Karayia's Space

Reliving Childhood Memories

2010-04-21T16:45:00.000+08:00

Stumbled upon this, If You're A 90's Kid and couldn't resist the need to reblog this. There were one or two things that I couldn't remember properly, but you can say that I had 99% of it down.

Reading it just made me missed how simple life was as a kid and how totally awesome it was back when I was younger. Adding to that, I stumbled upon a Addams Family video (courtesy of Hallie) and realised just how amazing the cartoons that were created back then. They just don't make cartoons like that anymore. We (our generation) rule!!

One Hell of a Week!

2010-03-19T12:41:00.000+08:00

I was right! My hectic schedule was very, well for a lack of a better work, shitty. Though I did not faint but there were times when I thought ‘hey, if I do faint, at least I’ll be resting then’. *cue laughter*

However, all’s well. I mean, the most hectic week, a.k.a. this week, in my schedule is finally over. I don’t think having two tests next week can be compared to having passed up two assignments, took a test, and present one of my assignments, all in the same week. It just really falters in comparison.

I’m so glad that that is over and done with.

Right now, all I have to do is just focus on studying for my two tests and maybe, just maybe, start doing my revisions for the finals. I really think I should stop doing late midnight, panicky revisions, the night before the paper itself. But I have a feeling that I will do it anyway. I really should be more studious…

New Semester and All

2010-03-07T14:11:00.007+08:00

I’ve just started my third semester two weeks ago and I thought that I should update my blog before my life gets hectic (with assignments and presentations) and I get lazy beyond reason.

As it is obvious, if you just scroll down, you'll note that the last time I've updated was around New Year, and given the fact that it’s already March. Hehe.. Well, that’s really got to say something.

I’ve notice something weird about me with new semesters and food. I mean in the previous semester, I had food poisoning, then this semester I fell ill and had a nasty cough (from eating all the junk I did during CNY). Well, I guess that just goes to show I should be more careful with what I eat when I’m starting a new semester. It must the joy/misery that makes me all crazy with food.

Anyway, talking about the new semester, my schedule is so hectic and I’ll be so busy, I feel that I should faint in advance from the exhaustion I would be feeling soon. However, the semester is rather short, so I guess that the stress and workload would be worth it in the end. It better be.

Besides that, this month is March, in other words, the fasting month for me. It’s already been 6 days, 13 days to go. Though it’s been ok, in fact, this year is actually the easiest I’ve had. But I guess there’s no harm in using this opportunity to lose some weight. Muahaha.. It’ll be like killing two birds with one stone.

My 2009

2010-01-08T16:29:00.004+08:00

I know that this is kind of late, since 2009 ended like 8 days ago. But I just really felt like writing about it. My thoughts about my 2009.

2009 was a year I officially ended all ties with high school. My life was moving forward, I was moving on to college. I was no longer a girl who was forced to go to school because I had to, instead I was the girl who choose to go to college because I wanted to.

My 2009 was bland, to say the least. I was not like Hallie, who pursued her dreams and achieved it; nor was I like Jes, who had a lot going on with her love life. You can say that I had a very simple year.

Not that I mind. However, I feel like I've not grown up or matured in any way. I'm still that annoying brat to my sister, the little girl to my parents and I still feel the same just as I did in 2008. The childish 17 year old.

It's not that I really want to grow up so fast and not enjoy being as childish as I can before I get old. It's just I feel like I need to grow up. There would be a lot of changes this year, that's a fact, and I want to be mature enough to handle them. Show people (specifically my sister) that I'm not as childish and useless as they think I am.

But I guess there is no forcing things and I would just have to accept things as they come.

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Hammies Diaries:
1. Nugget gave birth for the first time to two hamster pup, both boys, on the 3th or 4th December.
2. First one died the next day, while the second one passed away two weeks later, on 17th December.
3. Hammies got frisky and had New Year Babies! Three healthy babies too, it's been only a week but they are fat little things.
4. Hammies seem to love tissue paper a lot, they especailly love shredding it to pieces and they look so cute doing it too.

Lost and Found

2009-11-01T16:41:00.003+08:00

This is my guilty yet adorable hamster that ran away yetersday, Nugget. She gave me the fright of my life when I realised that we did not close the balcony door at all and there was a possibility that she would be stupid enough to jump off, which was pretty far from the ground.

Thankfully, she was a smart one and instead opted to hide in the kitchen. She even went as far as pouring out her food supply that she usually stores in her cheek pocket, which indicated that she wanted to live there long term.

But the plan was foiled when I finally captured her, which was no easy feat as she was like a ninja, fast and swift. However, she was no match for me. Muahaha!!

She got a good scolding from my sister in the end while my sister was bathing her. Hillarious, I tell you. I mean, Nugget at first was struggling to get out. That is, until my sister scolded her. After that, she was obediently sitting on my sister's palm, letting her wash her and her ears was slightly lowered, like a puupy that got in trouble.

Ah, so adorable yet so naughty.

Racing Against Time

2009-10-30T20:51:00.000+08:00

Time really flies by. I can still clearly remember my semester break, like it was just yesterday. I was lazily lounging on the sofa, watching the television while surfing the net to my heart’s content.

But just in the blink of an eye, I’m already in my fourth week of the semester, have assignments to do, presentations to prepare for and tests to take. Things are piling up and I feel like I’ve done nothing to accomplish such things during the past four weeks.

Besides that, I’ve been put to reality’s mercy and have demons I have to overcome, like most people. It’s just that it must have been decided that I face them this time around.

Ah, life… Can’t you give me a break, even if it’s a mini, tiny break?

To cut? Or not to cut?

2009-10-25T20:01:00.002+08:00

That question has been bugging me for some time now, specifically before I started my new semester. I mean, I love having long-but-yet-sort-of-short-ish hair and all.

But I did have long hair for a really long time now and ever since I chopped my hair off in July, I realised having shorter hair is more fun and your head is all light.

And so, today after at least three weeks of contemplation, I finally cut my hair. This time, however, my hair is shorter than the previous cut, though it is still a bob cut. (Kind of reminds me of Victoria Beckham's bob cut)

But I can’t seem to capture a good photo of my new hairstyle. Depressing, isn’t it? So, maybe next time only I’ll post my new look.

Ah, The Anxiety...

2009-10-20T14:58:00.000+08:00

In just matter of hours, less than a day long, my results for my previous semester will be announced and I will be truthful, I’m nervous!

Seriously, and when I thought waiting for my SPM results was bad, this is worse! Far worse! This is so much creepier and scarier. I mean, unlike SPM where if I fail my BM, I fail the entire thing. So, just as long as I pass that ONE subject, I’m safe.

My college on the other hand, if I so much as fail one subject, which I pray I don’t, I will have to re-sit my paper (the failed subject). And to add to that, I have to pay extra for re-sitting it. What a total waste of money!

