Penniless and a new sport

Today is possibily the highest FLY AWAY money day.

I ate out TWICE. Lunch at Misal, aka high class indian buffet and later at Fung's Kitchen, aka chinese food.

That may not seem much, but to someone who is trying to keep expenses to a absolute bare mininum, eating out twice is a whole lot of money spent when I could just eat cereal at home, especially since im not picky about food,that if I could eat, I rather eat cheap.

I am currently running out of cash...bankruptcy is nearing unless I do something about it. That's why im cutting alot of my eating out expenses, which considering the fact that I dont eat out much, I cant save money either.

Blame it all on the upcoming spring break trip to ... Texas (maybe) and Puerto Rico (heck yea baby!) Puerto Rico is going to cost 3500 and that's wayyyyy too much. If I pay for that right now, I am officially deep in shit. My only way out is to turn to Hello Daddy, your daughter needs more money.

Shucks.

Plus, summer coming and the post of voluntary/unpaid internship is not helping my financially status. For the first time, I really am in deeeeepppp shittttt.....

Donations anyone? Care to fund for a future begger?

On a more interesting note...I went fencing today.

Yes! Free fencing lesson sponsored by....the fencing club! Duh.

My friend is a menber/student of the club and he sent out mass emails to all his friends. Only my couz and me went. Hehehehe. I dont even know how I made it out there alive, considering I hate fighting/competitions. No, wait. I dont hate...I am terrified, and that's much worse.

I remembered once...my friend was questioning me why I always skip Judo practices...I came up with a bunch of excuses, which was all true, but he wasnt satisfied, until I finally said, "It's fear." He stopped asking, and we walked together silently to the Judo practise area.

Dont even ask why I join in the first place, or why I couldnt quit.

And the fear was alive when I entered the fencing club. It stayed until I competed. As usual, I lost twice in both of my matches. I hate competitions, I hate winning and I hate losing. I always wondered why I couldnt just practise...but not compete. I just want to learn and have fun. Competions are not fun.

Nevertheless, I came out of fencing alive and feeling horrible that I lost two matches. It only seemed to reinforce the feeling that I am useless and hopeless. But I was glad I went, because I learned something, the not-so-fun-way, but with lots-of-fun-poised pictures. Hahaha.

Sexy Asians and....

I saw Mr J. Ong today, and he just blew me away with one glance. I had just come out from the shower, my hair wet and untidied, wearing a short paddington bear shirt and a grey guy's shorts. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and he entered. We greeted each other while I quickly attempted a get-away. Normally, I wouldnt even care what I looked like at home even when there are guys around. Example: I have a guy housemate, whom I treat more like a big brother.

"Eh, I hungry leh. Can cook me something ar?" I asked my housemate.

"Oklah. What you want to eat?" He answered.

Fine. So I treat my housemate like a big brother bordering a slave, but at least, I dont care how I look in front of him.

With Mr J. Ong, it has been ages since I last saw him, not to forget that everytime I see him, my heart melts, just because he is that cool character-wise. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that we are pretty similar in some ways. He looks like Ru-fi-o from the cartoon Peter Pan. He has great dance moves too, if he could only get pass his shyness in front of people.

So, looking at Mr. J Ong, I suddenly remembered why Asians are so sexy. Not many Asians here can perform the same feat. Of course, it is different if I am on home ground, but im not. Choices are limited and there are only two who makes me weak in the knees.

The first is Mr. J Ong. The second is the mysterious Mr. D Ling. I think names starting with D are incredibly sexy, especially if they have the brooding mysterious look.

It is very sad that I can only find TWO sexy asian guys, who unfortunately, I dont see them often or even get to know them well.

Asians have a feel of belongness, comfort and home. It is soothing to the soul. Yet, Whites are incredibily handsome, just because of their face features - Big colored eyes, high bridge nose, well defined jaw, long curved eyelashes, and multi-shades of hair color that looks extremely pretty when layered.

If I had one choice, which RACE would I choose?

Someone with both bloodlines. A white father, asian mother. Perfecto. *Bring fingers to lips and kiss it.* Muahs!

But seriously, I dont care, so long as the person is only the same frequency with me.

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Continuing from Ex-Mexico Mr President Fox, guess who is the next famous speaker to come to OU.

Trust me, everyone (in my age group) knows him.

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Al Gore!!!!!! Former Vice-President, and with an Oscar-nomination for a film based on his book, The Inconvient Truth! Fun facts, the only running candiates to have 500 more votes in the federal elections, but still lost to G. Bush due to state restrictions.

Al Gore came to OU to present his work about Global Warming. The 'stadium' was huge, and half was filled, with the rest of the people streaming in a little further to the ends of a occupied half circle.

