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Sunday, December 28, 2008


I've just been to a wedding luncheon this afternoon at the Golden Sun Restaurant in Kuchai Entrepreneur's Park. We got there a little early actually as there were only a few people there. We took our seats and as time passed, we unwrapped the gift candy they usually put on your plate as a little thank you gesture, which turned out to be that kind of Chinese soft candy, and chatted about various things. After the tea ceremony, they finally started serving the food, with a rather noisy and not-so-glamorous way. While eating, we just chatted about the few things that we hadn't chatted about before. The food was quite nice, but while discussing about where and when my grandmother wanted her birthday dinner (she's near 80), my godmother commented that the food at the Overseas Restaurant near my school was better.

I know that my godmother and a small number of other relatives read my blog, although not very frequently, but I'll be quite honest. In a way, I really hate my sister. I dunno her real thoughts and all that, but this is what I feel. She's worn the dress that I chose from Envee for the second time today. And she's wearing MY clothes out, and although I know we have always shared tops and bottoms, I'm NOT comfortable with it. Everytime she gets a new boyfriend, I feel that she rubs it in that I'm still single till now (my Form 1 relationship does NOT count). Everytime I tell her that I have a crush on someone, she has something to criticize about the guy. I know what my elders will tell me, 'You're still studying right now and it would be better if you concentrated on your studies.' and after the wedding luncheon today, my godmother commented aloud, 'At the restaurant all the waiters were staring at *my sister's name*'. This is not a message written in a time of confusion. I've been keeping my feelings in for a really long time. I could have told my mother or my sister directly about it, but I chose not to because the percentage of getting scolded about it is pretty high.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Bacon macaroni

For some reason, I'm feeling really pissed today. Maybe it's hormones. Anyway, I went to work at about 2pm today as my aunt had other things to attend to regarding the renovation of the new office (I think). When we got to the office, the first thing my aunt and I did was eat. She had made some bacon macaroni with button mushrooms. Really nice. So the next time I'm gonna make spaghetti (yes, I know, very messy) with either chicken soup, mushroom soup or cheese and herbs spaghetti sauce. And to grate some cheddar cheese on top, I've devised a way of placing a couple of slices of the cheddar cheese into the freezer overnight, then it'll be hard enough to grate. But this method has not gone through experimenting yet, so I would not suggest anyone try this yet.

So about the whole day I've been making quotations and filing quotations. I like quotations, I even like how they spell quotations. Maybe it's 'cause it's something like filling a form (I love filling forms, regardless of what form they are). The jar of chocolate cookies I put at the office has not been finished yet.

I'm getting my PMR results on the 30th. I think that day will be the end of my life. So now I'll proceed to playing mindless and childish games. Listening to 'Tilted' by Lupe Fiasco.

Friday, December 19, 2008

BBQ + office work

Well, maybe the reason for the frequency of this blogging is that there's almost too many things happening during the time that I am bored and usually I'm not an important character in that particular incident so I'm just writing it down...

A few days ago at dinner, I asked my mum whether I could get a couple more piercings, this time helixes. I thought she would just ask, where, when, how, how much, that sort of thing, then only decide, but she just said no. The reason? Still studying, have to wait till I graduate. The good thing about my mum is that she would allow many things. About all this body modification, do what you like, but just don't go beyond boundaries. What she would not stand is a messy room or desk, staying for a party till 12am on a working day and stuff like that.

18th December, I woke up at around 11am. After dawdling for a while, I went to buy my weekly magazine, which appeared to be not that worth it as I got blisters - yes, blisters - wearing slippers and walking too quickly. After that, I switched on the computer, I forgotten what I did, I only remember copying a couple of recipes then my mum called to confirm the time of the barbecque party. Then I called my friend who was supposed to lead me (plus my mum and sis) to the venue of the party (my classmate). She confirmed the place and time of meeting. At 6.15pm, I started getting ready for the party, which is about the exact time my mum came back from work. I hastily pulled on my jeans and long T-shirt, put on a light bit of makeup (although not very visible in the evening and night sky), got everything into my bag, pulled on my socks and canvas shoes and we were off.

It took us quite a while to see each other and to actually get to his house as it was quite hard to find. When we got there, we went in, and just lolled around before actually grabbing something to eat or even drink (the drinks were almost all finished, what's left was ginger beer, which turned out to be quite nice later on). We started off with a batch of sausages. I grabbed a black pepper marinaded fish fillet and just left it on the barbecque thing... After a while, the host's dad brought out a large bowl of hot spaghetti and a separate bowl of meat bolognese sauce. Quite nice. After a while, we started barbecqueing chicken wings marinaded in olive oil (I think) and garlic. Half way through barbecqueing my wing, someone asked me whether the fish fillet on the rack was mine... Hehe... I ate it anyway, it was a little dry, but delicious.

While waiting for my chicken wing to cook, I helped a couple of friends barbecque a couple of fish fillets and marinaded prawns. At last, my chicken wing was done. Yet halfway through eating it, the host threw a squeezed lemon at my group of girls to get our attention to say that is was time for the photography session. I left my chicken wing, thinking to finish eating it later. The whole photography session took about half an hour (we only took about 8 pictures). After the photography session, I went out to finish my chicken wing, risking food poisoning as it was drizzling. We Bluetoothed a couple of music files to each other and at about 10.15pm, my mum called to fetch me home.

Well, this morning my alarm did ring at 9.30am, the exact time that I should wake up to prepare for everything for work the following afternoon. Instead, I snoozed and snoozed till 11am. I was like, OMG!!! I rushed to get cleaned up (I just remembered that I forgot tobrush my teeth... yuk...) and dressed. Before putting on any makeup, I went downstairs to prepare my lunch box. I was thinking of the leftover spaghetti from last week (I know, probably inedible), but then I found that my grandmother had planned to make lunch out of it with the can of Campbell's Cream of Chicken soup she went out to buy, on purpose, not knowing that we had a couple more cans of chicken soup left in the cupboard. Well, I passed on the spaghetti and just extracted a packet of instant noodles randomly from the noodle basket and decided to make 'dry' asam laksa noodles. After putting the cooked noodles in the lunchbox container and draining the excess water from the pot to get to the bits of noodles at the bottom, I put the powdered asam laksa soup into the noodles, mixed, then added a very little bit of chilli powder and freshly ground black pepper. Tasted quite nice, but by the time I got round to eating it, it was unreasonably dry.

At work, I started off with a huge pile of letters that needed stamps. After that we did filing till we went home, which was about 6.45pm. While my aunt was pulling her hair out filing his stuff, my aunt's husband (aka Managing Director) was reading about zodiac signs. Well, after that I got home, meowed at a kitten, ate my dinner, copied a couple of Japanese phrases into my book, bathed, watched my sis play Facebook application games, then now I'm blogging and playing with my pet on Facebook. Night!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Chocolate cookies

The barbecque party is coming up, and the host says it's starting at 7pm, so maybe I'll skip Thursday at the office... Just a thought, I'll first try to confirm.

Well, I wasn't at work yesterday and am not at work today 'cause on Monday my aunt had two meetings so she couldn't teach me anything and today 'cause she had a Taiwanese acquaintance (I'm saying this 'cause I don't know exactly who he is) over and was up till 2am. As for yesterday, at least I had something to occupy my time with, which is making cookies. I had the idea earlier on, but then it got postponed till Monday for various reasons. The recipe is actually my mum's, so it was quite simple. At about 3pm, I got everything ready and thawed the butter for creaming. While waiting for it to soften, I measured out the flour, cornflour and cocoa powder then sifted it by batches 'cause it was a lot of powder (in total about 400g of powder). The sugar I needed was just enough. As for separating the egg yolks from the egg whites (I needed the whites only), it was quite a failure as I broke both of the yolks. After a long time of waiting, decided to cut the butter into pieces so that they would thaw faster. Finally, I could start creaming the butter with the sugar. After creaming, I was to 'add the whites slowly and cream till well mixed'. Instead, I poured to egg whites by halves, that means I literally poured one whole white in at a time.

