Denise is Menacing The Block Again!

The Attachment that Attached Me Back to the Earth

2010-08-29T05:29:00.001+08:00

It's been a very long time since I last blogged. Well, let's just say that I had so much going on that I did not know how to interpret them into words. Whatever which would have been written would have been an understatement. But the bottom line is I have definitely learnt much.

I learnt how to pick myself up again when I completely lost my confidence. Land completely crushed me to the extent that when I went for my obligatory attachment I just did not know how to talk to people anymore. In fact, those chambering students there thought that I was terribly shy. Well, they think so? I suppose a lot of you will be laughing your heads off by now.

But it is true. I finally know how it feels like to be treated second class in the sphere where one used to think they dominate. I understood how people can really work together to make life easier and more lively. It is not about the place, it is about the people that you are with. I knew the importance of keeping one's mouth sealed and one's identity entirely concealed. I loved the adrenaline rush when I was working.

I met lots of great friends while on the attachment. It was nice that for the first time, people took me for what they only see and not judge based on background or what other people has said about me. It is just me, them, and whatever rubbish that was said between us. It was fun pulling each other's hair and legs. I absolutely loved lunch hour breaks and those walks and the jokes that we crack about our work.

And now it is the whirlwind [midsummer] madness of shopping and packing for the UK. I have much to do and will update again if I ever find the right words and expressions to flow from me. Well, I'll have to say that my posts may not be as crazy as it used to be anymore.

Till the next time I do post, I do hope that you are all well.

Bitch Stares

2010-03-03T16:32:00.000+08:00

It's amazing how people have different expressions of bitch stares.

I got one today, and it was because I was chatting with her boyfriend.

Come on, it's not like I'm gonna steal him, you need not be so insecure.

Which brings to my realisation that bitch stares are only for insecure people.

Come to think of it, I gave a group of people who stole my table at Sister's Popiah a bloody good bitch stare. Mine eyes bored into their souls and from their facial expressions, I knew that I inflicted sufficient intimidation and condescentment into them.

Good for them. Stupid bitches who do not have integrity to realise that someone has taken the table already.

I seriously hate bitches.

Unfortunately, I think I behave like one too.

Thank God, I still have my parents.

2010-02-28T23:12:00.001+08:00

I almost lost both of my parents on Tuesday. My mom had a court hearing and after that they were on the way to pick me up from Uni. A car behind of them was honking because he wanted my dad to go faster. My dad didn't, [thank God] but instead he tried to find a way to switch to the left lane.

Then, all of a sudden, a car from the other side of the road crashed through the divider [about 10 inches high with shrubs], flew in front of my dad, that flying car scratched the side of his car on the side of the road. Thank God the car on the left managed to break in time, and my dad jammed his breaks, but it was not enough to stop the car. My dad's car skidded instead but he just missed the flying car. When the car flew, it brought along leaves and dust from the divider.

If my dad had speeded up when the car honked him, he would not have been able to avoid that car and it would have went straight towards him. The impact would have killed my dad and my mom. Mom was about to drink water just before the car flew past and when my dad jammed his breaks, 3/4 of the water spilled. And, if the car on the left did not stop in time, he would have crashed on that flying car and that flying car would have overturned. It would have been like a scene from Transformers.

It was really God's intervention because in the afternoon when we were driving out of the house, a bus at a t-junction turned into my dad's lane and the bus just missed us. That compelled my mom to ask me to pray for protection.

Besides that, we have been having a lot of mere misses. Instead of my usual crazy driving, for some reason, these days I tend to be slower in reaction. That saved me from a lot of accidents and my senses are getting more sensitive as well. I can almost predict what the other cars/motorbikes are about to do on the road and I always avoid them in time. There was another time when my dad was driving, the car in front suddenly jammed his brakes and my dad missed him by mere inches after braking very hard [and skidded slightly] and he turned the steering quite acutely [until he had a sharp pain on his shoulder].

This reminds me of the time when I was crossing the road in front of the Spoiled Brats School at SS15 when a bus was charging at me at top speed. I managed to jump the last 3 feet of the road into safety.

I have been just plainly grateful lately. Going through the stress of studying Law, running round doing errands , cracking my head and rushing for assignments, reading crazy loads of stuff while preparing for tutorials, and reading textbooks and typing notes. By the grace of God I pulled through everything unscathed.

For the first time, really, thank you, God.

Space-Out!!

2009-09-24T21:59:00.002+08:00

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.

Beef Ball Noodles

2009-08-12T21:51:00.000+08:00

"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.

I've Got A Sledgehammer and I Smashed That Boulder

2009-07-09T23:47:00.004+08:00

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

BimBo 'N' LaLa

2009-06-14T22:19:00.003+08:00

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.

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.

I Will Wear My School Uniform Again...

2009-06-04T00:15:00.003+08:00

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.

The Unstoppable Roller Coaster

2009-06-03T11:13:00.000+08:00

"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.

Life At This Point

2009-05-28T21:50:00.000+08:00

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!!!!

Wisdom Comes With Pain

2009-04-29T23:05:00.001+08:00

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.

Dogs

2009-04-29T22:45:00.001+08:00

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.

Natural Talent to Annoy

2009-04-21T18:28:00.002+08:00

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.

Speaking About Walls

2009-04-19T18:05:00.000+08:00

Writing Credit has officially driven me up and over the wall.

It needs no further explanation.

Just 4 words.

Tort, Rylands v Fletcher.

Betrayed.

2009-04-16T23:26:00.001+08:00

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!

Once Again

2009-04-11T15:06:00.000+08:00

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.

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.

Wow. I have just gotten myself a lot of work. Again.

So, for the time being until I finish all these tasks, you can stare at this space.

Cheers. And wish me luck.

Fashion Wars

2009-04-06T15:56:00.001+08:00

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.

Down

2009-03-31T00:59:00.001+08:00

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?

Burst of Duets

2009-03-27T19:27:00.000+09:00

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"?

Marathon Nap

2009-03-24T02:15:00.002+09:00

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's The Last Day!!!

2009-03-20T19:05:00.000+09:00

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.

I Got Caught

2009-03-16T13:01:00.001+09:00

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.

Saluté Hamlet

2009-02-26T00:31:00.000+09:00

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?

Weirdalogy

2009-02-21T22:02:00.002+09:00

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.

A Tale of Unrepentant-ness

2009-02-16T18:30:00.005+09:00

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.

Mixtures aren't Always Bad

2009-02-11T14:37:00.012+09:00

Yesterday, while a dear friend was driving me home at about 8 pm, we came to one conclusion.

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.

Lost in Translation

2009-02-09T15:12:00.003+09:00

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.

Disputes, Delusions, Desperation.

2009-02-05T18:58:00.003+09:00

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.]

Season Greetings [heavily edited]

2009-02-04T13:44:00.002+09:00

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.

The Reason Why

2009-01-23T09:19:00.003+09:00

"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.

Ligaments on vacation?

2009-01-13T19:34:00.001+09:00

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.

Late All Day

2009-01-09T22:25:00.004+09:00

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!!!

I Walked Home

2009-01-06T20:04:00.003+09:00

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:

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

It's A New Year!!!

2009-01-05T19:04:00.003+09:00

First and foremost,

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!!!

*****

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.

Still A Nun?

2008-12-17T19:14:00.002+09:00

So, am I still considered a nun?

On the Tuesday before the semester ended, a few of us decided to go to Pyramid after the court visits. (Where I fell down and had a golf ball for a right knee. Why am I so blind?? Can't even see an uneven floor? Or rather, why must I walk near the cannister?)

So we had sushi. Yes, I am officially a sushi addict.

Actually, I only followed them to get a drink.

So after lunch, which I eventually ate although at first I didn't plan to eat (the sashimis and inaris were screaming at me to eat them) we decided to go to Rainforest.

And drink.

Had about 4 pints of beer and a cocktail called "Sex in the Rainforest". It's a mixture of malibu and vodka and cointreau and orange and pineapple juice. (just ignore the name of the cocktail.

The verdict?

Never take a cocktail mixed with juices. The alcohol is so diluted!!!

So I ended up pouring whatever remainder of beer that I had into the cocktail.

It was just so schmacking awesome!!

I was happy on cloud 9. Could still manage to walk straight to the loo although a lil like a fairy walking on the cloud.

I still make the best cocktails. It's not too hard, not too light and it's not bitter. It's sweet actually. Coupled with alcohol. And you're in heaven.

And after the drinks, I did the most drastic thing. Yes, Debble doesn't smoke.

Debble did a leapfrog.

Straight into the hands of shesha. (however you spell it) It's just a fruity smoke with a lot of carbon monoxide. Nothing harmful.

But people will have to learn how to smoke first before shesha-ing. Apparently, it's harder.

Nope, I did it quite well. Except for the fact that the bloody shesha thingy was spoilt so the shesha experience wasn't exactly a full one.

It was still good. It sends you to a higher tier of the clouds from all the carbon monoxide swimming in your head. After a while, it fizzles off and you're downright damn sober.

This girl, who is as skinny as Xiao, took asahi at Sakae Sushi, drank 3 pints of beer and a Devil's blood cocktail. Which is practically brandy and coke. Quite a lame cocktail I will say, but it kicks your brains.

She, was downright drunk. But she kept denying it. She said: "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk. Are you afraid of me? Don't be afraid of me!" Well, her boyfriend said she clawed him once because he refused to let her pay him back for a trivial sum.

But I found out that you DO NOT do drink, smoke and do shesha. Because one of us did that (not the "are you afraid of me" girl), she's thalaesaemic and she blacked out. She practically just slumped into a pile of body because she couldn't feel her limbs.

And I was there to catch her. But I lost my balance and stepped a lil of the skin of her knees. Ooops, sorry. Luckily a guy came and carried her. Yes. To a chair.

And we massaged her legs and neck because she almost puked. (The girls did the massaging. Don't think too far!!) Massaging, btw, if you're wondering why we did it, helps her blood to circulate.

And that's the drama for the day. We all went home happily. Yes, it's a happy ending for a scandalous day out. Drinking during the day especially.

I was rather afraid that my dad will smell the shesha smoke. But I'm glad he didn't suspect anything. Heheh. Sister, who can smell weed out anywhere didn't either. Double cheers!!!

But the next day, I wouldn't say that I was drunk, just a lil tipsy, I was slurring. And exceptionally cranky.

Weird huh. Slurring only the next day. Was it even a hangover? I blame it on not having my usual round of coffee for the morning.

Anyway, I told my sis about this eventful day on Sunday and she was totally cool with it. In fact, she's sponsoring me!!! She was a lil jealous though that I've done shesha and she hasn't. We're equal now. She's done clubbing and I haven't!!

Not that I'm trying to be a coolio by doing all this. But I think it's pretty harmless to try things out and know why people actually do it. Well, I do now. But I do know my limits. (Unlike claw girl who asked us to go drinking again after shesha. I declined and forced her not to. Because she was already saying weird stuff and everytime she says something weird I will have to do more shesha rounds to knock her weird words off me brains.)

And how am I now currently? A week after that eventful and scandalous day??

SICK. Down with fever and this is the 4th day. The throat STINGS LIKE A BEE and my nose won't stop leaking.

And I have a whole pile of clearing to do for catching up.

Sigh. The price of fun.

So am I still a nun? Or does the "nun" category only falls on dressing?? [Crosses fingers, arms, legs, whatever that Ms Anne won't read this post]

Relationship In The Same Building

2008-12-01T19:17:00.005+09:00

Should one actually be involved in a relationship when they are in the same building? Or at a place where one will meet the other person every single day?

I am thinking twice about it now.

I will avoid having a relationship in the same building as far as I can prevent it.

Because seriously, if the guy in the end happens to be an overly-possessive freak whom you finally find that you're incomptible with; and you are both in the same building, life is a living hell.

Life is a living hell when someone you dread seeing stalks you every single day.

Now I know why people lock their facebook profiles at times.

Being stalked is utterly unpleasant.

Does anyone know how to break up with this kind of overly-possessive freak without actually provoking him into violence and still maintain a casual friendship with him?

(Sister is breaking up with Bart Simpson. Amen to that. - but she does not know how to do it. So she is freaking out and running away from her company by going to court. Just keep this information within this blog.)

Or is it entirely impossible?

I have this issue of being overly friendly (and it flows naturally) which sends out all the wrong signals and messages.

(I kinda hate the proper pronunciation of the word 'issue'. It's like saying 'is-you')

But I'm glad that I am now able to completely let the past bury itself, and I am moving forward; a brighter and more optimistic person.

Hopefully this new attitude will somehow influence my bloody posture.

(Because if one does BVC, they will reprimand you for bad posture)

I'm still loving Law School no matter how stressful it is.

I somehow find it fun. Especially when you can argue with people and still be mighty strong friends after that. It really throws all kinds of views on the law. (Even contorted ones, most definitely)

I'm glad that the worst is over. Contract was handed in on Friday and I just handed in Tort today.

That leaves me with the effing Criminal Law tutorials to prepare for. And the non-assessed assignment for Criminal.

As much as I am more optimistic, I have become more loud and outspoken too!! And I cuss a lot. (It's probably due to the influence from Amy Winehouse - Dear Amy, please don't die so early. Take care of your bloody lungs and liver so that you can write more awesome songs!!)

I love uni. People talk about alcohol like it's water unlike some who will instantly go all puritanical about it. It is OK to drink as long as you are NOT drunk. Just some social drinking won't kill!! (Please do not get me wrong, I totally respect people who refrain for religious reasons) And No, I am not trying to be cool. How can anyone deny the joy of drinking?? (Especially when you make your own cocktails. Yours truly does.)

We'll probably go drinking on the last day of the semester. Just to let loose.

People think that lawyers are tight-assed nerds? You are WRONG!!!!! We are actually the most driven and crazy people around. We have our fair share of nerding and partying. Who says that lawyers are boring? We party with class!! (But it doesn't mean that others don't.)

If you are wondering why this blog post is so emotionally charged, I'll tell you why.

BECAUSE I GOT HIGH.

BECAUSE I GOT HIGH~~~........

I get high on practically anything. (Please bear in mind that I don't do weed)

Chilly.

Curry.

Sugar.

Coffee.

Coke.

And I get pretty rowdy too.

My mom is worried that there is this caged party animal trying to break free in me.

Sorry mom, it's just the alter ego gaining strength.

Yes, I have multiple alter-egos. Wouldn't it be fun to guess which one you're talking to?

*sniggers*

I bid you good luck.

And good day!!!

I Should Dye My Hair Blonde

2008-11-19T19:08:00.001+09:00

You don’t have to wonder why. I’ll just retell the entire scenario.

Text message: ‘Deb, did you get back your purse?’

Reply: ‘What purse? Did I drop it in your car? I don’t think I dropped it.’

Phone call: Deb, someone from Taylors called me and informed me that you dropped your wallet in the library. I gave them your number; didn’t they call you?

Deb: What?? Are you serious?? No wonder I received this phone call from a Subang number but I didn’t answer it because I was having class.

Hang up.

Rummages bag in search of wallet. IT IS NOT THERE!!!

I walked all the way back to college from the DVD store. What a retard I was. Lost my wallet and did not suspect or realise anything of it at all!!! This is a situation where you will just feel like removing your shoes and stuffing it into my mouth/hitting my head with it just to wake me up.

Seriously, I have turned so bimbotic; I can legally dye my hair blonde. Or probably the law will enforce it on me.

Thank God the librarians kept my wallet safe and intact in their drawer. (They made a list of everything that was in my wallet. How embarrassing.) And they were chuckling at how late I was in realising that I have dropped my wallet. Actually, I had this feeling to grab my wallet but I just shoved it off; thinking that I won’t spend anything when I went down to the cafeteria with a friend.

Gosh Debble. For goodness’ sake, turn back to brunette!!! Brunettes are smarter! Don’t follow Jessica Simpson to that highway down to bimboism!!!!!

I Almost Met with A Massive Accident

2008-11-15T17:01:00.003+09:00

Seriously, I hate Malaysian drivers.

Ok, I admit that I have a tendency to accelerate but one has to or else get knocked at the back or get honked. (And I only go at about 80-100 on Federal)

So, today, after passing the Subang toll gate, I accelerated. Only to have this fucktarded (I'm sorry, I really have to curse here) grey Waja car swerved to my lane (the middle lane which is "supposedly" safe) just to overtake a lorry.

For goodness' sake, have a little patience!!! And look at your bloody side-mirror before you switch lanes!!! And you weren't even accelerating fast enough to cut into my lane!

Thank God my dad turned my steering (because I was half dazed - need to use my brains a little more in driving) and I swerved to the right lane and missed the grey Waja by mere inches and the Avanza car on the right lane behind me by mere inches.

And thank God I had the sense to switch my foot and step on the break and turn the steering wheel to the right and back before I hit the divider. I think the Avanza dude had to break very hard. Sorry, uncle, and thank you for breaking too.