The presentation was amazing! And, yes, I have pictures...not with him, but of him. All the same, I count myself fortunate that he visited OU and I got to see him LIVE!

Happy 100th Post.

I have finally found peace in senseless writing.

Notice that I did not mention joy.

Writing is not joyful. It is a chore that, when used properly, brings peace.

Or perhaps it is because I have sold my privacy rights to a piece of paper called The Degree, and when coupled with the memories of late night slogging, the joy of writing slowly disintegrates.

But blogging remains unaffected. It is a world on its own. It is separate, distinct and solely mine. I am the writer, the critique, the copy editor, the designer, the photographer, etc. No rules apply to my writing.

Just because of what you are, I managed to keep a small piece of joy, my precious, to be safely secured within me, until my blogging world ends.

Happy Posting... my 67/100.

Welcoming Mr. Fox

Guess which VIP came to OU today?
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Vicente Fox!
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The Former Mexican President!

Isnt it amazing that OU's president Boren personally asked Mr. Fox to come and speak about "issues" that I have no clue about.

(I am just attending for the pictures for photojournalism class and besides, I didnt have enough time to stay and listen to his "speech" because I was rushing for my next class that starts in half an hours time.)

Being the J student that I am, I signed up with the media table and received a media tag that allowed me access to take pictures!

I stayed for half an hour, took lots of pics, and left quickly for my class.



Below is an article taken from my college's website, written by Breance Thomas for The Oklahoma Daily (college newspaper).

Vicente Fox, former Mexican president, will be the keynote speaker at an academic convocation at 4 p.m. today in Catlett Music Center.

Fox will speak along with OU President David L. Boren at a President’s Associates reception and dinner later in the evening.

Daniel Reches, University College freshman, said he plans to attend Fox’s speech because he admires Fox for being the first member of an opposition party to be elected in more than 70 years.

Fox, a member of Mexico’s conservative National Action Party, was elected in 2000.“He’s really such a revolutionary figure, and he just seems like a very charismatic person,” Reches said.

“He was one of the first Mexican presidents to look first to the Mexican people, then to foreign influence in making decisions,” Reches said.

During his presidency, Fox lobbied the U.S. government to legalize the millions of undocumented migrants living in the U.S., including those who are Mexican.

Franz Zenteno, economics and international and area studies senior, said U.S.-Mexican relations should be discussed, as well as the economic and social state of Mexico.

Fox helped achieve the lowest unemployment rate in Latin America and controlled inflation and interest rates during his tenure, according to a press release.

“He should talk about … the goals, the tasks he hopes will develop there,” said Zenteno, who said he will bring the Peruvian flag to the speech to represent his heritage.

Fernando Sarmiento, architecture senior, said he hopes Fox addresses immigration issues. During Fox’s presidency, Mexico pushed negotiations to address the problems of illegal immigration to the United States.

In a measure known by the Fox administration as “The Whole Enchilada,” Fox’s administration said the U.S. should address the rights of undocumented immigrants, mutual border problems and the development of regions in Mexico from which most migrants leave.

“Clearly, the relationship between the United States and Mexico is critically important to our country,” Boren said in a press release. “I can think of no one who can provide greater insight into future development of Mexico and the Americas than Vicente Fox. It is a great privilege for the university to host such a distinguished visitor.”

Fox studied business administration and management at Ibero-American University in Mexico City, according to the release. He began working at Coca-Cola as a route supervisor, and over the next 15 years, Fox became company president for Mexico and Latin America.Fox was elected to the Mexican Congress in 1988 and was elected governor of the Mexican state of Guanajuato in 1995.

Fox and his wife, Marta Sahagun de Fox, have been invited to participate in a series of conferences in the U.S., in cities such as Los Angeles and Phoenix, according to the release.

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, to see the former president of Mexico,” Sarmiento said.

Heads up! Get ready for more exciting news happening straight at OU!

Yes, there is more... Coming soon!

Chores

I cleared my table.

I sort out my papers.

I vacuumed the floor.

I mopped the floor.

I scrubbed the bathroom.

I organized the dish dryer.

I watch a movie, aka The Myth.

I didnt do my homework.

What's new?

The Holiday

The Holiday - A romantic, cheesy, corny, hot, sad, happy movie. The Union was showing it. I caught the movie at 10pm, only after eating attending The Chocolate Factory and Late Night Snacks. Oh I assure you, you dont want to miss the Chocolate factory, when your mouth get to feast on everything brown.

Back to THE HOLIDAY. The movie was fantestic. It pulled me in right at the beginning and I lived through it all till the end. There is the sexy, mysterious Jude Law, the hyper Cameron Diaz, the down-to-earth Titanic Kate, and comedian Jack.