After mixing, it was time to mix in the sifted powders to 'create a soft dough'. It took me a whole 2 hours to mix in all the powders. Finally, I buttered two pans, put the cookie dough on and baked them for about 15 minutes. After taking them out, the cookies in the larger pan was alright, but those on the smaller pan were all burnt on the bottoms as it was nearer to the heat at the bottom of the oven. And so, I baked all of them in batches (by myself) and I've reserved one jar of it (not very much but should be enough) to bring to the office for the staff to try...

So, I'm playing Flatbread Express on

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

'Filth in the Beauty' is by far the GazettE's best single, apart from 'Cassis', 'Reila' & 'Guren'...

I know it's a long blog title, but I just can't help it! The GazettE is just too wonderful, too awesome, too cute, too GODLY!! (I mean in the J-rock & visual kei stream) Kai's drums are just so cool!! Ruki's voice is beautiful!! Uruha & Aoi's skills with the guitar are... And Reita... Together, they're just so AWESOME!!!

Alright, enough with the obsessing with GazettE. Sorry the book's not coming on, but I just stopped there, and can't figure out how to continue. Anyway, my godmother just gave me a little help so I might be finished with the first chapter by May next year... Hehe... Call me crazy, whatever, but I've just typed out a few lists - lyrics that I have in hand and of the songs that I currently have, categorized as Japanese & Korean, English & Spanish, Chinese & soundtracks. Soundtracks contains all the songs from mostly games (online, PS2, whatever), 'cause the songs from movies and all that are in their respective folders already. In total, I have 569 songs in total, that I've keyed into the list anyway. But the properties shown in My Computer there are 791 songs, or rather, files. Unless I've missed our more than 200 songs from my song archive (which is not very likely), there's no way this could happen.

I'm at home today, no work. 'Yahoo!' for not having to do any work, 'Boohoo!' for not being able to go out and bored to death at home.

Sunday, December 7, 2008


I just came back from Mid Valley with my sister, mother and godmother. Mostly to shop for Christmas presents. We went there and stopped at the L'Occitane promotional booth for most of the time. After that, we went to Nando's for lunch. After having lunch, we headed shopping again for my Christmas present - a pair of patent leather, square-toed, stiletto-heel boots that goes slightly higher up pass the ankle, and of course, black. My mum said that it would be hell to find. Not quite. It's quite easy to find in Berjaya Times Square and/or Sungei Wang, but then it's in the city centre, which is quite far away, and there are a lot of people there, plus more, not many people would slowly accompany me a whole day walking through an entire mall looking for a pair of lousy boots. I don't want just boots, I want that kind of boots and I want good quality boots. If not I would have already bought it at the night market near home.

As we were going to leave, my godmother and my sister had a McDonald's sundae cone each, so we had to wait for them to finish their sundaes. While waiting we talked about a girl we saw at an apparel shop in the mall. The girl was slightly more than chubby, and she chose a green, strapless, bubble-skirt dress. The salesgirl tending to her tried tying a sash around her waist as a belt and she complained that it made her look fat. I was like, that's how you are, there's no 'make me look', unless you're talking about a really model-like figure, you put the sash on and then it makes you look fat, that can be tolerated. Oh well... But the dark and light blue kimono top there was really nice, but it was RM229. While eating the sundae, we also talked about the lastest trends. We reached the topic of visual kei. My godmother gave a very ugly comment with her face screwed up. She said that 'if you're a guy, you're a guy, why put all this makeup? It makes them look so sissy'. At that point, I thought to myself, 'If later I become something like that (which is exactly what I'm intending to do), you'd better keep your comments to yourself'... I mean, that's the whole point of visual kei, if not why would they put the word 'visual' there? Maybe they should look up the word 'visual'...

I'm really pissed right now. If the people like to dress up that way, just shut up and let them be. Later if I do become a part of visual kei (it's not very likely, but there's still a chance), I wanna see their faces.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

REALLY bored...

Something's wrong with Friendster, it's unusually laggy... Well, this proves I'm not the ultimate angel after all... I'm feeling really sleepy right now and it's only 9am... I haven't had my coffee yet... I slept at 10pm last night...

This was how it all went. We got back from the office (my sister and I) at about 7pm, I watched a little bit of TV, then went upstairs wanting to just dawdle around a little... After a while of looking at the computer screen, I noticed that part of what I was seeing was somehow blurred to the extent that I can't see it at all. Then a nerve in my left eye was occasionally throbbing with a sharp pain. So I had a little nap on the deflated air bed that we have. When I woke up, I went for a little dinner - my grandmother's flavoured rice. The ingredients: pork or chicken pieces, mushrooms (soaked), dark soy sauce, fish sauce, anything else you want that goes with everything above, and of course, rice. Simple and easy, just cooked in the rice cooker itself... Delicious, and it already represents a serving of fully nutritional food. After eating maybe 10 tablespoons of it (which is the whole bowl), I felt really tired, and nauseous... After a bath, I situated myself in front of the sink in case I really did throw up. I did, just a little bit. After that I took a Panadol Acti-fast (paracetamol) and went to sleep, with some difficulty actually...

So this morning, I found that it was 8am when I woke up. My godparents just came up from Singapore. Now my grandmother's making breakfast for everyone.

I'm listening to Cassis by The GazettE.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

The GazettE rocks!!

Another day of work, after almost a whole morning of snoozing... I slept at 1am last night after finishing a day in Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life. I'm now planting lots of turnips, a few rows of tomatoes and 5 melons (melon seeds are expensive). I've just bought some grape, peach and apple seeds to plant in my patch of land near the chicken coop.

I've missed an issue of ePop... It's kinda bugging me that I missed out one issue... My sis came back from work and she said that there was currently no stock of ePop, but I think she was talking about the DVD rental shop she's working in on Tuesdays and Thursday. I dunno when she's going where because she's working at two places now.

Working at Munters is kinda nice, maybe because the people there are really friendly and my grandmother's niece's husband is the managing director there... Hmm.. Oh well, I'm currently in a GazettE craze... I just found a solution to make my muted Internet audio, well, unmuted! Just because of that, I was overjoyed as I finally could watch the videos I've been piling up in Youtube, and also see some GazettE videos... I just realized that most of the visual kei musicians, those I love right now any way, that is Miyavi and The GazettE, and maybe other musicians, are really cool and serious in their photos, but they're actually very cute... That's what I think anyway...

I've had a really wierd dream lately... I dreamt that I was in a kinda school for all ages run by my secondary school's ex-vice principal, and one of the staff was my primary 4 math teacher (who is kind of a maniac at times). There were spare parts of animals in the science section of the school. Then after a while, the math teacher got possessed (by whom I don't know) and he started murdering all the students one by one... For some reason I get these really wierd dreams, although I think why I dreamt the possession was because I just defeated Vegnagun and Shuyin in FFX-2, and in a short clip it showed that Baralai was possessed by Shuyin and Nooj planned to shoot Baralai in order to defeat Shuyin and Vegnagun. But in the end, the Gullwings defeated it and him.

My mum and sis are now in Penang most likely, it's actually my mum's business trip, but since it's the school holidays, she brought my sister along while we stay at home to work... My friend just informed me of a barbecque party at my old crush's place on 18th December and from about 8am-12pm... I could make 8am, but I have to go to work at about 11am ... But now's she's told me I have mistakened the time. It's the same date, but 8pm-12am... And I thought they were going to have a barbecque party in the morning.

I'm now listening to Guren by The GazettE...

Monday, December 1, 2008

Work, work, work, GazettE, work...

