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Saturday, November 26, 2005

.happy birthday.

although its quite belated, i'm going to wish radd a happy birthday anyway, and congrats on throwing a rocking party despite of all the hiccups that you had to go through to get the party actually GOING.

wednesday mid-morning saw me on the handphone calling about five different people to tell them that radd's party had just been postponed due to "unforseen circumstances" and then about a grand total of 10 minutes later, another five people call me back to tell me that its back on, thanks to a very timely whipping up of a crisis management team (from what i hear, consists of Brendon, Yuanie, Nadeem n a bunch of others)

needless to say, NOONE arrived on time to aliff's house, which was where the party was being held. Malaysian timing, gotta love it. When the party starts at 6, don't come until its at leart 7:30. so that's what i did. At 7:30, i was at aliff's front doorstep. After narrowly missing a fateful car accident along the way on the dreaded LDP, i wasn't the happiest bunny and certainly was not in any kind of birthday mood. Surprise, surprise. I was the first one there. Besides Brendon n Yuanie who were there managing their crisis. So i pitched in, frying nuggets, fries, sausages and other little food stuff that are easy to whip up. Us being the lazy buggers that we are, didn't change the frying oil. haha. Sounds disgusting, i know. And so we ended up with nuggets that taste like fries, fries that taste like sausages and sausages that taste like nuggets.

Hilarious.

After a while, Hilyah, Aida n i decided to split. Party things not being our scene n all. We're more the sit-around-chill-and-gossip-about-people type of people. Not the sit-around-get-drunk-till-2am type of people. Hats off to those who are.

But from what i hear, the last few hours of the party were the most eventful. And when i use the word "eventful", i don't nessecarily mean that in a good. A game of Truth-and-Dare, or rather DARE-and-dare, was played. And fortunately for me, I didnt have to witness things that i'd much rather not witness. (i'm sure you can get the full story from nadeem)

Anyway, all in all, it was a pretty great party, nugget-tasting sausages aside. So hope you enjoyed your birthday present, Radd. We had fun picking out the most chick-iest book on the shelves of MPH.

Monday, November 21, 2005

.penang.

Over the weekend, i crashed billie's holiday in penang with sulin. hehe. self-invited myself for a night, while billie's staying there for a week. damn college and their stupid non-matching holidays.. so anyway, got to meet Mr. Daddy-Sulin and Ms Mommy-Sulin, both of whom are, fortunately, normal and pretty cool. (don't ask me what happened to their youngest daughter, i think she got bumped on the head when she was little).. hehe..

shockingly enough, we managed the most impossible of impossible feats. we woke up to watch the sunrise. *pause for dramatic effect*.. 6:00am (an ungodly hour of the day) saw three puffy-eyed girls in shorts shivering and stumbling along Gurney Drive in attempt to find a good location to watch the sunrise. sad to say, we didnt actually get to see the sun RISE, coz it was blocked by clouds. so all-in-all, the whole beauty-of-a-sunrise experience was overly-rated, highly exaggerated and altogether way to unnatural to be up so early in the morning. also, the whole thing was kinda dampened by the fact that we were watching the wrong side for the sun to come up (it actually didnt come up from the direction of the ocean, but more inland).

hmm.. what else to say.

karleng, faster finish your spm so that we can have some FUN!

anyway, better be going. damn malaysian studies. sejarah is coming back to bite me in the ass. i thought i had JWW Birch well and truly buried in history, as he ought to be.

Friday, November 18, 2005

.in a moment of weakness.

In a moment of weakness,
You look in a mirror and
despise yourself for having thighs the size of tree-trunks,
eyes slittier than a snake and
hair that will just never fall right.


In a moment of weakness,
You remember the love you used to share
and wonder when you ever called it "love"
in the first place


In a moment of weakness,
All you can think about is HIM.
and no matter what you do
or how fast you run, you can never run
from the gut-wrenching feeling in your heart


In a moment of weakness,
You are surrounded by all your friends
but yet feel completely and utterly
alone


A moment of weakness
Is all it takes to break down walls of inner strength
and ressurect hurts that you just wish to erase from life.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

lost

the past three nights have seen three crazy girls attempt to stay awake the whole night to watch an entire season of Lost in those three running nights. sounds crazy, i know. but we managed to pull it off. shameless to say, we failed the first Wednesday night (ah well, I didnt fail, those two cows konked out on me at around half-past 4. hopeless.. tsk tsk..), we got up to about 4am on Thursday night and on the last night, two heroes (namely myself and billietan) managed to watch til the last two episodes, which by then we realized sulin had passed out beside us, snoring gently in slumber.

but SUCCESS! we did it! just half hour ago, we finished the last episode of Lost Season 1, including the "special feather" bit in the dvd... its supposed to read "special FEATURE" but u know malaysia's pirates.. their England not so best.

Lost. nice series. but its kinda slow-moving, so i dont know what's the big deal with some people going "oh its the best show n it'll keep u on your toes".

