S.R. : "You know, D.L., for someone who never does anything, you're always pretty conveniently busy when it comes to doing anything with me."
D.L. : "Open your eyes. I told you twice. Friends. But even still, you insist on seeing me frequently. I wouldn't mind but for the fact that I FEEL I bring out the worse side in you - depression, which is another reason why I don't want to hang around you.
Besides, I don't trust your intentions, because I know you haven't gotten over me and I cannot fully be myself until we are JUST FRIENDS. If I be myself and smile, laugh and do whatever that makes me happy, you might get the wrong idea. That's why whenever I'm around you, I shut myself down and become nothing more than a hollow shell.
And seriously, I don't like hanging around depressed people or people who wallow in self-pity. I understand depression. I understand loneliness. Everyone has gone through that phrase some times. But I do not show it in front of my friends. If I do, I say a quick excuse and pretend that its all tiredness that is zapping my strength."
I just wished I had shown you my true answer.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Fun blogs to read
Malaysia - Muar rapper instant success after posting up music rappers.
For all those who havent heard of him, WHERE WERE YOU!?
Even I had heard of him a while back, but I was just too lazy (once again) to blog about it. His videos feature a few languages - Cantonese, Hokkien, Mandarin, Malay, English.
A True Malaysian.
Ok, so I fake lah, cannot speak anything but singlish, I mean, manglish. Compared to him, I am talentless. Ah, the truth is out!
At least I acknowledge my fellow Malaysian for cultivating and presenting, in all glory, his identity and the nation's. The video is a little offensive, but hey, it's all fun.
Go to Mr. Brown's blog to watch the video and read the translation below if you are a full fledge banana like *cough* me.
http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2007/04/muar_rapper_on_.html#comments
The above is his second video. Check out his first video on youtube too!
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On a side note, Mr. Muar rapper reminds me of another blogger who has the making of triggering national pride.
Go to happeepill.com by a Malay Singaporean!
That's right! Pop a happy pill for all you stressed out Singaporeans facing
1) bordom
2) depression
3) unmotivation
4) illness
5) image problems
6) phobia of ????
7) Pressure
I highly doubt that you will be cured of the above ailments but it will satisfy your curiosty and provide highly instance bouts of laughter that goes under my catergory of BERI FUN.
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Other BERI FUN sites to keep your spirits up and leave you panda eyes in the morning (seriously), check out the below in yahoo.
1) Sibeh Sian - chinese singaporean
2) Karen Cheng - Australian Chinese
Hmm, that seems to be all right now. Have fun staying up little owls. :)
For all those who havent heard of him, WHERE WERE YOU!?
Even I had heard of him a while back, but I was just too lazy (once again) to blog about it. His videos feature a few languages - Cantonese, Hokkien, Mandarin, Malay, English.
A True Malaysian.
Ok, so I fake lah, cannot speak anything but singlish, I mean, manglish. Compared to him, I am talentless. Ah, the truth is out!
At least I acknowledge my fellow Malaysian for cultivating and presenting, in all glory, his identity and the nation's. The video is a little offensive, but hey, it's all fun.
Go to Mr. Brown's blog to watch the video and read the translation below if you are a full fledge banana like *cough* me.
http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2007/04/muar_rapper_on_.html#comments
The above is his second video. Check out his first video on youtube too!
***************
On a side note, Mr. Muar rapper reminds me of another blogger who has the making of triggering national pride.
Go to happeepill.com by a Malay Singaporean!
That's right! Pop a happy pill for all you stressed out Singaporeans facing
1) bordom
2) depression
3) unmotivation
4) illness
5) image problems
6) phobia of ????
7) Pressure
I highly doubt that you will be cured of the above ailments but it will satisfy your curiosty and provide highly instance bouts of laughter that goes under my catergory of BERI FUN.
*****************
Other BERI FUN sites to keep your spirits up and leave you panda eyes in the morning (seriously), check out the below in yahoo.
1) Sibeh Sian - chinese singaporean
2) Karen Cheng - Australian Chinese
Hmm, that seems to be all right now. Have fun staying up little owls. :)
Name in Numerology
Check it out! Just for fun.
I stumbled upon this site, http://www.paulsadowski.com/NameData.asp , and you would'nt believe what it said about me. It is about numerology on names.
All you have to do is type in your name. English please. I typed in my english name and surname. Anyway, go check your name out. Sometimes, its pretty accurate. :)
Here are the results.
There are 9 letters in your name.
Those 9 letters total to 42
There are 5 vowels and 4 consonants in your name.
What your first name means:French Female The French form of the Latin Diana. Famous bearer: Diane de Poitiers, mistress of France's King Henri II.Divine. Mythological ancient Roman divinity Diana was noted for beauty and swiftness; often depicted as a huntress. Greek goddess of the moon.
Your number is: 6
The characteristics of #6 are: Responsibility, protection, nurturing, community, balance, sympathy.
The expression or destiny for #6: (Not too sure about this...)
The number 6 Expression provides you a truly outstanding sense of responsibility, love, and balance. The 6 is helpful and ever conscientious, making you quite capable of rectifying and balancing any sort of inharmonious situation. You are a person very much inclined to give help and comfort to those in need. You have a natural penchant for working with the old, the young, the sick, or the underprivileged. Although you may have considerable creative and artistic talents, the chances are that you will devote yourself to an occupation that shows concern for the betterment of the community.
The positive side of the number 6 suggests that you are very loving, friendly, and appreciative of others. You have a depth of understanding that produces much sympathetic, kindness, and generosity. The qualities of the 6 make the finest and most concerned parent and one often deeply involved in domestic activities. Openness and honesty is apparent in your approach to all relationships.
If there is an excess of the number 6 in your makeup, you may exhibit some of the negative traits associated with this number. There may be a tendency for you to be too exacting and demanding of yourself. In this regard, you may at times sacrifice yourself (or your loved ones) for the welfare of others. In some cases, the over zealous 6 has difficulty distinguishing helping from interfering. You may have difficulty expressing your own individuality, because of involvement with responsibilities and causes. Like all with the Expression of the number 6, it's quite likely that you worry much too much.
Your Soul Urge number is: 7
A Soul Urge number of 7 means: (So TRUE! Everything!)
With a number 7 Soul Urge you are very fond of reading, and retreating to periods of being alone and away from the disruptions of the outer world. You like to dream and develop you idealistic understandings, to study and analyze, to gain knowledge and wisdom. You may be too laid back and withdrawn to really succeed in the business world, and you will be much more comfortable in circumstances that are tolerant of your reserve, your analytical approach, and your desire to use your mind rather than your physical being.
You are very timid around people that you don't know very well, so much so at times that casual conversation and social situations can be strained. You tend to repress your emotions to the extend that some people have a good bit of difficult understanding you. You tend to be very selective with friends and you don't easily adapt to new environments or to new people very quickly. (Hmm, I want to change my name now! Mom, Dad! Look what horrible fortune you have bestowed upon your little girl!)
The negative traits of the 7 include becoming too much the introvert and isolated from others. (*Cough, cough* Remember the last post...summer is boring...)
Your Inner Dream number is: 8
An Inner Dream number of 8 means:
You dream of success in the business or political world, of power and control of large material endeavors. You crave authority and recognition of executive skills. Your secret self may have very strong desire to become an entrepreneur.
I stumbled upon this site, http://www.paulsadowski.com/NameData.asp , and you would'nt believe what it said about me. It is about numerology on names.
All you have to do is type in your name. English please. I typed in my english name and surname. Anyway, go check your name out. Sometimes, its pretty accurate. :)
Here are the results.
There are 9 letters in your name.
Those 9 letters total to 42
There are 5 vowels and 4 consonants in your name.
What your first name means:French Female The French form of the Latin Diana. Famous bearer: Diane de Poitiers, mistress of France's King Henri II.Divine. Mythological ancient Roman divinity Diana was noted for beauty and swiftness; often depicted as a huntress. Greek goddess of the moon.
Your number is: 6
The characteristics of #6 are: Responsibility, protection, nurturing, community, balance, sympathy.
The expression or destiny for #6: (Not too sure about this...)