Work is important, especially during the holidays. It keeps you from wasting your parents' money paying excessive electric bills that you build up while using the PC or PS or XBox or whatever 24/7. And while working, you also help yourself by earning some money for future use, which is very good assuming you want to move out from your parents' house as soon as you are able to drive by yourself and mature enough to take care of yourself in the 'wild', or assuming that you want to quickly finish college/university and prepare yourself to go to the country that you want to migrate to. It's good. But the important things are, you socialize more with people and you become more open to new people. In my opinion, people who are introverts (that includes myself) or people who are not very social can't really be country leaders. Rock stars, Hollywood stars, world-class models, yes, but not at the rank where you have to make extremely important decisions (except during parenthood where you have to think up names for your kid, how to educate them, etc., don't misunderstand, I'm still underage, but I'm just saying...). As like me, I just want to be a famous V-kei star in a band that performs music in various styles and languages, if that doesn't happen, I'll perform solo. My wishes will be posted on my other blog, I forgot the URL, but it says there 'それわ、愛してる', or something like that. It's gonna be a long list and it's gonna expand as time goes by.

Why am I writing so many things anyway? It's not like I have a very active and eventful life that I have to update my blog every few days. Oh, well...

Saturday, November 29, 2008


I was supposed to update the blog yesterday, but I was at work and at night I was too busy watching V for Vendetta and Final Destination 3. More FD3 than V anyway. I've just finished my second week of work (just a few days of the week) and just yesterday I got my salary!! RM5/hour, which totals up to ... I'm not telling you, just in case you come rob me at night. xP

Yesterday was supposed to be the last day for one of the sales department staff, Rodzy. She's a nice lady, friendly, jovial. In the afternoon, Ms Ang, my aunt and I went for brunch at a kopitiam near the office. While eating we chatted about things at school. I had a hot lemon tea with kaya and butter toast, while we shared a serving of rather fatty Hainan chicken rice. I finished up what they couldn't finish, then we went back to the office. I did my filing, typing, printing, scanning, emailing and faxing. At about 4pm, we ordered pizza and Rodzy bought a moist chocolate cream cake. A while after the pizza arrived, we started the little farewell party. Rodzy gave a little speech and we dug in. I had two slices of pizza, a breadstick, a small bit of cake and almost a whole seafood lasagne. So after that little party I think I've gained a couple more kilogrammes. I got home at about 2000+, bathed, then flew downstairs to watch V, just about then my mum got back from work, and she also bought McDonald's for us. I had the Spicy Chicken McDeluxe xP.

I'm now trying to listen to Reila by The GazettE.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Office life - first day

The holidays are here, my aunt's facing a little shortage of staff, so I went to her office to help her out. She picked me up at about 1230 then drove straight to her office. There was only a couple of staff members in the office when we arrived. We were introduced, then my aunt assigned my work. I was to do some filing, lots of typing and some other stuff. She taught me what I needed to know for that day's work one by one. The Internet server was down almost the whole time, which really harassed my aunt as she wanted to check her inbox in Outlook for interview request e-mails. Anyway, as I was typing a list of quotations(?), another couple of staff members entered the office, both guys and one of them oh-so-cute. After I was finished typing the list, I continued my filing which I started doing long before I started typing the list as the list was more important. By the time I looked at the clock, it was already about half past five. I finished my filing, cleared up the cluttered desk, put everything back into place and waited for my aunt to pick me home.

The next day was a home day, and I stayed home and played all day? I dunno, the whole day was too monotonous to remember, so was the next. Today, however, I awakened at 1000 but then fell asleep again till about 1200 (that's why I'm a panda). I just remembered. On Thursday night we watched 'The Scorpion King' starring Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson and Kelly Hu. I love The Rock... I had a small tray of Chipsmore Hazelnut cookies for breakfast, and cheese cocktail white bread hot dogs with mayo and hot English mustard and a fried egg. Simple, fuss-free and delicious, not to mention filling.

I'm listening to 'Forever Love' by X Japan.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Bite me..

Word of advice to all dog owners or dog lovers or people who are very close with dogs, don't go near a dog if he growls when you try to touch him. I tried to carry me dog the other day, he thought I was going to punish him for the puddle he made somewhere, so he growled. I scratched him a while to comfort him, but as I tried to pick him up he almost tore a bit of flesh from my chin. The wound is kinda small, about half a centimeter in diameter, but I got furious. He, on the other hand, tried to bite me again on the hand, in turn being beat with the newspaper cane by me. So another word of advice, only use the designated canes or whatever to punish or whack the canine and stick to it, don't use your hands if possible, although it does kinda relieves stress and pressure. The best is a roll of newspaper rolled up tightly then stuck together with lots of tape (those broad ones you use to seal cartons).

Enough doggie training. I've finally defeated Jecht and Yu Yevon in the PS2 game Final Fantasy X, after lots of begging from my sister. I planned to finish the sphere grid since it waas almost finished anyway and after defeating Jecht and Yu Yevon, I couldn't go on with the game. Anyway, I gave in to her nagging and defeated them with ease actually, since I already raised every character's HP to the max, which is 9999. My black magician Lulu's MP even got to max (999). All their most powerful attacks were also up to 9999. My strongest aeon, Bahamut with an HP of 15000, reached the maximum attack of 99999. Say I'm mad whatever.. There's not much to do during the holidays anyway. I can't go out, the PC's passworded, my phone has limited credit. But what the heck, my friends don't even want to talk to me during the holidays. Some of them just SMS me to ask whether their orders have arrived and when they could retrieve them.

Since I've finished FFX, I'm now playing FFX-2. Kinda fun, but painful on the finger that presses 'X'. I've tried FFVII: Dirge of Cerberus, but I kinda got stuck at someplace. I'll play that after I finish FFX-2. After Dirge of Cerberus I'll continue with my NFSMW.

That's about it. There's nothing much to write. So, goodnight!!

This is Gackt-san. Camui M.S.Gackt, the guy with the greatest voice on Earth.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Early holidays

So, they came for a couple of days and then just didn't come to school at all. Anyway, on one of those couple of days, we had to attend a hairstyling demo. It was actually to introduce the courses available at this college/university (I dunno which, and I don't see why it's different), KOJADI Institute. It's located near the KLCC in KL, supposedly inside the MCA building. Anyway, I had my luilui taken out for the hairstyling demo. The guy doing the demo was Alex (dunno who he is, don't care 'cause he looks just too much like the EbiTako (in short I'll call him ET, since he does look kinda wierd)). I didn't really pay attention to the process but I was more or less listening intentively at the lady who was explaining that if we attended this hairstyling course of the institute, we would get an immediate job at the J-Gen Hair Salon (I think it's something like that, I lost the leaflet they gave us) which is a partner of Bianco Hair Studios (again, something similar).

I don't usually listen to these people talk, but since I know that I have a future ahead of me, I had to decide what I wanted to be. First and foremost, I wanna be a singer, a musician, if possible, but it seems that even Lim Kok Wing University doesn't have that course. If the singer/musician thing doesn't work out, which probably won't, I would like to be a child apparel designer, but there is a little catch, I kinda lack inspiration and imagination to design anything at all. If that doesn't work out, I could be a very unpopular fashion designer who designs really gothic/goth-loli/v-k/Japanese style clothes with black as the main colour. But there is also a catch here, I dunno how to make clothes for one, and then I kinda lack the passion for colour. It's usually black or any other dark colour that hides my big tummy and/or any other bits of fat anywhere around the abdominal area(working hard to get it off, although still not hard enough). I would consider being a model, but with my shape, looks and height, I think I'll pass. I can't be a writer although I considered it 'cause my stories are usually very restricted and complicated and it depends on my mood whether I want to write or not. I dunno. Someone who knows me well enough please gimme some advice, I need it 'cause I'm really kinda confused although it's not my time yet to be confused. My site (more or less):

So, this is the crazy, ugly, fat, obsessive, panda-eyed me. As you can see, I'm wearing black. That's a lollipop, I don't smoke, yet.
Y'know, I'm feeling kinda lonely 'cause it feels as if everyone doesn't wan't me to be involved with anything they're doing. Some may not think that but that's how they make me feel. Kinda, neglected, with only my music and my dog to play with. Then again, my dog also avoids me. I hate my life. Music's my life, and it's one of the things that help me calm down when I'm angry or frustrated with something. I've got about 700+ music files in my folder already, made up of Chinese, English and Japanese songs, with some soundtracks from certain games, but mostly Japanese. I've got about 140+ sets of lyrics with more to come, same with the music files. And since my sister tends to announce my things as hers, I've labelled all my DVDs, bot exactly mine, but I chose them (my dad paid for most of them, so I'm gonna have to repay him).

