Old aunties and skirts

I must be getting old.

Everyday I come home from school, take a bath, laze around, and eventually i get so sleepy I doze off in front of the TV. Then I'm knocked out till around seven thirty or when the maid wakes me up to eat. I don't understand why I'm so pooped out because I'm still pretty much sleeping the same time everyday and waking up the same time as I did in Sec school. I feel like an old auntie.. Back hurts, sleepiness and drowsiness, and basically boneless.

But aunties don't wear pleat skirts. *snort*

Speaking of which, I don't know if I still want to continue wearing my pleat skirts, which is a bit of a pity, because many of my skirts are pleats. Everytime i wear my pleat skirts, people assume I was a cheerleader. It's not an insult, but it just confuses me too much. I'm already blur most of the time. No need to add confusion to the equation.

Wacky friday was the theme of the day. I don't own any wacky clothes. So when Tun sms-ed me asking what to wear since we both don't own wacky clothes, we agreed to wear all black. The wackiest title definitely went to Beh, who wore a girly pink ribbon-y brooch oh his shirt and had his hair combed into a pansy hairdo. kudos to him who suggested wacky friday. All i had was my black pleat and my glamrock blouse. To make it 'wacky', i tied my hot pink satin sash round my hips for a belt. I ended up looking like a Christmas Present. Jay had a Santa hat. Our class is so weirdly happening.

Assignments have been a total landslide. There are assignments for every subject and I have barely started on any of them. I'm headign to the library tomorrow to meet up with the group so we can do our assignment on the history of Utusan and NST. I seriously don't give a shit, but I guess it could be worse. At least there's books to refer. I just found out that 99% of the class's reference was atrocious. At least if I'm going down for 'plagiarism', I won't be alone. HAH!

Baby, you're sailing today

Baby, you're sailing away

Sugar, wish I could go too

But honey you know

I'm happy for you

Wish I, I wish I,

I wish I

Wish I was going too

Baby, your ship has come in

Baby, adventures will begin

Sugar, don't you worry 'bout me

Coz honey you know

Want you to be happy

Wish I, I wish I, I wish I

Wish I was going too

But if you find that you don't like it

That the people there aren't inviting

Or that city life is too frightening

Won't you come home

But if you find that you don't like it

That the people there aren't inviting

Or that city life is too frightening

Won't you come home

Please come home

Wish I, I wish I, I wish I

Wish I was going too

Wish I, I wish I, I wish I

Wish I was going too

Jem - "Wish I"

Oh God, how much I love this song. I've been dying to kill my ears with it. Thanks Jay!

It's goooooood

Today was a goooooood day. I stayed up till almost midnight finishing my (last minue) assignment, and spent my break in the library doing referencing, which is a total pain in the ass! Finally finished with enough time for lunch, (or so i thought) then i found out that traitor Tun had already printed his assignment out, so i abandoned my cantonese fried yee mee after a few bites and rushed to print it.

Was in a super uber good mood after i passed it up, cause it was relief for the rest of the day! Plus, i was wearing a new outift combo. spag+ shirt+ pleat skirt + tie + weird hair = japanese schoolgirl. Kitty said i looked like one of those bitchy slutty cheerleader types, which i took as a compliment, because that's HOT! hehehehehe

So then, we got off class early, then everybody went to the pool centre. I wanted to beat Tun at pool for the third time, but since he was jabbing *snort* sticks with Jay, i played with Beh instead. I ended up winning one game and losing the other. I'm beginning to really love this game! Play it every week, and even though i still suck compared to the regulars, it's still fun. A sport that i can finally play! And even though i still lose to Coach Jay i can beat a few people. YEAH!!! I aim to be able to beat all the guys in my class who play pool at least once. three down. many more to go.

After playing with Beh, I got my ass whooped by Jay, before surrendering my cue stick to Jeffrey who is good! That, plus Jay was actually off form after playing with me (I think i bring bad luck) = Jeffrey winning two games. all hail Jeffrey wei.

Then i went home, and cam whored a bit, because although Jay wanted to take pix, cam whoring is something i do personally, becuase i always look horrible in photos. Private cam hoe-ing is better becuase i have control of the delete button. muahahaha

Camp Kareen

So yes, camp Kareen sleepover took place on friday night. Anaz and i got there at around three. We sat around and gossiped till Fran came, then the two nutters discovered Kar's OC collection and we watched the first few episodes of season 1 while poor Kar did homework. Then i took a shower in Kar's bathroom that's absolutely stacked with body shop products. I tell you, that girl should be a major stockholder in body shop. The shower was amazingly relaxing and hot! I came out after a super long time because i was just standing and enjoying the shower, and feeling the most relaxed i'd ever been. it was heaven!

