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.