Naruto

Naruto makes me happy :)

pls: I am so tired.

Out and about in OKC

MALIBU COLADA
Our Deluxe Pina Colada with Myers's, Bacardi 151, Mount Gay and Malibu Rums

Comments: Dizzyness and a little pounding headache. Likely the strongest alcohol drink I had so far. One sip and I could feel its potent effects. I sipped it slowly throughout supper. Finally, when there was a 1/6 left, I sucked it all up. Experience a brain freeze and my brain was pounding. It doesnt help that my belly felt tight after a full meal and my tongue buds were soaked with supreme uncontainable sweetness from Vanilla bean cheesecake.

pls: I just wanted to try Bacardi 151, although it was probably very little.

Went downtown to BRICKTOWN where the Myraid gardens were lighted up with yellow, red, blue, green blubs outlining the tips of tree branches and looking rather spookish as it suspend itself on the background of the night sky.

Im a little disappointed because I didnt bring my camera. It was so beautiful and calm with the sleepings ducks and a wild bunny but we went there on a whim, thus, the lack of pictures.

We took one imagery one though. There was a Christmas tree behind me and I was seating on a round short gray fat pole of some sort. There.

Now, time to do more shopping and hope I get to spore safe and sound :)

Oh! The horrors of Procastination

Sometimes I wonder why do I even spent time blogging.

This means that I must have too much time on my hands.

On another note, I have less than 12 hrs before my history final. I have only studied 10% of the material. Yea. This will be the first time I official flunk my exam.

Time is of an essence. It waits for no man.

But, Procastination is my forte.

Welcome to MY world.

It probably cost me a job as well. Being the truthful me, the 'P' word slipped out of my mouth during my promising interview. Oh, the horrors. Never fear. I will pick myself up and march forward to see what I can do to salvage my crushing disappointment. There will be more to come in the real world, im sure. But I will take it in stride and keep on pushing myself forward. Ah, the optimism in me is showing.

It's a good thing I manage to make friends with one of the photographers. I should add that he is utterly blinded by my beauty. I must ask him for advise. Hehehe. It helps that the sun was shinning directly at me :)

I kid you not.

$$$ $$$ $$$ $$$

I am coming back to Singa...Malaysia on the 19 dec at 12:30a.m. But, landing in spore lah. Its freaking super duper early in the morning and I bet Im going to be real groucy by then because I have exhausted all my energy into being ALERT of my surroundings. Yes, it does not do well for a girl to have scarifice her beauty sleep to keep her eyes wide open at all times :) *staring at the tiny tv screen and watch movies*

But seriously, this is my first time by myself on a airplane. I have to be INDEPENDENT and I am still working on it :) I will not be scared. I will not be scared. I am not scared.

Ta-ta. Im off to burning midnight oil.

I want a B. Pls. B. Pls. B.

I just wrote a post and I accidently strayed away from it.

Now its all gone.

Shit!!!!!

Im not going to retype it.

*Goes gloomily back to studying the History of Medieval Women*

Wow. I wonder who really cares. All I want for Christmas....is a B...and four As!!! Muahahaha.

That's asking a lot even though I never study and procastinate (still am) the entire semester. Seriously, this is the EASIEST semester and the LEAST workload ever encountered in my entire college experience. So freaking free that im constantly restless and thus, inattentive and bored. (I did a color test and that's what I 90% remembered).

I need another job. Just because the boredom is driving me CRAZY. I have applied to work for the yearbook, but I havent received a reply/call. Pls...pls....pls.....I need that job!!!! I will even work for free!!!!! (Should have told them that, but it slipped out of my airy mind) I am THAT desperate.

On another note, I've been thinking of getting a new blog. Well actually, I just want my blog to be white. Does anyone know how to change the background color, coz im obviously blogspot dummy.

Cheers and Merry Christmas.

May my wish come true. PLS! PLS! PLS!

Restless during Finals

I am suffering from restlessness...

And I cant study.

Last night, I watched two movies and woke up at 3pm today.

Seriously, I need to get my act together and STUDY!!!

I am soooo in holiday mode right now. Someone please jolt me out of there right now.

Milk and its benefits. Yum!

For those wanting to shed a few pounds, drink milk.

Apparently, milk really does helps you to lose weight through some mysterious doing of its own, which has now been discovered by scientist. Dont believe me? Just google it. I can tell you a whole bunch of crap that I recalled from memory, but I dont remember any of it except the main point. There, all summerized for you.

If you have been reading the newspaper, or even have a bit of common sense, you would have known that Americans have been growing wider and wider but not taller. I wonder why. Is it because of all the suger that they have been accostomed to? Or is it because of the greatest excuse they came up with, of how they used to work really hard before technology and once technology arrived, their diet remained the same, and thus, they continued eating big potion. Or maybe, they are just freaking rich! How's that!

Well, maybe its because they dont drink MILK! Asians drink milk everyday. I remembered drinking milk every morning. Even in primary school, I was one of those few who ordered chocolate milk delivered to class once a month/week or something remotely like that. At home, if I didnt feel like drinking water, its milk time!

So now in U.S., I tried, I really did. To the gym I went but came back home losing so little pounds, its horrific for me to even weigh myself on the weighing machine. I didnt understand why I "look" the same, maybe even slighter thinner (consolation) than before but weigh more than I used to. It's baffling.

I am very unsatisfied. And mad.

From now on, its milk addiction time!

Gym Hype

Do you know why I go to the gym?

At first, it was because I was too bored.

Later, it becomes a habit.

Slowly, I increased my gym days from one...to two...to three days a week.

Why?

1) It is additive. Makes me feel good. "I go to the gym, therefore I am fit and I have a tone body and all the guys will like me." ;)

2) To get rid of dimpled fats. To my father..."Why! Why do I have such lousy genes?"

3) To maintain weight and to stop putting on POUNDS! >> In the rest of the world, its KG. In beautiful America, its pounds. When I step on the weighing machine, "Oh! Just one pound." Starts thinking..."Not too bad, still can eat..."

4) To lose weight. >> Shit lah. This is the hardest. Lose one pound...only 0.45kg!


Guess what.

Its wednesday today. And what do I do? 10a.m. The GYM! According to the treadmill, I used up 100 calories. "This is great!" Starts doing sits-ups and leg press. Loses another unofficial 100 calories.

9p.m. rolls around and I am working night shift. Suddenly, I have an insatiable hunger for food. FOOD! FOOOOD!!! Starts dreaming and goes to the vending machine. Sees a cinnamon bun with a label saying "Voted Best" or something the like. Decides to try it. Sssshhhiittt!!! 450 calories! Plus, there's the whole deal with the sat fat and trans fat. I feel a little mad at myself for being such a sucker for sweet things. Seriously. The whole America is built on suger. Everything is sickening sweet. Cant help but eat the bun anyway. After all, mother always say, "In China, there is NOTHING to eat."

40 mins later. Friend offers chocolate. Cant help it again. Yum. Yum.

20 mins later. Another friend offers me chocolate cookie. Munch. Munch.

In the end, I wonder WHY do I even bother... to go to the gym.

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pls: I hate cold sores and I hate pimples.
pls2: *Pump my fist up in the air and sings like a pirate* Tomorrow, to the gym!


Im pathetic.

Exchange Mail down...Hello!

I cant believe my MAIN mail server is down.

"HTTP/1.1 503 Service Unavailable"

This cant be happening...

Les Choristes

If you ever have time, watch Les Choristes. It is a french movie about a teacher who tried to reform the school children through singing.