PLS: Jude Law and Ewan McGregor are the sexist men on Earth.

The soundtrack is great too.

So, let go
Jump in
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown
So, let go
Just get in
Oh, it's so amazing here
It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown


Pls 2: I dont know how to put up a shout box. Any advise?

Ray of Light

(Wed, 2/21, 4:45p.m.)

I was standing in the Gaylord Computer Lab, greeting my friend.

As I stepped to my left, a ray of light hit me in the face.

I was blinded. I tried to look away, but strangely, I didnt know how.

It was profound.

I faced the carpeted floor, shedding my eyes from the onslaught of the sun rays. Finally, I took a step back.

In the midst of my confusion, it dawned upon me - Summer was coming.

Spot check

The Ang Mo Head SA aka, my superior, dropped by my lab and hung a sign on the door. He took a few steps forward and peeped into a computer lab connected next to mine, which is also under my care. He walked slowly towards me, looking at the all the computers and chairs.

I minimised blogspot.

"Hey," He said.

"Hey," I replied. "What are you doing?"

"Spot check." He bend down and reached under my desk. He grabbed a folder and glanced through it.

I sat in my chair, like a smiling robot.

After he returned the folder to its original position, he continued checking the computer chairs to make sure they were pushed in.

Finally he left the room with a "See you later."

I maximised blogspot and suddenly, he returned. Before I could do anything, he was staring at my computer screen.

Luckily, there was only one scentence written and since he came back so fast, I havent had the chance to write about him.

"Opened up K drive." He said.

I pressed the window explorer icon instead. I realized my mistake and clicked on the desktop icon.

A minute later, he left for good, with a paper in his hand.

I got up and examined the lab. Two chairs were pushed out. One on the far end - obviously, I was too lazy to push it in. Another chair was pushed out in the middle of the lab. I stared stupidly at it and came to the conclusion that it was OK... A bag was on the table and the screen was logged on, but the owner was gone...but, she will also be back...

Hmm...I dont think I will get a demerit point for not pushing in chairs, will I?


Interesting Facts:
~ The more I sleep, the sleepier I get.
~ I spread tuna on the bread slowly this morning, ran to the bus stop, caught the latest 825am bus and reached class just to find the door locked. Conclusion: I'm late.
~ I am sleeping on the job.

Habor Layout

As you can see, I finally have some time to myself, and what do I waste it on?

Blogspot.

Makes me think if I ever bother to put some effort in studying.

At this rate, with my zero interest and effort in studying, I will live a half life of unfufilled dreams.



Interesting Happenings:

~Sprayed anti-bacteria into my shoes, on the couch, my blanket and the bottom of my bedsheet.
~Gave up on a J.fight during class.
~Thinks setting up a family blog will be disasterous. The whole family, including relatives will eventually read it! Caaannoooot...
~Daily life is lacking excitment. How interesting. Wow.
~Maybe I should set up a random blog...for all my random thoughts.
~It's 1:33 a.m. I am still procastinating. To combat that, I designed a caption a week ago and used it as my computer's background. I have uploaded the caption here. It's currently hiding at the BOTTOM of this blog.

Obviously, its not working.

Elbows

I scrape my elbows today. Purposely.

I was doing some exercise called the crocodile .... ??

I had to lie flat on the ground and do a butterfly with my hands and pull my upper body up without using the legs. In high school, I never scraped my skin, no matter how many sets I had to do the exercise.

Today, my skin was scraped after only ONE set of crocodile...??

That means I either have soft skin (courtesy of body lotion everyday) or my gig is too hard.

I think the latter. Stupid gig, and stupid locker. It takes me forever 10-15 mins looking like a dork to open up the locker. Luckily the locker room is always empty in the mornings.

I really should start washing the gig WITH softener, but im too lazy to bring it back home ;)

My life must be getting sooo boring if I have to blog about my scraped elbows.

*One the other hand, I have been thinking (for a few seconds) of opening up another blog just for family use.*

"Do what?"

Chinese New Year

HAPpY ChINeSe NeW YEaR!!!!

Happines, Happiness, Happines all around, all year, and all second long!!!

Ok. That's it! *^

Back to more IMPORTANT STUFF.

1) Trinity Church CNY celebration - food is so-so. Started off late and I only got through the third show before I had to LEAVE for African Night. Yes, I am that unloyal to my own fantestic culture.

2) African Night is the BOMB! African dances are so filled with energy, you could feel yourself dancing along with them. Plus, the audiences are so engaging, shouting out "oh yea!" or "african dialect..." or even singing along/clapping hands....its soooo good!!!!

