Attending A Campaign
See, when Bra-man asks if I am free on so-and-so day, I know something is up. But, he being such a funny and nice guy, and me being a soft-hearted bowl of whale-blubber, if he asks me for a favour I'd most likely do it.
Anyway, he asks if I would like to attend the 'A Leader is A Reader' campaign, which was joint-organized by the National Library and glorious UTAR and was the sweat, blood and tears of the PR final year students. It was held just yesterday, Saturday, the 27th of October at 10 am in the morning. So whats the favour, you ask?
Appearantly, he promised a senior he'd rope in 3 JR students (himself included) to attend a mock press conference. So he asked Mr.FCY and me. Mr FCY FFK-ed, btw.
So I thought, erm, hey, why not. It ain't 'Cleaning Saturday' so okay lor, go la. Got free food mah. Then I heard got Book Fair. And since it's sponsored by MPH... Well. Draw your own conclusions. Ehehe.
So I boarded the train, mashed with the mad crowd (it's Saturday, for crying out loud! Stay at home!) and arrived 15 minutes early. Bra-man not there, but no sweat, I was busy watching the crowd growing and listening the slightly O.T.T music playing in the background. By O.T.T, I mean Over The Top. Like all those jiwang terror music you get at official events, not a UTAR event by students.
Anyway. It turns out that it was SO much more fun than I thought. The speeches were kept mercifully short, the games were quite fun though ridiculously ill-planned (the answers were all there for everyone to see), there was even a book fashion show ('models' parading with books in their hands) and some free food. Media (that's me and Bra) get to eat in the VIP room. Kewl.
And I have not even gone to the best part. The goodie bags.
When I arrived, I expected nothing more than some refreshments and a two hours of mind-numbing talks. Then the PR student (I think it was Tan Telur, MZ's house's former tenant) handed me
1) A small red Hotlink backpack
2) A Hotlink paper bag.
She said, "Here is your goodie bag!" and I thought, hey, cool, a small bag and more notebooks (everyone knows notebooks are standard issue at press thingies) then I picked them up and it was heavy.
So, what did I get?
1) Mario Puzo -'The Family' (Mario Puzo is the guy who wrote The Godfather series), hardcover, by the way.
2) FOUR relatively new, popular magazines (as in relatively new issues, it wasn't a March 1986 issue or whatever) of which two were Chinese and so I exchanged with Jonathan G later for Female and Lime.
3) A handphone keychain, toothpaste, two plastic spoons, one small pack of Nescafe coffee beans, National Library notebook, a pen and a Garnier sample size facial wash... and a few vouchers.
Not bad at all for RM 5.80 for transport. No book fair though. :(
It was altogether rather good fun.
Attending TWo Birthday BASHes.
I now have to attend TWO birthday events, not just my dad's, which I do not mind in the least, because it will be in our favourite restaurant, but also my maternal grandfather's 80th birthday 'bash'. My paternal grandfather passed away 7 years ago.
Now, you may think it'll be a mucho grande event, but think again! My relatives are cheapskates! They are all so indulgent in their belief of their own so-called opinions that they can never agree on which restaurant to go to! And so we are down to pot-lucking at my grandfather's PJ house.
I do not like speaking of my relatives so unfavourably; but one cannot deny that horrible relatives are horrible relatives. I envy my friends with normal, nice relatives who come over and help cook and laugh and talk and do their parts. It must be nice to actually have a friendship with your cousins and all.
Answering THAT question
Why do my relatives ask 'So, you got boyfriend already ah?' and give me pretend-sympathetic and pitying looks when I answer 'No'?????
Why do they ask every year even though I repeatedly answer 'No'?
Sometimes, I feel like saying...
'My boyfriend? Oh, I am waiting for him to come out of Maximum Security Prison'.
That'll teach 'em to so busybody. What has it to do with them whether I get hitched or not? And what is with the pity???
As if my life will be humdrum and pointless without a boyfriend. Newsflash: My life is fine, thank you for your concern. My paternal relatives are even better, they always encourage me to go and chase boys and be more outgoing. (I am very quiet at family gatherings, I don't talk at all). I think, 'No thanks, my track record shows I must exercise extreme caution in matters of the heart.'
But I am sure you get it too, my friends. Except for you attached ones. For us singletons, we must simply come up with more creative ways to get pesky relatives off our backs.
Losing my Bloody Mind
With all the procrastination I've been doing. And the immensely boring classes!!!! I only have TWo subjects, and one of them is supposed to be interesting!!!!
Mr. Money is so boring, he makes priests look like circus performers. And priests are about as exciting and interesting as Flobberworms.
Ugh, I say, UGH.
Sigh, anyway, tata my friends....... for now.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Its the little things, people.
In one's life, there are several thousand little things that occur on a minute-ly basis.
Little things; like an extra onion in your stew, a simple 'thank you' , a friend's birthday remembered, a small compliment paid to somebody who doesn't get them too often, a little gesture of friendship.