The number 6 Expression provides you a truly outstanding sense of responsibility, love, and balance. The 6 is helpful and ever conscientious, making you quite capable of rectifying and balancing any sort of inharmonious situation. You are a person very much inclined to give help and comfort to those in need. You have a natural penchant for working with the old, the young, the sick, or the underprivileged. Although you may have considerable creative and artistic talents, the chances are that you will devote yourself to an occupation that shows concern for the betterment of the community.
The positive side of the number 6 suggests that you are very loving, friendly, and appreciative of others. You have a depth of understanding that produces much sympathetic, kindness, and generosity. The qualities of the 6 make the finest and most concerned parent and one often deeply involved in domestic activities. Openness and honesty is apparent in your approach to all relationships.
If there is an excess of the number 6 in your makeup, you may exhibit some of the negative traits associated with this number. There may be a tendency for you to be too exacting and demanding of yourself. In this regard, you may at times sacrifice yourself (or your loved ones) for the welfare of others. In some cases, the over zealous 6 has difficulty distinguishing helping from interfering. You may have difficulty expressing your own individuality, because of involvement with responsibilities and causes. Like all with the Expression of the number 6, it's quite likely that you worry much too much.
Your Soul Urge number is: 7
A Soul Urge number of 7 means: (So TRUE! Everything!)
With a number 7 Soul Urge you are very fond of reading, and retreating to periods of being alone and away from the disruptions of the outer world. You like to dream and develop you idealistic understandings, to study and analyze, to gain knowledge and wisdom. You may be too laid back and withdrawn to really succeed in the business world, and you will be much more comfortable in circumstances that are tolerant of your reserve, your analytical approach, and your desire to use your mind rather than your physical being.
You are very timid around people that you don't know very well, so much so at times that casual conversation and social situations can be strained. You tend to repress your emotions to the extend that some people have a good bit of difficult understanding you. You tend to be very selective with friends and you don't easily adapt to new environments or to new people very quickly. (Hmm, I want to change my name now! Mom, Dad! Look what horrible fortune you have bestowed upon your little girl!)
The negative traits of the 7 include becoming too much the introvert and isolated from others. (*Cough, cough* Remember the last post...summer is boring...)
Your Inner Dream number is: 8
An Inner Dream number of 8 means:
You dream of success in the business or political world, of power and control of large material endeavors. You crave authority and recognition of executive skills. Your secret self may have very strong desire to become an entrepreneur.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Summer :)
Summer break and my life is boring.
My typical weekday.
1) I work in the morning.
2) Come home to sleep in the afternoon.
3) Wake up after dinnertime.
4) Eat supper.
5) Shower.
6) Sleep.
And the whole cycle repeats itself.
I love it!
Now I can devote all the time to myself - I do what I like when I want to.
I went to the Norman Public Library on Monday. It is time to get back to reading mode after watching so many anime. I stare at the computer screen for so long that my eyes gets instantly tired when I look at the screen and I feel sleepy.
It has been hard getting into the habit of reading again. It has been 4 years since I left the reading world and now, my imagination is not what it used to be. I used to be able to conjure up detailed images and create my own fantasy when I read, but now, I see lines instead of images. Lines and lines of descriptive words piled and forced into my head, struggling to form pictures. It is pathetic.
The books, once my haven of retreat, has been taken over by lazy television images, reality, and the internet.
Back in the days when I was bored, I read. Now, I surf the internet.
That's why I love summer. No people around, no disturbance, no homework, tests, and other pointless stuff.
I can get back into the old routine of reading and sleeping, reading and sleeping, reading and sleeping and boy, I miss it.
My typical weekday.
1) I work in the morning.
2) Come home to sleep in the afternoon.
3) Wake up after dinnertime.
4) Eat supper.
5) Shower.
6) Sleep.
And the whole cycle repeats itself.
I love it!
Now I can devote all the time to myself - I do what I like when I want to.
I went to the Norman Public Library on Monday. It is time to get back to reading mode after watching so many anime. I stare at the computer screen for so long that my eyes gets instantly tired when I look at the screen and I feel sleepy.
It has been hard getting into the habit of reading again. It has been 4 years since I left the reading world and now, my imagination is not what it used to be. I used to be able to conjure up detailed images and create my own fantasy when I read, but now, I see lines instead of images. Lines and lines of descriptive words piled and forced into my head, struggling to form pictures. It is pathetic.
The books, once my haven of retreat, has been taken over by lazy television images, reality, and the internet.
Back in the days when I was bored, I read. Now, I surf the internet.
That's why I love summer. No people around, no disturbance, no homework, tests, and other pointless stuff.
I can get back into the old routine of reading and sleeping, reading and sleeping, reading and sleeping and boy, I miss it.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Five!
Elfen Lied, Kimi Ga Nozomu Eien, Scrapped Princess, Haibane Renmei, Whisper of the heart.
No, it's not a charm. It's the amount of anime I finished watching since coming back from Puerto Rico on May 31 midnight.
I am such a bum.
Edit: Mai Hime is six. (6/8)
No, it's not a charm. It's the amount of anime I finished watching since coming back from Puerto Rico on May 31 midnight.
I am such a bum.
Edit: Mai Hime is six. (6/8)
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Puerto Rico
I love Puerto Rico. It was everything that i had not imagine it would be.
I thought it would be something like a beach town, but it was not.
Today is thursday morning, but it was tuesday night that brings back the most memories - good and bad - all at the same time.
Maybe i was too naive, but i really had fun talking to the students, even though they might not be the 'best' crowd to hang out with because of their 'reputation' as a partier and player i suppose. but i was not asking for anything. just a chance to hang out with the students. is that so wrong? i am not that stupid as to fall for any of them, especially since i dont speak spanish. but truth is, they were pretty fun...just a couple of guys to hang out with. all athletics. good body. hahaha. and free flow of drinks...from the guys. hahaha
oh shucks. they even gave me a CD with their spanish rap to it. i am listening to it now and im reminded of that night when i went to his car to get the CD and sat in the driving seat of a spots car. of course, im not driving it. just listening to the CD.
im tired now. my thoughts are random.
till next time....
I thought it would be something like a beach town, but it was not.
Today is thursday morning, but it was tuesday night that brings back the most memories - good and bad - all at the same time.
Maybe i was too naive, but i really had fun talking to the students, even though they might not be the 'best' crowd to hang out with because of their 'reputation' as a partier and player i suppose. but i was not asking for anything. just a chance to hang out with the students. is that so wrong? i am not that stupid as to fall for any of them, especially since i dont speak spanish. but truth is, they were pretty fun...just a couple of guys to hang out with. all athletics. good body. hahaha. and free flow of drinks...from the guys. hahaha
oh shucks. they even gave me a CD with their spanish rap to it. i am listening to it now and im reminded of that night when i went to his car to get the CD and sat in the driving seat of a spots car. of course, im not driving it. just listening to the CD.
im tired now. my thoughts are random.
till next time....
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Stipulations
Life is very funny.
I ask for a favor, agreed to a deal, and now stipulations?
Boy, I wished life was simpler.
"Okay, I will get some things together for some night soon. So, I have a question. Can I add stipulations to this deal later on?"
Or maybe Im just worrying myself over nothing :)
I ask for a favor, agreed to a deal, and now stipulations?
Boy, I wished life was simpler.
"Okay, I will get some things together for some night soon. So, I have a question. Can I add stipulations to this deal later on?"
Or maybe Im just worrying myself over nothing :)
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Paid!
Happy exciting news!!!
I'm getting paid for my internship with OUdaily/Hub.ou.edu !!!
This calls for a celebration!!!
I never thought I would get paid, especially since my friend "voluntary" worked for them last summer.
So HA!
I get paid.
Life isnt that sucky after all.
***
People are done with finals, but I have three papers due on Tuesday for May intersession. Did I tell you how much I hate papers, and how I havent started till TODAY??!!! Shucks. But what a happy week I had watching Hikaru No Go instead!
Puerto Rico, oh, Puerto Rico, I can hear your breaking waves.
I'm getting paid for my internship with OUdaily/Hub.ou.edu !!!
This calls for a celebration!!!
I never thought I would get paid, especially since my friend "voluntary" worked for them last summer.
So HA!
I get paid.
Life isnt that sucky after all.
***
People are done with finals, but I have three papers due on Tuesday for May intersession. Did I tell you how much I hate papers, and how I havent started till TODAY??!!! Shucks. But what a happy week I had watching Hikaru No Go instead!
Puerto Rico, oh, Puerto Rico, I can hear your breaking waves.