3) It helps to know people. Just to get in for free. One event can cost me about 5-12 dollars. Panam parties are forever 5 dollars. But the best part is ...ALL cultural organization presidents get in for free...and since my president and vp is always 99.9% absent for the event, that leaves ME to represent them. Thus, free entrence wherever I go. Life is gooooddd....OHH YEA!!!

4) Go eat and get fat, its CNY!

5) Im not calling home, and dont even bother asking why. Seriously, there is nothing to talk about to my family/relatives....esp relatives. If I think people dont care about me/treat me bad/look down on me/whatever....well, I am of course not going to freaking call back. I will treat them all nice and all when I see them, but that the extend of where my relationships with them stops! I am definitely not going to call back to say "how are you?"

On the other hand, it doesnt help that im so shy and I dont speak my dialect. What am I going to say? I always have to practise beforehand with my brother/or overhear cousins before I can start wishing Happy NY. So...the point is....Im not calling back. They wont even remember me, so heck! And everyone probably knows....i never call back.

I am a very bad daughter... and I cant help it, because I need to break free and I have been constraint to my family one way or another all my life.

Where did my Fridays go?

Im just so glad that friday's have come and gone. My paper was due today, and normally, when I would get it done the night before, I was just so sleepy on Thursday that I left my paper for Friday to deal with. Not good. But it still turned out fine, with lotsa minor tweaking.

Panam Party no longer seemed exciting. It's as if the hip factor has been taken out of it. Of course, to others, its great, but its turning boring for me. I need some new excitment. I was thinking of ice-skating and how fun that sounds compared to Panam Party. I must be getting sick.

Another reason could be because there is nothing to look forward to at the Party.

Yet, all in all, im pretty satisfied with today. Shopping sure does wonders.

The advertisment was on facebook. Aisle 7 has 50% discount for all clothings...and its a boutique shop, my favourite. I hate it when you buy something and the rest of the world has it too. It annoys me. So anyway, I got a black and white strip top and a beautiful fairy skirt. Fantestic.

African Queen was tonight too! Got loads of pics...but what on earth shall I do with them?

Heck...

And I must say, another gift is sure surprising but warmly welcome. It's a virtual gift, but hey, as of today, I have four. Beat that!

Valentine's Special!

I am so happy today...

COZ CLASS IS CANCELLED!

So I came home tuesday night, thinking that I really ought to do some homework...aka...study for test and write papers...but instead, since the next day is V day...plus the added bonus of class cancellation, I fell asleep early (without bathing!) and slpt till 930am this morning, where I pulled myself out of bed only to take an early bath and to eat breakfast! Yea!

Went to school thinking I would actually do something productive given my highly fast paced stressed life...but nooooo....i just filled up some scholarship information form...yea, that's so productive...for like $5oo...and I had to scarifice my tml's A for that...

ok...so i get C's....but A's sounds nicer...

And due to my fantestic sleep...i woke up today feeling refreshed and free...as if all my problems shrank into something really tiny and insignificant...i really need more good night sleep if that's the case...plus, sleep helps keeps the fats off...and is another great excuse for not visiting the gym.

Finally, with no dates and no plans...i came home 'early', more like after work, and found a red rose, with a card stuck on it, and a bag of chocolates! I am sooo happy...just because I have something ... it doesnt matter that it came from my housemate... hey, its the thought that matters... and its a great surprise!

so it finally ended with a little love...

Nice...

*back to really, I swear, studying*

loVe,
Me.

My Perfect Life

I am feeling so depressed.

Interviews, papers, datelines, test, etc.

Esp V day.

I dont even want to think about it.

Go ahead, rub salt into my wound.

Let's see...I seriously dont care that im single.

But I HATE that my week is so filled ... and i have to squeeze in some thoughts for V day, which is highly incomprehensible to me since I will be working most of time... might be the advertisment bombarding me and jamming thoughts of candies, chocolates and loovvee...

Come to think of it, I hate V day THIS YEAR because I have to conduct interviews and scribble off mind-boggling sentences to assemble an essay from nothingness that I cannot even relax on that freaking day.

I JUST WANT A HOLIDAY...any day without being consumed by throughts of work/studies/test/interviews/papers/money/etc.

I want to sleep without setting the alarm clock. I want to stay in bed whole day and lie there dreaming about a perfect life, where I can just sleep and sleep and wake up feeling satisfied and intoxicated from excess sleep, and fall back to sleep again.

Hahahahaha. Yes, I think I just figure out what I really want for my perfect life...at the age of the big-2-oh, no less.

Stress

I have been acting crazy these past few days. I eat at night and laugh and chatter to my roommate although at the back of my mind was the nagging feeling that I should stop immediately and do my homework.

