Materialistic me

I know how hard it can be to buy birthday presents, especially for girls, because i don't think most girls like practical gifts. they like luxurious pampering pretty gifts. Well, I usually do, anyway. But I'm sick of getting earrings and candles. Because 1. I don't burn the pretty candles, which is a waste, 2. I don't have ear piercings!

I'm turning 18 in a few weeks, and although I don't expect college friends to remember it, much less celebrate it, I do hope for some <3>
And what better way to express affection for weird lovable me than material gifts!

First on my list : Hair curler

I have no idea what brand this one is. I've been eyeing the Phillips one cause it has multiple styles, so in the event i screw up some curls (which i inevitably will) i can always straighten out the mistake. heheheh.. The saying is very true. Girls with straight hair want curly hair, and girls with curly hair want straight hair. I haven't had straight hair since.. form three when the evil hairdresser/butcher chopped my hair into a horrible bob. My traumatized hair has been wavy ever since. But not the defined loose curls I've always wanted.

see, lovely curls!

Next would be make up! HAH! I'm still hunting for good brushes and other colours of eyeshadow. I am still looking for a dark green shade and am going to buy a metallic blue pencil from TNS as soon as i go shopping! I've also read that Body Shop is going to come out with cream colours! yessssss! and that they're being bought over by L'oreal! which means more fun stuff to play with! *cheers*

I don't want this for a present, because I still don't buy original cds. because I Rip it once, and I never touch it again, so originals are a waste on me. I just don't appreciate it enough! But I'm going to be on the pasar malam lookout for the album by Corinne Bailey Rae.

i *heart* her new song, Put Your Records On uber much, and the chorus (which is the only part i can hum) has been playing in my head since i heard it in Edmund's car. If i get a digital copy of her album from a walking kazaa, then I can save 5 ringgit for like, half an hour of pool. heh!

Other than that, I'd like more necklaces. Specifically, bead necklaces. Like the ones i bought in Pyramid that kind of give the whole tribal jungly vibe. Choker beads look gooooooood on me, cause I look malay-ish enough to get people telling me i look sarawakian. How the heck do you look sarawakian anyway..

prettiness.. Yeah, so they don't look much like the one i always wear, but oh well, I like the whole oriental beads thing. :)

and because I'm a dress fan, but i only really have one actual DRESS, I'm in love with urban&co., which sells super nice dresses, but at not so nice prices unless it's the sales.

AHHHH!! I <3!!

But the absolute best present would be a boyfriend *mutter mutter*

HAHAHAH

heck, a flower and sms would make my day. :D

who said life in the 21st century was easy?

Life in the 21st century is certainly not any easier even after all the 'progress' we've made. Not the internet, not technology. Not when you look at the big picture. They only serve to complicate things. Look at the era where people still wore big wigs and rode around in carriages! They were perfectly content. You didn't have to rush home to tune in to american idol on your plasma liquid hybrid screen (whatever you call it!) in your big ozone-pollutant-spouting vehicle. NO... back then all they did was argue over who got to take out the carriage to the neighbourhood ball. Or what evs.

Yeah, mindless ranting.

because i still can't find the tools/programmes/utilities used to make those super chunted icons. I'm pretty sure you could use photoshop, but i can't afford the original version, nor can i find the free for download version. blah.. I've been looking for the programme or anything similar to it so i can create digital drawings and pictures, but no luck for the past year. Googling doesn't seem to help, or maybe i'm just googling the wrong keywords. I've tried graphic utilities, free programmes, brushes, etc... nothing!

Perhaps it's time to lapse back into the dark ages... Back when people actually did things manually. By hand.

nahhh

Finally some relief

It was almost the most boring day of my life. There was an exam briefing I was supposed to attend at three pm, but I followed Linda to Sunway Uni after BCS and decided that since everybody else wasn't going to listen to the talk, i decided to skip as well. Sunway Uni's AUSMAT was having a charity booth, and Linda's bf, Hafiz as well as some of her friends were involved in it, so i tagged along with Linda.