Small things; like remembering your dad doesn't like tuna and so you never eat it when he's around, adding several garlic cloves to your soup (believe me, it makes a HUGE difference), knowing a friend's likes and dislikes, saying 'please.
All these things occur so often we don't even know that they do sometimes. Its the smallest of gestures that make the difference. And it is even more unlikely that we actually take our time to appreciate these small gestures.
How often do we actually sit down, think about the small things someone has done for us or we have done for someone? Not very often.
And yet, these small things always make your day just a little better. Because chances are, when you actually take the time to notice, it always make you feel warmer; if just only a little.
Sometimes, it's the littlest of things.
So go on and do a small nice thing for someone today. :)
Little things; like an extra onion in your stew, a simple 'thank you' , a friend's birthday remembered, a small compliment paid to somebody who doesn't get them too often, a little gesture of friendship.
Small things; like remembering your dad doesn't like tuna and so you never eat it when he's around, adding several garlic cloves to your soup (believe me, it makes a HUGE difference), knowing a friend's likes and dislikes, saying 'please.
All these things occur so often we don't even know that they do sometimes. Its the smallest of gestures that make the difference. And it is even more unlikely that we actually take our time to appreciate these small gestures.
How often do we actually sit down, think about the small things someone has done for us or we have done for someone? Not very often.
And yet, these small things always make your day just a little better. Because chances are, when you actually take the time to notice, it always make you feel warmer; if just only a little.
Sometimes, it's the littlest of things.
So go on and do a small nice thing for someone today. :)
Monday, October 22, 2007
He was late.
By an hour or so.
And we waited with waning gusto.
He was late.
By an hour or so.
And wrath upon him we bestow.
He was late. By a good 50 minutes. And it was due to some flood at his house or something to that effect. I was far too bored to listen; much less actually pay attention.
When one arrives at 7.30 am for a 9.00 am class, one expects friends to show up and for some conversations to take place before the lecturer shows up and ends everyone's fun. It didn't happen. There I was; sitting forlornly in the classroom, K not there, J not there, MZ not there, Bozu not there. Bra, HS and M not arriving till much later. Lecturer showing up at nearly 10 o' clock. Bra pre-occupied with Mr.F's computer. HS sleeping like the dead.
Made some tentative plans for duck rice. In fact, have been making plans for duck rice repeatedly for some time now; only to be thwarted in the end by a myriad of reasons. No duck for me. Hell, no lunch for me either!
Came home to brooding Dad and leftovers.
Wishing for Spicy Beef Foldovers.
Alas, I faced a boring day.
Now someone throw a steak my way.
A very, very boring day indeed.
By an hour or so.
And we waited with waning gusto.
He was late.
By an hour or so.
And wrath upon him we bestow.
He was late. By a good 50 minutes. And it was due to some flood at his house or something to that effect. I was far too bored to listen; much less actually pay attention.
When one arrives at 7.30 am for a 9.00 am class, one expects friends to show up and for some conversations to take place before the lecturer shows up and ends everyone's fun. It didn't happen. There I was; sitting forlornly in the classroom, K not there, J not there, MZ not there, Bozu not there. Bra, HS and M not arriving till much later. Lecturer showing up at nearly 10 o' clock. Bra pre-occupied with Mr.F's computer. HS sleeping like the dead.
Made some tentative plans for duck rice. In fact, have been making plans for duck rice repeatedly for some time now; only to be thwarted in the end by a myriad of reasons. No duck for me. Hell, no lunch for me either!
Came home to brooding Dad and leftovers.
Wishing for Spicy Beef Foldovers.
Alas, I faced a boring day.
Now someone throw a steak my way.
A very, very boring day indeed.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
PAiN, PaymEnt, PossIbIlities and oh Yes, More PAIN.
PAIN
There is something to be said for an entirely sleepless night. I never thought I'd actually experience it (worst was a 3 am stake-out due to an assignment) but yesterday is a first. I DID NOT SLEEP. AT ALL.
This was due to a nasty case of food poisoning, of which I shall, in spirit of our friendship, spare you the gory details. However, let it be known I was nauseous, in pain and suffering from dehydration (still am). Now, as the wafts of dinner bombard my bedroom, I am RAVENOUS. I had nothing but Jacobs and Milo O all day and that is NOT fun.
However, my mom is now fussing about, making sure I don't end up in pain again; so this bodes ill for dinner.
Sigh.
However, am feeling waaaay better (thanks to sleeping ALL day and some power-derful medicine) and now my stomach is ready for more abuse. Bring on the curry! Bring on the pork! Bring on the various unhealthy stuff! Rahhhh!
PAYMENT
Comes in the form of RM 100 for exemption fees. In spirit of my grief over the loss of RM 100, I shall now type out a list of 10 things I COULD HAVE done with RM 100, in no particular order.
