Ice Skating, Ice Yoghurt-ing, and Many Other Things.

What do you get, when you throw one Whale out of water into ICE, instead? Why, you get:

WHaLe on IcE: ThE NeW hiT MusiCaL!

Featuring......*drum roll* ... Moi!~

The three of us before entering the rink of pain (this pic courtesy of V!)

The rink in Sunway, with two pros in it at 10.30am

My 'ticket'. Which should have read: ABSOLUTE NOOB, instead of NORMAL.

Once V dearest gives me the pics she took of me slipping and sliding and falling I shall upload it here. Hee Hee. ~UPDATED!!!!~ here are the pics

This is me on my ass on the first fall (pic also courtesy of V)

Me clinging on to the sides while J zoooooooms by. So to speak. Haha. (pic also from V ~^^,)

So, we arrived at around 10, 10.30 am and the rink was mercifully empty. MZ and M had already gone off to Lagoon, so it was just the four of us: me, J, K and V. (like always). Ice was nice, and three or four pros were in there doing jumps and flips and zooms and all manner of ice-capades and seriously impressive things. My jaw was open.

J, K and V led the way as I followed somewhat wide-eyed, being an utter first timer. When I got hold of the shoes I was like 'holy crap-a-holic', I am going to slip, fall, and impale myself upon narrow, sharp slices of metal posing as shoe-soles.

Turns out it was fairly easy to balance upon them... on solid ground, that is. Not on slippery (and very painful) ice.

I stood there, just by the entrance of the rink, with my tail tucked firmly between my legs as I realised just how slippery ice is. And with shoes with narrow, sharp slices of metal poised to impale me. K and J were like 'oh, get your ass in here' and I was like 'holy crap I paid 20 bucks for this! oh please god no!'.

But at last, my courage returned, I stepped in .........

...................................................................... and promptly fell a total of three times.

On my arse. Hahaha.

But although I was hanging on to the sides for the first 2 hours, by the last hour I pretty much got the hang of it. I started getting slightly braver, and skating out to the middle (which resulted in the third and most painful fall).

The trick, it seems, is to dig the front part of the shoes in the ice on one foot and slide along on the other. Easier said than done, and this is one of those never-truer words to say. Finding your balance on the ice is horribly diffcult but good news is, once you get it, it gets much easier from then on.

Next time I go, I am gonna practice properly. Aha. But, boy oh boy, it was the MOST FUN I had in a long time!!!!!~

By 2-something the ice got truly way too slippery for a noob like me, and I was feeling the last fall (hee hee) and we were all pretty much tired (J was sweating buckets! Haha), so decided to call it a day. Besides, the shoes were pinching our feet like mad and K was hungry.

So we went off to eat XXL chicken (due to my budget constraint, sorry amigoes!) and then off to Yogur-berry, which, thankfully I didn't like the Yogur after all, because if I did I'd be completely addicted. Hahaha.

Rather nice decor, no?

From left: J, V and some dude with a crazy pose which I refuse to acknowledge! (no la, its K) Hahaha. Also in the pic, UPWORDS (which was fun and supplied by Yogurberry) and the remnants of my rather nice choc cake.

So, after lunch and dessert, we headed back to MZ's apartment for dinner, games and penalty drinks.

Was in J's car and could not resist taking a pic of his bro's twisted idea of a joke:

no, monkey no!

Monkey humps Spidey. Poor Spidey. .

Unfortunately, I didn't have the sense to take pics of MZ's HORRIBLE PENALTY DRINK while we played Guesstures (something like Charades) and 21.

It consisted of:

Bitter gourd. Chili padi. Red capsicum, green capsicum, coriander. Strawberry syrup. And a whole lot of stuff which in the end ended up tasting actually like steamboat chili (in the words of J) but had the most god-awful aftertaste ever.

Bleargh! I chose booze!

Lol. M has this wicked tasty cocktail concoction of ingredients she wouldn't tell. But it was nice, and not all too potent. So it was nice. Tasted like blueberry juice. Didn't even taste the booze.

Hee hee.

*Sigh~*

A truly tiring but awesome, awesome day. Went home at about 8.30pm, got home at 9.30 or so, and slept till 11 the next morning. Hehe.

Hey guys? Lets do this again!

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Short afterword: To Bra-man! Happy birthday, and truly sorry you werent' there! But next time, ok?? We go sing Karaoke!! Take care and drink lotsa fluids!

*prepares video recorder on phone*

I rather like taking pictures up in Melawati Hill: this one I thought had an interesting angle to it. This one I shot just as the sun was going down, and my mom was a-yelling at me ~

Mom: Aiyo, Bibi, its getting late la stop taking pictures la!