The first time I heard them sing, I was in the language lab in school, and so I checked out the french songs. Caresse Sur L'Océan caught my attention. It was different from the rest of the other songs. It sounded angelic where no songs should. It sounded heavenly.

A choir. Of pubescence boys.

No wonder it sounded different. I couldnt pinpoint the member of the sex who was singing. It wasnt a girl, nor was it a boy. There are high pitches in the song and yet, it wasnt a girl. Unisex. Couldnt be. I checked out the song on the internet and realized it came from a french movie. The next harry potter, it said of the star acter, Jean Baptiste Maunier.

He was chosen based on his looks and singing, and he certainly didnt disappoint. I have been hearing his songs on youtube for the past few days, and im still hooked onto it.

In case you are wondering at his voice, there are apparently some russian singer, who could reach very high pitch, almost as good as a girl. He was featured on yahoo news a while back ago, and boy, was he great, not only to ogle at, but to hear too. My favorite type of eye candy. I mean...it must have been his amazing talent...of course! Vitas, I love you!!! :)

;)

Edit
I watched the movie today and it was fan-tes-tic!!! I push aside studying for my finals, which was a few hours away, just to watch the movie. And guess what, looks like I got the brain and beauty to pull it off. Hehehehe. Just found out I got an A. Lalalalala.


Oh shucks...it was all MCQs anyway :O

Snow, snow, snow...

It snowed. And snowed. Snowed. And Snowed...

I remember a time when snow doesnt fall from the sky. When all I ever wished for was a dream. Cast in imagination and filled with endless longing. Just imagine, being here, staying here, living up a unfathomable dream. But reality sinks in and I knew I wont be here but for my parents money. Just to see and touch snow, it counts. The money timer is continously running and every second cost just because I am here. It's easy to forgot the slogging that got me here. But somehow, it illuminates at the back of my mind, in between the white wonder and childish marvel of god-send serenity.

The wind roared through the skeleton trees and tiny ice cubes flew into my face. My fingers and toes were pain from the never ceasing cold but I had to pose for the camera.

I dressed unprepared. The last time it snowed was mild compared to this year. To combat the cold, I wore two thin shirts and one long-sleeve shirt, and finally my warm thin coat. A pair of jeans and ankle cotton socks and some unknown brand sport shoes, I was ready to head out and conquer the world. Of coz, I also finally gotten out my matching gloves and hat.

Well, few hours and one snow angel later, my fingers and toes were suffering from frostbite and it hurts so badly I took shelter in some buildings on campus that were still open. So the routine goes like this: Take pics, runs to warm buildings, take pics, runs again to another building.

My gloves were wet, my nose was running w/o me knowing. I touched it and realize...shit, the goo was already coming out. My pants was also wet because I made snow angel. At first, you can brush off the snow, but there will always be some stuck, and when you warm up, the snow melts and turns to ice. So guess what! Now my butt's wet.

PROPER ATTIRE: Wear ear muffs, waterproof gloves (e.g.leather), waterproof pants (e.g. those windbreaker material), waterproof shoes (e.g. leather). Good thing I have 'leather' shoes. My summer job, catering, required us to wear black shoes, so I bought one from wal-mart, scholl brand. Really comfy and looks professional too and frumpy to some, I suppose.

School closed two days in a row because of the snow. I am so darn happy. First snow to fall in Norman and campus had to close because of the 'hazardess' weather. I'm not complaining.

pls: Last year the snow was so thin, you cant even make snow angels. You fall and you hit the soil before you can even flap your arms. So this year is the best snowy year ever, I forgive the cold and the lifeless fingers and toes. Just give me the snow. :)

pls2: Its easier to drift. Think tokoyo drift. But of coz, the next day my friend tried to drift, the snow was so thick, its harder and the cops were around. I pity them. Still have to work. Hahahaha. ;p

Snow

It snowed today! Finally!!! :)

I woke up this gloomy morning, freezing inside my house. I knew it would snow later on the day, so I threw on a long-sleeve shirt and a wool-lined jacket. Happily, I went to school. Little did I know the first thing that greeted me was light rain after class. Not to be daunted, I walked to the gym, expecting the rain to go away.

Two hours later, I emerged from the gym. "It's a monsoon out there," one girl said to her friends at the counter. Sure enough, the rain was heavier. But it was no monsoon. When you are in oklahoma and it rains less than 20 times in a year. A drizzle is considered heavy and heavy rain is considered monsoon. I was mad because I didnt bring my cap. Snow, yes, I am prepared. The camera is in my bag. But rain?!

After my last class which I got out early because one girl said it was slicking. Yes! Snow. I came out of class and looked out the window. Shit! Rain! Heavy Rain!

Later, I walked out the doors and tiny ice hits my head. Woah! Its raining heavy snow! :) You think that snow would be lovely and everything would be white. My foot! The ground was muddy and slicky and there were some patches of white but there were too little snow...well..must wait till next morning.

The only thing im excited for is for class to get cancelled tomorrow. Yes. In oklahoma, one inch is snow is hazardess. Think further north in Michigan. My poor friend had to suffer through 6 feet of snow until his clothes are all wet, and still, he has to go to class. Boohoo.

Hehehe. Oklahoma, we're the best. :)

pls: Rain and snow on one day, means tml is going to be freezing. As much as I love snow, its now time for me to dig out all my thick winter clothings and huddled up. And I was so hoping that the temperate would be between the 60-70 F so my winter clothing could collect dust inside my luggage and I wont have the trouble of taking those musty clothes out. Dreams crushed.

Proof

I need to watch the movie, Proof.

Go check it out. Apparently, it came out in 2002 (what was i thinking...not knowing this movie! gasp!) and there are a couple of big stars playing it. Anyway, my friend said that it was pretty good. So now, I want to watch it.

Besides, Proof is somehow related to my class as well. I am currently taking acting for non-major and my scene is based on Proof. I thought it was a play, which are those u see in theatres, coz my class was geared towards stage not camera. So it was very surprising to me when my partner told me that proof was a movie too! Hehehehe. I wanna watch it now!

Pointless Facts:
1) I bought a mini cheese cake today.
2) I am going to the gym tml.

Borat and Stephen King

Borat - movie title which I dont know how to spell.

Borat is a movie about this guy from Khazastan going to America and learning about their culture. He is the main character and all others are real people.

Borat seems to purposely provoke and anger the Americans on purpose. While I think that the movie is 'funny', it is insulting to certain Americans because he ridicules them. He learns but he goes out of usual tourist way to make it funny. So everything about the movie is on the extreme side.

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I finished reading Stephen King's Misery in 6.5 hrs. So much to read, so little time. My head is pounding for taking all the information in and blocking out most of them just so I can get an outline of the entire story. Personally, I am no fan of his books. This is the first one and I have to say, I am still NO fan of his books. The horror stories are gruesome but heck, its not worth my time. I just read it coz my frenz loan it to me and I wanted to finish it so that I wont hurt ppl's feelings. If I picked this book in the library, it would be shove back on the shelf in less than a second.

Ta-ta. Have to collect my 4 weeks laundry now.

Good Night.

I Support You!

Its a crazy world, but Im crazy too. ''I SUPPORT YOU!" - Playing a drinking game, becoming my partner and my fav line.

I spend thanksgiving in dallas, hanging out with a bunch of Hong Kong and Malaysian frenz. I actually only met some of them once or twice, and they speak fluent cantonese all the while, which makes it hard for me to understand or communicate with them.

