowed storybooks from the library today. Couldn't take it anymore.
Only to realise later that I have two assignments to hand in the following Friday. Wow. And tutorials to prepare for.
And did I tell you that my dad asked me if he can read my blog??
GOSH NO!!!!! THERE'S TOO MANY CRAZY STUFF HERE FOR A PARENT TO READ!!! (Especially the shisha part)
I wonder if the sister told him about my walking home diary. Sheesh.
Anyway, I'm gonna scoot now.
Wanna read those 5 story books which were haunting me while I was preparing for the mocks!!!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
I Walked Home
Well, people usually write about their lovely stories with the inspiration from Mandy Moore's "Walk Me Home" song but unfortunately, mine is I walked Home.
Sounds a bit ciplak (unoriginal) but yeah.
Because, really, I DID walk home.
That's the introduction.
Anyway, it's the sister's birthday today. Since she reads this blog, I am obliged to say:
That's the little thrill for the sister.
Back to my story.
I ran the last 5 minutes just to catch the train. Only to find that I can't get my mom on the phone at all.
So, I figured that she is in the bank. I called the bank.
Yes, she was there. But the damn consultant doesn't wanna pass me to her.
She gave me the direct line to my mom's consultant.
But no, it wasn't ringing.
It just keeps showing for the life of me, "Network failed."
Bloody hell.
So, I had this brilliant idea. Why don't I go to the Klang station instead of the usual Padang Jawa station, and take a bus to the bank and surprise my mom??
[to the sister, YOU ARE NOT TELLING MOM THIS!! SHE THINKS THAT A FRIEND CHAUFFEURED ME HOME]
So I went to the bus station. Only to find a most havoc place worst than (insert a place) with people shouting on the loud speaker which bus has arrived and so on. It was like some mini pasar malam (night market) with fruit and vegetables sellers shouting for business.
I waited for the never coming bus for Bukit Raja. Finally, I decided to hop on the bus to Padang Jawa and wait obediently at the ktm station to wait for my mom to get me as if I just arrived by train.
To my amazement, the bus stops just right outside the adjacent housing area.
And so, I walked. Yup. Walked. 20 minutes before this to the train station, another 15 to the bus station. And now, 25 minutes to reach home.
Only to find that the mommy wasn't home. So, I squatted like some druggy under the tree for shade.
Then, I heard a lil beep. It was my mom's very cute car honk. Her eyes were bewildered to see me.
And then I started telling a very beautiful story of how such a great friend drop me home because she was on the way to pick her brother up from a nearby school.
I got away. Tee hee.
Just needed a lil bit of exploring rather than being cooped by the same old boring routine of waiting and fuming at the train station for my mom to pick up the phone and pick me up.
You know what? The new year is not settling/growing on me. It just doesn't feel like a new year. Sort of a drag on from last year.
Oh well.
Anyway,
Another shout out.
Sounds a bit ciplak (unoriginal) but yeah.
Because, really, I DID walk home.
That's the introduction.
Anyway, it's the sister's birthday today. Since she reads this blog, I am obliged to say:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
That's the little thrill for the sister.
Back to my story.
I ran the last 5 minutes just to catch the train. Only to find that I can't get my mom on the phone at all.
So, I figured that she is in the bank. I called the bank.
Yes, she was there. But the damn consultant doesn't wanna pass me to her.
She gave me the direct line to my mom's consultant.
But no, it wasn't ringing.
It just keeps showing for the life of me, "Network failed."
Bloody hell.
So, I had this brilliant idea. Why don't I go to the Klang station instead of the usual Padang Jawa station, and take a bus to the bank and surprise my mom??
[to the sister, YOU ARE NOT TELLING MOM THIS!! SHE THINKS THAT A FRIEND CHAUFFEURED ME HOME]
So I went to the bus station. Only to find a most havoc place worst than (insert a place) with people shouting on the loud speaker which bus has arrived and so on. It was like some mini pasar malam (night market) with fruit and vegetables sellers shouting for business.