10. Buy myself sushi. A total of 50 RM2 plates. I could eaten till sushi leaked out of my ears.
9. Gone to the arcade. That's 200 tokens. I could have played till my brains leaked out of my ears.
8. Eaten 25 plates of pork noodles. Large. Could have eaten pork till it leaked...you know. Out of my ears.
7. Shop for accesories. My earring collection can never be too large. There are 365 days a year, okay. So that's one for everyday.
6. Taken the LRT at least 40 times. Maximum rate is RM 2.50, so I could have taken it from Terminal to Kelana at least 40 times.
5. Taken my family out for dinner. D'oh.
4. Gone to see Hairspray and eat Cold Storage chicken a total of.... 5.5555555 times. Hah.
3. Bought myself TWO sets of earphones. Blue colour some more.
2. Buy meself another pair of uncomfortable, foot-abusing, toe-torturing yet oh-so-pretty wedge heels.
1. Kept it in me bank for contribution towards my laptop. Sigh.
But however, when you think about it, getting to go home early on Mondays and Tuesdays and having only (oh joy) TWO subjects this semester is, in my opinion, worth RM 100.
Possibilities
What are the odds??? What are the odds????? I say it is better, when the odds are against you, to give up entirely. When there is NO HOPE. When it is not possible. Give up, I say. Give up! There is no point hanging on, really. Don't even bother.
MORE PAIN
Results are out. And mine are, well, decent. I was pleasantly surprised, actually. I did far better in some subjects than I expected. However, Journalism II fell way short. Very disappointed. But I am, at least, thankful that I passed. Even if just barely. Pride and Joy and Joke of the Century is getting A for Comm. Theories and B- for MTA. HAHAHAHAHA.
All round, we did okay, I think, with J beating me in JR II and Vic getting nice loads of B's. B's are good, at any rate. Considering this time exams were tough. K did not do as well as I expected, 'cause he is actually smarter than he lets on (yes, you can pick up your jaw from the floor, I complimented him) but like I said, it was waaaay tough.
Me? I am content. Been managing CGPA's of 3.3 to 3.4, just a little short of 3.5. Must push for First Class!
I end here. My stomach growls (nay, whines piteously. Wait, that was Maya) and so I must go hunt for pre-dinner food. Rawr!
There is something to be said for an entirely sleepless night. I never thought I'd actually experience it (worst was a 3 am stake-out due to an assignment) but yesterday is a first. I DID NOT SLEEP. AT ALL.
This was due to a nasty case of food poisoning, of which I shall, in spirit of our friendship, spare you the gory details. However, let it be known I was nauseous, in pain and suffering from dehydration (still am). Now, as the wafts of dinner bombard my bedroom, I am RAVENOUS. I had nothing but Jacobs and Milo O all day and that is NOT fun.
However, my mom is now fussing about, making sure I don't end up in pain again; so this bodes ill for dinner.
Sigh.
However, am feeling waaaay better (thanks to sleeping ALL day and some power-derful medicine) and now my stomach is ready for more abuse. Bring on the curry! Bring on the pork! Bring on the various unhealthy stuff! Rahhhh!
PAYMENT
Comes in the form of RM 100 for exemption fees. In spirit of my grief over the loss of RM 100, I shall now type out a list of 10 things I COULD HAVE done with RM 100, in no particular order.
10. Buy myself sushi. A total of 50 RM2 plates. I could eaten till sushi leaked out of my ears.
9. Gone to the arcade. That's 200 tokens. I could have played till my brains leaked out of my ears.
8. Eaten 25 plates of pork noodles. Large. Could have eaten pork till it leaked...you know. Out of my ears.
7. Shop for accesories. My earring collection can never be too large. There are 365 days a year, okay. So that's one for everyday.
6. Taken the LRT at least 40 times. Maximum rate is RM 2.50, so I could have taken it from Terminal to Kelana at least 40 times.
5. Taken my family out for dinner. D'oh.
4. Gone to see Hairspray and eat Cold Storage chicken a total of.... 5.5555555 times. Hah.
3. Bought myself TWO sets of earphones. Blue colour some more.
2. Buy meself another pair of uncomfortable, foot-abusing, toe-torturing yet oh-so-pretty wedge heels.
1. Kept it in me bank for contribution towards my laptop. Sigh.
But however, when you think about it, getting to go home early on Mondays and Tuesdays and having only (oh joy) TWO subjects this semester is, in my opinion, worth RM 100.
Possibilities
What are the odds??? What are the odds????? I say it is better, when the odds are against you, to give up entirely. When there is NO HOPE. When it is not possible. Give up, I say. Give up! There is no point hanging on, really. Don't even bother.
MORE PAIN
Results are out. And mine are, well, decent. I was pleasantly surprised, actually. I did far better in some subjects than I expected. However, Journalism II fell way short. Very disappointed. But I am, at least, thankful that I passed. Even if just barely. Pride and Joy and Joke of the Century is getting A for Comm. Theories and B- for MTA. HAHAHAHAHA.
