Rain

No, I’m not talking about the Korean actor and singer, Rain. Though he is really cute and hot and totally deserves to be blogged about.

However, what I’m referring to right now is the actual rain thing. You know, the whole deal that includes water droplets and LOTS of it. Yes, that rain.

It’s been raining since morning and seriously, all I could think of is how much I would give just to hide in my covers, get all cozy and curled up like a puppy and sleep like there’s no tomorrow. But unfortunately, no such luck. Instead, I woke up early this morning, just as the rain was beginning to pour and have been up ever since.

This is one of the moments where I absolutely hate the fact that once I’m up for too long in the morning, the chances for me to sleep again is close to impossible. Heck, I don’t even nap in the afternoon.

Anyway, back to the topic of rain. Have you ever sit or preferably lie down somewhere in your house and just listen to the sound of the rain tapping on your window or roof? Of course you have. You have, right? But if you really haven’t, I strongly suggest you do so. It’s so relaxing and nice. It’s like a hypnotic spell that will make you fall asleep, be it if you’re having insomnia. Well, I’m not too sure if that can be applied to anyone else who have serious insomnia. But there was a time where I really couldn’t sleep and the rain did the trick for me. Then again, maybe it only applies to me.

Anyhow, I’m so tired right now that even my thoughts are jumbled up. I think I better go watch TV or something. Haha.

However, before I’m done with this post, I would like to wish everyone to enjoy the rain (sleep) and the cold that comes with it (non-harmful air conditioner). Because let’s face it, Malaysia is freaking hot and I’m dying from my own body temperature.

A Very, Very Long Post

As the title says, this is one very, very long post. Now without wasting another second, read on.


New Addition

After the death of my beloved Kichi, Potato (my other hamster) has been alone. It was depressing to see Potato when she finally found out that she would be alone and Kichi was never going to come back. We separated them when Kichi fell ill. So, when we got back home and placed Potato in the glass cage that she and Kichi stayed in, she realise that Kichi was not going to come back like she expected.

Potato turned a bit (a lot) paranoid and lonely. But I can’t blame her, Kichi’s been taking care over her since she was a tiny, teeny hamster. So, it’s only natural for her to act that way. Figuring that she can’t possibly live that way till she dies, which is still a long, long way to go, we decided that we should get her a buddy/friend.

And that’s how we got our new addition to the family, Choco Wong Chairo. We presume it’s a boy but we’re not too sure. We need to wait longer to confirm the gender. When we went to the pet store, Chairo was the only hamster left, it was sitting in the middle of the big, empty cage. So extremely adorable! I didn’t manage to take a picture though, I was too busy trying to get the person working at the pet shop to get their butt over and give me my hammy.

Also, just yesterday, we finally placed them together, since Chairo previously injured it’s nose. So, we decided to let it heal before placing them together. We did the standard procedure before placing them together, which is rid their home and them of their own smell. This way they won’t get territorial and considering that Potato is slightly bigger in size, she might kill Chairo. They’ve been doing good so far, no fights and they seem to be bonding.


Potato and Chairo are bonding through the only way thy know best. Sleep!



This is Chairo eating food. Isn't it just adorable?



The Fast Has Ended and Now The Eating Begins

After fasting for 19 days, I’m finally allowed to eat and drink whenever I want, wherever I want. I have never been so happy to hear that I could eat breakfast, even though I don’t eat breakfast, which proves my point.

Anyway, this year’s Naw Ruz was good, definitely better than last year’s one. For starters, I got to see Charmaine and the rest. We chatted a bit, catch up on each other’s life. They’re all doing fine, which is a good thing. Feel so out of touch with them. I’m so terrible at keeping in touch with people. *sighs*

Also, this year we brought Chelsea and Rachel along. Chelsea is my sister’s friend while Rachel is my sister’s friend’s sister. My, my, that was a mouthful. They both clearly enjoyed themselves.

The performances that night was good. Uncle Koko, the clown/magician was good. He was very funny, I couldn’t stop laughing. Charmaine and Neerusha even choreographed a hip hop dance, it was rather funny seeing them dance it. Though they were actually not bad at it.