The stress is getting down on me. The semester has just started and I am feeling the pressure to finish up assignments and conduct more interviews. I think I can never make it far in my career, not at this rate. All I ever wanted was a simple life, preferably in the cottage with a small garden and no jobs, except for going to events and having fun.

I cant multi-task and I procastinate too much. Yesterday, I spent my entire night writing a story that could be finished earlier...if I only could sit down and write. I dont know what it is about me, but DAMN IT, Im going to graduate, DAMN IT, I SWEAR with a FREAKING 3.6. Shit you! I knew it was the stress and the astrology book that has been playing with my mind.

I need my concentration BACK! NOW!

Let the wind blow away my depression and bring me back to reality. Shit! Damn it. I hate reality, I knew storybooks were there for a reason.

Horrible ending to what-was-a-great-day.

Im upset and angry, and im feeling depressed.

Firstly, Mr. Got-the-hots was all friendly when I bumped into him during my weekly duties. Later, he turned cold and walked past me. After that, he talked to my friend but left quickly before I could catch him. He blows hot and cold. Guess what? Im pretty mad.

Next, my cousin comes to work and accused me of leaving the building keys in one of the rooms. Oh! Horrors! I replied that Henry went up there later too, so it is probably his fault, but I gave her an uncertain look because I wanted to confirm that it was either him or I! She then started complaining and complaining and complaining about how she always find trouble when she starts working. Fine. Next, she said that someone didnt check the grad lab. Fine. It was Henry's and me's fault. But i was doing my weekly checklist during that time and I was busy that it slipped off my mind.

Well, she started complaining again and later she added that sometimes she forgot too, but she kept speaking to me in that accusing tone that I just wanted to scream! Hello! No one is perfect, and I dont complain whenever she does something wrong do I? No. Freaking No. Because I accept her the way she is.

Her fill-in partner came in 22 mins late when the grace period was 5 mins. She complained again. 22 mins is a long time and she has the right to say something about it. But, she complained and complained and complained. Her fill-in partner called her a "Hissy fit". I believed that was a great word to describe her actions.

In between her complains and Our Great Many Mistakes, Fill-in partner and I were bantering around with a little flirting. She called us "childish" coz it isnt her way of communicating.

Well, then learn! Or cut off the complaining and accusing. I learned long ago not to complain unless I was really stressed out or nervous. It gets me talking about all the bad stuff that is going on in my life. But normally, I dont do that.

So my cousin had a little rough time when she went to work. Fine. I accept that. Unlucky her.

Good things about her: sensitive, caring, generous, helpful, independent. (All that im not)
Bad things: Stubborn. (Totally opp mine)

Comments: I dont like to diss my cousin but she is what she is and overall, except for her dictatorship and stubborness to accept different kinds of people, she is a great person and has helped me in a lot of situations without fail, sometimes even when I didnt ask for it.

Early Valentines Day!

Today was the day my professor brought some chocolate, candies and two bears to class.

You know when a teacher is really Fantastic when he showers his care upon his students.

Anyway, to repay his generiosity, I decided to pay him back by taking pictures of his goodwill effort in making the class happy.
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Just Joking! You think im really that crazy? It's my professor! He blackened his car tires and ran the unemotional bear over. After that, he washed the evidence away and left the bear for the whole class to torture.

Nevertheless, its true. My professor did ran the bear over and washed his car and brought the bear to school.....but we the students were very caring...we put it on the paper that my teacher ran over with the bear on top of it and decorated it with candies and heart shaped cuttings. We also took lots of pictures of it...and awww...how cute! As you can see, our class is rather evil.

But there is also another prettier side to us. When there is yin, there is yang.

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'Kiss me, Im Irish.'

Isnt that the cutest thing you ever saw. And of course, we get to eat the chocolates after the pictures are done. Cheap chocolates, but some of them are good, especially when you havent had your breakfast.

Excuse me. What did you say about my weight again? *Stomps my feet and walked away*

Single's Day

What do you suppose I should think about when Mr. Got-the-hots dropped by for a quick hello?

*Saya mau lupa lah…*

But I cant...

Not when he flashed a smile...

"So do you know about Single's Day?"

I gave him a quizzical look and fell silent.

"Wait a minute, Im not single." I replied.

"You're not?" He asked in surprise.

"Yes, Miss R is my girlfriend." I said.

"No, she's not. She just a cover-up." He protested.

Beside me, my cousin let out a snort. I suspected she was in a state of shock when I let out my 'secret' status as a couple.

"What's so funny?" He said. "Ok, I gotta go now. Wish me luck on my exams."

"You still got one more hour. Study and you will get your luck." I said as he waved goodbye and existed out the door.


Let's see...The point of the conversation is???

Sometimes, when I thought I have already renoune my conflicted inner issue or forgot about it, it comes running back to me again. I think I will just wait till next week to figure it out.