California Pictures!
Finally, after many many months of hiding in the computer, I opened up my California pictures, took a good look at all of them, selected the ones I liked, and edited them on Picasa2.
Fantastic program, I tell you. Fantastic.
Absolutely easy, when compared to Photoshop.
Of course, not as good as Photoshop but if saves TIME! Seriously, photoshop requires 1 hour per photo (for photo idiots) but Picasa2 requires 5 mins per photo! Oh, the time I save. *rubs hands in glee*
Below are the long overdue California Pictures!!! Woot!!!
http://picasaweb.google.com/danamea/California
Reminds me. Florida and Chicago are ancient compared to California. I should start working on them asap.
Fantastic program, I tell you. Fantastic.
Absolutely easy, when compared to Photoshop.
Of course, not as good as Photoshop but if saves TIME! Seriously, photoshop requires 1 hour per photo (for photo idiots) but Picasa2 requires 5 mins per photo! Oh, the time I save. *rubs hands in glee*
Below are the long overdue California Pictures!!! Woot!!!
http://picasaweb.google.com/danamea/California
Reminds me. Florida and Chicago are ancient compared to California. I should start working on them asap.
***
News Flash
I'm going to Puerto Rico!
Say what?!
Hehehe. For a travel writing class! Whee! Going to spent a week and a half there!
I got a summer internship as a Designer for OUdaily, the school's newspaper! Yay! My resume is building up. A little annoyed that I didnt get to be a photographer, but heck! Designer sounds cool too! Wonder what am I going to do - page designer/graphic designer/both? I would like both please! :)
Eating chocolates on a daily basis! Yay! High five for plump girls who dare defy conventional stick figures!
I am feeling wonderful! :)
Monday, May 07, 2007
Anime mangaspot!
I found out about Hikaru No Go on anime.mangaspot.com. It is about a boy, Hikaru, who has a spirit living with him after he found a GO board. The spirit, Sai, wants to play GO and through Hikaru, wins a game against a Akira, who is the same age as Hikaru and trying to be a professional GO player.
Problem is : Hikaru doesnt know how to play GO. Sai is a thousand year old spirit who is a professional at GO trying to play the divine hand through Hikaru, and Akira is a young genius at GO.
Therefore, Akira chases after Hikaru (or rather, Sai) and Sai wants to challenge Akira's father, Koyou Toyoa, at GO to achieve his divine hand, and Hikaru starts learning GO to chase Akira...
Hikaru No Go. GTO. Naruto.
The best anime that I have completed/kept up with so far.
Somehow, animes are useful in constructing story lines, plots, characters, settings, etc.
Totally useful and not a waste of time at all! ;)
Hehehe.
*creeps back to studying*
Problem is : Hikaru doesnt know how to play GO. Sai is a thousand year old spirit who is a professional at GO trying to play the divine hand through Hikaru, and Akira is a young genius at GO.
Therefore, Akira chases after Hikaru (or rather, Sai) and Sai wants to challenge Akira's father, Koyou Toyoa, at GO to achieve his divine hand, and Hikaru starts learning GO to chase Akira...
Hikaru No Go. GTO. Naruto.
The best anime that I have completed/kept up with so far.
Somehow, animes are useful in constructing story lines, plots, characters, settings, etc.
Totally useful and not a waste of time at all! ;)
Hehehe.
*creeps back to studying*
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Friends
The little things that people do, are the ones that I throughly cherish.
I came home tired with a plate filled with stolen brownies. I placed it on the table and told my housemate to have some.
"Is that dinner?" he asked.
"No." I replied.
A few hours later, there was a knock on my door.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Why?" I replied.
"Just asking," he said.
"Not hungry." I answered. Suddenly, I perked up. "Why? Got food ar?"
"No lah," he said in a laugh. "Just that if you're hungry, I can cook maggie mee for you mah."
Chey!!!! Hahaha. But still. I like the feeling of having good friends around me :)
I came home tired with a plate filled with stolen brownies. I placed it on the table and told my housemate to have some.
"Is that dinner?" he asked.
"No." I replied.
A few hours later, there was a knock on my door.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Why?" I replied.
"Just asking," he said.
"Not hungry." I answered. Suddenly, I perked up. "Why? Got food ar?"
"No lah," he said in a laugh. "Just that if you're hungry, I can cook maggie mee for you mah."
Chey!!!! Hahaha. But still. I like the feeling of having good friends around me :)
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Company: Being Alive
Blow out the candles, and make a wish,*name* Want something, *name*Want something!
Dedicated to those who havent found their special half, are living a lie, and only half alive.
And for those who are afraid of having someone get too close, and those who cant make up their mind.
From the musical, 'Company'.
Title of song: Being Alive.
Someone to hold you too close,
Someone to hurt you too deep,
Someone to sit in your chair,
To ruin your sleep.
Someone to need you too much,
Someone to know you too well,
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell.
Someone you have to let in,
Someone whose feelings you spare,
Someone who, like it or not,
Will want you to share
A little, a lot.
Someone to crowd you with love,
Someone to force you to care,
Someone to make you come through,
Who'll always be there,
As frightened as you
Of being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive.
Somebody, hold me too close,
Somebody, hurt me too deep,
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Being alive.
Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.
Make me confused,
Mock me with praise,
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone, not alive.
Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care,
Somebody, make me come through,
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=q3LkRNidF50&mode=related&search=
Watch it.
Dedicated to those who havent found their special half, are living a lie, and only half alive.
And for those who are afraid of having someone get too close, and those who cant make up their mind.
From the musical, 'Company'.
Title of song: Being Alive.
Someone to hold you too close,
Someone to hurt you too deep,
Someone to sit in your chair,
To ruin your sleep.
Someone to need you too much,
Someone to know you too well,
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell.
Someone you have to let in,
Someone whose feelings you spare,
Someone who, like it or not,
Will want you to share
A little, a lot.
Someone to crowd you with love,
Someone to force you to care,
Someone to make you come through,
Who'll always be there,
As frightened as you
Of being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive.
Somebody, hold me too close,
Somebody, hurt me too deep,
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Being alive.
Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.
Make me confused,
Mock me with praise,
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone, not alive.
Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care,
Somebody, make me come through,
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=q3LkRNidF50&mode=related&search=
Watch it.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Writer's nightmare
You know you are starting to become a writer when ....
you dreamed of your greatest nightmare...
Deadline.
Yesterday night, I hurried to finish a story due on Monday. Fear and a little procastination has kept me up all night, editing and researching the facts in the story. Blame it all on me. I had procastinated until the night before the paper is due to start correcting my paper because I couldnt bear seeing all the red markings flying all over the paper. It was too depressing.
I dreamt that I had a paper due in one of my class. The class had a policy of not accepting any late work. I dreamt that I couldnt finish my paper. It is undone, and I couldnt hand it in and was doomed to get a B, which will affect my entire CGPA.
To summerized my writer's fear in order of the highest to the lowest.
1) Unfinished work.
2) Red marks.
3) Deadlines.
you dreamed of your greatest nightmare...
Deadline.
Yesterday night, I hurried to finish a story due on Monday. Fear and a little procastination has kept me up all night, editing and researching the facts in the story. Blame it all on me. I had procastinated until the night before the paper is due to start correcting my paper because I couldnt bear seeing all the red markings flying all over the paper. It was too depressing.
I dreamt that I had a paper due in one of my class. The class had a policy of not accepting any late work. I dreamt that I couldnt finish my paper. It is undone, and I couldnt hand it in and was doomed to get a B, which will affect my entire CGPA.
To summerized my writer's fear in order of the highest to the lowest.
1) Unfinished work.
2) Red marks.
3) Deadlines.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
VT and OU
This is so stupid aka boliao...
On tuesday, my college had a lockdown...because of a bomb scare!
Before the days of Virginia Tech (if you dont know what it is, go KNOCK your head repectedly), bomb scare had never been on such HIGH ALERT.
Previously, all that happened when a bomb scare arises is a news report the following day on the school newspaper.
But tuesday, everyone went into panic mode...
For reporters, "Grab your cameras and run to X building!" Three students in my class (2 editors and one photographer) received a call and immediately packed their bags and left when the professor was still talking.
For engineers, "Lock the door! Which is the key? Use that (points) key!" Apparently, their class doors lock from outside, not inside. They have no windows either. Safety you say? None.