I waited for the never coming bus for Bukit Raja. Finally, I decided to hop on the bus to Padang Jawa and wait obediently at the ktm station to wait for my mom to get me as if I just arrived by train.
To my amazement, the bus stops just right outside the adjacent housing area.
And so, I walked. Yup. Walked. 20 minutes before this to the train station, another 15 to the bus station. And now, 25 minutes to reach home.
Only to find that the mommy wasn't home. So, I squatted like some druggy under the tree for shade.
Then, I heard a lil beep. It was my mom's very cute car honk. Her eyes were bewildered to see me.
And then I started telling a very beautiful story of how such a great friend drop me home because she was on the way to pick her brother up from a nearby school.
I got away. Tee hee.
Just needed a lil bit of exploring rather than being cooped by the same old boring routine of waiting and fuming at the train station for my mom to pick up the phone and pick me up.
You know what? The new year is not settling/growing on me. It just doesn't feel like a new year. Sort of a drag on from last year.
Oh well.
Anyway,
Another shout out.
THANK YOU IKRAM AND ELISA!!!
For that spanking-awesome cocktail book that you got me for Christmas!!!
When we go to Reading, I promise you, I'll make a "virgin cocktail" for you both to drink; which has the same taste with the original cocktails, minus the alcohol.
At the mo, it's a lil hard to get certain stuff. Like pina colada juice (pineapple and coconut juice) and real cranberry juice.
p/s: I like the new Tort lecturer. He is crappy in the intellectual way. (I know that doesn't make sense) Oh, and I'm using this blog to "practise my writing skills". =D
Monday, January 5, 2009
It's A New Year!!!
First and foremost,
Funny, this year is definitely one year which I am so not looking forward to.
Because I will be turning 2 decades old.
I sound so old.
Anyway, today started off pretty weirdly.
Well, I randomly walked up to my sis at 6.40 am and asked her if she wanted Cintan Curry Mee (Instant Noodles) for breakfast instead of her usual disgusting cereal drink. It was the most glorious breakfast. And a first. The dad was worried that we would be late. Oh, and the sister complained about why I write so little about her in my blog. Hmm. She woke up pretty weird too.
I woke up at 3.15 am to study for the mock exams. Well, was supposed to get up at 1.30 am but continued sleeping for fear of a "hangover" due to acute lack of sleep. And I had to drag myself up just to study.
And there was this HUGE fat-ass mosquito sitting on my sister's bed. I had such an evil glee to kill it. Hence, the unforgiving palm struck the bed hard. Only to miss it. Wow, Debble, you're really great. You can't even hit a bloody mosquito!!! To my surprise, the mosquito didn't fly!!! It just merely jumped. And I hit and hit and hit (and miss and miss and miss) but the mosquito just kept jumping. Finally, when it landed on my sister's ankle, I gave it a hard WHACK!! only to have my sis wake up and scream "What the hell are you doing?" at me. Oh well. Gosh, it was such a satisfying kill!!! And along with it splashed at least 2 ml of blood on the blanket and my finger. No wonder the mosquito couldn't fly. It was too greedy to suck so much of my blood (which I found out later because I had 3 bites on my left arm) that it was too fat/heavy to fly. Now, back to my express revision. This is just a side-kick story to break mundanity.
Gosh, sometimes I really hate studying.
Well, for a start, my Criminal Law was only half-baked. Really. Because I have been reading Criminal Law and writing notes in various very creative places. Like One Utama Shopping Mall and The Curve. Yes. Mom went shopping while I sat on those plushy chairs provided by the mall to study. (No, it's actually for those whose feet are threatening to split) But who cares? I do what I want.
The worst part is I didn't cover 2 of the most important topics: Homicide and Non-Fatal Offences.
And I haven't studied Contract. Well, just glanced through the notes that I made from 9am - 4 pm (for 3 days in a row) last year for A Levels.
And... and... I haven't studied Tort.
Gosh, it was hell of a 3 am.