Then we have dinner, and after dinner i paint my nails this metallic blue colour and stick it with rhinestones i bought from sasa. my nails look damn chun now. We mill around her room and gossip talk gossip talk. We take over Kareen's pc and have fun impersonating her till she told on us. Then she downloaded the song dancing in the moonlight by toploader because Fran just loves that song. I have that song as my ringtone now, thanks to bluetooth. It's a havoc song!

Then May, Rachel and Cheryne arrive and we all gossip some more.. I show them pictures of Him, and we all Talk.. Then we spring out the birthday cake for Francine's birthday! It was a great cake, and we all had a great time, then we go back to talking..or at least croaking on my part. We just Talked. It was great, i hadn't seen some of them for a really long time, and it was great to be catching up. Then we played around with my bag of makeup, with some disastrous results, and Kar let me use her MAC eyeshadow, which I totally love, because the shade is incredible!

Then I leave them to watch OC while i sleep at around 3am, and i vaguely remember someone singing, and me mentioning thiru for some crazy reason. May wakes us up seven hours later, and one by one we groggily get up. Then as it turns out, i forgot to sign out of the MSN messenger, and Anaz told me i got nudged at 4am by Jay, and I'm incredulous that they were still up at 4am.

Kar then ordered pizza online, but i didn't get my chicken wings :(. I got back home at around three, and barely had a rest before i was out again to attend Mei Ling's open house. It was great to see some of my juniors there, and I met Joe Vuei there, and found out that ROTARACT PJ IS ACTIVE. So i'm thinking of joining now.. anybody interested?

So that's it. I went to the doctor's today.. I'm supposed to refrain from talking so much, and to drink water. I hate the lozenges he prescribed, they taste yucky! I'm going to stick with strepstils, and take the other pills he gave. The cough isn't better at all. I hack like every 15 minutes. I had to get up three times during the night to get spit out the phlegm. I can only hope i don't end up causing an epidemic on valentine's day.

a whole pack of girls.

Yeah, every man's wet dream! A whole orgy of girls all squashed together in a room with only two mattresses. MUAAHAHAH

We had our monthly gettogether at Kareen's house. This time it was a sleepover instead of the usual window shopping at the malls. It was exciting just getting there! I had to take public transport, which i generally hate because public buses are undependable. But the bus I took was clean and cold! yay! Then lugged my heavy sleepover bag to Asia cafe, and soon was on my way to Kareen's fancy digs in tropicana.

While Kareen was taking her shower, me and Anaz did a naughty but daymn funny thing. we took over her MSN messenger and proceeded to impersonate her! so i messaged calvin and told him that 'yuen' was pissed off and started bitching about myself. then spoilsport Kareen messaged him and told him what was happening. bah!

It was around then that my coughing took a turn for the worse and i eventually started croaking. At time of press, i have a terribly 'sexy' voice and continuos coughing which i managed to infect Anaz with. In fact it's so bad that I'm goign to retire now and blog abotu sleepover another day...

*cough cough*

Random!

This is a first. Blogging twice in one day. hah!

Okay, so it's suprising what you learn about yourself through the eyes of others.

So we're sitting at mamak, and suddenly Chandni says something totally out-of-the-blue random statement at me

"You're pretty-"

And I was thinking "yeah, pretty what? pretty funny? cause i'm funny right, even though reagan didn't get my joke"

And I'm waiting for her to finish her sentence, cause she's just looking at me, and I'm just blinking at her..

*blink blink*

"yes?..."

Then she repeats.

And it finally hits me. (finally! you know how slow i am..)

she mean

"You're pretty"

As in, you know.. physical looks! Which made me even more taken aback, not just the sudden randomness of it, but you know.. people don't say that to me.

Parents don't because they're paretns, so even if they did, you can't take them seriously, because they're PARENTS. Friends say it when we're all out and fawning over each other, so its like a social necessity to find something nice to say about how we look. So yeah, I've never had such an unsolicited sudden stunning but terribly flattering compliment.

But my mind was like on auto reject - like..

brain : "ah...ah.. what did she just say? ohh. uh oh..shit. it's a compliment... no response data store in memory! auto reject auto reject!" *alarm alarm*

so yeah... I'm training my brain now. Next time i get a compliment, i'll do the F&F. fight or flee. Except i won't punch the compliment-or la! I'll just smile. And hopefully keep my mouth shut from going like i did today.

'hah?' *blur look*

my social skills need work. it's nice that chandni said that, even though it's not true. she gave me inspiration for blog entries, and maybe even journal entries! hah!

The Beginnings of an impulse shopper

I did an impulse purchase today!