While we were there waiting for her friends, Linda and I got to talking. Somehow or other we got to talking about my moods, and I finally told her the whole reason behind it. I initially didn't quite plan on telling her all the details, including who it was, but I guess I needed someone to understand the whole story, so now she's one of the few that know. I had to tell her in order for her to understand why I wasn't going to pursue the matter any further, and the stupid complications behind it all. It feels good to have someone know what things are going through my mind when I don't feel like talking or playing pool >_< She gave some ideas, but they all involve self disclosure to him, so no way. no guts.

On another note, jsut how unsafe streets are nowadays was honed into me a few hours ago. pounded into me more like. I had just gotten out of the car and was walking toward the pasar malam, when i heard a shout behind me. I turned around to see this girl sort of running towards me, and I was like thinking "stop fooling around la" Then this motorbike zooms past us, and all this happens in like..five seconds

it turns out it was a snatching. The guy that was with the girl had a scratch on his nose and lost only his handphone, so pretty lucky la. I almost became a near victim because i had been sms-ing at that time when i was walking. It could have been my handphone in the hands of some creepy snatcher with itchy pus filled cursed hands. If the girl/guy had shouted theft or something to identify what was going on, i would have shouldered the fella on the motorbike, cause there were two, and i could easily have knocked one of them onto the ground.. and proceeded to beat him into pulp. Like what's your problem la! you want money, at least go beg for it! Robbers are worse than beggars who can totally work for a living. Robbers are the scum of the earth's rubbish. Snatch thieves are...are.. like... unprocessed toilet water.. or the water that contains little baby worms that grow out and come out from your feet after you drink that water.

GRRRR

Daniel powter doesnt even begin to understand

Yeah, he doesn't. It actually physically hurts. I can't say anything and yet it almost popped out. And when he gives me that look, it's all i can do to stop myself from shouting at him. this is all his fault.

karma is a bitch OMG

OMIGOD!

Karma is a bitch that comes back to bite you in the ass. I so swear to God. Either that or it's fate but that just makes it creepier.

I just kepoh-ed around friendster, and Bad Boy, who i used to crush on, ( still a little bit, to be truthful) as it turns out went to the same preschool as me. I was like .. *blink blink* wait a minute.. that name sounds famil- OMG!THATSTHESAMEPRESCHOOLASMINEOMGOMGOMG

As if that weren't creepy enough, it brought back (crashing) all the memories of this boy who i used to sit with in the bus back home from kindy. He was a bit chubby and serious looking, but i vaguely remember him being the boy i always sat with in the bus, even though he was in a different class. (at least i think he was in a different class, i lost my kindy picture)

But the thing that i remember the most is *kissing* him. (sort of.) Okay, not even kissing la, i was not a horny six-year old. I was a very clumsy and gawky one, if not hyper as well. What happened was on the last day of kindy, we were all lining up to go home. Then he was somewhere in the line, and I was heading towards him trying to muster up the guts to say 'bye', because although we sat together, i don't think i was comfortable enough to be friends with boys at that time so we hardly talked. So there i am, heading towards him, when i trip/get pushed and i fall forwards. towards the side of his face. And in my mind, even till today, I *kind of* ACCIDENTALLY gave him a smackeroo. In reality, maybe i hit him or knocked him unconcious (although i would have remembered THAT) but i still count my first given kiss as that particular moment. Okay not really la, but let me be in denial.

It wasn't until I learned that he was in the same kindy that it jolted me into realizing that Bad Boy and Kindy Boy look remarkably alike. I seriously think they are the same person, although there's a huge chance i could be wrong, of course. But don't you think it's freaky? If I had a picture of him in kindy, and compared it now, you could really see the similarities!!