I decided to read Markesinis and Deakin's Law on Tort. I think these people are so emotionally charged for the topic of psychiatric injury. Seriously, they can't stop bickering about how the courts should have approached the claim for damages and how advanced is medical evidence these days that the Lords need not worry about "frivolous" claims because they can now find out the cause for the psychiatric injury, hence no one can fake it. I was half laughing when I read the book. I wonder if that is the reason why they are academicians; the fact that they are tired of the judges.
And damn it, I was blamed the entire day by the entire class for being a bitch to drop the bomb the day before that we have classes today itself despite of the mock exam. Only to find out that there was, in fact, no classes.
We were the only pathetic idiots studying at Asia Cafe after that. It's the first day of college and we are nerding away with a table strewn with books and papers all over. And that Jesse McCartney's damn song just has to sing "Don't stress, don't stress, don't stress". Leave me to my pathetic life okay?? I need the stress to get me studying or I'll still be on cloud 9. (Or probably Club 9 playing pool). Hah, it's been quite a long time since I last played pool.
The exam? Pooh. I hated it. When the questions were given, I was on the verge of crying. The questions were INSANE!!! Criminal was okay, but there was so much to talk about!! And I couldn't get the brains working to get me points out on rough paper. So I fidgetted and jumped from question to question. Changed answer sheet papers and re-wrote my introduction. And wasted 30 minutes.
I absolutely had no clue about what the Contract question wanted. Although we can carry that fat McKendrick Contract Law book which weighs a tonne in, it was of no use at all. If you don't understand the question, you don't even have anything to flip the pages to. Hence, the book is just a pretty 'little' ornament adorning your table. To show that you are busy and all university-like. Yeah right.
I started Tort question on why psychiatric injury was a problem in law only to realise that I don't even understand what I'm arguing about. So I changed answer sheet.
Then I jumped to Criminal Law. Gosh, writing the introduction was hell. How do I even begin to introduce that fella's liability which consisted of both homicide and non-fatal offences? If I were to lay out the general principle for both offences I'll take up a whole page and write a whole load of grandmother stories and waste time, ink and paper.
In the end, I wrote so much of grandmother story that I ended up with 4 full pages. And 1 hour for the other 2 questions.
In a rush, well, thank God, my thoughts seemed to allign for Tort. So I wrote about 3 pages of grandmother stories, adorning Markesinis and Deakin's very emotional arguments just for the sake of scribbling something on the paper within 30 minutes. (and hypocritically agreed with them since I didn't have a very strong argument in regards to the Lords).
Oh, and underlining, I realised, is so damn helpful. I suddenly understood the Contract question by the grace of God. Yup. And I started flipping the McKendrick book to get some cases (because I remembered none). Heh. And I finished it on time!!!
Anyway, that was what happened during the Mock.
I am crossing every limb that I will be passing Contract and Tort and hope that I did not write out of topic for Criminal.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMMIE!!!
I'm sorry I'm such a lousy friend to not be able to text you personally but leave it on the blog. May the decade ahead of you be filled with love and blessings!!!
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Funny, this year is definitely one year which I am so not looking forward to.
Because I will be turning 2 decades old.
I sound so old.
Anyway, today started off pretty weirdly.
Well, I randomly walked up to my sis at 6.40 am and asked her if she wanted Cintan Curry Mee (Instant Noodles) for breakfast instead of her usual disgusting cereal drink. It was the most glorious breakfast. And a first. The dad was worried that we would be late. Oh, and the sister complained about why I write so little about her in my blog. Hmm. She woke up pretty weird too.
I woke up at 3.15 am to study for the mock exams. Well, was supposed to get up at 1.30 am but continued sleeping for fear of a "hangover" due to acute lack of sleep. And I had to drag myself up just to study.