If I want to spend my money, I might as well spend it on clothes. Like the ones where I have set my eyes on but the price is just killing me and forbidding me from owning them like I want to.

However, I guess I’ll be experiencing this crappy feeling of mine for many more times. So, maybe I should just suck it up and bare with it. I think it’ll be over quickly, at least I hope it would.

My New Semester

2009-10-19T20:32:00.003+08:00

Today marks the start of the third week since my new semester started and I can say, I think I have a pretty good idea of how my lecturers/tutors are, even if I did miss my first week and only attended my second week since semester started.

Mind you, I did not skip the first week for entertainment purposes, unless you consider hovering over a toilet bowl and hurling the contents of your stomach out over and over as fun, then so be it. I had food poisoning, in case you’re wondering why I puke. So not fun but I lost 3 kg, which is something me, a girl, is glad about but the process (puking) to lose them is so not worth it.

Anyway, today’s classes were pretty boring and I just realised that I have no idea what is going on in my macroeconomics. I mean, it’s macro, so it should be the same like micro, right? Wrong. Macroeconomics is more complicated, weird and involves lots of memorising of formulas. And me no likey such things. I can guess that studying for it when exams comes around would be a pain but I think studying in general should be, so what the heck.

Other than that, my other tutor for my Introduction to Organisation and Management, the one that I presume would replace Mr Johan (My course’s program supervisor. He’s so funny!) whenever he's not around, is a monotone fella that can’t seem to stay still. I mean, he is very thorough, which is good, cause it’s good revision to what I’ve learnt in lectures.

But when you combine his voice and his constant walking around, it spells headache and dizziness for me. I’m the kind of person that prefers to look at the person when they’re speaking, so you can only imagine when I stared at him too long, my head started to hurt. But he’s ok, I guess, as long as I remember to not stare at him too long.

And another thing, when class ended today, it was pouring, which sucked since I was suppose to find my sister across the college from where I was. But in the end, I didn’t have to walk because Win Shen who drove to school today, offered Angela, Charmaine, Jessy and me a ride to where we wanted to go.

Ok, I admit, there might have been some asking (pestering) from our part. But he was cool and agreed, such a gentleman! So, he dropped Jessy and I at where we wanted to go first, which was within college grounds but very, very far from where we were. And after that, I presume he drove Angela and Charmaine home.

I guess you can say that my new semester is starting at a good point.

Blood

2009-08-11T20:48:00.004+08:00

Ok, as I said in my previous post, I donated blood last Wednesday. I know, I’m such a procrastinator, it actually took me a week to pass by before I actually wrote this down.

First of all, I found out that my blood type is B. Yippee!! After living 18 years of my life, I finally know my blood type. If I ever come across another question about my blood type, I will now have an answer to it.

Anyway, that is not the main point of me writing this post. I would actually like to show my experience of donating blood instead, since I find it so fascinating.

This was my view from where I was sitting. My leg was hoisted up in the air, to let my blood flow faster back to my body. The pink thing on my leg is the bucket that was used by the nurses to place all the required things for me to donate my blood. You know, like the injection that I need to take before donating my blood and some other stuff that I can’t remember at the moment.

This is my arm, hooked up with the needle. The red tube is my blood flowing to the blood bag(?). I had to hold the grey plastic pipe thingy and squeeze it continuously, effectively acting like a personal blood pump. It actually gets tiring after awhile.

This on the other hand, is my bag of blood. That is 450ml of blood. It’s the normal amount of blood a person donates. Though if you’re too light or due to some other reasons, you‘ll be only required to donate 350ml.

The above one is my hand with a plaster, directly after my hand stop bleeding while the one below is when I’d gotten rid of the plaster. There is one obvious hole on my hand, but if you closely enough, you can see a second mini hole. It kind of reminds me of a vampire bite, though it’s on my arm and not on my neck. Haha..

And this is my certificate and the blood donor book.

Truth be told, I actually nearly fainted after I donated my blood. I didn't get enough rest and I got up too fast. Now that I look back t it, I find it all very amusing. But I don't think I'll be donating my bood again anytime soon. Because I found out that you'll gain double the weight that you lost after donating blood. *Holds and shakes head while screaming 'Nooo!!'*

Now on a totaly random note, this is the random picture that I took when I was bored in English class, on Monday. I look like I'm busy studying and writing down notes, something that is definitely not what I do in class. Haha!!

College, College, College

2009-08-04T21:05:00.003+08:00

Seriously, if I knew my life would revolve around college the way it is now (I prefer if my life just revolve around my hammies!!), I would have choose to think twice before actually signing up for it. Though sadly, I would have went to college anyway, since it is after all for my education. Very important.

Anyway, no complains this time. So, no worries. I just wanted to blog that it is confirmed that I passed both my economics and mathematics' coursework. Thank God!!But I have yet to confirm if I passed my other three courseworks. Geez, I don't even know if I should celebrate for passing or continue to worry.

Besides that, I wanted to say that I'll be donating my blood tomorrow. Hehe, wonder how that will go.

Also, I'll definitely blog about my outing with my besties on last Thursday soon. Maybe in a few days, but definitely not now. So many things to type, so lazy to do it.

An Update, Finally!

2009-07-29T15:17:00.003+08:00

Ok, I’m going to first start with my birthday celebration. As you should know, this year I turn 18 (exactly two weeks ago), a supposedly very significant birthday. But if you don’t, well you know now.

Though truth be told, even though I’ve turned 18, I don’t feel anything great or significant changing in me, like how I imagined. You know, getting wiser, growing taller (I really want this!!) or some weird crap that comes along with age, as people claims. But nope, nothing, nada, I feel exactly the same as I was the day before my birthday.

But that doesn’t mean my birthday was not fun. Nope, on the contrary, I had a fun birthday. It was spent with family, especially my sister. She tried real hard to make my birthday fun, I mean, with me not being able to see my friends (since we’re all busy dealing with col/uni) and having to deal with crappy college stuff, but rest assured it was a success.

We even went to Sunway (on my birthday itself), just so she could buy me a bag pack that I wanted and needed for college. But I think the best would be the photo frame she gave me. In it, had a collection of my pictures, be it with family or alone. It’s really sweet of her and I thank her.

So, did you read that?? I thank you, Sab.

Anyway, my dad, sister and I spent the night watching Transformers 2, a little family time. Seriously, the only time we can got out and watch a movie my dad is when a Transformer movie comes out. *sighs* Hehe..

Here are the pictures of my presents.

This is the bag. I like it so much. My books feels so much lighter compared to back when I carried them with my side bag.

I thought about putting the photo frame on my blog but I've decided against it after all, since there are some weird, embarrassing pictures amongst them and I can't risk that now, can I? Hehe..

The Rant Begins
Now, on a totally different note, despite having a fun birthday, everything is just wrong now. I’m sick, coughing to be exact. And all of this is because my nephew got sick, then he passed it on to my mum who passed it on to me and I just passed it on to my sister. I know, it sounds like some whacked out and utterly confusing tale, and trust me, it is.