Well, heck that! Apparently, drunk people speak english! For e.g. "Wake me up!" in a slurred voice.

I was playing a popular HK drinking game, the same one played in Pirates of the Carribean II.

Game Rules
1) There are 5 dices in a cup and you overturn the cup on the table and shake it.
2) You open the cup, but dont let the others see your dice.
3) First round - anyone starts. Subsequent rounds - the loser starts.
4) Call out a number of dice. E.g. If five people are playing, you can call out five twos, which means that you are guessing there are at least a min of 5 twos in all the 25 (total no.) dices. The first no called out must be equal or bigger than the amt of people playing.
5) One is a wild card, and can be anything unless the number is called out.
6) Senario: There are 5 ppl playing. A calls out 7 fours. (rmb, first no is equal or larger than the amt of ppl playing) B calls out 8 fours. (stakes must increase for either one or both numbers. Cannot call out 7 threes/twos/ones unless you call 8 threes/twos/ones.) C calls out 10 six. D doesnt believe there are 10 sixes in all 25 dices so D says 'open!'. Everyone opens their cups and the dices are reveals. Start counting the no of sixes everyone has, including ones, since it is a wild card and since no one has bet on ones. D counts a total of 11 sixes. So D drinks a can of beer coz he lost. If D counts 9 dices, then C drinks coz he is incorrect.

The game I played, each time you lost, drink a can of beer. Our fren had lots of beer in a slightly smaller can. But anyway, you can see how easy it is to get drunk. Lose 4 games, drink 4 times. I drank red wine coz I couldnt stand beer. Mine was 1/5 of a huge cup. So the amt is almost like in a wine glass.

Luckily, since I didnt know how to play the game at first, Ah Lam helped me. He is Ah Wing's younger brother and brothers dont exactly like to drink with each other. So anyway, Ah Lam became my partner after a while to help me out, since I was losing... Well, not only did he teached me the game, he helped me to make good decisions and drink some wine if I lost. Hahaha.

Bad news. Apparently, he got drunk later on. I was already half gone. I knew I was rather drunk but was still aware of my surroundings, and my head kept rolling around like when you are really sleepy coz it was late at night anyway. I went to the toilet a couple of times to get rid of the alcohol. Before I knew it, since my partner was still playing, he drank for me if 'I' lost, and besides, I knew I couldnt take in more alcohol. So I drank little and refused to play unless I drink water. You had no idea how stubborn Ah Wing was. He refused coz he said I can do it. I dont really recall what happened next. All I knew was I slowed down my intake of alcohol but my partner was suprisingly drunk for the next whole day coz he puked so frequently from the time he slept till next evening or night.

I slept at 6am and woke up at 1030am...feeling tired but still had the energy to eat dim sum. Lionel too. The other two guys slept like pigs and another two didnt really play a lot...so they didnt drink much either. Ah Lam was just holed up in his room the entire day. So he was out of the question.

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This thanksgiving must be the wildest so far. Drank too much (before that I even had Neon Tower drink at a fancy revolving tower and I drank half of a girl's glass coz she didnt want to finish it. It was darn good. Coffee and alcohol.)

Things I did for the first time during thanksgiving.
1) Getting drunk/groggy but still sane. I still could count the dices. But my partner gulped down the alcohol too fast coz he thought we lost, even though we didnt. Haih.
2) Fishing. I didnt put the bait on the hook but I did throw the line and took loads of pictures.
3) Baby Dolls. Shucks. Unwilling, I had you know.

pls: I left my cleanser in their house. That's a first too, if you want to count it.

Dr. Gui

My professor is soooo nice. I lost my hw for chapt 12 and 13. He thought abt it for a moment before saying...nevermind...I will just give you a grade for those two since you have always been consistent.

Wahhhh...!!!! So nice! And here I was, not reporting my missing hw until 2 lessons later. Im such a bad girl. I feel so touched....which prof would do that???!!! I will surely miss his class next semester.

Daily Drama

MONDAY.

I had a test. I didnt study/revise for it because it was supposed to be last wed but my classmates wanted to postpone it. So happily, I thought i am just gonna revise it on the test day itself. It wasnt until 2.5 hours before the test that I realized my notes/answers/hw was gone! LOST! Misplaced!!! Oh, the horror, panic...fear...!!!

I didnt find it in time. I went back home and search my room. Came back to school and still had no clue where my notes were. So I went to class half an hour early, hoping that someone would come early as well. Luckily, my fren came. Haih. So I spent the 0.5 hr copying hw/notes/etc and tata, when test came...i was sooo ready. Of coz, i still had to redo my hw...darn it! Lost it together with the notes!

TUESDAY.
Today is the day of my first showing. I didnt memorize all my lines. Well, as best as I could, but its not perfect. I totally forget that I was meeting my frenz in Gaylord. I finished class at 1050am in Gaylord, and head over to Adams Hall, which was 10 mins away. Went online and check my msg. Oh my gosh! Meeting in Gaylord. Rush back again. DARN it. Waste of time and energy. Plus, my classmate was late. So we only had 0.5 hr to rehearse.

The play is called PROOF....by David Auburn. My scene is taken from Act one, scene two. The play is something like the movie THE BEAUTIFUL MIND. Except this is in play form and a much less extreme but still interesting. I like it so much I decided to keep the book. Normally, I would sell it on e-bay. But its my favorite play!!!

So anyway, when it was Megan and my turn, we as usual skipped some lines, modify others, added extras, and etc, small little details here and there, that doesnt change the play, and we acted it out so naturally (coz we practiced that way and it stuck) that only those who were doing the same scene as us knew what went wrong and where.

Lalalala. Once our scene ended, the teacher had nothing negetive/all positive :) to comment. Muahahaha. That's coz all the other groups had negetive comments. Lalalalalala. Except, Mr. Jimmy asked me to be more sacastic in the beginning so as to have a smoother transition but other than that, great job. Yes! Sacastic, oh I can be. I was perfectly sacastic during my younger days. Strange how people can change. I am still, but lesser.

I think this is the best comment(s) I have ever receive on a play on the first showing. I mean, first showing is all about finding niches to improve for the final showing and thus, for Mr. Jimmy not to have anything but positive comment to say is really (acc to me), astonishing. Wow.

For the rest of the afternoon, I didnt have the heart to study. I was on cloud 9. Looks like that isnt such a great reason coz I felt so bored I fell asleep at work for a couple of minutes. Snore. Snore.....

The rest of my interesting day summerized here:
1) Watched 2 videos.
2) Thanksgiving dinner by OU couz. Didnt meet her coz its too crowded.
3) Went to Agi/Rami's house. Didnt catch Veronica Mars. Got the jacket and dress.
4) Telling you to seriously go read PROOF. I wanna watch it on broadway if I could. I am so darn happy I had a chance to act from one of its scene, even if its just for class :) Heck, its like a dream come true.
5) It rained today. Wow. OK seldoms rains.
6) Found out I need to change my I-20. Freaking troublesome.

Bisous.
:p

Bball and dumplings

Friday. 11/10

So its been a really hectic day, seriously.

Class, papar and work, Asian Food Fest, Gaylord - msg parties and passing up paper, Gym - walking up steps and later playing basketball. The best I got was 4 shots in the goal, not from the midpoint, but the straight line a few feets in front of the mid-pt. Anyway, that was pretty good considered I never liked ball-games and I thought I sucked it all of them. Besides, I am so scared of catching the freaking ball, esp when its flying right at me. I ducked. Well, since its just me and my frenz, its little less tiring and i get to shoot hoops, which made it in half of the time. Yea...!