But my college doors lock from inside. However, my teacher said jokingly, "If a gunman comes, we will all pull out our cameras and start shooting pictures!"
Meanwhile, dear engineering cousin said, "If a gunman comes in class, I will be the first to die coz i am sitting right in front of the door. Or maybe if he is asian, he will take pity on me since im the only asian." Hahaha. I dont think so. Apparently, one victim from VT was asian.
So while enginneering students were panicking, the journalism students were having a whale of a time.
A: "Its just another scare. Just happens everything. In my high school, whenever someone wants to get out of class early, they write a few names on a paper and leave it in the toilet."
B: "Oh, in MY high school, ...."
Suddenly, everyone was trading stories about high school bomb scares. I just sat there thinking funnily, my high school never had a bomb scare. Worse come to worse, FIRE DRILL lah!"
It is everyday chats like this that made my realize the difference of growing up in a different country. Bomb scares are so common here, it flows over everyone thoughts like diluted liquid.
You know it happens, but you never think about it coz it always is a false alarm. After being here for a long while, i never thought about it too. But then, I never thought about anything. My brain is always filled with ... drifting white clouds.
But anyway, becoz of the VT incident, my school went on high alert and first thing in the morning, someone reported a gunman on campus. Below is a report on yahoo news. Read it. And oh, heck those hyper suspicious people.
http://www.sierratimes.com/rss/newswire.php?article=/news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070417/ap_on_re_us/university_bomb_threat&time=1176831105&feed=us
pls: Families, friends and special someones of the 33 (yes the gunman too) victims, you have my condolenses. To encounter a mass killing at such a scale is unthinkable - to imagine the pain and sorrow it brings is uncountable. 33 victims times 5 (say 2 parents, 2 siblings, ONE best friend) - 165 who are in mourning. But college students have a wide network of friends...add it all up...more than a thousand (excluding strangers) are experiencing loss and maybe unconsolable.
The world will come to rights again,
the pain will numb,
and sorrow fade,
but you will learn to laugh once day.
On tuesday, my college had a lockdown...because of a bomb scare!
Before the days of Virginia Tech (if you dont know what it is, go KNOCK your head repectedly), bomb scare had never been on such HIGH ALERT.
Previously, all that happened when a bomb scare arises is a news report the following day on the school newspaper.
But tuesday, everyone went into panic mode...
For reporters, "Grab your cameras and run to X building!" Three students in my class (2 editors and one photographer) received a call and immediately packed their bags and left when the professor was still talking.
For engineers, "Lock the door! Which is the key? Use that (points) key!" Apparently, their class doors lock from outside, not inside. They have no windows either. Safety you say? None.
But my college doors lock from inside. However, my teacher said jokingly, "If a gunman comes, we will all pull out our cameras and start shooting pictures!"
Meanwhile, dear engineering cousin said, "If a gunman comes in class, I will be the first to die coz i am sitting right in front of the door. Or maybe if he is asian, he will take pity on me since im the only asian." Hahaha. I dont think so. Apparently, one victim from VT was asian.
So while enginneering students were panicking, the journalism students were having a whale of a time.
A: "Its just another scare. Just happens everything. In my high school, whenever someone wants to get out of class early, they write a few names on a paper and leave it in the toilet."
B: "Oh, in MY high school, ...."
Suddenly, everyone was trading stories about high school bomb scares. I just sat there thinking funnily, my high school never had a bomb scare. Worse come to worse, FIRE DRILL lah!"
It is everyday chats like this that made my realize the difference of growing up in a different country. Bomb scares are so common here, it flows over everyone thoughts like diluted liquid.
You know it happens, but you never think about it coz it always is a false alarm. After being here for a long while, i never thought about it too. But then, I never thought about anything. My brain is always filled with ... drifting white clouds.
But anyway, becoz of the VT incident, my school went on high alert and first thing in the morning, someone reported a gunman on campus. Below is a report on yahoo news. Read it. And oh, heck those hyper suspicious people.
http://www.sierratimes.com/rss/newswire.php?article=/news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070417/ap_on_re_us/university_bomb_threat&time=1176831105&feed=us
pls: Families, friends and special someones of the 33 (yes the gunman too) victims, you have my condolenses. To encounter a mass killing at such a scale is unthinkable - to imagine the pain and sorrow it brings is uncountable. 33 victims times 5 (say 2 parents, 2 siblings, ONE best friend) - 165 who are in mourning. But college students have a wide network of friends...add it all up...more than a thousand (excluding strangers) are experiencing loss and maybe unconsolable.
The world will come to rights again,
the pain will numb,
and sorrow fade,
but you will learn to laugh once day.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
The Game of Risk
A Malaysian woman, "Christina" married a American.
How did she do it?
She was working in a hotal as a sales manager in Malaysia. Met the guy there, and talk (i suppose) business for an hour. He was in the military and left for japan. A while later, she received his postcard...didnt know who he was...but he called...and they became penpal.
Six months later, she went to singapore for a business trip. He called and asked where she was. She said spore. A few hours later, he called again and asked where she was. She replied irritating spore. He said where specifically. She told him. He met her and propose.
Four months later...they were married in japan...and stayed there for 4 years...
After that, they moved to America and stayed there for 6 years....and tata...i met them, family with kids.
Her story was very ... fast. Met one hour...penpal...and proposal. After she finished telling her story, and everyone around her was going...wow, so romantic... I was thinking, no. no. no. I will never do that.
The difference between me and her is risk. She is willing to risk it all...for a lifetime. I unfortunately, cannot. And that is my greatest downfall.
I wonder if life would have been a whole lot different if I had been able to take risks. But I didnt. So I let opportunities run pass me. Thousands and thousands...and i let it flow through my fingers. Did I regret it? Maybe. Maybe not. Because unlike her, I know what I want, and Im willing to wait, until I get it or ... not.
How did she do it?
She was working in a hotal as a sales manager in Malaysia. Met the guy there, and talk (i suppose) business for an hour. He was in the military and left for japan. A while later, she received his postcard...didnt know who he was...but he called...and they became penpal.
Six months later, she went to singapore for a business trip. He called and asked where she was. She said spore. A few hours later, he called again and asked where she was. She replied irritating spore. He said where specifically. She told him. He met her and propose.
Four months later...they were married in japan...and stayed there for 4 years...
After that, they moved to America and stayed there for 6 years....and tata...i met them, family with kids.
Her story was very ... fast. Met one hour...penpal...and proposal. After she finished telling her story, and everyone around her was going...wow, so romantic... I was thinking, no. no. no. I will never do that.
The difference between me and her is risk. She is willing to risk it all...for a lifetime. I unfortunately, cannot. And that is my greatest downfall.
I wonder if life would have been a whole lot different if I had been able to take risks. But I didnt. So I let opportunities run pass me. Thousands and thousands...and i let it flow through my fingers. Did I regret it? Maybe. Maybe not. Because unlike her, I know what I want, and Im willing to wait, until I get it or ... not.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
April Rain and Snow.
The time has come to start its end,
a time of infinite ages.
Destruction is strewn,
breaking boundaries.
And the power of fear,
blinding each person,
the survival is crucial,
until the end is done.
With seven colors,
shaped into a half arc,
a little boy,
comes out to play.
The earth is damp,
its opponent still strong,
but the making unfolds.
Battered flowers,
Sharp end twigs,
a puddle of water,
a splash of play.
A life pulsing,
goes unnoticed,
but for the crawlers,
nestled in a pot of gold.
a time of infinite ages.
Destruction is strewn,
breaking boundaries.
And the power of fear,
blinding each person,
the survival is crucial,
until the end is done.
With seven colors,
shaped into a half arc,
a little boy,
comes out to play.
The earth is damp,
its opponent still strong,
but the making unfolds.
Battered flowers,
Sharp end twigs,
a puddle of water,
a splash of play.
A life pulsing,
goes unnoticed,
but for the crawlers,
nestled in a pot of gold.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Conflict of Boots, Eagle, and Man-on-Bus
Look at the grassy field of dirty, torn, and empty boots. Boots that you realized had meaning to them when you see a name tag attached to it. A growing horror that you tried to pretend those name tag didnt mean what you thought it meant. But it did. Names. Age. Title. It was the signs of the deceased.
