And Another Year Bites the Dust

The year is ended, all go in peace,

God has given us Yong Tau Foo to eat,

Something something, the mass.. I mean, year, is ended,

Erm, never mind.

Some things are best left unfinished. I know that song goes something like, 'The mass is ended, all go in peace... spread love and joy...'. Hmm. But for sure, the line 'God gave us Yong Tau Foo to eat' is NOT part of the lyrics.

*Note: After Sunday mass we made it a point to go eat very good Yong Tau Foo near the Masjid Jamek LRT station. This was a few years back when we are at another church.*

Anyways.

So, another year has bitten the dust and it has kicked the bucket. That's all, folks! 2007? OVER!

I have blogged (pfft) for over 1/2 a year now, sad, but true. I mean, how much nonsense can someone spew?? And for how long?? So, to just round up what happened to me this year... (I try, but my memory is POOR)

JANUARY

Erm. Uni started again after our looooong break. I actually looked forward to it. Three months at home was killing me. Also, a nice kickstart to the year, though I can't seem to remember what... Did I pass my driving test? Oh yeah! I did! *I think*

FEBRUARY

Was nice b'coz of Chinese New Year. Not so nice because now it is a blur to me. I think I received a nice fat cheque too. I think I acquired my Zen Neeon. cost me RM 285. Worth every cent. I think I bought me mom a RM 200 handbag too. Nice cream colored, calf-skin handbag. From Isetan KLCC.

MARCH

My Birthday; to which I received some nice Zen Neeon stickers from MZ, a really pretty necklace from my sis (blue butterfly pendant) and a delicious Mocha cake from Secret recipe. Hmm. School was alright, had mid-terms I think. Oh hey, yeah, I got Journalism 1 midterms on my birthday! The paper was 8 am to boot. Got ophyron smacks from K and Bozu. Thanks boys, remind me to return the favour!

APRIL

Fool. Nah, didn't get any April Fools jokes. Can't remember April much. Must be uneventful.

MAY

New semester! (I think) Year Two Sem One. New classmates! I remember being most puzzled as to where and who our new classmates are. Kept wondering where they are sitting. K kept pointing in some direction; but I betcha he was wild-guessing. He didn't know either. Remember asking who is YN and M. And (sorry J!) I thought J was a girl at first. His name, that is. Then Bozu said three girls one guy so... drew my conclusions. Heh. What's in a name? Remember thinking J was (was coz now I know better :P) quiet, M is pretty, YN is quiet and pretty and ST, well, didn't know who she was till mmmmuuuuch later. Heh.

JUNE

Yawn.

JULY

Erm. You know what, my memory is so poor. But I DO remember having great times with friends. Really got close to people whom I never thought would turn out to be the funnest people I'd ever hang out with.

AUGUST

Sis's birthday, can't remember what I bought for her, Bro's B-day, shared payment for cake, erm, Exams, me thinks. Ewww. How come all I remember is exams???

SEPTEMBER

New semester. Short one. Horrid lecturers. Boring lectures. Went past in a blink of an eye.

OCTOBER

*flash!* Fun, fun, fun!

NOVEMBER

*Zzzzzzzziiiiiipppp!!!!!!!!* More fun!!!!

DECEMBER

The Sun. Industrial Training. Year end. Firecrackers popping.


Sigh. Its official, people!!!!!!!!!!


HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chipmunks and then Some.

It's quite an event when me and my sis go out for an outing; just the two of us, no watchful Mom (which, unfortunately, also means no credit card) and no disgruntled male counterparts (brother, boyfriend, dad) and no money. Ahem. No la. Mom was feeling generous and handed us some rare-occurence cash. Told us to enjoy ourselves and then (in the same breath) to come home by 5 pm because it's not safe after dark.



I mean, I am an adult and my sis, a 19-year-old.



Sure. We're gonna accept candy from some stranger and follow him home. Uh huh.



So, here goes, a list of WHAT WE DID IN ONE UTAMA TODAY.

Watched Alvin and the Chipmunks

I must admit that environmental factors are often very strong factors. Like, air-conditioning is waaay too cold. Or if the seats are lousy. Maybe even a loud-chewer or a motor-mouth or two. These things add up to an unpleasant movie-experience.

I only had motor-mouths, children (noisy), adults (inconsiderate and stupid) and loud chewers. Quite lucky.

Then there was the movie. Which started out unbelievably adorable. Three chipmunks on a tree, singing Bad Day. Cute. A pun joke or two. Adorable.

Then they suddenly went to the city. (God, I can't even remember which city!) Then they suddenly move in with this guy called Dave. Enters love interest. Exits love interest. Hello loser who lost his job, hello melodious chipmunks, goodbye movie.

W-w-wait a minute, you say. Why goodbye movie? Losers+chipmunks = totally awesome cuteness man!

Sorry.

Losers-who-act-poorly + chipmunks who should have stolen the show but were exploited by greedy humans + little to no character development + random love interest = BLEARGH.

I don't usually make a point of pointing out acting except if it was fantastic, but I am horrified. The very funny Jason Lee has been reduced to a speck of nothing. He did not connect, he was rather unconvincing, he was in NO way interesting or distinctive and frankly, he just doesn't pull off the 'ALLLVVIIINNNNN!!!' Not a chance.

I am very disappointed, actually. It was fairly amusing, oh, no doubt. The chipmunks were adorable and frankly speaking, better actors than all of the REAL people put together. Also, it had its chuckle-worthy moments and some sweet moments.

But other than that, ZIP. There is nothing else good about this movie. I was losing attention halfway through. It was paced poorly, written for kids (and for patient parents) and for those who want to be kids only. If, like me, you prefer to spend your RM 6 on a movie like I am Legend, or heck, even National Treasure, do so. If no, wait for Sweeney Todd. And if, like me, you prefer something less child-orientated, then give this a miss. At best: C.

Harsh, I know, but since my sister enjoyed it immensely, maybe it was just me being grumpy from lack of sleep due to a Nayang Memorably.

Hah. Speaking of Manyang Memorably, my family have been on an Old Town Kopitiam spree. Eating there waaay too often. But when the food is quite decent and the prices fair and the ambience is good, hey, why not?

Shoe Shopping

Dismal. Despite my best efforts at finding a pair of flats to replace my old brown butterfly ones, the perfect pair remains elusive. Despite trying Vincci, Padini Concept store, Voir Shoez, Nose and even the upper-crust like Eclipse and Salabianca, the pair of flats remain elusive. My sister, however, did find a lovely pair of two-inch black strappy heels with a gold glittery ribbon detail. I found my dream wedges, but unfortunately, they were NOT on sale and I was not hunting for wedges. So I decided to give it a miss, for now.

I will return during Chinese New Year shopping with a vengeance.

Big Apple Donuts

Is better than J-Co. No, really. At least in many ways.

1) The white chocolate+almonds (Alcapone in J-Co) is much better. For one, the almonds tasted like almonds and not bits of nut that dream of becoming almonds. Not so sweet also. Better.

2) Cheaper. Seriously. In JCo you pay according to what type of donut you take, but in Big Apple, its a flat fee of RM 2 each. RM9.50 for a box of 6's and RM 17 for a box of 12's. Not bad.

3) Shorter (marginally!) lines. The lines at JCo are atrociously looooooong.

However, J-Co wins on

1) Better chocolate filling. Big Apples' chocolate filling tastes kind of starchy, and kind of weird. Not like chocolate at all.

2) More variety. Big Apple has only, like, 15 types, J-Co easily 20+ types.

Verdict? Big Apple if you want good donuts but are not exactly swimming in cash and time. J-Co with friends and with time and cash. XD

I end here.

Goodbye all. Keep safe, keep smart, and call me if you need your weekly dosage of Whale-style jokes.

I Am Legend, I Am Tired, I Am Happy, and I Am Hungry.

I Am Legend

24th Dec 2007

Today I went and saw 'I Am Legend'; starring the very leading-man-worthy Will Smith and a dog named Abby.

So the story begins with a now-you-see-her-then-you-don't appearance by Emma Thompson (one of my fav actressess ever since I saw her in Sense and Sensibility and Nanny McPhee) who plays the part of scientist Alice Kripkin, who appearantly have found the cure for cancer using the measles virus. Miracle? NOT!

The 'cure' turns people into stark raving maniacs! Flesh-eating, dark-lurking, pop-upping maniacs! This virus is incurable, and guess what, Will Smith (or Dr. Robert Neville) is immune to it. It's also spread by contact and air so there is NO escape.

