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Growing Pains

2011-01-10T09:32:00.004+08:00

This blog so far has mostly served as an outlet for me to blow off some steam whenever I feel life is getting a little too tough on me. In a way, it has become a sort of record of new problems I have to face, and how I felt at the time, how I dealt with it, and the results that came of it.

In recent days troubles that have fallen upon close ones were made known to me.

Human beings are strange creatures. We are completely rational in theory. At any other time we display recurring acts of irrationality. But one of the plus points of having friends is that when you are in shit and your thoughts are clouded by anxiety, you have people who love you and you can rely on who are removed from the situation, and can therefore give you the clarity that you cannot access by yourself in that current state.

In role-playing a rational person, I suddenly realize that the lot of sense that I was spewing was actually true and completely sound, not to toot my own horn.

I don't know what it's like for other young adults my age, but this point in life, for me, is a period of self-examination. Figuring out what the big picture is.

One of the things I said was that whenever life seems a little too hard on you, treat it as a lesson, and a test, you have to both learn and overcome, quickly. The funny thing about life that it seems that retakes are always harder than the first time you have to face it. If you didn't respond quickly and efficiently enough last time, if you sidestepped it, or chose to avoid it altogether - the next lesson will be like a boulder to the face.

The problem is, we don't like change. Most of us, anyway. But whenever I was uncomfortable, out of my element, struggling - I made progress. Lots of it. And even if it felt weird and awkward and uncomfortable and I really didn't want to do it in the beginning - I was really, truly proud of my accomplishments. Kinda like leveling up in a game. And then I look bad and laugh at how silly I was not minutes ago.

It seems odd that we want so desperately to 'grow up' - to live on our own, earn our own dollars and spend it the way we want, be wild and go to dodgy places like clubs, experiment with and indulge in numerous questionable stimulants, but we want to whine and not be adults when faced with the responsibilities of growing up.

This is a note to myself - that whenever life seems to get a little too hard, it's a sign for me to step up my game, and I will rise to it. Scared and ridiculous as I will be, I will do it. It's going to be hard and I will feel really awkward, but it's completely necessary if I am to become a better me. I am willing to shed the deadweight parts of my inner child. I will grab life my the balls and emerge the victor!

Because there are things worth fighting for. Yourself.

By the way, Scott Pilgrim is ridiculous. And awesome. :D

何ですか?

2010-11-27T12:22:00.005+08:00

It's not so much a compromise - it's acknowledging that while you have your desires and your right to be upset, your thoughts and actions also affect others other than yourself, and that they deserve to be taken into consideration too. Sometimes it's okay to let go, so that others can have a turn at uncomplicated bliss, which is never truly without the expense of someone else. Looking back, in your young life, having never felt less than happy and unaware, do you not think it's time to take that step into adulthood, and let those who have been responsible for your happiness feel the way they have been letting you feel for such a long time, for a change?

It's only grateful. Fair.

Once you understand that everyone should have their turn to be allowed to feel that way. That the kind of happiness most taken for granted is the kind that we don't even know we're feeling. Then you start to see who is responsible for your happiness. The kind that is uncomplicated, free.

It came that way because of the sacrifices someone else made. Swallowing back hurt or emotions. Spending less so you can have more. All the time never telling you about it so you won't have to worry. All for you.

It's only right that now that you can see this, that you take a deep breath and do the same, for them. Sometimes it involves doing things that defy the logic of self-interest, but you know that it is the right thing to do. These are the things that nobody can teach you, that you can only discover for yourself in the course of your life. Even if you came to understand a little later than others, and you have only begun to scratch the surface, you must take pride that you have grown up, if just a little.

I've always thought I knew how to love. Not exactly. Having discovered this one facet of it makes me realize how much of an effort it is to develop such a deep and complex relationship with another human being. And despite the sheer amount of work involved, everyone seeks it. Everyone needs it. And so they have, and will, for eons to come.

I don't think I'm ruining something so instinctual and natural by over-analyzing it. I believe, when you take the time to understand something, even if not entirely, you learn how to appreciate it better, and it becomes even more beautiful. Even if it's not always rainbows and butterflies. Because you have to acknowledge something to exist to appreciate something else. How can there be light without darkness?

Push and pull. Give and take. The tide. The wheel. Up and down. Peaks and vales. It's all the same, don't you see?

Project Paint My Wall à la Collage?

2010-09-21T01:35:00.003+08:00

Alrighty!

I have come up with a breeleeyant idea for a project! And I'm really really excited and the reason I'm writing about it is because I have a tiny issue with commitment and I feel once I have put it down here, it'll help me get started for real. It's kinda like I'm signing a pre-nup with my idea. Hahah.

Basically, it's a little like Project 365 which I've seen lots of people do for awhile now, but I'm not going to do that because I am a lousy photographer. :P

The idea is to pick a wall in the house, and divide it into squares about 7in x 7in, and basically just fill in those squares with whatever I feel like painting in.

Seeing as to the fact that I don't actually have a diary, I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to chronicle this current point of my life, but not really, because a lot of the squares could quite possibly be picture gags like this one. Because I have a sophisticated sense of humour like that.

Just stuff. I don't think I really need to explain it.

Also I think it would be great to develop a brand-new skill and hopefully I'll even learn some cool stuff along the way.

So anyway! I will be going to to hardware shop for paint soon (tomorrow?) and I have already chosen my first piece! It's really simple but I might be more ambitious in future and paint someone's face! Any willing contributors? Anyone? :D Of course I would have to learn how to vector your portrait (I'm no Van Gogh so I'll need to cheat!) but if you're cool enough to contribute to my silly little project then I shall be cool enough to learn how to use Photoshop. :)

One of the rules of setting goals is to set a realistic time period in which you hope to achieve that goal, but I don't really know when I will be done with this, or whether it will end up like most people's Project 365's. But the wall would look really strange if I painted in like 10 squares and lost interest so yeah. I may not be brave enough to get tattoo sleeves (I chickened out, did I tell you that? After the disaster with my first one. I'm still in the process of getting rid of it and I'm horribly embarrassed about it and in case you were wondering, YES IT HURTS LIKE A BITCH!!) but I can still decorate my wall with random pictures!

Wish me luck! ;)

PS: OMG the post has been sitting here for like an HOUR. I'm getting cold feet?!? This is ridiculous. COMMIT!! *clicks Publish button*

改变自己

2010-09-07T04:29:00.003+08:00

Clearly, I do not get much respect.

From anyone.

But from you... Well, that's a bit too much for me to take.

I have respected you as much as a person can respect another human being. Everything you say is brought to my consideration and by default, everything you say is true.

Because you're so smart and insightful and cool and funny and open-minded.

My long-held beliefs of you were shattered that day.

It became clear to me that you did not want me as a participant in your life, that you expected me to sit content by the sidelines, because according to you, I have nothing to offer intellectually.

OUCH.

MAJOR, MAJOR OUCH.

For someone I love and respect so much, to say that to me... Wow. I can't even find the words.

Judging by how you won't even hear me out, how you keep interrupting me to assert how you are right and I am wrong, before even hearing what I have to say before discerning my accuracy on the matter, just shows your utter disrespect to me. And how I hate it when you're so full of yourself at times.

Yes. You heard me. Your arrogance is not something I will be taking. You might not like to hear it, but that doesn't change the fact that it is true. I deserve respect just like everyone else, and by gum you will show it to me.

Therein lies a small problem.

Not a whole lot of people have respect for me. I don't think I'm largely hated or anything; it's just that if it's a major job or decision or an important discussion, I'm rarely, if ever, included. If nearly everyone reacts the same, the problem must be me.

I know that I am just as capable as the next Joe in everything; but perhaps I do not exhibit such qualities of someone worthy of respect, trust and whose opinions are taken seriously and are of significant value.

Perhaps they are responding to the way I act - perhaps my humour should be less self-deprecating. Perhaps I should stop acting like an airhead just for amusement. Perhaps I should engage in substantial conversation more often. Perhaps I should not be embarrassed to show what I can do. Perhaps I can direct my feelings of displeasure in a more constructive way as opposed to wallowing in tears and despair.

Perhaps I should change the image I project of myself.

Change comes from within, and thus in context I am changing the very fabric of me.

Will I get better response with this new me?

Honestly? I don't know. But it's a shot at something better than now.

But until then, I cannot speak to you until I know you respect me, and I cannot be sure of that until I make myself worthy. I am angry and deeply hurt because of what you said, but what you think of me is my own fault, and at nobody else's discretion to change but mine.

Heart On My Sleeve

2010-07-11T01:58:00.005+08:00

Okay, it's true. This needs a little update.

WARNING: Bloody long and senseless emotional conversation with myself ahead.

I've been having a hard time meeting new people at the new uni. Time and time again I remember how I met incredible people and how it ached not seeing them again.

Kindie.

First grade.

Second.

Sixth.

Second year of high school.

Teen basic.

Fifth.

ATC.

Work.

I console myself and say, "Well, aren't you glad that these relationships happened?"

Yes, yes I am. I wouldn't want to change meeting you guys for anything in the world.

It's really amazing that all of you are so different - and therefore beautiful - in your own special ways.

The way you laugh.

Your little quirks.

The way we can talk about everything and nothing at all.

The dorky things and hysterical moments we share.

The important things in your life you let me in on.

How you tell me about things I've never heard of before.

All of you add a little something in my life which makes up a little part of who I am. And I love you so so much. But when it's time to move on it gets a little hard on me.

Maybe I shouldn't be so attached to things. Maybe this is a little lesson in growing up.

Maybe I should just go out and have as many good times with as many people as I can - and be happy about it.

Can I?

***

PS: Spam is getting a pretty intolerable. Might change URL soon?

FF13

2010-03-22T00:18:00.003+08:00

Is awesome. So awesomely pretty I could die. So awesome, that I-don't-play-RPGs Justin has been roped in. So awesome... Okay I'll stop now. But it *is* pretty awesome. :B

***

Rant alert!

Day by day I grow a little more weary of women. So complicated, so complicating, so emotional, so sensitive, such drama magnets.

It drives me insane. Up the wall. I swear.

Now I know why boys were/are favoured as kids. Makes me wish I were a man but I'd have to marry one so that would kind of defeat the purpose.

I am making no sense.

The point is, companionship is supposed to make you feel good. Lift your spirits. Make you feel loved and appreciated and give you that extra kick to keep going on. But many a time when I'm in female company I just feel worried and frustrated and emotionally drained.

But how do you judge someone who's just like you.

Well that was utterly pointless. Moving on.

***

Finals in April coming up soon. Starts a day before my birthday (can you say, whee?) and stretches out for 2 weeks. Lecturers are nagging us to get our studying rears in gear. And so it begins.

THANK GOD I will have a month's worth of hols in May before 2nd Sem starts. Oh God, 2nd Sem... *buries face in hands*

I'm guessing I'll major in Accounting; I'm realizing now that not having basics for Econs and Management theories makes things just a stretch harder to pick up.

On another note, was helping out Justin with Science and Math today when I realized that I totally cannot do Form 2 Math and Science anymore. I don't remember the basic rules for angles and indices and algebra; I can't remember what a cochlea does and why the doc sticks the syringe in your arm and not your eye for instance. Jeebus where did all that knowledge go.

I am smart I am smart I am smart yes I am...

***

Speaking of high school stuff I was going through the scribblies in my old books when I found a jumbled poem I wrote while not paying attention in a certain class.

And so he writes
With chalk upon the blackboard
I think to myself: "Go fly kites,
I'm really bored!!!"

Sigh. I was such an eloquent child. Wide-range vocabulary too.

PS: I think I've figured it out. I just don't like you very much.

I Have Been Called Many Things.

2010-03-06T23:55:00.005+08:00

I have been called a bitch.

I have been called perverted.

I have been called a "banana".

I have been called fat.

Ooh yeah baby come get some

I have been called blonde.

I have been called a big baby.

Heck; I've been called Ugly Betty.

Some have even compared my nose to Michael's.

But the one thing that I will not stand for, is if people call me

.

.

.

.

.

SEPET.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, *the face*. And his friend, *the finger*.

My eyes happen to be HUGE dammit.

See.

Fuck you very much.

***

On a more sober note, I've noticed that a coupla buddies have been having it rough lately. I'm no good with words; especially when it matters. But hey! The sun's shining, the Earth's spinning round, you're still here. Cheer up 'kay! It doesn't do the stalker good to see ya down. :)

One day, I will man up enough to tell you that I care. Without sounding gay.

Until that day I shall remain chickenshit and ambiguous. And write nonsensical posts in a pitiful attempt to make you smile, if only for a second in your 24-hour day.

Loveyoumwahbye

I'm Ready! I'm Ready!

2010-03-02T07:01:00.002+08:00

Bring it on, suckas!

Uh, I think. *twiddles thumbs*

Basic accounting is fun. 8B

I think I will do it every morning for the rest of my life. (super 8B)

Theory = Not so fun. :{

I Am Brave Enough For Change.

2010-02-08T01:25:00.004+08:00

Some time ago...

B: *sigh* Jackie... People respond to the way you behave! Nobody else gets the problems you do! Behave the way you want people to respond to you, understand?!

Aku: *shakes head*

B: *sigh* You see! When you talk, it's always like you've done something wrong; automatically people will think you've done something wrong and they will be angry! When you talk you must be commanding; if not people will bully you girl!

Aku: Does that mean... people will always push me around, given half the chance?

B: YES!!

Aku: *twiddles thumbs*

B: Speak up! Be assertive! Make people listen to you!

Aku: *still twiddling thumbs* Okay.

B: *somewhat exasperated* One day, you're gonna stand up and say,

"Fuck this shit;
you ain't gonna push me around no more!"
Yeah!! :)

Aku: (Weally? Wow.) :)

***

I is not worthy of other people's belief in me if I get kickass advice and not take it in and translate it into reality.

*inhales* Today is the day. >:(

I Think...

2010-01-31T16:14:00.006+08:00

...it's about time I cut my hair.

***

Went shopping with Ongykins and Khim at Bangsar Village the other day. The boutiques are the cutest little things! I do believe a revisit is in order. :D

I bought dresses! You may keel over and die of laughter now. But they were so many, and so purty, I wanted to buy 'em all! But Khim stopped me from buying that dress with the blue cartoon apples print. :(

So when we walked into one such boutique right, this song was playing, and I fell in love with it. HOW DID IT TAKE ME SO LONG TO DISCOVER YOU.

Okay so now that I'm twirling about the room with happiness with my haul, I guess I should thank Ongykins, even though she ~~invited me to bake but I went home and made casserole instead~~ forbade me to come to Boy Sook2's place and baked a prettyful pie without me. *upturns nose*

So here you go! Pictures of your fave baybee. :)

My iPhone camera sucks balls, I know. Sorry.

***

Chippendales has come to Singapore! I shall no longer have to go all the way to Vegas! Or to Bangkok and pay for ones that don't even understand the lewd things I'm saying! Because communication is always important.

My 21st is the coming. :D Who's paying?

***

Would you look at the cutesy little baby schnookums in her widdle Burberry-ish dog bed~
=3

**(edit)
Casserole is the ugliest, most delicious thing I've ever been proud to say I made. ^^

Ugly + Sedap = Always a winning combination.

Erotica. Santa Monica. Coca Cola.

2010-01-22T23:44:00.004+08:00

Okay, fine. I miss McD's-ing. As unmanly as pouring out my feelings sounds.

Heartless suns of beaches posting happily about meeting up. *scowl*

...

Waking up in a new city (fine, not that far from home, but still) every morning can be a little unnerving, but also really exciting, for lack of a more inventive word.

Taking on the full responsibility of a household is by no means an easy feat, especially living with children as inexperienced as myself. We get on each others' nerves every once in awhile, but generally are happy enough with each other to be goofy with. Even if I do get called a neat freak.

And then there was one. Who didn't think so.

I don't think it's very mature or constructive of me to take everything personally and get seriously offended over the whole affair, but that doesn't mean I don't feel that way. But it doesn't make me any happier so I might as well dispense with it and finally accept that I can't make everyone happy - and that it isn't a failure on my part. Or so I'd like to think. *shrug*

...

University itself is, as best as I can quote, "...a blur. A stressful, surreal, blur."

Handling shitloads of transactions and applications and dunnowtf's by myself and having only myself to blame if I get them mixed up or forget, is pretty darn grr.

And the lessons? Like why is the degree world running at fastforward speed. My poor brain's smoking.