The Boots were a sign of protest of war. The protest against innocent killings. Of taking away life, and leaving the living behind with a pounding wave of sorrow, helplessness and angsty.
I thought it was an act of honor, to showcase those boots, which were painstakingly organized into straight lines. I thought it was a great way to show the world that the Iraq war needs to end because innocent lives were being killed.
That is, until I met my friend.
Me: "Im going to take pictures of those boots."
Friend: "Why? It's a disgrace!"
Me: "Disgrace? But these are soldiers who died in the war, and we should honor them."
Friend: "Fine, but the event is about protest against war!"
Me: "So? I think war should be stopped."
Friend: "But these people join the military to fight. It's a disgrace to use their boots to protest against war. Why else do you think I'm in the Navy?"
I took pictures anyway, but I thought what Friend said was rather true. Still, I thought of it as a way of remembering and honoring the fallen. But at the end of the day, whether there were empty boots or full boots, I stand against war, protest or no protest.
***
There is a eagle on campus. A greedy little eagle that killed a pregnant squirrel by knocking it out of a tree to the ground and flew back up to another tree branch because the squirrel was too heavy to carry. Hahahaha. After 4 hours of spectacular show from the audience, aka ka po students, the eagle finally had the chance to eat his/her meal.
***
I thought I was smart when I left work half an hour earlier to head home because I was tired. After 10 minutes in the cold, the bus finally arrived. On its way to the Llyold Noble bus-stop, a man ran across the traffic light signaling the bus to stop. It stopped, opened the doors and the man got on.
The bus driver got mad and asked the man to alight. The man pretended to be stupid.
The bus driver got madder and said that he wont drive the bus until the man alight. The man remained stupid.
The bus driver got super mad and said he will call the police to come. The man remained incredibily stupid.
The bus driver finally calls for the police on his walkie-talkie. The man continued his stupid act.
Finally the police come.
Police: "Why do you want the man to get out of the bus?"
Driver: "Because he didnt get on at the bus-stop. He just got on at the traffic light and that's wrong."
Stupid Man: "But I'm not breaking the law. I just want to go to Llyold Noble Bus stop."
Police: "Now, the bus driver is the boss here. This is his bus and passenges are supposed to get on the designated area. You are causing trouble for the driver, the passenger and me. The driver cannot continue his journey if you are on the bus. Now, please get off the bus."
Stupid Man: "Oh Ok."
Sometimes, Americans are so stubborn and full of rules. It took them 20 mins for the entire situation to resolve. By then, I could have reached home just by walking. Instead, I was forced to watch the entire male pride exchange drama that took away my initial goal of reaching home early.
If only people could learn to give way, the world would be so much more efficient.
Eg. Bus driver should have just drive on if the stupid man refused to get down! Coz passenges are depending on him and of course, the responsibility falls on serving the needs of many instead of focusing on one. I mean, stupid man could have always been reprimanded later...
Or the stupid man could just have realized that, "Hello! The bus cant move because of you and you should just freaking get off because you are disrupting the route."
I hate stubborn people.
The Boots were a sign of protest of war. The protest against innocent killings. Of taking away life, and leaving the living behind with a pounding wave of sorrow, helplessness and angsty.
I thought it was an act of honor, to showcase those boots, which were painstakingly organized into straight lines. I thought it was a great way to show the world that the Iraq war needs to end because innocent lives were being killed.
That is, until I met my friend.
Me: "Im going to take pictures of those boots."
Friend: "Why? It's a disgrace!"
Me: "Disgrace? But these are soldiers who died in the war, and we should honor them."
Friend: "Fine, but the event is about protest against war!"
Me: "So? I think war should be stopped."
Friend: "But these people join the military to fight. It's a disgrace to use their boots to protest against war. Why else do you think I'm in the Navy?"
I took pictures anyway, but I thought what Friend said was rather true. Still, I thought of it as a way of remembering and honoring the fallen. But at the end of the day, whether there were empty boots or full boots, I stand against war, protest or no protest.
***
There is a eagle on campus. A greedy little eagle that killed a pregnant squirrel by knocking it out of a tree to the ground and flew back up to another tree branch because the squirrel was too heavy to carry. Hahahaha. After 4 hours of spectacular show from the audience, aka ka po students, the eagle finally had the chance to eat his/her meal.
***
I thought I was smart when I left work half an hour earlier to head home because I was tired. After 10 minutes in the cold, the bus finally arrived. On its way to the Llyold Noble bus-stop, a man ran across the traffic light signaling the bus to stop. It stopped, opened the doors and the man got on.
The bus driver got mad and asked the man to alight. The man pretended to be stupid.
The bus driver got madder and said that he wont drive the bus until the man alight. The man remained stupid.
The bus driver got super mad and said he will call the police to come. The man remained incredibily stupid.
The bus driver finally calls for the police on his walkie-talkie. The man continued his stupid act.
Finally the police come.
Police: "Why do you want the man to get out of the bus?"
Driver: "Because he didnt get on at the bus-stop. He just got on at the traffic light and that's wrong."
Stupid Man: "But I'm not breaking the law. I just want to go to Llyold Noble Bus stop."
Police: "Now, the bus driver is the boss here. This is his bus and passenges are supposed to get on the designated area. You are causing trouble for the driver, the passenger and me. The driver cannot continue his journey if you are on the bus. Now, please get off the bus."
Stupid Man: "Oh Ok."
Sometimes, Americans are so stubborn and full of rules. It took them 20 mins for the entire situation to resolve. By then, I could have reached home just by walking. Instead, I was forced to watch the entire male pride exchange drama that took away my initial goal of reaching home early.
If only people could learn to give way, the world would be so much more efficient.
Eg. Bus driver should have just drive on if the stupid man refused to get down! Coz passenges are depending on him and of course, the responsibility falls on serving the needs of many instead of focusing on one. I mean, stupid man could have always been reprimanded later...
Or the stupid man could just have realized that, "Hello! The bus cant move because of you and you should just freaking get off because you are disrupting the route."
I hate stubborn people.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
OK to marry at 21?
I think it's very scary that people my age are getting engaged and planning their marriage.
Oh my gosh, can you believe it? My mentality is just not up for it. It cannot comprehen the state of engagement, much less marriage, especially when I still a spinster. Hello. Any takers?
Imagine mere college students, planning for their marriage...when all I am thinking of right now is how to escape from parent's reach, get a lousy job, stay here as long as possible and ... maybe get a serious boyfriend a few years down the road. I mean...hahahaha...*cant stop laughing*.
By then, my friends will be having kids of their own just when I am starting to date. This is getting really weird. I am not used to it.
Lucky them, getting hitched in high school and now married by next year! Family. Kids.
At the rate my brain development is progressing... I think it will be a long while before I even consider kids! I dont care what you say, but I'm young. Young. I am barely out of the 'kids' world, no wait, I'm still 'IN' it. I'm a kid. I'm underaged. I dont care what you say, but i'm still a "kid".
Some things never change.
Oh my gosh, can you believe it? My mentality is just not up for it. It cannot comprehen the state of engagement, much less marriage, especially when I still a spinster. Hello. Any takers?
Imagine mere college students, planning for their marriage...when all I am thinking of right now is how to escape from parent's reach, get a lousy job, stay here as long as possible and ... maybe get a serious boyfriend a few years down the road. I mean...hahahaha...*cant stop laughing*.
By then, my friends will be having kids of their own just when I am starting to date. This is getting really weird. I am not used to it.
Lucky them, getting hitched in high school and now married by next year! Family. Kids.
At the rate my brain development is progressing... I think it will be a long while before I even consider kids! I dont care what you say, but I'm young. Young. I am barely out of the 'kids' world, no wait, I'm still 'IN' it. I'm a kid. I'm underaged. I dont care what you say, but i'm still a "kid".
Some things never change.
Monday, March 26, 2007
The Week After Spring Break
How did this happen? When did it go wrong?
Today is Monday. I am a very depressed, mad, angry lady.
I am depressed because two papers are unfinished. Interviews are not being conducted and i am in deep shit. And I have a test tomorrow that I havent studied for.
I am mad because I cant go the a basketball game. Because I didnt have the courage to ask a ride from a guy. This is so stupid.
I am angry because my friend is back in norman...and friend is disrupting my schedule, and my life. And is making feel very inwardly guilty because I am not spending time with friend...and I dont know how to do to say...STOP. I cant be anymore but just a plain, simple friend.