On a lighter note, I ran three rounds in the gym today and caught a flu. That is how low my immune system is from spending time doing trivial stuff and procastinating till the last moment to study, resulting in a daily anxiousness/worriedness that could be easily remedied and a 4 hours of sleep when I could be having 6.

This (Blogging, duh) is just one fine example of my trivial stuff.

Oh, the horrors of my beauty sleep, subjected to a daily harsh routine of thankless nightmares and eyebags.

Small Mediums at Large

I have been reading a book..."Small Mediums at Large", a true story by Terry Iacuzzo.

It left my head spinning and shook up my reality because im really easily influenced, especially when my imaginative mind starts churning out images of psychotic events happening in her life.

I love reading. It takes me out of reality and puts me in a fantesy world, where everything cease to exist but the alternated me. It happens all the time and for the long period (until I devoured my next book), I am transported to the my make-shift world.

Im afraid I am being sucked in too deep. I am spinning, spinning, spinning... and im caught in the web of confusion, of being squeeze into a sponge, so full and heavy and lethal. It takes away my ability to function normally in an ordinary situation. E.g. Doing homework.

I am not joking. That's the only reason why I always shut the door when Im reading while I was still High School. My parents would freak out if they see me reading books when I should be doing more important stuff like studying. And the readings never stop, they continue on through the night, into the next day, or until it satisfy my curiosity, before I picked up another book. It is an endless cycle, and always insatiable. It slowly stopped after I moved out of my parents house and into a realistic world called college, careers-you-have-to-think-about, and libraries of enclycopedia.

Nevertheless, I would definitely recommand the book if you enjoy reading True Stories. If fantesy makes you salivate, if reading minds, seeing the future, encountering ghosts, angels, and living a life in a family of high magicians in their past lifes interest you.

I think I should stay away from True Stories for a while. They demand so much attention from you, and presents you with a different view of the world, thats shakes up your comfort zone. It's like telling you, "Harry Potter is real". He's not but Terry and her world IS.

That is the dangerous part.

Be sane and or you will lose part of yourself. Imagine but keep one foot stationed in reality.

Bisous.

pls: I have been looking up FREE astrology reports on the internet for fun...the harmless things that used to occupy my hours when I was younger and bored and without a blog. The reports turned out to be fairly accurate, especially if you have your birth time. It wouldnt hurt to try some for fun.

www.astrology.com

Try the below link.
http://my7s.astrology.com/scripts/runisa.dll?AO.5701830:FREEPERSONAL:522212228.585

Panam Twin Party.

I have to admit....Panam's party is the BEST!!!

In fact, its sooo good, people have to wait in line for more than half an hour just to enter.

Friday Night. Panam Twin Party.

My friends and I went as triplets just coz we could. We were wearing a tube top and a bareback cheong sam top. With jeans.

I was wearing slippers...while the two were wearing shoes.

Since the two friends of mine were watching Borat for free in the Union, we ended up reaching the party at 12 plus...and we didnt get in until ONE a.m....My toes were freezing...and numbed. I tried rubbing them with my feet but they remained cold. Plus, I was wearing a weave sweater so when the wind blows, my entire body shivered. I swear I must be the dumbest person in my group but hey, I wasnt ready to risk my other jackets to the mercy of the cigeratte smoke smell.

At first, the four pretty girls (one from japan) thought we could go in asap, since my friend, Ms R, had lots of connections. However, it turns out we have to push ourselves in. We ignored the long line gathering outside and strode towards the door. Unfortunately, there was only one line. The fast lane had closed. It turns out that the club had reached its maximum capacity. Thus, unless some people were going home, all of the latecomers were destined to wait outside...with or without our coat, and with or without shoes.

Thus, we got in after half an hour with only one hour left to spare for dancing. The dance floor was so crowded, you could barely pushed yourself forward. There were two stage. We danced on top of one, only because it is a known fact that you get more space up there and thus, more privacy. Of course, we werent facing the dance floor, we were hidden by another 4 lines of people dancing and were facing the drinking section, which had piles of bottles piled up. A photographer walked past, taking pictures of anyone. He turned his camera towards me, and there was a flash of light. Another time, he motioned for my partner and me. I smiled and the flash went off again.

At two, the DJ stopped played and everyone started filing out. Lucky for me, I didnt pay to get in (rep of MSA president...all president goes in for free) if not I would be really upset that I was in for only an hour.

Anyway, while heading towards the exit, I spotted a friend of mine. He must be a little high because he gave me a peck on the cheek. Not that I mind, but I think he did that on purpose. You know, alcohol helps you give in to your inhibitions. I wanted to see if he did the same to Ms R, but she was too distracted talking about something.