  • firstly: they show endless and useless playbacks that come at the start of every episode. u know when they go "previously, on Lost.."... i mean, if you're gonna show that much of whatever happened previously, i might as well skip to the end bits.
  • second: you never get to see the damn monster/machine/ghost/people or whatever it is that's supposed to be on the island in the first place and its damn annoying, because its like dangling a carrot in front of the horse. the horse'll follow the carrot eagerly for the first few minutes, but after a while, all you're gonna get is a pretty damn irritated horse.
  • BUT... the sound effects in the show are pretty good. but thats my personal opinion. they even make it so that when the word LOST comes out with the sudden "jeng!" so that your heart drops to your feet. so that part was good.

so.. all in all. pretty good show. had almost as much fun watching the show as i had spending time with two lunatics for four days running.

ah well. holidays are over. class starts on monday. i've taken a look at the new timetable. n i cant say that i have any complaints. so i'm hoping that we don't get too many changes. but then again, this wouldnt be the School of Communication unless we have grumpy students complaining about the timetable, grumpy lecturers complaining about the grumpy students complaining about the timetable, and grumpy office people complaining about grumpy lecturers complaining about the grumpy students complaining about the timetable.

makes the world go 'round. communication.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

.sounds of silence.

man, the streets are so empty. as i drive down Jalan Syed Putra, i'm giggling at the wondrous sight of the clear roads (well, almost clear.. we can't expect TOO much now, can we?). all our muslim couterparts have left the city in favour of their birthhomes, trundling along with car boots filled to the brim with various cakes, kuih, chicken rendang, and what else i can't begin to describe.. i can never get the malay kuih names straight. they're all so confusing.. hehe.. kuih is kuih.

anyway, i forgot to wish all my malay friends and their families a selamat hari raya. hehe. its okay, its the thought that counts right?

Selamat Hari Raya, all!

oh, all those who know me well, know that i have a pretty weird mom. i know this for a fact, something that i've learnt to live with and i pray very very hard that i haven't inherited any of the weird genes from my mom. but then i look at my dad and his capability of singing "Like a Bridge Over Troubled Water" with not a SINGLE note in tune, and i worry of my source of genetic pool.

to highlight my point, let me tell you something that happened to me this morning. i woke up at the very sane hour of 10:30am, rather groggily stumbled over to my mom's room where she was puttering around the room doing motherly stuff, which i'm sure, includes tidying up things that don't need to be tidied. and all of a sudden, one of the two goldfish, residing in a fish tank way to large to house two goldfish, jumps out of the water as if he thought he was Free-freakin'-Willy. and my poor ol' dotty mom, she leans over the fish tank and coos "aww, poor baby, are you okay? did mommy scare you? i'm sorry..." and then she procedes to stick her finger in the water and strokes the fish. a FISH.. can't u just see my raised eyebrow and incredulous look from way over there.

man, i have a weird family.

but their my family. and i guess i'm stuck with them. weirdness and all.

Friday, November 04, 2005

.home sweet home.

my mommy's home!..

for those who're out of the loop, my mommy went for a business / holiday trip down to india. she went first-class armed with many wet baby wipes, clean water, an expectation of the worst, and a homosexually oriented best friend who's along just for kicks. (the man's a shopping fanatic, and as brand-conscious and appearance-frenzic as every stereotyper makes out gay men to be)... and btw, he has more dignity and grace than a certain gay guy i know who bugs the 2cents out of me has in his little toenail, ..

anyway, she's back and the picture that she painted for us on the lifestyle of india in its truest form is not a pretty picture. full of desolaton, lost hope, and poverty.. it takes dirty to a new level. from the eyes of my mom, i saw india as a place where the rich are extremely rich (and i'm talking rich with two bodyguards, leather suitcases, Armani tailored suits, silk ties.. the works), and the poor are sickeningly poor (like live-beside-a-dumpster poor, and that is if the rest of the roadside curb is filled head-to-toe with a tangle of grimy legs and hands belonging to families too poor to afford anything other than cold hard road).. sigh.

i'm grateful to be where i am right now. to be the person who i am right now. to have the loving, hardworking parents that i have. to have all the opportunities in the world open to me right now. i can be whoever i want to be, i just sorta need reminding every now and again..

on lighter things in life, saturday saw billie, sulin and i waking an an ungodly hour of the day (no earlier than 8), to run around in an enclosed area, in a futile attempt to kick a rubber (or issit plastic?) ball into the back of a rather ridiculously small goal. but our team, which consisted of only 4 people, due to poor recruiting skills, had to "borrow" players from the other team. ah well, its all in the spirit of sport. so, needless to say Pillar kicked ass but only got second placing..

what'm i saying? we're lucky to have scored any goals at all!.. before the game start, i rather belatedly realised that i had NO CLUE of the rules of this game whatsoever, other than the fact that you have to KICK the ball. but apparently all the other girls had about my knowledge level of futsal,.. so what-the-heck.. anyway, all goals need to be creditted to su lin, who was our "star player" of the day (to be read with sarcastic hand gesture) . hehe.. just kidding.. anyway, special note to Rachel for saving our asses at the finals. well, my rather embarassing bout at goalkeeping brought me home with a prize in shape of a beautiful multi-hued bruise in purple, blue, green, black and yellow. i swear, it changes color with the temperature. its a mood-bruise.

so, anyway, my mom's dragging my ass to the gym tomorrow morning at the ungodly hour of 8:30am.. my mom's been experiencing gym-withdrawal symptoms. and she's bringing me down with her. argh. it must be illegal to wake up before 10 during college holidays somewhere in the world. i'm moving house, just as soon as i figure out which country is run by an government consisting of people under 50years.