After the virus wipes out the entire city of New York, he becomes the only man left on Earth... or is he? With his trusty dog Samantha, he tries to find the cure to the virus and oh yes, try not to get EATEN while he is at it. Very nice.

This movie proves several things:

1) You don't mess with what God made and fiddle around with it in attempt to mess about with something else God has made.

2) Dogs are the bestest friends a man can have. They will sacrifice their lives for you.

3) Wear a jacket when you go to the movies, cause it's cold. D'oh.

Verdict? A-. The tension, the action, the monsters popping up at all times sesuka hati macam bapak punya Bumi and the very impressive performance by Will Smith. After all, he had proven himself as a really serious, good actor in The Pursuit of Happyness. The best part of the movie? The dog, Sam. And I liked how he was a real character, because for me, movies are nothing without it's characters. I hate homogeneity and I like character-driven movies like Little Ms. Sunshine, Meet the Parents/Fockers, and other such movies with unique and individual characters. Good writing, decent soundtrack, very fast-paced, intense plot.

Oh, yes, I thought the ending was, like J said, abrupt, yet fitting. I damn well nearly cried when the dog -never mind. Wait. The only people who read my blog already watched. (spoiler warning!!!!!!!!) The dog died. Damn. I nearly cried right there in the cinema next to an elderly couple who would'nt keep quiet throughout the movie. Luckily I remembered my reputation as 'a cool guy with boobs' was at stake and decided to tough it out. Ahem.

I Am Tired

25th Dec 2007

I went to Mass yesterday and didn't get back till, like, 1 in the morning. Midnight mass. The priest was more elaborate than usual, saying two words instead of one and singing every line he's got at every chance. There was also a re-enactment of the Nativity and a very nice performace by the choir. At least they were singing in tune; we have had previous choirs who have been absolute rubbish.

The Mass, surprisingly, was a meaningful one for me. I felt that joy (just a little bit, I mean, I dunno, it could have been leftover vestiges of the movie) of Christ's birth. Sounds holy, I know. Don't get used to it ;P

All in all, a good Xmas Eve, and today I intend to spend a lazy Xmas!

I Am Happy

Unusual, I know. How often do you find me happy? I remember vaguely K telling Bozu waaay back in first year that to approach me all he had to do was be as miserable as me. Well, oddly enough, I am no longer miserable. Never was, actually. I just liked sad songs and miserable-sounding music. Heh. But yeah, life is good at most times. It's just up to you to stop and let it get to our head that it is. You get downs and you get ups, but more importantly, remember the ups.

I Am Hungry

I am hungry for JCo and Takoyaki. Damn. Suddenly I gots the craving for that delicious Belgian Chocolate donut. Gar. Hmm. I ate at Yoshinoya yesterday for the first time; it was quite good, actually. Can eat full for 20 bucks. But anyway, I was SO hungry anything would have been good, hahaha.

Hmm.

Long post. I end now. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen for enduring my drivel.

Its back.

I am chastened and contrite.

Yet it was not my fault.

It was just bad luck.

Sigh.

No gaming for me.

Yesterday I was knocked down by a car in a hit-and-run.

The driver was a sadistic man who is a lecturer at our Uni. He decided to use his Proton to run me over and then took off like a lightning rod. He did not call the cops, the ambulance nor the paramedics; he left me there in for 1 hour and 40 minutes to freeze to death and suffer greatly.

I am serious.

I tried to get up, call for help, but I was stopped by multiple reasons, one of which was imminent death.

Yes, my friends.

I lie bruised, battered and gravely injured on my bed now.

Broken leg.

Permanent head damage.

The driver: Mr. Moral Paper.

The make of the car: Proton Suffering.

Plate number: MPW 2153.

(If by now you all want to throw potatoes at me, wait ah, lemme get a basket. I like potatoes. Can make stew.)

This is where I grin like an idiot and you all groan at my lameness.

Hahahahahaha.

But.

I am serious. I may actually flunk this paper. This will make the FIRST time in all my 14 years of education I have failed a major exam paper. I am in pain.

The paper of was a mish mash of confusing sentences and confusing choices of answers and confusing everything. Not to mench my BM has gone straight down the drain.

I sigh.

But since yesterday technically makes the last time we in JR will see each other (all in the same class) together for the next 4 months or so... its a tad nostalgic.

Ahhh.

How I remember.

The first day I arrived at the first semester of first year was memorable. I met Bozu and K for the first time thanks to MZ, and was also intro-ed to IS and The Blob. I remember my first impression of Bozu. I thought he was a cute little boy. Hahahaha. And I thought K was dark. Couldn't tell if he was Chinese or Chindian or whatever, it wasn't until slightly later I discovered he was part-alien, part-human. (No la, hahaha.)

I also remember how I blatantly forced everyone to introduce themselves as we sat in the classroom (the room next to PC105). I remember Mr.Y sitting at the back of our class, silent and wise. I remember how I told everyone I am really tall (d'oh) and I remember Bra-man trying to compare heights only to discover that I AM indeed taller than him. Hahahaha. I didn't know Bra-man too well back then; I knew he was funny, but now I also know he is a genuinely good guy. HS, ahh, well, he was a mystery and still is. The Blob I was warned was loud, but now I know other stuff too. K, I thought, was prickly (he started off the wrong foot with a LOT of people), and now I know he just a dumbass, but he be a truly good dumbass. (:P). Bozu... well. I pinched his cheeks, thought he was corny and cheesy and pretty much still do. He remains, I think, a good friend (at least on my part). So, Bozu my boy, no matter what, just remember you are who you are ok?

Ahhh.

Then I made friends, lost one for a while, found her back, made a strangely good new old one, met new ones, made good new ones and now remain in a small but cosy little group of close friends. Which is nice.

I never had such great times as I have now. Hanging out, telling stupid jokes and having friends who see me for who I am and actually accept it. It's a goood feeling.

So as we all step into the new phase of Industrial Training, we will learn new things, hopefully build contacts and carve a path for our future once we leave Uni.

Dinner calls, so I end here.

Goodbye all.

Alcapone, Takoyaki, I No Study.

These are the best parts about having friends; good ones.

1) They make you forget that your computer is busted and that you are on a tentative diet.

2) They make your day much better even though you are having a bad one; and have been
having bad ones for days. (Due to aforementioned busted computer)

3) They never fail to cheer you up with funny remarks.

Today I went to eat donuts and Takoyaki. For those who do not know what takoyaki is... wait. The only few people who read my blog DO know what takoyaki is. So never mind. But seriously.

Takoyaki is a delicious little Japanese treat. It's made up of Tako and Yaki.

Tako: Octopus, Yaki: Err, ball of flour?

It comes in a little ball; topped with a tasty BBQ-ish, sweetish and tangy sauce and fish flakes. And some other stuff I don't know but I will eat anyway. Its served piping hot (umm, yes, J should know all about piping hot ;p) and fresh off the pan. Eat with a stick and a wide open mouth.

Dee-lishous. It is a little salty/sweetish with a real zing. It's gooood. Much better than the ones in MidValley. Pretty pricey though; RM4 for three small little balls. (Why do I suddenly sound like a horny old lady paying for a gigolo with a mutated -----???? Everyone say "Ewwwwwww")

Hmmm.

My separation from Christian is taking it's toll. I miss him, I do, but he's currently indisposed. There is something wrong with his, erm, bits.

(OMG there I go again.)

Hmmmm. It's time I took a gooooood hard look at my life.

Anyway.

Sunway Pyramid is a cool hangout; nice buncha affordable stuff, some cool food shops, and lotsa things to look at.

Oh, and J-Co.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. *drools over keyboard and gets electrocuted*

I ate the Alcapone (pronounced Al-Ke-Po-Nee, me thinks), the Oreo one, the Belgian Chocolate one, heck, I ate heckuva a lot and we were passing around the different types of donuts. We were messier than the buncha kids next to us; the way the smooth creamy fillings were oooooozing out and the way each bite was pure pleasure. We passed around the donuts, sticky fingers and all.

Deeeeeeeeeeelicious.

Food was a highlight today; yes, it was.

=) Very nice.

Altogether, good day, good friends, good food, and no studying. Muahahahahahahahaha. Me flunking the Moral paper.

I am Deprived.

I am in Grief.

I am in Mourning.

My life as I know it is Over.

I am wrecked with Sorrow.

Goodbye, Christian.

There are times when I absolutely HATE being right.