I feel happily guilty. I bought it at Pyramid's MNG, where it was being sold for 29, which seemed a pretty decent price. I was going to shop for some new tops during the sleepover at Kar's house tomorrow, but i saw it, tried it on, and debated a while over the size, and purchased it.

Finally! Something other than purple or pink. I almost bought the white one, but there wasn't a proper size. I'm thinking fat arms in the photo though...

hehehe..

i found this at comics.com. It is so cute.

Dedicated to Reagan who didn't get the joke, for actually reading my blog without me telling him to. Shocker.

Dream away

We were at another mamak stall for the first time ( tomyam bihun - incredible ), and I was talking to Chandni about the romantic stuff she did for her boyfriend. Chandni, who is a self-declared non-romantic, says that she's only ever cooked for her boyfriend once, and i'm assuming it was for a special event, because she also lit candles and stuff (awwwwww). She says that she doesn't cook, do laundry and stuff for the boyfriend because she doesn't see why he can't do it for himself.(you go, girl!) Then Thomas enters the conversation, and we end up telling Thomas that he wants a wife, not a girlfriend. Haha! So then Thomas tells us that his ideal woman would be strong, non-dependent, and would fight him on every topic. Chandni told him to marry a lawyer. xD

And of course, that got me thinking. My Ideal Guy

He would be tallER than me. Most guys are actually...

He would be funny. I don't really care if that funny includes a weird sense of humour, because i actually find that adorable.

He would take my breath away.

He would be into music. Not heavy metal or goth though.. Maybe jazz or contemporary, indie, classical, whatever.

He would have the most amazing eyes. I don't care if everybody else thinks that they're normal eyeballs; to me they are the window to his very soul. dude. I could stare and ogle at them all day. But that would probably creep him out, no matter how perfect he was. I know because it would creep me out too.

He would be a gentleman and do that whole open doors thing, because he can, and wants to.

He would be really sweet and walk me back just to make sure i reach whereever i'm going safely. And call just to make sure.

He would make me laugh. And talking to him would be the easiest thing for me. Which is saying a lot, because i get tongue-tied around guys i like.

His shoulder will be the perfect resting place for my head, because i'm sappy like that. And he won't mind either. Heck, he might even like it!

And in return!

I would pamper my boyfriend to the ends of the earth! Because i like to.

I would bake for him. Once in a while. When i don't burn the brownies. Or finish the whole thing....

I can't cook. But maybe i'd cook his favourite dish, provided it's super simple for simple minded people like me. hehehehe

I draw the line at doing laundry. I can't even do my own laundry, you expect me to do yours? But if I dirtied his shirt or something, then i'd give it to my maid to clean. HAH!

I will remember birthdays! and special days! But this is no surprise because i am a typical girl.

I will try not to give him a sissy nickname. But I make no promises.

I will be a fairly reasonable girlfriend. You want to go out with your ex? fine.. as long as you tell me.. Even if i was terribly jealous, i would probably keep it in, because i can be very rational. *ahem*

On another note, right now as i am typing this, i feel as sick as a dog. I'm cold, even though the weather is fine, there's a headache coming on, I have a horrible throat infection that hurts like hell, and my limbs and neck hurt like an old woman with arthritis. This can't be good. I bet it's Valentine's day ganging up on me.

Valentines : "She hates me? ME?! I, who is celebrated worldwide in a most commercialised manner every year and mock all single lonely heartbroken people? I'll show her.. I'll make her sick! Bah, humbug.

Piss off.

clouds are in the sky

Aren't they always?

School was.. i dunno.. pretty so-so i guess. It didn't hit me that school would be out for a whole week till my lecturer wished us happy holidays. Talk about being blur.

I had pretty much recovered from yesterday till when we were having brunch. At one point, Grace was telling us that for her 18th birthday, she wanted a big bash. At that split second, the most depressing thought popped into my mind.

"The best birthday present for me would be a boyfriend"

Hah! How shallow can you get, you're thinking, right? But this brings me to my next point.

I first read about this theory in Adrian Mole: weapons of mass destruction. In it, he's trying to break off with this creepy chick, Marigold, and he's put in this myth-theory thing. I can't remember the exact name or words, and i can't google it either, so this is a brief and probably inaccurate summary.

Long ago, people used to have two heads, four arms, and four legs. Then, we obviously decided to do something that pissed off the Gods, and we were split in half. So now we roam the earth, searchign for our respective halves, in other words, our 'soulmates'.

Now, i know i said many times that i don't believe in soulmates. I don't. The idea that every successful and happy marriage is because they have found their soulmates is just a little too far fetched even for 'ol romantic me. If soulmates truly existed, what are the chances of your soulmate being culturally similar, or being around the same age? Nowadays, age is so not a barrier anymore, but if soulmates truly existed, I would kind of expect my own soulmate to be stranded in the antartica or something. What are the chances of him being near me?