Me: Yeah la yeah la! Waittttt~!

 I think I irritate my mom a lot, haha. 

-yet another shot, of a tree I thought looked lonely. 

I particularly like taking pictures of light^^, shining through trees and with all those pretty rays spreading out.

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Worry Wait

Have you ever woken up and thought, with infinite certainty, that one day your parents will get old and leave you?

It's not a thing you think of in the cold morning air, with the eye-goop sticking to the corners of your lids and with your breath stinking like your dog's.

It's not a thing you think of at all. Somehow we expect our parents to live forever and ever and ever, and always be there to hand out advice and orders and infuriating nags which you will miss when it goes away for a few days.

I know for a fact, that I still think my parents are hale, hearty and will outlive me and my weakness for fatty pork and all manner of heart-stopping foodstuff will surely be my end, my can of worms, my death-knoll. 

True.

I expect them to live forever, till the cows come home at last towing along their chickens and ducks. 

But they won't. And I see it now; my mom's health problems, by dad's false scare (which still prompted him to stop smoking so all is good) and the way they have been falling sick.

I worry. I worry wait. I worry and worry. 

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He Aint Heavy, He's My Brother.

I miss my brother. I worry for him. I worry about him. I miss him immensely. 

I wish he'd come back and be my brother again, not some stranger. I miss him; I miss how when things went wrong I could go and cry to him and he'd make stupid jokes and I'd be alright again.

I miss his plump, squishy shoulders -perfect pillows on long distance.

I miss him caring for me and looking out for me, and I regret complaining back then that he was overprotective.

I guess, truly, you don't appreciate what you have till its gone. 

Its cold. Its late. I think I shall go to sleep now.

Many things

Newspaper Management.

Its right up there with words like 'toilet brush'. 'Scantily clad'. 'Nose picking.' 

I hate that subject: its a friggin' core paper  and I have no idea what I am supposed to know. I know nothing, except that newspapers used to have people called 'cowglue pastemen,' before the almighty computer put those guys outta a job.

-_-'

I hardly think that this precious nugget of information will help me pass the paper, but I am trying anyway. Ha!.

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Its not been an easy few days. I guess something inside of me is screaming 'LET ME OUT!!' but I have yet to find the guts to uncage her and let her loose. Only the Lord knows what will happen if I someday do.

Its hard to be in my situation, and there is hardly a soul I think, who will completely understand my situation.

Never being allowed out, having unreasonably strict curfews and having parents who fear that I will get robbed, raped, mugged and killed everytime I am out of their sight. Even I am beginning to fear I may get robbed, raped, mugged and killed everytime I step out of the house.

I fear even being out alone anything past 7pm, as oft my assignments find me.

I live in perpetual effort to please my father, my mom, and everyone around me. I find myself ignoring what I want, what I need and what I want to do simply because I don't know how to please myself first, before others.

I have never thought I would have a problem with this, but sometimes it sucks. Big time.

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Speaking of sucks, let me tell you what else sucks: The government and their ISA.

Let me also tell you what is wrong with the recent arrests of Sin Chew journalist Tan Hoon Cheng, Seputeh MP Teresa Kok and notorious anti-gov man, Raja Petra.

First: the fucktard (we know who this shithead is) who actually SAID those words gets three years of suspension (OMG three years of suspension, how will he live??? Its SUCH a horrible punishment!), barely an admonishment from our 'strict' PM, an utter denial of his wrongdoing, and the blatant attempt to THREATHEN the PEACE, SECURITY and HARMONY of the country by saying racist, insensitive things.

And the reporter who does her job gets arrested by the ISA, who, omg, wait, IS CONCERNED FOR HER SAFETY. Oh wow, the ISA has a heart of gold! I am so touched that they unceremoniously hauled her off to jail for HER OWN GOOD. OMG, I wonder who will threathen the life of the person who REPORTED THE NEWS ON THE REMARKS OF AN INSENSITIVE BASTARD?? A supporter of this INSENSITIVE BASTARD, maybe??

Second: TERESA KOK??? This strong willed but low key Seputeh MP pretty much disappeared after the Elections. I very much doubt she is the type who will object to mosque buildings in Puchong. I suspect she is merely being arrested just because some racist bastard feels OFFENDED by her saying the word 'mosque'.

Third: Raja Petra is basically being arrested for speaking the truth. ^^ That is NOT encouraged, peeps. Truth is bad, according to the government. Truth is reaaaally bad.