MY LAPTOP HAS CONTRACTED A POWERFUL AND LETHAL VIRUS, which has wiped out my entire system and rendered my Internet connection, McAfee and CD/DVD drive completely useless.


I am not kidding, my friends. I have never been more serious in my life.

It is now 1.30 am and my brother (god bless him!) has JUST only finished salvaging my laptop.

I am now supremely frustrated, frightened to death and ready to bash my head to a wall for being such an unlucky fool.

Many of my friends have downloaded much much more than I have; anime, software, games, you name it. NONE of them have so much as caught a cold.

I caught the motherload of pneumonias and emphysemias. What did I do? Install Warcraft 3.

Words simply cannot explain my feelings now. I am torn between crying, screaming and pulling my own teeth out.

Its only been THREE weeks since my laptop arrived and already I've fucked up.

(You know this is serious when I use profanity online without censoring myself.)

I now want to kill myself. My laptop. My beautiful laptop. Only fuckin' 3 weeks and I've fucked up. I cannot believe it. I don't even know if I should cry.

FROM NOW ON:


1) NO MORE ILLEGAL GAMES. I am serious. Chocolatier and Plant Tycoon are as far as I will go. Sorry J and K. No CS LAN party. I cannot risk this happening again.


2) NO MORE DOWNLOADING SOFTWARE FROM THE NET. None. No more Limewire, nothing. No. I am fucking serious. Nothing unless it comes from the Microsoft website.

I am now so thoroughly upset with myself I am going to go to bed and hide under the covers and wish with all my heart that this was all just a bad, bad, nightmare.

Goodnight all.

This is a RANT post.

Now, there is nothing better than to warn your friends straight up about the amount of verbal diarrhoea that is about to take place. So if you should wish to scroll down to the end of this post for a piece of surprising news, please feel free to do so.

Now, Warcraft III is a great game. Its a classic. I love it. I want to play it.

I have awaited for HS's return from Melaka for 2 weeks so I may p****e off his game. Such are the actions of those without a steady, abundant cash flow.

I was faced with several startling and highly frustrating problems:

1) Cr*ck-ing the game - copy/paste so many times, no is working. Copy n paste again, suddenly working. Very the frustrating. Keygen got trojan, my McAfee go and block the thing so got to D/L keygen generator online. Long story short, 3 phone calls to HS and 2 long hours later.....

2) Playing the game.

Wait, you say. Why is playing the game a problem? I thought you wanted to play the game?

Oh, yes, my friends. I want to play the game.

I was playing the game.

I was enjoying Frozen Throne campaign. I was on a roll. Very the delighted.

Then suddenly....

FATAL ERROR!
War3 has encountered a fatal errror...
memory could not be read....63544738id866blablabla
youarescrewedyoudamnpiratemuahahaha
memorygoterrorbecauseyouapirate
gobuyoriginallayoudumbass
wescrewedyouovermuahahahaha

followed by some rude ^#@%^&@%#$%&%@&%

I re-started the game. Re-installed (making it the 3rd time I am re-installing) and played again, but same damn thing.

This was last night.

This morning, I re-installed.

Oh, wow, can play. Whee!

Suddenly, my whole computer black out and the whole screen turn blue and then the words:

Windows has encountered a problem and needs to shut down.
Windows has discovered you are using a pirated x pirated software and you are a shmuck.
Windows will now proceed to reboot.
Windows asks you to get smart and get original.
Windows knows you are poor and Bill Gates laughs in your face.

I am now very frustrated.

My beautiful laptop is completely boring without any nice games.

Worse, I suspect I may have permanently damaged my computer with a nasty virus. Now I am dependent on McAfee to save my sorry arse.


As promised, a piece of surprising news:

Jackalopes know the meaning of life.


Goodbye all.

The Greatest Mystery on Earth is Why Our beloved Uni has NO Wi-Fi.

When you get places like my sister's uni having friggin' free Wi-Fi (as of now, I am sitting in her Uni leeching off their Internet connection. Life is indeed unfair.) They don't even ask for ID's or whatsits. Their lax security is my advantage.

Anyway, so finally I have a chance to put my laptop to full use (whats the point of a completely mobile laptop if you don't utilise it?) and its awesome. And free. Muahahaha. So that is what my mom is paying for, eh?

Time: 9.29 am.

Date: 12th December 2007

Place: My sis's Institution of Higher Learning. (no names, okay?)

Loooong story about what I am doing in her place at this kind of time and this kind of day; when my exams are looming.

My sister is away in class and I am sitting in the very very 'cun' cafeteria. There is nobody about; it's nearing the end of semester/start of holidays.

Would have liked to do a study group today; but remembered in time V has to go visit a friend in the hospital.

Hmm.

Short post: this is simply meant to lament the fact that with the cheapest fees come the barest minimum of facilities. Sigh.

Ho-hum. I go surf the FREE internet.

Muahahahahahaha.

Its been three days.

I am oddly sane, mildly neurotic and strangely alert. I am amazed.

Now, let it be known: I am NOT a coffee addict; because I can quit anytime I want to.

(if anyone should ever ask me about the side-effects of crippling headaches, mild nausea and odd behaviour I shall deny most vehemently)

Hmm. Hmm.

Study week is done, (so to speak) and the only 'books' I've cracked open is King of Thorn and erm, Special A. (A fluffy manga I took out of sheer boredom, which turned out to be quite nice.)

True to my nature, I have not so much as studied, for I have a sense of complacency and self-assurance in my so-called writing skills. Pfft. I have rifled through the notes today; to which I discovered it pretty much is what I've learned in Journalism II (gee, and how well I did on that) and pretty much a lotta common sense. Still, one must do what one must do, and that is to sort of, kind of, perhaps maybe, look through the notes.

Ehehe.

Notwithstanding, I am still unable to muster up my usual pre-exam worries and panic ( maybe because I have been de-sensitized by my laptop) and hah, I am happy about it.

Hmm.

Got loads to do this week; go with sis to OneU to fix her DiGi problem and go with MZ to OneU to buy ice-cream sticks. -_-; That's twice in a week. Then gotta go up to The Star to grab me manga.

Then, I have something else.... can't remember....

Oh yes, EXAMS. Hahaha.

Thursday, in fact. x_x

Ah well. I am sure I'll live. Goodbye all.

Day One of Pauline's Combat against Coffee

I am quitting.

Cold turkey. No more Coffee/Caffeine (that includes tea, yes, for it may as well. I am not overly fond of tea, 'cept Chinese tea, and that I have to drink.)

Today is Day One.

I skipped my usual morning cup and slept like a dead whale stranded on a beach. No, really. I was so lost to the world I did not even dream. Of course, contributing to that was also a very, very late night. I went to bed only closer to 2.00 am yesterday, to which I was watching Ocean's Thirteen.

Today is Day One.

I did not have my usual cup with tea-time (Sunday, for me, sometimes mean no coffee in the morning so I can nap the day away and then wake up and have coffee with my Jacob's). This will mean a most vicious headache later; but I must at least try.

I must at least make an effort to prove to myself I am not completely useless without my coffee.

Honestly, when you start to be so dependent you are unable to form coherent sentences before a cuppa, you've got a problem. And I can sense a worse addiction when I start my Industrial Training.

Is there no end to this vicious cycle???

And it's 1.47 a.m -I am still awake.

I am still awake. It's cold.

It has been raining on and off the whole day as if the Mighty One up there just simply cannot decide if He wants to drench us or dampen us just enough to remind us who's Boss.

Did I mention it is cold?

Well, since technically it's Saturday, well, I went up to The Sun yesterday. Yeap. The Sun.

It was hot, like I expected. And filled with black spots. Got singed (my eyebrows never looked better and my skin looks like K's) and a little over-cooked but nonetheless I feel tanned, great and about to come down with skin cancer. Life is good.

It was in another planet (tumpang-ing another planet) and it required about 10,000 million light years to reach. And to return.

Met with the Sun-Priestess; she was nice. She even informed me that ice-cream is available in the canteen. Ice-bloody-cream. It's amazing. I said, "Damn, how do you guys keep it cool?" and she said, "We don't! Its melted! Hahahahahahahaha!"

And well, you must not piss off the Sun-Priestess by saying "Then why the heck did you tell me there's ice-cream when it's no longer ice, instead, it's just cream? What the heck is ice-cream without the ice?" No indeedy. Nuh uh.

So I laughed along. I said, "Haha, you got me!"

She also informed me that waaaay out there in The Sun, dress codes are rather lenient, so one is welcome to go about in one's birthday suit. No, literally. Anything else catches fire and then you will become the human torch and that, I assure you, is not nice.