All round, we did okay, I think, with J beating me in JR II and Vic getting nice loads of B's. B's are good, at any rate. Considering this time exams were tough. K did not do as well as I expected, 'cause he is actually smarter than he lets on (yes, you can pick up your jaw from the floor, I complimented him) but like I said, it was waaaay tough.
Me? I am content. Been managing CGPA's of 3.3 to 3.4, just a little short of 3.5. Must push for First Class!
I end here. My stomach growls (nay, whines piteously. Wait, that was Maya) and so I must go hunt for pre-dinner food. Rawr!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Lunch like in the old days, stuck in Amcorp Mall and some very strange musings.
LUNCH like in the old days.
Lunch today was a result of a unanimous decision to skip Bahasa Kebangsaan lecture after a rather mind-numbing Feature Writing lecture with Mr. Money. Who, by the way, if you ask me, can be potentially fun in his own way. If he gets rid of his problem with plurals and singulars.
Ahem. Lunch was in ANW, the PJ branch obviously. After deciding that we certainly do NOT want to attend class due to some 'horror' stories we heard from MZ (lecturer sit outside, students inside room don't know doing what), we decided on going out for lunch. In the group was MZ, the Blob, Bozu, Bra-man, HS, J, K and me. It was like stepping back into first year, in our first semester, when tensions did not arise and we were all one big happy group. Except that J is new, o'course.
And so we ate, laughed, joked, Bra-man had some interesting genital-related explanations, HS had torture methods to share and we all round had a blast. At least I did. It is good having lunch with loads of friends. Especially when all are good friends, all are crazy and none make any sense at all.
Let it be known that K can eat 2 double-scoop ice-cream waffles.
STUCK in Amcorp Mall
Amcorp Mall has only a few highlights, which include Payless, Book Xpressway and cheap magazines. Being stuck in it for nearly 2 hours is not amazing. (Sorry J, me not very good company on rainy days, or on most days for that matter. I am a dreadfully dull person, actually.) Was stuck as a result of heavy rain (which Bra-man described as kinda raining, which gives one an impression of a light drizzle) and no umbrella. And damn, I wore my turqouise wedge shoes. Its a curse, I tell you. Everytime I wear new shoes I get caught in rain.
We (me and Hugh Jackman) * nah, just kidding, see, I knew you weren't paying attention* (me and J) wandered around the place, looking not unlike two escaped criminals forced to endure relentless loafing in a not-that-interesting shopping mall. I even saw the security guard trailing us, whispering furtively into his walkie-talkie something that sounds suspiciously like our physical descriptions. I can just imagine........
"Hello, hello, Mat, Apek kat sini. Ada dua orang tengah jalan-jalan pusing-pusing tak henti-henti dekat kedai game ni la. Yang pompuan tu tinggi lampai besar bukan main, yang laki tu kecik sikit tapi macam ada senapang bawah jaket dia. Aku rasa bahaya la dua orang ni. Baik kita jaga sikit kedai Poh Kong tu. Nanti mana kita tau mereka tu macam Bonnie and Clyde."
Silence.
"Oi, you tak kenal ke Bonnie and Clyde tu? Ah, iye la, tahu la I pompuan tu takla lawa mcam Bonnie tapi ini real-life okey? Bukan filem! Kalau orang jahat tetap jahat, lawa ke tak lawa."
Silence.
"Ah, tu lah. Kan dah kata pergi la toilet tu awal-awal sikit. Nanti mereka tu buka langkah, hah, aku terbeliak seorang nak jaga kedai Poh Kong. Ish, kau ni."
Silence.
"Eh tunggu, mereka dah pergi dah. Tengah hujan lari keluar. Mesti orang gile ni.".
This is if they're both Malay dudes. Can you imagine if they were Chinese?
"Eh, Ah Chan ah. I think there is two persons very dangerous la. They walking walking non-stop. The girl very big-sized la. The guy look very dangerous also. Keep looking at the game shop la. I don't like this."
Silence.
"Eh, where got? Where got? I didn't steal your Chee Cheong Fun okay?"
Silence.
"Just watch out for the Poh Kong shop okay? Aiyo."
No, really. I am starting to freak myself out.
Some very STRANGE musings.
I am feeling a little uncomfortable. I wish I was more comfortable. I wish I were more comfortable being me and more comfortable with people around me. I want to feel at ease with my looks, my size and my all-round attitude.
Truly, is it alright to be YOU sometimes? Those penny-press, cheap-ass, make-you-feel-ugly-and-poor magazines out there (I can name a few but then again....) all tell you that the MOST important thing is to just be YOU.
But when YOU is not much, or in my case, TOO much, can you really be you? I admit that I get completely carried away a lot and my volumes go sky-high. I am also highly-strung. And I freak out. That is ME. I got it from my mom. So is it alright to be ME then?