This is like payback for all my fickleness in crushing. how sad.

bummmerrr

What an emo day. End of exams would usually leave me in a slight state of euphoria, but this time it just left me feeling in a funk. A cocktail combo of many things over the past few days, mainly him, her, and what can only be hormones just left me in a slightly lazy bummed out mode. And i have decided that i am quie fierce when i am in this kind of mood. Even the pool balls obey me when i shouted at it to stop. HAH!! no la, i kept losing until Jay played a one-hand game with me. That was pretty much all i won. ugh. loser! So yeah. I'm bummed. And i don't really even know why. Okay, so I have a vague idea, but it's hardly clear. Not anymore.

On the other hand, I'm becoming addicted to Damien Rice's The Blower's Daughter. Now i know why it sounds so familiar the first time i heard it; it's the soundtrack to the movie Closer. I've been listening to the song at least five times a day. no kidding. It's incredibly beautiful, soft and graceful in a whimsical sort of way. If I could, I would love to catch his concert in Singapore, just to watch him perform this one song live. It would literally bring tears to my eyes.

Things with him are coming close to a collision. I don't think it's healthy to go on like this. I hate not getting the things i want, but it's just painful to want the things I won't let myself get. Maybe it's all in the mind. Maybe it's the whole wanting what you can't have. Whatever it is, i can't wait for some March intake eye candy to take my mind off him.

90 miles outside chicago

Can’t stop driving

I don’t know why

So many questions

I need an answer

Two years later

You’re still on my mind

Whatever happened to emilia earhart

Who holds the stars up in the sky

Is true love once in a lifetime

Did the captain of the titanic cry

Someday we’ll know

If love can move a mountain

Someday we’ll know

Why the sky is blue

Someday we’ll know

Why I wasn’t meant for you

Does anybody know the way to atlantis

Or what the wind says when she cries

I’m speeding by the place where I met you

For the 97th time tonight

Someday we'll know

If Love can move a mountain

Someday we'll know

Why the sky is blue

Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you

Someday we’ll know

Why samson loved delilah

One day I’ll go

Dancing on the moon

Someday you’ll know

That I was the one for you

I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow

I watched the stars crash in the sea

If I could ask God just one question

Why aren’t you here with me?

Someday we’ll know

Why sampson loved delilah

One day I’ll go

Dancing on the moon

Someday you’ll know

That I was the one for you

Bee in my bonnet - Someday we'll know - New Radicals

exams..fun..exams

Mid sem exams aren't exactly what i expected, i must say. Okay, so I don't know what i expected, but it's certainly a bit suprising. In what way I don't know. I know, I'm confusing myself as well.

Imcomm was pretty okay. Laswell's model was a cinch, and subsequent questions were crap-able, so not too bad, considering i only started studying on Saturday.
MHL was my expected worst. I mean, come on! History?!! But to my absolute suprise it was pretty okay. I'm sure a lot of it was wrong, but there weren't any questions that were left blank, and it was general enough to insert *again* crap.
ICHB was almost enjoyable. I panicked a bit during the essay bit because i wasn't too sure if the tool for self-awareness was the Johari Window, so i chose the effective listenign techniques question. 15 minutes later, and a page essay, i discover i can't remember which type of listenign techniques they want, like, body language or thinking bit?? so i cancel the whole page and start writing all the Johari i can remember. barely finished the Undiscovered self, which i later discover i mixed up, because it's actually the unknown self. Bah...
After ICHB, we had a break before computer theory. So we go play pool. Had fun to the point of forgetting that we actually had exams later. It was terrific to play pool again after the hols. It was horrible to play pool and get my ass kicked by Jay who 'lost his mojo'. We walk into exam late, but just in time for the paper to start. And to my horror, found i could hardly answer any of the questions. Tembak-d 90% of the MCQs, and inserted the crappiest crap in the fill in the blanks section. When i reach the short answers section, i can barely crap for three out of five, and I soooo didn't know what the heck was OLE and VRML. so i left it blank. and went to sleep.