So that's it. Perhaps we continuosly wander the earth (manner of speech) searching for that other half. What if there are soulmates but i'm missing out because i'm just so sceptical of the whole concept??!! Sure, people always say having gf/bf isn't all a bed of roses, but i'm not expecting that.

Sure, i fantasise about lying under a blanket of stars with HIM, with maybe the sea gently crashing against the shore.. and we walk quietly along the beach barefoot, and he won't make fun of my tiny feet. Then he'll buy me some mouth watering snack because he knows i'll love it, and i'll buy him some weird gadget because i know it will make him laugh and because i'm weird that way. And for some reason, this scenario keeps playing with Gurney Drive as the setting, maybe because Langkawi is too tourist-y, and PD is just plain gross. And becuase i've been to Gurney Drive before, and i've had great moments there. Then we'll laugh and talk, and he'll take hold of my hand, and i wouldn't know which feeling is better; him holding my hand and smiling at me, or my heart racing as it always does when i see him.

and then all of a sudden, his ex appears, and *poof* my dream goes up in smoke.

I mean, i'm not a great catch either, i know. I'm terribly jealous, moody, emo (sometimes la yeah), selfish, and can be an absolute bitch when i'm pushed to it. I have horrible habits, like that crinkling of pages that i can't help, or the snorting that UNINTENTIONALLY happens when i laugh really hard. So, definitely tension builds, and fights will happen. But that doesn't seem like too high a price to pay for just one moment of my dream.

So anyway, after that, I was kind of stoning at odd moments, and when we went back for a lecture, I was back in a pretty down mood. It didn't help that i saw grace's planner and it was so cute, y'all. She puts little golden smiley faces on the day she sees her boyfriend. And I'm looking at the numerous smiley faces that just seem to be mocking loser single me. So i turn to MY planner, Feb 14, and write: i hate v-day.

I don't know. maybe i'll just spend that day with Fran, Kar, and Anaz. Because they're single. for now. They're the only people I know that can take my mind off of Him and his ex for now.

I'm beyond exhausted. I probably can't sleep in tommorow because of house decorations. I'm mentally pooped out because of everything that's going through my mind. And to top it off, i'm hungry. and zits are starting to pop up.

At least my nails look kind of pretty.. i hope they last till tommorow..

Why I should never post when my hormones are out of whack

It could be all that mamak food, or it could be nearing that time of the month. Whatever it is, I don't feel good.

No, not the nausea feeling type, but the not-happy, not usual type of unwellness. I hate this type of feeling; even House MD can't cheer me up. I blame it on this time of the year.

Chinese New Year is a few days away. I don't paticularly mind the angpaus, of course, but I can't seem to muster the spirit this year. Maybe it's mom's overload of work, so the house is pretty much undecorated, but even the malls are barely dressed up. I seem to be finding things to mourn about the new year. Visiting relatives will = Interrogation about college, and i'll struggle to explain mass comm in chinese. Once they drop that subject, they'll graduate to telling me how much weight i've gained. My weight is a pretty touchy subject with me. For heavens sake, I know I've put on weight! I know I have to squeeze into my old jeans. Don't you think someone who sees her body every single day in the mirror realizes that?! Do you think I love all this extra weight??!! For crying out loud, I'm already insecure enough to wear a jacket over every sleeveless thing i have(which i can count on one hand), no matter how hot the weather is. I'm already obsessed enough with my eating habits,for crying out loud, I'm this close to developing an eating disorder. I'm already cutting my portions in half, but then i give into cravings and indulge in an ice cream, and soon, I'm feeling like i do now. (damn you, macademia nut)

Besides that, Valentine's day is coming up. I've never had any reason to celebrate this paticular day. But this year, it's just plain bugging me. Like, i just want to not exist for that 24 hours so people can't rub it in my face. At the very least, in sec school, I could send a few flowers to my friends to tell them how much I love them and appreciate our friendship. And we could just hang around class because hardly any of them have significant others, and we'd tease and bask in the happiness of those who did. This year's valentine's day is just sucking the life out of me, and it's not even february yet. Even in my class, I'm surrounded by couples and people who have significant people.

I can't help but feel just that little bit lonely. I don't think that I NEED a special someone to be happy, but I do think it must be the best thing in the world to have that special someone. To have someone to hold your hand even though your palms are sweaty, to have a shoulder to lean on just because you feel like it, to be able to look right into those eyes and not say anything, yet know a million feelings, to have that racing feeling everytime you see his name on your phone or see his face. And I really want that.

So, yes, this is why I won't exactly be all happy and cheerful on valentine's day. It's a school day, which makes it worse, because all I will want to do is curl up in bed and just comfort eat. And all I'll be able to think about is how lovey-dovey he's going to be with his special someone.