I tell you that STUPID STUPID STUPID WAJA CAR!!!!! He had to recover in the middle lane behind me for a while before he went taking off at mad speed on the right lane again. I hope that whoever was in the car gave him a good slap on his face, and if they don't, I hope God will slap him for me. I'm seriously so damn mad with that IDIOT!!!

The Avanza uncle was so nice, he just gave me a light beep on the honk to tell me how dangerous I was. Which I knew that I was damn dangerous. But I'm so grateful for him for breaking.

I officially have a grudge against Waja car drivers. Seriously, just because you drive a much more expensive version of locally made cars doesn't mean that you're driving a ferrari and please come to your senses that you need to have patience in driving. I always follow the lorries for a while until I have the chance to switch lanes. Oh, and please bear in mind that you're actually driving a tin can too. Perodua drivers are wayyyyyyyy better than bloody Proton drivers. Especially Waja cars.

Dad was really scared because if we were to crash he will suffer the most damage. And I am thankful for his adrenaline and his alertness.

It's the second time I'm so damn bloody blur in my driving. I need to get my brains in.

I really thank God for protecting us.

Let me update a little of what has happened since this blog has been quite dead for a month and a half. I'll just put it in point form.

I had this toe-cracking experience.

Basically, we were wearing formal wear (as in coat and all) and we girls were wearing heels. And we had to stand around from 9 am right until 7.30 pm. Ok, for me it was from 7 am since I had to commute via train to KLCC. It was for the International Moot competition and this LawAsia Conference. We got to see Badawi speak in real life. Leave me an offline note if you wanna bitch bout it. It was fun and full of experience as a whole though.

Oh, and the toes really threatened to crack because I escorted the mooting team which I was in charge with all the way to the Corus hotel. And we went on foot.
I became Smeagol x 3.

Thanks to the mother who came back from London and forgot where she placed her rings; accusing me of misplacing them while I was keeping them for her all the time. It took me 3 1/2 weeks to find for those 3 bloody rings. And guess what? We found them in her pants pocket. JOY!
I'm beginning to see the light.

OK, as in, almost dead and also, I am no longer that blur. Yes, I finally got a grip of my studies and I can actually concentrate and know what I'm doing. Tutorials are a great way to wake me up and slap me in the face on how little I know about my stuff. Although I have done A Levels, but that is immaterial because we have added elements (the ones A Levels omitted) and they are quite crucial in understanding the law.
Tutorials sucks the life out of you.

I just had a whole full week of tutorials and my workload was basically piled up so high; it was as if I was drowning in a sea of books.
University life is a world of difference from A Levels.

I thought that the transition from SPM to A Levels was a major change and given that A Levels is quite similar with university. Consequently, I thought there won't be much change. But I was obviously wrong.

University life is so much more hectic with so much of self-reading and understanding to do. We practically have to read all full cases on our own and make lots of case briefs. And we are told that in order to get a second upper we'll have to read at least 4-5 books. Such joy and bliss. A first class requires additional materials.
Books.

Given that I need to read 4-5 books for each module and the books are thicker than dictionaries, I have been officially been pronounced a nerd without needing any certificate to proof it. I tried carrying 4 books yesterday but I gave up after 10 minutes. They weighed about 15 kgs there. Madness. My arms are sore.
I pierced my ears!!!

Yes, finally after so long. The mom consented.
I slept yesterday night immediately after dinner.

I was so tired from all the lack of sleep from the tutorial week.
I have developed a serious speed reading skill.

I mean, we are in the university of reading... which really makes us read. I mean, Law for a fact. But I really like my university studies because it clears up so much of my misunderstandings and doubts from A levels. And I do plan to get a first class, if I can get as a consolation to my blow at dignity because of A levels.
I love my class.

The people are totally not those sensitive kind and you can joke all that you want. Even at their expense! And my group of friends, (mixture of Malaysians, Singaporeans, Tanzanians and Kenyans) are just so awesome. Love them to bits! And the best part is everyone is not that naive to look at live so conventionally and be so blinded. And they all have a cynical point of view at the world of politics. Which is fun. At least rather than talking about myself we talk about politics; which is so much more fun!! I can finally lay low about my profile and choose to hold back.

Overall, my life is a mixture of hell and bliss. It's law afterall. What was I expecting??

Tug-O-Wars

2008-10-22T18:00:00.003+08:00

War #1

Dear brains,

Please do wake up and stop me from uttering nonsense that don't even make sense to myself.

I need you to be alert and start absorbing and analysing.

So it's the tug-o-war between my lazy side and the ambitious side once again.

As usual; nothing new.

War #2
There's a thin line between frustration and depression. They will eventually lead to each other. Which is currently what I'm facing.

It's just a matter of which side of it wins more.

War #3
Conservative vs. Revolution

The change of House of Lords to Supreme Court which comprises of a President, a Vice President and 10 Law Lords?

It's sad. I prefer the old prestigious House of Lords where all of them are such big shots and they are all so influential in politics as well as in the judiciary.

Sometimes, there need not be a complete segregation of the bodies in the country. I think it is imperative that the judiciary actually advice the Legislative on what should be law and point out the loopholes and the drawbacks of passing a particular bill.

I think the Supreme Court is just chapelang.

War #4
The witty vs. The dead bored.

I have this constant fluctuation between being absolutely crazy at one point and cracking all sorts of weird and crude jokes and all of a sudden, I'll be extremely quiet and blur.

War #5
Love vs Hatred

Do I love my lecturers or do I absolutely hate them?

They are dedicated in different ways. Some spoon feed some don't. So, which side do I really like? Some are extremely sarcastic and the other extreme end they are extremely lame.

War #6
Reality vs Daydream

I seem to be in the daydreaming world rather than reality.

I cannot count the amount of times I have spaced out in class.

Something is seriously wrong with me. I actually wanted to write very interesting posts but everytime I sit down in front of the computer, all the ideas just go missing and I am completely blanked out.

What's wrong with me?

Attempt at being Cinderella

2008-10-09T20:02:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was spankingly awesome.

Not because Uni was awesome, but because I got to drive all on my own courtesy of dahdee's consent.

I went home at 1 pm and had lunch.

And started running my errands as Miss Personal Assistant to an ex-extremely-critical-and-efficient-Admin Manager; in other words, my mother.

I had to make dozens of phone calls, be extremely assertive to get things my way; enquire informations which are way beyond for a person of my age [they were all shocked to hear that I am the daughter instead of THE ultimate person] and make arrangements and appointments.

And I got my way!! Yay!!

So before I got the answer, the dahdee who came to the college and I took over to drive home, had to quickly change cars and rush off to work. He left at 2 pm.

After all the phone calls, it was 2.45 pm and my Criminal Law book and Contract book were just lying hopelessly directly beside me, untouched and untainted by my brains and fingers. So much for reading up and preparing for today. But no, the matter at hand is at bigger stake than the books.

And finally, I passed the negotiation to 2 other people to come up with the appointment time.

Meanwhile, while waiting impatiently for the reply; I went into the kitchen to boil water under the request of the dahdee.

After that, I walked into the hall; attempting to clear up all the mess that my mom and sis left behind before the flew off.

Out of spontaneity, I started unpacking my sister's trunks. And started sorting the clothes out according to colours and the clothes which have the possibility of shedding their colour.

And I washed the clothes. Using the washing machine of course. Not such a classic Cinderella afterall. But it's still a first for washing clothes.

I was impatient for it to be 3 pm so that I can consult my "manager" on the actions which I should take for the situation at hand.

Finally, I got through to the sister's phone after a serious of screaming into the phone receiver. It's weird. Everytime I make international calls, I find that the volume of the person on the other line is extremely soft. Which is absolutely irritating because it feels like my sister suddenly got dumb and I am speaking Fiji language.

I was told that they were going to Oxford that day. Fine. Finished the call and immediately, the phone rang again.

The appointment was set at 4.30 pm.

Then I went round doing more housework, getting myself ready to go to the bank and also to drive by myself. For the first time; after 3 official lessons of long-distance driving. It's sad - yes. I drove.

At 4 pm, while I was getting the clothes out of the washing machine to dry, my handphone rang. The guy might not be able to make it on time because he had to rush to two places.

I was anxious because I didn't want the other fella to think that we blew him and not go for the appointment which was set.

It was the fastest time I had for hanging clothes.

I rushed to the car, grabbing a the readied little purse and the car keys. And I drove.

I have never been so contented in my entire life.

I managed perfectly perfectly well!! In fact, I did excellently!!!

I went up this super steep and narrow road; I did a side parking; and I did a backside parking for a straight parking.

All at first attempt without having to twist the steering to its maximum and give the ugly thwack as an indication of its limit.

And later I drove all the way to the bank. It was raining. But I suddenly got adventurous and devilishly reckless; I decided to go on my own joy drive. And I drove around for almost an hour; purposely getting myself into jams and the most difficult of roads to drive. It was all absolutely excellent. I was so relaxed for the first time that I even drove with one hand on the steering wheel.

I even attempted this crazy idea of reversing out of the porch but not quite out of the house; but around the compound until the front of my car was facing the gate. Something which my mom will never dare to do.

So, the dahdee actually told the mommay what I did at home.

And hence, I was included in the alumni of "royalties".

Oh yes, I have just been told this afternoon that I own a Ted Baker tote bag!!!!! [Apparently, the sister said that she saved me from getting a Clarks bag instead. Yes, Clarks sells handbags in London.] And a couple of Burberrys and Ralph Laurens. [But the sister has an entire wardrobe of Hawes & Curtis and TM Lewin]

Magnificent!!!

Hah! My reward for being "Cinderella for a day"!!

Anyway, about Uni; I find that the method of teaching rather different. Every class is like some mini session of ELS.

But there's more thinking and arguing and "philosophies" to be written this time.

I miss Miss Marguerite's lectures and tutorials actually. Justine agreed with me too.

Ah, the life of me. It's always about books, books and more nerding.

I shall get back to nerding and attempt to sleep early today. [Failed for the past 4 days]

Have a great day!!

p/s: I have a feeling that had I flown to London with my mom and sis, they'll probably be bumming home with even more clothes.

Oh and they're bringing home Baileys!!! [Eh, suddenly have an ardent fancy for alcoholic drinks.]

Nono, I have to keep sane. Or be accused of being a lousy lawyer like Joe Biden who can hardly get his facts right for maths, economics, history, law and constitution of the USA. Hmm, Obambi has found his perfect candidate; besides Kevin Federline, who will not outshine him or stand in his way of having his agendas done.

Rock on Ann Coulter and Sarah Palin.

I wonder why Americans wanna vote for brainless people like Joe Biden's elitist party.

2008-10-07T16:40:00.002+08:00

Ann Coulter is just spankingly awesome.

http://www.anncoulter.com

It will, however, increase the heart rate and blood pressure of Obambi lovers. But it doesn't mean that I'm discriminating against Obambi fans.

Feel free to bomb me on this blog if you want to.

What's Going On So Far

2008-10-07T15:45:00.001+08:00

Nothing much has happened during the one month of absence from this blog.

Just a few highlights, I've been running around to help the mom find the perfect gown for the sister's call to the Bar.

And consequently, I had my knee swollen and the right knee having hints of pain due to too much stress. I limped about the house. I wasn't allowed to walk around much what more go anywhere.

The mother and sister are continuously teasing me about anything and everything; giving me more and more new nicknames day by day [which they deem as endearments... pooh]

So the mother and the sister are in London now enjoying themselves.

I'm hoping very hard for them to stumble upon more cool stuff for me. Hopefully, a new handbag and more clothes from Zara/Next/Topshop.

The first day of Uni life?

Well, it wasn't that bad. Kinda boring though sitting through those never-ending orientations.

Was extremely sleepy by the end of the day. It's obvious, I didn't sleep enough. Again. As usual.

The irony of the day was that I spoke about being a hostage.

A hostage of one's obsession and addiction. And how we should plot to study.

Like the very professional fake-friar I was preaching about something which I am so far from practising myself.

Allow me to defend myself. Let's just say that... It takes a person to experience it to be able to talk about it.

There is a lot of pressure being placed on our shoulders. Having to live up to the past good records of the twinning program students.

Not forgetting the very short term compared to A Levels to complete 6 law subjects. So much of cramming to do in so little time. So many of activities and societies to join while still attempting to be extremely hardworking and be prepared for every single class.

Not easy, not easy.

It's a totally different playground compared to A Levels.

Let's not talk about boring Uni stuff. We shall divert to my driving.

Once, there is one person who always say that I will be a very good driver one day.

And I really hope I shall be one... one day.

Yesterday was my first time driving home all the way from the very doorstep of college. It was ok only; it was way below my own standards.

One thing for sure was, I wasn't used to accelerating. I have been driving around my housing area only for the past 6 months. And the only reason I'm driving on the highway now at 110 kmph is because my dad is brave enough to sit in my car and allow me.

I found quite a number of sick people on the road. Like this lorry which drove at 50 kmph in the middle lane.

For the second day of uni life?

I'm having some doubts about myself. Most people will blame it from the trauma of not doing well in A Levels. But I think it has caused me to rethink about where I stand.

For a start, I find that I can only remember fragments of what I studied for A Levels. It's really bad.

And I have a little difficulty in articulating my words. I blame it on the constant atrocious English that I speak at home just to irritate my mom and sis. I should get back to speaking proper English. Minus the chinky accent. Or the Pakistani accent [learnt that from my sis].

It appears that I shall have to shelve my interest in studying French for a while and start concentrating on getting my brains back to functioning status.

And learn how to have enough sleep.

I'll have to start mugging on paedophilic cases now. It's R v Brown and R v Wilson. Joy.

Btw, the weather forecast for the entire week is heavy showers. Such bliss. No, sense the sarcasm and disdain.

Just When I'm About to Expire from Boredom

2008-09-09T20:06:00.004+08:00

So, the sister's trunk arrived today.

And since she claimed that she has SO much of treasures inside, I was very eager to get to my aunt's house and rip the trunk open.

But all I found were loads of winter clothings.

And A LOT of books. Books which I usually stare at in bewilderment at the library. And so, I do not know what to do with the RM500 MPH voucher now that I've got most of the reference books that I need thanks to her.

Some of her shoes. And I don't know why the heck she shipped risottos home.

Small handbags which can only hold bare necessities.

But what I'm really glad was...

She has really AWESOME classical CDs. Mozart's 100. Bach's. Oh, and Debussy's and Bach's scoresheets for piano.

And storybooks. When I finished Chris Manby's Girl Meets Ape, I thought that it will be the beginning of my rotting period.

But, no! Now I have Philippa Gregory's The Queen's Fool and Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire.

Yay!! I'm not gonna rot after all.

Tea Ceremony

2008-09-06T01:16:00.000+08:00

I have officially attended the worst tea ceremony in my entire life.

The house is crammed and the air is so thick with smoke, my eyes water and my lungs cry out begging for mercy.

And the best part is, I do not even know who the hell is getting married. I have never met either of them in my entire life. They are some relative in an elaborately extended family line.

I do not know who is who in the house and what to call them. So I made things simple, smile to younger ones and call all elderlys aunties and uncles.

I really regretted canceling my lunch date for such a horrible morning and I feel so terribly guilty for canceling. It's not like I have a choice anyway.

Not forgetting that I have to wake up terribly early when I only slept at about almost 3 in the morning yesterday night.

My mom and I decided that we've had enough and asked my dad if we can chip out for a bit and get back in time for the dinner at the restaurant.

Thankfully, we got the green light. Because, it's not like any of them like us anyway. And we have a HUGE language barrier. My chinese languages are just utterly horrible and they can't quite speak English. We're not quite needed as well except to make our presence felt and appease all in-laws.

So, at about 2 pm we decided to pop out and my mom just had to choose Sunway Pyramid. Which made me feel even more guilty because I am supposed to be there 2 hours earlier for lunch. But no, I have to cancel only to be there when I said I can't. Well, her excuse was, she had to find the perfect traditional dress to attend my sister's call to the Bar in October. So, there I was, miserably, guiltily walking in the mall; giving comments to everything that my mom tried on.

The sister went to some convention to sell her CVs. And met all of her friends there. She is happy, and my day just gets more miserable. I was hungry and terribly sleepy.

The dinner was not that bad. But it had a terrible finish with a bunch of horrendously JANG people trying to dance to Apologise and Sha La La. Dorky dorks. And those wanna-be drunkards started shouting at the poor karaoke controller for some R&B music. Thank God he had good taste for music.

Well, at least I had my revenge. I wore black for the wedding and I was terribly informal. I matched the top with jeans.

My mom told me that I was terribly rebellious, naughty and cheeky as she was laughing.

My sis just can't stop complaining because I got more stuff at a much younger age.

My dad was the happiest man because for the first time, we were all present for some family gathering.

I am so sorry, Sammie.

Wardrobe Constipation

2008-09-05T02:30:00.000+08:00

Dear Mum,

I have realised that I have a terrible habit. A fetish to buy things.

Please do buy more hangers. Because I have chipped all that I could from Dad's wardrobe.

And please just don't open the wardrobe yet. Because packing the wardrobe after the trip with 2 1/2 times more clothes, it will take a while.