But to their credit, I really do love Accounting and Economics, and I think Mankiw writes textbooks in the cutest way - I smile everytime I read it! Hahah.

And I love tutorials! Yes kill me now.

And I love the Law Library! The kids there are so stressed out about their million-word essays that you get a little tense hearing (eavesdropping) them talk, that you just have you sit your ass down and concentrate harder on what you're doing to try and match up. Resulting in more work getting done. Hahah.

I'm a little sad my other subject is a lot like what Edgar & Daniel's class used to be, without Edgar or Daniel. Or Sylvea. Or Cathy. :(

...

I always get into arguments with Xtians (the only kind it is politically correct for me to get into religious arguments with) about their faith and upholding religious... you know, duties, rituals, etc.

So obviously I have not read the Bible beyond the tiny section of the creation of the universe.

So I pick up my roomie's book and decide to open my mind for once and give it a chance.

And then...

What. The. Fug.

That little section was about this guy, who saw two angels in the form of dudes, and said, "Yo! C'mon over to my place dawgs!!" Or something to that effect in ancient Hebrew. So they pergi lah. Then right, all the men of the city right, turn up at the guy's door, and say, "Eh macha! Where the two f'lers you brought over to your house as guests? Bring them out now! We're super horny and we want to give them both a good bang." Wow a hundred over penises up your ass in one night. That's gonna hurt in the morning.

Okay so anyway the guy says, "Eh cannot la... These fellas my guests lah. How can do such thing! Don't disgrace me can! Eh tell you what la. I got two daughters, both virgins. I'll take them out and give them to you; do whatever you please to them." SERIOUSLY WTF. Guaranteed one-way ticket to the Rumah Orang-orang Tua.

But the men of the city tak mau. They want ass. MAN ass. "No you stfu! You blardy pendatang think you can tell us what to do?! We don't have all night; now get out of the way!" So they like all hornily rush into the guy's house and buka the pintu to the room where the angel dudes were, and then... THEY GO BLIND.

Moral of the story: Men don't fuck men. If you even think about it, you will go blind. So don't do it okay.

Okay so it continues, something about God angry with the city of buggers so he like destroyed it and the guy's wife turning into garam (okay okay I only continued reading because I didn't expect the Bible to have such scandalous themes) and yadaa yadaa.

Years have passed and the guy is now like super old. The two daughters (yes the ones he was so ready to offer to the men to shag) say how much they kesian their father because he's about to keel over and doesn't have an heir. So this is their brilliant plan: "We'll make dear old Pops so drunk, then we'll fuck him, and we'll have his heirs for him. He'll finally be happy." Oh yeah.

Um, so they summed it up and said that's how some two nations originated. But don't quote me on this I was already really really disturbed.

OMG WTF. WHAT IS THAT SHIT DOING IN A HOLY BOOK?!?! SOMEBODY FIRE THE EDITOR!

And to think Momma wanted me to read the thing when I was a kid. Boy, I wonder what I would've growed up to be.

Oh and the text on circumcision. *smacks forehead* Apparently if you've not undergone the snip-snip, you have like, no Offer & Acceptance with God or something, and I do believe there are instructions to ostracize people in your household who refuse to get it done. What turf.

It is for reasons like this I think religion is a made up bunch of bull that has successfully bullshitted millions over the last couple of thousand years. I mean, so illogical! Why would the Great Architect, design you with foreskin only to have you slice it off?! Such a waste of resources!

I will come up with a religion that requires everyone to remove their appendix.

...

My sexay doc called me gundu! TT.TT

...

I am on a buying disgustingly pretty things spree. What am I turning into.

...

Hate it when you whine. Shut your pie-hole and just do it. Do yourself a favour and grow the fuck up.

PS: I have noticed that this post has increased in percentage of unnecessary profanity. I apologize, but will blame it on reduced adult supervision. :P

Jumble-aya.

2009-12-15T00:45:00.004+08:00

I am very much excited. I don't know what to put up on the notices saying I'm looking for people to share the place, I don't know if they'll be nice, cultured human beings, I don't know what's going to happen.

Chances are I won't get the place, but I'm gonna keep trying anyhow. Ain't no way I'm staying in that cupboard for a year! XP

...

Also, cravings. More of the craving-to-make than craving-to-eat this time around.

Most of which I will have severe difficulty making due to the lack of equipment. Like say a candy thermometer. Or a grill. Or talent. *downcast eyes*

...

Oh and I looks like a Chinababy now. :D

...

Am still stunned over imeem being defunct and all now! Why does it seem that all good things must come to an end. :(

I wonder how the poor founder must feel.

Am severely missing playing Itsumo Nando Demo on loop for hours and hours! So now I'm reduced to singing the thing on loop for hours and hours. (Level of actual talent is subjective.)

Yondeiru muneno dokoka okude
Itsumo kokoro odoru yume wo mitai
Kanashimi wa kazoe kirenai keredo
Sono mukoude kitto anataniaeru

Yeah okay so that's the only verse I know. But that's not my fault now is it. Stupid MySpace. XP

...

I'm still not really getting into the Facebook craze. Sure, it promotes my unhealthy obsession with stalking people and that's undeniably fun. But yeah, don't see how people feel the need to spend half their lives in front of the comp just because of it.

I must be missing out on something.

Someday I will love myself enough to post up 1,000 pictures of myself, just like everybody else.

I May Have Died And Gone To Heaven

2009-12-13T21:29:00.002+08:00

OMG HE SAID YES!!!

HE SAID YES!!!

:D :D :D

DID YOU HEAR ME?!?!

Hee. :D

He says I can come see the place after Christmas. :D

I is so excited can!! *menari-nari*

Quick! Tell Me If I'm Crazy.

2009-12-10T20:39:00.003+08:00

So disappointed!

I thought I could look for a real, human accommodation, as opposed to the tiny cupboard at the HELP Residences.

Went to three houses today:

House #1:
Old, run-down, kinda filthy, very very messy, with wires taped down all over the floor, dust all over the windows, really old cupboards, a kitchen that could qualify for a dai chaw place, and mattresses crumbling to bits. Oh, and posters of stars from the 70s pasted all over the walls. And the potential roomie is a slob. And my mom calls me a slob. Oh the children she has not seen. RM350.

House #2
Also old, also run-down, a little less filthy, but the rest of the place looks almost like the first. And no roomie yet but unless you get one you pay RM700. Next to a kindie. *gasp*

House #3
Found impromptu. A little less old and run down, and potentially not as filthy, if any of the occupants cleaned up after themselves. Funky-smelling. And noisy 'cause of the traffic. A lot cheaper. RM450 private room.

Okay, I never imagined I'd say this but the Residences are so much more suited to human living! I would be living like a peasant with everything microscopic-sized but at least everything would be new-ish and clean!! (or at least as clean as me and my roomie will be)

Those student houses can barely pass for pigsties! How can they live like that! I couldn't resist the urge to clean up despite me not even living there. Absolutely filthy, messy, unorganized places to live, if that's what they're called!

And then I saw it.

Desa Bistari.

It's effing perfect! Okay so it won't be furnished macam itu and I probably don't need a place as fancy as this but even shared with like what, 4 other people this place is awesome!

I don't mind! As long as they aren't advocates of slovenly living.

(okay I know I'm dreaming almost sky-high now, but lemme go on)

I want it so bad! I want four other people who also want it so bad!

But I spoke to the guard and he scrunched up his face at the fact I was a student looking for accommodation. He was under the impression that all student tenants are delinquents who throw wild parties and disturb the neighbours or bring mansluts in and compromise the safety of a family condo. *snort*

I just got Facebook yesterday, Uncle. I am in a social coma. So don't worry.

OMGOMGOMG I'm so excited!!

But I haven't called the guy yet! I really really, really really x2010 want this place.

Now of course comes the question of how I am going to find 4 other willing people to share the place.

Wow. I sound crazy even to myself.

Yup, still want it. ;P

The Chronicles of Facebook.

2009-12-09T22:24:00.003+08:00

OMG I'm in the middle of getting Facebook!

At last!

Sending out friend requests is so weird.

What if I remember them but they don't remember me? What if I thought I knew them but actually I don't? What if I miss out somebody and they get offended and burn down my house? What if..?

Okay okay getting on with it. Feeling really weird since I haven't made an effort to speak to most in a while. :S

Oh wow. I just realized I dont take a lot of pictures of myself. Good ones at least. :P Shall steal from Cathy.

Oh wow people actually approved me. And it seems I accidentally friend requested people I don't know. And they still approved. Whew.

Oh wow it turns out all you suns of beaches lied to me. It's really complicated!

Now I'm just sitting here staring afraid to touch anything for fear it may blow up in my face.

Sifu Sylvea I need you!! :S

(edit)
Oh wow stalking people is really fun! Who cares if I haven't figured out the other stuff. I think there will soon be a law protecting you guys from me.

OwO Always.

ARGHHHHH!!!!

2009-12-08T20:45:00.005+08:00

Po: But dad, didn't you ever, I don't know, want to do something else? Something besides noodles?
Mr. Ping: Actually, when I was young and crazy, I thought about running away and learning how to make tofu.
Po: So why didn't you?

Yeah, why didn't I!

Mr. Ping: Oh, because it was a stupid dream; can you imagine *me* making tofu? [laughs airily]

I don't wanna have to ever say that to my son.

I WANT TO MAKE TOFUUUUUUU

:(

...

Staying at home sneezing my balls out is really, really fun. *sniffle*

Whinerbaby.

2009-12-02T22:59:00.008+08:00

I am having a reasonably severe case of pre-uni jitters.

Everything from academic performance, to living alone, to getting along with my roommate worries the hell outta me. Amongst other things.

But then again pre-college I was worried them big mean KL kids would trip me up and pee on me. Daily.

So I guess I'll survive.

I pray.

I pray and hope beyond hope somebody will give up their single room to me soon, or that I'll earn enough points to do a 1+2 and not have to even think about living in a private cupboard at all. Please oh please oh PLEASE dear Lord.

Until then I have to practice.

"Nihao."

"War how."

"Da jia hao."

...

Oh, and here's a pic of my "cupboard". This is on the HELP webbie; it says this is Deluxe, but from what the girl showed me the other day, the Standard (which I'll be getting) looks pretty much like this.

Oh, and this is the view when you open the door and barely step inside. The fridge-sized bathroom is on the right.

Loverlie, isn't it.

And my peasantlike living shall be supported with an unbelievably meager allowance.

Yes I complain a lot.

Please oh please neurons I need you so.

...

I shall be returning to work tomorrow! And Friday! And Saturday! *tralalalala*

So until then...

Nihao, everyone!

(hmm that's not quite right is it.)

Oh yes. Pix sourced from here and here.

TEEHEE!

2009-11-25T22:16:00.007+08:00

"Jyeh."

"Vart"

"What is DotA?"

"It's a silly comp game that geek boys in China like to play. Stick to your PS3."

"No lah! It's cool! See, Yang lemme download."

*smacks forehead*

"What I mean is, what does DotA actually stand for?"

*scoff* "Play game can dunno name one meh."

"I think it's [something silly and totally salah which I have forgotten] but just checking lah."

"Hah! Where'd you get that one! It's not lah stoopid."

"You so smart then you tell me la."

"Stupid."

"........... You don't know, do you."

"Of course I know. You think people stupid like you ah."

"Then what is it."

.

.

.

.

"Dead or Totally Alive."

...

Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is a book on crack. Seriously.

...

I traipsed around a certain prospective college today. With my PARENTS. *buries face in the sand*

There were. So. Many. PEOPLE. *groans*

Oh, what I would have given to have disappeared on the spot.

*sigh* I have decided on something logical, viable, and safe.

You guessed it.

Instead of something fun and exciting, and to heck with career prospects. *draws circles in the sand*

And looks like any chance of it becoming even remotely fun and exciting has been shrouded in the gloomy cloud of financial limitation.

And I STILL don't have a place to stay! The hostels sound like... rooms to sleep in. Very. Expensive. Rooms to sleep in.

And *gasp!* a room mate! What about privacy to do things like say, pick my nose, fart and twirl about??

...

(edit: 26/11)

Just went through piles and piles of A-Level crap desperately searching for necessary documents... Heh.

Just too heavy-hearted to throw them out I guess, looking at the "illustrations" we made on each other's notes. (paid such undivided attention in class now, didn't we.)

I am such a sap.

I've come to realize that at every turning point in life, you will meet new people, love them to bits, and then end up leaving them behind and probably never seeing them again for the rest of your natural life. And then the cycle repeats itself again and again and goes on and on like a bad dream... Like them reruns of Friends.

*sigh*

And that's why I need to get myself Facebook yeah? *twiddles thumbs*

...

I don't know why most people perceive leadership as having to yell at people all the time. As an employee, you are eager to please and want to get the job done as best you possibly can. So why don't managerial people see that? All that grinding and public humiliation isn't going to make them function better, you know.

Which is why I am eternally grateful for my first experience. :)

So come, let us celebrate with a poem.

Hahahahahahhahah.

...

Oh. Watched Twilight today. So many people brought their kids wtf. They kept whining and sorta spoiled the whole experience. *sulk*

No, I was not there to watch the live-action adaptation of a bestselling vampire romance novel. Nor was I there for the rich and engaging plot or awesome acting.

If I remember correctly, the movie was completely pointless except for one thing:

Fanservice.

And I confess: I was there for the underage, topless and ripped werewolf action.

Why was it necessary for the wolf-boys to be running about in the rain wearing nothing but shorts and shoes? Why was it necessary for Jacob to not wear a shirt for most of the movie? Why was it necessary for Edward to expose his sparkly abs in public?

And then I realize I really don't care.

:D :D

Not when a good three-quarters of the movie features THAT.

~~I sure wish I had a superbuff underage werewolf bestfriend who looks like Taylor and has this propensity to walk about in the rain half nekkid~~

What more reason do you need, really!? Go watch it already. :P

PS: Yes I know what DotA is. *roll eyes* Obviously my brother has become harder to trick since the days I could convince him he can breathe underwater with his ears.

Did I mention that we have a deep, mutual respect for each other?

Cheesus.

2009-11-23T17:53:00.004+08:00

Eek! Jehovah's Witnesses! Run! Hide! *slams door*

I know it's rude to cut people off before they've even had a chance to speak, but seriously now. Door-to-door preaching will scare the bejesus outta ANYONE.

...

I'm not sure if Tequila knows if Leeloo is gone now; but her separation anxiety's back. *sigh*

We buried her in the back yard next to the willow tree that marks Rico's resting spot.

I keep her collar.

...

The shop has new cheesecakes! Which sadly I did not have the opportunity to try because greedy people wiped them off the shelves before I got there. T__T

Oh well.

...

Off to make some potato bake. :D Been craving potatoes for a while now.

Last week's quiche was pretty darned good. But all cheesy, artery-clogging goodness must be taken in moderation*cough*

...

Quick poll: You see a guy obsessively reading all four volumes of Twilight. Perfectly alright or 100% ghey? I was having an argument and am determined to be right. :P

Gone Too Soon

2009-11-20T01:04:00.002+08:00

My baby left us about ten minutes ago.

She would have turned four on April 23rd.

She's curled up in a box in the back yard.

Her sister has no idea.

We'll start digging at 7am.

I'm sorry I didn't try harder baby.

Oh, and fuck you, you sick bastard for poisoning my dog. There's a special place in hell for pup-killer assholes like you.

2009-11-08T20:54:00.003+08:00

THEY CANCELED THE BLOODY EDUCATION FAIR.

Stupid @#$%!@#$@!#!@@#!

PS: Who else feels like killing Sylvea Chan for deleting her blog for the 10,000th time

God's Idea of a Social Experiment?

2009-11-08T07:24:00.003+08:00

These past few days have been particularly "religious", so to speak.

Because of the prayers for Grandma who has left us, and the very Catholic people who have come nightly as spiritual support, I have been able to overhear and participate in spiritual discussions.

The conclusions of which I shall not disclose here, for fear of another heated session of preaching.

The thing is, I am not an atheist; I believe in The Big Guy upstairs, and it is possible he has little helpers in many forms (hey, you try and create the world without help), and it is possible there is an afterlife, and a rebirth. Hopefully. If not,

"Say a prayer,
But let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show"

I do believe He'll show, but since He loves us and all I highly doubt he wants us to not be happy. Unless kidnapping and torturing people or bitching around floats your boat.