Saturday, November 1, 2008

School trips are fun...

For the few days that we were at school, my friend and I spent almost the entire time in the school counselling room, helping Puan Lam, the counsellor teacher manage some things such as the upcoming visit to SMK Seri Saujana which was more or less just down the road from our school and also a few other things that included lots of numbers and names. We spent about 3 whole school days there, only going out for recess and the distribution of the parent consent forms.

On Thurday, Puan Lam was frantic to get everything for the school trip tomorrow done. Since we were short of people, Puan Lam went around looking for people to go. Millions of thanks to her that she persuaded HIM to go as well. After getting names from as many Form 3s as possible, we went back to the counselling room to sort out the consent forms and to split up to distribute them. But instead of a few of the girls and me, they left me to myself to finish the task. But the good thing was that I could talk to HIM. The first time I called his name in public was when he was walking along the corridor and I was to give him a form. After giving it to him, then only I realized that I forgot to tell him what attire to wear. Anyway, I got back to class and distributed them to those who were going in class. And for some reason many people, not only from my class, were missing. So while distributing the forms in 3C (HE was playing at the back of the classroom and I didn't see him), he walked up to me (about a couple of feet distance) and asked me what he's supposed to wear. I was about to say 'track pants and school shirt', but then my voice just bloody well disappeared. So I said 'long pants and school shirt' after a while of silent stutter, adding a 'sports' if he didn't get the picture. As I left the classroom to return to the conselling room, he called me and asked me whether short pants were OK, I told him I would ask. When I got to the counselling room and told Puan Lam that many of the people could not be found in their classrooms, she dragged me around the whole school to recruit students who looked enough like Form 3s because the programme was meant for Form 3s only. But in the end we got lots of Indian and Malay students to go, which really pleased Puan Lam as this was also a programme meant to unite the three main races of Malaysia (Malay, Indian and Chinese). While Puan Lam was talking to a group of Indian boys, HE came down the staircase and I just informed him that only long pants were allowed. He just nodded then went home.

The second day, which was the day of the school trip, I wore my photography club T-shirt, my borrowed track pants and my black chained canvas shoes (which, later in the day, I came to regret). My mum fetched me to school after making a ham and lettuce sandwich for me. When I got to school, I went to the canteen as always, the saw HIM. His shirt was OK, but his pants were matched horribly. They were blue and rather large for him, as if he borrowed his father's. OK, when the assembly bell rang, we made a few last minute checks, then went on our way to SMK Seri Saujana. We went there under the supervision of Puan Lam and another prefect who made himself look a lot like a traffic policeman. We got there safely. After a brief moment of seat distribution and explanation about the programme, we went for breakfast. We were served a curry puff, a really nice chocolate muffin (some other flavour for some other people) and tea. Since we had breakfast in the dormitory dining hall of the school, there were quite a number of cats. While some girls were having their breakfast, a black kitten pounced onto the dining table and started sipping one of the girls tea, then took a small nibble out of her curry puff before getting thrown off the table by a teacher. After a while of lingering around, the kitten decided to lie beside my bag. I picked it up and put him outside, but it came in again. So the next time I put it outside, one of the girls helped me close the door. There was no place to wash my hands but the water dispenser at the corner. After a while, the kitten came in again by pouncing onto the sink outside and squeezing in through the window panes. Well, after breakfast, my feet were starting to pinch. We were separated into three groups as there were three games to be played - congkak (traditional Malay game), Chinese yoyo and 'tarik upek(?)'. My group started with the Chinese yoyo. Seeing the guys do it was really easy, but trying to do it yourself, getting the balance and coordination right, etc was the really difficult part. After lots of tips and instructions from a 'master', I got the hang of it, but still just a little bit. Next was the 'tarik upek(?)', which was supposedly someone sitting on a kind of large dried palm leaf and being pulled around by two other people. Kinda fun, but not all that fun under the scorching sun. Next was congkak, but I skipped it as he was also playing and anyway it is kinda boring to me. While sitting around, I saw HIM trying out the Chinese yoyo. He was jumping around like a monkey, which really made me laugh. After a really nice Chinese yoyo demonstration by a real master, we went to the hall for speeches, etc, then we went for lunch. this time it was steamed white rice, a pice of really nicely fried chicken, fried kunyit cabbage with anchovies, fruits and a kind of chilled drink that my friends said is a mixture of syrup, root beer and teh-O. It was quite nice. After lunch we went in search of the restroom as many of us had to go badly. After the restroom, it was back to school then back home. I had a nice nap on the couch for about an hour, had my bath, dawdled for a while, then had dinner. At 10pm, we went to the nearby mamak to have supper with my grandmother's brother's daughter and her husband. The mutton curry and cheese naan was delish. I love teh tarik...

Well, that's about it. I'm listening to 'Jewelry Day' by Ayaka.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Endless story

The exams are gone, so are the teachers when we're at school. Somehow they're just gone, right after the exams. Not all of them anyway. First day Monday was our Headmistress' official retirement ceremony, and since I've seen the schedule for the ceremony (most of the performances would be noisy and not entertaining) so I decided to skip the bloody thing. Second day was quite boring, my friend and I discussed about certain topics. My other friend was absent. The others were doing a last minute confirmation on who'll be going to Genting Highlands. I brought up the subject at dinner and my mum just said no since they were going on school days.

The third day was dreadful. Everyone who was to go to Genting Highlands went there, a few just skipped because they knew that there would be almost no one. So it was down to only me, out of our whole 'girl gang' which consisted of about half the girls in class, who was present on those two boring days. Usually with the girls around, I'll be chatting, discussing about things, reading magazines, etc., but without them around, I was a loner, a real loner. Since I wasn't too friendly with the other girls who were present (please note that some of them have really high noses, really annoying and are disliked by quite a few people, but I'm not saying who they are), I brought along a book ('I, Cleopatra') and three comics ('Jigoku Shoujo') in case I got bored with the book, and an old almost unused note book to write the script of my story (will be posted in my other blog page,, so only the character list has been posted) if I get bored with the book and the comics. I also brought my phone and headphones to listen to while I sleep. xP The fourth day was about the same, but our Arts teacher summoned us to his art studio to finish the name tag/key ring we started to make earlier this year. Since I hadn't the girls with me, of course my face would be expressionless. Then our Arts teacher asked me, 'Are you afraid of me, or do you not like me?' He turned to the other girls then said 'Because I can't interpret her face.'

Friday finally came. Everyone was back at school (thank God). All were present except one of the girls, who thought that it wasn't necessary to go to school anyway, so she skipped. Saturday, my mum started her two hour journey to Malacca to attend a wedding dinner at 4pm, while my sister went for a birthday party. While waiting for them to come home, my sister and I watched movies and surfed the Net. Well, I woke up at about 10am this morning, which is really early considering the fact that I usually wake up at noon on weekends and holidays. I had my breakfast, then watched a bit of TV. While everyone was doing something else, I conquered the PS2. I played Need for Speed Most Wanted Black Edition, finished my races but I still have bounty and milestones to get. At about 3pm, I let my sister take over while I made French toast and croutons. For some reason almost every piece of French toast that I made today had an uncooked center, so it was kinda disgusting, but still passable. After that I took a nap on the sofa downstairs, woke up at about 6pm to help my sister a teeny bit with dinner. My mum was to go out for a wedding dinner, so my sister made black pepper pork chops served with whipped potato and bread with onion soup topped with croutons. Everything was deeeeelicious, except for the croutons in the soup which she cut up too large in size, so the bread soaked up the soup and was all soggy.

That's it for now. See ya next week.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

PMR came and went...