I also spotted PeterZ, a OK director/producer/actor/composer/everything else in the film industry wearing a silver coat and looking wild. He waved at my direction but I dont think he saw me. Yes, I do know him and I got his picture...damn, but he's so cute...and so young for his achievements he has made...

Later, I spotted another friend (working partner) of mine. He had a beer bottle in his hand. So we just took a picture. "Dont put it on facebook," he warned.

At last, I reached home at two plus, exhausted and a little happy to have attended Panam.

Am I or not Mom's Girl

Sometimes, I think that it's impossible. Hahaha. Hmm...I wonder why am I laughing. Its a sadistic laugh, if you would care to know. (S.W., its like a tag game that never ends and i dont know what to make of it.)

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On a heavier note, I just watched Girls out Loud! Hahahaha. The last GLO video on youtube.com, of course. Thank you youtube!!!

Been thinking, (after watching Wendy and her mom) how much do I really know my mom, or how much does my mom knows me? Relatively little, I supposed. How much do you know a child who has moved out since she was 16 and is still living out on her world?

It's easy to say, "Hey, I moved out and my mom still knows me pretty well."

Whatever.

Truth is, I dont communicate...or even make an effort...I just live my life...and yes, I am a very lousy person/daughter (though I dont wanna admit it).

Why?

Simple. It's because I just never did! There are few types of personality out there. Mine can be considered, "The silent/private/everything confidential type".

Even before I was 16, communication between parents was restricted to ...
"Have you done your homework?"
"Yes."
"Any test?"
"No."
"Eaten already?"
"Yea."

Or...

"Mommy, I want..."
"No/Yes."

"I am going out tomorrow..."
"With who?"
"Friends."
"Who lah? Names."
"Friends."

After moving out...

"Have you eaten?"
"Yes."
"What did you eat?"
"Fish, meat, rice."

"What are you doing now?"
"Nothing."

"What do you do during weekends?"
"Nothing."

"Can you please tell me something?"
"Huh? Nothing."

The best part is...whatever I dont tell her...is traveled through the gossip line between my aunts and grandma....of course, I never knew what they say, but HECK! It doesnt matter to me. I am always in my room anyway or outside with some friend(s).

Of course, everything I tell my mom, is a white lie. Very simple, easy, effective and annoying. I dont tell her anything because she would want to know more, and like all parents who would want to know more and ask more, I get very quick tempered when questioned...especially questions that annoy me...like..."What did you eat?"

I tried to make an effort once...to communicate. I was 18. The first time leaving home and being surrounded by absolute strangers who speak only chinese or malay. Mother was worried, as usual. "Call me everyday," She said.

Me, being the filial daughter, obeyed. I called her unfailing every single night for approximately 2-4 weeks??? The questions again were mundane..."What did you eat?" Etc, etc, etc. Each night, I am confronted with the same question until one day...my friend said in chinese..."Eh, I know what you and your mom always talk about. Always what you eat wan."

I realized the stupidity of calling and since then, I stopped calling. It was a waste of money.

Up till now, I never called home. And I make excuses not to call home, because I didnt want to talk to them. They never called me either. I dont mind. In fact, I quite like it.

So now, five years after moving out...what does my mom or even my family knows about me?
Nothing. Nothing but a little girl, who once goes to school in the remote country called SP, who loves to read and eat xiao bai chai and cheesecakes and indulges herself in anything sweet. Who loves ice-skating and ... keeping silent.

I wonder if all the information is enough to withstand the ravages of time.

Things that can happen in two hours

I went to work today and saw Mr. Wanna-be-Manager-Two. He was walking to and fro to the labs, checking, I suppose, that we were working.

A minute later, I spot Mr Wanna-be-Manager-One hiding in one corner of the computer lab. Suddenly, he got up and WALKED HERE!!!!!

Omigosh!!! As if it isnt enough that I have one big boss, now there is two small minons lurking around and popping up to check on the small fishes aka the Student Assistents (SA).

Lucky all Tylor needed was a shift change...which works perfectly with me becoz it means I get to get out of work early on tuesday and join my fellow 'friends' in venting my anger by slamming people and getting slammed. Maybe I will choke them once in a while, just to keep my skills fresh.

On the more unfortunate side, while I am typing this, I kept glancing out the window to see who else walks by. I am so paranoid.

And then, Mr. Got-the-hots dropped by for 5 minutes to make an attempt on small talk, which was taxing on my mind, since I had to THINK AND TALK AND LAUGH while suffering from an immediate brain freeze.

Finally, Ms. Big-Ass-Manager came up to me. "Records," She said. I nodded my head and gave a weak smile while minimizing the screen.