Should I not, in realization of these flaws (I have so many more but they would be too many to write down here and now) change these flaws? Make myself better? Would that be untrue to who I am? Or would that just be improving oneself?
I wish I knew for sure, but I probably never will. I just feel really uncomfortable. Uncomfortable over a certain relationship. Uncomfortable about being as huge as I am. Uncomfortable with the way I am. Uncomfortable in my hard wooden computer chair.
And thus ends my post on a strange, uncomfortable note. Goodnight all.
Lunch today was a result of a unanimous decision to skip Bahasa Kebangsaan lecture after a rather mind-numbing Feature Writing lecture with Mr. Money. Who, by the way, if you ask me, can be potentially fun in his own way. If he gets rid of his problem with plurals and singulars.
Ahem. Lunch was in ANW, the PJ branch obviously. After deciding that we certainly do NOT want to attend class due to some 'horror' stories we heard from MZ (lecturer sit outside, students inside room don't know doing what), we decided on going out for lunch. In the group was MZ, the Blob, Bozu, Bra-man, HS, J, K and me. It was like stepping back into first year, in our first semester, when tensions did not arise and we were all one big happy group. Except that J is new, o'course.
And so we ate, laughed, joked, Bra-man had some interesting genital-related explanations, HS had torture methods to share and we all round had a blast. At least I did. It is good having lunch with loads of friends. Especially when all are good friends, all are crazy and none make any sense at all.
Let it be known that K can eat 2 double-scoop ice-cream waffles.
STUCK in Amcorp Mall
Amcorp Mall has only a few highlights, which include Payless, Book Xpressway and cheap magazines. Being stuck in it for nearly 2 hours is not amazing. (Sorry J, me not very good company on rainy days, or on most days for that matter. I am a dreadfully dull person, actually.) Was stuck as a result of heavy rain (which Bra-man described as kinda raining, which gives one an impression of a light drizzle) and no umbrella. And damn, I wore my turqouise wedge shoes. Its a curse, I tell you. Everytime I wear new shoes I get caught in rain.
We (me and Hugh Jackman) * nah, just kidding, see, I knew you weren't paying attention* (me and J) wandered around the place, looking not unlike two escaped criminals forced to endure relentless loafing in a not-that-interesting shopping mall. I even saw the security guard trailing us, whispering furtively into his walkie-talkie something that sounds suspiciously like our physical descriptions. I can just imagine........
"Hello, hello, Mat, Apek kat sini. Ada dua orang tengah jalan-jalan pusing-pusing tak henti-henti dekat kedai game ni la. Yang pompuan tu tinggi lampai besar bukan main, yang laki tu kecik sikit tapi macam ada senapang bawah jaket dia. Aku rasa bahaya la dua orang ni. Baik kita jaga sikit kedai Poh Kong tu. Nanti mana kita tau mereka tu macam Bonnie and Clyde."
Silence.
"Oi, you tak kenal ke Bonnie and Clyde tu? Ah, iye la, tahu la I pompuan tu takla lawa mcam Bonnie tapi ini real-life okey? Bukan filem! Kalau orang jahat tetap jahat, lawa ke tak lawa."
Silence.
"Ah, tu lah. Kan dah kata pergi la toilet tu awal-awal sikit. Nanti mereka tu buka langkah, hah, aku terbeliak seorang nak jaga kedai Poh Kong. Ish, kau ni."
Silence.
"Eh tunggu, mereka dah pergi dah. Tengah hujan lari keluar. Mesti orang gile ni.".
This is if they're both Malay dudes. Can you imagine if they were Chinese?
"Eh, Ah Chan ah. I think there is two persons very dangerous la. They walking walking non-stop. The girl very big-sized la. The guy look very dangerous also. Keep looking at the game shop la. I don't like this."
Silence.
"Eh, where got? Where got? I didn't steal your Chee Cheong Fun okay?"
Silence.
"Just watch out for the Poh Kong shop okay? Aiyo."
No, really. I am starting to freak myself out.
Some very STRANGE musings.
I am feeling a little uncomfortable. I wish I was more comfortable. I wish I were more comfortable being me and more comfortable with people around me. I want to feel at ease with my looks, my size and my all-round attitude.
Truly, is it alright to be YOU sometimes? Those penny-press, cheap-ass, make-you-feel-ugly-and-poor magazines out there (I can name a few but then again....) all tell you that the MOST important thing is to just be YOU.
But when YOU is not much, or in my case, TOO much, can you really be you? I admit that I get completely carried away a lot and my volumes go sky-high. I am also highly-strung. And I freak out. That is ME. I got it from my mom. So is it alright to be ME then?
Should I not, in realization of these flaws (I have so many more but they would be too many to write down here and now) change these flaws? Make myself better? Would that be untrue to who I am? Or would that just be improving oneself?