I had like. 35 minutes to sleep for the rest of the exam. i actually planned to rest my eyes a bit and see if anything miraculous popped into my mind, but ended up in Lalaland. Mid way through my nap, i get one of those sudden falling in air feelings, and jolt awake. (barely)

*looks around*

Beh zoning out. Staring in mid air. Chandni scribbling. Grace looking at me and trying not to laugh.

*turns around*

Jay asleep

*goes back to sleep*

today we had our computer practical. It was a bit nervy for me becuase i am absolutely sure i got zero for the theory part, so i needed the practical to balance it. I couldn't make sense of the notes, so i decided that worst come to worst, there is always the little help button...hehehe

Because the exam was only starting at one, Chandni, Tun, Jay, Grace and I had agreed to meet up at Ming Tien restaurant for dim sum at nine. I reached school at eight, and met Thomas, and he asked if he could tag along. Then Chandni decides she's super sleepy when she calls me and says she's not going for breakfast. Then Jay who calls me later, reaches there before us, so he wants to go back home and sleep. I was practically shouting at him to stay off the bus that would take him back to his bed, and he was all "I'm getting on the bus, bye", then the boy hangs up on me!! Then right at that moment, Tun comes to pick us up, and I'm all pissed off because now there are only three of us. Plus, I'm all sulking at Jay because he's not there and none of us know where the restaurant is. It's like an internal mutiny!

@@*%^!!))$()@*$)@ jay all.. abandon us all.. go back to SLEEP all! @&*$(2*&!@* *grumble grumble... give him silent treatment then he know...what call call now la.. THOMAS, ANSWER MY PHONE, I DON'T WANNA TALK TO HIM. ohh look, dim sum..yum...

We find the restaurant (because Jay sms-ed it was next to TOA and pyramid, so yeah, not hard to find) and I feel Bad!!! There is no halal food that i can see that Tun can eat, so Okay la, no big loss anyway, cause its hard to eat dim sum with only three people, no syok la. Then we head to this kopitiam. After ordering, Jay calls. I make Thomas answer cause I'm still sulking. Then it turns out that Jay has a conscience after all because he's at the restaurant and wondering where the heck we are. Laughing my head off, I go and fetch him. And i walk ALLL the way around the block only to find that i cold have just walked straight through. -_-"

So there I am waiting outside the Ming Tien restaurant. So embarassing, because I can't help but stare longingly at the Siu mai on other people's table... *drool*. And I'm wondering , where the heck is he la??!! I call him three times and he's sulking now because he's not picking up my calls! haha! Exasperating man... Then i have to call Tun to call Jay to ask him where he is. I got strange looks from people around me because i might have been a little loud and indignant.. *ahem* FINALLY after Tun telling me to look in the air cond room, I find him there giving me his smirky little grin. As cool as his shuet char. I say....

Then we kidnapped Linda!

No la, I called her and told her we were coming to pick her up in ten minutes. After wailing that she was still in pajamas, we drove up in front of this yellow house, which according to Tun was her house. I'm all like "eh i go press doorbell okay!!" but i chicken out last minute. Thank God, because it turns out that it wasn't her house at all and Tun wanted to trick me into pressing the doorbell!!! finally, we find Linda's house. I go down to bug her about coming with us because she was dilly dallying (funny word that). And the fellas drive off! And I'm standing there in blank shock. I peer out the gate. cannot see them. Peer out some more. Then they come driving back.

*glare*

*flip finger*

When we go to Jay's house, have to wait a while while waiting for him to ensure his room is underwear-free. The we play LIFE! i tell you, i miss that game so much. That and monopoly. We thrashed thomas by ganging up on him and taking away all but one of his LIFE tiles. HAHAHAHAH!! I ended up in third place with 1.5 million.

Then we had lunch in pool, or rather i stole some of Linda's fish and chips. I didn't win a single game......:( Practical was suprisingly easy. mail merge suddenly made sense. the moral of the story? play before exams. HAH!