Damn, but thats FOUR visits from my Superiors in one hour. Five if you counted Mr. Quiet who asked politely after me but was more interested in a friend walking past.

MONDAYS sucks!

Skeptical

Why are people so 'nice' now?

Its boggling me...or maybe its just Feb 14 coming up.

Hmm, one way or another, I still like it.

Winter Rojak and Facebook

It was raining water/ice/snow after I walked out of Llyold Noble Center where the basketball match between OU and Baylor was held.

Boy, are we the greatest or what? OU won by 40 points. 91-41. Hahahaha. I am so glad and relief especially when we were behind during the first quarter of the game.

Makes me wanna shoot some hoops.

Seriously, I am so easily influence by BOYS. Whatever happened to good female role models like Mummy or *gasp* Britney Spears? Looks like they all bail out on me.

I finally found a picture for my facebook profile pic. I also managed think of some super witty sentences for the About Me section.

"If you think im just gonna put up personal information about myself, think again.

You wish you knew me."

Aint it the best About Me section you've ever read? (The rest of my facebook profile is very very empty thus the above sentences.) I am so proud of myself. I have gotten so mild, plain and boring that its almost sickening coz I feel so defenseless against the snarling wolf. Yes, I am refering to myself as a pig. I just need some spice and my sarcastic wits with me.

The About me section actually made me feel so much better for a while. Its almost telling me that its not my fault and I shouldnt feel so depressed over one ***.

I only have one wish right now>>> That I wouldnt be so secretive. Then everything I write wont have double or hidden meanings or asterisks :(

pls: Think about it. Whoever knew I could be that sarcastic? Bah!

Random sentences

I am having withdrawal symptons.

What does this mean? That im hooked? *gasp*

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When you are high, you tend to say/write lots of stuff that you dont normally say/write.

Im happy.

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pls: Im being random.

Bah. I spend half an hour 'skating' on ice-covered grass just to rush back home to pick up a book and stumbled back to the bus stop to catch the bus to campus. Bah. Nearly slipped and fell every few steps. If I ever walk outside for the entire day, I will certainly die of a heart attack. Every tiny slope has to be taken into consideration...even the uneven soil that you have never given a moment's thought on is hazardous. Walk, walk, stumble, glide, walk, walk, slide, slide, slide, stumble....obviously im not a big fan of ice unless its in the skating ring...

For those freaking people who think that winter is WOW, think again. Snow is nice. Dirty snow (snow by the road curb ) is ugly. Snow is wet. This is GREAT...to a certain extend like cancelling class!

ICE is worse. Cant walk fast. Cant drive properly. Cant do anything but 'skate' and 'slide' and fall. Pls, I havent fallen yet! Muahahahahaha.

Everything here is covered with ICE! As pretty as it looks, pls melt and go away!!!

Then at least the next time I forget to bring something to school, I wont be caught in a death-like situation.

Bah!

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The fun thing about ice-storms is how classes get to be cancelled. Muahahaha.

That leaves work. Hmm... boring!!!!!

What do you do when you are given a computer for 7 hours and you have absolutely nothing to do BUT get paid?

Ans: Enjoy and dont hold grudges. ( IM SO FREAKING BORED....THAT IM BLOGGING AND CAN GO ON FOR THE NEXT SIX HOURS!!!)


BOREDOM MAKES ME GO CRAZY!!!!

First things first. I'm super glad to be 'home' despite the ice storm and plane cancellation. I touched down at the Houston airport, knowing there was a chance that my plane would be cancelled, and IT DID.

Wasnt worried.

Stand by for the next plane at 5:30pm

Cancelled.

Still wasnt worried.

Called friend who lives in Houston in case the last plane was cancelled. Good news. I can probably stay with them for a night and follow them back to OK. But, it was a 7-10 hrs drive so I rather take the plane home.

Wait for the last plane (8:45pm) ... to see if it will be on time/cancelled.

6pm.... Wow... The time, 6:25pm, flashed back on the sign to OK. Seems like the 5:30pm plane was cancelled but was later put back on route to OK! Tata! "It's a miracle," said a sit-in pilot.

Therefore, with heavy misgivings, I boarded the plane and by 8 plus, was back safe and sound in OK. Muahahahaha. With my luggages all aboard the plane too! psst...there were many luggages missing coz of the many plane cancellation throughout the day.

Never knew how LUCKY i was until I realized that a friend was stranded at some other airport for 2 days and could only get back on Monday. Another friend had to delay leaving from OK on monday(despite the better conditions) and had to rearrange all his flight plans again. Other people couldnt even come back till monday which was surprising since i came back on sunday. You would have thought that the planes to OK from all over US would have been given the clear signal to travel but NOOOOO...... whatever!

Im back! :)

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.