Next, Prof. Gui's house for dumplings-making and dinner. First one there at 5:20p.m.? Rmb Potsticker and koreans have round faces and straight eyes, and chinese have eyes that goes down and jap have eyes going up. His daughter darn tall and son shorter and has bangs. He's an artist anyway. Cool. Saw their chicken and watched tv and talk a whole lot.

Go home at abt 9 something and later head over to the old kongos for TKO party. Lousy music until the last half an hour. I mean, really shitty music that is so darn hard for me and my girlfriends to dance to. Totally bad atmosphere coz of the horrible music. There were balloons falling from a net and it has money in it. I got $1.

After that, head on over to Luke's house party. Darn nice. They even had a hookah, but of coz i didnt try it. Muahahahaha. Dont think I would wanna smoke any tobacco thing even if its better filtered.

Came back home, took bath at 4am and tata, to bed at 5am.

Up at 6:45a.m. The earliest. All because of a good cause.

Well, actually, it was compulsory.

Every semester, it is compulsory for all members of Sigma Phi Lambda to be involved in one service project. A few weeks ago, it was some Halloween Party for the kids. Today, it was FEED THE CHILDREN and two weeks later, it will be Kitchen soup (or something named after that sort).

I left at 7:15a.m. to the parking lot across the duck pond (written in the email), which was really weird because there is NO parking lot across the duck pond. Instead, after a call to another friend, we found out it was the parking lot across the stadium. Luckily, we reached Oklahoma city on time at 8a.m. and stood outside the office door, waiting for them to open, only to realise we were suppose to gather outside the factory. *Biong! Knock head!*

A brief description about FEED THE CHILDREN. It is a non-profit, non-govt funded organization that gives out food to underpriviledge kids.

Somehow, I find it a little disturbing that the food consist of a backpack with some writing materials, 2 dinner size packet of macaroni and cheese and a bottle of peanut butter and grape. Hmm, as much as I find the backpack very appealing, regardless of its kiddish color, I still think there should be more food!

So for 4 hours with only a 15 min break in between, I lined up and carried empty boxes to my friends who are putting the bagpacks in them and then I bring it over to a table to be taped by someone else. So basically, my part is holding the box and letting it be filled with 4 bagpacks. Oh, what glorious fun! But its all for a good cause. But despite me being sarcastic, yes, I did manage to enjoy it.

1) Open boxes of bagpacks- one man
2) Taking out the bags - one man
3) Putting boxes into recycle bin - one man
4) Holding bagpacks - 5-10 man
5) Taking out macaroni and cheese and putting inside bagpack - one man
6) Taking out peanut butter and jelly and putting inside bagpack - one man
7) Carrying boxes to put bagpack - 3-5 man. (???)

After 4 hours, my arms were not sore but tender from carrying all the boxes which sides cut into my upper arms, so I had to be careful while holding it not to let it touch my upper arms. For the first 2 plus hour, I was wearing a coat, so that was ok. Later, it was getting warmer so I took it off and sadly, I didnt know the cardboard boxes sides pressed so harshly onto my upper arms. I even got a tiny bruise, because the rest of the time, I was trying to not to hug the boxes (which i did with my coat on), but instead, held it an inch or two away from my upper arms.

Thats about it. We managed to finish 5280 bagpacks. Yea! I am a happy and hungry girl coz there was nothing to eat during break time. Yea. All of us starving.

Next friday, Asian Food Festival. Maybe I will blog about it, if it is anything interesting. MSA is making roti canai. Muahahahahahaha. Yea, we get roti canai from a chinese supermarket and then fry it on the day itself. Will be making the curry a day earlier.

Ta-ta. Not going to tell you everything (just the gist of it).

Bisous,
me :)

10/27/06

Gym on wed and on friday again. Somehow, the motivation is non-existent on friday. Must have something to do with satisfaction and self-pity. May I wallop in sorrow.

Panam Party Halloween theme. So fun. Well, at least it was better than the first party I went to during my couz bday, which was on 4 march 06. I am such a good, innocent and pure girl. Yeah, right. Darn, but I really need to get a life. I stepped on a lot of glass bottle shreds. I think my slippers are ruined. Shucks! I was dancing and thinking, what's that hard thing sticking to my slipper. Shucks. I thought it was gum or something, but it turns out to be glass bottle shreds! Do you know how dangerous that is if i accidentally stepped on it with my bare feet?

Well anyway, I would like to thank Belal for being such a great dance partner. Always looking out for me and making sure I dont get pushed around since I'm so short, people just squeeze me aside if they want to get across the room.

Thanks for Kevin for sending me to the dances although for some funny reason, you wont dance with me coz I make you shy. Huh? Next time, you promised.

Thanks to Dana, Leslie, Jonathon, Astri for coming and just being there and accustoming me to the environment.

I am tired. Have to work 6 freaking hours tml and I look forward to it only because the guy who im working with is cute. That's right. Cute guys make my day. Plus, he goes to the gym everyday. Woah...

I also went to some asian sorority party. Dont like it. Dont know anyone. And people dance weird. (I think its just because I didnt like the atmosphere and the people.) Its so strange to be able to look above their heads. At Panam, I'm always staring at someone's chest or the people around me. They are so tall, they block my view.

That's it for now. That's my celebration of College Kids Halloween for you. I am sooo looking forward to another PANAM party, especially if any of my girlfriends are going. This semester is so boring, I will scream!!!!

I took some pics in the library today. What's so fun, you say. I'm a bookworm, yeah you noticed. I go to the library all the time. It is my favorite hang out. So what's the biggy?

Guess....whoooo...The haunted stacks.

The above picture is the scariest place I have ever been. The floor literally queaks and suddenly, from the sides of the room, you hear sounds, more queaking sounds that seem to popped up. I went to the window, and saw that it overlooks the clock tower, but later, strode back to the south side of the library where the floor is made of thick green glass panels.

The floor creaks when you walk on it. The books are faded, covered in dust, and omitting a musty smell. Hardcover books. The ones you never see in today's bookstore. Shelfs, and shelfs filled with them, hundreds of books stretching a mile long, few stories high. Imagine the immerse collection hidden in the old wing of the library. So old that no one dares to go in alone, or even know of it.

Imagine then, just when I was taking pictures, the battery almost went flat until I crossed to the new wing. The horror, fanscination, apprehension.

The library. Come see it. OU.

Sooner. Boomer. Sooner. Boomer.

PICS TO FEAST YOUR EYES ON.

They even have Dorothy and the Wizard in? Oz.

Look at the pages! Pictures! Oh...the sweetness of childhood days. How come our textbooks can be that interesting? Then at least I have some interest in studying.

*Pic deleted coz I am inside. Shucks. God bless short people*

The roofs are so short, I can touch them, while still standing on the floor, not jumping mind you! Makes me so happy. Yea to short people. The tall people will find it a bother to enter coz they will bump bump bump their heads. Muahahahaha.

Theme: Mouse Trap. So cute. Can you spot the mouse? I tried showing my friend, but she can only see the eyes. O_o Luckily, she is the only one. "I have no creativity," quoted from her. Not my group. Just some lucky sulpture lucky to be one of the first few pics and I clicked on it coz its cute.



Oct 21 (sat) was homecoming. That week, I did the most lying and most procastinating I ever had.
Firstly, I was trying to regain some privacy and secondly, I was too sleepy to do pomping. Somehow, everytime I wanted to force myself over to some fratenity house to pomp, my friend decided she would rather sleep and therefore, I didnt go as well.