Other than that, I’ve been having another batch of test for the past few days and last week, which totally sucks because I screwed up in some of them. But what is pissing me off the most is that I screwed up in my English role play test. I mean, it’s obvious my teacher doesn’t really like me, what with him ignoring me most of the time when I answer him or ask him things, but him being able to hear everything my classmates say. He has some serious selective hearing, I tell you.

Anyway, the question my group got was like the hardest and weirdest by far and to make matters worse, he had to loudly tell us where we got it wrong. I had the thought of telling him off, what with me being sick already and his loud lecture giving me a headache. But I thought better of it and decided to let it go, he’s not worth my almost non-existent voice. Still, I’m not pleased with the fact that because of this, my coursework will be lower than I would have like it to be. Urgh!!
Ranting Ends

Last night I slept for twelve hours straight before I woke up, something that have never happen to me ever since I enter college. Damn, it felt so nice to be able to sleep like that. I have no idea what made me went and apply for college. Oh right, my education. Dang it! Hehe..

Anyway, I’ll be going out with Hallie and Aiza tomorrow. FINALLY!!! Some time with my favourites!! Definitely something to look forward for.

P.S. Bear in mind, I wrote this under the influence of coughing and being sick. So, if this seems cluttered, that is exactly how my mind is at the moment. Hehe..

My Guilty Indulgence

2009-07-12T21:44:00.005+08:00

On Thursday, after my lecture, my sister and I decided to go to One Utama for a little R&R. I mean, it’s only fair, since college take up so much of our life.

Anyway, we had our lunch at New York New York Deli since we rush over to 1U and didn’t even bother to eat lunch first. All I can say is that lunch was amazing. I cannot really remember the names of what I ate. But I did took pictures of it.

So, enjoy looking at the delicious food I ate.

Ooh.. This is the drink I ordered, something velvet or along this line, not too sure. It’s chocolate with strawberry. The taste mixed together is so delicious. It kind of reminded me of chocolate and strawberry ice cream but better.

This is the soup I ordered. It’s mushroom soup but with a pinch of cappuccino. Damn, I have to say this is the best mushroom soup I’ve ever had in my life so far. And I like drinking mushroom soup a lot, so that itself is a statement. The soup was creamy, just the right amount of creamy, unlike others where it’s too creamy and slightly disgusting or too watery and unsatisfying. The best.

For my main course, I ordered spaghetti aglio oglio. I cannot remember the rest of the name. I normally don’t like eating anything with cili padi in it as I’m terrible at eating spicy stuff. But it was surprisingly just nice, it wasn’t too spicy and I really enjoyed eating it.

This is what my sister ordered. I stole a bit. It’s really nice, all the taste blended really nice together, though I have to say that the bread is a little dry if you managed to finish the ham and all the other ingredients in between first.

Other than that, I got myself a new hammy that very day. A boy. We got it from the pet shop near NewYork New York Deli. The people there are really professional. They asked which gender we wanted and really thoroughly checked to make sure. Unlike my previous 6 hamster, this is one we were extremely confirm of its gender, since the person who sold it to us could tell the gender. So shock. Will definitely be buying any new hammies (though I hope only in a year or so before that happens) there.

Anyway, my new hammy’s name is Nugget Wong Bao Bao. It’s still quite young. Really adorable. Feisty and a runner too. Cannot wait to find out more about its quirkiness. Thankfully, it’s bonding well with my old hammy. What a relief!

Here’s a picture of Nugget.

Also, last but not least, I cut my hair short today. As in chopped off more than half of my hair today. It's just touching my shoulder now. My head feels lighter now, since I've less dead weight(hair) on me. But I guess it would be more bearable now, what with the hot weather and whatnots.

Will post a picture of me with short hair soon. Still don't really have any idea how to style it and make it look nice. So, till then.

Stupidity

2009-07-08T15:38:00.002+08:00

Ever heard of the saying, that going to college/university makes you smarter? Well, I kind of disagree with that statement. Because if there’s anything the college is making me, it is making me stupid.

I am not even kidding. I mean, I used to ‘lack some common sense’, as my sister would put it. But I’ve notice nowadays, it’s like I don’t even have common sense anymore. Yeah sure, I do not bad academically, scoring slightly above average marks. However, I’m getting more blur as days goes by.

Just today, I've just passed up my assignment (group work). I was in charge of typing everything and I've just realize that I made this puny, stupid, oh-dear-God-am-I-dumb mistake, that can very well decrease the marks. My friends are trying to get the assignment back (since we pass up one day earlier) and hopefully I can fix the mistake. God, if you love me enough, let us get the darn assignment back.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m so tired half the time I’m awake that my common sense are failing, or because my brain is now used to fill up a bunch of nonsensical crap that will be of use to me in the far future that there is no space left for common sense.

Either way, I need a break from college. Time is moving too fast and I somehow wish that I’m still in high school, counting the minutes till school is over, instead of counting the days till my final exams in college. But life goes on, I guess.

Unbelieveable

2009-07-01T13:18:00.002+08:00

That is what I'm feeling right now. I'm feeling unbelievebaly blur, unbelievebly tired and most importantly, unbelieveably dumb. Ok, so the blur and tired part is more like a daily thing I feel but I don't normally feel dumb. You know, the whole me being a narcisist and narcisist never thinks badly of themselves.

However, this time I have a very valid reason to feel dumb. And it is because I somehow managed to oversleep and missed my oh so important tutorial when it is at 11.30am, a considerably late class I have when compared to the previous two HECTIC days.

But before you think I'm insane or whack! for having a need to write a blogpost just because I missed ONE tutorial. The truth is, this is the SECOND time I missed this tutorial or any tutorial for the matter of fact. The first time was because I was not feeling well. So, I skipped it and stayed at home to rest. I felt better the next day but I didn't went to a doctor. Hence, I have no MC. So, it's considered that I 'ponteng' class.

I wouldn't be this frustrated if it's not because of the college rule that a student cannot miss more than THREE tutorials of one subject, or they would get barred from the final exam. Hence, where my frustration lies. So, from now on, I cannot miss this tutorial anymore or I'm doom.

Also, it's unfair that the reason I would oversleep is because I was up studying till the middle of the night. Why? Because my teacher have this sort of sadistic behaviour where he has to call each student of his and ask us questions. Sure it makes us remeber what he's teaching better, since we're all scared shitless and hanging on to everything he's taught us, so we won't get screwed over when he's asking us a question. It sure doesn't help that he's fierce looking and makes really lame jokes at really unsuitable moments. URGH!!! So unfair!!!

Anyway, I got to go and do my assignments. Whoever said that you get a life after you enter college is so wrong. I'm so busy nowadays, I'm beginning to wonder if I even have a life outside of college.

Another hamster gone...