Whether or not He shows, hey, at least be prepared to say you've lived a full and happy life. :)

The thing is that I'm not sure the Word is authentic or not; it was written a bajillion years (I'm sorry I'm not entirely historically accurate) ago, by several hundred different people, and in about fifty different languages, published in a country not of its origin, etc etc.

Can you imagine the inconsistencies?!?

Of course, the bajillion years has also contributed to the fact that many arsewipes have sought to use it to manipulate minds and for politics and yadaa yadaa and so the whole concept is pretty much warped beyond repair.

Call it a failed project if you will, contributed by the very nature of ours: the capacity of free will. There is the best and the worst in us; but it is our choices that make us who we are. Nobody is capable of not sinning ever, so I doubt any of us should be in the position to judge. Unless some guy murdered 18 people or something lah, in which case he should be strung upside down by his ankles and have rancid durian pelted at him.

Anywhoosers, if we were really meant to KNOW, we'd all be sainted and the world would eat rainbows and poop butterflies.

But it isn't, and I think it'd just be a great start if we could just stop digging up differences to get heated up over; it's so ridiculous!

"Your Bible is different from my Bible/Quran/Torah/etc. Therefore I dunwan to friend you." (putting it simply; but it does sound that stupid, doesn't it.)

"We Protestants are not like you Catholics. We don't pray to God's mother, grandmother or aunty all." (this is entirely quoted and yes, actually uttered by a real human being)

"God said not to make any images!! You heathens!!" (albeit exaggerated, but also true. Hence it should mean all artists' works are demonic and evil.)

Kids tend to think that "misusing the name of God" means exclaiming, "Oh my GAWD!" which would make me the biggest sinner of all time. Which is totally stupid but we forgive them because they are children.

I would see it as using the Scriptures as excuses to start hating people.

"You cabbage-eater barbarian! Die!! *killkillkill*"

Look, I know life is hard, and your boss isn't being very fair, and your kid is smoking pot, and you're just very frustrated and want to take it out somewhere, anywhere; but really now. Grow up. XP

"Why do you want to ask which denomination I come from? No need to ask la. It just makes us hate one another. We're all children of God after all."

The wise words of then-13-year-old Elizabeth. ;)

Gah, it's too early in the morning for such heavy topics. Will go back to sleep now; woke up at 5 gungho-ly.

Anywhoosers, I will be going to MV a little later; will drop by and see my loverlie peoples at the shop and head for Education Fair 2009 (last day tomorrow!) and (*whine*) search for options.

Charsiew again or another attempt at roti? Stupid roti never turns out for me. *pout*

I NEED A PLACE TO LIVE PEOPLE!! Grr.

Greatest Moob Dance Of All Time.

2009-11-04T00:10:00.004+08:00

31st October was my last day at work. I kinda miss it already; my colleagues, Boss, fave customers... not to mention the hunky sweethearts who waltz in to buy desserts for their sweethearts.

*sigh*

I hope I'm there to see everyone I know and love there achieve their crazy-ass dreams. :)

***

Bye Grandma.

(03.06.1936 - 1.11.2009)

Found some old pix of her when she was younger while we were looking for one to place on the engraving plate.

She was one hot babe. Phewwit.

***

Time to face the future; yet again.

*whine*

Do I really have to...?

***

It would be a CRIME not to share this with you.

I usually think wrestling is retarded, and naturally condemn watching it, but hey, I have a younger brother.

And when you find gems like these, well, can't say I can complain.

Random, Disjointed Rabble

2009-10-27T00:24:00.003+08:00

I can't decide which I want more - being able to wear anything I want and not puke at my reflection in the mirror, or eat anything and as much of it as I want with reckless abandon. :(

***

Currently thinking of A Troll In Central Park. Probably the gayest movie I've ever enjoyed.

***

Okay, cravings.

Char koay kak. Piping hot with chives and salty-sweet preserved radish pieces and the whole shebang. Melaka road trip, anyone? :D
Popiah chee. No more cravings for I'm making these babies soon.
Pietee.
For some strange reason, Rotiboy. You know, with the butterscotch centre. *stomach gurgles*
RJ braised chicken with fried garlic rice swimming in charsiew sauce. Oh man oh man that stuff is to die for.
Char koay teow.
Peanut pau! Which nobody seems to sell wtf
That deep-fried glutinous rice ball with peanut filling (the name eludes me)
Yam basket! With kung po kai ting. Or kung po frogs' legs. That'll work.
BreadStory. Oh yeahhhh
Bakkwa
Siewpao
Old style butter cupcakes
Rice
Sweet stuff from the office... Like the peach stuff... Which they always seem to make on days I ain't workin... Hmph. Wish the peach stuff was made with the ginger cake tho-

OMG STOP!!!

How la liddat. If I had just one wish, I'd wish that every excess calorie I had would go to some starving child in Cambodia (because I think Cambo's are cute). See, that way I'd get to help someone needy and have my cake! Literally. Bah! So much for daydreams. *sulk*

***

On the to-do list!

Popiah chee
Lor bak
Pumpkin soup
Char Siew
Get Link's ass to Hyrule Castle (whaaat?! I like that game.)
Buy a new mouse. Stupid thing is spazzing out.

Made a one-pot chicken rice thing today. Not too bad; it'll prolly end up a college-days dish for its simplicity. The new Shiitake mushrooms are DISGUSTING! Must get yummier ones.

And oh god do I lurve my Microplane. I love it to bits. Grates ginger like magic! No disgusting chunks to bite into. God, I love my Microplane.

***

I thought I could take Psychology as my pick but apparently they need me to do MATH?!?! Wtf. The hard kind summore. Oh well.

Probably not for me anyhow. I'd tell all the emo suicidals to just go ahead and do it and save the bother of making everyone go through their misery.

OH WHAT WILL I DO WITH MY LIFEEEEEEE

Urgh I might probably really end up picking something safe and disgusting like Accounting.

Why can't I be something exciting like, the chick version of Hugh Hefner (won't you ladies adore moi. Toyboy Mansion woot!), or berdrama on TV, or be a biofuel tycoon who makes my gazillions selling pig shit, or own an international charkoayteow franchise, or become WangLeeHom's tai-tai? Why?! WHYYYYYYY

Because I live in the real world, right? Sigh. *picks at fingernails*

FLUFF.

2009-10-24T00:11:00.005+08:00

Wow. That most be the first one-word title I've ever used.

Not that I have anything against one-word titles. :P

But I digress! For today, I am supposed to share FLUFF! As in FLUFF!

It's a love story
Baby just say
Yes

Yeah. That kind. :3

I know I've been whining a lot about how nasty people can be at work, but I've never mentioned that it is also the place where truly lovely people can be found. Not just my Boss and colleagues (we'll save that for another day), but customers as well.

See, people usually save our pretty pastries (ooh look alliteration!) for special events, so they're usually sweet people who care enough to plan in advance for that special occasion for their loved ones. Aww. And I swoon every time a man comes in and says "I was just looking at your cupcakes and thinking of... uh, someone... She loves these things!". Never mind if it's his boyfriend he's talking about. 'Cause that's just plain darn sweet.

So now I say it's officially unfair that men equate everything to sex. Unless of course the equation goes something like this:

Cupcakes = she likes! = she happy! = shehornywanttofug

Then it'll be a bit disappointing la. But I'm going to have faith in the human race today.

But anyway! Cutest love story evarrr!

This guy right, he came in, and bought a dessert for his chick, and said,

"I have a special request to ask of you. When she comes in, could you give her this? *holds out and envelope* Ask her to read it immediately, then tell her, 'SMS him.' She will understand. She's not allowed to call! That will give her the location of the next clue."

OMG sofa king cute can?!?!

So me and Jeansie were like swooning all over the place despite ourselves and were totally dying to see what she looked like!! (if she was ugly and totally bitchy and undeserving of him then we could cry over another perfect man lost. But she wasn't.) She came in a salmon pink dress and wowwee, was she purty. She was smiley and excited and totally cool and sporting about her dude sending her on this crazy treasure hunt. We gawked at her through the frosted glass panels and I was jumping up and down and squealing,
"OMFG that's so cute! OMFG that was so farking cuteeee!!! I think he's gonna propose!! OMG so cuteeeee!!!!"

So we sent the really cool dude an SMS notifying that she had gotten it, and he replied, "Yes I know. I saw her walk in. Haha. Thanks for all your help." So nice of him not to mention my jumping about and swooning and spying on her like a sampatfour. :P

And while we were punching in his purchase he was on the phone arranging for some boat ride. Can you say, "WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"? Amazing Race-style proposal. The man is a genius.

I think pastry and love are meant to go hand-in-hand. Bakerella did something nice for this couple. SHO CUTEEE.

***

I saw Wanyi and Jeffery in MV today. :)

***

Thankiuuuu Cathy for the translation... It's hard work and I kinda suck balls at it but I loves it! A coupla words were read wrong but since my writing is fugly it's amazing enough you read like, 98% of it right. XD

Cat: Wahhh Jackie you look like a GIRL!!!

Discovery of the century, ladies and gentlemen.

Psst! Cheese In Pour. Hahahahahahah

***

Perverted humour. (NSFW) Go figure.

Artist's a woman apparently, so that's kinda cool.

We need more openly perverted (and funny) women in this world. (i.e. Rumiko Takahashi!) It's only right.

Fave. (NSFW) "I make statues you can f*ck!" LMAO

PS: Now really, if you're gonna act like you have a stick up yer ass after you follow those links then just don't in the first place la ok? You has been warnded.

HELP MEEEEEE D:

2009-10-22T23:49:00.002+08:00

My fingers are on fayar!!!

Make the burning go away... *whine*

I shall never cut a million chillies with bare hands ever again. :'(

I Had Nasi Lemak.

2009-10-16T19:48:00.002+08:00

For the first time in my life.

Tonight. ^^

I know. I can almost hear the cries of "INFIDEL!!!"

And I'd like to say...

It doesn't taste as bad as when you fart it out. Lol. Yeah 'been avoiding it these past years 'cause of the smell that comes out your rear end a couple of hours after you consume it... XD

But that's not the point! The point is that I made it (:D :D) and made them into adorable little nasi lemak hors d'œuvre thingies à la Boss! (super :D).

Did I mention it's my first time? Did I mention I usually suck at anything involving a flame? Did I mention my usually-cynical brat brother said the sambal I made was awesome? (THANK YOU AMY BEH!!!)

I made awesome-tasting stuff that looks awesome. (Never mind the unoriginality of the entire thing. Beginners have to start somewhere.) :D

I'm sorry. The idea of it all is still sinking in. :D

Ah; the unrepentant self-promoter in me. :D :D :D

Sick of me yet? :P

***

Guess it wasn't a completely wasted day then.

I actually planned to make the nasi lemak hors d'oeuvres for Rosary today, but since all the people were away for Deepavali holidays it was postponed... So much for taking a day off to be somewhat religious for an hour. *shrug*

But who cares! I made awesome-tasting awesome-lookin' stuff! Heeee. :D :D

2009-10-15T02:25:00.003+08:00

Come on now, loves. =)

I ain't no hippie.

So kiss and make up before I comes spank ya!! ;P

Kicked In The Nuts.

2009-10-13T23:15:00.004+08:00

Poodle A: Hi, are you JessicaAlba*?

Me: Uh, no. I'm Jackie. Are you looking for anyone in particular? =)

Poodle A: Yes, JessicaAlba. I believe she owns the place or something.

Me: Uh... There isn't a JessicaAlba here as far as I'm aware of, I'm afraid. =)

Poodle A: Well there has to be, because she *points at Poodle B* knows a JessicaAlba; so we actually have connections (emphasis on the word) to the store. Who is the owner then? Not you, I suppose?

Me: The owner's name is Chuck*... No, *laughs* I'm not; I help-

Poodle B: *interupts* Tsk no she's just doing SALES lah. *waves hand at me like I'm some fly at a mamak stall and proceeds to sashay out of the store*

Me: Muthafacking bitch. *socks her one*

Yeah yeah only inma imajinasin. -.-''

I hope there's a special place is purgatory for this brand of arrogance and I'll be the one dishing out the cruel and unusual punishments. :D

Strangely enough this kind of thing doesn't happen to my other colleagues; can't help to think if it's because they're older or because it's just me and I'm not doing something right. :S

IF ANYONE HERE DARES TO MENTION "FACE PROBLEM" TO ME YOU'RE GONNA GET ONE TOO. Grr, I said.

**names obviously changed to protect my see fatt. =D

Oh well. At least this person thinks I'm nice. C:

Yes I Google myself to see what people think of my service periodically. Go shove it up yo a$s.

***

OH WHY OH WHY DIDN'T I GO AND WATCH FREAKIN' SURROGATES WITH MOMMY AND DADDY AND PUPU WHY OH WHY

Ah; the missed opportunities of my life. X___X

***

On a lighter note, I cannot believe the PMR babies like, finished PMR! These are like the final batch of younglings whose faces are familiar to me, and will always look like widdle babies to me. :3

Can't believe they'll be freakin' Form 4 next year.

*wistful sigh*

***

Padma honey I'm so so sowiee about Deepavali, I am. :S

Pohtaytoe, Pohtahtoe

2009-10-11T22:51:00.004+08:00

Okay. For the record, I like MEN.

Just so everyone's clear on that. Okay? Okay. Good.

~~Thereisn'tastorybehindthisnoreally~~

***

Happy birthday to AJ! She's finally as old and ugly and stinky as me. :D

We loves you loads!! (hearts)

***

Sometimes I'm so unforgivably cheesy I wonder if it's even healthy. :)

2009-09-30T19:56:00.002+08:00

WAH GOT EARTHQUAKE.

Better not bloody quake all over the place when I cook Friday.

Blender + earthquake = not something I wanna experience.

Wrath Is A Deadly Sin Right?

2009-09-30T00:39:00.003+08:00

Sometimes I get so angry, so so angry at stupid people I meet every day.

Until I get tired at being angry so much and wonder if it's all even worth my blood pressure.

"You must learn to calm down, Jackie."

Ah, how true. I remember telling my colleague she shouldn't go looking for this 'cos it's sortof my "let it out" zone - nothing fancy and artsy or intellectual like theirs. So I hides. *sheepish*

Sorry if you ever find it, love. At least I hold in all the profanity at werk. :D

But it's time to let it out again! Or I will probably have to start resorting to smoking pot or something.

I tell you, if you guys are ever, EVER mean to service people, I will cut... your nose off.

Seriously now. *glare*

I know we're not supposed to complain about customers and that would be horribly unprofessional blahblahblah... but c'mon. Cut me some slack. I'm 19. Immature. Hotheaded. You get the picture.

So all the justifying myself will end here. :D

I swear, for the BEST SERVICE IN THE FUCKEN WORLD we give, we just happen to get the WORST FUCKEN CUSTOMERS IN THE WORLD.

Just how fair is that?!

Okay I'm not gonna let anyone hold this against me so I shall now speak theoretically. Oversimplified kind of theoretically.

Here are a number of situations we face on like, a daily basis. I SWEAR.

1.)
"I want you to build me a Ferrari. I want it to be the F40 model, red with custom seats, etc for my girlfriend's birthday. Her birthday is actually today so I'm in a lot of shit already lah actually. So I want it to be delivered to my residence in South Africa by tomorrow morning."

-I'm sorry sir, but that will be quite impossible. It takes (a certain period of time) to assemble one of our cars, I'm quite sure you understand, what with the custom job and all. Also shipping does take (a certain amount of time) so I regret to inform you that we won't be able to take your order. We can, however, (follow normal procedure, get car like every other gazillionaire). Would you still like us to proceed with your order under these conditions?

"No I don't want it to be (like normal procedure)! Why don't you understand, you nitwit, that I want my gf's car by tomorrow! TOMORROW dammit! You don't know how to see dates one ah?! So stupid what kind of lousy company is this!!"

2.)
A man walks into McDonald's.

"Hi. I would like to take swimming lessons please."

-Swimming lessons? Uh... I'm sorry but we are a fast food franchise; we don't offer swimming lessons. We do have our yummy artery-clogging burgers though! Would you like to get a meal for yourself today? *smile*

"What! No swimming lesson! How come ah, your poster got a man wearing swimming attire? I thought this shop got offer swimming lesson! Haiya so misleading! No I don't want burger! Let's see what else your poster got... Oh got clown! Ok two tickets to the circus show please."

3.)
A woman walks into a sushi restaurant.

"Hi waiter! Give me sashimi one set okay. But I don't want it raw ah!"