I am a very depressed, mad, angry lady.
I wish my semester is OVER!!!
I just want it to be summer...oh summer...
I still have TWO whole months before I am finally FREE!!!
Oh I hate my life...hate it...hate it...
And I'm trying to smile...smile...smile...
Today is Monday. I am a very depressed, mad, angry lady.
I am depressed because two papers are unfinished. Interviews are not being conducted and i am in deep shit. And I have a test tomorrow that I havent studied for.
I am mad because I cant go the a basketball game. Because I didnt have the courage to ask a ride from a guy. This is so stupid.
I am angry because my friend is back in norman...and friend is disrupting my schedule, and my life. And is making feel very inwardly guilty because I am not spending time with friend...and I dont know how to do to say...STOP. I cant be anymore but just a plain, simple friend.
I am a very depressed, mad, angry lady.
I wish my semester is OVER!!!
I just want it to be summer...oh summer...
I still have TWO whole months before I am finally FREE!!!
Oh I hate my life...hate it...hate it...
And I'm trying to smile...smile...smile...
Monday, March 19, 2007
The crack in the door.
So... My friend, BK, came to visit me and stayed at my place for 2 nights. Since I dont have a car, I had to call up a few friends to see if they would take us out for food. Hahaha.
BK and I normally hang out in my room, on my SINGLE bed lying/sitting close to each other (no choice), watching stupid funny crazy youtube videos or just chatting about mindless stuff. We went to sleep quite late in the night, about 6pm the first night and 4pm the second night. Anyway, the next morning on the second day, I was still dead asleep when he came in, jumped right into bed next to me and woke me up.
We kissed, hugged, ....
Hahahaha...gotcha!!! Nothing happened...
But problem was, my door was not fully close and there was a crack in the door where the person outside could peep in. The person being MY COUSIN!!!!
I wasnt wearing my glasses since i just woke up, but i guess my cousin was very suspicious when she peeped through the crack. So she quickly knocked on the door, opened it wide and say, "What are you guys doing?"
I was sitting up with my blanket covering me and BK was lying down facing me. I still had my dazed look on. "Nothing," I replied.
"Just fooling around," BK said.
My cousin stood at the door for a few seconds, soaking in the whole indecency of the situation and finally, she said, "Oh, okay." And left.
BK asked, "Did I get you into trouble?"
I said, "Dont worry about it."
Dont worry about it being he didnt need to worry but I did if my cousin went back to malaysia and started telling tales... man, my family is so conservative that they would probably freak out and my reputation was ruined!!! Seriously, they would all think im a big slut, just because he was 'in bed' with me. I think Americans are pretty huggy-touchy type and they all are very chummy with each other. Such as, good friends always hugged one another when they are greeting, or happy or sad.
So then BK said. "Well, there shouldnt be any trouble coz I wasnt sleeping here last night. I was in the living room. I swear she saw me this morning."
I told him, "But the problem is, I looked asleep to her."
He replied, "Well, we were here together till late last night and there wasnt any problems, so why should there be a problem when its morning now?
I didnt know how to reply him coz i was either too tired/I was too sleepy.
Either way, I had to explain to my cousin what just happened. She didnt quite believe me. Then she said that she didnt see him sunday morning (the first day) at 10am in the living room, but she said she saw his shoes.
So i said, maybe he is in the bathroom. Cousin shook her head. So i said, then i dont know where he was. Cousin look suspiously at me and said, dont lie. She is implying that he was 'in bed' with me that morning, which was totally not true!
So I asked him where he was...he said, "The union." He was in school. He said his shoes were on him, and yea, i believed him coz I woke up and he was gone. I told my cousin but who knows she's thinking now. That was the first time she saw me 'in bed' with a guy. Plus he is a total stranger to her.
Well, im sorry to say that there is no place for two people to sit in my room together unless its on my bed, so tata - next time I need a couch.
And btw, there was no hanky-panky going on. Just to clear the air.
BK and I normally hang out in my room, on my SINGLE bed lying/sitting close to each other (no choice), watching stupid funny crazy youtube videos or just chatting about mindless stuff. We went to sleep quite late in the night, about 6pm the first night and 4pm the second night. Anyway, the next morning on the second day, I was still dead asleep when he came in, jumped right into bed next to me and woke me up.
We kissed, hugged, ....
Hahahaha...gotcha!!! Nothing happened...
But problem was, my door was not fully close and there was a crack in the door where the person outside could peep in. The person being MY COUSIN!!!!
I wasnt wearing my glasses since i just woke up, but i guess my cousin was very suspicious when she peeped through the crack. So she quickly knocked on the door, opened it wide and say, "What are you guys doing?"
I was sitting up with my blanket covering me and BK was lying down facing me. I still had my dazed look on. "Nothing," I replied.
"Just fooling around," BK said.
My cousin stood at the door for a few seconds, soaking in the whole indecency of the situation and finally, she said, "Oh, okay." And left.
BK asked, "Did I get you into trouble?"
I said, "Dont worry about it."
Dont worry about it being he didnt need to worry but I did if my cousin went back to malaysia and started telling tales... man, my family is so conservative that they would probably freak out and my reputation was ruined!!! Seriously, they would all think im a big slut, just because he was 'in bed' with me. I think Americans are pretty huggy-touchy type and they all are very chummy with each other. Such as, good friends always hugged one another when they are greeting, or happy or sad.
So then BK said. "Well, there shouldnt be any trouble coz I wasnt sleeping here last night. I was in the living room. I swear she saw me this morning."
I told him, "But the problem is, I looked asleep to her."
He replied, "Well, we were here together till late last night and there wasnt any problems, so why should there be a problem when its morning now?
I didnt know how to reply him coz i was either too tired/I was too sleepy.
Either way, I had to explain to my cousin what just happened. She didnt quite believe me. Then she said that she didnt see him sunday morning (the first day) at 10am in the living room, but she said she saw his shoes.
So i said, maybe he is in the bathroom. Cousin shook her head. So i said, then i dont know where he was. Cousin look suspiously at me and said, dont lie. She is implying that he was 'in bed' with me that morning, which was totally not true!
So I asked him where he was...he said, "The union." He was in school. He said his shoes were on him, and yea, i believed him coz I woke up and he was gone. I told my cousin but who knows she's thinking now. That was the first time she saw me 'in bed' with a guy. Plus he is a total stranger to her.
Well, im sorry to say that there is no place for two people to sit in my room together unless its on my bed, so tata - next time I need a couch.
And btw, there was no hanky-panky going on. Just to clear the air.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
The Lost Boys
Eh, hello...
As of right now, I have TWO guys sleeping in my living room. Oh, I never told you that?
First guy decided to quit college, work for a little while and return back home. Problem was no college = no housing. Therefore, I decided to help him and my cousin and I out by asking him to bum into my apartment till he returns home for good. He has been staying here since august 2006, and well, he helps out by paying us 1/4 of the rent since he is staying in the living room. Hehehehe. Living room convert to room... no privacy of course. Benefit, rent is divided between almost 3 person.
Well, next up. American guy (BK) from Japanese exchange program decided to come visit and he doesnt want to call his parents to pick him up coz he wanna hang out with his friends (aka including me) in Norman. He was supposed to stay at his friend's house but ... er, I guess once his friend (JP) dumped him at my apt, JP was so tired that he didnt come back to pick BK up from my apt. So...tata...the living room again.
Personally I think BK should stay with his parents, duh, because his parents have been waiting for him to get back. JP has been running around like BK's host, fetching him here and there and later, dropping him off at my apt and having to go out of the way to come back to pick him up...well JP was too tired after 2 trips to and fro from the airport...and BK was supposed to stay at JP family's place, which JP wasnt so sure his father would approve....hmm, so another friend, dumped at my apt unplanned.
In summer 2005, a cambodian-french guy lost his passport, decided to visit his uncle in dallas and leave America from Houston ... after getting a temporary passport from Houston. He had everything ready, bus ticket to dallas included and tata...he was off! Unfortunately, the bus was full...which happens sometimes...and that meant he had to take the next bus. Well, he stayed at my apt for two days...always leaving and after teary/big hugs and cries goodbye in the morning/evening only to knock on my apt door later and say, "The bus is full AGAIN!"