Fourth: WHERE THE FUCK IS THE APOLOGY???? WHERE THE FUCK IS THE ARREST THAT IS MOST DESERVED BY AHMAD ISMAIL??? 

THIS is an example of double standards. UMNO member says racist things, he gets scolded and slapped on the wrist.

Teresa Kok did nothing, ISA descends. Tan does nothing but her job, gets arrested FOR HER OWN GOOD. Raja Petra tries to speak the truth, ISA hauls his ass off. 

So here is my message to the government:

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LYING TO US, and DO YOU REALLY THINK WE'RE STUPID??

WHY WON'T YOU TELL US THE TRUTH? WHERE IS AHMAD'S APOLOGY?

So go on, arrest me too. I am disrupting peace with my 6-reader blog. Sure. I am NOT writing my opinion, I am causing unrest. 

Because thats what you guys do. Arrest people for no reason then lying by saying you're worried about their safety.

Nice job guys, nice. Really protecting the interests of the citizens. Good on you. Elections 2012 will see me casting another vote for you. ^^ Truly. I feel so safe now that RP and Teresa are locked up.

 

She felt the bile in her throat before she gained enough consciousness to do something about it. Tossing restlessly she struggled to fight the undulating wave of nausea; a feeling of unrest in the depths of her stomach. 

Her eyes then open, suddenly, and she stumbles blindly into the toilet (oh, it seemed so far away!) and stands bowed before the white porcelain bowl. Her breath is short, it comes in gasps, and her head swims with the effort to keep the nausea contained.

She felt like dying.

She probably was dying. 

Retching heavily, her stomach heaved as she expelled whatever it was that was making her sick. Tears run down her face and she whimpers, softly.

Those few minutes passed like it were a 2-hour exam: torturously slow, horribly painful and terribly exhausting.

She rinsed her mouth for what seemed to be a thousand times to rid her mouth of the bile. She cried small tears as she brushed out her teeth, spitting into the grey cold stone bowl and hoping she won't throw up again.

She retched, but nothing came up. 

She struggled back to her bed. Laid down with her hands on her stomach, and slept.

Last night I woke up with the worst case of nausea I have ever experienced in my 22 years of life and threw up the entire insides of my stomach before settling back into a fitful sleep.

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I've been up and down lately. 

Up because I am currently very happy with the way my freelance work is going.

Down because I feel more and more angry at things I cannot control and do.

Down because I screwed up an incredibly simple paper. 

Angry, but unable to express it at all, because this anger is targeted at the people I love and like and care for. 

If I keep bottling up my frustration I will go mad very soon.

In fact, I suspect last nights horrible experience (as in the italics above) was a result of this strange, inexplicable anger. Perhaps my frustrations are coming out; I now feel somewhat emptied. I have dosed myself with nice tea and I expect to feel better. 

It was horribly unpleasant, I assure you.

But I have been careless with what I put into my mouth these days, anything goes. If I feel like eating it so I shall. Its a bad attitude to have.

Added to that the stress of exams. Its a bad time to be throwing up out of nowhere, I reckon. Its a very bad sign that my stomach discomfort can no longer be ignored. I'd better watch what I eat for the next few days.

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Had an emergency rat situation yesterday as well.

Woke up to my mom yelling for help. Had a panicked moment where I thought she had fallen down (again) and hurt herself (again) and literally fell out of bed to reply her. 

I saw her sitting at the bottom of the staircase, looking utterly helpless. Panicked. 

Me: OMG whats wrong?

Mom: I need your help.

Me: What? What?

Mom: You're not going to like it.

Me:.......

Mom: There's a dead rat.

As it turns out, TWO dead baby rats at the back store area of my house. Someone somewhere is poisoning 'em and they are coming to my house to die. EWWWW.

Sterilised everything with Chlorox and Savlon and all manner of powerful disinfectants. 

I hate rats. 

Its just that my house back part was badly extended by the previous houseowner (20 years ago) and the roofing is falling apart. Literally. There are holes here and there and though we patch it up as best we can new ones appear and my stupid neighbour keeps stupid chickens and I have absolutely filthy neightbours so the rats keep on comin'.

Its fun. *sarcasm*

Anyways. Rat situation over.

Bleeding BEC is up next. I have to study. 

studystudystudystudystudystudystudystudystudystudystudystudystudystudy

Recap? Yes, I think.

Its officially over.

This semester has rolled to an end, and with it, more fun, more spats, more drama in our eternally tumultous lives. Lol. So dramatic, no?