Because I just do not understand how the sister got so many stuff.

Really, don't open the wardrobe. Because a clothing might just fall out.

And I do not intend to incite your anger. Because the wardrobe looks as if it has been hit by an internal hurricane in a space too crammed. I know you cannot stand such sights.

It is already 2.30 am. Please stop punishing me and let me sleep? It's so unfair that I have to take over the packing from my sister just because she has started working. I packed all the bags to bring back home and I have to unpack and put them all in appropriate places.

Perhaps, we can declutter our wardrobe??

Breaking In

2008-09-02T17:53:00.002+08:00

So we decided to go to Pavillion before my sis goes to work tomorrow.

And I find that I still prefer KLCC rather than Pavillion although Pavillion has more stuff to buy. It's probably because I prefer the environment in KLCC.

Also, I would rather pay the VATs in London and get much better designs. The stuff that are sold in Malaysia is just too limited and they are one generation slower.

The Clarks shoes for example. What was on sale in London, where people throw it all over the place like pasar malam is a new arrival over here. We saw the exact design.

And the PINK shirts in Jermyn street are so much better.

And Malaysia does not have Hawes & Curtis or at least TM Lewin.

G2000 clothes look quite primitive. And the sales in Malaysia is rubbish.

I guess shopping will never be the same again.

So we returned home at about 10 pm.

The entire house was dark.

That's great. Everytime the house gets a power cut due to heavy thunderstorm, Debble will have to suffer.

Because she will have to get out of the car and open the gate manually.

But no, this time the key wouldn't even go in!!!

Even my dad can't get it in.

And then we realised, someone tried breaking in into our house. We do not know when, but the lock was chiseled.

We suspect it is during the 2 months while we were away. Thank God the lock was jammed and can only be opened with the remote. And the uncle forgot to turn the house alarm on.

I do not wanna say goodbye to my home theatre. I love it!!! And no one is taking it away!!!

So, we had to call our dear neighbour who took 100 years to come out because since there is only an elderly lady and her maid in the house, they were rather suspicious when they saw us calling at their gate.

They thought we were some saleslady; my mom and I. Chih.

When they finally came, I had to break into my own home.

They gave me a little stool, and I really mean LITTLE!!!! for me to climb over a 5 feet wall.

I didn't know that climbing over walls is so DIFFICULT!!!

My sternum hurts now. Placed too much of strain on the chest to heave my heavy arse up; balanced on the 6 inches wide wall and give support and dampen the jump downwards.

Gosh.

Stupid chiseler. Why choose my house larr??

On a side note, I need to lose weight so that I can heave the arse up until the uncle finally decides to show up at my house to change the lock. And also for future breaking in activities due to the very difficult lock.

TNB, you'd better not have anymore power cuts.

Jalan Dungun

2008-08-29T17:48:00.000+08:00

So the kiasu sister sent her mail out at 12.30 am.

And the next day, she woke up at 10.30 am.

And she got an interview at 4.30 pm.

And that left us stranded at Jalan Dungun from 2.30 pm.

Because the mother does not know how to drive to Jalan Dungun and the father has to drive home from work just to drive the sister there for the interview.

The sister just couldn't resist wearing her Hawes & Curtis purple top that we bought.

And the sister made me sit there until 7.30 pm.

Because her interview was 1 1/2 hours.

Which the mother said is a good thing.

Because it means that she is hired.

And yes she is hired. And I am tired.

There is absolutely nothing to do at Jalan Dungun just as Sammie said.

There is no one to sms and I am too lazy to sms.

So I sat there at Fig Tree looking bonged and flipping through old magazines.

And I thought to myself, how much I miss London where everywhere is accessible and they have much more fabulous magazines.

Wifi Sudah Mati

2008-08-28T17:44:00.000+08:00

So the wi-fi died. Or probably the owner just got smart and changed to one with password lock.

Sigh.

And that leaves me with no internet for quite some time because the mother downgraded the internet while we were away and has not upgraded it back.

We have only 10 hours a month for 3 people to use.

It's a terribly sad and moronic story.

Pecah Record

2008-08-27T22:12:00.001+08:00

Hallelujah!!!!!

All of our luggages passed!! Yay!!!

And we calculated, all in all we brought home 125 kgs.

The check-in luggages were about 23 kgs and 29 kgs.

The Italian lady who was a contract worker was really nice. She let everything through and she knew that I was desperate to get everything through.

Because she only saw that we each had a bagpack and a small little Reading bag full of books. And since we're "students"; she thinks that I am a student too, it's quite feasible because she thought that we each have our laptops in our bagpack and books and that's it.

We left our house at about 2.40 pm and reached Heathrow at 4 pm.

And I went to line up to claim back my VATs only to fine that the line is about 30 feet long!!!

And so I waited. And waited. And waited.

Until 6 pm, I couldn't take it anymore. All of those people in front of me has one stack of about 4 inches of receipts to claim. There are about 15 of them in front of me!

I just opted out. And we rushed to the counter and happily checked everything in.

After that, I had to rush out of Heathrow, catch a tube, get home, and take the other two hand baggages out. I couldn't find the exit in Heathrow. So I just desperately pushed through the emergency exit doors and I was hit by familiarity of the Arrivals hall.

And I just ran all the way to the tube. And I was on time for the tube!!! Boarded the tube at about 6.15 pm.

And I sat there in the tube until 7.10 pm. The minute I stepped foot at the King's Cross tube station I ran all the way to St. Pancras and cut out and ran to Oakley Square.

I reached my house in the record time of 12 minutes instead of the usual 30 minutes walk.

And thank God I reached Heathrow again just in time at 8.55 pm. We had to run all the way to our gate and I was carrying 60 kgs of stuff on me this time. As heavy as I am.

The best part is, the lady who checked us in was at the gate there again and her eyes BULGED!!!

She didn't know that we had 1001 things to take.

And for the first time, I only watched one movie and slept throughout the flight home when I usually watch movies throughout.

What Happened In Vegas was awesome.

Other than that, I'm just trying to desperately catch up with my sleep, which I am not getting at all because the parents always drag us out somewhere.

That's about it now.

University of Reading

2008-08-25T06:33:00.000+08:00

Since I have nothing to post about, I might as well post about the past.

University of Reading.

No, Miss Christine, it is NOT a literacy programme. Although I need to polish up my English Language again.

It was a gorgeous day.

Some house in the Reading Town

Stream along the wilderness walk

Foxhill! This is where all of the lectures will be held.

Lake nearby Foxhill, in the campus

Ducks and Swans owned by the Queen

Huge-ass log chopped down and skinned near the lake.

The houses along the way in the campus.

I think this house looks kinda nice despite of it looking dilapidated.

But it's quite expensive to rent these houses. Because one will have to buy fire and break-in insurance and blah blah blah.

I wish I have more pictures to post here. Unfortunately, it was raining and we rushed off for a dinner appointment with a family friend.

But Reading is seriously a beautiful place. The campus itself. They have 2 clubs there. One for techno and another for R&B. They have 3 floors for people to dance and it is a sight to behold. They have the best clubs in the UK.

I'm flying off tomorrow!!!

Pray for good weather and that they will let my luggages through!!

It's now back to 22 kgs and 27 kgs.

Pray pray pray. Please.

Gracias and Adios.

I Don't Wanna Go Home!

2008-08-23T01:30:00.001+08:00

I don't wanna go home.

But I bet all of you are saying... no... shouting:

"COME HOME DEBBLE!!!"

I do miss you people like crazy.

Going back home means leaving a lot of fun memories behind.

Running for the busses.

Getting free newspapers only to read about Amy Winehouse. Btw, I didn't know that she lives in my area. I go to Camden every single day. And she lives in one of the flats here.

Seeing weird people. There was this cross-dresser at the tube station who walked towards us saying "I'm a girl... I'm a girl..." and at the same time trying to do the catwalk.

And the constant cool weather without sunshine.

And the awesome food over here.

The awesome Robinson's Fruit and Barley drink.

The super fresh groceries.

Pimm's. Bailey's. Cocktails.

The Super cheap Marks & Spencer food here which has a wider range and tastes just absolutely awesome.

The convenient public transportation.

Looking at rare and beautiful cars.

Gosh, so many memories to leave behind. I bet my sister is gonna cry when she leaves here.

But I shall not be depressed.

Because, who knows, I might just come back here to do my Bar Vocational Course!

Yay!!!

But that is if I do really well for my Degree. Then I might probably be able to convince my mom to pay the tuition fees and make my sister who is hopefully successful by that time to sponsor my daily expenses.

And hopefully, I'll get to do LOTSA SHOPPING!!!

And you know what??

Hallelujah!!!

I manage to get my luggage weight down to 23 kgs each!!! And my mom just confirmed with us after asking the MAS people twice that our maximum baggage allowance is 25 kgs!!!

Yes!!!

What a beautiful finish to a beautiful holiday!

But I think I'm quite ready to start uni now.

Being dormant for so long, I think it'll be really great to start working again. Then I will be able to fill my free time more easily rather than bugging my sister what to do.

All's good all's good.

The 4 am SMS

2008-08-21T22:11:00.000+08:00

Packing seriously zaps the energy out of me.

Pack, stash, squash, squeeze, stuff, push, zip, weigh, unpack, pack.......

The process goes on and on and on.

We have too many things which hardly weighs.

For instance, my sister's stupid request for melamine bowls and spoons which were not needed at all and the request for formal clothings which were not worn at all due to the cold weather.

It takes up a lot of space!!

And my sister bought countless amount of cosmetics over here over the period of time which she is here.

I have a 3kg pouch of make-ups which are hardly used but purchased by the cow out of fancy. And not to mention 7 zip-bags of moisturisers and creams and toners and cleansers.

So many things, so little space.

The best part is we're only allowed 20 kgs each. Which is madness because the luggage itself weighs 5-7 kgs. The clothes alone will take up all of the weight and more!!!

How am I going to pack to Reading in 2 years' time?? I'll probably have to ship everything over in advance. =S

Both luggages are overweight. The Large one is 26 kgs (After 100 times of packing and repacking. It was initially 30 kgs) and the other smaller one is 22 kgs. I finished packing the main luggages and we have 6 handcarries. One handcarry itself easily weighs 10kgs. Oh, and we're only allowed 5 kgs for handcarry. We have no choice.

I woke up randomly at 4.14 am. I knew because right after I woke up the little revolutionist text me. And asked me about blogs....

And around 4.45 am, I heard someone talking.

Do you know what is the time??

Something muttered in a slur

Don't do this. Don't do this to yourself. Why are you doing this?

[slurred] After what happened the other day, I lost motivation.

Then motivate yourself!!

You have a beautiful son at home. Why are you doing this?

mutter mutter mutter

When I met you you're a beautiful person and you ARE still a beautiful person. You were always there when I needed you to help.

mutter mutter mutter Let's not discuss this anymore. Walks away.

I think it's the most calm argument I've ever heard of. It was as if she was a counsellor/shrink. Shrinking her husband. Oh well, his coat and pants looks rather shrunkened.

All I have to say is, hang in there, lady, and he'll probably turn around. Just don't lose your control.

I'm back to packing. One more last effing bagpack to pack!!! And a mountain of clothes to fit in. >.<""

Wish me luck!!!

NO, no, PRAY for me that they'll let me through and not charge me a single penny.

Thank you.

Electrifying Dim Sum

2008-08-18T17:50:00.005+08:00

I shall leave the blog looking pimped. Because a change is good.

I am now craving for sushi. Can you believe it?? Don't tell my sister that or she'll be mightily pleased with herself for converting me.

I am also craving for Spaghetti Scoglio from Spaghetti House.

And do you know what's the best part??

I've put on 3 kgs. Which is really bad!!! Thanks to the constant pigging out.

Today is no exception.

We decided to go for this Dim Sum since we accidentally found out that this place in Haymarket has a Dim Sum buffet.

And so we went for it today. It's at Electric Bird Cage.

I thought I liked the setting of the place. I was really blur. I only saw the bar which is rather unique with its half teak and half glass design.

So we went in and sat down. And when the waitress came only did I realise my surroundings.

The waitress was wearing this super short flare dress which looks almost like a swimsuit if not for the skirt. She might as well not wear anything at all.

And I looked behind my sister's face.

The ceiling was a very nice plaster ceiling with all the decorations and all. But the abominable thing is that it is painted in fuchsia.

And then I realised the tables are in turqoise colour. The walls are also turqoise.

And the sofa that I am sitting on can act as a mini sofa bed with all the bolster pillows behind. It's quite convenient to lean over and lie down.

OMG, it was like a brothel. Especially with the lighting which is like some curvy thingy.
[Edit : I just realised, it looks like the colours on my blog now. Oh well.]

And we ordered Classic Cosmopolitan. It's a cocktail btw. I am underaged and so my sis ordered lemonade for me. But the nice waitress said that she'll split the cocktail into two since it's quite a big glass. So, we both had cocktails for the price of one. And I'm not complaining. In fact, I am very happy!!!

No, I wasn't drunk after the drink. Because the alcohol content wasn't that high after all and I thought my own concoction for a cocktail tastes better. I had Baileys, Triple Sac and Apple & Elderflower. Or my sister's concoction of Cranberry juice, Vodka, Triple Sac and Lime. It's really easy to make a cocktail. Just mix whatever you want. And my concoction had more kick than the one they gave us. The bartender probably did it on purpose because he didn't want two drunk chics walking out of the bar & restaurant and get stopped by a boobie [that's what the policemen are called]; ending with him going to jail because he gave an underage a cocktail.

Despite of the setting, the Dim Sum was good!! So much better than the ones we have at home.

My sister and I found the setting rather funny though. Fancy the two of us sitting in such a restaurant and having a buffet dim sum. Imagine how my mom will react if she were to find out.

Oh, and we were the only girls besides that one waitress in the entire place. And it's a club during the night btw.

If parents were to think that the clubs back in KL are bad, well, think again. If one were to compare KL and London, the clubs in KL can only be compared to some scandalous high school gathering. It is seriously Wild over here.

Not to mention, there is a chance of meeting really weird people here.

On Saturday, after our walk at South Kensington; we reached our bus station pretty late. And this dude appeared out of thin air and kicked the rubbish behind us.

"Sorry, girls."

I briefly nodded out of courtesy.

"Don't be afraid of me."

We continued walking without really looking at him.

"Do you know where I can find back up??"

My sister, who was slightly ahead of me, turned around and I stopped.

That guy was a highschooler who is drunk, with soggy hair plastered on his head.

He thought we were some Mafia's daughter or we're in some Chinese society of gangsters.

Gosh, dude!!! We look more like nuns rather than a Mafia's daughter!!! We figured that he probably got into a fight in a bar and wants to find a back up to fight back.

Men and their ego. Ok, certain men.

Anyway, we decided to go for coffee at Covent Garden after Dim Sum and some shopping. So from Regent Street, we cut through Soho towards Covent.

Before this, we walked through the streets of Soho and I thought that it was quite an innocent place. All we saw were restaurants and bars with some scantily dressed people walking about.

This time, we walked through the REAL Soho street. We had to do a speed walk through a maze of half-dazed people whose eyes are clouded with lust. Well, we did it again. In Amsterdam, we went to the wrong flower market with the smell of heroin and marijuana rather than the famed floating flower market which sells tulip bulbs.

And we had our coffee at last at Covent Garden. The last time we went, we saw some tame drunk people singing about there.

I love Dark Mocha Frapuccino. It is simply awesome. Sister went for Venti Espresso. Oh, and the price difference from Tall to Grande to Venti is only 20p from each upgrade.

I absolutely love Zara and Hawes & Curtis over here.

The sales are ending soon. Sigh. And so is my stay at London.

I shall be flying home next Monday.

Nothing Sweet About Me

2008-08-15T06:21:00.001+08:00

This is one thing which I definitely brought back from Europe.

This song which plays over and over again everywhere. Especially on the European MTV.

And I love it!!!

I do not know if it's playing in Malaysia.

Cold!

2008-08-13T19:51:00.003+08:00

Let's talk about England's most popular topic of conversation.

The weather. Because it is very erratic and changes in split seconds. And so, it gives the people a lot to talk about everytime the weather changes.

It was freezing cold yesterday night and this morning!!!

I had to use 2 blankets and wrap myself up like I'm in a cocoon.

So-called summer. It's windy and cold and wet over here!!!

We didn't do much today. We stayed in, slept in and watched the Olympics!

In the evening, I got bored and went downstairs for a drink. And I found my sister's housemate exhausted on the couch.

I came up with this idea. Go for a buffet!!!

Sister's housemate jumped with energy in lightning speed and she was instantly animated. Hehe. The power of Food and what it does to people!!! It brings absolute motivation and hope in life!!!

And so, we went for a Sushi buffet at Hi! Sushi at Camden Town, near Camden Lock where they sell lots of goth's stuff.

It's my first time eating Japanese food after the horrible experience on Japan Airlines. I'll never forget that foul sour-tasting so-called Western Food that we were served. I had to live on eating the Japanese peanuts while on the plane for 18 hours to San Francisco.