-*stares blankly* Would you like our salmon teriyaki instead? That's cooked fish. *smile*

"No I don't want whatever teriyucky! I want sashimi! But I don't want it raw! Don't understand ah! Just cook it for me lah! Eeyerr."

4.)
Okay another McDonald's example. I love Mickey D's! Lol.

"Give me a cheeseburger."

-Would you like the McValue Meal?

"I said cheeseburger right. *rolls eyes*"

-Alright one cheeseburger coming right up! Here you go miss.

"Excuse me where are my drink and fries?"

-But you only asked for a cheeseburger. *blur*

"Wah so terrible one the service!"

4.)
Yet another Mickey D's one. XD Can't be more imaginative. Sorry.

"Hi, give me your... Big Mac McValue Meal."

-Coming right up! Here you go. *smile*

"Eh! How come ONE burger only not three? The fries and drink tak sedap lah! Then the "McValue" meal not value dy lor! Eee so disgusting cheat people one."

5.)
McD's! Lol.

"Hi can I speak to the owner of the franchise please."

-How may I help you?

"*so none of your biznes! face* I would like to make an order."

-Oh! That's my job. *laughs politely* So what will you be having today, miss?

"*you dare talk to me, scum?! face* I think I will speak to the franchise owner, thank you!"

They somehow drag the owner out of somewhere.

Franchise owner: Yes?

"I want to order ah, Chicken McNuggets."

6.)
"So what's so special about your Happy Meal that makes it different from other fast food meal sets? Will really make people happy meh?"

7.)
Man walks into a tong sui shop.

"Your ginger syrup soup ah, very sweet one ah?"

-Uh, well it is ginger SYRUP soup, so yes, it does contain sugar. *smile*

"Aiyerr which means very sweet one lah! I don't like very sweet one! Too many calories! And why got sweet potato one! A lot of carbs! Very fattening!"

-*loses temper* Well what are you fucken doing in a frickin tong sui shop then?! What don't tell me you never take sugar or carbs in your life! Take sugar will die one ah! Again, if you don't like sugar why are you fucking asking about fucking ginger SYRUP soup?!?!

Seriously! How can you not want to kill these people?!?! I swear they are really that stupeed! And that's just today's encounters!! I seriously wonder if I can take this in future. If this is the right career choice. Grr.

And I have to deal with a type "Ferrari" in the morning. *whine*

PS: I never lose my temper. I wish I could; but I can only dream of how immensely satisfying that must feel. :(

Only A Man In A Funny Red Sheet.

2009-09-26T22:13:00.003+08:00

Why does Blogspot have a picture of a cake next to its logo, lol.

Just some random stuff that's been going through my mind for now...

Even heroes have the right to bleed

I saw Cheah Huey Miin on the KTM! Hahah I can still spell her name am I awesome or what. :P

Have you ever wondered what happens to people who deliberately hurt people who love them loads? I hope they go to that downstairs place which is like superhot where they'll be forced to watch Teletubbies re-runs for the rest of purgatory.

The girl in Art Friend thinks I'm a man. XD

I had this bland casual convo with her (and got a discount! See, being nice pays.) and when we got to introducing ourselves...

Me:
*shakes hand* Yeah hey I'm Jackie. :)

Cheng:
Cheng. Jackie? J-A-C-K...Y?

Me:
I-E.

Cheng:
I-E. Wait. Is that even a girl's name?

Me:
*puffs out chest* Do I look like one to you?

Cheng:
*horrified* You mean... you're not? o__0

She didn't get my joke. :(

Well after that she had to attend to another customer so I never got a chance to reaffirm her of my true gender.

Have you ever had to tell someone, "HEY I'M A CHICK!!!"?

Nope. Betcha it only happens to me.

Anyways just for kicks, would I make an attractive man? *bats eyelashes*

Eh I tell you a funny story. One minute I was standing on a RapidKL bus holding onto one of those funny yellow poles and the next I was on the floor slumped on my knees with no memory of falling.

...means I terpengsan right? Thank God the certain breed of foreign workers didn't decide they were too concerned for my wellbeing. *shudders*

OMG OMG OMG HE SAID HI TO ME HE SAID HI TO ME HE SAID HI. LIKE TO ME. AKU. *wheeze* Am I creepy shit or what. :D

No Cammie I am not lying I swear I saw Jay Chou on the bus! He looked this ugly. Exactly.

Well not exactly lah. The shirt inside diff one. But the fugly red-checkered shirt, the I'm-not-sure-they're-eyes-eyes and the kayu expression was like really the same!

I'm sowiee I didn't get his autograph/picture dear. I just couldn't care enough. :P

Am I still invited to your place for potluck?

Herrow Mehdem, wan buy VCD?

2009-09-18T23:11:00.008+08:00

Me: Blahblahblah (to a bored-looking Chinese woman) maybeyou'dlovetobuyourshitohyestonsandtonsofourshitblahblahblah

Lady: (accompanying bored-looking Chinese woman) *interrupts, starts pointing excitedly* Hey! Excuse me, but are you Filipino?!!

Me: *amused* Uh, no. What makes you say that? (and I smile perasantedly because hello have you seen Katrina Halili she's hot lor okay. So what if she didn't exactly say I look like her. :P)

Lady: Oh! *a bit malu dy* Because your accent is very Filipino! 'Cause I'm Filipino! Oh, but you don't sound Malaysian... They always have that... you know... accent...? Oknvmthxbye

I didn't mean to make her feel bad!! If only she knew what I was thinking:

WAH YOU MEAN I SOUND SEXY AND SULTRY AND LIKE I'M CAPABLE OF TAKING RIDICULOUSLY GOODLOOKING HAMSAP PICTURES WITH HOT PLASTIC SURGEONS HEEHEEHEE! *twirls hair with silly grin on face* ok yeah yeah she didn't say Halili. :P

Allow me my moment hor. C:

I'm so shameless somebody kick me.

***

I have one word for you: STROOPWAFELS.

Daddy went to Amsterdam, and didn't smoke pot. (What la! Aiyo.) Or eat space cake. *sulk*

But I forgive him.

Because of these.

Oh unholy oversweetened sticky gooey waffle joy. I love thee.

(If anybody says they're sold in Malaysia I will kwai... It means I've been missing them for 19 years!!! Gawd! So don't tell me? Lol)

PS: I have actually no idea what a "Filipino accent" is. XD

Gilerrr

2009-09-11T02:24:00.004+08:00

Omigosh what a crazy day! But hopefully it'll be worth it! *fingers crossed* Hee!

Anywhoosers I've been obsessing over

1. translating.

I've been trying to work out Leehom's Chun Yu Li Xi Guo De Tai Yang... (he wrote it himself so maybe it isn't fancy schmancy Chinese.. gua!) the lyrics, their meanings, traditional/simplified versions of each word, "correct" pinyin... All individually typed, searched and squinted for in my trusty DianHua. I am killing myself. Two days, and six lines, and a garbled gist of what I think it means. Lol. Cathy help meeee!!! XD

Last time I had rasckita's subbed YouTube vids to help me but oh nooo... Somebody has to come up with this thing called copyright laws. *sniff*

(Somewhere, inside me, I am foolishly hoping beyond hope that when I finish translating the song I can finally read the first page of my Jimmy Liao book. Talk about biting off more than you can chew! Go ahead. Laugh. Meh.)

2. tickling the ivories!

Or at least doggedly attempting to.

Oh why oh why didn't I continue taking lessons. *whine* Lol. Well I learn now lor okay!

I love Joe Hisaishi's (damn I love ANYTHING he comes up with) Itsumo Nando Demo (Always With You) and Yiruma's (discovered serendipitously!) Kiss The Rain which I have been playing on loop on imeem for the past four hours. :D Isn't there something about a man and his piano. *sighs*

And so I discover my little Yamaha organ doesn't have enough octaves(?) to play the former and I can't bleeding read the sheet music for the latter. I'm not smart enough. Yet. :P

Won't someone get me a chantek Clavinova for Christmas? Please? Maybe I'll only play 3 songs a year on it but I'll appreciate it mucho.. Weally I will. :3

3. doodling!

I have crap days, then not-so-crap days.

I wonder if I'll ever draw anything resembling what it's supposed to be. :S

But it's okay. Picasso is famous. For what reason I will never fully understand. Why am I not famous?!! Lol.

Naw. It makes me happy to see a face peeking out of a sheet that was previously blank - I have a God complex I suppose. *shrug* Look, a Stick Man. :P

Next I shall attempt to draw Zuko ~~nekkid~~ firebending. Yeah.

***

I seriously don't know whether to love or hate imeem. *flips a coin*

***

PS: I really really like Shihlin Taiwan Street Snacks' Sweet Plum Potato Fries. Like a lot a lot. They're so goodddd *nomnomnom*

2009-09-07T20:59:00.000+08:00

Sometimes I really can't tell what's right or wrong anymore.

It Breaks My Heart

2009-09-03T21:47:00.003+08:00

I've noticed that it's too much of a coincidence to be real.

Every day, around the time I get back from work, there are these tudung-clad ladies with children on their laps, one right outside the Mid Valley KTM entrance and another one at the Kuala Lumpur station crossover bridge.

They will sit there for hours in the icky nasty humid KL evenings (and nights too) with a paper cup (for alms) in front of them.

The children change, so I doubt they're really theirs. I doubt they're even local.

Still! It's so horrible! The first time I saw the MV lady she was holding a BABY. WTF?!?!

Just wtf is wrong with these people?! How sick can they get?! They're gonna screw up the kid's life before it's even a year old?

Every day when I see her I have to restrain myself from giving her one good kick in the face and taking the kid and running away as fast as I can... (yes inma imajinasin I wear red Sorellas on the outside) Obviously that won't do much good lah, but yeah.

OMG why isn't anyone doing anything?! It's so unfair! What the heck is Kebajikan doing? What the heck is the Where are the effing parents?!

Now the MV lady holds a cute little girl with curly hair tied in pigtails. And watches over an adorable little boy sitting a little further away.

The kids in her lap are usually asleep, which brings me to imagine the horrors that they might have like, spiked the kids or something. *gasp*

What's gonna happen to them when they grow up? Does anyone even care?

What can I do? But whine about it here? And pretend that it actually makes a blinking difference?

*sigh* One can feel so helpless at times.

***

I was supposed to call sexy/geeky Lawyer Man today, but I chickened out and SMS-ed him instead.

Hello I cannot call hot customers while having perverse thoughts about them owhkay.

Well at least my name will forever be written in the inbox of his heart... *twirls hair* I think la. XD

***

I really want to go toast those pecans now. Okbye

***

Like eww. But it shall not ruin my beautiful pecans.

Lingering Thoughts of You

2009-09-02T23:46:00.003+08:00

Stop it.

Stop it...

Stop!!

Stop hah.

Stop it I say!

OMG STOP EEEET

Obviously I should start working at a gym/health/slimming centre instead.

I was gonna randomly ask which one I should start on first but since I found my pecans... Muahahahah. ^^

Fuck You Katie M.

2009-08-31T02:30:00.004+08:00

I am so pissed off it's not funny.

I freakin hate the freakin KTM.

It is perhaps the most unreliable piece of crap public transport I have ever had the misfortune to take.

Bleeding thing left us stranded between Tiroi and Seremban station for God-knows-how-long. I took the 8 o' clock and should have been home by around 9, but I reached home at 11! Whee!

Not to mention since the engine broke down, we had to jump 5 feet off our train onto the gravel and monkey up the 'rescue' train. Thanks for the James Bond experience guys.

Some joker on the train said, "Hey! I guess this means we can celebrate Merdeka on the KTM? Malaysia Boleh!!" Har har.

Speaking of which here's wishing you loves a happy 52nd Merdeka! ;)

***

PS: I deeply apologize to Sista Jen, should she read this; but I really have curbed most of my potty mouth habit, I have! It's just that I can't swear at schmancypants customers, Dad has this newly-enforced rule... It's just gotta be let out sometime, y'know? :P

PPS: I feel the need to cook (edible food) tomorrow. I don't know what, but I will. *rubs hands with glee* Teehee!

PPPS: Anyone know what macarons or bagels taste like? These sure are purty. :3

I Feel Like A Whore.

2009-08-29T22:01:00.003+08:00

No offense to the oldest profession in the world, but sometimes this job just makes me feel like a prostitute.

Doing all sorts of things you wouldn't normally do, putting on that Barbie expression on the whole day, behaving so preppy it makes you wanna hurl...

And then... this.

I feel... so dirty, so soiled, so... cheen kark.

All for the sake of sales and return customers.

-.-''

It's so disturbing I have a mental image of myself in fishnet stockings and platform heels puffing at a fag underneath a streetlamp on a corner.

I keep looking at the sales sheet and I feel this ~~MUTHAFUCKING HUGE BOUT~~ teensy weensy twinge of jealousy when I can't match up to his sales. Not even close. Rawr.

Try as I may it never comes close? This kiasu feeling is so strange, so alien; so not me!

Doesn't change things though. :(

Buy this shit. Buy this shit. Ohhh buy this shit.

Pweety please. :3

***

Tried my hand at lor mai fahn and kong jang yesterday. I must say the first is getting more and more edible with each passing try, but as for the second... well, I just don't like soybeans. Yeah. :P

I love the sauce though, so maybe I'll do groundnuts next time. :)

***

Did you know people put anchovies on pizzas? Like, ikan bilis anchovies? It's like so weird right! Tasted pretty cool though. :) Yay Alexis!

(Pardon me if I sound really dumb; seems like everyone has heard of anchovies on pizza 'cept me. Xd I'm just excited lor.)

Who's Your Daddy.

2009-08-24T22:38:00.003+08:00

Hi guys. This is Ben*.

Ben* is mine.

*I totally did not name him whilst fantasizing about a near-perfect married man of the same name.

I Update!

2009-08-23T23:32:00.003+08:00

Only because I don't want a lingering "angwy" post. That reminds me of screechy women.

Because to be fair, they have reduced significantly in number this week. I saw more of the customers I know and love, and sales this weekend are so awesome I OT'd two days in a row just because I was feeling high. :D

Hoo-lay for overtime!

If only staring at pages and pages of printed stuff made me just as high. :(

***

I'm so frustrated with not having fondant to play with. So I found an alternative.

Say hello to my mooncake-filling bunny. At least I think he looks like one.

Gawd I cannot take photographs. X/

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Look, a ninja.

"I no lyk Chan Pui Yok plaivertaising her blok bcos cannot leed flom opfis."

scowl

2009-08-15T21:39:00.004+08:00

Oh my gawd!!

I is so angry!!!!

I have had just about enough of these rich, spoilt-brat tai-tai's.

Just because you freaking married a freaking titled man and live a freaking glam life and have a freaking sprawling residence and a hundred freaking attendants at your command does not give you the freaking right to treat me like an underprivileged dog who can't count for beans.

That's one thing. The other is undermining my trustworthiness and sense of responsibility. I may not be the shining example in either of these aspects, but I did freaking triple-check your order okay. Not only did I freaking triple-check your order; I asked one of your freaking dogs who came and did the pick up to check and reconfirm; which he did!!

So how can you insist that it's not his fault and purely mine?!

Okay. Maybe some things are my fault. Like I didn't ask your dog for proof of purchase. He could have been a fake, then I would really die. And I didn't call you and ask your dog to reconfirm over the phone. And, I apologised too quickly (a stupid instinct when I'm pressured), truly believing for about two minutes that I really did screw up. So now it really does look like I'm lying and trying to twist the story. *bangs head on wall* Yeah, so in that sense, I really am dumb.

Still!!! The dog confirmed ok! For all you and I know he dropped it/smushed it/got hungry/his kid ate it/went shopping and left it somewhere and happily lied to you about it! Or, he left it in the car; I really wish I could see your face after the party when you find it there.

But it's not like you're gonna call and apologise for being a screechy psycho bitch right?

No, of course not. Screechy psycho people rarely have any manners. They only call people to scream at them.

GAWD!! You'd think etiquette and good manners would be equivalent to the amount of money they bleed out. So not! They're just bored assholes with lotsa cash who take sick, perverse joy in dominating and bullying regular people.

So sial I tell you!!! *huffing and puffing*

Eeeeeee!! *geramnye*

My colleagues and Daddy said my face looks like I wanna kill somebody. Hee. But I do. *cracks knuckles*

So geram!! Grr. One day Leehom-baby is gonna make Tan Sri and then I will go round scolding rich kids for no reason at all other than to feel shiok.

Grr.