Even now, the songs on tv make me want to lock myself in my bedroom, switch on the air cond to the lowest temperature and cry because that's at least a more comfortable self-torture. Anything has got to be better than thinking about him. I barely know him for crissakes! God, sometimes I wish that people's assumptions about girl's school students were true and that I were a lesbian. Then at least I wouldn't be thinking about him. Or how close he is to his 'someone'. I don't know why the rational part of my brain can't whoop the emotional part's ass. He's so obviously hung up and still in love with her, and even if he were to declare his undying love for me on bended knee, I could never bring myself to accept a guy who still has a special place in his heart for any other girl. Because i am that jealous. Because i am that romantic, that i could never truly have feelings for anybody who isn't my perfect ideal man.

But he is.

Which just freaks me out, because i don't want to believe that. Because i have never believed that there is only one person destined for another person. Which is partly why I'm inclined to find fault in guys i had crushes on. It's like that movie, practical magic, where Sandra Bullock's character, as a child, made a wish that her true love would be some one so impossible to find, so she would never get emotionally hurt, because all the guys they fall in love with are destined to DIE.

He's not perfect, certainly. There are quirks that i find amusing, to say the least.

But i'm not going to act on it. Because hopefully within a few months, I'll be so used to the heartache that I'll be able to fully enjoy his company. There's no point in ruining what could be a perfectly (okay, not perfect) comfortable friendship. And it's somewhat different this time. It won't totally kill me if he's with someone else, because that would mean he's happy. And seeing him smile makes me happy.

Oh god, the sap i write.

Orientation Night

Orientation Night

theme: Xtreme Colours
date: 20th jan
time: 7 pm

After coming back from watching Geisha, I was kinda tired to the point of considering not going at all to OR night. The main reason i was going for the food *oink oink*, but i was already stuffed from popcorn because i usually share half my popcorn with friends, but this time I was forced to finish my whole box of popcorn, because Jay negelcted to tell me that he hates popcorn. (who hates popcorn?!)

But anyway, since daddy was already on his way back to fetch me, i thought "what the hell, go only la." So i got all dolled up, fretting over whether or not i was underdressed or overdressed.

When i get there, I'm pretty disappointed to find people wearing jeans. (and i borrowed Fran's skirt for this??!!) But i meet up with Lydia and Nimi, and we hang outside the mamak. At first, the event is pretty draggy, but as soon as they serve the food, things start picking up.

They had lucky draws, and my number got called out. (!) The emcee (whose name if i remember correctly is Reagan) announced "1.....0.......THREE!"

me: *screams* "omigod omigod omigod"

i was excited cause they had spas and digi cams as prizes, but...

I won an OP shirt.. It's bloody huge la, so i wore it to sleep. I hate the colour, but it's comfy...

Possibly my favourite part of the whole night was the announcement of Best dressed girl and guy. They made the winners do something to earn their prize, which was to dance. Now the girl had to dance to "my humps" (duh), but the guy...woo!! The DJ told him to 'express' himself through the song.

The DJ played that song by (I don't know who, so i'm just taking the first result off google, which is) Right Said Fred..

you know that song.. it goes something like..

I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirtSo sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan

Yeah, Baby! take it all off....

and yes, he did take off his coat and singlet..all hail hairless apes.

And after dancing to a great selection of clubbing type music, i am pooped, so i decide to start taking shots.

Dip. Mass Comm! L-R: Me, Lydia, Jay, Donovan, Nimi, and.. er...sorry..I don't know her name..YET!

Why my class makes me laugh: that's Beh in the red shirt.

okay, i know ALL of them: L-R : Jay, Chandi, Beh, Nimi (next to me), Donovan(white shirt), and Thomas. If you don't know who i am, you shouldn't be reading this.

over and out

yuen

BOWTIE LOVE - GOLDEN VICTORY FOR HUGH

I knew it. Everybody on House_md knew it.

It was just. Too. Obvious.

My man won a Globe. *nyeh*

And not just any globe.

BEST ACTOR IN A DRAMA TELEVISION SERIES GOLDEN GLOBE

Cheers to Hugh Laurie and his 172 people-to-thank-list.

a another beginning

It's amazing how lost and utterly ALONE one can feel on their first day of school. Now i know why parents accompany little tots to their first day in Std. 1.

Jan 9 was my orientation day for my Diploma In Mass Communications, so basically it was my first day. I had just come back from a trip to Singapore the day before and had many many new college things! *yay* However, many many new college things do not guarantee you a first day free from first day awkwardness.