And surprisingly, the salmon sashimi tasted good!!! So much better than the one I had in Dynasty hotel. The salmon was really really fresh and you can really taste the salmony taste of salmon. Eh heh. I don't make sense.

The buffet was good. I'm quite a sushi convert now. Let's hope that the sushi back at Malaysia tastes as good as the one over here.

I love the sashimi, this sweet-tasting tofu wrap with sweet sticky rice inside. And the scallop!! Raw scallop which was absolutely tasty!!! Their "satay" tasted good too. But the chicken fat spoiled it. The squid was awesome as well. The beef was tough. The prawns tempura was disgusting. All flour and nothing else!!!

We ordered 3 plates of sashimi. Yes, we were all crazy. The sashimi tastes extremely good if dipped in soy sauced mixed with wasabi. For the last order, my crazy, greedy sister asked for 6 portions. And the waitress mistakened it for 6 person's portion. And came with a HUGE plate with 18 slices of salmon.

We all ate until our eyeballs threatened to roll upwards due to overeating. And we were all BLOATED!!!

I learnt one thing. Never attempt to eat Japanese food fast or you'll be in trouble for wanting to puke. Japanese food is meant to be slowly savoured.

I love the setting of the restaurant. They have this hole in the ground which makes it look as if we're sitting on the floor, when we are actually sitting as if we're sitting on the chair. They had nice leather cushions to cushion our asses. Very comfortable.

But when we got out of the restaurant, it was FREEZING COLD!!! My entire skeletal structure was trembling from the cold. And I was wearing turtle neck. For the first time without being censured. Eh heh.

And we took a slow walk all the way home. Actually, I trembled and my teeth chattered all the way home.

And we all just dropped and slept. We reached home at 11.30 pm btw. We were in the restaurant until about 10.45 pm. The waitress practically had to chase us out. Hehehe.

Cold weather + cold food makes it a memorable day.

Fly Away

2008-08-12T19:23:00.000+08:00

So, today, the momma and the daddy flew back to Malaysia.

We had to get up early to catch the tube to Heathrow. And the train ride was almost an hour.

Exhausting. Exhausting.

And, we were all so exhilarated when the luggages weren't overweight!!!

But the handcarries were seriously heavy like crazy. That's the trick. Because they don't weigh your handcarry.

And the good news is that Heathrow allows more than one handcarry now!!! The previous ruling of only one handcarry was crazy. Even a small lil handbag was considered to be a handcarry and it shall have to be stuffed into one handcarry.

While waiting for the parents to check in, I waited at the side with the handcarries and this Thai couple came.

And they started unpacking. And stuffing. I guess their luggage was overweight. I can see why. Because the girlfriend bought carpets and tea trays and lots of ridiculously funny things.

The parents checked in rather quickly. And they passed through the checkpoints really quickly too!!

The mommay didn't wanna go because she wants to stay back and have fun with us. But unfortunately, she has a bigger baby to take care of; because the daddy has to go back to work before his employers personally fly over and drag him back to work.

After waving them off, my sis and I felt so much lighter and free!!! No more formalities and all, we just had to be us!!

We were so sleepy and hungry, we had to sit down and munch on something while we wait for the tube. Because we missed one.

And when the next one came, my sister was so blur and bimbotic, happily munching on her raspberry puff [which is heavenly, btw] as if nothing mattered in the world.

Until I said, "Aren't you getting on the train?" [The train was right in front of us]

Sister : [frantically gets up] YES!!!!!

We had to do a dash for the train. Only to have the train stop for a while to realign the cabins. Blargh. All the dashing for nothing.

And we sat in the train for another 50 minutes before we got off at Holborn for my sister to change her corresponding address in her university.

And spontaneously, she suggested that we should go for a movie!!!

Debble : [hops around excitedly] At Odeon??

Sister : No. [In her usual dry tone] We're going to Angel.

Because it's cheaper. Ah, as usual, as usual. So, we hopped on the bus and we're off!!

The bus driver was rather nice. Because he waited for us while we sprinted all the way to the bus station.

We have been doing sprints for buses for the past 2 days. Once to go to Sainsbury [it's something like Tesco] and when we got out of Sainsbury, the bus was just a stone's throw away. And the bloody pedestrian light was red.

There were 3 of us in a row waiting impatiently. The minute the traffic stopped, all 3 of us dashed to the bus. It must have been a sight to behold if one were to be the spectator. Aiks.

And so, at Angel, we went to Vue [the cinema] and decided to watch The Mummy. Because it was the only thing worth watching.

After getting the tickets [I had to use my sister's student id], we skipped off to Burger King for lunch. Gosh, their fries are good!!! And we were both so greedy, we ordered super size. Only to have our faces turn green while we try to finish the fries. And we couldn't finish the super large Coke.

Then I had a brilliant idea. Sneak it into the cinema!!! We had small carrier bags in our bagpack in case the parents needed to throw some stuff out if their luggages were overweight.

So I placed both cups at the end of the bag, and placed my arm in the middle to make sure that they sit upright.

The cinema was nice!! It's like GSC's Gold Class. And it's free seating!!!!! We bought nachos with salsa.Oh, and I'm suddenly addicted to tomato soup. And the ketchup they gave at BK was so fresh, it was like fresh tomato soup!!! The salsa sauce, which is made out of tomato as well, was good!!! Ah, the bliss. [But we had to shut both eyes for the price of the nachos and the meal at BK. Back home, we could have walked into Tai Thong.]

The movie was OK only. But I liked the part on Ancient China. Other than that, the movie was quite forgettable. Typical family kind of movie. A bit like Indiana Jones, but not as nonsensical as IJ. They changed the history of Shih Huang Ti though. Jet Li's general was totally hot in the movie. Michelle Yeoh was gorgeous and so was the girl who acted as MY's daughter in the movie. I didn't know that Brendan Fraser is so buffed!

We went home and dropped on the bed and slept. I watched Wanted online. It was good. Love their sense of humour. But I didn't quite like the ending. The assasination actions were awesome!!! Angelina Jolie was hot as usual. If only she'll do more kick-ass movies.

That's about for today. The first taste of FREEDOM!!!!!

Yours Truly

2008-08-11T11:11:00.000+08:00

I hate packing.

Seriously hate it.

You have no idea what a torment it is.

So, instead of trying to recover my most-needed sleep; we ended up running up and down the house, trying to pack.

Because the momma and the daddy is going back to Malaysia.

And they'll be carrying most of the important stuff.

And the sister just had to do what she does best.

Being entirely MESSY and disorganised and overly aggressive and SPONTANEOUS.

All she does is stuff and stash, stuff and stash.

I seriously cannot take it!!! The Bree side of me will start pouting, shaking the head with bewildered eyes and tapping the foot impatiently.

We were using two rooms and both rooms were a mess. And I had to repack everything that my sister messed up.

Blargh. And she was complaining all the time that I wasn't lifting my finger.

I REFUSE to.

In the end, we ended up scrambling all over the place to look for this exceedingly important document... which we do not know where the hell my sister stashed to.

We went round and round in circles, searching high and low for 5 pathetic pieces of paper.

In the end, my mom found it in our bags. I wonder what my sister was doing. She searched that same bag where the documents were over and over again and found nothing.

All I have to say is; when there are too many strong heads being placed together, catastrophe will breakout if uncontrolled.

Yours truly is signing off because the daddy just has to go out for a walk. Sigh.

Another problem if there are so many contrasting personalities placed together. The clashes are really bad and it usually ends with forced obligation and sulking.

Emotions

2008-08-10T16:42:00.001+08:00

I feel like SCREAMING!!!!!

Helpers needed

2008-08-09T21:13:00.000+08:00

If anyone still reads this blog.

Well, just to pass the word around that Ms Anne needs student helpers for the launch of the hartamas branch. There will be wages paid for those who help.

Thanks.

Have a great week

Enough of Europe, Thank You.

2008-08-08T04:37:00.004+08:00

I'm finally back from the European tour.

You have no idea how I went absurdly exhilarated I was when I saw the white cliffs of Dover.

After 24 days, I think I have quite enough of Europe.

I'll tell you why.

1. The weather is crazy.

From Amsterdam until Austria, the weather was quite fine with the cool breeze blowing every now and then with occasional drizzles. After Austria, MY GOSH!!!! I am practically FRIED now. Super tanned and I seriously could not withstand the sun. It's at least 35 degrees and it goes right up to 38. And the UV seriously scorches the skin. We shade ourselves with the umbrella which supposingly has UV protection and we were being mocked at. In Venice, this Italian dude shouted at us from afar, stood right in front of us and blessed us with his abundant saliva, shouting at the top of his voice and verbally abusing and ridiculing us in public. Stupid ass. Wanted to show him the cornutto sign.

The cornutto sign is a sign language used in Italy and Spain which is basically the sticking out of the 2nd and the 5th finger. It's an insult to the guys, telling them that their partners are cheating on them because they are bad lovers. That dude who verbally abused us certainly was one. Retard.

The worst is in Italy and Barcelona. It was such a pity that we didn't quite get to explore Rome because it was just simply too hot to walk at all. We just wanted to stand under the cooling shade of the trees and rot there. In Barcelona, it was just insane. It was so hot that when I open the curtains of the hotel room and when the sun streams through and hits my pants; in the instant of 10 seconds it feels like I am wearing a just-ironed pants. And, we dried all our laundries in 3 hours by just hanging it in on the curtain railing.

2. It's a duck and chicken scenario.

Most of the people in that continent speak very little English. Only in commercial areas do they speak and understand quite good English. Other than that, I used sign language and broken French/German/Italian/Spanish. And I only know a couple of words. Half of the time, I understand them by guessing.

3. The food is extremely horrible.

Every morning, this is all we get for breakfast. Bread. Butter. Cornflakes. Raw, cold ham and cheese. Coffee or tea. If we're lucky, there will be scrambled eggs, bacon, baked beans and a mixture of KokoKrunch, Oats and yoghurt. IF, we are lucky. I am so sick of bread, I will never ever step into a bakery or a pizza station for the next 3 years.

The coffee gets more and more diluted as we travel further south.

The Italian food?? Blargh. They're disgusting. The ones in Malaysia, Singapore and London have been greatly improvised. They always have 3 courses. Antipasti, Primo Piatti and Secondi Piatti. Antipasti is a starter, which is usually spaghetti with plain tomato sauce [which they call promodoro]. Primo Piatti is like our western food; grilled meat with potatoes and some vegetables minus any gravy for the grilled meat. The meat tastes plain and boring. I have to constantly do a mini cooking at the dinner table everyday, adding salt and pepper to my food. Secondi Piatti is something with rice and blah-dee-dah. Even typing about it turns my appetite off. I think it's tasteless and super fattening.

The good thing about Europe??

ZARA. ZARA. ZARA. ZARA. ZARA.

Seriously. It's super cheap. And the designs are super nice. I think our luggages might be overly overweight.

Let's talk about the guys. [Ignore the blonde moment]
Amsterdam - Tall and some are totally hot.
Germany - Tall and lean [but their muka is as plain as their bangunan - square and boring]
Switzerland - Tall and not bad
Austria - Tall with a hot ass [according to my sis]
Italy - Rarely see a tall one and not exactly romantic.
Spain - Good looking but some are short
France - Thin [but not kayu] with long legs

But they are all better looking than most of the Londoners.

The funniest of occasions:

1. 7 people got stucked in the lift. You can see 1 foot of their legs from the ground floor. They were stucked for an hour. It's in Lourdes btw.

2. This Spaniard receptionist who can't stop winking at my mom. Er, dude, my mom's not as young as she looks.

I have been really out of touch with a lot of you people. It's really great catching up with all of your blogs. Can't wait to see all of you and hear from you again from back home.

Happy belated birthday, Sharon!!

I'll blog again. Seriously need rest after all the ridiculous 6 am wake-up calls.

Rushing Off

2008-07-14T23:49:00.000+08:00

Wish I can have more time to blog. But I'll be going to Europe tomorrow. And you won't hear from me for another 24 days. And I just can't find the time to post up so many pictures on so many places. I'll just do a short one when I get back to London. Anyway, as a promise, I'll list down the places to be blogged soon.

Uni Reading
Embankment
Borough Market
Tower Hill and Tower London
Inns of Courts : Inner and Middle Temple [these two temples are enemies]
Hillsong London
St Paul's Cathedral
Hamley's [it's full of cute soft toys!!!]
All Souls Church

Omg... there's gonna be so much to blog about!!!

South Kensington and Beautiful Cars

2008-07-08T05:58:00.002+08:00

So, we hopped on a random bus and ended up in this super posh area. We were almost lost.

Yea, baby!!

This is one super high-class club where only exclusive people can go in with invitation. The princes club here. It costs a bomb to get in, about £30 and £70 for a drink. x_x

The Natural History Museum. We didn't have time to go in.

Inside the reception area of the Victoria and Albert Museum which houses lots of beautiful sculptures. Yet to fully go round this museum. We went for this China exhibition though.

The dome.

On the way back, somewhere near Regent Street. This building is Tiffany & Co.

The Ralph Lauren opposite. I really hope we can go in and grab couple of wimbledon t-shirts before I go home. Pray hard that my mommay won't confiscate the debit card before she flies home.

Boodles. My sister's nickname for me which turns out to be a shop.

Regent Street right across after the turning from Ralph Lauren. On the way, there's this club called Abercrombie & Fitch where the bouncers will open the glass doors and standing in front there greeting you is two extremely HOT guy models. Apparently, it's a practice.

Let's talk about cars now. Beautiful cars.#1, the Audi above.

#2, this red car, dunno what the brand is in South Kensington. Oh, btw, they have this gorgeous Lambourghini London showroom there.

#3, this Lexus car at Piccadilly Circus. It costs more than a BMW.

#4, I don't mind being a policewoman as long as I can drive this BMW. Yes, patrol policemen drive BMW over here. More commonly, the 5 series. Oh, and they drive VW too.

There are a lot more beautiful sports car out here. It's everywhere!!! I just can't manage to capture the images. Lots of Audis, BMWs, and Mercedes. Especially the new Merc models.Coopers are extremely common. So is this Jaguar.

Gosh. I love cars!!!

Inns of Courts: Grays and Lincoln's

2008-07-07T05:40:00.000+08:00

So, we went to my sister's university and the Inns of Courts. Since mommay didn't wanna walk so much, we only went to Gray's Inn where my sis' uni is in and Lincoln's which is nearby.

They are all in Holborn.

It's always a custom to glut 1st before going anywhere

That was seafood pancake and this is salmon pancake. All at My Old Dutch

Gray's Inn

The pathway down to Gray's Inn

My sis' uni

The park

Watch the barristers have their picnic/lunch.

Have a peaceful nap dude

The gorgeous ivory

Lincoln's Inn. This building is where the dining is held in.

Look at the gorgeous cars. Someday, I'll own one too!!

Piccadilly Circus

2008-07-06T05:21:00.001+08:00

These are random pictures on the way to Picadilly Circus from Trafalgar Square. Went there on the 29th of June.

Some theatre. Oh, they are playing Phantom of the Opera. It costs £60 for the worst seat. I wish my sis will take me there after my parents have returned home.

I think it speaks for itself. It's a musical.

Some random building

Some Turkish building

It says : "Because it is the cat's birthday"

Some more building

Gorgeous ain't it?? It's just a corner away from Piccadilly Circus. In fact, the building on the right is Piccadilly Circus

Piccadilly Circus

The curve to the right from the picture above, it's Regent Street!!! They have beautiful shops with beautiful sales.

It's a cupid up there near the circus!!

Gorgeous building

I love Lillywhites!!! This is where to get all the Lonsdale stuff!!

Random t-shirts sold by this shop. The best t-shirt I've seen is this one which shouts "Ipood" with a man leaning forward on a sitting bowl with his Ipod on.

It's a helium balloon flying up the sky!!

Westminster Abbey and White Hall

2008-07-05T04:41:00.002+08:00

Aiks. So much to blog about, but so little time. Because I have to share the laptop with 2 other people and I'm always the one squeezed out.So let's talk about Westminster Abbey.This church is simply beautiful. The architecture of the building inside out is just so amazingly beautiful.And you get to see all sorts of sculptures of famous people in there. Like William Wilberforce, Shakespeare and some other people who contributed to the country. Beautiful beautiful beautiful.But unfortunately, we went during the evensong, which is this time of devotion where people go there and thank God.And we're not allowed to take pictures in respect to the occassion. Other days, we'll have to pay a bomb to get in and take pictures.So I'm just posting all that I can get. Combination of pictures taken by me and my sister in the past.Oh, and the choir singing is just splendidly magnificent. Their angel-like voice echoing in the magnificent decorative hall. And only the male gender are singing!! The boys have really beautiful high pitch voice that even some girls can't reach.The altar is just bathed with gold. The abbey is huge and the priests and usherers are really friendly.

St Margaret's Church beside Westminster which pales in comparison

There you go. Westminster Abbey, the side view.