When I left I realised it was sort of drizzling hot molten droplets of lava and so I scrambled to the space-depot (which was a 2.45 million light years walk away, not too far) and waited beside the space route that had spaceships going at a 1000 light-years-a-second. It was fun, getting bits and pieces of meteorite blowing in my face and burning holes in my epidermis.

When I boarded my correct space-ship back to the space depot that will take me to Earth, I was dropped off unceremoniously just outside the depot to Earth. Seems like the spaceship I was on was headed to Mars. Don't want to go there. Too many Mars Bars floating around, legal and illegal. Hitting unsuspecting visitors in the ol' noggin. Causing concussions. Last time I went to Mars I got hit and woke up in Tahiti two years later with a hot Italian guy in my arms and a tattoo that says 'I got Hit by a Mars Bar!'. I laser-ed the tattoo out and dumped Giovanni after I found him snuggling up a red-skinned Venusian and went to UTAR to pursuit Journalism.

Anyway.

When I returned back to Earth it was raining acid rain, so I got caught and got a nasty headache. Well, as we all know, I am a coffee addict, so I assumed the problem was due to the fact that my cuppa in the morning was too weak-ass. I decided to curb the headache by joining my brother, sister, future sister-in-law to a place called Bangi Kopitiam, and I drank a cup of 'Kopi -Gao' there.

Which, of course, explains why I am still awake while my equally-as-awake sister Chuzzles away. (Do ask me what Chuzzle is the next time we chat, yes?)

Now I am wide-awake, and typing out my various out-of-body experiences. It's freakin' amazing.

I also watched The Pursuit of Happyness, and it proved to be one of the best movies I've seen all year. For it's simplicity, heart and sheer good acting on Will Smith's part.

This, of course, I watched while I sipped Pina Coladas and while I had a contrite Giovanni on his knees, begging me for 50 cents. Because he saved another 50 cents on a bag earlier and the Chinese guy said if he got another 50 cents he can go buy something nice for his red-skinned Venusian from the dollar store. I gave him 48 cents. That'll teach his sorry ass.

Hmm.

I also have a Golden Compass, which I swore I'd return, yet I always seem to forget. However, I just got a smoking Howler asking me to return it before it exploded right in front of my eyes. You can't get more subtle than a Howler. I mean, 'em Whisperers are so obvious. ;P

Anyhows.

It's been a looooong 10000 million light years and I am still awake, and now it is 2.20 am. Odd.

It's freezing, did I mention?

Maybe I go visit Pluto.

Its' nice there. Lots of yellow dogs that belong to talking mice. They also have killer dumplings there, and the best chicken noodles that you've ever -

Wait.

Pluto is no longer a planet. They bombed the space depot there last year.

Damn you, smug scientist bas--...ketcases!

Sometimes life tries to play nasty little games with you.

Life, it seems, gets a kick outta s***ting with u. Gets a huge high from messing about your life. Practically squeals with glee each time it one-ups you. Yes, Life (whosoever he may be, damn him) has a sick sense of humour.

Take this for an example.

You need to top-up your phone. No, you desperately need to top-up your phone. You were unable to do so earlier because the mamak-shop behind your house has decided to go Maxis and stop selling Digi-prepaid. But you are still calm. You board the LRT to your destination.

So.

You arrive at the LRT station; you are confident that you will be able to re-activate your life-line, err, I mean, phone line, soon. After all, LRT stations are often equipped with little handymarts and news-stands. Easy.

Then.

You go to the news-stand, and you say "Digi, spuluh. (One must never say se-pu-luh. That's un-Malaysian. Must say spu-loh.)" The cashier-girl nods in your general direction, she pokes at the machine thingy and it beep and boops. You hand her the ten, but she holds up her palms, "wait", she indicates. So you wait.

And you wait.

And then, after you waited, you wait somemore. You suspect something (the machine thingy) is spoilt.

Hmmm.

After what seems like a thousand years, she speaks to the store manager/senior cashier and asks him what the heck is freakin' wrong with the freakin' machine. You too, want to ask what is freakin' wrong with the freakin' machine. (Only, in your head, you are not quite so polite)

They confer in low voices, poking the machine as it boops and beeps.

Then, after 5 minutes, she looks at you and says, "Finished."

Her expression is completely unapologetic. In fact, she looks rather amused.

You say, "Whhhhaaatt??" and she repeats, "Finished."

You are baffled. How can credit be finished?

What, did Di-freakin'-Gi run outta money? Did the Yellow Man demand a pay rise? What, yellow not doing it for him anymore so he quits and DiGi collapses and bankrupts?

You are resigned. But hey, you think, DiGi has that talktime advance thingy, right? You are hesitant to use it because you were unable to use it before due to the fact they only allow it for subscribers of above six months. But you try, because frankly, you are desperate.

So you type out *128#, and press 'call'. Then you press '4', then you press '1', and then....

Oh joy, it is successful!

You press 1 to confirm and then.....

'This transaction is available only for those with RM 0.01 to RM 2.00 balance.'

You are incensed.

Whhhhaaaatttt???

So you check you balance, wondering how come you have so much credit left and then...

Your balance: RM 2.05

My friends, Life, indeed, is a sick, sick thing.

Saddened and disappointed with your string of ironies, you trudge towards the pay-phones and, *sob*..... you reached the point of no return.

You actually USE the payphone.

The horror. The shame. The agony. The dirty handles and mouthpieces. The stupid coins you have to put inside.

So you return home, tired and disappointed. (Both by life and by dashed expectations of something much-anticipated.)

And you type this out to illustrate to the world that yes, Life is a funny little man with a twisted sense of humour.

Goodbye, all.

Why am I not Blogging?

In light of recent events, it has simply occurred to me I did not blog despite having a subject to brag...err, I mean, blog about. My new Hotrod! (a curious term used by J to refer to my Laptop) Yes, my friends, IT is here and I can stop talking about it after this post. *champagne popping*

It came upon a sunny Saturday, (after a very exciting phone call from my brother on Friday morning informing me of it's imminent arrival, to which I squealed and shrieked and generally acted in a deplorably embarrassing manner) while I was picking up all manner of Unspeakables (another curious term courtesy of my father to use upon the private undergarments of certain Wongs) and sniffing out every microscopic bit of dust from every nook and cranny.

It was Cleaning Saturday, and I eagerly looked out the window every millisecond for the sound of the lorry and the bark of Maya, who, as usual, barks at anything that so much as approaches our house. That includes insects, frogs, imaginary dingbats and various hallucinations of various barkable enemies.

It arrived in a SKYNET lorry, and my brother dealt with it accordingly. I made him a deal; I will mop the living room floors and do his part of the chores and he sets up my laptop for me. To which I regret, because it turns out that the laptop needed no setting up. All you had to do was turn it on and wait. Thats' it. Everything is ready.

*shoots self in leg*

But it was alright, I got some extra exercise... (sure, that is what I care about, uh huh, witness the false self-assurance, my friends.)

*sigh of contentment*

So that's it.

Now, I can move on with my posting.

Study week has started, and I have achieved many things.

1) I have discovered that I can put a Daisy-shaped clock on my Vista sidebar, and I have named my clock Ithildin's Bane.

2) I have re-played Chocolatier 2 and am nearly at where I was in my former desktop.

3) I have managed to wipe off several stubborn grubby finger-marks off my laptop.

4) I have managed to breathe in and out for the past three days with no problems.

5) I have teased Maya mercilessly by flopping her ears and poking her in the nose.

6) I have eaten food with no dastardly consequences.

7) I have watched my 3rd re-run of The Devil Wears Prada and the 4th re-run of Underworld: Evolution.

8) I have made plans for Golden Compass.

9) I am still alive!

10) I have not studied.

........................................................

Oh s***.

Hmmm.

I think I may have lost most of my Feature Writing notes. It is somewhere in my bag, and I simply cannot bring myself to study for a subject that has 'Writing' in it. How can you study writing?

And besides, if my memory serves me well I should be able to remember what Datin thought us last semester......wait.

I am relying on my memory??

*pulls out long, long, rope and ties to ceiling fan*

Goodbye everybody.

*jumps*

*ceiling fan breaks*

Ah, garn it.

I have a Moral textbook. It tells me that the few Morals I should live by are:

1) The way of noble life and self-sacrifice is to eat the last piece of chocolate so that YOU shall bear the burden of sugar instead of your overweight brother and diabetic father.