2009-06-21T18:43:00.004+08:00

Melon Wong Lan Fan. This is the fifth hamster of that left us. After having him for 52 days, due to unknown circumstances, he died. He was sick for a day or two, but I believed that he was going to pull through it, unfortunately I was wrong.

He is the first male hamster of mine to pass away, the fourth to die and the fifth to leave us (one of my hamster managed to run away when we were moving). I'll always remember you Melon Wong Lan Fan.

Pictures in memory of Melon.

This is a cute picture of the two pigs, when Melon was still healthy and biting.

The last picture of them together, Melon(on the left) was already sick for a day.

The last picture of Melon.

So Adorable!!

2009-06-20T20:43:00.002+08:00

If you came to my blog, when you saw the name of my post, thinking that what I’ll be showing you is a cute or handsome guy, I’m sorry to say that you won’t find it here. Mainly because cute guys seem to be a rare kind in my generation. I mean, when you see cute guys around (if you’re lucky enough because cute guys are beginning to become extinct too), they are never my age. I mean, come on! What is with the lack of cute guys in my generation??

Anyway.

Back to the main point of my post, which is not about guys, but about a stapler. Yes, you read that right , people. I wrote a blog post about a stapler and not any stapler, but a really adorable stapler. If you don’t believe me, see these two pictures and you’ll understand.

It’s so cute!! Isn’t it??

PS: Yes, from this post, you can probably conclude just how much I would do (like write a post dedicating to a really cute stapler) just to avoid studying and how much going to college fried my brain. And they said that college is suppose to make you smart. Pfft!!!

My Extremely Long Babble!!

2009-06-18T18:21:00.006+08:00

(Read at own risk!! Don't say that I didn't warn you that it's a LONG babble!!)

Ok. I’ve been in college for four weeks now (orientation week does not count) and I have to say that I’ve gotten quite used to the whole idea of college and am not as freaked out as I was before.

But seriously, let’s be honest, it was not easy getting used to it. I had so much to go through before the whole idea didn’t seem as absurd as I thought it was before. For the first whole week, I was so dependent on my sister, I have to really thank her for not ditching me then, though now she gets to tell all her friends what a spoilt brat I am and bad mouths me whenever she get the chance. However, seeing as she did help me and stuck with me through it all, I’ll be the bigger person and forgive her. Hehe..

Though I think I can consider myself quite lucky as I managed to find a bunch of friends that I would always hang out with when in college, somewhere around the second week (when tutorials began). I was so scared that with my awkwardness around strangers, my incredible bitchy, stuck up looking face and pissed off aura (due to lack of sleep) would scare people away. Yeah sure, it was still a little awkward in the beginning but it all got better in a few days. Us, girls and our need to gossip cured the whole thing. Haha..

[You must now be thinking that how on earth, with my interesting personality, can I be shy and awkward around people? Ah-Ha!! This is where you’re wrong. Even with my wacky personality, I’m terrible at meeting new people. It is unfortunately a flaw in my program. But rest assured, it’s the only flaw I have. Haha..]

About my tutorial group, my course is divided into three tutorial groups and I’m in the first group, just like my friends. In the beginning (like the first two weeks of tutorials), I can honestly tell you that my impression on my group was not pretty. I thought that we were all a bunch of stuck up beings, unable to show any hint of emotions. After two weeks of classes together, you kind of would think that we mix around and make new friends.

But nope, no such thing. We all didn’t bother to walk out of our own ‘cliques’ (if you really want a name to call it), all of us just went our own separate way, doing our own thing. And the thing is, I noticed that only the people in my group were like that, I noticed that the other groups got along just well on their first week of tutorials alone.

However, now that it’s been four weeks, I can officially say that my first impression on my group was totally wrong. I’ve never felt so relieved to be wrong before in my life. I mean, I’m going to have to spend my next 2 or 4 years with them. So, the nicer they are, the better my college life will be.

Really, it just turns out that we all were so awkward and not used with each other, that in a way, our instincts just kicked in. In other words, we were just so shy, nervous and being extra cautious that it made us seemed like emotionless, stuck up people (in my opinion). Tutorials are more fun nowadays, we all are visibly more comfortable with one another now and the class does not seem as divided as it was before.

Also, I’m taking accounts this semester and I have to say that I have never come across a more complicating and confusing subject ever. This totally beats physics, the subject that used to hold the number one position in my list of complicating/confusing subjects before it got kicked down to number two by accounts. I have other tough subjects too but accounts have evidently been my suckiest one ever. (I’ll do my best to not fail anything!!)

Seriously, I now have this whole newfound respect for accountants. I always thought that their job was boring and draggy. But with all the difficulties they have to face just to do their job, I am grateful for the people who does accounts. Because it’s evident that I’ll never do my own taxes when I grow up, I’ll hire an accountant for that.

Besides that, I’ll let you in on a secret, out of 5 of my lecturers, 3 of them are a little on the insane side. College is really like high school, in my opinion. [The difference being that we get to wear casual clothes to college while we have to wear a hideous piece of cloth, the government calls uniform to school.] So, I guess crazy teachers are necessary to complete the whole thing.

I guess you can say that I’m coping with college pretty ok now. It’s fun at times and tiring most of the times.

OMG!!!!

2009-06-17T21:35:00.003+08:00

This OMG!!!! is dedicated to the fact that I have not updated my blog in roughly 3 weeks. I've been an irresponsible person and neglected my poor, poor blog, which I think is probably dying due to the lack of updates.

Other than that, this OMG!!!! is also dedicated to the fact that when I came home, I found a bird poo on the floor near the balcony. And this can only mean ONE thing, a bird flew into my house, did it's business and flew out again. That good for nothing bird.. What does it think my house is? A toilet? When I get my hands on it, I'll... Let's just leave the threat as that. Muahahahaha!! (No bird will be harmed in the process as I highly doubt the bird will willingly fly in again seeing as we'll keep all the windows and doors closed.)

Also, another shocking OMG!!!! worthy fact. My two baby girl hamsters turns out to be BOYS!! That's right, people. My baby girls turned into baby boys. But no, before you start blaming me for being a lousy owner for not being able to identify their gender, I'll have to tell you that the male sexual organ takes at least two months or so before you are able to see it. So, unless I had amazingly beyond normal human beings eyesight (which I definitely don't -I'm wearing glasses-, I don't even have good normal human eyesight), I couldn't have tell the difference.

Anyway, I promise to update my blog soon. Note the keyword: soon. So, keep an eye as I'll be BACK!! Hehe..

The End Of My Freedom

2009-05-24T17:01:00.001+08:00

That’s right. On last Monday, I lost my freedom. But before you go and think up of nonsensical crap like I’m getting married(Pfft!!! I like to see that day) or dying(CHOI!! Touch wood!!), I would like to clarify my version of freedom. And that is the freedom to do nothing but laze around, the freedom to watch tv all day with no regrets, the freedom to sleep at the time no normal person should be awake and the freedom to wake up well into the afternoon.