Wider sideview

Zoom-in of the side of the entrance

The side entrance

Zoom-in above of the door

The sides

The door

Lamp post near the entrance

One of the glass windows.

Westminster from afar and some random statue in front.

On the way northwest side of westminster, if you're facing the abbey [not the exact position according to the compass] is the White Hall which is their parliament.And very near the White Hall is house Number Ten, which is the Prime Minister's

A random statue somewhere. I think on the way to the Abbey. Very close by. I like his pose. Full of pomp and dignity

There you go. The White Hall.

Approaching the White Hall

Moving further back, some random building on the way to White Hall

There. House Number Ten.

The entrance to the house. What a pity, construction is going on in front of it.

Mr Brown's house address!!!

This is placed on the fence somewhere near Mr Brown's house along the way.

And that's quite about it for the first group of pictures I uploaded.

St. Martin's

2008-07-04T17:54:00.002+08:00

This church is beautiful.

The church view from The National Gallery

The altar

The side of the church

The back of the pew

The Gold Cross

Grr... I lost the video.

Trafalgar Square

2008-07-04T16:48:00.002+08:00

The long overdue pictures from the first week out here. Eh heh.

The overall view of Trafalgar Square

The National Gallery at the back. They have amazingly beautiful paintings in there.

The Fountain somewhere in the middle of the square. There are two actually

Some defence building on the northwest of trafalgar square

Odeon!! It's their cinema over there. Love the human graphics.

Ok, people, focus on the two red dudes behind, not this two fellas in front unfortunately

Arion on the dolphin's back

A different Arion on the dolphin's back. I think this is better. More macho. eh heh

That's all the pigeon that you've got now at Trafalgar Square. The government killed them all because they were once main carriers of the bird flu virus.

Enjoy the beautiful carvings!!

The zoom-in of the statue on the long long pole.

The doggie has been dressed up army style. But the balloon made it look gay.

Yes, dude, I took a picture of your baffling camera lense.

My sister went gaga over this two soldiers who just returned from Iraq. But unfortunately I just can't post this picture up. Dunno what's wrong. My mom, on the other hand was grinning at the sight of two very cute policemen. Ah, it's like Mrs Bennet and Lydia in the Merrytown Soldier's march in Pride and Prejudice. I'll load the picture if it works.

Wimbledon

2008-07-02T06:39:00.005+08:00

Wimbledon, today is just SIMPLY SIMPLY SPLENDIDLY TREMENDOUSLY MAGNIFICENT!!!It was a lot of fun, although the sun was scorching down on us.So, the day started with us queueing for almost 4 hours to get the tickets. And we ended up with only Court No.1 and not Centre Court. Sigh.I had to get up at 5 am to do all the breakfast and all. And the sister who is supposed to be doing it is nicely snoozing away on the floor. Eh heh. Until I told her it was 5.50 am and we have to get there as early as possible to get good tickets!!The night before Wimbledon was really fun. We were totally crazy.We went out to get frankfurters for tomorrow's lunch and sunscreen. I forgot to bring from home. And unfortunately, the local store near Camden was closed due to power failure.So, we hopped on a bus and went straight to Tottenham Court road which is about 10 minutes bus ride away. Without our parents' knowledge.Only to find that Boots pharmacy JUST closed and Sainsbury is on the verge of closing. Nope. We didn't get any sunscreen in the end.But during the 4 hours queue, we got lucky!!!Not only did we get bottles of Evian we got free sunscreen and picnic covers as well!! Well, thank God or we'll have to waste 11 pounds for a bloody sunscreen for a bloody day.The matches were awesome!!! Venus Williams is totally an amazon queen. Her war-battle cries reverberates off the stadium and her stomps and sudden surges shakes the earth.Her serve can kill a person. The velocity and power it has is really intimidating and almost frightening.We were lucky to be sitting 6 rows from the court to witness everything. It was a beautiful seat which was extremely near the court and behind the players and the umpire.I give credit to our South-east Asian player, Tamarine Tanasugarn of Thailand for such a great match against Venus. She was really consistent and she never gave up.In fact, all the players never gave up. When all hope seems lost to have a comeback they will suddenly break their opponent's serve and bring the game up to a deuce. I really salute these people and hope to be such a fighter.Enough of words said. Let's look at the pictures!!!

The court before the game

Venus and Tanasugarn... see the difference in height!!! Tanasugarn is 5' 7" btw. Venus is 6'1"

Venus

Tanasugarn

A very cute Italian boy who looks like an Angel

That's all the cloud that we've got

Nicole Vaidisova. My sis loves her.

Vaidisova serving. Love her long legs.

Miss Zheng Jie who won the match

Their beautiful uniforms exclusively by Ralph Lauren. Love their blazers.

Philip Petzschner. German player who serves lotsa awesome aces.

And the weather suddenly changes!!

The end of the doubles match. Petzschner lost. Sheesh.

The game was almost 4 hours.

At the end of the day, my eyes can practically pop out. I was there for 12 hours!!!

A tiring but awesome day nonetheless.

For more pictures, see it from my Facebook, which will be uploaded later.

Nine In The Afternoon

2008-06-26T22:56:00.003+08:00

Hello!!! Greetings from London.

So this is the short account of what has been happening to me so far.

The Packing
Was crazy. I packed the whole day of Tuesday and I didn't sleep at all!! Had to go to the airport at 6.30 am.

The Airport
was kinda packed. We miraculously saw a friend who was on the same flight with us.

The Flight
I have to give credit to Mr. Idris Jala. He totally gave MAS a facelift. The air-hostesses were really friendly and efficient. They gave a free-flow of drinks and the food was just glorious. It was really really good. A combination of Western and Malaysian food to keep the Malaysian image. And they don't serve cheap beer, they give Tiger and Heineken!!! How cool is that?? Of course I had my Heineken. =D Wanted to try Tiger but the number of hours for the flight just isn't enough. I have lost count of the number of orange juice I had. Oh, the wine is simply splendid. One sip and you'll have a whole blast of wine in your mouth. Good wine, good wine.

The movies in the plane was quite disappointing. But I don't care, because the drinks were good!! And the food too!! Love the salad. Oh, and I didn't sleep in the plane as well. Heh. Too many things to do. The music was Ok only.

The Airport at Heathrow
is really small. It's as long as the Sam building block and that's it. And, the people walk really REALLY fast. Stop halfway and they'll scold you or crash unto you. Carrying 38 kg luggage is NOT easy at all.

The Walk Home
was INSANE!!! We took the tube for about 1 hour and got off at King's Cross and we walked ALL THE WAY to Oakley Square. And don't forget, I have an 8 kg backpack on my back and I have to drag a 38 kg luggage and walk in the speed of light. No fun. No fun. And there are A LOT of roads to cross.

You know what's good?? They paint the direction on the road for you to look for traffic. Which is good or else a blur person like me will kena langgar until beyond recognition. Choi choi choi.
The house
is SERIOUSLY crammed. Walk in. Long and high staircase, wall. 2 Doors on that wall, and a small squeezed pathway to the left where there's our room and the 2 bathrooms. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less. The hall is the size of the lecturer's table area in our classrooms and next to it is the kitchen which is not any bigger. It is crammed crammed crammed. So, if me and my sis sleep in the hall, we're practically sleeping in the kitchen with all the utensils.

We're currently sleeping on the floor, Korean style. Let's see how long we can take it. Or we'll crash on the sofa/bed downstairs in the cocoon hall. But unfortunately, one of the housemates will bring her friends over. So the house will be like some Dragon Inn, bed and breakfast.

The Area
is full of Goths... and the Goths are TALL. The guys are 6 feet 4 and above and the girls are 5 feet 8 and above. And they love wearing platforms and skinny jeans. The best part is all of them are absolutely gorgeous. My favourites are the girl with bright blue hair and the couple I saw at Sainsbury. The guy was a 6 feet 6 dude with emo fringe and the girlfriend has red hair. Gorgeousness.

The Weather
Feels like Cameron Highlands. Minus the mist and the constant raining. I have to stop sneezing.

9 in the afternoon
It is 9 in the afternoon over here. 9 pm feels like it is still 6 pm. All bright and normal. I got a shock when my sis told me that it's already 9 pm. But we still went out for a walk and saw all the goths. Heh. It doesn't get dark over here until 10.50pm. It's so cool.

Vegetables and Fruits
Their vegetables are really really fresh. The garlic and onions are really crunchy when you cut them. Unlike Malaysia where the garlics and onions will start having fungal growth and it is not that fresh compared to over here. Oh, and their brinjals are really HUGE!!! Everything is huge over here.

I love the cherries, grapes and strawberries over here. Sweet and fresh.

Verbal Rape
I was verbally raped on the streets while we were walking at Camden. This Spanish dude who is shorter than me had the guts to walk up to me and ask "Can I touch your p****?" Sick dude. He's lucky I was walking really fast or I'll shove my fist down his throat!!! And Kuhan said that no one will randomly walk up to me. Ah, poor Kuhan, that dude has just proven you wrong!! But still, that sick guy, if I have a chance I'll drag him to a police or slap him hard on the face. Sick dude.

Anyway, that's so far for now. Will upload pictures soon. Going to the Wimbledons!!!

Domesticated Goddess who is Not Very Happy

2008-06-20T00:29:00.003+08:00

Ok, so for the past 3 days I have been a Cinderella in my own home.

It is not fun I tell you.

Because you do not have a kind-hearted and obliging Cinderella with big dreams, but one Bad-Tempered Debble, The Cinderella; whose temper is practically covered with smoldering cinders.

And Dad, No house is EVER manageable WITHOUT the need of a maid.

My entire 3 days is practically spent in the kitchen, starting the stupid stove which just won't start every now and then, chopping, washing, rinsing, and more washing every day.

Hence, I have boiled 2 pots [and I really mean HUGE POTS] of barley which can last us for... a week?? There are only the 3 of us at home. But no, we have to finish a pot in 2 days.

And I have to rinse, boil, heat, re-heat and put it in some place where the despicably irritating ants cannot reach even if they can swim.

So, I learnt how to boil barley. Which is a good thing but not if you have to do it EVERYDAY. And when you are practically demanded and ordered around like a waitress [and I am unpaid] fetching cups and bowls of barley up and down the house every now and then.

And, I had to cook dinner for 2 days. Cooking isn't bad. But it is the chopping and the cracking of the head on what to cook and the preparation that gets your blood boiling that the vegetables can cook in your hands.

My estimation is kinda bad. My dad said that my serving is American serving; which means a bowl for two. Well, Dad, at least you don't have to start grumbling about how the hawker people cut-short customers in their ingredients.

Mine can fill your stomach's content until it S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-S.

I decided to cook spaghetti on day 1 only to find that both freezers do not have a single drop of spaghetti sauce left. I am left with a 3/4 bottle of Maggi tomato sauce and a 1/3 bottle of Maggi chili sauce. The tom yam paste is as good as finished. Not forgetting that we have ran out of cheese.

And I cracked my own spaghetti sauce out of two Maggi bottles, with lotsa button mushrooms [normal mushrooms have ran out as well], onions, garlics, ginger,some carrot and celery. Oh, and beef too. Nope, there was no green pepper, olive oil, thymes or basil. So, the sauce is not very fragrant unfortunately. Nope, the garlic smell didn't overrule the sauce smell either.

I will say that the sauce is a little too tomato-ey for my liking. But the tomato-loving Dad loved the spaghetti. I think it's probably the awesome spaghetti that I am pro in cooking. Yes, when we cook, my sis cooks the sauce when there is the ready-made spaghetti sauce and I cook the spaghetti [I mean the noodles].

And... ehheh... I managed to make the sauce taste almost like the spaghetti sauce and not like the ketchup bottle sauce. Thanks to the two spoons of kicap [from marinating the beef] and the HUGE pinch of salt that I added.

Oh, and mind I tell you that cincang-ing the beef meat is not at all easy?? I tell you, sometimes, I just feel like picking that slab of meet and smashing it against the window. Oh, and we do not have any butcher's knife. The big one?? Uh uh.

My parents say that we do not have a use for it.

Well, I do now. To chop up that bloody slab of meat!!!

And if I don't cincang that slab of leather, we'll be tearing our poor teeth out of our gums in trying to chew that piece of leather. That cow of a butcher cheated my mom.

Oh, by the way, I had to cincang beef for two days. Because on the 2nd day of cooking adventure, no, the refrigerator was NOT restocked. All I had was a drawer FULL of vegetables and 2 more slabs of beef.

So, the 2nd day, I decided to cook beef noodle. Ok, it ended up as beef noodles. I wanted to just cook the Korean Ramee with lotsa ingredients but it ended up tasting as beef noodles.

Heheh. Because I followed my stomach.

Debble LOVES carrot soup with onions.

And so, Debble cried furiously while chopping the onions and got bored chopping the endless amounts of carrots. Not forgetting the impossible skinning of the ginger.

And I boiled those 3 things!!! Boiled and boiled and boiled until the cute little pot gave two hoots of steam shooting out of its "nostrils" while Debble's own nostrils were flaring while chopping up the remaining vegetables and beef.

And I dumped everything in after that. The Ramen, its ingredients and whatever vegetables I managed to chop up. And voila!! Beef noodles!!! [Me LOVED the soup!!!]

Yes, I am quite pleased with the beef noodles.

Thank God my aunt came to the rescue today by bringing a HUGE pot of fish porridge [which I ended up stomaching most of its contents]. Hence, I am ALLERGIC to fish porridge now. Just finished the last bowl while I am typing this post.

I tell you, my mom is NOT an easy patient at all. Dad was easier. Because all he had to do is gurgle his mouth with salt water and stuff two rolled-up tissues up his nostrils.

Mom on the other hand is complaining of her temperature, the headache, the nausea and the lack of energy to walk.

Haiyorr... gave her all the remedies from the experience that I had not so long ago but she just wouldn't take it. She didn't eat for the whole day during the 1st day and almost nothing as well during the next day. She only drank, ate and vomited barley.

Thank goodness she has stopped vomiting or I'll hang up all cooking utensils and go on a strike.

To all patients out there, you should be VERY THANKFUL that my ambition is not to be a nurse.

Because, I will not only be a spanking nurse, but an ill-tempered spanking nurse who will make dirty old men cry and be forever faithful to their wives while paedophiles will instantly get rehabilitation and beg for mercy. Probably get religious too.

Oh, not missing out the sweeping, the mopping and the laundry to be done.

I practically didn't sit at all for the entire day except when I go to the loo or whatever short time I had for meals.

Yup, what a lucrative way of spending my time after being free from A Levels.

p/s: The above drama has been dramatised with a slab of anger just for laughs. Nope, I wasn't angry but I was only glad to help and that I am not sick as well so that I can take care of my parents. Aww, sweet, but I really have to because we're flying off next Wednesday. Ok, not only because of that but because I love my mommy a lot!!! Well, my mom was really thankful and kept on chanting the phrase "Thank God I gave birth to daughters instead of sons".

Ok, the picture of the 2 meals that I managed to set up.

The Spaghetti

The Beef Noodles

Idling is Not My Thing

2008-06-15T23:24:00.002+08:00

Truthfully. Sincerely.

I can't accept the fact that I have nothing to do now.

No books to stash in the bag when I go to church or shopping.

When my mom is browsing through the store which I am not interested, I can't simply whip out a book like a magic wand for a nerd like I used to to pass my time.

Instead, I am forced to watch the people who walk by me.

I can't stand having nothing to do.

I think it's just A Levels.

Gave us so much of work to do. Filled up our brains most of the time.

That when we have nothing to do now, we don't feel comfortable.

Or probably it's because A Levels has robbed us of our freedom so significantly that when we finally get our freedom back, it makes us feel alienated and foreign with it.

We don't quite gel with freedom anymore.

Anyway, I pulled a muscle on my back. So I can't quite turn my neck to see the back of the car when I drive. Sheesh. And my shoulders felt like two stiff iron blades while I was shopping. And I was dead tired. Felt like my back's gonna break anytime soon.

Oh, and I have never been such a panda in my entire life.

I was seriously DEAD DEAD DEAD tired today in church. It's the first time I can hardly open my eyes.

I used to sleep 3-4 hours a day. But I can't seem to get enough of sleep now. I was half snoozing in church today. Hehe. Guilty.

And sometimes, I hate myself for not having enough guts. I shied away when I shook someone's hand in church today. Stupid. Stupid Stupid!!!!! I probably gave the dude a wrong impression/signal. Blargh.

Debble, Debble. Grow up and learn!!!

I think the tiredness is from the drag of the examination period. All the days and hours of pining and waiting for the final moment which marks the end of the examination period.

Oh, and thanks to a lot of events, I wasn't allowed to take a nap after the last Econs paper.

Why?? Because I was stuck in College for 2+ hours to sign up for the Reading programme. My mom was too lazy to go to college another day to sign up again. And the office just won't print my forecast results for me. And... and and and... the student central dude just won't let me sign up and get the forecast results from the office later. Hence, the waiting.