***

(*edit)

Memo to myself: Spend off day translating in-store FAQs so I can get them Canto-speakers to buy stuff. *evil grin*

I got no life. :D

Boo!

2009-08-12T21:29:00.007+08:00

I'm doing a tag!

Willingly! And just a tad overdue.

But this has been a heck of a day for me (my poor dear self does not know anything about banking, and well, scheisse hit the kipas) and this is exactly the kind of time-wasting nonsense I need for therapy. :)

And it's all about Leehom-baby! How could I not. :P

***

Now, here's what you're supposed to do, and please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 17 of your friends here in facebook (or blogger :D) to answer this. Then see what happens.

if you a guy- post this as MY KIND OF GIRL.
if your a girl- post it as MY KIND OF BOY. (heh.. no.)

1.Do you need him/her to be good looking??
Well, I am shallow... Lucky for me he looks like this.

No complaints so far. :)

2. Smart?
That's nice. As long as he doesn't act it in front of me. My ego is BIG.

3. Preferred age?
Anything works, as long as his teeth and hair are all intact. Do find the thirtysomethings particularly attractive though. :D

4. Preferred height?
*measures self* I think my kids would benefit from some not-so-vertically-challenged genes, if you don't mind.

5. How about sense of humor?
Mestilah!!

6. How about piercings?
As long as they aren't in a spot that makes it difficult for me to do my thang. :P

7. Accepts you for who you are?
Still looking for the one who doesn't run away screaming.

8. Pink hair?
No. Not that desperate.

9. Mushy or no?
So long as we're floating around in that oxytocin cloud, I doubt anything he does/doesn't do will annoy me. :)

10. Thin or fat?
No anorexics. Ego, remember. I like 'em meaty! *grins*

11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?
Let's take it from hot chocolate and graduate in the direction of latte. Currently very in the mood for banana smoothies. :P

12. Long hair or short hair?
If men were meant to have long hair, they'd be the ones swishing their Rapunzel locks on Pantene commercials.

13. Plastic or metal?
I take it that I have to choose between surgically-enhanced hotness and Gene Simmons. What would you pick?

14. Smells good?
I'd like my man to smell like a man. Soap, shampoo and MAN. That's all I need.

15. Smoker?
His thing won't work and that would make me cranky.

16. Drinker?
As long as he doesn't have to be dragged home pantsless by his buddies everyday.

17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?
I never actually knew what this means. The "boy-next-door" to me is Mr. Ng, happily married grandfather of six. So I think I'll pass.

18. Musically inclined?
OH YES.

19. Plays piano?

CAN YOU SAY NO?

20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?
How you know ah.

21. Plays violin?

*dreamy sigh*

22. Sings well?

You mad ah.

23. Vain?
If he starts recommending me moisturizers...

24. With glasses?
I'm okay. :)

25. With braces?
Not right now, whatwith me having a fence across the face meself.

26. Shy type?
No. Sweep me off my feet. Be forceful. Take me for a ride. I like it that way. ;P

27. Rebel or good boy/girl?
I don't want a pastor.

28. Active or passive?
Active. Please. I have more than enough passiveness to last two lifetimes.

29. Tight or bomb?
?

30. Singer or dancer?
I'm not picky, seeing as to the fact that I can't join him either way.

31. stunner?

Why can't these girls keep their hands to themselves... *grumble*

32. Hiphop?

Not exactly my cuppa but if it makes him happy he's branching out into new things *shrug*

33. Earrings?
That's a bit ghey... But it's no biggie.

34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?
That'd be something I'm better off not knowing. =)

35. Dimples?

Say no to this face. Try.

36. Bookworm?
I know being intellectual is wonderful and everything, but I find it hard to be turned on by a man who finds printed papers more interesting than I am.

37. Mr/Ms. love letter?
No balls ah weih?

38. Playful?
As long as he has no problems being serious when the situation calls for it. But yeah, goofballs are definitely cute. :)

39. Flirt?
The boy can try. *takes out frying pan*

40. Poem writer?
*thinks Saraswati* Umm, pass.

41. Serious?
Not all the time.

42. Campus crush?
Why not.

43. Painter?
What does he paint? *grin*

44. Religious?
Like he'll wake me up every Sunday and insist that I visit the Lord's house? *shudder*

45. Someone who likes to tease people?
If it gets repetitive and annoying it loses its charm... As long as he knows when to pull the plug.

46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?
Neither... How about a techie or a gaming freak? That's somehow more useful. RAVING RABBIDS!! *waves Wiimote* :D

47. Multi-lingual?
Tak payahlah. As long as he can speak England I'm OK. A splash of Canto here and there would probably take the cake though. ;)

48. Loyal or faithful?

Who is that whore?!!

49. Good kisser?
Yeah, who'd want one of those. :P

50. loves children?

Hawt dayum themanisflawless!!!

***

Ahh. A poor excuse for a Leehom-saturated post.

Therapeutic indeed. :)

Di Xia Tie.

2009-08-10T21:02:00.005+08:00

Well, not really.

But look!

I hung out with my favorite Banana today. :)

"Heyyyy babeh. What's shakin'?"

Something was missing though. And should I ever see that Something I will give that Something the biggest atomic wedgie of his life.

For frolicking with other people at a bikini party. *hands on hips*

I missed that smelly hunk of metal. So many memories. Added a couple more today. :)

Hayao Miyazaki.

Monsieur de Kock. De Kotex. De Odorant. De Humidifier. :P

Nipples. XD

***

Met Lex and BethBeth during the weekend! Lex dropped by 3 times just to say hi. :3

And I finally got to meet Beth's hunk of Irish McMuffin. :D He's a cutie.

AND he bought brownies! :D

*sigh* All the leetle babies are all grown up... Guess that really does make me an Auntie after all. :')

***

I finally bought these bitchezzz!!!

Only Secrets of the Forest, Missing My Cat, The Fish That Smiled At Me, and that minimini collection left.

Now if only I can find someone to read them to me. :(

***

We're going through Grampa's TVB collection.

Moonlight Resonance.

Raymond Lam is love. :3

***

They have a BIGASS picture of my favorite husband in Times Square. :)))

***

These are my results. They suck.

They suck bad.

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My AJ was so excited she blackmailed Cammie into calling me before I even got my results. Hahah.

We miss you too. :3

***

Well! Wasn't that disjointed. Oh well off to bed for me. I awake to a 6-day work week. Bring it on ladies!

***

Random. :)

Can't You Do Anything Right?!!

2009-07-31T00:31:00.003+08:00

Urgh. Fine. You don't have to nag, you know. =P

***

I saw the way the talked about you. The look on their faces. They were so gosh darned proud of you. Can you blame me for wanting the same?

***

I don't like feeling like the underperformer at work. Not one bit. I'm used to being the Average Joe, the Invisible One (not that that's something to be proud of), but never the underperformer. But now it's like little I do seems to help me improve.

I try to tell myself that everyone else is graduated and beyond and that's a huge difference, but is it really? Everyone's bustling about while all I can do is try to look for stuff to do and avoid feeling like I'm zjor dteng-ing.

I try to take on more tasks but I kancheong easily and when I'm kancheong I tend to screw up, leaving the others to clean up my mess for me.

I. DON'T. LIKE. IT.

I don't like feeling helpless and useless.

I don't like having to be rescued or babysitted all the time. (I'm quite sure my rescuers don't like it more) I'd like to say I don't need help but what's closer to the truth is that I almost ALWAYS need help. GRR.

I'm such an idiot. Will I ever, ever catch up? :S

***

The Boss was on NTV7 this morning with Daphne Pretty-Lady! (what's her name... Viking? Icing?) Ain't it cool. 8-)

Ooh and there was a photoshoot in our shop and they lit up the place so bright - with those ridiculous spotlights that make everything look like they've been bleached. Those poor models. They must be legally blind by the 5th shoot.

Modelling is funnay! And I kicked into the guy's tripod. Heh. Heh. May sei gor. :P

100th Post!

2009-07-25T22:30:00.002+08:00

See. Evidence I'm not a lazy blogger. Heh.

I am! I am! I admit it. My lappie's not been used for 3 weeks. I must be whipped and chained by my ankles.

So here are some updates for you to snooze on:

1.) AJ divorced me and ran away with a koala.

2.) Dad says he'll take us somewhere end of this year (like, FINALLY!) I'm thinking China. Suggestions, anyone?

3.) Gramps left us.

Boss: Are you okay? You look like you cried a lot.
Me: Yeah well, everybody cried a lot.
Boss: Yeah. It's normal. Well don't feel bad. He's in a better place now.
Me: Oh no, he's Taoist, so he goes to hell.
Boss: ...

Well I'm still not quite sure how the Taoist afterlife policy works, but yeah. We'll miss him. Gramma will feel it the most, I think. She made me promise I'd visit every week but that'll mean I'll have to put up with a certain someone in the same house for a couple of hours every week. Argh. For Gramma. *soldiers on*

4.) Barely 3 weeks into my job, I have been banned from answering company e-mails. Due to some dumbarsery on my part: holding our company responsible for a screw-up we didn't make. I am no longer speaking to JB-ians with bad "England" who try to zjaa me with "why u so confidents?" and accuse me of "no tell true." *roll eyes*

5.) I spent an entire hour speaking a constipated mash of Cantonese/Mandarin/Hakka/English/BM scheisse to a 45-year-old ex-Uncle Ho (whose name, incidentally, happens to be Uncle Ho) bus driver I had to sit next to on the bus to KL. (no more seats; running late for work) And he tried to get my number and pick me up for lunch. *smacks forehead*

Psh! Please. How can you even imagine that you stand a chance? I'm so cool and you're not. *flips hair*

6.) Yet another little girl called me "Auntie." Sponsor my Botox treatments, anyone?

7.) Angmohs swear I'm from Angmohland. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH

I knew my racist impersonations would come in handy one day. *grins*

8.) I have scheduled a PDRM between Jean-Pierre and Alana-Marie for August 3rd. HOPEFULLY that poor, sweet, sexily mustached Frenchman will not be ditched. Speaking of DITCH...

PS: I swear, I'll turn Larry on one day and do a real, non-pointform post. One day lah. Hee. :D

Pemalas-Style Blogging.

2009-07-12T23:41:00.005+08:00

Arghhh.

So many things to blog about, so little time.

So we shall just go ahead with that lazy point-form-style blogging that seems to be so in vogue nowadays. :P

1. Went out with my Persatuan Hakka-Hakka ATC. +1 Hokkien lang.

Visited Skybridge, wasn't that amazingly high up. He (guide) said 44 floors or something. But when he said the damn bridge isn't really connected to either of the towers, and that there was a ten-inch gap on each side to allow for expansion, well... *gulp* Then he had to say, "You know what, it sways a little when the wind blows..."

Say... whut? 0.0

"...but not to worry, as winds in Malaysia only reach up to about 156 km/h (this quote may/may not be accurate) so you will hardly feel the sway."

Me: (to Sylvea) Alright. Let's go home now.

Lotsa pix here. I won't load mine here because, well, I took crap pictures. Lol.

We went to Kino and I had no idea they had a Chinese language section! *frog under coconut shell* They're so cool they have these fun little craft books the instructions of which I don't understand a word... Haha who am I kidding I can't even read the names of the sections in which to find Jimmy Liao's picture books.

...but I did!! Eventually. Hah! Eat that! (after running round and round a little section for half an hour you're bound to find something) And. They have A Chance of Sunshine. Hardcover. Paperback. CREATIVE EDITION. Muthafuckas. Why does the fukin website search bar only cover Jap books and English books?! Muthafuckas. To be fair, I didn't call up and ask. Huhu. =X

2. Went to AJ's farewell gig.

Saw Irene, Cammie, Padma, Hueyshin, Mui Kim, Cheokie, Evonne, Kahlian and a whole buncha other people unfamiliar to me. Because it was a double farewell which included some dude named Eric and his pals.

Drank real vodka for once and didn't get hung over!! I am talented. :D

Although I remember for an hour or so I felt 100 IQ points stupider and slower to respond to what people were saying... Like I remember Cheok recommending some uni's for Business but I don't remember what exactly. Hee. I just hope I didn't drool all over the place and take off my pants and sing "Phantom of the Opera."

Oh. And we threw AJ into the pool. :D

I want pictures of that shit. Pretty please. =)

They threw Mui Kim and some other dude in as well, who came out swearing something about his phone being in his pants pocket. Whoops. Funny as hell though. Hahah.

But truth be told, I felt a little bad after that (NOT!) so I gave AJ a big big hug and shared the chlorine. ~~actually it was a cheap attempt at an apology I just hope when it comes to my farewell they won't toss me into a pool hahah~~

3. Another work chronicle. :)

Crazy ass day. So many people walked in I couldn't even think straight. (WE ALREADY HIT $1000+ WHEN I LEFT BABY YEAH WHO DA MAN?!!)

Oh and when I was having trouble with a Chinese customer (I told a few I was Malay hahahahah) our new guy (no-bluff Malay) came to my rescue speaking fluent Cantonese.

Didn't see that coming. 0.0

I was too embarrassed to continue standing there so I retreated to behind the counter. Hahah. *red*

Even told Momma the story.

Momma: Ahh, padan mukalah, "I'm not Chinese I'm not Chinese" summore lah.
Me: But it's not fair loh, his grandma is Chinese okay.
Momma: ...And what are we?

I fear the effects of the vodka may be permanent.

Oh and I met the famed Soopah Salesman today. And saw him in action. Phwoar. RESPECT. *bows*

Oh and our Boss gives us all nicknames, and apparently mine is "Sparkling Woman."

-.-"

She's been talking to Sue Peng, hasn't she.

I tell you people, cleanliness is not a bad thing!! A(H1N1) baru lu tau. *sanitize*

Ooh! Our shop came out in an article in 12th July's Sin Chew Jit Poh. Yay!! *patriot dance*

***

According to the face-reading article in Sunday's Star I am very hamsap like Brad Pitt. WTF.

Oh My Johnny.

2009-07-11T00:17:00.004+08:00

Johnny Depp's John H. Dillinger is HOT SHIT.

I've never agreed with the rest of the world about Depp being savagely sexyfine in every role he plays, (Edward Scissorhands? Captain Jack Sparrow? Willy Wonka? Sweeney Todd?) but his version of Dillinger is just so *licks lips*

Something about him not being particularly good-looking, (I don't think he's lengzai lor!) or having a symmetrical moustache or a remotely flattering haircut, but being able to come across as dashing, dangerous and simply arresting just makes Dillinger irresistable as heck.

And when that's mixed with cheeky humour (singing to a hostage, that quip about his "friend" Prince Albert... LOL) and a smouldering gaze that tells you this man ain't taking no for an answer, you really can't fight the shaggability of it all.

I'm highly adverse to the thought of over-confident smooth-talkers, but everything about the way Depp plays Dillinger just completely draws you in.

Yep, Depp's John Dillinger definitely gives bad boys (and bank robbers) a good name. :)

Christian Bale may be more good-looking than any man by far in a suit, but in Public Enemies I feel he is little more than a calefare (BECAUSE HE IS AN ASSHOLE WHO SWEARS LIKE A RAVING LUNATIC AT RANDOM PEOPLE AND BEATS UP HIS MOTHER - OH NO SUE PENG DON'T GO ABOUT SAYING HOW ASSAULT IS DIFFERENT FROM BATTERY I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT THE MAN BEATS UP HIS MOTHER I TELL YOU - AND THAT'S WHY NOBODY WANTS TO WORK WITH HIM).

I repeat.

Johnny Depp's John Dillinger is HOT SHIT.

With a gun. And Prince Albert. XD

WATCH THIS SHIT.

***

Oh. And those who think that our G-men in the atas positions of this country are about to turn the young minds of our nation into Swiss cheese by reverting the teaching of Science and Math to Bahasa, or otherwise, may voice their opinions on Uncle Mahathir's blog here.

It's soooo stupid. We are not stupid lor, okay. Kids can learn ANYTHING. And just who the fark speaks BM aside from our itty bitty minority of South-East Asians? I'm not saying we shouldn't be proud of it or that it isn't pretty enough to be worth preserving; it's just that you're gonna make the keeds feel really stupid when they get to their tertiary education. Why lah you wanna torture them. *shakes head*

Acute angle = Sudut comel??

Becoming My Own Hero - A Work In Progress

2009-07-08T23:36:00.004+08:00

I've been considered so very lucky and blessed thus far.

To have met so many amazing, inspirational people.

To have so many people believe in me, even if I don't.