2) The ultimate good deed is to help your friends escape the stressfulness of studying by providing a distraction of movies, chatting and loooong lunches.

3) The only way to achieve enlightenment is to turn up the brightness of your laptop in the middle of the night as you build your chocolate empire.

With these morals, I shall rule the world!!!!! *evil laughter*

......................I had a Pinky & the Brain moment.

Sigh.

I think I go now. I feel rather bleargh. Though, really, how can one feel bleargh? I mean, bleargh-ism is a state of mind and -

*gets shot, finally*

Damn.

Another day; yet it marks the (sorta) ending of yet another semester

Today we passed up our final assignment. The LAST one. The big FINALE.

It was Feature Writing, and already my hands are weary and my eyes bleary.

I am tired.

Woke up far too early, spent a sleepless night (what's new?) and trudged to classes I don't want to go for.

After so long (yes, it's been quite some time, odd, innit, considering we both leave house at around the same time) bumped into J at bus stop.

We headed toward a destination neither of us cared for, or wanted to go.

Pointlessness can have no grander manifestation than today's class. Nice lunch, though, sushi, (burnt a bloody hole thru my pocket but well, MZ gets what MZ wants so.... ;P) and then back to another pointless class in which Mr. S was busy bitching and pissy-ing around.

Sigh.

I am weary.

I am beat.

I wish to retire to the safety of my bed, but I have a feeling sister dearest will be home soon to ruin the rest of my life. (:P)

I am exhausted.

The ten-don I had now sits pretty in my tummy, the chocolate bun that followed was cold but tasty, my bus ride to LRT was mercifully replaced by a kind lift from MZ (thanks! :)) and the ensuing train ride was not unbearable (not peak hour) and the last bus ride home was thankfully quick.

Bone-tired, but I am content.

Laptop arrives next week; I shall be patient and then I can drool and stroke and make (in the words of perverted K) sweet, sweet love to it. It shall be my other half.

(I can just hear my sister saying "Stop scaring poor human beings with your weirdness, dude. And damn, go get a boyfriend!") -to which I reply I am committed to Maya.

My posts are getting shorter, are they not? (I can hear cheering) Goodbye all.

P/S: And yes, J, mi amigo, mea culpa, me sorry me accuse you! ;P

P/P/S: OOh, had a K and Bozu experience in MZ's car; cockroach bloody crawled on my toes!!!!! Luckily MZ kept cool. Me freaked, o'course. I shook my feet violently and squealed and then it disappeared. Damn, I squealed like a pig about to be made into bacon. The shame!!

I will be shot. I am sure of it.

For many reasons:

1) I've been going on about my laptop for weeks now; I am either lusting after it, bitching about it, talking about it or plain ranting about it. I apologise to you, my friends, and thank you for your patience. I have finally acquired it (it is still in the factory somewhere in Dell-land, but it will be here SOON) and so I will finally shut up.

2) I was mean, no, seriously, mean to a few people. Three guesses towards whom (the third occuring only just this morning). Though I must admit everyone gets mean once a while its just not quite me, now, is it? Don't get me wrong; I am not claiming I am goody-goody or whatever, but I am many things, mean is not exactly what I do on a regular basis. I am loud, blur, very slow and very high-strung, but not mean. *shrug*

3) I've been a Chocolatier Maniac. So much so I ignore summonses, ignore invitations to eat cake (yesterday being my mum's b-day, Classic Cheese from Secret Freakin' Recipe, yum) and even abandon normal bath-times.

I sigh.

Hmmm.

Short post today; must be losing my fondness for wasting people's precious time.

=P

I am Happy.



I am Content.



At the rate I go, by end of this week, many (if not all) of you would have willingly whipped out your semi-automatics and sniper rifles and machine guns to shoot me repeatedly where it hurts the most.



And I would not blame you.



Though, considering I am somewhat amusing and I make nice pancakes... perhaps you could put off my execution till, say, end of December? I would like to watch Golden Compass first and use my laptop for at least a month.



Oh, didn't I mention?



I am getting one.



And just in case (well, this IS the Internet) anyone who is thinking of mugging me, think hard, buster, because my laptop will be a low-budget one and I am a very, very large girl who is much stronger than she looks (I wash toilets with nothing but a coconut brush and a 3M scotch-pad, and it is still sparkling clean- its all upper-body strength) . I also will not be stupid enough to carry it around with me everyday, d'oh. So go rob someone else.



Have I mentioned I'll be getting a laptop? No? Well, now I am.



Ahem. *dodges a barrage of bullets*



I am currently addicted to Chocolatier and Plant Tycoon. No, really. Somehow or other, thanks to MZ, I am beginning to love simple games that you can play on your desktop and multitask at the same time.

I can write crap on Moral shishkebab and grow my plants.


I can type out reviews and build my chocolate empire.


I can grow plants and sell chocolates at the same time.


I can chat, type and surf the Internet while selling chocolates and growing plants.


It's friggin' amazing, people.


I have got recipes of all the truffles; they sell very well, by the way. Though they look absolutely delicious.....J rained on my parade by reminding me that I can't eat any of it.


Gar.


Ah. I go. Me skip class today. Me is baaad-ass. Yarrr.

Much Ado About Nothing and Fonts, and Idiots on the LRT: Part One.

I use the Trebuchet.

Happy now, Bozu?

After receiving some disparaging thoughts in regards to my choice of fonts, I have decided, after much mulling, that my blog is my blog but ahaha! This Trebuchet is nicer than Courier. So I am trying out Trebuchet. May change back to Courier later, as my whims see fit.

Hmmm.

Now, we move on.

Much ado about nothing at all. Don't we all? We all possess the irksome gift of making every little molehill a mountain. Though for some of us, it is much more pronounced.

And for you lucky people out there who are able to control these electromanic waves of exaggeration, Grr to you.

For, unlike you, I am unable to do so. I am totally incapable of looking at things calmly and with objectivity. I am a creature ruled solely by emotions and very little intellect. It is of the most likely of possibilities that I completely lose my head and snap. Oh, I don't mean go into a raving tantrum (I don't get angry easily) but into a state of utter panic.

Sigh.

That being said, I have a feeling that recently I have made things bigger than they actually are; in the process I've come off as paranoid, perasantan and well, to some, bitchy. It's not everyday you get people in the neck of your woods, now, is it? (Gee, what an obvious clue to what I am talking about)

Hmmph.

Today was, without a doubt, the most trying day of my life. Trying, not tiring, though I am very the tired, it was more trying than tiring.

Encountered the two stupidest human beings alive in the LRT today; some bimbo chick and her dopey boyfriend. She was trying to get outta the train, me right behind her and her stupid boyfriend played the fool by pulling at her bag, and as is as icky as you would expect, they tussled, squealed and played sick love games for a while and BLOCKED my way.

Now, let it be known that the doors only open for that long. There are DROVES of people trying to leave that screeching hunk o' metal. YOU DON'T PLAY FOODLES AND MANJA- MANJA IN THE BLOODY TRAIN AT PEAK HOUR. YOU ARE MAD/STUPID/IDIOTIC TO DO SO.

Let it be known that one of the greatest offenses you can commit against me is to get in my way when I am trying to go somewhere urgently. If we are simply just fooling around as a joke, it's perfectly fine. But when I encounter idiots who try to play friggin' LOVE games in the train, well. I see RED, people. RED.

Nearly got caught between the doors again, and all because of The Most Idiotic Couple Alive.

I actually don't mind if couples openly display affection or whatever. I am not a prude. I in fact think it's sometimes rather sweet to see two people in love. BUT DAMN IT, GET OUT OF MY WAY! Go canoodle and foodle and shishkebooble somewhere else instead of smack centre of my designated path, garn it!

So what did I do? Pushed Bimbo Chick away and stormed out. It was already so late (due to my extremely slow pace of walking to Cold Storage) and I've got 4 other hungry mouths to feed, okay? I think manners can be given to Hades for the moment, don't you think? Hmmph.

Anyway. I go now. I got reviews (4, to be exact) to write and I can hear my Maya demanding to be let out.

Goodbye, all.

Beowulf, Boredom, Blues and Bloody Endings

Today I watched Beowulf.

And henceforth, since I particularly like this font, I shall use it in all my posts.

Today I watched Beowulf.

Let it be known that MZ can turn the most action-packed and violent CG of the year into a comedy routine of gay confessions and strip teases (though, honestly, it was I who was making a big deal out of it).

Let it be known I admire Robert Zemeckis.