I reached home at about 5 pm. Hah. Awesome. I never rushed so much in my entire life. And I have never seen my mom do the makeup so fast in my entire life.

Oh, the best part was, my mom wanted to punk my hair up for me but in the end she realised that nothing can be done to my hair without making me look old/from space. The dress itself added some age to my look. And so, we ended up washing my hair after an hour of trying. Blargh.

And my sis, like a fly, just wouldn't go away. She insisted on seeing me on the webcam before I left.

And it was jammed!!!!! Well, it's handy to have a Dad who knows the entire KL at the back of his palm.

Nope, I didn't take much pictures during prom. Because, I was a loser without a camera. The camera is in London and the cow hardly uses it!!! Argh, then don't take it there!!! Leave it back here for me!!!!!

The prom was..... okay. It wasn't such a great deal for me. Because, it was kinda boring. All night I just walk about in my loooooonng dress which is quite inconvenient because I tend to step the back of it.

I have learned to accept the fact that one can never look perfect in pictures like how one wants it to be.

So, I'll just be daft with it and leave it be.

The food was kinda nice though.

It was quite frustrating that no one wants to dance with me!!! I mean, not literally with me larr... You know, like someone dancing along so that you're not alone in a sea of strangers. Aiyar, I don't mean partner dancing!!! Argh. Nevermind, I'll get all my chance during my last 2 weeks in London. I don't care. The cow is bringing me clubbing.

Guilty confession: I thought the strip dance performed by the two nominated Prom King was rather entertaining and funny. I don't mean in the dirty sense. The emcee's reactions were just hysterically hilarious and I admire those two guys' guts to do such a dance in front of everyone; especially in front of the lecturers.

Yes, Debble has a wild side. And I do not intend to let my mom see this wild side or I'll kiss Reading goodbye and say hello to dorky, boring, nerdy, kiasu, dead Singapore.

My enthusiasm for Singapore has fizzled out. Too lazy to stick around there for 5 years to finish Bar and all. And I don't wanna be there for another 3 years to pay back for the grant. I'll practically be Singaporean by the time I finish the law course over there and pay back for the grant. And no, I do not want to marry a kiasu Singaporean. And neither do I want to come back to Malaysia as a highly qualified woman with a biological clock striking rather than ticking.

Pardon the possible lack of updates in the future. I might be very busy packing. Because, I not only have to pack my bags, I have to pack my house too. After all the mess from A Levels. It's not obligatory, it's MANDATORY.

Especially if you have a pair of very huge and fierce eyes staring hard at you.

All the dream of going to the gym every day and having a nice sauna after that just vanished in an instant. Oh, not forgetting the chance to drive all over the place.

Ah, Mother, I want my gym and sauna!!!

p/s: I think this Fish-therapy thingy in the Thai fair near my area is just.... gross. Disgusting. Despicable. I will definitely not want to dip my feet in that aquarium of fish swimming all over your toes and apparently eating whatever fungal growth on your feet. EEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alright, gonna go asnoozing now in anticipation for Switzerland vs. Portugal later at 2.45 am.

Heh, I know what you're thinking. PANDA BEAR!!!

Oooh, I saw this really cute chipmunk soft toy with really huge eyes the other day!!! Fell in love with it instantly but my mom dragged me away. Said that I'm too childish. Chih.

Anyway, GO PORTUGAL, HOLLAND and ITALY!!!

~Lalalalala~ The mad football season [and fan] begins NOW!!!!!

It's the 90th Post!!!

2008-06-12T02:00:00.000+08:00

It is the 90th post for my 19th birthday!!!

[Lots of 9's.]

And being the controller of this blog, I shall.....

Dedicate this post to my belated birthday. And backdate the post.

Yes,

Happy Birthday Debble!!!

[Ok, a bit shock-sendiri here. HEh.]

My wish for this year... well, not so much of a wish anymore.

Fine, what I WANT for this year.

Me wants straight A's. Yup. In a gorgeous line.

The new Motorola Rokr E8. Heh. I shall save for it even if it means starving for 2 months. Anyway, I am quite sick of SS15 food now anyway.

And I'll be in SS 15, in the SAME BUILDING for my uni program. Signed up for the Reading program already.

And I shall persuade my sis to spare me some pitis every month as charity for a quite poor student since she's gonna start working. You know, just like sponsoring a child?? Hehe. Sponsor your lil sis!! Because "Charity begins at home" And accelerate the speed of me getting that BEAUTIFUL PHONE!!!

[You know, sometimes, I really wonder... will I be a lawyer buruk some day?? I'm getting pretty good in twisting stuff around and getting crappier.]

What else, what else??

I don't quite have to aspire to lose weight anymore because I will be losing weight with my mom and sis scheming against me [occasionally, my dad chips in] to deny me of the pleasures of glorious food slowly floating down my esophagus while every pore of my being sings with bliss and my brain cells do a little jig along with a flip.

My mom told me that I will be the main source of saving money in Europe while we tour. Because they will be cutting down my food and using the money for my food for other things. Sigh. Sacrifice, Debble, is the ultimate thing to do.

But I shall still eat all those delightful delicacies over there!!! I don't care!!! You can cut 3 days of my meal after that.

I've got my shoes already. Er, CLOTHES!!! I still need more clothes. Got quite a couple of new ones. =D

Oh, I want SKINNY JEANS!!! After I get back from Europe when I am supposed to be skinny. Oh, I do ADORE them. ~Sings for joy and admiration~

Get rid of my EYE-BAGS. My mom bought me this complimentary pair of panda socks [which apparently looks like me without my spectacles] for me to wear while I'm on the plane.

Hmm... On a scandalous note. I might want to know what it feels like to be drunk. As in, pissed drunk. Never tried it, never experienced it. And this is where curiosity kills the panda by breaking the shrub of the bamboo and handing the poor lil [ok, not so little] panda to the mercy of gravity at the acceleration of -9.82 ms^2.

A new bag!!! For uni. I kinda fancy this Nike bag. Heh.

Probably aspire to own my very first bottle of mascara. If I ever use it.

Ok. Enough rambling.

I need to tidur.

Shall update soon when these grumbling eyes are not so grumpy.

Nite! [Er, actually morning.]

Seriously, Cut The Crap

2008-06-10T18:37:00.003+08:00

I seriously can't stand the crap of:

Oh no, you must do this. Because you must be a good person.
Oh no, you must behave this way. You are so and so.
Oh no, you must not think this way. You must think like a saint.
Oh no, you must not say this kind of things. You must think about humanity.

Seriously, cut the crap of trying to be holier-than-thou.

If you are so judgemental, if you have such an idealistic mindset, well, keep it to yourself and remember that you will be judged as well.

Take Obambi for instance. He is totally hilarious.

Say something bad about Obambi, and you're discriminating and talking bad about his entire community. Do something against Obambi, and you are doing it towards his people.

Ah, seriously, why don't you just make Obambi your God??

Obambi is Obambi. You are you. Literature, does not apply in this area where if you kill one, you kill all. Sorry, there is no allegory in Obambi to represent the entire community.

You know what?

Quote: "If Democrats have brains, they will be Republicans."

I kinda agree with it.

All those endless ramblings about gay rights, abortion rights and sodomy rights. You wanna talk about humanity? Let's talk about humanity. Do you think it's humane to do all these anomaly against nature?? And you think that it is inhumane not to legally recognise these people?? Talk about irony. It is almost saying "Fair is foul and foul is fair". So at the end of the day, what is fair and foul?? Does humanity exist?

I don't quite think so.

Let's talk about something more down to earth.

Oh, I don't like her because she should be behaving this way and not that. Oh, what a shame, she does not live up to her name. Or, I don't like her because she doesn't like me clinging to her. I will move on because I don't need her anymore. I found someone better who will amuse me very much more than the boring her.

Isn't it typical of humankind?? To be so utterly judgemental and self-centered?

Well, to tell you the truth, I will rather shed these people from my life than have them in. Because they suck the life out of me.

I do not want to be a people pleaser. And neither am I obliged to be one.

Worse come to worse, I will just do what I did when I finished Form 5. Shed the skin, and start a new leaf. I don't need to carry on with old skin.

I don't care if you don't talk to me anymore. Because, I am quite sick of this judgemental community who censures everyone but themselves.

You make use of me because I was still of value, and when I am no longer of value and you have found someone else to replace me, you drop me like a hot bun.

Fine. Let me just say that if you drop me once, you drop me for good. No wonder you are in so much of emotional turmoil. Because it is impossible to please you. Because you never once bothered about how others feel.

Go ahead and chase the wind. I am just gonna stand by and watch.

I can only pray I will get an A for Literature. Apparently, Ms Anne said that Paper 5 will be even tougher since Paper 7 is considered as very approachable compared to previous years.

I am seriously sick of this world. Finding someone/something different from this world is rare. Because most people are so stereotype.

A Bad Day with A Bad Hair Day

2008-06-09T08:35:00.004+08:00

Today, is totally shitty.

My phone is out of credit.
The stupid machine at Asia Cafe ate 3 bucks of mine. And I'm obliged to buy the reload there no matter what. Because my money is in there in the retarded account. And they don't give any change.
Mac Centre does not wanna sell me just the objective answers for Economics.
The Tom Yam stall is closed at AC
I am fined 14 bucks by the Library
I only have 14 bucks left this month. Went splurging big time yesterday at KLCC
My hair is uncontrollable.
I am stuck here in college until 11 am when my mom wakes up and decides to pick me up. [Not forgetting the customary wait of at least 30 minutes for her to arrive]

I even tried the desperate measure to get the answers from Othilia only to wake her from her beauty sleep. Thank God she was not an angry bitch picking up the phone.

Life is such a bitch. When will it be better??

I have to start on King Lear and Nun's Priest. Paper 7 too.

And this is when the cliche goes: "So much to do, so little time"

Yesterday was kinda frustrating as well.

Saw this AWESOME fuchsia Nike tennis shoes. It was absolutely beautiful. And there's a 10 % off!!

But they don't have my size. In the entire store, there is not a single shoe from Nike that has my size.

Talk about discrimination against people with unwanted long/big feet.

It's so unfair. My sister is almost the same height with me, slightly shorter, but she's only a size 6. And there's size for her for every gorgeous pair. Too bad she's still in London.

She is so lucky. She gets to go for Chris Tomlin's concert, go for a picnic, go shopping all over the place [There is an awesome sale for Topshop there now.] and go for the UN peace conference.

And I am stuck at home doing MCQs and I do it everywhere I go as well. I do MCQs even while I shop.

It was kinda awkward at the store there where I was buying my shoes. Because this guy from my church [whom I have never talked to but seem to know] is working there. He ignored me, I ignored him. And my dad just has to be the tremendous one to ask him for assistance.

Well, in the end, after walking the entire KLCC, I found 2 pairs of shoes. Almost got a sneakers from Everlast but failed.

I got a raspberry pink Nike shoes and another black Le Coq Sportif shoes. My mom can't stop laughing at my rooster shoes. It was so humiliating when she asked the counter fella if they give free rooster soft toys.

Almost didn't get to buy those shoes as well. The network line for credit card there was really bad. We had to pay cash in Madame Kwan's.

I don't like the new Isetan at KLCC. They don't have MNG there anymore. And the clothes there are not as good as before. And they shifted the shoes section down to the same floor with the ladies' department. The upper floor is strictly for perfumes, lots of handbags and with the exception of DKNY, BCBG Maxazria, LeSportSac and Ralph Lauren.

Oh, and there was a wire fuse in Isetan's top floor. 3 levels was covered with smoke.

Thank God my mom and I managed to drag my dad there. It was the last day of sales for most of the stores. Phew. [Breathes a word of thankfulness.]

I am broke from going to Kinokuniya. Bookshops are the easiest places to splurge I tell you. [For me at least] Sometimes, I just feel like getting a part-time job there and while I'm working there, read every single story book on the rack.

My sis encouraged me because I seem to have a knack for wrapping books. So maybe I can be a salesgirl wrapping books and when there are no customers, I sneak a book to read. If you were to see me there, please pretend that you don't know me. Thank you.

Isn't it funny that when we are in a situation, we seem to think that things are tremendously awful but when we actually sit down, reflect and think/type about it, it seems almost insignificant and trivial.

It's just another mundane human being's rambling about the boring routines of life. [Or at least mine]

Please, please let the nightmare of A Levels end FAST!!! I want my freedom so that I can chill out big time. [Even if it's with my mom.]

Until then, ~Ta~

The Truth

2008-06-07T21:15:00.004+08:00

Alright. Let me tell you the truth.

The truth is, once upon a time, I used to speak perfect Mandarin.

But somehow, life has led me to hate the obstinate Chinese traditions.

Hence, I tried erasing all traditional elements in me.

I eventually succeeded. I can't even order chinese tea in mandarin now.

Call me a traitor, someone who forgets one's origins, but you cannot blame me.

Because traditional Chinese ways has led my life into a total mess.

With all the stupid protocols and proceedings. Some of them are absolutely not needed in this modern setting. Like the importance of having a son in the family. Ah, Fuck Off!!

My life is a complete shitty experience.

I hate attending, being there for weddings and funerals, especially from my dad's side because they are totally traditional.

Because there will be a scene, an embedded bad memory and a scar in the soul every time I attend these stupid ceremonies.

I hate looking forward to Chinese auspicious days, I hate following the superstitions and I hate being censured for being different.

And I absolutely hate how some traditional Chinese people behave.

And the one thing that I ultimately hate the most.

My Chinese Name.

If you were to know what I go through with all these stupid traditional chinese ways, you will not blame me for behaving like this and you will join me.

I may be trying to erase my identity. But what I really want is a change, a leap away from the ordinary traditional ways.

Yes, I am very rebellious.

And yes, I am extremely emo lately.

What Happened to the Child

2008-06-07T20:37:00.000+08:00

The child stares ahead of the field
Thinking and aspiring to build
Something magnificent on this beautiful and vast land
Building a determined architecture which is hard
To bend.

The child happily hops around the land
With high hopes that everything which is to pend
Will be something tremendous to behold.

Dreaming, the child slips and falls
Sitting, her emotions are in a stall
Realising, that she has been awakened from
Dreaming, Reality hits hard with one swift slap.

The secret lock of her heart breaks
Bursting open a treasure of dark memories
Which has so long haunted her soul
They spew out uncontrollably.

The child opens her mouth
For any sound, anything to come out
But the child remains mute
Staring blankly at her own reflection
At the empty gaping throat
Because all expressions have been transferred
To the invincible bleeding heart.

The child can only recoil
Desperately trying to push all the dark heirlooms back in

In this desperation
The outer adult builds a strong invincible impenetrable wall
With a key in hand,
Locks the child in a new plain box
Along with all the emotional turmoil
And drops the key in hand
Into the vast ocean
Where it can never be found again.

So ancient now and impossible to find
Is that plain box
To fill in the vacuum
In this adult's soul.

For this child was her everything
Her emotions
Her zest for life
Her free happiness
Her determination.

She is left with an empty shell
To carry on with life
Pacing formlessly
On the dark, long and winding road

Useless Lump of Mobile Clay??

2008-06-04T23:00:00.004+08:00

I feel so worthless and useless sometimes.

While others are really hardworking and memorising and slaving away with their books, I am taking my own sweet time to read stuff, chill out, watch telly, sleep, bum around and later do last minute cramming.

I am wasting my brains, talents and capabilities. Wasting my time. Wasting all of my effort in the entire 1 1/2 years of college in getting a good foundation of my studies. Wasting my parents' money. Wasting the lecturers' time. Wasting the examiner's time marking. Wasting a spot in Taylors.

So what if I can absorb and understand things really fast?? And be really argumentative and analytical??

I did not study as hard as I should have for the Finals. I did everything last minute.

12 hours of study for Contract
4 hours for Literature Paper 3
14 hours for Tort
8 hours for Economics

Question: Can I make it through this Final Examination??

I know I have so much more capacity to excel. If only I have pumped in more effort and discipline. Had I done it, I would have soared.

Although I answered everything that I wanted, everything that was relevant, and everything that was sufficient for an A; yet it was still not my best although I covered all relevant problem areas.

I know I had the capacity to be able to memorise the entire two Law textbooks if I could have made myself sit and study. And I would be able to pour everything out in the exam hall in a jiffy along with concrete arguments.

I did produce good arguments [according to me]; yet there is this nagging feeling that it was not good enough. It was not perfect enough.

I knew that I would have been able to nail Economics straightaway if I had studied throughout the weekend rather than go shopping. I would not have to rush for the last essay.

The funny thing is. There is this certain calmness, peace and non-weary feeling in me. It is a good thing, but it unnerves me at times.

Am I so numb towards studying and life or is it because I actually did do well for my Finals??

I know that all of my answers are relevant and quite thorough.

But is this enough??

Will I get straight A's and get an offer from NUS??

I cannot predict the future. But I can only place my hope, faith and trust in God that everything will unfold by itself graciously and turn into a blessing.

I hardly studied for UPSR, PMR and SPM. And yet, I excelled.