Anyhow, the highlight of the night would be Neeraj and the ending of the night. Neeraj was dancing right in the middle of the hall and everyone was supposed to join in and dance along. But only the younger ones did, like ME! Seriously, who knew that boy can dance so well. I’ve known him all his life but I definitely didn’t know he could dance like that. We all had fun dancing to Mambo No 5, YMCA and few other songs which name I can’t remember.

After the event ended, the party continued at A&W, like tradition. But this year’s crowd was insane! The amount of people there doubled, tripled even. It was so cramped that it took us more or less half an hour just to find a place to sit and forty minutes or so to get food. It was fun in a way. Though I bet the A&W’s profit for that one day must be equivalent to a week or two worth of profit.


This is what I wore to Naw Ruz. I love this coat but I absolutely have to change the buttons.



Liars!

Don’t worry, I’m not talking about you (that is if you’ve lied to me). What I’m talking about is the Anime Fest that was being held in Times Square. Being somewhat like an otaku, where I read manga and watches anime, my sister and I decided to go to the Anime Fest since we’ve never been to one and was curious as to how one is like. And let’s just say “Liars!”.

Hotlink held the event and it was definitely not an Anime Fest. It was more like a promotional event to promote the stupid games they have, which I don’t give a damn about, and decided to call it an Anime Fest, just to get people’s attention. LAME! LIARS!

Also, this is not the only thing I’m calling liars. The other liars I’m referring to would be below in my other section of this post.



Public Transportation, PFFT!!!

Just to go to the stupid Anime “Liar” Fest, I had to take public transportation. And I hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it. The system they have is so freaking flawed, specifically the KTM.

Wait, let me explain everything properly first so that you can see my point. I started out sitting the LRT to go to KL Central. The LRT was ok, though it was a little bumpy but I can live with that.

Once I finally reached KL Central, I had to walk to the monorail. I walked there a few times before a year back and it was ok. But that day I had a freaking huge problem, the pasar where I would walk through to get to the monorail was under construction and I had to walk a freaking long way to get there. Being someone with a low stamina, it sucks.

Anyway, after I finally reached the monorail, we got on and again like the LRT, the monorail was somewhat fine. I couldn’t find much fault with these two where I was seriously get pissed off. But hell, did I find A LOT of faults with KTM.

KTM. I have never loathe something as much as it in my life. The system they have is so freaking flawed that the word, KTM should be a term for overly flawed beyond recognition. Seriously, what they do is let you wait like crazy before cramping everyone into that tiny little train. And it’s not that everyone is insane and like to get cramped together, instead it’s because the freaking thing takes so bloody long to get to the stop that people tend to gather to a large amount.

Also, the waiting is pure torture, the given time the train would arrive is plain bullshit. Once the time finally arrives, the train is nowhere to be found. There would be some sort of crap and we have to wait few more minutes. Hence, everyone is sticky from the heat(since Malaysia is a naturally hot country, adding on global warming) and the amount of people just keep increasing.

Finally, when you actually get on the bloody train, everyone is cramped up together, like those canned sardine fishes. But the fishes have it easier. Because unlike the fishes where they are marinated in a nice sauce, everyone in the train is marinated in their own sweat and smell of armpit, feet or if we’re lucky, just plain sweat.

And adding salt to injury, the stupid piece of scrap metal’s air conditioning doesn’t work. It makes noises where it sounds like its working but let’s face the truth, it’s not doing a single damn thing. You must be wondering how I would know that. Simple, I was standing under the stupid thing and all I got was loud, fake working noises and no air.

If I was claustrophobia, I would have died in there. Everyone was breathing each other’s air. My preferred personal space was beyond violated. Everyone was too close for comfort. What’s worse was that I’m naturally hot blooded, where my body temperature is very warm. But once you add on my hot temperature and no air conditioning, even the nice, chilly pole that I was holding on to ensure I don’t fall –not that I would have a space to fall on– was hot after I held it for some time. My own body temperature was killing me. The perfect description to that time would be an extremely unhealthy sauna.

In my opinion, the ‘geniuses’ who made the system should get their lazy butt that is glued to their overly comfortable, air conditioned car and try for once in their life what it is like to take their own product and realise how much it sucks and needs improvement. Hopefully by then, it would get through their thick skull that they need to do something to improve their quality of public transportation or just destroy the damn thing and create a new one instead.