I know that I have missed a teeny article, but it'll all be compensated for here. The PMR exams which is the BIG exam for the Form 3s every year (this year it's the 2008 Form 3s (?)). The week before the exams, there were almost no teachers around, and everyday at the daily assembly were words of threat and encouragement to try our best to get full As. Dunno which day of the week they gave aus a piece of paper that contained four columns: one column stating the aspects needed, and the other three were for the teachers to sign if they think we fulfilled the required aspects. This piece of paper was to be handed in on Friday to get our PMR slip (to let us get into the exam hall), so almost everyone was really tensed. But amazingly some teachers were really nice, they just did a quick scan of your attire, gave a couple of comments then just signed it...
Because the exams were coming, my mom more or less fully restricted me from the TV and PC (and that's exactly why I missed an article). I did my revision, but it was just going through the pages of the book, stopping only when I find something that I haven't memorized yet. The whole week was not all study and no play, our class held a small party to give thanks to the teachers who had taught us for the whole year and also to wish ourselves good luck in our PMR. Many of us each made some food. My friend and I divided the work and made custard pudding enough for 60 people. I used lots of eggs, milk and sugar (for the egg mixture and for the 60 pax of syrup FOR the pudding). On that day, lots of us made really nice food: really crunchy nuggets, very nice Milo cake, green curry chicken (I think), a huge pot of curry and 2 watermelons, scrubbed and chopped, and lots more. One of my classmates made a really nice longan drink which was cool and refreshing, not to mention good for the body. I made quite some videos from the whole event.
The next day, which was Friday, the school held a 'majlis restu' (?) (I think it's a kind of ceremony to wish certain people good luck in whatever event) for us (2008 Form 3s). There were speeches by certain teachers. After the whole thing we were given our slips and a set of stationary. My friend was oblivious of the fact that if she didn't have the slip she would not be able to take the exam and she seemed quite relaxed about it. Only after school did she come and instead of knowing where she went wrong, she just went about looking for the teachers in charge so that she could get her slip, really calmly. Well, the few following days I spent studying my Maths and Science.

During the exam week, everyone in a rather calm state instead of being so stressed out that they went insane. The first day was Bahasa Malaysia Paper 1 and 2. It was rather difficult but I managed to pass that. After the day I wanted to go out to the nearby mamak for lunch, but then I was informed that my mom didn't go to work, so I had to go home as soon as the exam finished. The second day was English and Science and there was an hour's recess between Science Paper 1 & 2. During that hour of recess, I accompanied my friend to buy lunch. Since I was hungry and the stall which has my favourite tom yam noodles didn't open, I got myself a Hainanese chicken rice. The whole week went alright, except for the incident where I think he got food poisoning, a classmate of mine threw up right after he finished his paper.
As for HIM, he's getting cuter and cuter. On the last day, Friday, with my mom's permission, I went to Carrefour to get my ears pierced, again. I had two on my right ear and one on my left. Now just add one more to each ear. It was really nerve racking, but overall it was OK. Before we set off on the journey under the blazing hot Sun, I had a blazing hot bowl of curry noodles. Extremely deelish. On Saturday morning, my godparents came down from Singapore. They brought along my godfather's guitar. When they arrived, my godmother informed us that my godfather was going to Cameron Highlands to visit an avocado farm. After confirming with a few things, my mom decided to take us there as well. We made our way there following my godfather's friend's car. When we got up there all we did was drive around the mountain, stopping at a small coffee shop for lunch and a small shop halfway up the mountain for some souvenirs and for my godfather's friends to meet up with another family with three really cute sons... They then set off looking for the avocado farm, us and the family with three cute sons tagging along all the way. As we stopped in the middle of a construction site where they were constructing the road and my head throbbing from the winding and bumpy roads and lack of sleep, my godfather found that since there was not much business from the avocados, all the trees were chopped down and there is no more avocado farm. My head went through unneeded torture. At about 3pm, we (my two sisters, my mom, my godmother and me) made our way home. When we reached the outskirts of the city, we stopped at an R&R. We had an A&W Root Beer Float each. Then we continued our journey home to a warm, delicious dinner.
The next morning I woke up at 9am to go shopping at Mid Valley Megamall, our family's favourite mall. We went there for about 3 hours, shopping all the way. I got myself a denim jacket (RM39.00). After lunch and a McFlurry, we went home, getting my birthday cake as well. After a while of dallying, my godfather finally came back and we quickly cut the cake as my uncle's wife's sister was waiting for them to go for steamboat dinner. After eating the cake, my godfather taught my some basics for the guitar, and it's much harder than I thought. It'll take me a really long time to get to Miyavi's or even HYDE's level.

So, that's it. I'm not listening to anything right now because everyone else in the house is asleep.

Sunday, October 5, 2008


Well, it's the holidays already... I've watched my DVD that I bought from Times Square, which actually proved as a pirated version because after leaving it in the open for a few days, it was all Lego-pixels and such, so we couldn't watch the last episode. The holidays were mundane, wake up, wash face, watch TV, feed dog, etc... The normal things you would do on a boring day with nowhere to go and nothing to do. Only recently did I start with my studies. Science mostly, as the big exam is only a few days away. That's it for now.

Ps. Does anyone know what going on when your computer just doesn't play audio from multimedia windows or sites such as Youtube, etc.? Game sound effects are fine, but video or music audio just won't play. Anyone have a solution for this problem?

Sunday, September 28, 2008

I love karaoke...