I wish I knew for sure, but I probably never will. I just feel really uncomfortable. Uncomfortable over a certain relationship. Uncomfortable about being as huge as I am. Uncomfortable with the way I am. Uncomfortable in my hard wooden computer chair.
And thus ends my post on a strange, uncomfortable note. Goodnight all.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Will I ever get my butt to work?
Perhaps not.
Dear all, the holidays are drawing to an immensely tragic close. Work done to date?
None at all.
I have not finished a single review, nor a single article nor anything I set out to do. Though most are painfully 'Under Construction' (imagine, if you will, me, in my dad's little 'office'; dusty, moldy and with a typewriter chained to my hands and drool at the sides of my mouth) I regretfully say that I have been an absolute slob.
But there are highlights to the 3 weeks I spent at home....
Kajang trip.
Major highlight, this. For the immensely enjoyable KTM ride (because it was not crowded, lucky me, and air-con was on full-blast) and the immensely fun company and the good food. Ate, played and joked to our hearts content, we did. On the menu was curry noodles, pork thingamajig (sorry, Cantonese is still too bad to remember the name of this dish) and satay.
Also, PS2; Lego Starwars, Lord of the Rings and a trip to a cyber for DOTA. And most importantly, great company and great friends.
Warcrafting
Procured the game of Warcraft at last; have been playing it like mad. Obtained the DVD on lunch trip with Bra-man after a Melawati Hill picture-taking trip with J. Had crash course in DOTA; to which I think I learnt loads of stuff. Like, how to run with my tail tucked between my legs and wait for my creeps. Or, how to run with my tail tucked between my legs and wait for my creeps. Or, how to run with...you get it. 'Run like hell at the first sign of trouble' is the key.
Oh yes, Warcraft characters say the funniest things!!! Orc Shamans even sing 'Raindrops Are Falling on My Head.' To which, when first told, I misconstrued and accused J of bamboozling me (sorry mi amigo!) but now I giggle everytime I click repeatedly on the Orc Shaman. Hahaha.
Love the peasants. "yes Milord?" "more work?" "Job's done" "work, work". Love the peons. "something need doing?" "Huh?" "Me happy to".
They really say funny stuff. The witch doctors even say "its a cookbook I tell you, a cookbook!"
Hairspray
As one can see from my previous post, I loved Hairspray. Though, in all actuality, I don't like hairspray per se, you know, literally. I hate hairspray. I do. I hate the fact that they make your hair feel like an extra-terrestrial being perched atop your skull. And that it is a HUMONGOUS pain the the ARSE to remove from your hair later. And it gives you split ends!!!!! It ruins your hair completely! It makes your hair feel so stiff it isn't real.
Y'know what you have to do to get that stuff outta your locks? Conditioner. At least 3 rounds of conditioner, to which you have to leave on for at least 20 minutes and then rinse off and then condition again and again and finally shampoo thoroughly. Its madness. And even then its a pain. I will NEVER allow anyone to go near my hair with a can of hairspray again.
And its bad for the environment too. *righteous expression* But I do like the movie.
Catching up with a friend that I have not caught up with for ages even though we be in same class.
I have lost touch with a certain person for some time now. We used to be quite close, and these holidays saw two outings in one week with this person. It has not happened for some time, that. Went to eat McD on the first trip and noodles on the second and then we went jalan-jalan. It was great fun; even bumped into an old lecturer (which, though it sounds positive when I say it it was not a positive experience AT ALL) and we (not the lecturer) chatted for a bit. It was fun; and it felt good to catch up again.
Being a lazy bum
It was an absolute delight and pain being a lazy bum. Delight for the fact that I have been so stressed out about studies and assignments (ahaha, we all remember my breakdowns and freak-outs, so I will not attempt to deny) and pain because it meant that I procrastinated like heck. Achieved bloody nothing.
But my dear friends, it has been fun. And given the chance I'd do it all over again (minus the procrastinating) and now, I have Feature Writing to look forward to. After that is Industrial Training and voila! The third year will loom and our blood pressures will soar and then before you know it, graduation. I feel kind of sad thinking about it, honestly. The idea that we all will grow up and be serious, unfunny adults. I hope we never lose our sense of humour!
So in the end;
We must now go back to classes,
and work our lazy arses.
Dear all, the holidays are drawing to an immensely tragic close. Work done to date?
None at all.
I have not finished a single review, nor a single article nor anything I set out to do. Though most are painfully 'Under Construction' (imagine, if you will, me, in my dad's little 'office'; dusty, moldy and with a typewriter chained to my hands and drool at the sides of my mouth) I regretfully say that I have been an absolute slob.
But there are highlights to the 3 weeks I spent at home....
Kajang trip.
Major highlight, this. For the immensely enjoyable KTM ride (because it was not crowded, lucky me, and air-con was on full-blast) and the immensely fun company and the good food. Ate, played and joked to our hearts content, we did. On the menu was curry noodles, pork thingamajig (sorry, Cantonese is still too bad to remember the name of this dish) and satay.