Let it be known that Angelina Jolie has only ONE foreign accent; called the Angelina-in-a-foreign-role accent.

Let it be known that scatterbrain-ism is infectious, possibly deadly and dastardly in it's consequences to a certain HS.

Also, let it be known, henceforth, that Beowulf was kick-ass. For it's pretty darn amazing animation and graphics, and for it's honestly good score and soundtrack. And, of course, for its numerous dodgy bits.

Dodgy bits; in which these bits are cropping up and creeping into our conversations lately. I have no idea why. Dody bits which started with an innocent mention of a certain dodgy part in an anime; by the ever-unsuspecting J.

Beowulf. My hands were a frantic mess of WTF movements (try it; all you do is put your arms out, turn your palms upward and pretend you're shaking an imaginary box violently) and mimed horror at the end of the show. I was speechless. Words failed me.

Be warned, my friends. It was unflinchingly violent (I mean, from the guy who brought us Polar Express!) and, no, really, I am SERIOUS, it be VIOLENT. Do not bring your younger siblings to watch.

BORedOM, BoredOm.

Is the name of the game now.

I am bored of the mind-numbing classes, the stuporforic lecturers.

I am bored of riding the crowded LRT in the mornings (the evenings ain't so bad, coz I got company).

The only thing keeping me at Uni is, very frankly put, my friends. Oh, and an education, of course. But otherwise, this whole semester has been a total an utter BORE.

BLUES

Are hitting me hard in terms of my writing. I am ashamed to admit I have grown soft, gone seed, gone blinking natters by the complacency that is OZ. When all you do is give your opinions on something and wham! money, it does terrible things to you as a writer.

I am not complaining. Don't ever get me wrong. I am very, very content these past few weeks; for I have finally let go of some things that have held me in a noose and came to terms with myself. And not to mention, finally it dawns upon me I am a lucky b**** sometimes. And, I have more friends now that I have ever had before and it is a nice feeling indeed. To add to my bliss, things are back to normal and it feels much better now. Not to mention, assignments are mostly done and over with.

But although many of my issues are unresolved (and much to my chagrin, I do not think they will ever be resolved soon, thanks to my constant obsessing)I am most content, generally. Not over the moon or anything (I am never happy; one can NEVER be happy without a laptop to achieve true happiness), but content.

Add to that, I enlisted the help of my brother and now I am gonna get a much better laptop.

Blues. Only in my writing. Everything else, is pretty much sunny.

BLoody Endings

RG Veda volume 10. The end. The finale. And it was the most bloody, senseless and ridiculous waste of lives I have ever witnessed. Everyone either killed themselves or killed others to 'save' them.

And damn, and sorry to any RG Veda fan reading this, damn, damn, damn (forgive my cussing)

The evil bad-ass villain is BLOODY GAY!!!!!!!!!!

I have nothing against gay people, heck no, but you don't make the ultimate evil baddie have a crush on the ultimate good guy of the manga. Sheesh.

CLAMP has a lot to answer to fans.

I go. My heart can't take this.

Plant Tycoon, Pengajian Moral and Perpetual Scatter-brain

Ahaha.

It's been a three-day disappearance for me. And we all know that is rare. I am one of those no-life people who live to blog about every insignificant detail. *sweat*

But, three days and some verrrry interesting things have happened. I warn you. If you read about Plant Tycoon, you will ask me what it is about and you will be addicted. If you are a girl, that is. So far the boys I know that have tried it don't like it. They like killing plants, though. Horrible creatures.

Let's go.

PlaNt TycooN

Is the most addictive, awesomely slow-paced, ridiculously fascinating and horribly monotonous game in the entire universe. (By that I mean the entire life of this particular Whale.)

I love it.

I cannot stop playing it. I must cross-breed and grow them so I can see their pretty flowers. For a more detailed and less manic description of the game, just go to MZ's blog. Oh, I can't believe it, this is the third thing MZ has got me hooked on like madness.

First was anime and manga (yes, it was MZ who showed me that there is more than Doraemon, Penyiasat Remaja and Sailormoon).

Then came sushi. (Her parents tapau-ed one day when I was at her place and I've been hooked ever since).

And now Plant Tycoon. And guess what? I have a feeling there will be many, many more things to come in the future. Witness the power of peer influence!! :P

But it is a very nice game. Best part is, you can multitask like mad on your comp while actually playing it. No need to pause and whatnot. And the requirements are practically nil.


PEngajiaN MoraL

I hate it.

It has caused me three days of sleeplessness; of which cumulatively I think I slept less than 12 hours in three days. Why, do you ask?

Simple. The bloody assignment.

Let it be known I know next to nothing about all the nilai craps***. Nothing.

Let it be known my group members don't, either. Well, except maybe J, 'cause he was on a roll.

Let it be known the essay was finished on the day of the deadline with 10 minutes to spare.

Let it be known my BM is so rusty it got arrested for rust contamination.

Let it be known that I hate Moral.

Thank you J and K (though you be crapping BIG time, K) for all your hard work. It was not fun, now was it? So don't procrastinate!


PerpetUaL ScatTerbraIn.

I am scatterbrained lately. I know, I know, I am always scatterbrained; but lately more so. Just ask MZ and J. They talk one thing, I talk another. People talk about jelly, I talk about biscotti. People ask me A, I answer C, D and F.

I just am totally blur lately.

I suspect the lack of sleep.

Maybe tonight, I will get some.

G'nite all.

Sometimes, all you get is the Sun, shining brightly in the sky -and all you really want is the stars shining on your cold, retreating back. I wanted Stars. Not Suns. Sigh. But my b****ing ends here. I am content to have the Sun on my face. Stars are overrated anyway.

Moving on.

Today was a loooooong day spent doing absolutely nothing. Replacements were merely jokes designed to keep us in class as late as possible. And get stuck in the piddling rain to boot.

And so my boredom manifested itself into three separate short, ridiculous stories; which I shall post up here.


So here goes:

The Frog 'Prince' Version 6.95

Once upon a time, there lived a most unhappy frog. Worse, he knew he was a frog; ugly, slimy, green and utterly devoid of any charms of any sort. All he wanted was a lady-frog to share his life with, which, thanks to his commitment issues, was proving to be an immensely difficult task.

All the other eligible lady-frogs were taken (and not by other bull-frogs , most of the time) and the rest were simply toads. He was a sad frog; and thoughts of sewer-cide were pervasive.

And so his life passed; unbeknownst to the many who walk past his drain everyday as he croaked his sad love songs.

And then one fine day, he fell in love with a princess -not just any princess, but a fairytale princess. Now, princesses of any kind are rare, almost always snooty and spoiled rotten. This particular princess would put the rest to shame.

She was so rare people from all over came to see her.

She was so snooty she made high horses look short.

She was so spoiled she reeked.

Our poor frog hero loved her anyway, despite the warnings he felt in his amphibian heart. So, he went out of his way to woo her.

He brought her his birth tadpole-spawn, in all its slimy and translucent glory.

He brought her swamp insects of every kind.

He even presented her with his grandmother's legs.

Nothing worked; all he received for his pains were a kick, a cry of horror and a heavy chair or two. And so, saddened, he returned to his pathetic life, once again contemplating sewer-cide.

One fine day, he received news that his princess-love had died after choking on a meal of stewed frog's legs.

And so, devastated, our hero took his life.

The End.

I have no more strength in me left to type the other two equally as silly stories. This is just the funniest; the other two are depressing and disturbing.

Now, this being said, I am tired of the boring classes and the mind-numbing lectures. Mr. Money does absolutely nothing in class. Either we're sitting there, watching anime, or we're yakking our heads off.

This is just not right I tell you.

P/S: Moyashimon is.....awesome. Amazing. Smashing. Wizard.

Laptops, Lapdogs, and Lazy Bones.

LAptOp

I've got a folder with my name on it on my brother's very clean desktop. It's called 'Wong May Wan's Stuff'. It's about a 200 MB in size. It's got all my stuff in it; my Word documents, my music (cause my brother's song list is all moldy oldies and jazz pieces) and a few pictures.

I like oldies, but not all oldies.

Okay, my point is, (forgive the meandering) I need a bloody laptop. Now. Not later, now.

I dream about it.

I drool over pictures of it on the Dell website. (The Vostro has my name on it, I swear)

I am seriously contemplating the murder of a very good friend for his very 'cun', blue-coloured, silver-keypadded laptop. (Sorry, desperate times call for desperate measures, mi amigo. You want me to be happy, don't you?)