How many dang tests do they want us to go through?! On the first day of the week and there are a few tests waiting for you. Well, I'm still stuck with the flu, but it's already much better, only a slight cough now and then and a slightly blocked nose. We went to KFC near school after school today. I got myself a Meltz set (vegetables, tacos and chicken chunks in a piece of folded pita bread) which costed me approximately RM9. At first we were to go to a shop where it's curry's very nice, but then we couldn't find it so we wandered around and argued almost continuously over what we should eat. some of us wanted to eat vegetarian, some wanted to eat pastries. To take care of the conflict, we finally decided on KFC.
It's Tuesday and there's pasar malam (night market) today! Yay! Before that, I bathed Sir Duke Lancelot aka Latte Shoopuf (my American Cocker) and trimmed the fur hanging from his ears as they were always getting in his food and water and they get dirty easily, and the fur tends to get tangled very easily. Well, it went rather well, except a tiny pinch on his ear with the barber's layering scissors which made him growl and shake like mad. After a while of comforting, I got his ear back over the wastepaper basket (to catch the cut fur) and finished up the job. After vacuuming the floor of all fur and bathing (to wash off all the fur that made me feel like a puppy myself), I had a rather short nap on the three-seater downstairs till my mum came back from work. She told us that we were going to pasar malam after dinner. We ate dinner, got ready then set out on foot. As we made our way past the bustop, I saw a figure which looked like a teenage boy. I thought, 'He should be a Form 1 student.' Then I looked more carefully (it was quite dark already) at the sillouhette looking at me and I realized that it was HIM! He was wearing a black cap, blue shirt and dark blue bermudas I think (I told you, it was dark and I was too nervous to look at him for too long). While I was just starting to savour the moment, my sister pushed me forward saying that my aunt was behind and moving toward us, and we would like to have as little to do with her as possible. But he was just so cute...
I like rock music, especially Japanese rock because they can mix lots of instruments together and although it sounds a llittle noisy, I sounds really nice. And since most of my 'idols' and my favourite songs (which were performed by my 'idols', who will be posted on my other blog, involve guitars and electric guitars, I decided to take up the electric guitar, with my parents' consent, that is. My sis took me to Endah Parade to check out the guitar prices and also to get some comics. We got to the music store, the girl there told us that a really basic guitar cost RM140++, while the electric guitar promotion set cost RM560++ (including the guitar itself, the guitar bag/case and the amplifier). She also told us that it would be better to learn the classical guitar first because it would be easier to move to the accoustic or electric. After thanking her, we made our way to the comic shop, which was not open yet, so we went to McDonald's for lunch. I had a Spicy Chicken McDeluxe set while my sister had a beef burger. Halfway through eating, we saw my sister's ex-stalker boyfriend. It seemed that he followed her from school after basketball practice all the way home and asked why didn't she tell him that she had basketball practice. The way he acted gave me the impression that he was trying so show my sister that he was doing fine and thriving without her. Well, somehow guys can't be trusted so much. After lunch we got back to the comic shop, got some comics then made our way home. We bathed, our sister came back, she bathed and started to practice on her recorder (the thing something like a flute) till evening. After dinner, she still went on practicing. It's driving me CRAZY!!! On top of that, the flu turned into a cough. I got the anime 'Air Gear' from my friend today. Its about this boy Ikki and his journey to be the best with ATs (Air Treks, a kind of motor powered skates that lets you 'fly'). It does have moral like friendship, etc but in a way its kinda vulgar.
We planned my friend's birthday today. Her fatherhad booked a room in Neway Karaoke, Berjaya Times Square, and the birthday was to be celebrated there. We, well, I planned to make a cake for her (please note that this is my first time making a cake by myself). I asked what cake she wanted among my mum's famous kuih lapis (layer cake), a normal sponge cake with butter cream, a strawberry shortcake, walnut cake and others. She chose the walnut cake. I personally really like the walnut cake, but the recipe seemed rather complicated, and it involved a meringue. When I got home, I asked my mum for permission to go to Times Square with them even though I knew that the chances were slim, maybe 30% only, as Times Square was in the city. She rejected and ended the rejection with 'if you anything happens, its your funeral'.
The next day was the sending off of our 'beloved' headmistress who is retiring. It was really boring as she had lots to say about our grades, discipline, etc. And there were also other teachers who wanted to give speeches, but with HIM in view it wasn't as boring, but how much better it would be if I had a laptop with all my songs in it and I could connect some headphones to it and listen to my songs (please note that I have over 600 songs summing up to about 2.8GB, mostly Japanese and expanding). After that, we had about 2 hours in the classroom where we had our Chinese test. After the test, the real (?) ceremony of the sending off began. Our headmistress acted as if tears of emotion were pouring from her eyes, but when she passed us, I saw that her face was pristinely dry. Talk about crocodile tears. After school was over, a few of my friends and I stayed back as there was an interview for the applicants who applied to enter the Editorial Board of the school for the year. We waited for approximately 2 hours then our senior came to tell us that we could go home as there was too many of us and too little time. Well, one of my friends who stayed back for the interview with us went home while the others went to my friend's shop, picked her up then went to the bookstore nearby to ask the pricing of a few select DVDs (real people movies and anime). In the end we didn't ask for the price because we were both too chicken to just ask a couple of guys a couple of questions. We walked toward my house to make the cake, stopped by The Store nearby to get the walnuts and butter (we replaced the walnuts with hazelnuts as there were no walnuts available). We walked the rest of the journey to my house. When we got back, we rested for a while then started making the cake. In the process, I broke my mum's plastic mixing bowl. xP The meringue took 1 hour as the egg white and sugar had to be whipped will stiff and it was you-turn-the-bowl-over-and-it-stays-in-the-bowl stiff. By any means we made the cake successfully, well almost, because I used the inappropriate baking tin. Instead of using the normal cake tin, I used the layer cake tin. Therefore, I made four black cookies on the bottom of my oven. After that, we transferred the cooled hazelnut cake into a container so that my friend could take it home and make the words.. Well then, in a way they convinced my mum that it was safe to go to Times Square. Millions of thanks to them because its the first time I've been to Times Square with friends and the first time going for karaoke.
I woke up at 8.45am the next morning, cleaned up and waited for my friend to arrive. I waited till 10am, which was the time she arrived. I took her around the house, got ready then went downstairs to wait for the others to come pick us up. (I wore an empire waist summer dress then my mum said it was too exposing, so I changed into a pair of jeans with a long T-shirt, those large ring earrings, a crucifix for my third ear piercing, very light make up). My friend's mum dropped us off at the LRT station in Bukit Jalil. We met up with the rest of the gang there. We got our tickets, went to the platform and waited for the train to come. Meanwhile, everyone in the gang was teasing me, calling me 'mummy' because of the earrings I think, and I was lucky not to wear the dress as everyone else was dressed rather casually. We got off at station Hang Tuah, made our way on foot there and went shopping for a short while before we went for karaoke. On the way, we passed by the main branch of i-SOCKS in the building. The gothic-lolita outfits looked so nice, and there were The GazettE posters in there to promote the outfits. Oh, how I hope that I get a job soon, earn money and thrive on life while I'm still young (I'm thinking to highlight my hair dark blue, dark purple and magenta, then get my eyebrow and lip pierced, a few extra piercings on the ears, and maybe a few tattoos to cover the scars on my back xP). We successfully made our way to Neway Karaoke. We were led to our room, we ordered our food, picked our songs and sang our hearts out. Technically speaking, that was the best time of my life so far, so many heartfelt thanks to all my friends who gave me this chance. We sang till about 4.30pm (I told my mum that I would be back at approximately 4pm), then went to take the kind of photo stickers where you take it in a booth at a fixed price. The birthday girl's dad came to pick us up at approximately 6.15pm. It was about 6.30pm when I got home and I got a brief scolding from my mum. It's lucky she doesn't know what I bought because she would more or less kill me for it (I bought the Japanese version Hana Kimi DVD).
That's it. i'm now listening to 'Private Emotion' by Ricky Martin featuring Meja (pronounced may-ha).

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Fried Egg Spaghetti?

The exams are drawing ever nearer and I'm still fooling around, as in not really studying, but now at least I understand the concept of trigonometry and a little about linear equations and inequalities.
Monday, we had classes as usual, but this time, our Civics teacher said she would teach History to us since the whole Civics syllabus has been taught and she was a real History expert. I hadn't brought any History-lesson-related books that day although she had told us that she intended to teach History this week. Thankfully, many people hadn't finished their exercises and she had us finish the exercises till the end of the lesson. After the whole day of lessons, we (a few friends and me) went to my friend's bak kut teh (pork in herb soup usually served with rice) shop near school. I had two wonderfully delicious bowls of curry beehun mee that summed up to RM8, equal to one serving of bak kut teh. After that, I walked home at a wanderer's pace as the weather was hot.
Tuesday, I started making a food list with my partner (the food that I like), and as I talked with my other friends about food, the list lengthened to 130 types of food and beverages (mostly food). I'm going to post that on my other blog, go visit!
Some Miss Eight suggested that we give some money to celebrate a couple of teachers' birthdays, mainly our Science teacher and Chinese teacher. And she said that 'All of us should show our gratitude because they have taught us and helped us so much!' I say that it's all bullshit. First of all, celebrating someone's birthday and giving them presents also depends on whether you're willing to and whether you really care, and honestly, I don't give a crap. Yeah, they've taught us, but without our own will-power we wouldn't have learnt anything at all. Plus more, our Chinese teacher who has been teaching me for approximately 3 years has been picking on me all these years, saying that my hair is outrageously out of hand, etc., so since I don't like her, what's the point of giving her something unwillingly. Yes, I'll show as much gratitude as I can because all in all, they are my teachers, but there's a limit to everything (except the Universe).
I'm reading 'I, Cleopatra' right now, telling the story of Queen Cleopatra (although I forgot which one). I actually read it once before when I was in Primary 4, but then it got boring halfway through and I gave up reading it. I'm really interested in Egyptian stuff, especially Hieroglyphics and the Pharaohs. I've checked my lyrics stock with my music stock. I have over 300 songs and yet I only have 117 sets of lyrics. So from now on, I have to look for more lyrics. Keke...
Since I'm learning Japanese by myself, I have a Japanese words book which currently contains over 400 entries of simple Japanese phrases, mostly copied from the weekly magazine I purchase every week, although my Japanese godmother will say that it's not all that reliable since it's most probably for the general, and usually not something 'a young girl like me' should use. All my friends say that I'm mad, the exams are coming up and you're not studying and learning a language that you're not going to use very often.
Since that desk cleaning time, I found lots of photos that I've neglected for quite a long time. I've arranged them all but I've forgotten when they were taken so they're in quite a mess. But I did get to sort them out properly. More Japanese drama advertisements are being shown on the channel that my grandmother watches every night. One of them is called 'ヒミツの花園' (The Secret Garden) that's about a girl who celebrated her birthday every year alone then met four comic artist brothers, and since then life went topsy-turvy. How I'd like to watch it, but unfortunately, my mother has unsubscribed to the package that contained that particular channel which airs it. I've a couple other Japanese dramas that I'm interested in. One is '下弦の月' (The Last Quarter) starring Takarai Hideto (HYDE from L`Arc~en~Ciel), the other one is 'Moon Child' starring Camui Gackt and Takarai Hideto. I've watched 'Moon Child' on Youtube but I still can't understand a few certain parts of the movie, and now that my Internet audio has gone haywire, I can't hear any audio from websites that are specially designed to play videos and/or music. Grr....
Anyone likes Milo? It's the delicious chocolate malt drink that keeps you going throughout the day (?). Anyway, every once in a while I'll make a deliciously sweet iced version of it. Instead of just adding ice to the normal concoction and diluting the whole chocolatey flavour, I add more Milo powder (about 5-6 level tsps), just enough hot water to dilute the powder, two large tsps of sweetened creamer or condensed milk, fill the rest of the cup with cold water, stir then add ice up to the rim. Let the ice melt a bit then enjoy. Since I've been having lots of cold things for the past week and lots of air-conditioned nights, I'm down with the flu. A stuffed and running nose and a really sore throat. Luckily its the weekend.
I'm having really wierd dreams these days. Just last night I dreamt of a guy wearing a thong... This shows how dirty my thought are... Yuk... I love ginger juice with honey...
I'm having fried egg spaghetti tonight made by my sis. I'm now listening to ‘奕想天开’by 陈奕.