I was so excited to think that at least, this year, I would experience pomping but noooo... All I got involved with was the Can Sulpture. I even missed the Pep Rally. Gosh! That was actually my highlight of the homecoming week. Seeing the dances. I cant believe I chose sleep over the Pep Rally and it was so near my house too. I want to kick myself hard.

Well anyway, I took lots of picture that I felt involved in the homecoming activities although I am really not. I dont even know what fraternity and sorority my house was paired with. Gives you lots of insight to how much interest I had in homecoming and greek names. Its hard enough that I dont even remember the greek letters to my house, let alone others. I think its E...?? Ok, I just checked online, and its EOA..somewhere along those letters.

Back to homecoming. I think I only accumulated 2.5 pts. I suck big time. I actually have to accumulate 15, with a min 5 pts for pomping. Shucks. And now my house officials wants everyone to report on the total number of points they got. I think I have to come up with some big lie or do some miscalculation. Hey, I was never good at math.

Well anyway, here is ONE MORE pics. Enjoy. Somehow, uploading is superslow, so forget about the rest. If you are interested, I can share the album with you. Tons of interesting pics.


Below is another Can sulpture. The cans will be donated to God knows where. Behind the sulpture are the extra cans, which are just lying in a mess. Anyway, this suplture is a football stadium. It is not my group. Mine is a tree with a snake winding around it. Somehow, it manages to look like a christmas tree with red bulbs encircling it. Someone pls tell me it fits the theme of Jumaji. That's my group's theme.



Signing off,
me.

ALVIN...ENJOY ARMY AND SHAVED HEAD. THE BEST. MUAHAHAHA. If you can see, I used purple esp for you :) Coz its fun and you will be needing some soon. jejejejejeje.

10/13/06 Friday

Another chapter closed on Friday (SA meeting), how apt. Sometimes, I wondered what would happened if I took another road, but everytime I imagined, I could only foresee disaster. I think it is better this way.

On the other hand, why must my life be so complicated?

Just as another chapter closes, so must the new one starts the next day.

Nowadays, it seems to be getting quicker and quicker, as if time is running out. If you look back, you can see every single detail at the tip of your finger. That is how I view my life. A sudden flash so fast it feels like it happened yesterday. So if I feel that way for the last *my age* years of my life, I could imagine my future happening lightyears for now, and feel the urging need to live life to the fullest.

>>> RUSSA Night. Fantastic food. E.g. salad, pancakes, cakes, russian soft drink, etc.

10/14 /06 Saturday

>>> canvas painting during cov gp.

>>> applebee (resturant)... private information. (somehow, everything I write is in some way elusive. Pardon me but I dont trust anyone with secrets. Not even on my blog, the internet is too free and open.)

>>> I am selfish and I am guilty because I would rather hang on to the past until someone indicates the chapter of that life is close, but it isnt yet - referring to B.K.

>>> Would you rather have love hit you straight in the face or would you have love creep up on you? I prefer the latter although there is so much heartache in it and the experience is like a rollar coaster. No longer will your life be rational, instead, it will rather be based on emotions. Frustrating but im still sucked into it.

10/15/06 Sunday

>>> Trinity with Andy, Rami, Kevin, Jordan and me.

>>> I need some privacy. Guys hate clinging girls and vice versa.

>>> Di-va-li night (sorry but i dun know how to spell) Great super long performance with a stand up comedian and great indian food. Somemore my ticket is free because I represent the President of MSA. Hehehehe.

>>> Homecoming this coming week and im still lost in confusion. Ok fine, so I have done it before but im still lost coz its different this year.

>>> Hoedown coming up soon! :) Paid for two shirts ($12 each). Write here so that I wont forget.

>>> I want PRIVACY!!!!!!

>>> I dont know why I am such an ass sometimes, people who seem too easy to get or too nice to me and I will start feeling paranoid. So be it. And then I will want to limit my contact with them until I have them figured out. Some people are naturally super nice, like my friend, which I orginally doubt. I feel bad now but I am trying to make up for it :)

>>> This is a super long post. Whatever. If you happen to read till here, congrats. My friend sent me an even super duper long MESSAGE on facebook. Its a message not a blog and its still super long. But it makes me happy and it made my day :)

>>> I am procastinating on my homework and sleep! Imagine that.

Bisous,
me ;p

It happened again. Tonight. The arrow strikes true. Fast and silent. It penetrates swiftly without dripping a drop of blood. I hear your heart thumping and feel your erratic breathing motions.

Giorgio Armani, Aqua Di Gio. You left your scent on me. But whose scent were you orginally from?

Clarity is within me. There is no doubt. There is NO doubt.

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Yesterday was mooncake festival. The Chinese society had a mooncake festival in the ballroom. And you pay $1 to enter and get one whole mooncake free (or inclusive). Whatever the case, $1 for a mooncake...WAHHHHHHH!!!!! My favourite!!!! GIMME!!! GIMME!!!

Too bad I'm only one person, only one entrance fee. If I helped out that day, I would have gotten 4 mooncakes...1 whole freaking box without even paying!!!! But I was too tired. Before the event at 6.30p.m., I went out for lunch and later to a chinese supermaket to buy groceries.

I actually wanted to buy a box of mooncakes to eat at home. But they are so darn expensive and they have such weird flavors like pineapple and jujube??? Plus they also have the 5 different nut, which I really dislike. And in boxes that have white lotus, there is 2!!! egg yolk!!!

Come on, I really dont want to die that young. And I dont want the silly egg yolk to take up the whole mooncake. Besides that, the prices range from $14-30. FORGET IT.

DISSAPOINTED.

So when to the event...one dollar one mooncake...WAHHHH...I can go crazy.

Luckily, one of my friend didnt want it. So GOT TWO!!!

Then coz I was still feeling greedy, I asked for one more. Hehehehe.

Know the China President mah. But she wasnt exactly happy because none of the malaysians helped out (I think the malaysian president told her that some of us might be helping out but he didnt really mean it. haih. so he never informed the rest of us.)

But in the end, I still got ONE more...

TOTAL = 3 MOONCAKE = $1. MUAHAHAHAHA.

I AM 'PROUD' OF MYSELF :)

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PLS: Pls do not pick me up like a little kid. I know I weigh less that you do (yes, you are stronger, I can see that) but it scares me although it is fun. Hahahahaha.

POTLUCK at NICK's...Where were you! You said you will be there although I didnt promise. FUMING.

HABIT. If you do something repeatedly for three months, it becomes a habit.

Everyday in class, I write the day and date at the front of the page. And everyday, I remind myself that today is e.g. the 5 of October, thurs, and so the first number I write is 5, but here is where my brain enforces a change in my habit.

For the past 6 years, the date is written as 5/10/06.

Now, in America...it is written as 10/5/06.

You think staying here would have changed my writing habit.

Yes. It did changed. Weirdly.

1)5

2)/5/

3)10/5/06

So you see...I still write 5 first, but then put two strokes in between and fill in the rest.

hehehehe....

These are the days, when I am reminded of you.

I had an impulsive urge to write. Suddenly, an incident that occured weeks ago popped up in my mind.

My friend knows how to read palms. Yea sure. I tried that years ago too. Take some palm information book, read up, study it and go around hunting for interested victims to spill some nonsensical information and look smug. That was years ago, and although its a delight to convince yourself that everything is true, it most likely isnt. Even for me. Oh heck, I am still pretty psyche about it :)

So recently, a friend of mine read my palm. Pray, please tell! No, she replied...Sorry but have to tell you in private. I looked at her feeling puzzled. Just tell lah! I was impatient. But she was so professional. Cannot, this kind of stuff must tell in private wan. Oklah, oklah, I replied disappointedly.