To have people see something in me that even I can't see. (Yet. :))

To have wonderful individuals deeply interested in helping me become more than I am right now.

In the past I may not have realized this. I can only hope that it isn't too late to start proving that faith will not be wasted on me.

But there is something that I need to find.

...But where is it?

Working Retail

2009-07-05T22:54:00.004+08:00

...can be hazardous to your self-esteem.

Observe.

Little ~~twit~~girl: *slaps my arm* AUNTIEEE!!! This cake real or not hah??

But then again she was about 5. Will it make me feel better if I blame it on limited vocabulary?

No.

Now if you'll excuse me, "Auntie" needs to stock up on the SK-II.

TELL ME I'M PRETTY!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

2009-07-02T01:52:00.005+08:00

It looks terrible. Noah Ringer may be a karate kid and all, but he looks really clumsy in the vid. But maybe my crazy-fan expectations are too high. On the good side it looks like Shyamalan hasn't completely cheapened-out the effects, like he did with The Happening (a giant fan and some trees?? Come on.)

Watch The Last Airbender teaser trailer!

I haven't seen what the other characters look like yet, but I found Aang and Zuko:

OMFG WHY IS IT A SHAOLIN OUTFIT WHERE THE EFF IS AANG'S AIRBENDER MONK GETUP WHY CAN'T I SEE THE TATTOOS IS THIS THE KID WE'RE GONNA SEE MAKE OUT WITH KATARA EWW OMG THAT'D BE CHILD PORN THAT'S EVEN MORE DISGUSTING THAN KATAANG ORIGINALLY IS EWW OMG EWW

And they murdered Zuko.

OMFG WHERE IS HIS FUNNY TOPKNOT FROM THE FIRST SEASON WE MUST HAVE THE TOPKNOT MEAN ZUKO FROM SEASON ONE IS NOTHING WITHOUT THE TOPKNOT AND WHICH PART OF HIS LEFT EYE IS BURNTED AND DEFORMED I DON'T SEE SHIT AND WHY DOESN'T HE LOOK MEAN ENOUGH AND WHY ARE THE FIRENATION SOLDIERS IN LOTR HELMETS WTF MAN

No, not even the flames can save him.

Don't get me wrong, I love Dev Patel and his puppydog eyes from Slumdog, but he'd be so much better off as Sokka! Sweet and goofy is so good on him! And Sokka is dark. And Zuko looks like he hasn't seen the sun since he was born. Wouldn't it make slightly more sense if Patel switched with Rathbone?!?! OHMYGAWD HAS SHYAMALAN EVEN WATCHED THE FRICKEN SERIES WHY CAN'T HE PRESERVE THE ORIGINALITY OF THE FLAWLESS WORK OF BRYKE WE ALL KNOW AND LOVE AND FOAM AT THE MOUTH FOR HE CLEARLY DOESN'T DESERVE TO DIRECT SUCH AWESOMENESS AND IS HE RACIST OR SOMETHING WOULD IT KILL HIM TO THROW SOME YELLOW PEOPLE INTO THE MIX IT'S NOT LIKE WE DON'T HAVE GREAT YELLOW ACTORS YOU KNOW AND FUTHERMORE...!

Shyamalan: Nah. *hands over the script* You so smart; YOU do lah.

Hee. =X

Le Outing

2009-06-29T16:31:00.003+08:00

Met up with the girls on Friday. :)

(left to right) Cammie, Padma, Ai Jeen

Invaded AJ's house first in the morning; guess I was a bit too early: both father and daughter greeted me with sexily tousled hair. :) Helped her with her new Maybelline eyeliner (which is so super smooth and shimmery and barely smudgey I must get one too! After paycheck of course. Hahah.) and off we went to KLCC.

Oh yeah. That was also the day MJ died. Honestly if I hear one more person say what a wonderful person he was and how much he influenced their lives and music and blahblahblah and how much the world has lost an angel I will personally strangle that person with a Delectable ribbon. I have loads of those. So beware. (Hey AJ I ate that brownie meant for you but don't worry I'll get you a new one okay? Must taste-test first... *nomnomnom*)

But I digress. So anyhoo, After hunting around (SALE is a four-letter word) the likes of Topshop and Zara and MNG and so forth, Cammie eventually caught up with us followed by Paddy-mar. And I will take this opportunity to complain about how terrible Topshop and Zara are by saying that they are SUPER ripoff-ers who try to sell you a damned print Tee for RM149. After discount summore! If I find the owner I will strangle him with a ribbon. But then the fools who actually buy the stuff will come strangle me with a ribbon. Okay okay I bought something too. :P

It's nice to catch up with people from high school. I keep preaching to the juniors complaining about exams to cherish these years: there really isn't going to be another group of people who are going to be with you for 5 years of your life, share trials and tribulations, and watch each other grow up. *sigh*

But anyhoo. While we were shopping AJ kept complaining how jeans looked hoogly on her because she had no ass.

This was my face. -.-''

WHO IN THE HELL COMPLAINS THAT THEY HAVE NO !$#@!~ ASS?!! *shoves AJ off the 3rd floor* (ker-splat!)

Then when we were all trying on clothes I suddenly realized... ~~Ihavevirtuallynoboobsincomparison~~ I have very well-endowed friends. *cough*

Ooh yeah. I saw Daniel Wu's poster like a gazillion times that day! And somehow an argument erupted from that. :S

Me: Wah I see him so many times today wor! *dreamy sigh* It must be fate.
AJ: Cheh. His poster only what.
Me: Yala, me and his poster fated lah, good enough what.
Cammie: Who's that?
AJ: Daniel Wu. Chih. Edison better. Sexier. :P
Me: You only say that 'cos you saw him that day.
Cammie: Eee! He's such a bastard lah weih. Not like Zhou Jie Lun.
Me: Whodat?
Cammie: Jay Chou!
AJ: Yerr.
Me: -.-"
Cammie: He's so lengzai and sweet and nice and I don't even listen to his music but don't you feel it? He's so ying ler!
Me: Please. He acts like that piece of cardboard over there. *points at Watsons poster*
Cammie: NO! That's his way of acting. Some people try to do like him but only he can do that "cool" face! Did you see Initial-D?
Me: *acts like I'm dead* This is the way his face looks throughout the whole damn movie.
Cammie: Ish, nolar! You cannot do. Only he can do. When he don't smile right, ohh!! *swoon* That is his brand of "natural" cool.
Me and AJ: *laugh until we pee in our pants*

From then on we decided that we wanted to be "natural cool" too! How can we lose out to Jay Chou right. No way! So we closed our eyes (we couldn't squint them cos they'd still be bigger than his) and tried hard not to smile (but failed miserably) and walked around waiting for people to oooh and aaah at our coolness. We were thinking of opening a seminar.

"EVER BEEN CALLED A GEEK? A NERD? A DORK?

LEARN HOW TO BE NATURAL-COOL TODAY

WITH OUR SPEAKER CAMMIE LEE, WHO IS INSPIRED BY CHOU JIELUN!!

ONLY TWO SIMPLE AND EASY STEPS AND YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY TO COOLDOM!!

*superglue (for slit-eyes) and Botox (for expressionless face) required."

We told Padma about it later just to get another cheap laugh in 'cos Cammie's fun to bully. :P

Paddy: Eee! I hate him! That Leehom guy better lah. At least he lengchai.

I love you Paddy. XD

Later on we stopped by Carl's Jr. and ordered the Crispy Chicken Bacon thing and the new Teriyaki burger... And I found out that teriyaki can be beef and not just chicken?? So paiseh. (Sorry Paddy! *dork*) Over our dinner we had more convo on where everyone went and what were they doing... And yeah we super hate it when we see our classmates and make eye contact and they don't say hi!! Grr! Frustrating betul. *whips out ribbon*

So anyway, we finally got to our classmate, whom I shall name Rootbeer, due to some... uh, embarrassment on my part.

Me: Oh yeah. So how is Rootbeer doing?
Paddy: He's okay what. He's... (doing something but I don't remember)
Me: Oh really! I thought he was dead.
AJ and Paddy: o__0
AJ: WHAT?
Paddy: *pale* ...who told you that?!
Me: You lah!
Paddy: ME?!! =0 Where got!
Me: Serious! You told me last year during Deepavali at your place! I remember!
Paddy: Wha..? If I told you he's dead and you saw him happy and alive... Aiyoo Jackie think la!
Me: You didn't tell me he was DEAD you told me he was DYING!
AJ: *ROFL*

Mm-hmm. So yeah. I thought my classmate was dead for over a year. I maintain that she told me he was in chronic condition though. *defiantly in denial*

AJ's right. I need to get out more. Lol.

***

Werk tomorrow! I love opening the store but I wish the new people could come help me soon... It's a little hard to do everything single-handedly in the morning... I must prioritise.

***

Ooh I remember now. We bought lippies from STAGE and if it were not for the Buy 1 Free 1 promotion I would have cried. They want to sell their lippies for RM55, but the quality's no better than what, Silkygirl? Bleeding ripoffs. I love my Dior. *hearts*

My Little Romeo <3

2009-06-28T21:20:00.004+08:00

Someone tried to pick me up in the shop today. :)

He's single. :)

He's pretty darned cute. :)

He's oh-so charming. :)

He's generous. :)

His ride comes with a personal chauffeur. :D

His name is Ian. :)

...and he just celebrated his 3rd birthday. XD

Hahahahah! But all of the above is true; I swear!

It's the funniest thing. His Ma and Pa whisked him into the store in his stroller (the only guy who hits on me today is still in a pram... rock on.) asking about our cakes and stuff, so as I was explaining to them, Ian rattled the can of (Cheezo's?) cheese nuggets and lifted it up to offer me some :3

"Awh! For me?! Oh, that's so sweet!"

and then I happily proceeded to continue explaining the details of our sales but Ian's a persistent little fellow. :)

He hand-picked a cheese nugget and handed it to me, smiling shyly. (where on earth do parents teach their kids to be so freaking irresistable?!?! I'll take whatever dating class he's going to!)

So how not to take right?

"Aww. Thank you, Ian. You're such a sweetheart. I'll eat this later, 'kay?"

But no. Cannot. That's not good enough for Ian. As his Pa wheeled him out he twisted himself around to look at me and pointed to him palm, then to his mouth, gesturing to me that I must eat the nugget IMMEDIATELY!!!

Hahahahahahah so CUTE can?!

(of course I didn't eat it lah, he was sucking the cheese powder off his fingers before he gave the piece to me... so I just palmed it and tossed it. Ahahah *mean*)

So yeah. Without saying a word, he totally charmed the pants off me. :)

Not literally, of course. Perv. -_-''

"So hey, Ian? I'm sorry but I don't think it would work out between us right now. But if you could wait, say, another 20 years, I'd be happy to pick up where we left off." =)

I'm still grinning like an idiot over this right now. What can I say. He really made my day. :)

I WANT MY SONS TO BE SOOPAH ROMEOS JUST LIKE IAN!!! :D :D

First Day of WERK.

2009-06-24T21:52:00.003+08:00

I'm pooped.

I arrived too early (silly me... no key come early for what... teman security guard) and watched the proceedings of opening shop (which I will have to do on Saturday), unlocking the grille, turning on the switches, the Mac, the cash register, tidying up the place, entering new stock for the day, etc.

I realized there's more to do with admin work than actually selling... Which recently about twelve hours ago I discovered I suck at. *cry*

But my Boss Lady is real nice, she tells me what I'm doing wrong and what I should do instead without making me feel like I killed her mother. Which is how I usually feel since I'm pretty darn sensitive. :)

Today was like a whole crash course; I guess I'm actually writing this post to rewind and stuff.

I seriously don't know how I'll fare on Saturday, when Aida and Nicole aren't there!! E-mails and calls and scheduling and filing and crud... The concept of which I have yet to grasp. :S

I guess the best part of this is that I get to be a dork here, with the most competent, patient young people I have ever met, instead of being a dork at, say, PWC? (imagining myself there already hahah :P) There's a learning curve, and although everything's a little overwhelming at the moment, I can't be more thankful that it's in a pretty much complacent-er environment like The Gardens, and that the store's still pretty much in its infancy so I get to see its, um, development? I guess? Hahah.

Ooh but there's one thing I'm gonna hafta discuss with them... I most definitely have to run at 6, 'cause today I stayed in just half an hour later, and got lost just another half hour more... so I just came home at 9.30pm. Twelve hours of standing. (well, almost) Can die. And I hate ladies' shoes. Hate them hate them hate them. With a vengeance. Why can't we have comfy sports shoes =(

Anyhoo, much thanks to Cathy and Tracy *kissus your toesies* for their awesomeness and patience with the Ultimate Sotong of the Century (yours truly) and helping said Sotong to discover the right way back to Pasar Seni. :) You guys rock so hard. :)

***

Ooh guess what! I saw Mr. Gerrard at the store today! (I knew I'd recognise that booty anywhere! lol don't tell.) He was mean. He didn't buy nothin'. *pout*

But I saw him with Alana's Common Law lecturer!! They are adorables. :3 I didn't know she was his chick.

***

Oh yeah come visit us yeah! Buy our cuppies! Buy our brownies! Buy our Sins! Our truffles! Our Pots! Our cookies! Our layer cake! My awesome service! (ooh that came out wrong. XD)

***

We get like, loads of married/engaged/happily in love and planning a whole year ahead of the big day people asking for the big jobs.

I never knew there were so many happily married people traipsing through The Gardens alone. o.0

...I have a feeling this job is gonna leave me somewhat depressed. When's MY man gonna spend $5000 on cupcakes just for thank-you-for-coming gifts for MY wedding?!?!

Hmph. Leehombaby better cough up the green. Or else.

wheeze

2009-06-22T14:41:00.002+08:00

Notice how many of my recent posts start with "OMG" or "Omigosh" or "Oh my gawd".

This one is no different.

SWEET LORD JESUS CHRIST.

I went there like at 10.20 when the thing was at 11.00 so I hid in the bathroom adjusting concealer (why cannot cover the damn panda eyes one ar) and the lipcolor (omg cannot be so pink one!!) and my shirt (dammit feel so weird lor. shirt inside out. but that's style gua?) until about 10.35 then I went to find the place and then the girl there said she wasn't there yet so I went and stared across Robinsons' for about ten minutes before going up again - and there she was.

Funny, she's a lot realer in well, real life and she's actually pretty okay and friendly and accommodating for someone who's about to be my new boss. She kept asking me if I was nervous (was it that obvious? haha :P) and the other girl asked if I wanted water and I'm so glad I printed out a copy of my CV this morning hahah reasonable foreseeability I love you!

Well anyways I guess I was way tense as usual, (sigh) but she was very understanding and kept pushing the conversation (if I ever have another hour-long interview I will DIE.) asking me where I went to coll (they kept saying I went to Taylors hahahah) and what plans I have for the future and stuff (does that really have to do with anything?) but when she told me "Don't worry, you've got the job." I just let out this huge sigh of relief and well, she sorta told me I don't have to act like I have a stick up my arse all the time. x)

Anyhoo. Mental note to myself, stuff I have to do:

Learn how to speak SOME Cantonese (super requirement it seems)
Learn how to use Adobe Illustrator (OMG.)
Get a new and more relevant (and less childish) e-mail address
Find out what the heck a "newsletter" actually is
Expand my vocabulary beyond uh/ah/erm/emm/alright/okay/sure/okay/yeah/no/okay/hahah/okay

Anyhoo the only thing I have to bring is myself! And Larry. And I get the first shift! Ain't it awesome.

And I guess it's pretty cool I have only two DON'Ts:

Don't dress like a slut!
No sports shoes! (crime committed ahahah)

Well! Ohmigod that hour was like a whirlwind for me. She said some weird things, I said some weird things, but all's good I guess. =)

I did get a warning about potential encounters with difficult people... Strangely they all sound like my Ma. XD

Oh I got a bunch of blush-inducing remarks (but that's just me: I perasan ma.) to go with how I should better write future resumes (I looked at someone else's 3-page one; I only filled up 3/4 page... that one also double spacing hahah) and stuff.

Hahah yay it feels so good to babble it just lets it all out. =)

Now that my heart's run a marathon today, it's time to get some well deserved rest. Night-o~

***

Sylvea's office is like the most massive, awesome thing I've ever seen.

And I don't steal Rupiah lor okay. =P

PS: Thank you, God, for everything, and yes, as promised, I will do some charity work (preferably cleaning of some kind) this weekend. =)

A Bucketful of Sweat and Hysteria

2009-06-18T14:02:00.003+08:00

HOLY SHITFUCKED POTATOES I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE BUGGED GOD SO MANY TIMES IN A DAY!!!!