I am starting to annoy my mom with my constant badgering.

I am beginning to annoy myself with my constant badgering.

And I have sort of become a hantu-pinjam-abang-punya-laptop.

I ask him every night, with a manic gleam in my eyes;

"Do you need your laptop tonight, Ko?"

When he says 'yes', my whole body droops, my eyes falter, my grin fades and I turn my longing eyes towards his laptop, sitting pretty on his desk.

When he says 'no', my hands grab his laptop so fast it is as if Bruce Lee has come alive in me.

When he glares at me, I give him an 'act cute' grin and puppy eyes. Then he will oblige me, just to get rid of me. Then it's Bruce Lee again.

*rubs nose with thumb, ala Brucey boy*

However, when December rolls in, I will get one. God willing. I am beginning to annoy several people with my talk of 'laptop, laptop, December, December' I am sure.

I apologise, my friends. It's as if my entire life will begin with the acquiring of my own laptop. All my hopes, dreams, wishes hang upon the arrival of my very own Dell.

The climax of my 21 years of life is the soon-to-be-mine laptop, which I shall name Christian Dell. He shall be my other half. He shall be my companion. He shall be my one true love. I shall give my life to him; and will protect him with my life. No one shall take him from me.

*struggles to escape straightjacket, while three burly men in white suits injects Xanax*


LApdoGs

Maya has got a nasty insect bite on her tummy. And a patch of rashes of some sort as well. I've cleaned it out with some slightly diluted Savlon and have been cleaning it out with disinfectant. It seems to be getting better, but I've got to keep an eye on it.

Now, lapdog she isn't, but she is damn cute anyway. She has recently taken to sitting down and looking at me with innocent eyes everytime I come home from Uni. She will make her funny 'arrruuu' noises and just sit there, waiting for her customary tummy rub.

Truly, as only dog owners will know, there is nothing more pleasurable than knowing that no matter what crappy day you've had at work or at Uni, your dog will be waiting to welcome you home.

When you realise that there is actually someone who eagerly awaits your return and is ecstatic when you do, it is the best feeling in the world.

It is indeed a wonderful feeling to see your dog wagging his/her tail and being genuinely happy to see you home. I never refer to dogs as 'it', I think it's unfair.

Maya never fails to bring a smile (nay, a broad grin) to my face the moment I reach the gates of my house after a long and tiring ride on the bus and the LRT. No matter what, she is always there, happy to see me. Best of all, she loves me. And she is truly happy to see me; without thinking 'aha, she's home, now I can get her to make dinner' or ' aha, she's home, I can go to sleep'.

All Maya thinks is 'aha, she's home, dinner for me!' -which is fine, because she can't say it and so I can fool myself that she is just happy to see me.

Although one of the saddest things in the world is losing a dog, having one, in retrospect, is one of the happiest things in the world.

And there is nothing quite like the adoration in a dog's eyes, a true loyalty and affection regardless of who you are and what you look like.

Damn, it makes all the trouble I go through to bathe her and take things away from her mouth and chase her around the porch worth it.

LAzy BoNes

I've got a serious case of that. My editor called me just a few days ago, enquring of my wherabouts, sort of, at least she asked me why so long time never hear from me.

Which is very flattering (she is the editor of StarTwo after all) and slightly ominous (deadlines!!!).

But yet I cannot get myself to get down to writing. I always fear everything I write will simply not do anything justice. This is huge, people. I am afraid. I am very afraid I will screw up.

My fear incapicitates me. Agh.


In the end, I guess I'll just keep trying. One day, I will have spurt of inspiration and the words will just come out in waves. I just hope it comes soon before I get whooped.

P/S: I've got 1029 words on Nanowrimo now. Whee. Yay. Feel my elation, people. Can you not feel my joy???

Na-NO-Wri-Mo and A Birthday

My dad turned 'fifty' yesterday.

Why the 'fifty'?

Because my dad's birthday isn't till the 20th. Yesterday was the 8th; Deepavali, to be exact (I would wish my pals a very Happy Deepavali, but I know for a fact none of my friends who actually read this blog celebrate this Festival of Light and Murukku) and as usual, there is a bizarre story that accompanies everything that has my dad's name on it.

My dad, for some strange reason, has always maintained that he was born on Deepavali Day, in 1957, which is, oddly enough, TRUE.

In the glorious year of our Merdeka, it was Deepavali on the 20th.

That was when my dad -my very tall, very scary, very old-fashioned, very loving, very funny and very intelligent Daddy was born.

And so, the actual 20th of 2007 is to be on a Tuesday. However, it will be a hassle to get everyone home in time for our intended 8-course meal. And not to mench, me grandma is invited, and she no be okay with weekdays. So me mom suggested the 18th, a Sunday. But naw, Sundays are waaaay to crowded in the restaurant.

So my dad happily suggests that hey, why not do it on the 8th?

*here is where you insert a sweat bead*

Get this: We got a nice Moist Chocolate Cake from Secret-bloody-Recipe (mom got voucher) and hell, we didn't even sing a song or blow candles. Just cut it, put on plate and let's eat, people. My dad hates all that 'Happy Birthday to yoooouuuu' nonsense.

Besides, we all sing like cats on heat anyway so it's small wonder he does away with the singing.

The dinner was....delicious.

On the menu....

1) Four Seasons thingy
2) Shark fin's soup
3) Buttered prawns
4) Yam Ring
5) Pork trotters
6) Celery+lotus root
7) Longevity noodles
8) Dessert

It was goooooooooooood.

I cannot write a WORD for nanowrimo
damndamnddamdn!!!!!!!!!!

Stardust and then some

Stardust

What a movie. What a movie. Wait. What was the movie again?

Oh yeah, Stardust.

Erm. Yeah.

Pretty good, but strangely unmemorable. Quite a few laughs, but none that I remember except for Robert DeNiro in a dress. (Why do movies involving drag of some sort keep cropping up lately?)

Some fairly good acting, but nothing that sticks in my mind as particularly award-winning.

In fact, overall, it was a nice, pleasant, enjoyable yet totally and utterly unmemorable movie. No one will be talking about this movie for years to come; unlike epics such as LOTR. It was merely a pleasant way to spend two hours or so.

Also, first time meeting with A. Very, very nice guy. That's all I am going to say for now. (:p)

Some Strange Happenings

I am not used to intentional attention. Seriously.

See, I attract attention a lot; but they are, in almost all cases, unintentional. I just can't help sticking out. But when attention is given to me intentionally, well, it kind of scares me.

It is always the irony of life, is it not?

When what you want is exactly what you cannot get; and what you don't want comes stomping all over your toes and permeating all your pores.

And now, more than ever, I learnt the lesson of being in another's shoes. Which is a lesson that is strange, ironic and painful for me to learn. And not to mention, embarrasing.

It is like a sudden realization; it hit me like my sister's foot in the morning. It's as if my past has come to haunt me.

More than ever I realise that the way I have been in the past are oddly disturbing to me. And now, the worst of my past seems to have manisfested itself into one single entity.

I cannot face this entity. Yet I am far too muddled to not face it. I fear having to answer the question 'Am I really a shallow person deep down?' I have always been convinced that I am not, no matter how I drool over cute guys. Nobody is ugly, unless they make themselves so. But this entity may just prove that I am just as shallow as the rest of the world.

Yet am I not allowed moments of superficiality?

For, in the end, the words 'Do unto others what you want done unto you' are hollow and they chain us to our conscience like thread made of willpower alone.

It is more like 'Do unto others whatever you want but be warned: it'll bite you in the arse'.

What should I do, when my own personal 'ghost of Pauline past' come crashing my own little private party?

I am, in the end, making a mountain of a molehill.

Yet when the molehill is merely an illusion..... it could be a bloody mountain for all I know.

I am tired. So tired. Tired of the way life's ironies come screeching into my driveway. Tired of how life seems to enjoy messing me up and throwing me out of the window.

Ironies. Huh. Ironies.

And still, after all that meandering, I am at loss of what to do.

I think, my friends, I have hurt somebody today that I didn't mean to.

Sigh. I sigh.

Invisible Chairs, IKEA, Inertia and a Movie.

Invisible Chairs

Sometimes you feel as if a chair has been pulled out from under you. Other times, you sit on your butt, wondering what happened and it is only till much later -as you realize that your brand new jeans have been dirtied- that yes, someone pulled the chair out from under your butt.

I did not see it coming. K got me there real good. I just completely and utterly sat all the way only to realize that poof! the chair wasn't there.