In other words, I’m going to go to college. A dreadful thing, don’t you think?

I’ve been going to college for the past week now, for my orientation week. And if I have to say that I’m a little freaked out, that would be an understatement, because I’m VERY freaked out. Maybe it’s because I’ve not been in a school for half a year now –taking the SPM results does not count– or maybe because I’ve not been that socially active since school(besides meeting my bestie from time to time) and now being thrown into a place where I have to make friends freaks me out a little. Either way, I’m freaked.

But my sister has continuously told me that it will all be better soon. It’s a phase most people go through and that she had it worse than me, which is unfortunately, undoubtedly true. So, I guess if she can do it, why can’t I?

But I guess I should set up some rules for myself for college.

Here it goes:
1. No skipping class as I like. There are grave consequences to pay. Must remember that!!!
2. Have a more normal sleeping habit.
3. Practice my miserable Chinese. Don’t let all the crap that I went through just to study Chinese go to waste.
4. Be more hardworking and stop procrastinating!!! Very important!!!

Yup, I guess that’s it. I cannot think of anything else. Well, if there is anything else, I’ll just add it in later. Though I highly doubt it.

The Actual Trip

2009-05-15T17:31:00.006+08:00

This is something long overdue. I’ve finally decided to get off my lazy butt, write the darn thing and get on with life. So, here goes.

I’ve been on two vacations in the past month. Both going to the same place, Port Dickson. You must now be wondering something along the lines of “It’s only Port Dickson. Big deal. Why does she need to write a blog post specifically for it?” Well, I have to say that I agree with you. It’s only Port Dickson. But what I want to write about it is not the location of my trip but rather where I stayed during my stay there.

While I was there for both the trips, I stayed in the Legend Water Chalet and it was amazing. It didn’t feel like I was in Port Dickson at all. Here are the pictures as proof, since I have no idea how to really explain it.

But before I continue with the pictures. I would like to clear that the reason I went there twice is not that I’m insane but rather because my body hates me. Yup, you read right, my body hates me. So, I had to go for the second time to enjoy the trip properly.

Now, for the long awaited pictures.

This is the first thing I saw when I entered the room. It was so cool that I jumped on it. Childish thing to do, I know.

This is the shower...

...and this is the shower's view. All you have to do is lift your head up and you get to see the beautiful view of the great blue sky.

The amazing bathtub.

The beds.

The amazing view.

The place is really awesome and while I was there I noticed that Legend is building a Water Home next to the Water Chalet. And from what I saw, each unit will have their own personal pool. Cool!!

And that concludes my blog this time. Will blog about my adorable hamsters soon. Can't live with them, can't live without them.

The Trip

2009-05-12T22:51:00.002+08:00

Just few hours ago, I was having dinner with my family to celebrate a belated mother’s day. The entire dinner was nice, smooth sailing and nothing could ruin the day. But apparently, I was wrong. Because on my way out, I tripped and ended up on my hands and knee. (Haha.. I'm so punny)

Maybe because of old(-er) age and not so used to falling down anymore, but man, did it hurt. And I’m not talking physically, I mean my pride too. So embarrassing!! But I guess I’ll live. I mean, if I lived through it most of my life, I don’t think this time will kill me. At least I hope not. Haha.. Touch wood!!

But seriously, after learning that technique to not falling at ten, I cannot believe I tripped. But then again, I guess I’m doing quite good for someone who is a total hopeless klutz(when younger). I mean, I’ve only fallen twice(including this time) and only ALMOST fall most of the time.

Oh well, I guess old habits really die hard.

Hammies!!!!

2009-05-04T18:05:00.006+08:00

It's been two weeks since Chairo's death and we finally got two new hamsters. We got them on Saturday and all I can say is that they are extremely adorable!! They are both girls. We've come to a stage where we can identify a roborovski's gender better than the people selling them.

We have also settled on their names, which would be Winter Wong Shiro and Melon Wong Lan Fan. Together they are WInter Melon!! Adorable, isn't it??

But like all our other hammies, we decided to give them a middle names too. Like for Winter, Shiro is Japanese for white which is the colour of snow (we settled for Japanese since the chinese one sounded funny. I cannot imagine my hammie being called Winter Wong Bak Sek or Lok Shuet. So weird!).

On the other hand, Melon is called Lan Fan since she's a PIG!! Ever since we bought her back, she's been sleeping like non-stop, even if we slowly poke her head while she's sleeping, she would just scratch her head where we poke her. So CUTE!! But lazy..

Here's a couple of pictures I took of them.

The first picture I took of them. Aren't they just adorable??!!!!

Winter is the one on the left while Melon is the one on the right. They are both pigs. So cute!!

My Imperfect Weekend

2009-04-21T19:24:00.002+08:00

Ok, on Saturday, my sister and I was going to Hallie’s Rugby Charity Event. I was really looking forward to it, since I would be able to see my friends again. But that day turned out to be the most messed up night of my life.

First, I found out that the location was not where I thought it’d be held. It’s really my fault for assuming, so I can only blame myself. However, after that, everything went downhill. Me and my sister, due to being not used to KL, got lost for TWO freaking hours. The GPS was no help, stupid piece of junk. It was a freaking scary experience to be lost in KL at night. I wanted to cry, that’s how bad it was.

Also, to add to that, my dad was screaming at me over the phone to give instructions while my sister was pissed off about being lost and dad’s constant interruption. As a proof that she was pissed off, she actually grabbed my phone out of my clutches, shut it and threw to the backseat. Bluntly put, I have idiots with freaking anger issues as my family members, not that I’m any better from them. It was SO FREAKING messed up that we ended up not going to the party.

I can honestly say that I have never had a day as messed up and fucked up as that day, not even my parents’ break up can top that. Hopefully, that day will forever remain as my most messed up day for my life, because I would never want to go through a day worse than that day ever again.

It really is a pity that I didn’t get to go to the party. We were so dressed up for it, I was so cool and good looking. There goes the cute foreigners that I could have met. Goodbye, good looking guys! I didn’t even have a chance to meet you! Also, congratulations to Hallie for winning the most dedicated award, you really deserve it. I’m so proud.

Anyway, back to my depressing weekend, since apparently one bad day is not enough. My one and only hamster, Choco Wong Chairo, passed away on Sunday evening. The cause of death should be respiratory infection. The symptoms are similar, so we’re guessing it is. Goodbye, Chairo… You’re the smartest hamster I ever had.

No pictures this post. Too riled up at the mention of horrible weekend to bother.

The Trip Of Tradition

2009-04-05T15:33:00.003+08:00

Being a Chinese, there are many traditions to follow (just like every other races) and now is the time for ‘cheng beng’. The tradition of visiting your ancestors’ grave.