After a few days, she came to my house and I pounced on her. Hehehehe... Tell me! TELL ME!

So she told me. Not much, but some hit straight on the mark. No, it's not just plain bullshit like what I used to do. It is really true. PROVEN COZ IT HAPPENED, and IS still happening. Of course the rest I cannot tell if it is true, or if she is just guessing. After all, most people do go through up and down and their lives are all pretty similar...hehehe...as in work, get rich or be poor, etc. But ONE information she said stood out, shinning like the sudden flash in my head when I feel enlightened and it all connected.

Story is... I will only get a bf later in my life. Duh. (if it doesnt happen, I WILL STILL MAKE SURE IT HAPPENS! because I dont want to die a spinster.)However, during the years of moping over my singlehood, I will be kacao-ed by lots of guys, but none of them will matter. They will eventually go away. So darn true lah. Can you freaking guys stop kacao-ing me!!! Giving me trouble only. Making me feel all up and down, round and round. Dizzy lah. Meaning mostly that you are messing me up and giving out false alarms!!! Stop messing with my head! Hate it, coz I feel so super dumb. How can I do my hw like this!!!!

E.g. 1) Met a guy at a friend's house. He likes me but is leaving for Japan in two weeks, but before that, he is going to Colorado to visit his friends and so my first meeting with him is also therefore, my last. POINT IS >>> I would have never known he likes me but he told me! See! Trouble! Why tell??!! Make my life miserable. But nevermind, so he is my friend now...i hate to end on a bad note...but who knows what happens later. Maybe this incident will slowly vanish into the forgotten world.

E.g. 2) Guys like me and I dissed them off because I dont like them. End of story. So most of them are like that. But still...give me trouble only!

Moral of the story >>> If im not going to marry you, dont bother me. But then, my life will become super mundane, so why the heck not! I need a life...Arrgghhh....

JOY. Bubbling Laughter, and aching pains...

LOVing Sept. Not because I was borned into it, but because of all the new friends I have made. Yeah! I am sick of waiting for people to take the first step. I finally realized that you dont make friends just by waiting passively and hoping they take notice of you. Too long I have stood by the side, hidden, silent, and still. The perfect wallflower.

I have to make the first move, shaking hands, making introductions and confirming/acknowledging the friendship on facebook. Yes. Facebook. It does help me, at least, to lift up my head high when I bump into them, and give them a greeting and a hug. Before, their glances take no notice of me and I would change directions as easily as if I was meant to head to the opposite direction.

IAC (International Advisory Council) change all that. I learn, I practise and I acknowledge. My tiny circle of friends have expanded, and the treads are stretching further, taut and thin, but it goes on. This circle of friends, I am glad it opened my eyes to see the bigger picture. Without them, I will always be the same - shy, silent, with boring eyes and sully lips.

I tilt my head high, unfurling my wings, arching my back and shaking my feathers with great suppressed energy. I am breaking free from all the restrained emotions and actions. ReleasEeeee...

My shell cracked...just a faint zigzag running down the top to the shaking bottom. Not much, but it is the end of a shell, and the beginning of my rebirth.

Im a freaking senior! IM A FREAKING SENIOR!!! Im so happy and excited that I swear Im in love with everyone. BISOUS!!!

10 mins later...

Now that the revelation has cooled down...what am I so happy for? O_0

1) The fact that I could graduate next fall...? nooooo...i want sommore fun..

2) The fact that I get to have first dips in enrolling for classes? yea man...that's it!

3) The fact that I might be 21 when I graduate? hehehehe..either way, im still going to be 21 whether I graduate in fall 07 or spring 08 since my bday is not till SEPT 28...HOLLAR!


Next topic...

SEPT BABIES INVASION!!!

17, 19, 21, 22, 25, 28 and 28 again... freaking many msian babies born in sept! Esp compared to the total amount of msian students and alumni we have in OK >> norman.

Most months...i cant recall celebrating anyone's bday...hehehe

Whatever....

PARTY TIME!

S.W.

Its 5.17 a.m. but I have something on my mind for the past week and a half.

Should I or shouldnt I?? Poke or dont poke?

Such a simple question...yet, it holds the power to mold my future.

Shall I live my life as a ghost in an empty shell, waiting but never content, or shall I live my life impulsively, to charge headstrong into whatever that comes my way and dive straight into murky waters?

As much as the second appeals, I fear im the first. Im the pale-face wallflower, the slight figure standing aloof and alone in the changing shadows, the silent whom everyone's eyes never fall upon.

Im changing, transforming, morphing, shedding the long overdue skin to reveal the luminous white fur coat painted with black predetory lines and wicked yellow eyes gleaming under the soft moonlight. The small pool of water rippled when I lapped up the water with my long tongue. I stood up and stretched. Reflected under the glow of the moon, the water reveals the result of the transformation - a half-tiger girl, caught between the choice of prey or the predator.

This is me. The balancing act, the weighing scales, the sign of Libra, the year of the tiger.

The Libra never sets her subjects free. She holds them close, keeps them safe, snuffling out the power to decide, leaving them hanging like a pendulum, swinging...


Life in mono by Mono
The stranger sang a theme
From someone else's dream
The leaves began to fall
And no-one spoke at all
But I can't seem to recall
When you came along
Ingenue
Ingenue
I just don't know what to do
The tree-lined avenue
Begins to fade from view
Drowning past regrets
In tea and cigarettes
But I can't seem to forget
When you came along
Ingenue

I cant believe I am sitting in front of the computer doing absolutely nothing. Hello!!! This is Me im talking about!!! The person who always worries about her next assignment and is always on the rush to finish them up asap although she always procastinates.

Whatever.

The fact is, im sitting in front of the computer doing nothing constructive except for nossying in on random people's life on facebook, playing poking poke poke with her friend, and dreaming of writing an article which she really ought to start researching because the due date is coming.

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Im coming home with mixed feelings. Holidays are the times to relax yet there is always something upsetting about holidays that can lead to high blood pressure.

My mom will start to lament, "Can you pls do something and stop wasting your time sitting around!" Her voice will starts to get all irritatingly squeaky and naggy as if her daughter is forever going to be a bum at home.
At least my dad is better. "Have you read the newspapers?"
I grimaced. Newspapers and me do not go hand-in-hand. Newspapers make your hands black which lead to me washing my hands, which lead to dry hands, and later to crack hands lovingly accompanied by the horrific sight of blood.
And then my mom will lament once more. "What! Now have to take you to the doctor huh. Wasting my time just to book an appointment for you, fetch you there, find parking and have to wait for a few hours."

Anticipation and visualization is the best way to get over culture shock. I am visualizing the usual situation at home during the holidays. Dont tell me your parents are not like that ar. After staying in OK for such a long time, I cant bear to listen to someone nag or order me around. This is call cultural shock! ;p

At least I will be back for less than 3 weeks. All thanks to increased price in airplane flights (which means I have to choose a date to fly home when its cheap) and the time difference (which makes me lose two days, bring my total days at home to...25 days. Rougly 3 weeks! Hehehe!).
One week for jet lag, one week for visiting relatives, the last week for visiting friends, if they are still around. RIGHT ALVIN! ;p

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Getting back to wasting precious time doing nothing. Im off work and ....

