It's The Last Day!!!

Yay!!!!!

But it doesn't help that I suck in pool now. Just because I stopped playing for a year. Everything was wrong. My hands were sticky, I didn't use my elbow properly, I was too tall from the heels ["Debble, you need to bend lower... lower... Ok, it sounds WRONG... so I did not.]

Anyway, I realised that I'm quite emotionless these days.

What is the point of having emotions when you can laugh all day??

Yup. New Motto.

Yes, last day, I get to play more squash!!!

I'm better at squash compared to tennis. That's because I'm too effing blur for tennis still.

Need to  be more alert.

I realised something.

I never realised how fucking dodgy I was last time until I finally took a look at my facebook pictures.

Gosh.

I need to do something.

Minus Paris Hilton's virus, thank you.

It's A New Year!!!

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.

I Should Dye My Hair Blonde

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

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.

1. 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.
   
   
2. 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!
   
   
3. 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.
   
   
4. 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.
   
   
5. 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.
   
   
6. 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.
   
   
7. I pierced my ears!!!
   
   Yes, finally after so long. The mom consented.
   
   
8. I slept yesterday night immediately after dinner.
   
   I was so tired from all the lack of sleep from the tutorial week.
   
   
9. 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.
   
   
10. 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??

Free From Pinches!! Momentarily

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]

Benefits of Long-Sightedness

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

Blues and Dances

Christmas is just around a corner.

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

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



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

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

Let me tell you why.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom: Yes. This one is the younger one.

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

Mom: No larr. They look totally different.

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

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

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

Me: [Grinning cheekily] Bye Auntie!!!

On the way walking to the car:

Mom: Do the both of you look that alike?

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

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

Me: PPPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT....

Now, this really really made my day blue.

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

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

So, Chiao!!

Almost

Yesterday, I almost:

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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

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

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

It's time to start updating.

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

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

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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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

Let's have a moment of peace and absolute appreciation

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

Isn't he just spankingly gorgeous?

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

Anyway, I'm gonna get a nap now.

Signing off.

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

When The Cage is Finally Opened

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

Nope, it will not fly immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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