Bimbo mush

SPM results came out yesterday. The night before, i was totally cool about it. Absolutely couldn't care less, stress less, or excited less. In fact, i stressed more over where to eat after getting results than teh actual results. I mean, I'm already in college, I should bloody well get at least 5 credits, which is the requirements on my conditional offer, so no impact really. But it turned out to be like SPM itself. I wasn't nervous right up to the last minute.

I had daddy pick me up after IMCOMM exams, and he drove me to school. I get there, meet up with Anaz, Lavi, Francine, and Kareen. We hang around the canteen waiting for results there (eeeww, what a great environment, NOT), because the hall is being used for the ABRSM theory exams. (ppfft. thank God that's over with). I expected results to be out at ten a.m., but they took a long time doing the analysis, and results only came at 11.

To be truthful, yeah i was curious about the results, and excited, but really, not nervous. I expected 5as, no more, no less. Before i got the results, my thoughts were

English - I will commit suicide if i get anythign less than a1 for english. I so swear. Guaranteed A.

Eng. Lit - One subject i really wanted to score in because i really loved the subject and had worked my brain off. It would have sucked if I had done badly for a subject i had so enjoyed. Got chance la for A.

BM - credit.. please..credit.. i don't want to have to take Bahasa Kebangsaan in college. Best hope - B4

Add Math - pass.. please pass... puuuhh leeeeeeeese Best hope - C6/5

Math - I have to get an a.. or Daddy will kill me.. A... or i will kill myself as well..because it was so easy..So okay, guaranteed A.

Moral - Oh God, i wish i hadn't written so much for that last essay. I kind of regret skipping all those moral classes now..Okay la, i don't regret it.. Best hope - A2

EST - what a joke subject. Guaranteed A, or there's a conspiracy against me.

History - I can't even tell you how many states there are in M'sia. I have to take a while before remembering that the red and white stripes represent the states. I used to barely scrap through history with marks like 40+. in form three!! (14, by the way. i told you i was slow) Although i am forever grateful to myself for checking the answers from the objective paper - i read the answers for Chinese Exam system. *smirk* Best hope - C5

Physics - I love physics. It's like math. Logic rules. The only science subject that i could score an A consistently in during school exams. Guaranteed A.

Biology - Oh lord, please let me be able to get Pn. Rose to be proud of me..... I actually do like the subject. I just can't answer the questions! Best hope - B3/4 (experiment was pretty easy)

So there. 5 expected A's. then I go to Pn. Nuraini and take the slip from her.

Chan.. Yin Khuan?

Ah? Uh.. No la Cikgu..

*Francine laughing* - No la teacher, Yuen Yee la!

*roll my eyes*

*hands me slip*

woah, a B4.. what's that ah.. oh BM.. right right, count number of A's first. Shit, so many different numbers. look at a's, look at a's... Hm.. one two three .. speed up speed up scan for anomalies.. *scan*

eh.

no anomalies. okay, ten subjects. take away BM for b.. ten minus one = nine.

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HOLY CRAPPY SHITTY F***ING COW HELL

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

"Eh. Cool" (brain hasn't caught up with mouth yet. mouth on autopilot, received information from eyes that saw no Cs)

*brain catches up*

*SCREAMS*
*hyperventilate*
*jumps around*
*more SCREAMING*
*hugs*

just so you know, my thinking process happened in a few seconds. maybe a few seconds too long, but what the hey. So yeah. Nine A's. HUGE shocker. especially Add Math. I kept telling people that i scored an A for Add math when i had only ever passed twice in my whole life. Even then i passed by a few measly marks.

I called Daddy first

harlo? daddy ah?

Ah, So how? (note he didn't even say hi, hee hee)

Ah.. i got nine.

Nine?.... ( you can totally hear his silent suprise here) Oh okay, that's good!

Ahh..B fo BM.

How about Add math? (not a suprise question to those who know my nerdy dad)

HAHAAHAHAHH... i got A2.