Let me see...ah! Im going to check facebook again. What's the point of the newly installed news feed and mini feed if you are not going to use it?

Beware, Im stalking you.

I went fishing without knowing it. The first fish I caught was unexpected. It fell right into the net without sending even a slight disturbance. However, the fish had the sense to jump right out of the net and into the pond. It knew it's life wasnt going to be over yet.

The second fish swam around the boat, but always out of reach of the net. Sometimes, I saw it, and sometimes I dont. Most of the time, we just pass each other in rhythmic undulations. Today, I caught it and as my net kept being pulled up higher and higher, it's body trashed helplessly in the air. Its body now lay choked between the thin netting strings, caught in the frenzy midst of other sea creatures. But somehow, I think it's going to survive.
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My Laughing Face

Laughing comes naturally
when you feel happy
until you choke and
have to gasp for air.

Laughing is another trick
to keep your feelings in check
when you have to fix your heart
and switch directions.

Laughing when you cannot
reply, a question posted
is when you know,
you still have reservations.

Laughing because you do not
know, the answer, is another
problem, because by that time,
it balances between
sadness and happiness.

Dallas trip: sat - hurricane habor - $27, dinner at chi-viet rest - $18.50. Sun - eh? Forgot what I did in the morning. Shopping, makan dinner at home, went out for drinks, which includes healthy fruit juice, alcohol, and water. A real mix of beverages. Hehehe.

Can't contain my delight of spilling to some random person that I drank half a cup of tofu berry drink ??? ( that's the real name!!!) then headed over to the pub and drown lots of alcohol (my fren cldnt stop buying!) and got giddy with slightly sloppy hand movement. Walked back to the car like Im freaking normal, continued through the night with playing majong and won the first game...(the last as well coz of the different rules), and later played blackjack with orange juice mixedwith a tang of alcohol, and slept at 545am BUT NOT before visiting the toilet for more than 10 times because I was playing chor da di with water for more than 3 hours ;)

Too much alcohol and MORE than enough water later, I woke up normal, with the only exception of visiting the toilet twice during the wee hours in the morning and having only 4 hours of sleep. I am still operating like normal. That's not fun at all. What happened to hangovers and vomitting and some other bs that people had to go through? Maybe its because I know when to stop and also because Im just testing the waters to know how far I can drink before I have to stop if I want my life and my reputation ;)

Hehehe. I can drink lots, OF WATER! I thought I was fine until my fren mentioned that drinking lots of water is also dangerous coz our body is made up of 70% water and if we drink too much, our blood count drops?!! What??!!! Is this true???!! *Alarm blarring loudly in my head*

I think Im getting addicted to alcohol coz I cant stop thinking about it. It is so addictive and seductive with the warm fuzzy feeling of relaxation combined with the hyper ecstasy of alcoholic games. Tip: Drink paradise punch while playing alcoholic games because its not that strong and you can play alcoholic games longer without the stress of feeling like you are going overboard.

For those who know me, oh come on, its not the first time I am drinking alcohol, but rather, a adult step into the world of drinking more than ONE glass of alcohol (some of them were really little, only one-quarter of the glass).

Sept 3, 2006 will go down in history as D-day. D for me, for drink, and for DA-day!
Used to be branded into my brain as daddy's b-day! Now it's daddy's girl all grown up day!

:)

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Another note that I cant get out of my head is the bittersweet goodbye of a new friend. Something that I never thought of because I just dont think of it, esp not when I only met the person for one time and come on, you dont exactly miss the person you just met. But I think about it 24/7 now because the person puts me on a pedestal and starts hallucinating before waking up to the harsh truth of reality. How do I know all these? Because the freaking person sent two message to me and stirred up my imagination of what-if. I hate it, coz if not for the freaking msges, I wouldnt have thought about it. It is like melancholy truth from the tree of good and evil - You didnt want to know, but you did and after you did, you fall from it. I fell.

One year down the road, everything will change. But I still cant stop imagining about my world of what-if.

I am off to Dallas at 7am!!! Labor day on MON!!! No school, no work (gasp! no money! 6 times $7 = $42 dollars gone! Protest!), and six flags (hurricane habor, here I come!).

Today's event:

Im taking my outdated nap when buzzz zzzz zzzzz ...... 'Can you go to the 4pm meeting? The others cant make it and I need a representative,' the president said.

Me, asleep, goes huh? Recalled vaguely that im the secretary and the other committee members are at work. Thinking shitty people now then only you tell me! Not that i mind, but im too tired to wake up one hour earlier and head over to the bus stop especially not when i have to call UPS as well and deal with my textbook being delievered to the wrong house and im TIRED!

In cases such as this, I decline and say im too tired BUT i'll still agree to go in the end because none can make it AND THEN when I head on over to the meeting, I feel really grumpy, vex and indignation, because i was only informed 2-3 hours before the meeting.

However, the previous day was PLEDGE signing day and all of a sudden, I felt I was really a member, not an outsider, but one of them. With it comes the strings of responsibilities and obligations and it just changes my perspective that its not something extra that I am being forced to do (coz seriously, all i ever wanted was a simply life of study, go home, eat, sleep), but something that I am part of, and is part of my life (so suddenly, it went from study, go home, eat, sleep, to ADDING homecoming, prayer meetings, cov gps, bible study gps, chapter meetings, open parties, MSA meetings, etc. You see now why I want a eat, sleep, shit and study life? I have simply no one-to-one time!)

Thus because of Pledge signing day, the sudden dealing of the ISA meeting was an obligation (even though I still hated the thought of getting up earlier than I thought so heck, I called my friend to fetch me to school. Hehehe. I dont normally do that but im feeling really lazy and idle as well. Heck to bothering my friend, Im being bothered too!)

Lifestream was great ... lots of singing, not much preaching :)


Others:
Andy's International Potluck Party! Of course I didnt cook. As usual, they had more than enough food! Just bring myself and ta-ta! Free dinner! Met lots of new friends and a really talkative American guy going off to Japan!!! Sayonara and luck be with you.

STA airplane ticket to spore = 1300 plus. *smash palm to head* (man, i always think that im landing in msia, when in fact, i need to head over to spore. Shucks! Switch brain signals!)

Conclusion- I need more free dinners! :)
To be able to afford the freaking pricy tickets, IF im going back.

Title: Peace

Who is to say,
That world peace is an advantage
Over sorrow, or hatred.
I find sadness an admirable quality,
To be taken in to the abyss
Of the soul.
Bitterness rather than happiness
Makes the world all the more delightable,
Where the darkness wrenches your heart,
until sweetness is produce as a result.
Of envy and jealousy,
Where the two rule side by side,
Is the result of today,
The competition, the mentality
and the definition of who’s the first.
Ask me again,
If world peace is worth achieving for,
A stale state of unendurable perfection
With a deadly silence, whose only achievement
Is an intolerable, unbearable madness.


From the inspiration of insomnia and the words of one who has never liked to read poetry or ever bothered to learn literature because it is boring.

For those very few that stumble upon my lost blog.


Enjoy the sandless beach and hear hear......

The world's stupidest question I've ever heard.

I attended a taiwanese catch-up on the beginning of school year meeting. While eating dinner, a vietnamese sat next to me friend.

Me: Hi, im "D"
Him: Hi, im Mike. Where are you from?
Me: Malaysia.
Him: What? (cant hear) Beijing? Is Beijing in China???
Me: *mouth wide open* Eh, yea. *My fren laughing*
Him: What? I dont know much about asia. So anyway, is thai people from thailand or taiwanese?
Me: *laughing and looking really incredulous* of course thailand!
Him: How would I know? I mean, thai can be from taiwan as well. They sound the same! So what do they call people from taiwan?
Fren: *laughing so hard* Taiwanese!