Ohmigosh! Comes back and the procedure is repeated, until one day, I come home and he is gone. Tata!
I think my living room is pretty much like a cheap FOC motel for guys staying overnight...
Next time, I will start charging them cheap rates....muahahaha. Nah.
I think im too good..."Oh, no place to stay? Stay at my apartment then!" which only happens to guys coz girls are usually the good ones...responsible and all :)
As of right now, I have TWO guys sleeping in my living room. Oh, I never told you that?
First guy decided to quit college, work for a little while and return back home. Problem was no college = no housing. Therefore, I decided to help him and my cousin and I out by asking him to bum into my apartment till he returns home for good. He has been staying here since august 2006, and well, he helps out by paying us 1/4 of the rent since he is staying in the living room. Hehehehe. Living room convert to room... no privacy of course. Benefit, rent is divided between almost 3 person.
Well, next up. American guy (BK) from Japanese exchange program decided to come visit and he doesnt want to call his parents to pick him up coz he wanna hang out with his friends (aka including me) in Norman. He was supposed to stay at his friend's house but ... er, I guess once his friend (JP) dumped him at my apt, JP was so tired that he didnt come back to pick BK up from my apt. So...tata...the living room again.
Personally I think BK should stay with his parents, duh, because his parents have been waiting for him to get back. JP has been running around like BK's host, fetching him here and there and later, dropping him off at my apt and having to go out of the way to come back to pick him up...well JP was too tired after 2 trips to and fro from the airport...and BK was supposed to stay at JP family's place, which JP wasnt so sure his father would approve....hmm, so another friend, dumped at my apt unplanned.
In summer 2005, a cambodian-french guy lost his passport, decided to visit his uncle in dallas and leave America from Houston ... after getting a temporary passport from Houston. He had everything ready, bus ticket to dallas included and tata...he was off! Unfortunately, the bus was full...which happens sometimes...and that meant he had to take the next bus. Well, he stayed at my apt for two days...always leaving and after teary/big hugs and cries goodbye in the morning/evening only to knock on my apt door later and say, "The bus is full AGAIN!"
Ohmigosh! Comes back and the procedure is repeated, until one day, I come home and he is gone. Tata!
I think my living room is pretty much like a cheap FOC motel for guys staying overnight...
Next time, I will start charging them cheap rates....muahahaha. Nah.
I think im too good..."Oh, no place to stay? Stay at my apartment then!" which only happens to guys coz girls are usually the good ones...responsible and all :)
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Im original and funny...?
While surfing the net, due to boredom, I stumbled upon...
Disorganized schizophrenia! (I think its totally related to my previous post!)
Definition: (Applicable)
Disorganized schizophrenia is a type of schizophrenia characterized by disinhibited, agitated, and purposeless behavior.
note: I used to be disinterested until i came to the U.S. Now, im experimental :) I am very unmotivated. My purpose in life is currently having a good night worth of sleep. I am also unmotivated in doing or finishing homework or studying for test. (on second thought, it just might be the fact that im too lazy and i cant wait till graduation)
Symptoms: ( Partly applicable)
Delusions (false, fixed beliefs) and hallucinations (sensory perceptions without a source) are common in disorganized schizophrenia. Emotional responses of people with this condition are often bizarre and inappropriate. Lack of emotion and motivation, as well as the inability to feel pleasure, may occur with this condition.
Some of these symptoms are also seen in other types of schizophrenia. The characteristic distinction is erratic behavior, with ungrammatical or random-ordered speech.
Patients with disorganized schizophrenia are usually active but in an aimless, nonconstructive manner. Inappropriate grinning and grimacing are common. Behavior is sometimes described as silly or fatuous.
Note: I do not suffer from delusions (unless you call dreaming of a good life without working one of them) or hallucinations. Erm, as for bizarre and inapporiate emotional responses, I am not too sure about that. The rest are pretty relevant for me, except for inappropriate grinning(occasional. I do think of the world as my amusement park. hahaha.) and grimacing.
Complications: (totally not applicable for me!)
Suicide and self-harm are possible serious complications, as is loss of ability to work and function socially. Drug abuse is a major risk, and is found at a higher rate in patients with schizophrenia.
Note: Totally not me. I am a good girl.
What do YOU think?
If i could dignose myself, I would say.... i fall between the range of 30-60 percent. Muahahaha. Disorganized speech, hell yes! Suddenly, I feel so sorry for my career. Journalist, you say?
Disorganized schizophrenia! (I think its totally related to my previous post!)
Definition: (Applicable)
Disorganized schizophrenia is a type of schizophrenia characterized by disinhibited, agitated, and purposeless behavior.
note: I used to be disinterested until i came to the U.S. Now, im experimental :) I am very unmotivated. My purpose in life is currently having a good night worth of sleep. I am also unmotivated in doing or finishing homework or studying for test. (on second thought, it just might be the fact that im too lazy and i cant wait till graduation)
Symptoms: ( Partly applicable)
Delusions (false, fixed beliefs) and hallucinations (sensory perceptions without a source) are common in disorganized schizophrenia. Emotional responses of people with this condition are often bizarre and inappropriate. Lack of emotion and motivation, as well as the inability to feel pleasure, may occur with this condition.
Some of these symptoms are also seen in other types of schizophrenia. The characteristic distinction is erratic behavior, with ungrammatical or random-ordered speech.
Patients with disorganized schizophrenia are usually active but in an aimless, nonconstructive manner. Inappropriate grinning and grimacing are common. Behavior is sometimes described as silly or fatuous.
Note: I do not suffer from delusions (unless you call dreaming of a good life without working one of them) or hallucinations. Erm, as for bizarre and inapporiate emotional responses, I am not too sure about that. The rest are pretty relevant for me, except for inappropriate grinning(occasional. I do think of the world as my amusement park. hahaha.) and grimacing.
Complications: (totally not applicable for me!)
Suicide and self-harm are possible serious complications, as is loss of ability to work and function socially. Drug abuse is a major risk, and is found at a higher rate in patients with schizophrenia.
Note: Totally not me. I am a good girl.
What do YOU think?
If i could dignose myself, I would say.... i fall between the range of 30-60 percent. Muahahaha. Disorganized speech, hell yes! Suddenly, I feel so sorry for my career. Journalist, you say?
Stupid things
I am thinking of monday, when I had to pass up my paper, and realizing that my paper sucks. Writing 17 pages in 2 days with a lousy plot in attempt to apply the skills learned in class is a big time pain in the ass, especially when i didnt follow teacher's instruction. What the heck was I thinking?
I am thinking of tuesday, when i didnt have proper time-management, and i had to ask my teacher to help me photoshop my image when the exam was ending, and he calmly did it, even when the next class started, and his stomach was growling, and the other teacher started lecturing, and i was still trying to finish up my exam, and i think my teacher was rather pissed.
And later in the evening, i had to accompany my friend to jump, walk, and smile cheese all over campus ground, and eat oh-gosh! fantastic chicken rice at a friend's house, and gasped watching a malaysian malay couple kiss in the elevator on youtube, and coming home late and suffering from sleep deprivation, which is a cont from sunday night.
Pls: It is illegal for malay couples in msia to kiss, touch, hold hands, or doing affectionate in public. Plus, since the youtube was a middle aged man in a suit with a younger woman, i doubt it is morally right, as in er, adultary/cheating on your significant other! If not why would they kiss in the elevator?
I am thinking of Wednesday and how stupid i sound while conducting an interview and how i didnt know how to structure a simple question, which happens very often in real life.
E.g. If im thinking, "what attributes in a person, which you consider to be a model, influences you the most?"
I would say, "er, what kinds of attribute in a person...that you find...er....attractive...i mean..attracted to."
*someone just kill me...argh* It sounds like im asking a really private question.
So today is thursday morning, and im sqeezing my eyes, thinking, 'pls stop thinking...stop thinking...above all stupid things i have done this week.'
I am thinking of tuesday, when i didnt have proper time-management, and i had to ask my teacher to help me photoshop my image when the exam was ending, and he calmly did it, even when the next class started, and his stomach was growling, and the other teacher started lecturing, and i was still trying to finish up my exam, and i think my teacher was rather pissed.
And later in the evening, i had to accompany my friend to jump, walk, and smile cheese all over campus ground, and eat oh-gosh! fantastic chicken rice at a friend's house, and gasped watching a malaysian malay couple kiss in the elevator on youtube, and coming home late and suffering from sleep deprivation, which is a cont from sunday night.