I sat there on the not hygienic carpetted floor; for about 5 seconds, stunned and wondering what the hell happened, with a look that I can only describe as stupefied. Then, of course, I realised someone really did pull the chair out from under me, in a random streak of mean-ness.

Huh. Me blur or K mean? You decide.

Though, in the end, I did not mind quite so much, I am not the type to hold grudges. All I can say is that the next time you sit on a chair, K, you better make sure I ain't standing behind ya. Muahahaha.

Revenge is mine, sayeth the Lord, but I am sure, that since we are made in His likeness, we are entitled to revenge from time to time.

IKEA

Hmm.

Went to IKEA for the first time (cue: coconut shell, what she been living under, the usual shishkebab) today with MZ. I love that place. It's so nice. Seriously. The stuff there range from expensive to affordable to downright cheap.

Bought some necessities, no, I will not detail them here, if I go on to do so I may get shot for being so darned irritating.

Inertia

Inertia? Why Inertia, you ask. Simple. Because hanging out with MZ is like a gravitational pull that pulls your entire body in a direction you have no choice but to follow. That is not a bad thing, by the way. It's very odd, that though I am so much bigger than she, it is she who pulls me around.

Been hanging out with MZ loads lately. Especially last week, since J was absent all week and K made only sporadic appearances. But it feels good to go for some major girly shopping and to get away from the oodles and oodles of testosterone that accompanies the two people I hang out with most. Heh.

Also, been catching up on all the latest happenings in our little JR community. I've almost forgotten how fun hanging out with MZ can be. Ehehe.

Bought some accesories, will wear them to uni for the next few weeks to show them off. Girly parts of me showing up. Wow.

Movie.

Have got meself a movie date with an online friend, A, tomorrow. Have no idea what he looks like and hopefully I will not get FFK-ed. Honestly, though I understand completely that people have lives, it seems to be a feeling I am getting strangely familiar with....Sigh. Just unlucky of me I guess. Unless... its something more sinister..... ah, that's my paranoia talking!

I use the word 'date' loosely, people. For a lack of a better word. It's not that kind of date. He's a nice guy, I want to watch Stardust, and it so happens we have been talking about meeting up. *shrug* Why not, eh?

Anyway.

Me mom and sis are watching Ratatouille downstairs, which means that for the next 1/2 hour or more I have the computer. My joy, I am afraid, is short-lived.

My thoughtful word for the day?

Friendship.

Rekindle those you have allowed to get cold and appreciate those you have now. I have gone without friends for a large part of my life in the past; and now that these past 4 years or so have been kind to me in terms of friendship, I learn very quickly to just be happy with the friends I have made. Because although life can seem cold and the people in it; colder, it really is not all that bad.

Life is beautiful
But it's complicated
and we barely make it.

-Vega 4

Still, we soldier on. Seriously, it simply isn't worth getting pissed off when a friend gets on your nerves sometimes. This does not mean you become a total pushover (though I seem to exhibiting symptoms of Pushover Disease) but merely that it isn't worth it. People come with their beauty and with their flaws. All you have to do is remember the good, not the bad. Optimistic? You bet. Must have rubbed some off from J. He is the eternal optimist.

It is always important to remember the parts of your friend that you liked in the first place. No point harping on their faults. Everyone has faults. Until, of course, they step over your line of patience and make you seriously pissed. Then it is ALL OUT WAR. Lol. To be fair, everyone has different tolerance levels. Some have higher than most and are slow to anger. Some are quick-tempered, it is not their fault. Just have to be careful about making 'em mad, thats' all.

All in all, it was a fairly good week.

Several interesting things have happened since last I updated. Which was not too long ago... but you know what I mean. A lot of things can happen in the shortest imaginable amounts of time.

No, I did not get hitched in a 24-hour whirlwind romance to some blond, blue-eyed 'angmo'. And I certainly did not get RM 19264 in of those dodgy TOTO things. Though I wish I did, most heartily.

First interesting thing....

Blessed Peace.

I did not get bugged by my relatives. At all. I mean, like, they left me alone. Wonderful! They didn't ask me questions, they forgot I existed, they didn't even see my face! Its amazing! I am so happy! I mean it! I was chilling with me MP3 all night and no one bothered me! Its... its....just wonderful. Sigh.

Vegetarian Indian food at RM (blank)

Can you imagine? I have lived in KL for all my life. A total of 21 years. Of which 5 of them included the existence of Midvalley Megamall (less? more? I dunno, could be less) and yet I did not know the existence of this vegetarian Indian restaurant that serves up food at any amount you wish to pay. No, really. You take your food, you chow it and then you pay any amount you want. Its more like a donation/charity. However, a certain something happened changed my mind about it being a charity.

Me, MZ, M and W went to Midvalley during the 4 hour break we had on Monday, see. And then HS and Bozu showed up. So HS tells us about this place. And me and M, out of sheer curiousity, decided to check the food out. So we shared a plate. And it wasn't a big plate or anything. It was, you know, cukup satu orang makan la. We shared anyway. But let's make it clear it was only one plate.

When M went to pay, the lady at the cashier (for lack of a better word) asked her if she was paying individually or a group, since there were four of us at the table. She looked immensely suspicious when M told her only she ate. Which is true. I split it with her the payment, because I also nibbled some off her plate, but there was only one plate. We paid RM 5, which I think is supremely reasonable and very decent for the fact we took so little and it was only a lot of curry. We didnt even take the fried rice; we took plain white rice. And trust me, we did not take much. We had already eaten at McD's earlier.

The point, however, is that you should not actually make demands as to how much one should pay. It's a charity, isn't it? And what if the people who go there to eat cannot afford much and so goes there to grab a decent meal and pay what they can afford?

Its a charity thing, isn't it? It defeats the entire purpose if you start demanding that people must pay a certain amount. And for crying out loud, its not sotong and prawns and mutton and expensive stuff, its all simple fare. With very few varieties. So what business do you have to dictate a tacit agreement on how much to pay?

Of course, common courtesy dictates that we have some form of decency. Don't la go and eat for 10 people and pay RM1. D'oh. But for two people share one plate (which was not much) RM 5 is quite decent. It ain't generous, but it ain't indecent for sure.

Anyway, I still do think that that place is a good idea actually. The food was okay, btw. Sort of like temple food.

Traipsing around a large part of KL with me Momsikins.

This is far by the most interesting. Let it be made known that me and my mom never actually go anywhere together, at least not in the KL area. It is always 'All for 5, 5 for all' with us. With the occasional 6th. (My bro's wife-to-be). We never actually go out, take public transport and go shopping together.

See, my mom had some stuff to settle at the banks in KL, but unfortunately my sis got involved in a small car encounter (some guy wasn't paying attention and zoomed out of a T-junction without looking and smashed into me sister's Kelisa even though she honked in warning when she saw him. He admitted, its his fault, but now me sister's car is in the shop, left front wheel out of whack) and so me mom has no transport around. Dad got power meetings so couldn't fetch her either.

This was yesterday, btw. I decided to cut class 'cause my Grandfather's B-day party was that night and so I decided to stay home and help my mom cook. And good thing I did, or else my mom would have to wander around KL all by herself. On public transport. My mom is 49, by the way, people. One simply can't allow 49-year-old moms to wander around alone. Not that my mom isn't capable, I just worry for her.

So I followed, and we went to KLCC to do some shopping along the way. Well, at least she did some shopping for me. Sister didn't come along coz' not feeling good. Which makes person number 3 on the 'Sick' list for me this week. J and another old friend of mine being the other two.

Anyway. It was interesting; for the first time I went out with my mom, just the two of us. And well, kind of enlightening. I never thought I'd have so little to actually say to my mom. At least not on the LRT anyway. I am simply not used to talking on the LRT much, seeing that I spend more time on it alone than accompanied.

I can talk to my mom, but only when we're in the kitchen, peeling garlic or onions or whatever. Anyway, I bought her lunch at Signatures in KLCC, some Ipoh Hor Fun. Expensive, small helping, very MSG-heavy. Do not try, people. Trust me.

Sigh.

Just received some sad news about J's dog, Max. And J himself is sick.

(Keep your chin up, mi amigo. It will hurt for a long time, but in the end, it'll go away, leaving only a sort of dull ache when your mind wanders to him from time to time. And drink lots of water ya. Though not so much that you end up like me when I ate too much salty stuff and nearly exploded from too much water intake. Bleargh. Not nice.)

I go. I got some undead ass to kick. Goodbye all. Muahahahahahaha.