OH. okay.. good good..

compared to my mom

Halo Mi ah? I got nine

*screams*

hahahah... Then i get a call later from my sis, and she's just as suprised as I am, although Kyle's bro got all A1's or something like that.. But i don't care la cause I exceeded my expectations, and it's a nice feeling. Tra la la la la laaaaaaa! wheeeeee

After celebrating and screaming and jumping around with the rest of them (scored all a's duh) we had a nice time talking to Pn. Many, my physics teacher. Then we lunched at Chilli's in MV, and shopped around for a bit. Phones kept beeping with SMSes and calls from students and relatives, and most of everybody scored pretty well. Don't know anybody who failed, although i did hear about one girl from the lower classes failing BM. major ouch.

So yeah. the excitement has pretty much worn off. Mostly because it was totally luck. well, the extra 4As anyway. So i don't feel like i've earned it because i do know my own standards, and my standards are nowhere near 9As. In fact, the lack of math for the past four months have turned my brain into bimbo mush. So like.. I'm a bimbo! Without the looks.. But I like the delusion that I can be. hahah!!!

*hugs and kisses to all SPM-ers*

peace outtttt

weekend-er

playing on my mind - The Blower's Daughter~Damien Rice

Saturday was spent at the library again. Supposedly to have a study group, but we all know how those turn out. Kit, Tun, Linda and I hung at library talking till Jay came and we all headed to Pyramid for lunch. It's interesting to hang out with guys. We checked out butts, or rather Kit did, and Linda and I criticized his choices. There are so many fat asses out there who are under delusions that they look good in tight thin skirts that show off VPL. UGH!

So later, i was left alone at pyramid.. ALONEEEEE

I will tell you right now, it was not an experience i will ever want to repeat! Tun had to go fetch his bro and Jay followed him. Linda got a ride with Kit who had to leave. So that left me alone. for two hours.

Call me Princess, Call me siu jie. I hate being alone in ANY situation. Paranoia hits me. People who walk past are leering at me, the old man who is waiting for his wife turns into a creepy old pervert, the group of foreign workers who look at me are plotting to kidnap me or mug me. I feel UNSAFE!

So i buy a copy of Seventeen, find a bench and sit in the middle so no one can sit with me, plug my ears with my ZEN, and start reading. veeeeery sloooowwllllyyy.. Now i know why i rarely see women shop alone. It's PATHETIC. nobody shops alone! its almost like..an oxymoron. or a paradox. It's just wrong.

Sunday was much better. Spent the day at Sunway Lagoon with some cousins and family. I told Daddy to go straight past Pyramid to the parking lot where Tun and Kit always park, but why listen to me? I'm only the person who goes there to shop and eat lunch and watch movies there. Nooooooo, instead he has to listen to Mum who obviously remembers very well the last time we went there which was probably a year past ago. So we end up parking at the hotel parking. Then we walk for like 15 minutes to the hotel pool, only to find that the entrance to the wet park is closed, because they've closed the surf pool for renovation. so we walk back, and all the way through Pyramid to the entrance. Half and hour's walk. Imagine that. i could have deprived us of half an hour's of excercise if they had listened to me. How lucky.

Dry park was a bit of a bore for me. I only went on two rides: the snake head thingy and the river rapids. The snake ride is oen where you go up on an agonizingly slow pace and come wooshing down at what must be a 45 degree angle. It's a bit of a rush becuase you float for a milisecond, and there are no seatbelts or anything whatsoever. Just two metal bars at the side that you can feel your hands sliding off when you're going up. so yeah, i have a bruise on my right arm from pressing it so hard against the 'log' when we were flying off. Rapid Rivers was a total let down. the pump-y things that spout water from the top didn't work, so it was essentially a water ride. LAME. Sunway lagoon, you suck! at least the dry park. so many of its rides didn't work. blahhh

the wet park was better. I'm thinking i need a new swimsuit becuase my tankini fit fine, but it seemed to have gone shorter. not smaller, but shorter, which is terribly odd, because i havent grown much since i got the swimsuit. I spent most of the time pushing my seven year old cousin in the float round and round, seeing as how i can't swim. i was hoping to even out the colouring on my chest and arms, but i can't see much of a difference now really. bah, back to wearing tshirts.

soulmates

13 SIGNS OF YOUR SOULMATES

you've probably already read this on a chain letter or friendster, but.. what evs.