Saturday, September 13, 2008


The first day of school of the week and I have difficulties clipping my hair up. As our co-curricular head told us to clip up our rather long fringes, toward the back of the head, with my short fringe it proved a challenge. After a few attempts, I gave up and waited for my classmate to come to help me clip it up, talk about being useless. Well, in the end I did get it clipped up, but toward the end of the day I looked like a lunatic who escaped from an asylum. The next day and so on were the same, until my other friend told me that since my fringe was short enough and doesn't really hang in the eyes, I could just leave it and push it slightly further up with a bit of water on my fingers. My 'love luck' is NOT improving as the days go by. Although there are more moments when I could walk nearer him, it still sucks. But at least I'm not as obsessed with him than I used to be.
Went to the nearby Endah Parade recently, my sis drove us both there. We drove along, she made a wrong turn and wanted to make a U-turn at the T-junction. She forgot to leave a little turning angle and almost hit the three motorcyclists waiting for the traffic light. I almost had the cramps. I was like, OK, that was REALLY close... The driver of a BMW coupe who was also waiting for the traffic light got down of the car at one point to see if a gruesome, bloody and gory accident had happened. Finally she found a parking space in the housing estate nearby, it was a back lane and there was a large drain hole at the junction turning into the lane. This time, she almost hit the car parked in front of her, but with a hard JAM onto the brakes, she managed to preserve our lives. xP Anyway, we went into the complex, went straight to the comic store and got some comics, for her and me (please note that I had rejected her offer to get me some comics a few times).
The Genting class trip plans are almost ready, but there are still a few little details that are still being discussed, such as ... I dunno, I didn't really pay attention to what they were saying. Anyway I paid the deposit and have 100% registered (or rather 'booked') a place for myself. Some of them are bringing a sibling or a parent, one of them is bringing her dad and her bro. So much for a holiday.
My godparents came at 11am today, to visit and also to give us the souvenirs (tasty snacks) from their trip from Macau (China). After a few moments of settling in, my godfather took us (my sis, my godmother, my grandmother and I) for lunch. At first we wanted to go to a nearby hawker stall, but then it would be very packed since it was near lunch hour. So, we decided to go to Salak South's Fatty Mok Hakka Yong Tau Foo. We had a bowl of noodles each and a few bits of yong tau foo (vegetables or such stuffed with fish then cooked). I had a delicious bowl of curry chicken bee hun and mee... Deeeeeeliciouss... After we finished, we 'analyzed' a Chinese character which contained four other characters. After that, my godfather suggested we go for ice kacang. We all looked at him wide-eyed, until he said that maybe we bought back some. The best ice kacang exists in Old Town Petaling Jaya, a little further down from the bus station at Jalan Othman. Auntie Peggy and her husbnd sells the ice kacang there, and since my godfather was born and raised there, he was familiar with Auntie Peggy. Her ice kacang is deeeeelicioussss!!!! There are none of the large chunks of sago and no large kidney beans instead of the red beans that should be used. It's a really heavenly thing... It's a food court beside the market. I think that's it. I'm not really sure of the exact location as I don't really watch out for road signs. I'll let you know when I find out the exact location and the name of the shop. After that, we went to The Store near home because, according to my grandmother, there was no more vegetables and she wanted to stir-fry some vegetables for my godparents as they rarely have home-cooked food (my godmother doesn't exactly cook and doesn't let my godfather cook because he makes a mess and doesn't clean up after himself). We got some cucumbers, come xiaobaicai, a slab of chicken breast meat and a couple of packets of Japanese tofu.
We got home, my grandmother started to boil soup (deliciously healthy Chinese herb soup) and prepare dinner, my godparents slept, my sis played PC games, my other sis play PS2 games while I sorted out my photos which I extracted from my desk after emptying everything from the drawers. The photos were last years, of weddings and birthdays, the usual. Now, to the process of the desk cleaning. I was telling myself for over a couple of months already to clean my desk, because everything was in a totally chaotic state, even the things in the drawers. so what I did was, I pulled out the right drawer, extracted everything from it and wiped it clean (lots of splinters, hair and dust, not to mention cobwebs), then set it aside. I pulled out the other drawer, and did the same which I did with the right drawer. I extracted everything that I didn't want or was already broken but kept for nothing and threw them into a plastic bag as trash. I also extracted all the useless pieces of paper between everything and stuffed them into a paper bag that was used to send the things that I ordered my postal order. After that, I sorted everything (notebooks, stickers, temporary tattoos, letter stationary, etc.) and replaced them in the drawers. After replacing the drawers with their respective contents, I somehow rearranged everything from my desktop and replaced everything much more neater than before. So now I have a rather clean and neat desk.
I've just finished a book called 'Pain', which is about how the pain medicine evolved from the normal kind to a pain killer that killed even the most agonizing pain, Opain. But this pain killer had a side effect. Any patient who orally consumes Opain, he or she will get obsessed with pain, thus breaking their own bones and inflicting as much pain on themselves as possible.
Our form and art teacher has had us make a name tag for ourselves with our own name. We get a piece of card with our names printed on them, we cut the letters out, then trace it backwards on a piece of perspect plastic (I think), cut out the letters again then he'll help us spray it with the colors of our choice. I got mine in purple, blue and black. I looked quite nice, but then when I got home and took my bath, my dog got ahold of it and, fortunately, bit off only a little corner of the whole thing, and it didn't affect the words. If it did, you shall hear nothing of me ever again.
We had our 'intensive tests' this week, which is actually test papers from other states (in which the questions are different).
I'm now listening to 'Call Me When You're Sober' from Evanescence.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