And there was this HUGE fat-ass mosquito sitting on my sister's bed. I had such an evil glee to kill it. Hence, the unforgiving palm struck the bed hard. Only to miss it. Wow, Debble, you're really great. You can't even hit a bloody mosquito!!! To my surprise, the mosquito didn't fly!!! It just merely jumped. And I hit and hit and hit (and miss and miss and miss) but the mosquito just kept jumping. Finally, when it landed on my sister's ankle, I gave it a hard WHACK!! only to have my sis wake up and scream "What the hell are you doing?" at me. Oh well. Gosh, it was such a satisfying kill!!! And along with it splashed at least 2 ml of blood on the blanket and my finger. No wonder the mosquito couldn't fly. It was too greedy to suck so much of my blood (which I found out later because I had 3 bites on my left arm) that it was too fat/heavy to fly. Now, back to my express revision. This is just a side-kick story to break mundanity.
Gosh, sometimes I really hate studying.
Well, for a start, my Criminal Law was only half-baked. Really. Because I have been reading Criminal Law and writing notes in various very creative places. Like One Utama Shopping Mall and The Curve. Yes. Mom went shopping while I sat on those plushy chairs provided by the mall to study. (No, it's actually for those whose feet are threatening to split) But who cares? I do what I want.
The worst part is I didn't cover 2 of the most important topics: Homicide and Non-Fatal Offences.
And I haven't studied Contract. Well, just glanced through the notes that I made from 9am - 4 pm (for 3 days in a row) last year for A Levels.
And... and... I haven't studied Tort.
Gosh, it was hell of a 3 am.
I decided to read Markesinis and Deakin's Law on Tort. I think these people are so emotionally charged for the topic of psychiatric injury. Seriously, they can't stop bickering about how the courts should have approached the claim for damages and how advanced is medical evidence these days that the Lords need not worry about "frivolous" claims because they can now find out the cause for the psychiatric injury, hence no one can fake it. I was half laughing when I read the book. I wonder if that is the reason why they are academicians; the fact that they are tired of the judges.
And damn it, I was blamed the entire day by the entire class for being a bitch to drop the bomb the day before that we have classes today itself despite of the mock exam. Only to find out that there was, in fact, no classes.
We were the only pathetic idiots studying at Asia Cafe after that. It's the first day of college and we are nerding away with a table strewn with books and papers all over. And that Jesse McCartney's damn song just has to sing "Don't stress, don't stress, don't stress". Leave me to my pathetic life okay?? I need the stress to get me studying or I'll still be on cloud 9. (Or probably Club 9 playing pool). Hah, it's been quite a long time since I last played pool.
The exam? Pooh. I hated it. When the questions were given, I was on the verge of crying. The questions were INSANE!!! Criminal was okay, but there was so much to talk about!! And I couldn't get the brains working to get me points out on rough paper. So I fidgetted and jumped from question to question. Changed answer sheet papers and re-wrote my introduction. And wasted 30 minutes.
I absolutely had no clue about what the Contract question wanted. Although we can carry that fat McKendrick Contract Law book which weighs a tonne in, it was of no use at all. If you don't understand the question, you don't even have anything to flip the pages to. Hence, the book is just a pretty 'little' ornament adorning your table. To show that you are busy and all university-like. Yeah right.
I started Tort question on why psychiatric injury was a problem in law only to realise that I don't even understand what I'm arguing about. So I changed answer sheet.
Then I jumped to Criminal Law. Gosh, writing the introduction was hell. How do I even begin to introduce that fella's liability which consisted of both homicide and non-fatal offences? If I were to lay out the general principle for both offences I'll take up a whole page and write a whole load of grandmother stories and waste time, ink and paper.
In the end, I wrote so much of grandmother story that I ended up with 4 full pages. And 1 hour for the other 2 questions.
In a rush, well, thank God, my thoughts seemed to allign for Tort. So I wrote about 3 pages of grandmother stories, adorning Markesinis and Deakin's very emotional arguments just for the sake of scribbling something on the paper within 30 minutes. (and hypocritically agreed with them since I didn't have a very strong argument in regards to the Lords).
Oh, and underlining, I realised, is so damn helpful. I suddenly understood the Contract question by the grace of God. Yup. And I started flipping the McKendrick book to get some cases (because I remembered none). Heh. And I finished it on time!!!
Anyway, that was what happened during the Mock.
I am crossing every limb that I will be passing Contract and Tort and hope that I did not write out of topic for Criminal.
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