13. When your on the phone with them late at night and they hang up but you miss them already when it was just five minutes ago... um, no, haven't spoken on the phone like that.
12. You read their texts over and over again... i admit that.. it's true. even the lame no significance ones.
11. You walk really slow when you're with them... i would, but i'd get left behind.
10. You feel shy whenever you're with them... less and less, thank god.
9. When you think about them, your heart beats faster and faster... *heart attack* *arhythmia*
8. You smile when you hear their voice... yeah, it's like a bloody reflex.
7. When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you... all you see is him/her... well, i am super clumsy around him...
6. You start listening to slow songs, while thinking of them... all the time.
5. They become all you think about... well, not ALL the time.
4. You get high just from their scent... um. gross. but i do get happy when i see his favourite scent.
3. You realize that you're always smiling to yourself when you think about them... *grin*
2. You would do anything for them... even stepping aside and keeping my mouth shut.
1. While reading this, there was one person on your mind the whole time... whyyy..whyyyy you!but then... why not you.

bad luck with my stick

I am having BAD luck with my cue stick. okay, not MY cue stick, but basically i mean i suck at pool now. I just lost all but two games today. And I played quite a few games! like... an hour before class and another hour after. Plus, i whacked Jay AGAIN UNINTENTIONALLY... the ball jumped again.. I blame it all on the cold temperature in the club. i had to take off my blazer because it was terribly constricting, and all i had on was a spag top that showed off FATS. Plus i was wearing the skirt that keeps riding up, so that adds to the coldness. So i kept missing. And when i miss near shots, i get pissed with myself. And when i get pissed with myself, i start swearing like anything. In my defence, I am very competitive. And i only swear during pool. So yes..

My ball almost hit some balls

I would like to start my saying it was a completely unintentional accident!

but still bloody hilarious nonetheless.

What happened was after class was over, me and Linda were supposed to go for the student council meeting, at 3:15. While waiting for time to pass, Jay and I went to play pool *yay*. I was taking my shot at the middle pocket, which was a pretty direct hit, all i had to do was shoot it straight in front. Jay was standing directly behind the middle pocket, and told me to aim lower. So of course i listen to the sifu who taught me how to play right! so I aim lower, but then!

the ball jumped.

and by jumping, i mean it hopped off the table.

and hit Jay's..um.. area

again, i repeat, it was a total ACCIDENT!

And besides, i don't think it hit him that hard.. he didn't buckle over too much or anything... i hope.. I don't know, i was laughing too much. But anyway, we managed like four games on fourty five minutes, and i won like.... one...i think... yeah, i'm pretty sure i won..i think... i can't remember anything except for the "balls" incident. MUAHHAHAHAH!!!

So yes, after that, i went for the student council meeting with Linda. They were fillign up the leftover posts which had nobody from last week's meeting. Linda got the post of assistant Promotions and Advertising. Then they came to Logistics, which even the Advisor said would be more of a guy's job because it had to do with moving stuff, and basically manual stuff la, i guess. But the way the guy described what the job entails, the more it sounded like stuff I'd already done in Interact for almost three years. So Chandni nominated me. And no one else got nominated.

So by default, i got the post, without even going through the second-ing of the nomination. hah!!!

and the best thing about it!

WE GET BUSINESS CARDS!

how cool is that!!!!

I'm already looking forward to post break exams.. i can't believe I'm actually enjoying college this much. This is fun-ness!

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