Pls: It is illegal for malay couples in msia to kiss, touch, hold hands, or doing affectionate in public. Plus, since the youtube was a middle aged man in a suit with a younger woman, i doubt it is morally right, as in er, adultary/cheating on your significant other! If not why would they kiss in the elevator?
I am thinking of Wednesday and how stupid i sound while conducting an interview and how i didnt know how to structure a simple question, which happens very often in real life.
E.g. If im thinking, "what attributes in a person, which you consider to be a model, influences you the most?"
I would say, "er, what kinds of attribute in a person...that you find...er....attractive...i mean..attracted to."
*someone just kill me...argh* It sounds like im asking a really private question.
So today is thursday morning, and im sqeezing my eyes, thinking, 'pls stop thinking...stop thinking...above all stupid things i have done this week.'
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Three Wise Men
The third post in a single day. A little too much, but I had to separate them because the topic was so different.
What do all the three men below have in common?
(Above) Clearest picture of Al Gore taken with a Canon sd600! while seating miles away in Lloyld Noble Center.
What do all the three men below have in common?
(Above) George Bush Sr. picture taken from a projection screen today that is broadcasted from Catlett Music Center to Reynolds.
(Above) Clearest picture of Al Gore taken with a Canon sd600! while seating miles away in Lloyld Noble Center.(Above) A bigger picture of Al Gore with the band in the foreground and the crowd in the background. Also the record-breaker for the highest student attendence for attending the VIP guest speaker event.
(Above) Former Mexican President Vicente Fox in salute as a Mexico flag bearer walked past.
So what do these three men have in common?
Ans: They all came to OU!
Al Gore *I was in the Air Force for 15 years, and now, I have to be inspected when I board the plane.
George Bush, Sr. *How did I get made to be a hero? They sank my boat!
*Quotes are from memory, and are not completely accurate, but they get the point (of the joke)through.
Flu Bug
I have been dripping mucus from my nose non-stop. It began in the morning and no matter how many time I sniffed, the mucus kept collecting until it hung at the tip of my nostrails. Very irritating, you might say, especially in class.
So for the entire day, I spent countless trips to the restroom to steal long wads of scratchy toilet paper. I blew and blew and blew until my nose hurt around the sides.
The good part was, it only affected my left nostrils. The worst part was, not studying for tomorrow's test and instead, engrossing myself in a storybook! Despite my lack of focus, I never felt such peace (excluding the flu) in my life.
I'm coming home...
So for the entire day, I spent countless trips to the restroom to steal long wads of scratchy toilet paper. I blew and blew and blew until my nose hurt around the sides.
The good part was, it only affected my left nostrils. The worst part was, not studying for tomorrow's test and instead, engrossing myself in a storybook! Despite my lack of focus, I never felt such peace (excluding the flu) in my life.
I'm coming home...
Time in a standstill
I was having a short break in between class and work.
I didnt know what to do. I walked aimlessly and as I turned my head left, I accidently brushed my face against a guy's sleeve. As such, I pretended to head on left towards a tiny garden with a few big trees and benches underneath.
I sat, took out a book and started reading. The morning sun bounced off my book and glared into my tired eyes. The air was cool but I felt sleepy. I placed my bag on one side of the bench and lay down under the skeleton brenches. It was weird, lying there while trails of students crossed the inner and outer garden paths as I continued my rest.
I didnt know what to do. I walked aimlessly and as I turned my head left, I accidently brushed my face against a guy's sleeve. As such, I pretended to head on left towards a tiny garden with a few big trees and benches underneath.
I sat, took out a book and started reading. The morning sun bounced off my book and glared into my tired eyes. The air was cool but I felt sleepy. I placed my bag on one side of the bench and lay down under the skeleton brenches. It was weird, lying there while trails of students crossed the inner and outer garden paths as I continued my rest.
For a moment, I was transported to back to the days during my first and second semester and further back into high school. A feeling of familarity crept into my body and it relaxed. I had done this before - I had lay down on a bench outside while the world crease to exist. It was long ago when I had time. Time to stop. Time to relax. Time to enjoy. Time to appreciate. Time before the clouds pass by.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Lifeless
There is so much running through my head, but I have nothing to say. My thoughts are random, trailing behind one another and changing every second. Like ripples on the water, it spreads, merges, forms, and the cycle continues.
I am sick of school. I want to drop out and say, 'heck with everything'.
I am not concentrating, unmotivated and uninspired by life.
I live each day like I'm dead. I just push aside all my worries and stress and wait for it to pile it up.
I need inspiration.
I need reality and my realistic dreams, not puffy dreams that can be blown away with one breadth.
Something is missing, the fire is out.
My fire is going out,
the flame flickers,
the wax its enemy,
the wick eaten up.
My fire is going out,
the wind stills,
the struggle continues,
but no one notices.
My fire is going out,
amist the hustle and bustle,
the cries and sorrows,
the happiness and ...
My fire is going out,
in the sea of flames,
its insignificant gasp of air,
and the world carries on.
I am sick of school. I want to drop out and say, 'heck with everything'.
I am not concentrating, unmotivated and uninspired by life.
I live each day like I'm dead. I just push aside all my worries and stress and wait for it to pile it up.
I need inspiration.
I need reality and my realistic dreams, not puffy dreams that can be blown away with one breadth.
Something is missing, the fire is out.
My fire is going out,
the flame flickers,
the wax its enemy,
the wick eaten up.
My fire is going out,
the wind stills,
the struggle continues,
but no one notices.
My fire is going out,
amist the hustle and bustle,
the cries and sorrows,
the happiness and ...
My fire is going out,
in the sea of flames,
its insignificant gasp of air,
and the world carries on.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Surprise Birthday Party
Happy ?th Birthday Cousin!!!
I spent 'a lot' of time planning for this. A mass email, a pleading voice to my roommate, a lucky visit from a good friend, and lots of luck.
So basically, like always, I sent out a mass email. No one replied. I made a list of friends to invite and whined (like a little girl :) to my roommate to call a few friends on my list. But I only call one. My friend decided to come visit me (and others) on a sat evening, so he decided to stay for the party. Lucky for me, since he can drop me off to buy the cake, presents, and foodstuff, all of which was split into two = cheaper for me.
So in the end, surprise party!!!! Hid in the bday girl's room, although she already kinda figured it out, since she saw someone peeping from her room window blinds.
Bought too small a cake, since I didnt expect surprise visitors. In the end, the party turned out to be more of a MSA hang out.
But it didnt matter. It was still fun! And tiring...coz it was late at night.
I think this is the most unplanned party of the year, with lots of unplanned visitors too.
I spent 'a lot' of time planning for this. A mass email, a pleading voice to my roommate, a lucky visit from a good friend, and lots of luck.
So basically, like always, I sent out a mass email. No one replied. I made a list of friends to invite and whined (like a little girl :) to my roommate to call a few friends on my list. But I only call one. My friend decided to come visit me (and others) on a sat evening, so he decided to stay for the party. Lucky for me, since he can drop me off to buy the cake, presents, and foodstuff, all of which was split into two = cheaper for me.
So in the end, surprise party!!!! Hid in the bday girl's room, although she already kinda figured it out, since she saw someone peeping from her room window blinds.
Bought too small a cake, since I didnt expect surprise visitors. In the end, the party turned out to be more of a MSA hang out.
But it didnt matter. It was still fun! And tiring...coz it was late at night.
I think this is the most unplanned party of the year, with lots of unplanned visitors too.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
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.
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.
Friday, March 02, 2007
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.
Presenting
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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!
"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.
Presenting
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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!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
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.
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.
Monday, February 26, 2007
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.
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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?
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?
Saturday, February 24, 2007
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?
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?
Thursday, February 22, 2007
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.
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.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
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?"
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?"
Saturday, February 17, 2007
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.
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!
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!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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.
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.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
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.
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.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
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.
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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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.
*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
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
Sunday, February 04, 2007
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.
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.
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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.
Monday, January 22, 2007
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!
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!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
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.
Its boggling me...or maybe its just Feb 14 coming up.
Hmm, one way or another, I still like it.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
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!
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!
Friday, January 19, 2007
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
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!!!!
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! :)
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! :)
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