My bloody miserable life

Sunday, we celebrated our Dukie's birthday (real name -- Duke, species -- American Cocker Spaniel, gender -- male, age -- one year [7 dog years, he needs to attend primary school]). He was born 1 September 2007, brought back home in the start of November, and effectively trained by moi. Hehe. My aunt (actually my mom's mom's brother's daughter) bought him a pandan chiffon cake and a few chewsticks as a little birthday present. He ate 1/3 of the cake, the rest was shared by the other family members. Keke...
This week was rather miserable. (Search 'Mizerable' - Gackt on Imeem xP) On the first day, our form teacher told us (the whole class) to see him in the art studio. After the weekly assembly, we gathered in the studio. The reason he wanted to see us was because my classmate had used a phone in class, and also because of the many complaints from other teachers saying that we were very noisy. For an unknown reason, he told us (those who HAD brought their phones on that day) to give up our phones as temporary 'hostages', which, unfortunately, included mine. After telling us to give up our phones, scarily, my other classmate (who is always late) SMSed me to tell me to tell the person in charge of taking the attendance of the girls in class that she would be late today, and not to mark her as absent. Surely, not to get punished further, I gave up my phone and put it right beside the EbiTako's (EBI Japanese for shrimp, TAKO Japanese for octopus, referring to the guy in class that resembles this description). After that, our 'DEAR' form teacher told us a lot of stuff. He also mentioned that he would be more 'aggressive' during the fasting month for Muslims. Halfway through scolding us, my classmate-who-is-always-late showed up, causing great shock for my form teacher, the person in charge of female attendance for our class and me alike. From what we remembered, she said she was 'gantung' (suspended) from school for 5 days. After a while, he allowed everyone except 7 GIRLS (including me, as always) to go back to class (please note that one hour has passed). He said we will lose our chance to take the PMR exam if we made anymore mistakes and will monitor the class status of every subject with 'spies' of his own.
After getting back to class (with my phone safely back in my pocket *whew~*), my always-late-to-school classmate said that the suspension thing was a joke, which really made me ALMOST blow my top (broken English). As I have mentioned, it's now the fasting month for Muslims and, as a Malay school, our school times are shortened just a little. And the biggest worry is that our class is right opposite the surau, where many Malays hang out during recess. The main worry is that our bags have been gone through a few times (one or two things missing per time, money and valuables, mostly), and during the Muslims' prayer time while we were in the Science lab.
After a few peaceful days, he summoned those who had not passed up their Science Trial Exam corrections (regardless whether you have finished it). In this incident, I lent mine to my classmate a few days back as she hadn't finished hers yet. On that day, she still hadn't finished it yet, and naturally, I hadn't gotten it back from her, so I'm guilty as well. We got lectured again, this time given a deadline of 40 minutes to finish our work (please note that some of us hadn't even started). My always-late-to-school classmate seemed very relaxed despite the threat of losing a major qualification that might help us in our careers in the future, and she herself said she would like to become a very successful businesswoman. Since I had finished mine long ago, I helped the others with theirs, which DID NOT include helping them copy. Thank you.
Friday, our class representative (?) went on stage to announce that the coming Saturday is the International Understanding Day (IU Day) and there would be students from Mexico and other in-country (?) schools visiting our school for the event. That day, our Malay teacher was absent and our class monitor was to 'watch over' our class for the second period of the two periods. The first period was taken charge by the Science teacher next door, who kept us busy with helping him mark some papers. During the second period, we (a few girls and I, but mostly them) asked around class to confirm who was definitely going to the CLASS trip after the PMR exam, destination -- Genting Highlands. So far, there are only a few less than 20 people going. While they planned the room distribution (4 pax per room), we (most of the other girls in our gang) played, read magazines and did our homework.
I've made a study schedule for myself, but somehow its quite hard to stick to it. I'm also finding it hard to learn 2 languages at a time (not French, Korean and Japanese). Thinking of things to write into a blog also proves to be quite hard!I got my haircut on Saturday. I wanted a long, 50% slanted fringe and a slightly shorter, layered back. Instead, the barber (who is, in fact, quite good-looking xP) cut a normal and only slightly fringe and layered my back so much that it was so light!! After he was done (a really painful process), I had beautifully (*~vomit--~*) straight and rather bouncy hair with a stubborn fringe that wouldn't stay off my face. That's it for this weeks entry.. Bye bye!!

Friday, August 29, 2008

Another Entry to my Daily Life

He spoke to me for the first time on my life!! Yeah, I sound crazy, but the 'he' I'm referring to is the guy I've been having a crush on for the whole year, and yes, I haven't told him my feelings yet, although almost the whole class (including the boys) knows about it.

My sister borrowed a Taiwanese drama DVD called 'Bull Fighting' 《斗牛要不要》. Something like the normal drama, but with much more detail (to me anyway), and also quite funny. Starring HEBE from SHE, Mike He 贺军翔 and Lee Wei 李威. Really funny and touching, and it also tells us to pay attention to the feelings of those who are around us and treasure your family. From this drama, I got to know a few really good songs, of course, including the really nise upbeat slightly rock and pop opening theme named after the drama itself, and the ending theme, called 《你最近还好吗》, a song usually played at the rather touching and sad parts, and also a song makes me want to cry everytime I hear it. My favourite character in this drama is Jin Zicong 金子聪, the main female character's childhood friend and something-like-a-bodyguard, yet he was actually in love with her. She meets Shen Ruohe 沈若赫, a star basketball player of the TRIO representing East Sun Institute and they fall in love with each other unexpectedly. As a protective 'brother' to her, Zicong follows her wherever she goes, and also witnesses heartbreaking moments which are moments where Ruohe and Yi Shengxue 伊胜雪 (the female main character) goes for dates, and also the moments when Ruohe fulfills Shengxue's wishes (Spicy Sweet and Sour fish, which Shengxue should not eat because she has asthma and is prohibited from eating spicy food) a step faster than himself (went to see Aunt Polo, which gave him advice on fighting for his own love and giving him a spicy sweet and sour fish recipe that looks spicy but is not spicy). But in the end, he gave up on Shengxue seeing that she and Ruohe were so deeply in love with each other and had went through so many obstacles just to be together. He ended up falling in love with Ruohe's original fiancee, He Qianna 贺千那 (originally a forced marriage to save Ruohe's father's company). This drama makes me feel a little lonely, although I do have many wonderful girl friends who support me and give me indirect motivation everyday. The characters were so courageous in expressing their feelings, and yet I can't even summon up enough courage to talk and make friends with my crush (yeah, I know, he's not my true love). How I hope I'll meet the one I love and can spend the rest of my life with soon.

INJECTION TIME!!! I thought after the BCG and dunno-what other injections, there'll be no more of them unless you have a certain kind of illness. One day, they started calling the Form 3 students to change into PE uniform. Fortunately or unfortunately, my class was the last class on the form to get our injections. On Thursday, it was our turn. I was rather terrified and rather reluctant to go for it. As I had entered the hospital because of a low platelet count incident, I have rather bad memories with needles. All I remembered was lots of nose-bleeding and a little girl who let me play with her toy cooking set together. Under these 'circumstances', boys go first. All the guys say it's no big deal, just like the ordinary kind of injections. First, they measured your blood pressure. Then they test your eyesight. Then they sit you down and give you a card for this whatever shot. Seeing all the sterilized needles in the tin was really scary. When it was my turn, I turned my head around, closed my eyes tightly and waited for the pain. The nurse applied the painkiller, then inserted the needle. That wasn't so bad compared to the time when she injected the whatever into my arm. I didn't know it was over until she told me it was. I was shaking when I got off the stool.

I've just had a very stupid exam today. From what the person from the Ministry of, I dunno, exams? (Lembaga Peperiksaan) it's an exam to see how prepared you are for the upcoming BIG exam (PMR), but only for the subjects History and Geography, and it's only for selected people! Some of them are those with spectacular results, getting As in almost everything. The rest of them are those who are quite bad at the two subjects, including me who had failed both of them once before. Well, my results haven't been very good for the past year and the BIG exam is coming up, and yet I'm still watching dramas and surfing the Net, looking for pictures of my new 'idols'. I think I'll end up with only 3 As, which will lead to disaster. Well, that's all for this week's entry. See you next week.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008


Although the URL sounds really nice (kinda anyway), I'm kinda crazy. I've just started blogging, and I've lots to learn. This blog will be mostly about my very mundane and boring life, and I'm doing this because I like typing and I'm usually very bored although I have rather many online games to choose from on my PC. xP So, my time's restricted today, 'cause it's a weekday and I'm not supposed to use the PC at all, so I'll continue this weekend and the other following weekends. I'll be very happy if I could meet some Miyavi, Gackt, HYDE (lead singer of L'Arc~en~Ciel), Jiro Wang of Taiwanese boyband Fahrenheit and/or Danson Tang (Taiwanese artiste/actor). So, that's its for now. Farewell! Sayonara! Goodbye! Adios!