10/27/06

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The library. Come see it. OU.

Sooner. Boomer. Sooner. Boomer.

PICS TO FEAST YOUR EYES ON.

They even have Dorothy and the Wizard in? Oz.

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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


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



Signing off,
me.

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

10/13/06 Friday

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

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

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

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

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

10/14 /06 Saturday

>>> canvas painting during cov gp.

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

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

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

10/15/06 Sunday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bisous,
me ;p

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DISSAPOINTED.

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

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

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

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

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

TOTAL = 3 MOONCAKE = $1. MUAHAHAHAHA.

I AM 'PROUD' OF MYSELF :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

You think staying here would have changed my writing habit.

Yes. It did changed. Weirdly.

1)5

2)/5/

3)10/5/06

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

hehehehe....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JOY. Bubbling Laughter, and aching pains...

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

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

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

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

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

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

10 mins later...

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

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

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

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


Next topic...

SEPT BABIES INVASION!!!

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

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

Whatever....

PARTY TIME!

S.W.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Whatever.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beware, Im stalking you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

:)

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

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

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

Today's event:

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

Title: Peace

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


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

For those very few that stumble upon my lost blog.


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

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

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

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

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

Just like explaining geek to a Frenchie.

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

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

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

The sky is falling...


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

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

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

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

Chicken Little is right. The sky is falling.

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

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

Fun!

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

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

I got a tattoo! I got a tattoo!

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

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

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

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

Hehehehehe. Muahahahaha. Boo!