The day started at 6 a.m. when i woke up. After agonizing over what to wear for the First Day, i had not been able to catch much sleep, so was still very the sleepy. Used my brand new Maybelline Mousse Foundation and generally made myself presentable before going on my very first School Bus Ride since kindie. The bus ride was horrible enough after changing buses, but the third bus was the worst. It takes me through the back road to Leisure Commerce Square where the college campus is, and that place is like, under construction or soemthign, so the whole ride, the bus was shaking, bumping, and occasionally even vibrating.....

As the bus drew to a shuddering heap at the Main Office, i started sms-ing friends to keep myself occupied and not look pathetic and looking like a lost sheep. (thanks Kareen and Francine ). After many minutes of walking around aimlessly, i mustered up the courage to ask the receptionist where i was to go for the orientation. I then proceeded to get lost on my way to the Lecture Theatre until i remembered i had a campus map. (duh!!) So i make my way there, but there is nobody there. except for the security guard lady. So i hang around another lecture theatre with other freshies (whom i did not talk to because i thought they were seniors) until aroudn 15 minutes before the orientation is due to start. When i go back there, there is still nobody outside till i peer inside the room and saw a lady in a suit who looked authoritative (always a good sign-professional!) who turns out to be Ms Sophia, some admin person in charge.

Being the punctual person that i am, i go in and take a seat. and wait.

And wait.

finally, some other girls start coming in.

And more girls.

I start thinking that this may turn out to be an all female course, not that it's bad, but when you've spent your whole life in a single sex school (missionary school no less!), it's understandable when finally some testosterone walks in and takes a seat and i think "HELL YESSS"

*ahem*

So they had the usual talks, and we actually had tea. By then, i had new friends. *whew* Cheryn who knew me from Anaz sat next to me. How about that. My first Sri Aman friend. Whoda thought??!!

Nimi, Jessie, Caroline sat in front and soon, the number of coursemates whose names i knew skyrocketed! (okay la, it just climbed a bit, but still good right..)

Jay (whose name is in pink-ish red because he claims that "real men wear pink") reminded me of Francine because they have the same last name and skin colour. I later found out that Jay is actually 1/4 Burmese, and not baba nonya like Fran, but what evs.. He's nice, friendly and has a cute 'senyum kambing'. He showed it to me when we were 'rehearsing' smiles and expressions for student id photos.

Beh is Tall! Possibly the tallest guy in class, which isn't saying much because there are about 35 i think.. and about.. 15 guys at the most.. (tragic...) I overheard him talking to Jay and saying something about 'the tallest building in the world' so i assumed he was the International student from china..or taiwan.. whichever. I was quite impressed because he spoke very fluent English. almost like a local! Not so suprising anymore when i foudn out today he's actually form Shah alam....

Lydia is probably the one i feel most comfortable talkign to about makeup. How do i know this? Becuase today, in our Intro to Comm. and Human Behaviour lecture, our teacher told us to find out two simple things about our partner. Her first question? ' What brand of mascra do you use?" Given, that i wasn't actually wearing mascara, so i felt rather flattered (i had just curled my lashes that morning, you see). She's your typical popular girl la.. pretty, knows lots of people..Kinda like Krys.. A bit manja-fied, which i like, because finally, some one to accompany me. Lydia has pretty purple braces. They make me want to get braces just so i can get my smile pierced in my favourite colour.

Shirin shares all the same classes with me, so we more or less accompany each other most of the time. She's nice and obviously very smart! (she scored a band seven like me on the english test!!) good english is a sign of intelligence, but i don't count because all those brains are focused on Interact. She actually reminds me of gaya from 5sc1...

Nimi is another cool girl! She was the one who introed herself to me first and she generally gives that dependable friend vibe.. good vibe yeah?

Chandi is an international school student from Jakarta, and did A-levels in Sunway. She's cool, and is not at all superior hoity toity just because she's older. She's friendly and quite witty i should think!

So generally these are the people that I've met so far plus a few others whom i don't know too well yet, but hopefully that will change soon. Jay and Beh are my favourite guy friends, which isn't saying a lot as they are the only guy Friend-Friends I have.. But soon!! i will have a whole collection!! *cackle*

you see what happens when you deprive soemone from co-ed schools?

me.

lookign forward to sunday, because i know only you guys read this.

yuen

Retrospect

I once had to write an essay for my English Composition entitled 'Retrospect'. Because it was an acutal serious essay which would be graded and given marks, and also happened to be the first essay i would write for my new english teacher, Mrs. N, and i obviously wanted to make a good opinion, i wrote typical news type stuff.

So my english composition turned out to be jabberign on and on about George Bush choking on a pretzel *snort* ( i had to put that bit in, my essay needed a bit of humour), the tsunami, duh, and of course, celebrities. The comment that Mrs. N put for me was something about " Well read certainly... + a good writer" i couldn't make out the rest of her comment, her hand writing is rather secretive. That comment sealed my opinion that Mrs. N is the best english teacher i've ever had.