Dear God, let me excel just this once more. You are my last hope. And I can only place my trust in You.

What happened to the old me who used to be really driven to study?? Who could sit for 3 whole weeks before the examination just to study?? I was a total bitch at that time.

Has becoming a better person in nature dampened my drive to study??

Have I settled down to such complacent comfort that I have come down to this?

I need answers. Am I being a total over-driving perfectionist who is too hard on herself??

Air Pump Please?

2008-06-04T09:21:00.003+08:00

So after Contract, I became deflated and actually just threw everything and started playing around.

Consequently, I had to rush reading Little Governess for Paper 3 [Thank Goodness it was Indiscreet Journey that came out]

I had to sleep for only 3 hours when Tort Law was arriving. It was Torturous Law.

But I think I did quite ok despite acute time constraint. I should be able to get at least a Band 4 for my 3rd essay or better still, even higher!!!. I am hoping...

You think my deflation for Tort is bad??

Well, for Economics 4, I practically didn't study during the weekends, bumming around and I went shopping!!!

It was not an option anyway. I had to start shopping for stuff for the hols and I'll have to do it before all the good stuff on sale gets sold off!!

I am contemplating on buying Sketchers' shoes. Any advice or tips on it? Is the shoes comfortable to walk in?? I don't wanna end up throwing the shoes out of frustration when I walk halfway around the globe. Michelle K designs are kinda cool.

And come Econs day, I woke up 8 hours before the exam and started SERIOUS CRAMMING.

For once, I felt some adrenaline pumping and some stress factor.

Well, my last essay was in point form. Only had 10 minutes for that one. I should get at least half the marks right since the lower bands are for serious confusion where they show nuts bout understanding the question and all?? Dearest, CIE, please don't be so mean. Just accept the fact that your data question was totally from another galaxy and we needed more time deciphering what the hell you want from us in the question because it seems to be all over the place!!! Between Macro and Micro!!! Talk about madness!!

And so now, I need an air pump and someone to pump me up for the next 3 papers.

Ooooh, I have the prom tickets by the way. Collect it from me during Literature paper ok?? For people on the 2nd table, I am sorry to say that you will have to wait until Jean makes up her mind and pays up or we get a substitute. Anyone interested [Yes, I am talking to you Ms Christine Tay], feel free to just let me know and you shall expire Jean's contemplation period.

A quick tip of how to go down the staircase really quickly. Like about 7 steps at one go.

Close your eyes and step down by faith.

Why do I have such happy habit of slipping at the staircase. It is like, what, the 5th time?? I was down 7 steps in a twinkle of an eye. More like in the flash of light.

Anyway, I am a happy woman.

I really do hope that we will be taking the Eurorail and going to all over the place where I can go to Madrid, Milan, Salsburg, Prague, Budapest, Munich, Brussels and not go on some crap tour where all I constantly visit are museums and castles. I don't mind backpacking and living on the train for a month. [Dear me, please do not think of this as mission make others envy or mission brag till your face burst.]

I can't wait to fly away.

And after that let time stop.

I don't wanna come back and do the Reading programme actually, to be honest.

I want my gap year!!!

Anyone going to Reading?? Let me know. I am all alone currently.

p/s: If you are wondering how come this night owl is blogging at such an early time in the morning, well, my dad woke me up to be his secretary. He is a lucky man to have a computer genius for a daughter and not some bimbo who don't even know what a computer function is. [No, I'm not talking about Eilene. Eilene is fine now. In fact she's kinda good in computers now!!]

Random Old News

2008-05-29T14:13:00.002+08:00

My sis received a Wimbledon T-Shirt as a surprise gift from this dude.

And my mom pronounced the shirt as Bimbodon.

I thought yesterday's Literature Paper 3 was good.

Contract. Well, I only had 10 minutes for my last question.

I cut my hair!!! It's short. Aye aye!!

Yesterday was the last straw. I was waiting for the train when the wind blew and my hair was ALL OVER my face in a second. And it was stuffy and hot!!

What a hassle.

So when my mom called, I told her I'm chopping my hair.

And she gladly drove me there to chop my hair.

I feel so much lighter and brighter now.

Bye bye poofy hair which puffs up like some fried lace ruffles.

I am getting my dress!!! The one that I described, Sammie!!! Yay!!!

It's back to Tort now.

I need to stop sneezing.

Morbid Bird's Thin Tune

2008-05-23T18:36:00.006+08:00

I am feeling rather morbid these days.

[I'm sorry, I know that I am not supposed to type any more emo posts in this blog after the other blog was forced to shut down but I just can't help it. Please do not feel offended because there are elements of spirituality here. If you do not want to read it, it's ok.]

I just don't have any drive to study or to do anything but rot with my music and my thoughts.

Call me complacent. But I really do not have any drive to study at all.

My mom's nagging. My dad's putting pressure by asking how I am progressing. My sis chases me away everytime I wanna talk to her.

Somehow, I feel isolated. As if the people that I know only talk to my brains rather than me. [No offense. I am not referring to anyone in particular. And please, don't feel paranoid that you are that person. This is just a random feeling. - and NO, I am not PMS-ing]

I am having this paranoid feeling that when A Levels ends, that's it. I will be alone in this world again apart from my family and my childhood/school friends.

Sometimes, I feel like reaching out to friends who are in need. But the gates are usually shut tight and I just do not know how to open it.

I am being reminded every single sodding day that there is some kind of disaster out there in the world; as if indicating that the world is coming to an end.

In my dream, I saw a smaller mini-me version of me. But that version was small, vicious with a face as pale as snow; cocking me a crooked grin with a slanted head-position. It was truly ugly. It looks like it is demonised.

My mom tells me that I need to get my spiritual life right. The truth is, my spiritual life is rather cold these days. I am no longer that little girl who was so on-fire anymore. Somehow, I don't quite feel God in my life as much as I do when I was younger. Yes, I am aware that without Him, I might probably be dead when the speeding bus once missed me by a foot after I leaped and when the snatch-thief was in action at the lonely alley.

I used to feel Him all around me and see how He make my life a miracle. Everyday was a miracle. I was driven, I was good in what I did. I was on top of the food chain.

I feel all alone now. I strife to get connected to Him once again. But somehow, the more I try, the more I realise how much I have neglected Him. And unfortunately, I do not have time to atone for that now with A Levels breathing down my neck every second of the day. The only time when I feel connected is when I start singing. It felt really great. But I can't do it all day. I have to study.

Dear God, from the bottom of my heart, I know that I am very far away. It feels like the fear of having a wall in between which blocks me from You has become a reality. And just like in the game The Sims 2, that's when my aspiration goes tolling to a red negative number. But I pray that You will be the ever-patient waiting Dad to wait for me to get back. Do not forsake me and pass me by when I am already in this pit of depression. The truth is, I just do not know how to get back. I am far too materialistic and complacent to give up things now. Wait for me while I sort this out?

I am always tired these days. The prom table is quite a hassle. One minute, we have an over flow, solved with an extra table, then we didn't have enough people and the nagging fear of having to pay for the vacant four seats, and now, the table is overflowing with four extra people again. It was forcibly sorted out.

The only great thing which happened to me lately is David Cook and Leona Lewis. Cook's songs and singing really gives hope to me that the music world is not only made up of disastrous songs and wannabe singers. Leona Lewis [I didn't know that she is the winner of X-Factor]; apart from her song Bleeding Love which makes my ears bleed, I love her song Footprints in the Sand. I love her songs. Soulful with awesome vocals. But I can't stand a few of her R&B songs.

I was really paranoid that Cook won't win due to Cowell's comments. I thought he was rather good. But in the end, thank goodness America came to their senses and voted the better performer, Cook rather than the almost-lullaby Archuletta. Archie has an awesome voice, I admit it, but he just does not have that little extra to make his singing appealing and entertaining. His cover for "Imagine" by John Lennon was good; but not as good as Cook's covers for Lionel Richie's "Hello", Roberta Flack's "First Time Ever I Saw Your Face", The Beatles' "Eleanor Rigby". Aerosmith's "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing" wasn't bad. Leona Lewis' cover for Roberta Flack's is awesome as well.

My mom has finally consented to let me go for prom and do the Reading Law program with the option of NUS if I still absolutely wanna go. That, has in a way made me slightly more complacent; but do I really wanna do Law for the rest of my life??

I love what I do in Law. I love the analysing, the arguing, and the ecstatic feeling when I have given a good argument.

But at the back of my head nagging is a Degree in Music. My mom and sis has been trying all this while to encourage me to do Music but I declined it. I love Music; but the question is do I really have what it takes to be a good musician?? I definitely do not want to be a pathetic "just another piano teacher" unfortunately. I want something better. Probably be a song composer in the US [my mom will kill me because she'll miss me like crazy] or be an orchestra player. Or probably be involved in mainstream music industry.

But I have one problem. I can express music in my head and in singing but I can't express it outwardly in playing.

And I only got my pitching back lately. Not nearly as perfect as before but better.

I'm just really paranoid now. I should stop thinking.

There's this gathering in my house now anyway. Need to be the gracious host's daughter.

~Ta

Law & Madness

2008-05-15T16:32:00.002+08:00

I have not realised how heavy Law is until I reached Remedies in Contract. Not forgetting Mistake.

And Elliott & Quinn's book is seriously irritating me.

Please do take note on mistakes in page 158 under the Unfair Terms in Consumer Contracts Regulations 1999 where it states that this Regulation takes into account of succession, family law and incorporated and organisation of companies.

The Regulation does NOT cover such contracts. [Because neither of them have anything to do with consumers and the Regulation shouts out CONSUMERS.]

The notes in the lecture slides are the ones which is right.

Which means Elliott & Quinn is not exactly accurate for Contract and I find that in Tort Law, they seem to become rather emotional after a while especially when they are arguing about some decision which is rather harsh.

Then again, Elliott & Quinn is just to help a person understand the outlines of the law.

Conversely, it is confusing me.

To my surprise, I find that Tort is much easier to absorb compared to the dead boring Contract which has 101 guidelines and exceptions and not forgetting, contrasting precedents which needs to be distinguished.

And arguing for A2 is so not easy. It is not like English Legal Systems where you partially vomit and then you justify whether the current law is just or not.

Can I be a dropout??

I'm considering it.

The Ebrary on the other hand is very unfriendly.

I can only print one document and after that all succeeding documents will be lagging until all of your skin sag with anger and they will finally give you a very cheerful pop out which says:

"Sorry. The Document is unable to load."

Urgh.

SO much to read, so little time.

I should have taken Christine Yap's combination of subjects but I'll do Maths, Literature and Law.

Then I don't have to worry so much about having to read Economics and I don't have to lay eyes on that despicable subject ever again.

I am tired, fatigued and stressed out.

Freak out sometimes during the night when there is an overdose of adrenaline and hence, I'll be up until the wee hours of the morning.

And that's when my beautiful eyebags will come out.

Such sandbags to carry.

I am so stressed out that I do not know the time.

And I am denied of having to celebrate with beer. I had orange juice instead.

You see?? Examinations suck the life out of you.

I am HUNGRY!!!

On a food binge due to depression and after that, I'll be even more depressed and go into starvation.

I need $$$ too.

I'm sorry but this is a post of Randomity with a lot of random thoughts and peeves.

Speaking about Rotting

2008-05-12T09:44:00.002+08:00

Well, it takes about 3 days for a body to decompose. And I will say that is pretty fast.

But not as fast as some computers in college.

Well, I'll say that the Taylor's computer in the computer room in the library can practically give you time to grow a beard [whether you are male or female] and probably turn your entire head white just like Lear in Akiro Kurosawa's version in Ran.

Not forgetting that the room turns into a sauna after a while.

Gosh, this computer is so peevish.

I'm trying to look for the call number for past year papers but I can't seem to do anything because this computer works at the speed of grass growing in the desert.

p/s: I thought Akiro Kurosawa's version of Ran was rather awesome.

I was really heartbroken when Saburo died. It's so quick, serene and almost divine.

Speaking about bimboism, I think I'm catching the fever from Cindy and my sister is rubbing off on me.

Not forgetting my mom.

My mom was the sweetest mom yesterday. She was so so nice.

Because I reminded her that it was Mother's Day.

She was totally blur when I wished her and gave her a hug in the morning.

This short little "break" from studying contract is doing me some good afterall.

At least I am concentrating more than when I was staring at the sodding "Innominate Terms" and Hong Kong Fir Shipping Co Ltd v Kawasaki Ltd.

Swiche joye and blis is sturdyinge.

Library Makeshift

2008-05-04T18:02:00.005+08:00

I find that I can only study in the library.

And so, turn my room into the library atmosphere I did.

I personalised the cow's working space into my own one.

The only difference with the library is that:

1. I have bleeding bright yellow lights instead of white ones.
2. My room doesn't smell like the library
3. I can control the temperature of my room
4. The bed is 5 feet away
5. My chair is more comfortable and it's yellow in colour as well. >.< [yes, my room is bleeding bright thanks to my mom and sis]
6. I don't have a cute lil pet of a cockroach running about and even visiting me on the table top.

Yup. I have evidence of the cockroach in the library. [I'll upload it later.]

You know what? I have a bleeding hatred for Leona Lewis's Bleeding Love.

Gosh, that song is seriously overrated.

I am currently totally in love with Paramore.

Swung back to rock from ballads again.

I really want the exams to end really soon.

But I need to study before it ends.

p/s: I don't think I am going to the prom.
And, you can download BBC's King Lear Audio from Ares. I'm downloading the movie too!!

I love P2P file sharing.

Free From Pinches!! Momentarily

2008-04-24T22:24:00.003+08:00

Hah!!

I am free!!! From the bundles of the moot which has been pinching my ass lately.

And yes, for almost 2 years, I have been free from pinches courtesy of my sister.

But that freedom will be robbed soon.

Because I'll be meeting her soon.

Ah, the bliss of it.

We're gonna have kick-ass time together, hanging out and being mad girls catching after concerts and premieres and plays.

And if, in the event that we are broke, we shall visit churches for free entertainment to listen to their evensong. Sis was crazy about the evensong in Westminster.

[And probably volunteer to be ushers to get free shows] - We're poor students you see. Our parents won't be there by that time.

But I think having them there for 1 1/2 months with us is quite enough.

It is time for a little scandal and fun by working and running around without luxury.

I'm weird. I find fun and amusement in being a normal person without any luxury. You can say that I am uncontented and unappreciative of comfort, but I would like to look at it as trying to strike a balance.

Nope, I don't intend to have my arse pinched in a club.

I might go just to look around but not gonna succumb to pinching in any way.

I don't get it, why can't they just keep their hands to themselves and not grope girls who just wanna have fun for once??

Do we girls have to go to the extent of manufacturing ass-shields made out of stainless steel just to have fun??

Oh, to look at the bright side, we'll have uber firm arses!!!

That is if the steel doesn't droop down [due to its weight] and make us look like we have sagging arses.

Alright, enough of madness.

I need to pinch myself to wake up.

I live in a dazed fantasical world where there are no examinations.

But the truth is, there ARE examinations!!!

And coming real soon too!!!

Ah, no matter how much I rant and grumble about examinations, fighting and rioting for the rights of abolishing examinations, I will still have to go through it first.

Who knows?? I'll probably be the lady version of Lord William Wilberforce (the 1st) to abolish examinations in the world today. [He abolished slavery in England]

Hey, examination is a conventional form of slavery - to books.

Break these shackles [with a jumbo size sledge-hammer], set me free.

The coolest quote I've heard [more like read] of:

"Women hate wars. The only blood that they spill is period"

~Nisha Minhas~ chic lit author [whose books are really vulgar but hysterically funny and cool]

Daresth Ye Purge

2008-04-23T22:44:00.000+08:00

We had a meeting for moot in Starbucks today to brief Mark on our arguments.

After all was said, we started speculating.

What if, just what if, one of us falls sick??

If Nicholas gets food poisoning??

This is what happened [roughly]:

Nicholas: So what if I suddenly start purging??

Mark: Oh, don't, please, don't. I'll buy you diapers.

Nicholas: Wear diapers??

Debble: Imagine if suddenly, in the middle of his speech...

Nicholas: [Acts] My Lords, My Lady..... [silence] [face contorts]

Mark: Debble will be the first one to pinch her nose.

Nicholas: No, the whole DR2 will. And probably we will have the technician spray air-freshener every now and then.

Gosh, what a moot it will be.

The Rock in Your Head

2008-04-22T22:18:00.000+08:00

Imagine the skin of a cow

Stretch it.

And with that skin surrounding an enclosed area, have rock music playing in it.

No, not rock 'n' roll.

I'm talking about Heavy Metal.

In fact, make it Pantera.

Yes, all the banging and thumping against the skin of the cow.

As the music rises, the temperature shoots up.

Stretching the limit of the skin even further.

That was what my head felt like.

I was having the worst headache of my life, with very high fever and gastric for the whole day.

It was no joke.

And I still had to think for the moot.

Which made the thumping in my head worst.

I'm so glad I don't have to pass up the bundles today.