But from the beginning of the semester, stuff from internship has rolled over into the months that followed, and somehow, eyes have been opened. Stories were told. Behaviour otherwise hidden came into light: not all were pleasant, I reckon.

So here begins a chapter in Remisnescent Schme-nescent. Told from the POV of one who has had some revelations and some not-so-nice encounters but generally had a good, good semester.


Chapter One: The Academic


The merry month of May, the beginning of the first semester of our third year in our Journalistic education. (aka WTH are we doing here???!!)

Fresh from Industrial Training and slightly frayed around the edges from our experiences we stumbled into this semester with anecdotes a-plenty and many battle stories.

For some, it was a good experience, for some it was terrible, for many it was a drudgery, and for ONE person (we all know who) it was a triumph for her and a nightmare for us. Lol. (SY, thats who I mean.)

Oh well. We can choose our classmates no more than we can choose our families. ^^,

Nonetheless, armed with stories and remnants of Goodie-bag Past, we faced our heaviest semester to date, with SIX nastily exhausting subjects:

1. Media Ethics, which had the consistency of treacle and about as much colour as a puddle of gooey mud. Add to that a perpetual confusion between similiarly named philosophers who died when meteorites hit the Earth (sometime 900 millions years ago) and a lecturer who challenges you to think of ONE topic in SIXTEEN MILLION different ways, and you have the best subject this semester. XP Forgive me for liking this subject.


2. Media Planning, for which if we ever were to buy advertisement slots to advertise our smiling, perky faces it would come most useful. That, and if we were advertising toothpaste to the residents of an old folks' home.


3. Business and E-Commerce. A subject that has as much appeal as the naked body of SY even to a man starved of sex for 30 years (which is none at all). A subject that is taught by a lecturer so crazy, we reckon she's on something banned in 64 countries. A subject with so much work, it costs us six pints of blood for each 0.00000000000000000000000000001 point.


4. Newspaper Management. I honestly have no idea what this subject is about. I remember cow-glue being involved somewhere.....


5. Cultural Communication. Its about simblings. Its about the barances of Five Gleens and Five Leds. Its about the leal communications. Abouts the closs cultulal communications.


6. Creative Strategy for Advertising. I think there is something in this subject, but I don't know what it is. Its quite funny, but I don't know why. Its okay la, but somehow it lacks something. I don't know what, but it does. Its okay la. I don't know. Maybe. Decide yourself la. Okay. Next! Thank you!

Assignments this semester were fun and mind-blowingly horrible in turns, with our Durex stint being both fun and horrible and the work for BEC being just plain horrible. Media Ethics were a relative breeze, but Media Planning was an absolute nightmare.

To say the least, this semester is heavy-duty alright, but somehow, after 3 months of scary editors and bosses, I say I prefer classes, non?


Chapter Two: The Relationships


While each semester sees some hook-ups (KH and JL, K and V, for eg) and break-ups (YX and whoever she was dating, the Blob and the rest of the class... hehehe) this semester had ONE shining couple-star: new student JC and YX.


From wearing matching attire to playing footsie under the table, their relationship has been met with mixed reactions: some good, some bad, some with raised eyebrows. But hey, who are we to judge? ^^,

K and V also celebrated their first year anniversary (YAY to you guys!), which is like WHOA since I just realised that its been a year! Since, well, they got together and, well, other stuff which I'd rather not mention. Heh. Its nice when they're BOTH my good friends and I like seing them together. Its really sweet.

Its also nice to see scruffy, cave-manly, unkempt, jock-ish K stick to sweet, nice, pretty V. ^^ And even nicer to see her stick to him. ^^, x 2

(Perhaps you can convince him to do something about his cave-manliness, V dearest? XD)

As for me, my relationship with Christian has blossomed from the first time we met and laid eyes on each other in December of 2007, and though he has troubles performing (tee hee) he still loves me very much and I him. Maya is also very much in love with me, and we still spend hours just walking on the hill, she silently listening, me talking away. ^^,

Yes, this semester also saw some friendships take dives and some deep-rooted dislike surface. A few blow-ups, and many emo tripping moments (mostly by me, lol) and some ruffling of feathers. Mostly due to assignments, which have taken a toll on even the most unruff-able of us.

And yes, a lot of emo-tripping. Mostly due to things I can't control, and have given up controlling, because well, as K puts it so well, 'what will be, will be.'

Heh.

Relationships between certain parties have frayed, while other have improved tremendously.

Still, in terms of relationships, I think we soldiered on. ^^



Chapter 3: To be continued.....


Watch out for this space for more reminescing. Lol.

Nites, ya'll.