In fact, I just came back from it not too long ago. The sun was crazy HOT and my calves that was exposed in the sun was burning, minus the fire and me running around screaming, FIRE!

Anyway, I’ve been here for one and a half day. Nothing to do now, so I’m blogging. Going to balik KL soon. Got to go now.

But before I leave, here’s my favourite desert, the hard to find in KL, the AIS KACANG, that I must eat every time when I’m in Ipoh.

This is from the night stall in the stadium. Had it last night.

The day stall one is way better. Just had it after 'cheng beng', so good after a hot, tiring day.

Hamsters Update

2009-04-03T18:19:00.003+08:00

Potato

Now that I’ve moved, I’ve finally been able to confirm if Potato have either passed away or ran away.

It was approximately a week ago, when I went home and found that Potato managed to escape from our glass cage. We’re not too sure when she managed to ran away and how long she’s been out. But trying to be optimistic about things, I set out food traps, hoping to lure her in and I got nothing.

And now that I’ve moved out of the house and found no dead hamster body, I’m confirm that she managed to ran away from the house, probably when my dad was going to work. He leaves the front door open for some time before actually leaving the place.

I hope Potato, wherever you are, you will be fine, alive and kicking. And maybe, just maybe, you’re already in Ipoh (according to her speed).

These are photos of her, baby photos. I can’t find any grown up photos of her. I’ve got too many hamster photos already.

Chairo

It’s a girl. Yes, even though we thought that it was a boy, she turns out to be a girl.

But we (read:sister) found out the hard way that she loves biting people. She’s also most probably, the smartest hamster we have so far and the only hamster that didn’t get influenced by us and didn’t change her sleeping schedule. She’s also probably the craziest sleeping hamster we have. She seems to enjoy sleeping with her head on the floor, like she needs a pillow.

Isn’t she just adorable?

The Big Move

2009-04-03T18:13:00.002+08:00

After months of planning and procrastinating, we finally moved. Yup, we did. And that’s all I’m going to say.

I’m not going to write about how tiring, pissed off-ing and frustrating the whole process was. I’m not even going to mention how unfair it is that just because my dad is working and my sister is having her internship, that I have to pack and unpack the entire house, mostly by myself. Nope, I’m not going to bore you with details on how I’m going to make them pay for making me do everything.

But I’m definitely missing Subang. That’s 17 years of my life that I spend there, my entire life up till now. And I also miss my friends. We defitniely MUST go out together and 'yam cha'.

Rain

2009-03-24T12:31:00.004+08:00

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

2009-03-23T16:51:00.007+08:00

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

2009-03-15T14:57:00.003+08:00

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

2009-03-15T14:50:00.003+08:00

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

2009-03-06T22:52:00.002+08:00

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

2009-03-03T00:38:00.001+08:00

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.

The Happenings While I Was Absent (from my blog)

2009-02-21T21:46:00.004+08:00

Wow.. It’s been a month or so, since I’ve updated my blog. Damn, I’m lazy.

Anyway, let’s start with my Chinese New Year first. This year was slightly different from every other CNY I have ever experience. Sure, it was hectic and involved going back to Ipoh, receiving lots of angpau, which I have to say is reducing and it doesn’t make sense why people give the older kids less angpau money compared to the younger kids who depends on their parents for everything. But the difference this year, beside the fact that my angpau money decreased, was that I fell ill, specifically I was coughing my lungs out and the whole crap that comes along with it. I even had a fever on the third day of CNY. I guess, that’s what you get when you eat a lot of ‘heaty’ stuff and don’t drink enough water. Overall, I guess my CNY was fine.

Now, moving on to the second issue. My sister just started her internship and abandoned me. She is now forced to the life of sleeping and waking up early. Though I have to say, she is failing miserably at both sleeping and waking up early. So, now life is a little boring with her not being around during the day and her not accompanying me when I watch shows to the middle of the night. But on the bright side, I can use the computer/laptop all I want and listen to weird/interesting stories about work life. *inserts creepy orchestra music and evil laughter (applies to the part where I get to use the laptop all the time)*

Thirdly, I just found out the date that the SPM results is coming out. I’m not really confirmed if it’s true but according to Hallie (who heard from someone else), it is on the 12th of March. It is approximately three weeks from today. I have to say that it sucks knowing that, because from time to time, I’ll just suddenly think back about it and regret/nervous (but only for a brief moment before I go back to normal and it’s like the whole thing didn’t even happen). But that aside, I’ll be able to meet my friends/classmate/schoolmate/favourite teachers when I go back to school that dreadful day while getting that dreadful result sheet. That fact itself is calming. So, I guess I’ll survive, hopefully.

But all those boring details aside, my life’s been ok. I’ve been shopping a lot, which I believe is a bad thing for my poor, poor wallet that is beginning to resemble an anorexia patient (from a regular person).

Now, enough with the talking, it’s picture time.

This was taken when we were on our way to Ipoh.

Gosh, we're such camwhores.

I was so bored and this ferrari just pass by. So, this is how a pic would look like when trying to capture a picture of a ferrari, it would look blur and all you get is the back.

Just a random pic of me.

The pair of wedges that I just bought myself. I'm so spoiling myself. But I guess as long as I'm splurging money on myself, my wallet won't mind being anorexia for awhile.

The Past Few Days

2009-01-20T14:46:00.014+08:00

For the past few days, my life has revolved around the favourite pastime of most girls – shopping. And it is the best thing ever, I had tons of fun buying clothes and looking at clothes. But I have a valid excuse to go on a crazy hunt for clothes because Chinese New Year is just around the corner.

However, this post is not for me to brag about my shopping adventure, though I did bought quite a number of really nice clothes and this really cool looking coat. Also, I had fun with the fish spa that I went, after a tiring day of shopping. The fishes were like huge and it felt really ticklish when they were feeding off my leg but it was fun nonetheless. Here’s a picture of those big fishies.

That is beside the point, this post is about my new hammy, Potato a.k.a Fan Su. It is the smallest hamster I have ever seen. But because it’s still really young, I can’t tell the gender. So, I have to wait till it’s older to see if it’s a girl or a boy.

These are few pictures of it:

This is when we just bought it. Look at it, it's so tiny compared to the box.

This is how it looks like, upclose and personal.

Don't let this picture fool you. They may look like they are really close, but they have already fought for a few times. And no, Kichi didn't bully Potato because it's small. They are both at fault. Potato actually initiated a couple of fights. But I've managed to stop them in time, before things get ugly.

I really hope they will get along well. My sister says their relationship is very similar to ours and I have to say, she might be right.

Random Thoughts Gathered

2009-01-15T14:26:00.002+08:00

I have been really free lately, as stated in one of my previous post, and I have been doing nothing but the required needs to live and anything for the sake of entertainment, like internet and TV. Through this time, I have gathered quite a number of thoughts that I feel like pouring out in here and since it’s obviously not like I can gather much thoughts over watching TV, so, I’m definitely talking about the internet. Ok, maybe I can. But that is not the issue right now.