I would like to say "Thank you" to those around me who were so understanding.

Break Free, SOAR!

2008-04-21T22:22:00.000+08:00

This is the time
For conventionalism
To be broken
For captived thoughts
To break free
For the flutters in the heart
To be sung out LOUD

Why walk in the shadow
Of someone else?
So what if the person is good?
Why confine yourself to that person?
Why hide from yourself?

Break free,
SOAR!
Break loose
From the struggling flutter
Of an insecure fowl
Soar!
With confidence and preciseness
Of a determined eagle

And at the end of the day
Walk the line
Not the shadow

You'll be surprised
That you have more capabilities
Than you can ever
Imagine
Where Imagination
Is stretched
As far as the horizon.

Walk the line.
Break free.
SOAR.

The Near-Murder of The Non-existent Brother

2008-04-20T19:00:00.000+08:00

I dreamt that I killed the baby brother that I never had.

His name was Peter.

I called him Pete and kissed him adoringly quite frequently.

He was really really cute.

He looks exactly like me and he smiles and laughs a lot.

He was about 8 months old.

I left him in the car and went to college.

Yet besides my negligence, he smiled when I got back to the car.

He was hungry.

I went all over the place to look for food for him.

No, there wasn't any foodstall opened in the mall and I was walking and running on soggy ground.

He slowly turned pale and his eyes became puffy.

My mom said that I am reading too many storybooks/crime thriller books/watching too much of tv.

But some part of me tells me that there is more to the dream.

Perhaps, the baby brother was the other half of me which completes me.

The part of me which I was supposed to nurture and to feed with food, love and attention.

That part of me was waiting patiently for me and ever forgiving towards me, waiting for me to turn around and come back.

I neglected it for far too long and it is fading away.

Is it my faith or my soul??

Or the character in me which I failed to weave into the tapestry of my personality??

What "Little" Pleasures

2008-04-19T22:53:00.003+08:00

What little pleasures of life
Which fades like a badly dyed red cloth immersed in water.

I drank Heineken yesterday.

And now I know why they say that Carlsberg sucks.

Heineken sends you to the seventh heaven.

It was glorious!!!

Love the after-taste of it!

And I woke up really groggy this morning.

And I was spacing-out when Nicholas and Mrs Ong were talking.

I'm sorry. I was seriously groggy.

But I promise to work hard. Tomorrow.

Because I really need to catch up with my sleep now from this series of nightmares that I get lately.

I'm supposed to sleep really well after that pint of beer.

But I get nightmares instead.

Ah, pleasures of life

Which only lasts at the moment you have a taste of it.

And after that, a foul-taste is left in your mouth.

~Women love deeply, men love silently. That's where the conflict arises.~

Benefits of Long-Sightedness

2008-04-18T21:49:00.004+08:00

The results slip reached my letterbox today.

Being the dutiful daughter, I passed it to my mom and she asked me to open it.

When I opened it, my face went numb.

I forgot about the whole number of absent days being printed there too.

My mind went blank.

And my mom went to get her reading glasses.

I just love faded prints.

My mom saw the 3 for a 0.

And she proudly said: "You weren't absent even for once. Good!!"

*BIG GRIN*

No, I didn't tell a lie or anything. I just did not answer

=D

Bearer of Grave News

2008-04-17T12:56:00.000+08:00

In the world today, there are:
1. Cup bearers [I think they still exist]
2. Grave diggers
3. Funeral service conductor
4. Coffin bearer

I, on the other hand, is the bearer of grave news.

Alright people.

Please notify your pals that we are only restarting college on Tuesday which is 22 April 2008.

[Yes, we're going back to college] >.<"

Not enough rest?? I think so too.

Or maybe you're too restless??

I need longer holidays although I practically do nothing at home but rot or do some mooting stuff.

And so, it appears that we all generally did badly for our trials.

Met our dear lecturers during the hols [Yes, I'm a geek to be in college] and:

1. Like I said previously, most people did badly for Law.

2. Mrs Grace said that Economics was generally badly done as well. The highest is a B from PL3.

3. Our Chaucer is generally bad too.

[I'm sorry, but I do not have any other news from other lecturers.]

Sigh. I really have to work really hard now.

Even if it means I will get beautiful panda eyes which makes me look like I have swollen eyes and face.

The Injured "It"

2008-04-17T11:08:00.002+08:00

It stared ahead
Eyes bleary
Mind empty
Core bleeding.

They stab
Frustrate, and injure
They steal
Joy, Love and Happiness.

Depression, like a menacing fiend
Sipped in
Melancholy hovered above like a thuderous cloud
They stayed put
They refused to budge
They added weight to
The weightless it.

It refused to move
It refused to float.

It was so bashed up
By words and expectations.

It is not an object.
It is your soul.

Pathetic "Heroine"

2008-04-15T18:18:00.004+08:00

I thought that I can be the wonderful little daughter to not spend money to buy another Microsoft Office programme when there's already one but currently residing in London.

I thought I can be a heroine to be able to survive with WordPad.

No, I'm suffering miserably.

Can anyone be so kind as to lend me the Microsoft Office 2007 programme??

I'm kinda desperate here.

Totally can't survive with WordPad. That programme is so irritating.

I will only tolerate it when I absolutely have to. But not for too long.

Turned out that actually, my laptop was perfectly fine.

It was the wifi with virus which hence, caused my laptop to shut down again and again like that "fateful" saturday in SS15 when Cindy started blaming me for transferring virus to her laptop.

Aiks. And I reformatted the entire laptop. >.<

I knew I will have to endure with the cranky old setting but I just couldn't.

It was either suffer without Microsoft Office or suffer with lagging laptop.

And I chose the former.

To look at the bright side, I get spanking new settings with awesome programmes now.

I'm such a computer freak.

Guilty

2008-04-14T10:25:00.003+08:00

I am guilty of.

Buying another storybook.

The Waitress.

Nanny was an awesome book. Can't stop laughing.

On the other hand, I am broke.

So much for wanting to save up money.

Looking at my collection of DVDs, if... IF only I didn't buy them, I will probably have RM1500 in cold cash now.

Which means I can either buy a new spanking phone or a touchpad now.

>.<"

My guilty pleasures are seriously disturbing

p/s: I have another problem. Where am I gonna chuck all of my DVDs?? My mom thinks that they are all borrowed.

I can't possibly throw them all away like what my sis does. I am not her and yes, the DVDs mean a lot to me.

Can I resell them perhaps??

Happy and Not Happy

2008-04-14T09:41:00.004+08:00

It's alive!!!!!

My laptop is now alive and even better!!!

It kicks ass now!

Reformatted the programme and it is now fine.

Tee hee.

You know what's worrying??

I can sit in front of the computer all day without moving just to repair it.

I can watch tv all day too!!

I can listen to my mom crap all day.

I can do anything all day... except STUDYING.

Damnations.

You know what's the ultimate sodding pisser??

PLANETSHAKERS WAS RIGHT THERE IN MY OWN CHURCH AND I DID NOT SODDING KNOW IT!!!

BLARGH!!!

It was the launch of this Alpha programme for the whole of Malaysia and it was done in my very own church. [I'm proud =D]

It was on Saturday at 7.00 pm and I only found out about it on Sunday 12 pm when the Director of the Programme [from UK and looks like Tony Blair] spoke during the adults service.

Why am I such a sodding dork to be attending the adult service and not my own college service??

Simple. No transport. No permission.

Why didn't JoSaw tell me??

Urgh!!!

Nevermind. It was packed with over 3000 people. I would be sardin had I been there and probably smelling everyone's BO while jumping.

Why do I resolute to acceptance so soon??

I do not know how more paradoxical I can get.

Stupid Ram

2008-04-12T17:36:00.003+08:00

Ok, I'm not talking about ram the animal, ram.

I'm talking about effing computer RAMs.

Bloody laptop ram, it just has to crash and give way the moment I am geared on to study.

How am I gonna do my moot now??

This is so sodding pissy.

My laptop just won't start properly.

Effing RAM.

It's the same bloody SAMSUNG Ram with my dinosaur desktop computer and this bloody ram has stopped production.

And I can't find a way to change the RAM!!! I found a way to take off the keyboard... but not the RAM.

I can't go through the backway because I don't have the effing appropo screwdriver.

Argh. I am so so so pissed off.

Frying Brains

2008-04-09T16:19:00.007+08:00

In this world, there has been a history of

1. Cannibalism
2. People having the urge to copulate with animals
3. Pregnant Transsexuals
4. The ugliest of brides [Elton John]
5. Weirdest and creepiest beings [Alaistair and Marilyn Manson]

What about the history of human beings frying brains??

I am serious.

Studying sometimes is like the act of frying your own brains.

Sometimes, it feels like your brains are being fried literally.

We study so hard and yet, the world expects more of us.

And I wonder. What's so fun about frying brains??

How much of brains can you fry??

Students are forced to study because without a Degree, they cannot get a decent job. Without a decent job, they can't get a decent pay. Without moolahs and kahchings, one cannot live properly.

If everyone in the society don't have moolahs and kahchings, it will become a dysfunctional social system.

And hence, education is emphasised on and most students take studying as a chore rather than having an interest to learn something. With force, gone are the feelings of being ecstatic for grasping something, knowing something.

And when the examination period nears, they are forced to memorise even more for the sake of passing a sodding academic examination.

And the pitiful students memorise so much that they get so nauseated and pissed-off with studying, enthusiasm of the subject to enable them to argue passionately gets flushed down the despicable public toilet. They end up regurgitating.

Regurgitation is a sign of lack of enthusiasm in a student.

Students are forced to retain the information. Since they have no passion for it, there is no crime with vomitting everything out since there is no passion enough to retain it.

Has the world distorted the meaning of education??

Is education the only answer to a successful person in life??

It is all so academical that sometimes, I suspect that some people just forget how to live.

This world seriously need to have some quiet time to sit down and reflect on what the world has become today.

Are we pushing ourselves to the limits and punishing ourselves in the process??

Is it healthy to emphasise so much on education?

Will books teach you how to be street-smart??

A successful businessman does not have to hold a Ph.D in Business to be successful. He just have to be smart in business intuitions to be able to survive in the World of Business.

So what is all the buzz about getting a Degree?? What's the point of having a degree but not being able to really live in the real world out there??

What's the point of having highly academical people who are empty inside?? Dreading their job and their very lives??

The generation should have a right to choose what they want to study. Not for a sodding decent job, but for the sake of passion.

Oh, right, I forgot. Without a proper Degree, no flipping employer is going to hire you.

p/s: the reason for this bellowing is caused by the fact that a lot of people failed Law.

Those who did Question 3 for Contract and Tort generally did badly.

Most of the people failed due to regurgitation.

Sam's work is said to have deteriorated.

Dom's essay shows that there is an understanding and an attempt to argue but lacks substance due to lack of cases and blah-dee-dahhs to back it up.

What is wrong with the world??

Why can't the world exist without examinations??

Why can't we be allowed to learn at our pace, learn anything we want and be contented without the pressure of examinations??

Say, TAK NAK to examinations.

In-Between Dilemma

2008-04-07T15:53:00.002+08:00

So the title tells it all.

I am in a dilemma.

Yes, I'm in for another whole drama of moot again.

Yes, I am scandalous. Yes, I look for trouble sometimes on my own accord.

I am trying very hard to relax for 4 days.

I even bought a new book called The Nanny by Melissa Nathan.

The book is extremely funny.

Queen Camilla is too!! That book has a very wicked sense of humour.

The Government encouraged euthanasia and pensioners to commit suicide by the slogan "Make Way For The Young" so that they can save on the pension schemes and the cost of upkeeping sick people on life-support machine.

But somehow, at the back of my brains, there's the hardworking Debble who has been shelved to the back nagging.

Study. Study. Study.

Finals are coming. Think NUS.

But still, I wanna have fun, and at the same time, I wanna do some work!!

When I start reading Nanny, I feel like doing some work. When I do my work, I feel like reading Nanny.

Urgh.

Holidays are tedious sometimes when you don't really have an aim, nothing planned out, nothing to do unless you find something for yourself.

Doing nothing is just most tiresome.

The cow in UK is enjoying life although she is super stressed-out. Going to Chinatown, court visit, witnessing the rally on the Olympics in China. While I am stuck with two wrinklies at home today who are always arguing over me.

Dad tries to cut down my meals by cutting down my carbs entirely whereas Mom tries to cut down my meals and still want me to have enough food for trying times.

Which basically mean they are both not helping at all. I get very sleepy if I don't have enough carbs and having enough nutrition just makes me put on weight.

I have added on a bit of weight. Frustratingly.

And there's the dilemma of weight and the pressure to lose weight before I go to UK so that I can fit in more clothes.

How I wish I live in a storybook where life is full of drama, fun, satirical and sometimes embarassing jokes but anytime better off than real life.

I wish for a lot of crazy stuff.

Which increases my dilemmas.

Ahh, whatever. Back to Nanny.

Relief and Realisation

2008-04-03T16:26:00.003+08:00

I am so totally relieved now that trials are over.

A quick little update of the trial week:

1. I found the hardworking Debble. For like 9 hours on Wednesday. And that was it.

2. I thought Literature was quite alright. I'm glad I had enough time and finished on time.

3. Contract was not bad.

4. I ended up watching Korean drama on Friday and Saturday with my mom hogging the laptop 24-7

5. Oooh, I watch BBC's Sense and Sensibility too. Edward Farris is just totally hawt. Love his eyes!!! You can get the videos on Youtube

6. I was told that by this Korean girl who sits beside me every week in church that I look like her cousin. o.O??

7. Studying Economics is totally irritating. I can hardly concentrate. I should have followed me own heart and take Mathematics over Economics.

8. I do not want to comment on my Economics papers. I think I completely threw my objective paper away.

9. I found the hardworking Debble again for about 5 hours again but this time the hardworking Debble was distracted and frustrated.

10. Today's Tort Law was not bad.

Whatever which is done is done.

Hmm... people are beginning to lock their blogs.

And I realised something.

I now understand why things happen the way it is. I don't blame someone for hating someone else's nonsensical arguments.

I will be pissed off too.

But the probelm is that I don't realise that I do it myself too.

So it's a momentary short-circuit of the brains when my logical senses just jets out of the window and disillusionment sets in.

I will be pissed. But at least I will be civilised and forgive if the person changes eventually.

I do not give a shit about what people think about me anymore.

What is important is that I know who I am and I know my principles and where I am heading to.

Today's shopping in Mid Valley with Sammie was really fun.

Saw lotsa cool tops!!!

And I want that ZARA top!!!!!!

Dammit why must there be a (man-made, unnatural) hole in the top?? [it is not part of the top design] Now I have to find a way to buy it somewhere else. Sheesh. SO irritating!!!

Madame Kwan is glorious as usual. We were both so bloated after lunch.

Unfortunately, I do not get disgusted easily with mere expression of words.

Sammie looked really good in the dresses that she tried on.

And we were both shocked when there was a considerable reduction in the price of the dress that Sam bought. Hee!! =D

I am sorry, Mom/Mrs B but I think all your efforts to try to make me economise/be moderate isn't quite working/effective after all.

Padini Authentics clothes were so jang [currently] I wanted to topple over and faint.

I'm serious. Nature-motived sleeveless teamed up with undetachable bright purple puffy sleeves??

Not working for me.

Long sun-dress with coat and red sneakers?? Not working either.

I still prefer Dorothy Perkins over TopShop.

And I do not understand why the cow in UK do not like the UK Fashion. Is she suffering from the usual fashion-blindness or what??

I am totally looking forward to the end of A Levels so that I can fly away to UK fast!!

But at the same time, I don't wanna let go of the good times that I have in college.

If you are wandering, no, I do not cling on to the badtimes.

That's all for now. I'm so gonna finish watching my Korean drama.

Rush

2008-03-22T03:49:00.003+09:00

Music really speaks to the soul.

And it definitely spoke in August Rush.

That movie is TOTALLY awesome.

The mixture of indie music and classical music is just ingenius.

Not to forget a good build-up of plot and good music composed.

I don't get it. The movie critics said that the movie is like some fairy-tale.

But I think the music is splendidly tremendous.

I really felt the whole rush of emotions and my love for classical music which has been dwindling lately has been rekindled.

A whole rhapsody was composed out of a 6-note phrase music. Which was played throughout the movie.

The whole love chemistry was clearly evident.

Not to forget you get to watch hot hunks like Jonathan Rhys Meyers.

I didn't know that he sings.

And he sings pretty well!!! His voice is just so husky!!!

I think it is an awesome movie overall. Love the ending witht he peak of the orchestra music and the good ending.

Something just wells inside of you, a mixture of pride, enthusiasm and awe which threatens to burst out all together but is balled-up in the end.

I am just totally speechless with this movie.

It is rather rare to find a movie with a good plot build-up combined with good music.

Just be a little patient and listen out these songs??

[I'll post the song when imeem is more affable]

I love the cello and the strings. It can depict such tragic and desolate atmospheres on the note of forlornness.