A vietnamese who doesnt know Asia. My first encounter in a year - He must be a real dork. Either that or he is just playing dumb.

Just like explaining geek to a Frenchie.

Frenchie: So what is a geek?
Fren and I: a geek is a nerd.
Frenchie: eh, what? what is a nerd?
Fren and I: a dork.
Frenchie: what? dog?
Fren and I: no...dork...a very nerdy person.
Frenchie: ???
Fren and I: someone who looks really geeky.
Frenchie: so what is a geek?
Fren and I: a nerd, dork.
Frenchie: *lost*

Hehehehee. My fren and I were laughing so hard while explaining to him and looking at his confused expression, and his beautiful hint of the French accent.

Frenchie: Man, I can't get any american girls.
Fren and I: It's the accent.
Frenchie: What's wrong with my accent?
Fren and I: You sound more American, so its no longer that romantic.
Frenchie: !!!! 0_o

The sky is falling...


I am a disgrace. My father recently sent me a farewell letter for me to edit. And while it sounds strange to me, having for a mother an english teacher who could every well performed the same task, I am still nevertheless assigned to practice my editing skills on a man who is a brillant chemist.

How unfortunately then for me when I realize that daddy can write. Pretty well, if I might add. In all my years of reading, I noticed that brillant people can write very well, content-wise. For a man who spent his lifetime counting numbers and blewing up the lab, his writing skills have not certainly not declined.

Why I am of mediocre talent, I have no idea. It is time for me to retire. May my father live another 40 more years so that he can spent the next 20 replacing me as presumbly my future job as a writer and the next 20 enjoying his retirement.

After withdrawing from university, I will, in any case, follow my mother's footsteps in finding a brillant husband, who is, not forgetting, richer than me.

Chicken Little is right. The sky is falling.

I have the powers to feel futuristic vibes (anticipation plus imagination). When I feel lucky, i'm lucky. When I feel a foreboding death... Stop! Don't think about it, no! But I think about it, imagine it, visualize it, and it comes TRUE...

I officially hate Wednesdays. There is nothing more fun than waking up at 730a.m. and hitting the snooze button indefinitely until my biological clock blares a red alert, and rush me into superwoman mode, where it takes only 10 mins to get out of the house and run to the bus-stop. Yes. 10 mins. Forgo the face-washing, lotion-creaming, daily fiber-drinking. There is simply no time! And while im at it (complaining), I might as well add that after my 830a.m. class, I have an unwanted long 4 hours break before my next class. Following that, a back to back 3 hours work, class again, and 3 MORE hours of work before my day is officially done at 12 a.m.

Fun!

Of course, it hasnt happen yet. But it will soon. Just like the previous semester, and the semester before that, and the semester before that. Isn't it lucky that I always somehow manage to enroll in the stu-pid 830a.m. class, when I know that I wont sleep till at least 2p.m.

It's 2a.m and I'm not asleep. Like I didnt expect that.

I got a tattoo! I got a tattoo!

Nice. I like it. But one of the leaves is smudge. All because I wanted to erase the previous rose and place it in a new location. Now its right at the back of my leg, at the ankle area. Cool. Its going to last anywhere from a day to a week. I'll see about that.

Came back from California. Work for two freaking tiring days in a desperate attempt to earn back $1200. Had a meeting sat morning, which i totally forgot until friday night, when I checked my email. Woke up with a backache, and fortunately, my friend called to say we have a ride, or I would spent my zombie hours walking to school.

Classes are starting soon and I can't wait. Yea right. At least my pay increase my $0.50. This, Im excited.

I cut my hair. First time by a professional, and she was really a professional. Some people finish their hair cut in 15 mins, mine took 1hr 30 mins. See! 50 bucks for that. And all I got was bangs and layered hair. Japanese style! Moshi Moshi *smiles real cute*. *Gag*. But I still like my haircut. Only problem: It's hair to look evil when you are cute.

Hehehehehe. Muahahahaha. Boo!

I'm supposed to be sleeping now, as the sun is getting brighter! I know, Im such a night owl. Either that or I just love procastinating to keep me happy.

Anyway, I was searching through some plastic bags to take a few as a reward to california, where they can have the highest honor of storing my dirty clothes, shoes, etc. Hehehe.

And suddenly, eeek! I found this...

Shit, I thought, who ripped the plastic bag apart! Man, its seriously in bad shape. I thought the other plastic bags scratched it and tore it, but...scratch that, its falling apart. Scary. Then, a rat popped up in my head. Gag. Ill.

Nah. I havent seen any rats around.

Suddenly, I realized its a JUSCO bag, biodegradable. Hehehe. But degraded until like that!!!!??? Wah! What a horrible sight. *Shiver*

I came last august, so now it's ... oh, august! Man, time really flies. So it takes one year for a JUSCO bag to degrade to that state. Ill. I wonder if i more JUSCO bags hidden inside my brown paper bag, where I store the nice plastic bags in my room.

I think I will go to the kitchen to get the walmart ones instead.

Darn. Its 7:05 a.m. Two hours more to sleep before I have to leave for my flight.

*Yawn* Stupid JUSCO bag, waste my time.

Ta-ta! I'm off to CALIFORNIA.

Bisou bisou,
:)

and alexander the great is the greatest because he had a perfect example of a leader, which was his father, King Phillip II of Macedonia...

oh wait, exams over! What the hell am I doing???

Slap! Pinch green cheeks and direct brain waves to holiday mode.

California, baby. The best time to swelter under a record wave of deadly heat, and yet enjoy LA, san diego, san francisco, and roast myself to a darker chocolate brown in Lake Taho, or the some other beach, and go clubbing? ;0

Things to do before leaving.
1. Vacuum and mop the freaking floor.
2. Crash some friend's house and do free laundry.
3. Pay bills.
4. Buy a swimsuit or forgo the tan
5. Meet up with friends and go wheee....


Fun! Fun! Fun!

Im officially excited on wednesday, when I pack my stuff and realized that opps, I dont have a small luggage! Hmm. I will figure that out later :)


Bisou bisou,
:)

I like to think my life is at a dangerous crossroad. Too bad nothing ever happens. The most exciting and mindblowing life changing event this week is to conquer procastination and the fascination for visiting my inbox every few minutes. My beauty sleep and my GPA are at sake.

I need an A. I need a life.

Bisou bisou,

:)

I know. Don't you just love getting paid to sleep on that couch? Ouch. My job beats yours. Hands down.

Bisou bisou,
:)

I'm on cloud nine. My internet connection is fixed. But that's NOT the main reason. It is the result of fixing the internet connection which sends me to the clouds. But this, I keep hush.

Two and a half hours. Two visits. One 'lunch break'. That's all it takes to fix the internet connection. Unbelievable.

Life is funny sometimes. Today, my imaginary world just reinvented herself, sailing on the sparkling ray of sea.

Towards the sunrise, of course.

Bisou bisou,
:)

No doubt about it. This is my first post. It's all about me. Me. And maybe, if i'm happy, my family, friends, some non-living things, like buildings (they can't talk, they need people to speak on their behalf), food and the weather?

*arches an eyebrow*

My point is, "Hi. Welcome to my self-deluded world. Everything you see/hear/read henceforth will be use as my tool of propaganda. Smile and say cheeesssee!"


Bisou bisou,
:)