*sighs in content*

I feel much better now after writing out the hatred I have for public transportations. And did you notice that I’m only talking about trains. If this included a bus one, this would take a very, very, very long time for me to be done with it.

Anyway, to my sister who is reading this, I’m amaze you managed to survive all this bullshit for THREE years. You sure are something.



College

I’ve finally decided what I’ll be taking in college and that is International Business. Well, at least that’s my first choice. My second choice is Public Relations. That is if I –touch wood– don’t manage to get into International Business.

I dropped my form at college on Saturday and will be getting news if I made it in by April-May. *crosses finger* I hope I get it.



Chocolate

My uncle and aunty from Australia came back for a visit and they gave me a huge toblerone and I couldn’t resist not taking a picture and posting it.


It's HUGE! Hehe.. More chocholate for me then.


And that concludes my very, very long post.

In Memory Of Kichi

A terrible thing happened yesterday. My hamster, Kichimayong Wong Wammie, passed away. The cause of death is unknown. I presume it to be old age. She was fine and healthy on Thursday. But on Friday, her health condition suddenly worsen and she couldn’t get up. Her once always running around and hiding from me personality changed. She didn’t move when I wanted to scoop her into my hand. She just lie down all the time and even ignore food.

IGNORE FOOD!!! That was when I know that something was not right. I immediately try to identify the problem but with no such luck. After we tried to make her eat food and drink her water, she seemed to be getting better. However, things changed for the worse and she passed away on Saturday. Soon after that, we gave her a mini burial.

Here’s a few picture of her:

Isn't she just adorable? This is one of my favourite photos of her. She's doing what she loves best, which is sleeping. But she's doing it so cutely.

This was taken on Friday. She was so sick that she couldn't walk. She didn't run away once she was on the floor, like how she normally would.

This is my final photo with her.

This is the last photo I took for her. This was before we buried her.

She was a fighter and I will never forget her.

The Summary To My SPM Result

The Long Awaiting
This period of time was a mix of many things. There was guilt, regret, anxiety and pure relaxation/laziness. There are times, I would feel guilty and regret for not studying properly and slightly freak out before going back into relax mode. It’s like SPM results panic. But most of the time, I was feeling lazy and totally relax, like how a person should be during their break/holiday. Overall, the waiting was weird.


The Day Before Results
I was too calm. Didn’t feel much of anything. The only problem I had that day was that I couldn’t sleep at night till quite late. But the reason for that is not panic but instead, because of sneezes. I couldn’t stop sneezing, I was not feeling well, my sinus problem was acting up.


The Day of Results
Woke up really early, around 7 something, just to go to Hallie’s house. Then later, Mano and Shiva joined us. Soon after that, we left for school. Wasn’t panicking as much as I thought I would be.

Arrived at school a tad bit early, or rather the results were arriving later than the newspapers had led us to believe. So, we spend our time finding teachers and giving them hugs. It’s a pity I couldn’t hug Pn. Chew. I couldn’t find her. But at least I got to hug Pn. Madeliene, Pn. Liew and a few other teachers.

Then, the results arrived, panic kicked in. But once again, not as panic as we thought we should be. Hallie and I agree that awaiting PMR results was way more panicky compared to this time.

Anyway, the school once again managed to mess with me even after I left the school. When I went to get my results (right after Hallie), Pn. Madeleine told me that I couldn’t take my results because I have some problem with SPBT thingy. Hallie got 7As, I’m so proud of her. Hallie then accompanied me to search for the teacher in charge of the SPBT thingy. We ran all over the school (everybody we asked gave us different locations), only to find her at the same place where we got our result but at a different class area. Apparently, she’s the teacher for class 5A. Wanted to kill myself for running around the school.

Then, I finally settle all the crap, which I may add, was entirely the school’s fault. They screwed up but insist that I did something wrong. I finally got my result. I got 3As. That’s good enough for me. But the happiest thing I could ever see that day was not that I actually somehow managed to aced my Additional Mathematics, instead the fact that I passed my BM and passed my SPM. I suck in BM. So, I was thrilled when I saw that I pass my BM and even got a B3 on it. A miracle, I tell you.