Oh. The people called. =)

Not the Goddess herself of course, but to speak to the little cherubs themselves is... *hyperventilates*

Omg they called me in the middle of me just outta the shower moisturizing and I couldn't find my glasses I was practically blind and flustered to beans so I scribbled the date and time of the interview (yes I secured an interview! muahahahah) on Anson's Law of Contract in green Faber Castell highlighter. XD

Well at least they didn't call me while I was shitting, like I imagined.

I see them Monday morning. =)

I don't know whether to be happy or excited or nervous or anxious or floaty or whatever right about now.

*breathes* Why do I always have to be so hysterical. -__-

A freakin' Mary Musgrove.

Whew. At least I know now I didn't kill anyone with my resume. :D

Omigosh!! Fuh. Well anyway. That wasn't too bad. Now all I have to do is pray for Monday. =)

PRAY FOR ME EU SUNS OF BEETCHYES!!!

Thankyew. =)

PS: I swear, think I was born to play either Hermione Granger or Mia Thermopolis; my hair is the size of Texas. So I'm chopping it off tomorrow! Muahahaha goodbye Cousin It. ^^

KAU ORANG SEDUT.

2009-06-17T23:57:00.004+08:00

People just keep eloping away from me.

"Yayzers! No Jackie!!! Woot! Yeahhh!"

What's wrong - I ain't good enough for ya, huh? Is that it, huh, HUH?!!

Or what is it then, huh? I stink, is that it, huh?!! *sniffs pits*

Nah. You guys are just MEAN.

*sulks childishly in corner*

Train of Thought

2009-06-16T18:31:00.006+08:00

OH MY GAWD IT'S BEEN NEARLY A DAY I'VE BEEN SITTING HERE ALL DAY REFRESHING MY INBOX PAGE AND I DIDN'T GET NO REPLIES WHAT HAPPENED OH MY GAWD DID IT GET LOST IN THE MAIL CAN E-MAIL EVEN GET LOST SOMEWHERE OH MY GAWD WHAT IF A HUNDRED OTHER PEOPLE APPLIED AND MINE DIDN'T LOOK SPECIAL ENOUGH OKAY OKAY MAYBE SHE DIDN'T EVEN READ IT YET OR DID SHE OH MY GAWD MAYBE SHE DID READ IT AND THOUGHT IT WAS SOME SICK JOKE AND MARKED IT AS SPAM OH MY GAWD MAYBE SHE TRIED TO READ IT BUT I THINK SHE HAS A MAC AND I SENT THE ATTACHMENT AS A .DOC DOCUMENT OH MY GAWD CAN MACS EVEN READ MS DOCUMENTS WHAT IF IT CAN'T THEN MAYBE SHE COULDN'T BE BOTHERED SO SHE JUST DELETED IT OH MY GAWD WHAT IF SHE READ IT AND FOUND IT SO FRIKKIN' HILARIOUS SHE ROLLED AROUND ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING UNTIL SHE KEELED OVER AND DIED OH MY GAWD THAT WOULD MEAN I KILLED A GOD THE WORLD WOULD HUNT ME DOWN AND RIP ME APART AND BURN THE PIECES AND I WOULD GO TO HELL FOR IT OH MY GAWD WHAT IF SHE FORWARDED IT TO HER 3576 BILLION CONTACTS BEFORE SHE DIED OH MY GAWD

Image (c) of the awesome Andrew Matthews

OMGOMGOMG

2009-06-15T23:40:00.002+08:00

OMG I'm such a drama queen.

But I can't help it.

My heart's drumming a samba beat somewhere in my throat, I'm shaking like a leaf, my palms are clammy, and I have panda eyes from staring at IT for two nights in a row.

Is this okay? What will they think? No, it sounds too peppy. OMG why can't we use emoticons. Is the font size too small? Should I say Miss... OMG I don't know her surname. *bangs head on table* Will it even be her handling this sort of thing? Should it be lengthy or brief? A touch of casual? No, then they won't take me seriously. Should I send it as an attachment, or just include it anyway? OMG what format should I put it in. etc, etc.

I think I have discovered a new phobia: one of rejection.

OMG can die one.

I know traditionally we're not supposed to make deals with God, but I'll try anything right about now.

Dear Lord I want it so, so bad.

I kick myself for being such a neurotic mess.

*breathe in, breathe out*

Everything's gonna be okay. Yeah. *swallows hard*

Whoo.

***

On a side note, I ditched Alana today. (Sowieeee!) :(

I must have driven up and down all the levels of Terminal 1 at least 7 times today. I hate the Lembaga Hasil Dalam Negeri people. Hogging two bloody levels.

Dear Lord.

2009-06-14T21:15:00.002+08:00

Help me.

I'm freaking out. Pissing in my pants. Hyperventilating. Gonna cry.

For a long time now nothing came my way that mattered very much.

Until now.

And now I don't remember how to handle the pressure! *runs around in circles*

Okay. Stop.

BREATHE.

I can do this. Yeah, that's right. I can! I can do it! I...

*whine*

Lord gimme strength. *deep breath*

Deliriously Happy!

2009-06-10T23:20:00.006+08:00

That's what I am.

I know I can get a bit menjengkelkan rubbing my freedom from textbooks in every living organism's face I meet, but bear with me, yeah?

I've been doing this for way long.

Too long, if ya ask me.

*sighs contentedly* What shall I do on my first day of forever* off? Learn Flight of the Bumblebee? Finish playing FFX? Learn some phreaking Chinese? Build that compost shed I've been envisioning for four years? Try out some Southern recipes? Buy RM600 worth of stuff off eBay? Become CEO of Krispy Kreme? Don red underpants and save the world?

Nope! I spent it sleeping. Hahahah. Come on. I'm sleep-deprived.

Well my dreams of a holiday are kinda crushed, won't get to go to Aussieland, won't get to go to Lang Tengah, blahblahblah.

But I'll make it up by traipsing around researching! And working!

Ooh work. Haven't sent in any applications yet but I'm too excited!

How do people apply for this kinda stuff anyway.

"Dear Sir/Madam,

My name is Humpty Dumpty and I am 19 years old. I have absolutely no working experience but I hope you will consid...

OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE HIRE ME!!!!!!!!

Thank you.

Sincerely yours,
Le Humpty."

Oh my gawd I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to tell people to study hard when I don't have to anymore*.

*inhales deeply* So this is what parenthood smells like. :D

All in all, despite my euphoria, I know one day it will hit me that I will miss the people I have left behind. But at least I won't ever regret having known them. =)

*sighs theatrically* Oh well.

I'm so happy right now you could poke me in the eye and I'd still smile at ya. :D

Ahh, Tomorrow! What unbridled joy will you hold for me!

*twirls around like Princess Loopy*

*by which I actually mean, I won't have to look at books until February. =P

***

Btw I purchased one of Ain (and her sis)'s handmade bags and it's like so cute lor!

You MUST check out the cuteness of her range although I think she's swamped with orders right now hahah.

So Random!

Behold the epitome of retarded humour. XD

***

I was accused of being uncharacteristically happy today.

A couple of months ago I was accused of being anti-social and mopey.

Dunno what you people want, seriously. :P

***

AUNT FLO'!!!!!!! *grins*

Skeletons In The Closet

2009-06-01T13:40:00.002+08:00

No more lies.

I need to know.

***

Tort... went pretty much like shit today. Only answered one question to reasonable satisfaction (you'll know that someone learns Law when they have this habit of using "reasonable" three times in the same sentence). Dang. Last year they said contract was harder thus explaining the number of resitters... Just my luck.

MymouthsodamnsuionebetterIdon'topenitatallnexttime.

I'm actually quite happy, despite my erratic sleep pattern, due to the meds and the cramming, but you know. Don't wanna jinx it. =)

Anyhoo I am sleep-deprived beyond your imagination, so toodles for now~

Zzz

Slipping Away

2009-05-30T00:19:00.003+08:00

You wouldn't think of leaving without telling me, right?

'Cause I know I wouldn't.

I wouldn't...

Ramblings Of An Infected Mind

2009-05-28T23:01:00.003+08:00

I don't feel so good.

I should, considering that I didn't have to bullshit my way through my paper. (I think!)

But for some reason I was extra tired on the way home so I just plopped down on my bed and slept till eight. Then I woke up with a sore throat and a runny nose. *cough cough*

Daddy says not to come near him 'cos he's going to Manila and Singapore in a couple of days, and he doesn't wanna get quarantined or anything.

He said I can't go near Momma either.

Nobody loves me. T___T

Oh and the Sydney trip has been canceled (for me at least). Sorry, Shirlynn. :( Second time potong steam. I figured I'd see Sydney after the horrible thing has cleared up, and on my own bat. ;) Keep your fingers crossed!

*sniffles* Wonder which bugger gave me the flu.

But I'm gonna blame Cathy Tai anyway 'cos she eloped with Lily and Ivan today, and abandoned me at college.

Stupid Cathy.*blows nose*

Memo To Myself

2009-05-27T23:55:00.002+08:00

...and everyone else sitting for the May/June examinations.

Got your docket?

Got your Student ID?

Got your IC?

Got your writing materials?

All those facts stored up good and tight in your noggin?

Clean underwear?

And for goodness' sake wear a friggin' watch!!

Omigosh it's finally here I love you guys good luck okay!! X)

***

Just a bit longer, and I'll be home free!
...at least for a bit. ;)

Cathy's Taggie

2009-05-25T14:01:00.005+08:00

Oh goody. Yet another forcibly-yet-not-so-forcibly posted post filled with sordid questions that no one would normally ask nor answer and yet we do it anyway assuming people out there will actually care.

Cynical, yes?

Anyhoo.

Ze Wedding Tag

(all girls should answer truthfully because studies have shown that ALL females above the age of 6 have fantasized about their day of wedded bliss with obsessive detail - thanks to Disney, no less)

1. How old are you?
Wow, it's like everyone else answered "18 going on 19" but unfortunately I'm already there. T___T

2. Are you single?
*looks at watch* Where the eff is he?!

3. At what age do you think you'll get married?
Any age is fine, as long as my oven is still up and running.

4. Do you think you'll be marrying the person you are with now?
I told you he's not here yet lor!

5. If not, who do you want to marry?
He must be 6ft. plus, anatomically correct, have a full head of non-greying hair, handy about the house, a bit of a tech geek, and hopefully more intelligent than I am, but doesn't show it because my ego wouldn't be able to take it haha. And he must be able to play 50 different musical instruments, like wearing shoes without socks, has huge feet, favorite colour blue, born in the year 1976... oh. And loving me unconditionally despite my (very mild) insanity would be great plus.

6. Who will be your bridesmaid or your bestman?
"Please send in your applications here..."

7. Do you want a garden/beach or traditional wedding?
*yawn* so boring. How about getting married in Curacao and then we traipse down somewhere and have a paintball war (in-laws versus in-laws) in our formalwear?

8. Where do you plan to go for honeymoon?
Scotland, the Bavarian Alps, then Jiuzhaigo, then Osaka, then Whakapapa. Now no one will marry me. Haha

9. How many guest do you think you'll invite?
Hmm. If I get this much angpow money per head...

10. Will that include your exes?
Sure. As long as they pay up.

11. How many layers of cake do you want?
Layers? Don't matter to me. Sure like the "tower of roses" concept though

12. When do you want to get married?Morning or evening?
Morning. I don't want my guests to be eaten by mosquitoes.

13. Name the song/tune you would like to play at your wedding?
Is this a joke?! Forever Love lah of course!!

14. Do you prefer fine dining or just normal spoon/fork/knife?
Wtf. Just shut up and eat your crap. :D

15. Champagne or red wine?
Don't really enjoy either of those... How about Slurpees?

16. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?
Couple of days lah. Let me rest bah...

17. Money or household items?
MONEY. Get that toaster that you redeemed with Jusco vouchers away from me.

18. How many kids would you like to have?
Three. =3 If finance permits.

19. Will you record your honeymoon in DVD and CD?
Sure. I might need it one day when his male habits really get to me and I need a reminder on why I married the man. =)

Now that my fantasies have come to a temporary end,

20. I want to know their wedding plan:
Anyone who wants to fill up their space with yet another mindless tag... Especially if you're a chick. ;)

You know what I want Ongy to do this one. She never gets tagged 'cos she's not on my bloglist! Cheater. XP

First Things First.

2009-05-17T19:54:00.005+08:00

(posting delayed because I terdeleted the original... X/)

Happy Birthday to my Baby!

Today he turns a smexy 33. ^3^

May he continue sharing his sexy music with us for many more years to come.

OMG 33 is so phreakin' hot.

Now if you would excuse us. :P

***

Went to 1U today. Along the way we stopped by the warehouse book sale thing Ain mentioned about... didn't find Jimmy. T__T

Oh well.

But God is my bestest buddy and he couldn't bear to see me all down and out so he helped me find this!

Hahah!

I lub you, Buddeh. ^3^

And I bought a dress today!

This one. Ain't it purdy. ^^
Shirlynn faster get married so that I can have an excuse to wear my dress!! Hahah

(cropped away my smelly grey socks =P)

I LOVE the mirrors at nichii. They are so kind to me. =3

I will shoplift one home some day.

Ooh and it seems like everywhere's sale-ing right about now.

Loads of stuff at discount prices!

Except the shoes I want.

*sigh* C'est la vie.

Ooh and I tried TGI Friday's for the first time in my life!

And I wasn't impressed. We had a Jack Daniels burger, glazed beef ribs and chilli garlic shrimp linguine (which I've always thought was spelled "linguini" btw!).

I'd go back to Carl's Jr., Tony Roma's and Bubba Gump's/Tony's anytime.

Oh and a mojito is gross.

Who'd have thought that that famous drink with the cool name (mow-hee-toe! Say it with me! :D) would taste... eww. *shudders*

Anyhoos! I shalt indulge in that Jimmy-inspired, Takeshi-starring movie now!

Tralalalala~

***

Oh and did I mention that there was this Kechara Soup Kitchen thing going on at 1U... They were trying to get support for the Soup Kitchen thing (they feed the homeless peeps of KL), and carrying about hugeass posters of homeless people in an effort to get attention for their cause.

Well, it worked. Dad donated. And the biggest poster was starring...

*fanfare*

The scabby old beggar-man at Pasar Seni LRT station!

Wah even the old man had a photoshoot wtf.

Despite my cynicism, and although I do not support their cause, I do admire the keikhlasan and generosity of the people at Kechara. Not many people (eg. me) would be so totally unselfish in contributing to such efforts. *squirming in semi-guilt*

More Uncomposed Blabber

2009-05-17T01:05:00.007+08:00

For the lucky one:

"The more you ruv someone,
the more you want to kir dem."

For the one lost in despair:

"Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day
For love may come and tap you on the shoulder
Some starless night
Just in case you feel you wanna hold her
You'll have a pocketful of starlight

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day [Save it for a rainy, rainy rainy day]
For when your troubles start multiplyin'
And they just might
It's easy to forget them without tryin'
With just a pocketful of starlight"

For the ones who heard me swear that (these certain breed of people) are hopelessly unattractive, I hereby eat my own words. With gusto.

May I present.

Daniel Henney.

Google him. *wiggles eyebrows*

Hmm. I have this sort of biasedness for shirtlessness don't I. Before you know it the topless Ah Pek across the street will be featured too.

Yes, the Ah Peks in my area all very geng one.

Just a fleeting thought here. If all those women involved in sechs scandals feel... well, scandalized and exposed and ashamed and emotionally traumatized, how do men feel when girls (guilty, guilty) go about googling pictures of "shirtless so-and-so" or "that shirtless guy from wherever" and brazenly put them up on their blogs? Won't they also feel shy, scandalized, etc etc?

Bloody gender bias isn't it.

Not that I'm complaining lor.

Sorry, couldn't resist. :D
Not at his most buff, but hey, it's Utt.

***

Going out tomorrow. :)

Whee!

Heaven knows I need a break.

***

Hope the puppies like their mango rice. ^^

***

I've had that ridiculous song stuck in my head for three blinkin' days now.

A jetpack... Operation...
Send him the crazy Hindu!

Whatever! My sadist!
All baked and cooked alive!

I put papaya there...

Arghhhh. Save me.

Gross Encounters of the Porky Kind

2009-05-14T19:33:00.004+08:00

Ahh. Another day, another learning experience. Ain't the world just swell.