Also, PS2; Lego Starwars, Lord of the Rings and a trip to a cyber for DOTA. And most importantly, great company and great friends.
Warcrafting
Procured the game of Warcraft at last; have been playing it like mad. Obtained the DVD on lunch trip with Bra-man after a Melawati Hill picture-taking trip with J. Had crash course in DOTA; to which I think I learnt loads of stuff. Like, how to run with my tail tucked between my legs and wait for my creeps. Or, how to run with my tail tucked between my legs and wait for my creeps. Or, how to run with...you get it. 'Run like hell at the first sign of trouble' is the key.
Oh yes, Warcraft characters say the funniest things!!! Orc Shamans even sing 'Raindrops Are Falling on My Head.' To which, when first told, I misconstrued and accused J of bamboozling me (sorry mi amigo!) but now I giggle everytime I click repeatedly on the Orc Shaman. Hahaha.
Love the peasants. "yes Milord?" "more work?" "Job's done" "work, work". Love the peons. "something need doing?" "Huh?" "Me happy to".
They really say funny stuff. The witch doctors even say "its a cookbook I tell you, a cookbook!"
Hairspray
As one can see from my previous post, I loved Hairspray. Though, in all actuality, I don't like hairspray per se, you know, literally. I hate hairspray. I do. I hate the fact that they make your hair feel like an extra-terrestrial being perched atop your skull. And that it is a HUMONGOUS pain the the ARSE to remove from your hair later. And it gives you split ends!!!!! It ruins your hair completely! It makes your hair feel so stiff it isn't real.
Y'know what you have to do to get that stuff outta your locks? Conditioner. At least 3 rounds of conditioner, to which you have to leave on for at least 20 minutes and then rinse off and then condition again and again and finally shampoo thoroughly. Its madness. And even then its a pain. I will NEVER allow anyone to go near my hair with a can of hairspray again.
And its bad for the environment too. *righteous expression* But I do like the movie.
Catching up with a friend that I have not caught up with for ages even though we be in same class.
I have lost touch with a certain person for some time now. We used to be quite close, and these holidays saw two outings in one week with this person. It has not happened for some time, that. Went to eat McD on the first trip and noodles on the second and then we went jalan-jalan. It was great fun; even bumped into an old lecturer (which, though it sounds positive when I say it it was not a positive experience AT ALL) and we (not the lecturer) chatted for a bit. It was fun; and it felt good to catch up again.
Being a lazy bum
It was an absolute delight and pain being a lazy bum. Delight for the fact that I have been so stressed out about studies and assignments (ahaha, we all remember my breakdowns and freak-outs, so I will not attempt to deny) and pain because it meant that I procrastinated like heck. Achieved bloody nothing.
But my dear friends, it has been fun. And given the chance I'd do it all over again (minus the procrastinating) and now, I have Feature Writing to look forward to. After that is Industrial Training and voila! The third year will loom and our blood pressures will soar and then before you know it, graduation. I feel kind of sad thinking about it, honestly. The idea that we all will grow up and be serious, unfunny adults. I hope we never lose our sense of humour!
So in the end;
We must now go back to classes,
and work our lazy arses.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Hairspray and Hairy Situations.
Today I laughed till I cried. No seriously. I had tears in my eyes from laughing really hard. No, no llamas were doing tapdances. No, there was no green goop involved. No, no singing donkeys either...thousand-eyed squirrels? Spiderpigs? Exposed privies? Yellow fellows? Nope, no, not a chance and nuh uh.
All there was today was Hairspray. Loads of it. Ooodles and oodles of CFC. Did someone say ozone layer? I'll take my chances!
Edna Turnblad (John Travolta) and Tracey Turnblad (Nikki Blonsky) Check out Edna's man-hands!
The story starts off with a wonderfully upbeat and positively glowing Tracey Turnblad; singing 'Good Morning, Baltimore' -a catchy little song with some rather nifty lyrics and a sense of something good to come. The one thing I loved most about Tracey as a character was that she was so comfortable in her skin, so in tune with her body.
Although her character was (in the words of J) drowned by the other side characters later in the show, she was, for me, the star. Nikki Blonsky played someone so positive, so happy and so sure of who and what she is. There was no 'I'm victimised 'cause I am fat' whining anywhere in the show, and none of the condescension that is so prevalent in most shows about fat people. You know, how big people are always portrayed as people to be pitied and always to be considerate towards. Or how we are always to be tagged with the 'inner beauty' cliche.
But we proceed.
We are introduced to Tracey, whose dream is to be on the Corny Collins Show where she can pursue her dream of dance. And when an opening emerges on the show, well, she strikes! She auditions, but is rejected by a deliciously bitchy and catty Michelle Pfeifer, aka Ms. Baltimore Crabs. And not to mention her attention-hogging daughter; both are thin, blond and bitchy.