Overall, I’m glad with my results and that finally I can officially say that I’m done with school. This time, there’s nothing relating me to school anymore (except the fact that I need to go back in a year to take my original SPM cert).


After SPM results
Surprisingly, now that results is over. I just realize that awaiting the results and finally getting them was nothing. Instead, trying to decide a course for me to study in college in the span of only ten days is probably ten times worse than the fore mentioned activities.

Right now, I need to find a course that I won’t quit halfway. Something that really interest me. I actually have a course in mind but Sab insists that I search more thoroughly and really look through my options. There are so many things to read and I can practically feel the headaches awaiting. Busy, busy me.

Weird Encounters

Ugh… Seriously, I can’t believe this. I must really look like I’m very approachable and vulnerable to cheat. Heck, why can’t this stupid face of mine who resembles a stuck up bitch work in such situations?

On Wednesday, once again, a person approached me, on my way to KFC. This time it was a woman. She insisted that I take some Buddhist stuff, even though I insisted I don’t want it. So, out of politeness and wanting to get away fast, I gave her some money (since that is her objective) and wanted to run. The thing that I didn’t expect was her freaking deep mandarin that she was speaking to me in. I could barely understand what she was saying. I was so freaking confused and terrified. Though currently after thinking it through, I’m freaking pissed off by this incident.

If I were to ever encounter a case like this again in the future, let’s just say that I won’t be smiling or trying to sweetly get out of the situation like a stupid, good girl and instead switch to Black Kerry mode.

Anyway, about the other time, I was actually approached by a guy in a shopping centre. I wasn’t mentally prepared for this and the encounter was just plain weird. The guy just came up to me, while me and my sister was walking to A&W for a snack (what is up with people approaching me on my way to a fast food restaurant?), and asked me if I can recommend him where to get guy’s clothes that are good. Seriously, do I look like a freaking guy? Frankly speaking, I look every part of a girl and look nothing like a guy. But thank God, the guy saw that he freaked me out by his sudden appearance and quickly left us after saying a rushed thank you (even though I didn’t help him in any way). Well, at least he’s a polite person.

I feel much better now. It was good to let that off my chest, especially the one about the lady. Though I thank God that even though after that incident where I was slightly traumatized, Hallie and Amalina was there to make me laugh again and took my mind off the matter. They are just such darlings. What would I ever do without them?

Most probably a quieter life. Hehe…

The Origins to Female Pants

Ok, I just read an article in Cleo about how guy’s fashion have become girl’s fashion. I think it was in Cleo, I don’t really remember where I read it.

But anyway, I found the article to be very true. Think about it, every single clothes a guy can wear have been feminize and made it into girl’s fashion. Girls even have their own female boxers. BOXERS. We, girls have practically took over every single item a guy can wear and feminize it. But you can’t really blame girls for doing so. Because girls wearing guy’s style of clothes is very in now and surprisingly, some girls look better in them than guys. No offense to the males but it’s true.

Anyway, through that article, I found the reason to women wearing pants. I know it’s evil for me to think so but in a way, I’m glad it happened. I’m a pants lover and if I wear to wear a skirt or dress every single day, I most probably kill myself. But then again, if I was never exposed to pants, I won’t know what I’m missing.

Back to the story. Before, in the old (old, old, old, old) days, women only wear skirt or dresses every single day of their life while men dominated pants. But then, World War I happen (that’s why it’s bad that I’m in a way glad *looks down on the floor while fidgeting with fingers*) and the men were required to go to war. So, the women had to work at the factory and do all the hard labour. And while doing hard labour, you can’t really expect a female to wear skirts and dresses. So, that was when they were exposed to pants and the freedom to sit with your legs wide open. *laughs*

After that, the trend of wearing pants got more popular when Hollywood stars begin to wear pants in movies and on the red carpet. And thus, began the fashion for female to cross dress (?) as men.

Isn’t that just interesting? I never knew the fashion of women wearing pants began at such a way. I'm not sure if I managed to get all the facts or whatever right, since I'm typing all this based on memory. I'm too lazy to refer to the magazine.

To people who know me, I know what you’re thinking. You must be thinking, “God, she’s bored”. And guess what, you’re right. I am awfully bored.