Over these past few days, being bored and all, I managed to find a few of my old classmates/good friends from primary school, through the internet. It’s not that I’m a heartless bitch and didn’t want to stay in contact with any of them. It’s just that I lost all of their contacts info during a move and I don’t exactly have very good memory. Also, I had some things going on back then, so, trying to contact them again was the least of my problems. And that was exactly how we fell out of touch for five whole years.

I was and still am, very glad to have found them again. And through the course of chatting with them, I also found out that we all have definitely change, whether by appearance or the way we are in general. Everything is definitely not as it used to be, which was full of innocence. We were so naïve back then, or at least I was.

Not that we are evil or anything now (ok, maybe I am a little evil), it’s just that I realize, we all have grown up in a way, as absurd as it may sound to people who know me. We now have dreams that we want to fulfill, goals that we want to reach; and personally, I find that fun, amazing and glad that we pretty much turn out to be nice people. Not that I want any of us to become evil or a delinquent.

Anyway, I’m done being ‘emotional’ and sentimental. Now, I have a more pressing issue to talk about. It’s about me. Duh…

During my chat with Christine, who I may add, did an amazing job keeping in touch with most of our old classmates, I found out some stuff about few of my old classmates. And one of them is about this one old classmate that went to the same high school as me but somehow, been in different classes for all five years, actually told her that I am ‘lan si’ (a rude Chinese way to call a person, a stuck
up) in school.

When I heard that, let’s just shocked is an understatement. I mean, what have I done to deserve that title. Turns out, it’s because I didn’t greet him when we meet and because I looked the part. Well, if he thought about it from a different angle, he would have also notice that he didn’t make an effort to greet me too. I’m not saying that my gesture didn’t seem rude. Of course, it was a rude gesture. I ignored a friend of 6 years for 5 freaking long years. But he was no better than me.

Also, it’s not like I’m all to blame, we just turned 13 back then, hitting puberty. Give me a break, for God’s sake. I had stuff going on and talking to an old friend, especially a guy didn’t seem like a fun thing to do at the moment. Especially if somehow whenever you talk to a guy, your ex-best friend will go all ‘WHOOO!’ on you… I didn’t have the mental strength to take all that. So, sue me.

Besides that, I was confirmed today that I have a stuck up look. I even went as far as to ask a few friends to see their opinion (since the whole me being stuck up was mention) and most of them say that I look stuck up at certain times. It’s not like I didn’t know about it before, it’s my face, of course, I would know about it. My sister and mum even had the courtesy to tell me that I look like a stuck up person. But it’s not my fault….

It’s those stupid, small eyes fault. I guess, in a way, it’s still my fault since it’s MY eyes. In fact, I noticed that when I choose to erase any hint of emotion from my face, which I do rather often when I’m bored and alone, without my friends. That is when the stuck up face appears. I also noticed that when I smile, that is when I look well, almost innocent(?). I know, you must be thinking that I’m very vain for looking in the mirror all the time till I can differentiate when I look stuck up and not. So, I need you to think logically. I’m a GIRL, there’s a MIRROR, go figure.

Also, the world can’t expect me to smile when there’s nothing worth smiling about. I mean, I refuse to be taken as a ’tanjung rambutan’ escapee. Also, I’m an expressionist most of the time when interacting with people, my facial muscle and soul needs to rest and be void of any emotion. Being optimistic all the time is a tiring job and I can’t be happy all the time. Do I look like I came out of a fairytale where bad things never happen? The answer would be no.

Even the happiest and most optimistic person needs time off and switch off the happy mode for a while. God gave us various emotions and I intend to use all of them. I can’t let God down, now can I? So, to whoever who is reading this and knows me, just chill and relax, I won’t bite or snub you. I’m just resting.

*Sigh* I’m glad that I got off my chest. I feel so much better. Oh well, I think I’m going to go mess with my dear depress hammy. I need to cheer my baby up.

She Wasn't Joking...

2009-01-13T16:14:00.009+08:00

It’s true. She didn’t lie to me and it is not some sick prank (not that I think she would play such a cruel prank).

One of my hammy really did pass away. And the hammy was my sister’s hammy. Even though when we bought them, we decided to differentiate it, like who owns which hammy. I still can’t believe that smallfry died. I mean, we might have differentiated them and have personal ownership over them. I still love both of them very dearly. We still loved them both equally and dearly. They are just such adorable things.

In fact, last night when my sister called me up and told me about it, I was very much in denial and can’t really accept the fact. Not that I accepted the fact this morning. But I had to accept the cruel, harsh fact when my sister just arrive at my aunt’s place not long ago, along with my hammy. She had to bring her along because she has not been acting like her usual running around self.

According to my sister, ever since the incident, she’s been acting weird. She was hiding in the bottle jar that we place in the aquarium (serve as their cage). Also, when my sister bathe her last night, she didn’t struggle like she usually did and didn’t even bother to dry herself. My sister had to resort to drying her manually, which was rubbing her fur. Considering we can’t exactly place her under the fan or hairdryer, it would kill her. And losing one hamster was bad enough, I don’t think we want to go through another lost anytime soon.

I can’t believe how big an effect the little hammy could have upon me. When my sister explained the situation when she found them, I couldn’t help but cry. I feel like such a useless owner. I can’t believe smallfry left us.

This is few of our hammies’ picture, in order to remember her.

In here, there are sleeping, just like how they usually are.

This is a picture of Smallfry asleep. Isn't she just adorable...

This is when my sister manage to coax her into sleeping in her palm.

I think I'll go check up on Kichi now. I hope she's not too sad over the lost of her bestie/sister.

I Hope She Is Joking With Me

2009-01-12T21:02:00.006+08:00

My sister just called me and she told me that one of our hamster just passed away. She said that the body was crushed and the other hamster is frightened out of its skin. She can't identify which hamster died, since she is terrible at differentiating our hamsters.

She's separating the hammy now. I still can't believe one of my hammy passed away. They are suppose to be able to live for around two years. But it has only been a year. I refuse to believe it.

I'll be going back soon to check on the other hamster. This has not been my day.

My Boring Days, Doing Nothing

2009-01-12T19:01:00.002+08:00

Life has been a bore. I have not done anything productive for the past few weeks. Even though when I should have been doing something, I just couldn’t and wouldn’t do it. I’m currently in a state of freaking LAZY, like I have always been, but this is definitely by far beyond my standard of laziness. I don’t seem to be motivated to do anything, except for surfing the internet, watching the television and other stuffs that is necessary for me to continue living on.