She has a crush on Link Larkin, one of the leading dancers on the show, played by the surprisingly un-annoying Zac Effron. Her best friend and lollipop-sucking fiend, Penny Pingleton (played by Amanda Bynes) is supportive and well, sweet. Despite a crazy mother.
So the story goes on how she is finally given a break to dance on the show one day due to a combination of detention, butt-shaking and a peeping-tom-ish Zac Effron.
Now, let's see.... what else is interesting about this show.... hmmm....
Oh yes.
JOHN TRAVOLTA IN A FAT SUIT DRAG GET-UP.
Oh, yes, and flirting and dancing with Christopher Walken. That was what got me and J laughing. Oh, that one scene, that one song 'You're Timeless to Me', that scene......Priceless. Worth all the 8 bucks I paid.
And the thing that I appreciated most about this movie?
How it never took itself too seriously, despite handling issues like racism and individualism. It had a good, strong message to drive home; but it never for a second got all solemn and sober. It was cheesy, upbeat, very very corny and very very 60's. Big 'do and all.
The message in this show, in the end, is going for your dreams no matter who you are (black, white, gray, brown or any other colour for that matter) and what you look like. Its okay to be different. Its okay not to conform to the mass-produced norm. Its okay to be who you are; unafraid of criticism and sneers.
Oh, and that in the end, having a positive attitude, really big, sweet smile and really big hair will win you the boy of your dreams. Lol. That only happens in the movies, eh? But we can always dream, can we not? After all, what are movies but imitation of reality; though it be twisted and warped?
This is the feel good movie of the year. Besides Ratatouille. Okay, Simpsons was good too, but this is a guaranteed feel-good movie. A few notes of caution: do not watch this alone and do catch it within this week. There aren't many screenings left. Why don't watch it alone? Because fuzzy, warm feelings are a guaranteed-thing and if one watches it alone, this feeling will go to waste. Trust me. I walked out of that cinema feeling like I had a hot, thick and sweet cup of Milo. Which is good. However, this is not a movie to be watched over and over though; it may get a little tiring. Too much warmth and fuzziness will eventually wear itself out.
If you have your girl friends over at your place (as in girls-only sleepovers kind of thing, NOT the many-girl-orgy kind of thing, you dirty, dirty people) this is perfect.
Overall score? A-. Minus because no movie can be perfect. Lol.
Hmm.
Hairy situations come in the form of Carrefour today. I know, I know, I am simply asking for trouble, going on the eve of Raya, but hey, Dad wants to cook and ingredients must be bought! So off I went with me sis.
Not too many people, good, good, I mean, I am a mencae when it comes to shopping for provisions; I push the trolley around with such impatience that I may get arrested for unintentional assault someday. Parking also easy, good, good.
Found the stuff; all within budget I might add, and so went to pay. Had only ten items exactly, so went to Express Counter.
Now, let it be known that the greatest ironic statement in the whole world is the statement: 'EXPRESS COUNTER'. Because no matter which hypermarket you're at, the express counter is about as express as my driving (and let it also be known I drive at 40 km/h) and it always, always takes about the same time as any normal counter. And this is something no one can deny. I don't care which hypermarket. Uppity ones like Cold Storage, mid-range like Tesco or Giant or cheap like Mydin or Carrefour; it is ALL the same.
So, when I went to pay, lo, behold! The line was so long, it was all the way up to the aisles! I waited there with my heavy basket (forgot to bring a 20cent coin with me, so no trolley) for 40 mins! All for:
One cabbage (small)
Two cans of Corned Beef
Two packs of prunes
Milk
Onions and potatoes
Spoons (we never have enough spoons)
Frozen green peas
Thats it.
Now, it may seem unsignificant, but when it was my turn, oooh I tell you, the cashier started rifling through my stuff with an expression akin to having had unsatisfying sex the night before. She was making sure I had ten items or less. I mean, does she think I am stupid? Does she really think I will wait bloody FORTY minutes in the 'Express Counter' with MORE than 10 items????? I mean, sheesh! I may be so blur that I need supervision each time I cross a busy road, but I certainly am NOT stupid. And hell, I do not need supervision either, really. I have not gotten knocked down by some two-tonne six-wheeler, have I? *indignant*
Ahem.
Pardon my ranting. Its just that provisions-shopping for me is like trekking through a jungle. Human jungle, which is the worst kind of jungle.
I end here, and next time you want to be able to battle through the human jungle on your monthly provision shopping trip, do call. For a small fee (one packet of Milo drink) I will help you push your way through. For another packet I will hire my sister's 6 foot-5 inch tall BF to aid our cause. Throw in a free bath towel (my favourite NS one has more holes than towel in it now) and I will equip myself with a bamboo stick. You know my number!
Oh yes, interesting bit of funny stuff (courtesy of J!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3K7RSw_8wU
Its the lyrics to the theme from God of War.
Enjoy, people.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)