But yes, i do feel that was a pretty good topic because it was pretty general and thus, you could interpret it however you want.

SCHOOL
2005 was pretty much bittersweet. The last year of school is, in my opinion, the most special one, and it holds true to this day. I stepped down from the BOD of Interact, and watched my proteges step up. God, if i ever have children, i don't think i'll be as proud as i was when you see the newbies take their pledge. I bid farewell to my friends, many of whom i shall probably not see for the next decade till our reunion. And i also learned that the school counselling room is a black hole that leads to hell. and that the witch who lives there is like a blood sucking, nerve cringing, favour asking nut who plays favourites. *ahem*

FAMILY
a pretty normal year for the family extension. Cousin got married and gave birth the same year *coughgunshotcough*, New Bambino was named super long and pretentious Sean Nicholas Wai Something Something. New Bambino's 10 year old uncle a.k.a. my 10 year old spoilt cousin who has a tumour is still alive. and still as annoying. On the paternal side of the family, my eldest cousin is still with his girlfriend, whom i actually like. none of the other girlfriends spoke to me at all, so yes, this one is in my good books. Doesn't hurt that she's pretty, so can guarantee that future Chans will be genetically and physically superior. V. Important, as my cousin is the only male of my generation on this side of the family.

ENTERTAINMENT
the world of celebrities!! Many break ups and hook ups;jolie+pitt, hilton dumps richie, yuen+laurie.... *coughdelusioncough* i also discovered a cool celeb gossip blog : Pink is the New Blog at www.trent.blogspot.com check it out! But the star in my book this year definitely goes to House M.D.!!! The Best show on earth. Thank you Astro! Thank you David Shore! Thank you Bryan Singer! Thank you Hugh Laurie! *muaks* The show is so much more than just a medical show! *boo Medical Investigation* The lead character Gregory House, is the star of AXN!! The absolutely brilliant and sarcastic doctor is so bloody sexy in a mature stubbly sort of way. *sigh*
Hugh Laurie or House M.D. at least, had better win a Golden Globe, or else you'll see soem bright red exclamation marks.

a Lovely special shout out to Chien Hwei @ lil adele who turns 16 today! hope you have an excellent week, full of Fun ForeMan-days, Great Hughs-days, um..something something wednesdays.. a great birthday thursday, something something friday and saturday and a WilSon-day!! *snort* muaks!

All I want for Christmas

Just so you know, I don't exactly celebrate Christmas, not religiously anyway. But i do have a lot of Christmas spirit as can be seen by my tradition of sending out piles of Christmas cards, Christmas shopping, and especially my jingle bells ringtone 365 days a year. I have been on my fairly decent best behaviour, so here is my Christmas wishlist, Santa. Read 'em and weep!

First on my list is of course the House M.D. DVD season 1. it includes special cast interviews, and ..um..extra stuff. All i can say is the doctor is in the House! *snort* thank you yeah Hwei!

You may also have noticed (if you looked really closely and watched the House episode 'Poison') that Dr. House wears cool shoes, like the Nike Shox. okay, okay, so i think they're cool because he wears them, yes i'm that shallow, BITE ME. Besides, I need a new pair of shoes. But in a not so manly colour.. maybe like the red pair he owns.....

MAC makes pretty things. I like pretty things. I like pretty Purple things. And i could always use a good set of makeup brushes. it's purely logical. Don't you just love logic?

Not only am I a huge House fan, I'm also a huge Hugh (pronounced hue - thanks Kar) Laurie fan. For the uninitiated, Hugh Laurie plays Dr. Greg-I-have-three-'legs'-but-I'm-still-hot-and-brilliant- House. Hugh is an acccomplished writer who has received rave reviews for his book The Gun Seller which is something like a spoof mystery thriller. I haven't actually seen it in real life, as i have not stepped into a proper bookstore in months, and only recently googled him. So, yes, this would be an excellent present to find under my (imaginary and proverbial) Christmas Tree!