It’s not that I’m complaining about being lazy (ok, maybe I am). But I kind of miss school. KIND OF. It’s not that I miss the teachers or the homework or anything. I would never miss the teachers or the homework. Ok, I might miss a few teachers. For example, Pn Chew (She’s so nice and adorable. I miss her already), Pn Vijaya (She’s so cool. A little garang when she wants to but nonetheless, a funny teacher) and Pn Liew (She’s so funny and she just makes learning fun, especially when she explained about the rusting of iron). I am definitely giving them a hug when I take results in March. Which reminds me, I should schedule a time with Aiza, Heidi and Hallie to go find Dr. Wu. He is like the best and most funny Physics tuition teacher, a student can ever get.

Anyway, what I miss about school is the routine life that I have been living for eleven years. ELEVEN YEARS. It’s not as easy as it seems (and I thouhgt) to break off an old habit. I also miss my friends too. I don’t get to see them as much as I used to, obviously. Amy already started college, Hallie is so busy with her rugby, Mano just got back from her vacation (so she’ll be busy unpacking and stuffs, I think).

Well, I hope I would break out of my laziness with the upcoming move in February, which I hope is still on schedule. Also, I would like to tell my sister here (if you’re reading): I’m SO SORRY for not helping you, even though you asked me to. I’m just too lazy. Not a good excuse but bear with me. If you could survive with me for all these years, I think you can survive longer.

The Beginning Of A New School Year

2009-01-05T15:29:00.003+08:00

Today is the beginning of an entirely new school year and I’m NOT IN IT. I can’t even begin to express my joy of not needing to wake up early, wear that hideous uniform that the government forces us to wear and going to school. Actually I can express my joy.

First of all, considering I’m a lazy person and absolutely hate waking up before 11 in the morning, waking up for school for the last few years was not an easy task. I actually skipped a lot of days of school because I overslept. But that’s an entirely different story. THANK GOD that it’s finally over… That is, at least until college. But I’m going to enjoy every second of lazy-ing around before I go to college. But that would be around May. So, I still got time.

Second, I can’t stand the uniform that we are forced to wear. The baju kurung is ok but the pinafore is a terrible thing a person can wear to school. The side of the pinafore has these freaking huge space for the hands and it continues till the waist. So, it leaves the girls with these huge gap at the side. The white blouse that we wear underneath doesn’t do a good job at hiding the colour of a person’s bra. But I think the biggest problem of all about the school uniforms is the colour. The students that wear them are high school girls. They have menstruation and it might stain the uniform. But the government didn’t think of that and made the high school uniform BLUE while the primary school uniform DARK BLUE (almost black). Primary students don’t get menstruation till later, nearing their last two years at primary school. But for all five years at high school, the girl will have it throughout the time. How in the world is the high school girl going to hide the fact if she accidentally stain her uniform?? Seriously, the government should rethink the colour of the uniforms and change it. Pity those students.

Third, going to school has it’s ups and downs. At school, I get to see my friends and we get to chat. But I would also have to see the teachers that are mean and a little mental. It is so rare to find good, nice and sane teacher nowadays.

Anyway, I’m so happy that I DON’T NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL!!!!!! I’m so happy. I even gloated to my nephews and nieces. I know it is a mean thing to do. But it is just so fun. I totally understand why my sister gloated to me when she finished high school. I don’t blame her at all, now that I understand the joy of it.

The Gathering

2008-12-31T13:02:00.003+08:00

The mini gathering we had last night for my pet brother’s birthday was fun. His name is actually Amir a.k.a Squirt. Even though he’s birthday was today, but we are all busy with our own thing today. So, we decided to meet up a day before instead.

There were nine of us and we hanged out at Chatters. I don’t remember where it is but it’s somewhere in USJ. I’ve not seen a few of them for quite some time and almost everyone changed, including me. We all look slightly different compared to when we were in school.

Anyway, since we arranged this gathering like a day before, we didn’t buy any cake for squirt. But, Atiqah baked mini muffins that spelled out “Happy Birthday 17”. It looks really cute. The flavor of the muffins is chocolate and it had a layer of chocolate above it.. WONDERFUL!! It was so DELICIOUS.

It’s too bad she and Aiza had to leave midway of the gathering. She had to go back to her work while Aiza’s curfew is around 10. We were at Chatters at 9 and left at 11.

But we still had fun nonetheless. It didn’t dampen our spirit. Ok, maybe it did a little. We spent the whole two hours catching up on each other’s life. Chut and I had a lot to catch up on. Considering, I’ve not seen her since prom and that was around two and a half weeks ago.

Also, we ate during our time there because it’s suppose to be a dinner gathering. And the surprising thing was when Hariz (another pet brother) ordered two plate of nasi pataya. Seriously, that guy is skinny and yet he eats so much. Where does all the fat go?

Besides that, Hallie decided to make a toast to Squirt. It was really funny because she did it at the end of the dinner and most of our cups were already empty. But she continued anyway and her speech took a rather long time to finish since she just finished rugby and her brain was a little blur. Also, we were all so noisy and kept butting in all the time throughout the speech, especially me. Hehe. Squirt fake cry at the end of her speech just to humour her since she keep telling him to don’t cry, no matter how touching it is.

When it was time to leave, we all hugged the birthday boy and each other and went our separate ways. (Sound so dramatic) But not really, because Chut and I tagged along Hallie’s car since she was the one to drove us there to begin with.

Last night was fun and I’m hoping the next gathering wouldn’t be too far away.

My Interesting Weekend

2008-12-29T17:17:00.000+08:00

During the weekend, I attended the Baha'i Regional Conference Kuala Lumpur. I have not been very active in Baha’i activities for years. So, it was a little weird for me. I mean, I love the Baha’i faith. It’s just that I’ve been so out of touch with the activities and the people involved. But I found it amazing when I was at the conference and there were around three thousand people present. There were even people from different states from all around Malaysia and different countries.

In my opinion, the best part of the whole conference was the cultural night, on the first day of the conference. The performance was so interesting and fun to watch. I absolutely love the Korean’s performance. They are so cute!! I just want to hug them. Also, I found the dikir barat performance very cool. Overall, the performances for that night were amazing. I even clapped my hands till it was itchy. That is just to show how much I enjoyed it.

Also, when I was there, I managed to meet up with Charmaine, whom I have never met for years since she went overseas around 11 or something. We’ve been meaning to meet up after she came back around October-November but I had SPM and things got in the way after that. It’s a pity we didn’t get to chat during the conference. Throughout the two days conference, we only managed to give each other a hug and simple greetings like, “Hi” and “Bye”. So sad!! We definitely have to meet up some other time and properly talk to each other.

Though I did meet up with another childhood friend, Sheida, we’ve never seen each other for years. I seem to not see a number of people for years. Anyway, we only met up on the second day and we chatted till our heart’s content. There was so much to catch up on, like school, life, weird experiences, pets, etc. We also found out that we are quite similar in many aspects. A little freaky but cool.

Besides that, I met quite a number of friends who I’ve never seen in a long time. I also got to keep in touch a little with my religious side. The whole thing was definitely a good experience.