I get a new handphone. It's not a suprise, I WILL get it, but i found this, and it was too pretty not to be shared. It's a nokia 6111 and it's PINK! it's got all the features i want, namely truetone capable, camera, and sms-able. I don't ask for much. REALLY!

wishing you all a very Merry Christmas!

muaks!

ps: if you're not in the christmas mood yet, get into it! I ORDER you to!!!!!

sour puss

ballots are stupid.

they raise people's hopes and they take evil delight in crashing them down when they don't select you. They're like that german word for takign delight in toher people's misery, shadenfreude, or whatever. okay, so i'm a sore loser. Yah to all ballots all over the world!

i really wanted it. fine! i'll just.. sit at home adn sip sparkling juice from carrefour where you can buy the stuff for five bucks a bottle. i'll glug the whole blardy bottle down!

bah humbug

today's blog is all about the men on my to-die-for list. get ready to scream girls.

first up; James Marsters



Best known for his role as that sexy vampire Spike in the Buffy the vampire slayer series, i have just found out that James Wesley Marsters is also a singer. some people find Draco Malfoy in the Harry Potter series hot, but i think Marsters is wayyy hotter. check out that Bad Boy demeanor! the sulk; the pose; the dare-me-to-dare-you attitude. And the leather jacket! wooohhhh! he's got a pretty firm mouth too..mmmmmmm...

bad bit : he looks rather malnourished.





Next : His first movie without a sword or horse is coming out soon. i'm so mad over him i sat ready with my camera when i received a tip off that he was appearing at the MTV awards in Miami. in front of the tv. grr... you don't know how lucky you are, kirsten dunst. stick wih Jake you hear me?

Orlando Bloom! hot beh beh HOT!

I've had a crush on Mark Feehily since i was 14/15, so you can imagine my shock and dismay when he announced he was gay. *sob* but anyway, i still think he's hot. The sweet sensitive one in a boy group ( there's always one) always gets me. He's irish, and God, i love that smile. i have a thing for accents..

i still love you mark!!!

Hugh Laurie

Is

A

God.

Hugh Laurie plays Dr. Gregory House, M.D. on the series House, M.D. He is the best actor i have ever seen, and is so bloody funny! He's so wonderfully British! The dry english wit and humour is something i find extremly. ATTRACTIVE. *drool*

so yes, Hugh Laurie may be the oldest man in my list, but he is certainly the one i respect and adore the most. i want to marry Hugh Laurie. too bad he's already taken...

he's the most remarkable man on my list ; he's an Eton Man, a Cambridge man (he went there to row. Boats. Seriously ) and he's apparently got a great singing voice. He's also an accomplished musician. i've heard him play the piano on House before. It's like nothing i've ever heard. It's so raw and real.

and to top it off, he's extremely intelligent. he just gives off the tortured soul vibe. this picture of him is everything i need to dream! those gorgeous blue eyes, that slightly sweet smirk, the leather jacket, and the MOTOR BIKE. admittedly, i've never been a fan of motor bikes, but God, it's so beautiful to pose with...

oh, btw, photo taken from hughlaurie.net

funny photos

sometimes i'm just plain bored.




I SEE THE LIGHT!!!

fugly and just freaky sights.

several weeks ago, i went to a seafood restaurant near subang jaya airport. while i was eating dinner, my sister and i spotted this incredibly loud lady (in more ways than one) with a hyperactive child, although i'm not sure that was her kid. mothers should be able to behave themselves, but noooooo, not this one. the kid was making such a ruckus, that i turned and happened to look at the lady.

i wanted to puke. she looked as if she had been just released from fashion jail and was looking to be arrested again! any SANE person would tell you that you do not clash patterns! i took a picutre with my sister's phone to let you all see the horrendous sight. you see you see? that lady in black and white.. first of all, the top is so damn fugly on her! makes your fatty bulges even more .. FAT! why on earth would you wear that woman????? and FLORAL PRINTS??!!! HAVE YOU GONE INSANE? only slim and skinny people should wear big prints because they make you look fat, you learn that in living skills, suprisingly. this whole outfit is just... it just... it just renders you speechless. don't harp on me about freedom of ..uh.. clothes. you want to dress like that and embarass yourself, go ahead, but pleaassseeee don't torture other people's vision like that! skali you let some poor depressed person see you and make that person more depressed then go commit suicide. or terrorism! hah! we're right next to an airport you know! you're giving one more reason to maniacs who are planning some other attention gabbing hijack!

"hmm... i wonder if i should risk my life to grab attention for a cause that involves berating americans using God as an excuse while sacrificing hundreds of innocent livews. woah, what is that flash - ARRGHHHH!!! what a horrible sight!!! let me die!!"

that is what a terrorist would be thinking.

on a scarier but at least less disgusting note, as i was walking to the toilet to wash my hands, i heard this terrible noise. (geez, first visually, now aurally. my senses are killing me!) i look to my left and get the second fright of the night.



it's a chicken, in case you can't see it clearly. you may be wondering why a chicken is scary, but it was VERY BIG, i tell you! and it kept opening its wings and flapping them very intimidatingly! and when you're at a seafood restaurant, the last thing you expect to see is a giant clucking chicken ALIVE AND ON THE LOOSE. and this one was extra scary. not like the docile pecking ones that have accepted their fate under the chopper and boiling water.

i got home alive.

yuen