For example, I learnt yesterday:

when you tell the butcher lady you want pork for your dogs, she will treat you with utmost pleasantry and suddenly become very obliging (let's not anger the crazy people now...)
you can buy "ugly" cuts of meat instead of the "leng four", at 10 bucks a kilo (I'm pretty sure I got ripped off here), and the day's worth of "ugly" meat I got was 2.5 kilos.
pork liver is HUGE. And really ugly. And costs only 2 bucks.
pork liver bleeds a lot.
pork liver has bigass veins inside that go sput-sput-sput spurting out more blood (where it comes from is a mystery to me - isn't it dead?) when you boil it.
pork liver takes a while longer to cook than I anticipated. (I figured a few seconds rolling it about in hot water would do - then I tried to lift it out with my fingers but my super-long nails punctured the squishy surface and the most lovely rusty-colored substance squirted onto my hands.)
when they say "ugly" cuts of meat, they mean generally the meat, skin and tendons around the pee-pee place. (I don't think I boiled any coocooberd though)
a pig's asshole is an interesting thing. Very elastic.
when cooking with pork, your whole house will smell like the morgue for more than a day.
when cooking with pork, YOU will smell like the morgue for... (I don't know exactly how long - I've showered scrubbed and exfoliated but *sniffs* the smell is still there)
my blender cannot mince pork tendons.
spending an entire day around pork makes you go fruity. And very exhausted. And did I mention smelly?

Other non-eww-related things I learnt:

I may not be able to cook, but at least my dogs love my pork-and-pork-liver-and-spinach-and-carrot-and-brown-rice mash I made. (and that's why I love my babies ^^)
I can cook rice. Muahahahahahahhah!!! (okay the bottom was a little bit burnt la.)
my Math skills have become almost nonexistent after barely 2 years of zero practice.

I mean, it's really bad. My mental arithmetic wasn't the best in the world, but I could say I could multiply figures or work out my exact change pretty quickly and accurately. Any problems that needed Math solutions I could handle reasonably well.

But now...

..I've become irreversibly stupid.

Just a quick one - it makes me feel better if there are other Math-challenged idiots like me out there - ready?

Slowly now.

For homemade dog diets, dogs need to eat about 2-3% of their body weight a day.

If Jackie has 2 dogs weighing 10 kilos each, how much, in total, does she need to feed her dogs in a day?

Somehow my answer to 2% of 10 kilos was 2 kilos - *blink* please tell me your brain is as dead as mine, it'll really help me feel loads better. =)

I'm starting to wonder now if Accounting would be the right choice for me.

"..and Ah Meng Chee Cheong Fun Sdn. Bhd.'s profits read at USD 10,000,000,000.72"

***

Now sing it with me!

2 pounds of pork and skin
4 ounces of liver; throw it in
the pot and boil boil boil!
Then take the grains of rice
and cook it with the stock -
the water, blood and oil
It tastes so very nice.
Hey there, Captain Spock!
Now for the sake of rhyme
I throw in a bit of thyme
And steam the spinach leaves!
"Oh no, oh please!"
The spinach seems to say.
Don't worry; the carrots are on their way!

Yup. I've definitely lost it this time. Toodle-oo~

Sir Lump Mad Hairy Judy

2009-05-12T12:02:00.004+08:00

Here's to the girl who got us all into the trend of picking at our teeth in public.

Teh Sue Peng!

Happy 19th birthday!

(there's lots of hurl-inducing stuff I'd like to say, but let's save it for the card, eh?)

I pray that the Lord may grant you more days of awesome hair, finger-chewing, bunny-stewing, putting up with cute little cousins, Gerrard swearing, Mat Rempit rapping and ROFL-ing at oddball semi-half cousin's short shorts.

Much much ♥,
Jamunky. =)

Seek, And You Shall Find.

2009-05-10T01:05:00.007+08:00

*soopahhighpitchedultrashrillearsplittingglassshatteringscream*

I found it!! I FOUND IT!

Well, actually Daddy found it, at, of all places, POPULAR BOOKSTORE!
I've always thought Popular damn low class one so I never even thought about the probability of them bringing foreign and elusive into their stores but behold there they are sitting so shamelessly on their shelves!

First first I called up MPH and asked about the compilation (Best of Jimmy Liao Collection, 1998-2008), which thank goodness I didn't get lor because it was really RM400 and did not actually contain the full contents of the books per se (but I didn't know that!). Then I asked about Turn Left, Turn Right but they said "Tarak." So I was just about to go with the Collection when we dropped by Jusco to watch Star Trek (Chris Pine? Certified cutie ^3^) but then we stopped by POPULAR (my new hero hahax) and guess what Daddy saw a bunch of his books in an obscure corner of the store, but they were torn and a little tattered which is totally unacceptable right and they cost - oh guess oh guess how much they cost *rubs hands with glee* - RM50 each! (screw you, amazon.com!) Which is so totally worth it lor! The books are roughly the size of a paper towel and are actually pretty thick for picture books and are in full-color, with two-pages-per-picture illustrations. *huggles* I insisted on mint copies from Taiwan and guess what they said "Ke yi" so I paid the downpayment and I'll be getting them in 2 1/2 months! That's like the 23rd of July! Hee hee, hu hu. I'm such a lucky girl. ^^

Oh. I'm getting Turn Left, Turn Right AND The Sound of Colors. ^^
Ha ha hee hee hu hu~ *pai pai shou*

..and so a new level of retardation has been achieved. Love me. =D

***

Despite my ever-expanding roll of chubb around my... uh, everywhere, I have had the strangest craving for this.

It calls out to me I tell you.

An ice cream sandwich. They used to sell really good, decent-sized ones at 7-Eleven but they have somehow disappeared.

Oh and I've been craving for those sotong-flavored cracker-ball things in a can too. And Kelana Jaya hor yip fahn. And Cocoa Krispies. Which have also mysteriously vanished from stores.

*stomach growls*

I must think salad thoughts. *Aum*

向左走·向右走 - A Chance of Sunshine

2009-05-07T00:51:00.006+08:00

Ah, book.

How I doth yearn for you.

I've never really been the reading sort. My last book was Marley & Me and that was eons ago - I'm not complaining; it was beautiful, and it made me cry (see? I cry means it's beautiful =P). You know those last two Harry Potter books I keep telling you I'll read some day? Haven't gotten 'round to it.

But this - 向左走·向右走 (Turn Left, Turn Right) - has captured my attention, perhaps mainly because of the pretty pictures (that's how I judge a good book; I'm so shallow haha) and the fact that it's a kid's book. Heheh.

No, I'm not degrading my IQ; it's received rave reviews (you see how shallow I am? I read REVIEWS) and it has become something of a collector's item among older fans.

In fact, many buyers have stated that this book is in fact NOT suitable for children, as they may not be able to grasp the deeper complexities behind Jimmy Liao's artwork and the emotion in the language and poem used.

The book has spawned a movie adaptation directed by Johnnie To [Sparrow] some time back starring Takeshi Kaneshiro (like how could I not get it right?!) and Gigi Leung, and also has an English version (A Chance of Sunshine).

The reason I'd prefer the Chinese version is the same reason why I choose to watch Ranma in Japanese - even if it's a hassle to read the subtitles, or grab your nearest available Chinese-literate friend to translate it for you (Cathy Tai don't you run away from me!), I still feel it is closest to what the creator originally intended, and thus should be enjoyed that way.

Plus it's a KID'S book for Pete's sake. Don't insult my reading skills. Hmph.

WaFF~

There is a more-available novel version, spanning about a few hundred pages, but it doesn't have the artwork the Creative Edition has - plus I think Cathy would have died of old age before she finishes translating it for me.

Another reason I'd love to get my hands on this book (it's like I'm writing a Standard 4 essay weih) is because Mr. Jimmy Liao is a sap - and the poem he uses here was also written by a sap (Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska - yay for sappy women!), and since I am also a big sap (albeit a closet one) it just really appeals to me. ♥

But, as with everything I fall in love with at first sight, it has an ultra-heavy price tag - almost RM400 (amazon.com), non-inclusive of shipping fees, and I don't think the Creative Edition is available here (if it is oh please oh please let me know). Sigh. If only I could go to Thailand and sprout a coocooberd and be one of those toyboys in Singapore, I'd be able to afford it...

Oh relax would ya. This isn't a very heavy hint for a belated birthday present (although I wouldn't mind, really... here's the ISBN: 9577452035 =P). I'm just feeling particularly materialistic today~

Arghh must wake up early tomorrow and continue slaving... Can't wait for it to be over. Then I will have to slave away for just another 5 more years... Oh noez. *moans*

Goodnight.

***

Images taken from Diana and Kenny's blogs respectively.

Visit Jimmy Liao's webbie here.

***

PS: I know this is all ancient news but I'm not, as Ms. Menon would put it, "hip-hop and happening".

Oh my Lord must date Peter Stimpson tomorrow. Goodnight, I say!

The Crystal Ball.

2009-05-04T13:48:00.006+08:00

I know this was originally meant for Carine, as she requested for it, but if it helps anyone, hey.

NOTE: Mr. Sara INSISTS that these are only his ASSUMPTIONS and STRONGLY ADVISES AGAINST relying solely upon these said assumptions.

So don't sue our asses if they're not entirely accurate. Pretty please. The man's not omniscient you know.

Why then is he providing us with these "assumptions"?

So that hopefully, by some miracle of God, he can help idiots like me pass. =)

Oh and he was very confusing, so what I wrote down may be a tad confusing too... But I tried to make it as word-for-word as possible.

TORT: High Priority Topics (in descending level of importance)

General negligence (Data Response)
OLA (Essay)
General defences (DR)
Rylands v Fletcher (Es)

Duty of care (Es)
Damages/Injunction (Es)

Private nuisance (DR)

TORT: Essay Questions

OLA - Both '57 and '84 (How the law balances liability between visitors and non-visitors)
Rylands v Fletcher - do we still need it? is there a need to reform the statute?
General negligence
Duty of care - liability for statement
Defences
Damages -statutes -restitution, res ipsa loquitor
Injunction -private nuisance -trespass to land

TORT: Data Response Questions

General negligence - Breach, Causation (novus actus interveniens, Barker v Chorus, Bolitho), Remoteness
Defences

OLA
Private nuisance
Rylands v Fletcher

Duty of care
Damages
Injunction

...

CONTRACT: High Priority Topics (also provided by Sara - take it or leave it)

(also in descending order as to the level of importance)

Misrepresentation (Es) (DR) (Both) -see if got breach of term first -statement of fact -addressed to addressee -addressee acted upon reliance on it -3/4 page -if you're not good don't answer - or DIE.

Remedies under equity (Es) -Specific performance
Consideration (DR) (Es) -Williams v Roffey Bros. -promissory estoppel
Exclusion clause (DR) -Doctrine of incorporation -discuss common law first -Olley v Marlborough Court -contemplation -sufficiency -reasonableness -Chapelton v Barry - but that's not all - contra proferentum -Rambler Motors -then look at UCTA (limitation of liability)
Mistake (DR) -common mistake (as to quality or existence)

ITCLR (Es) -compare with consideration
Offer and Acceptance (DR) -understand unilateral and bilateral

Remedies under damages (DR) (outline) -Victoria Laundry -Hadley Baxendale

***

Well, that's all there is to it. Hope this helps. If it doesn't, don't come back and yell obscenities at me and tell me that my daughters will be born with three bottoms. Or elsewise.

Best of luck to all fellow exam-sitters. :)

Toodles~

It All Happened Like A Dream.

2009-05-03T23:54:00.009+08:00

4pm, leave home. 5.30pm, Bukit Jalil. Concert - 8pm.

Hike 1km to Carrefour in the blazing evening sun.

Dinner at Esquire Kitchen. Wor tip for the very first time. Mmm. Tastes like deep-fried durian.

Hike 1km back with very full tummies to Bukit Jalil.

Gets bag checked.

Snatches poster from unwilling distributor girl (I think they're limited).

Almost gets beat up by RELA man (true story).

Sees dancers putting on their ~~pants~~ jackets.

Sits down. Hot, sweaty. Stares at moon above my head.

Takes lousy pictures. (sorry - was having difficulty breathing)

I'm finally here. Me, Mom and Dad and Pupu (and Ivan somewhere with his stinkin' free tickets).

Yeah I know. I can't believe it either.

China man with swine flu mask (everyone holds their breath) sits beside Pupu. Chinaman gives us large photos of Hubby and requests that we hold it up and wave it for him. Haha funny man. We humour him. He hands us a self-printed programme (like where does he even get this stuff?!).

Yes, I can read the stuff. Believe it or not. XP

Girls at the back: "Eeyerr Uncle, but he is a GUY!"

Dad: "Yerr. Don't scare me la."

Chinaman asked for those photos back when the concert was over can believe or not! And mine was crumpled badly due to my over-enthusiasm o_______0

Sorry, Chinaman.

Opening act begins with Daniel Lee (now DANELL *rolls eyes*) - he sings okay - dancers were blah - he's too pretty for me. Next.

Grown-woman-acting-like-teenybopper in a pink (the most revolting shade) babydoll dress with ridiculous headgear comes onstage. I have now discovered a sound more annoying than Beijing opera. Next. Please.

FINALLY the concert starts.

And it was BEAUTIFUL.

So beautiful, I cried (darn you Shirlynn).

Everything was perfect, but for the sound system (not my baby's fault). The presentation, the kickass fireworks, the man and his axe, the violin, THE PIANO, the drums, his quirky humour, his SINGING (despite how they mutilated his divine voice), his appreciation and bond with his crew/band/whatever - just beautiful. And that buttnaked illustration of Music Man. *sighs contentedly*

Really, there are no words for it.

He came off the stage not once, not twice, but THREE times to allow rabid fans to molest him. So considerate. *swoons*

I swear he came within a couple of seats of me (he's even taller than his poster!!) - I didn't get to high-five him though - stupid people blocking!! Boohoo... But this halter of mine ain't never getting washed. :D And I'll never sign the organ donor card. No. These lungs have breathed his air. (hopefully we traded some lung epithelium)

Even the intermissions were beautiful. The five panels onstage flashed comicbook-style illustrations of Music Man, all very nicely done. I loved the buttnaked part, it titillated me to the point of contracting windpipes. So thank you, O' Unknown Illustrator.

The choice of songs were, without a doubt, immensely satisfying. Classics, hard favourites, dance/hip-hop numbers, the new ones, famed love ballads, and my playlist favourites, which amounted to about 90% of everything.

I screamed my lungs out (and ruptured a couple of vocal chords, I know I did) and sang out loud in Mando (correct pronunciation or not, in tune or not, don't care) and basically scared the heck out of fellow concert-goers in seats J19, J20, J21 and J22. But puh-leeze. If you wanna go to a concert of a lifetime at next-to-prime spots and sit down and cross your legs and act all civilized, then you're at the wrong place. I think you meant to go to the Philharmonic? Yeah, that's at KLCC.

I wasn't even aware I was that loud (the speakers were blaring until I truly couldn't hear myself - so I simply screamed and whooped louder and louder) until Pupu and Dad told me that they were considerably deafer in the ears that were facing my direction. Oh well, you can't blame me. I was excited. And I have had loads of practice (thank you, Coach Lim?). Or maybe it's simply attributed to good genes (Hakka, baby, yeah!).

But back to the concert. The man - is the performer, the entertainer - of a lifetime. He knows how to excite us, interact with us (that's what concerts are all about anyway), tease us, and engage our undivided attention at every turn. Much thanks to Adam Tsuei too of course. One brilliant son of a gun.

The Xiao Huang, Xiao Lu, Xiao Hong stunt (for Gai Bian Zi Ji) - pure genius. I didn't expect him to be able to pull it off just like in the MV - LIVE!!! Oh me, oh my. I can't take it. *overwhelmed by awesomeness*

Oh oh and that disappearing-here-and-reappearing-way-over-there trick!! OMG *swoons again*

Oh oh and his greeting of his fans there from around the world (I was two rows in front of the Japs) in their languages - I loved hearing him speak Thai. And Cantonese. *swoon swoon swoon*

Oh oh oh and I got to see his underpants they were grey and guess what color my socks were yeah I know we're totally meant to be together ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥~

One gets the feeling that all that speculation about his sexual orientation really gets to him - he complained about it cynically in two songs and came out at once point wearing a purple half-skirt... I really feel for him, I do. The poor man lives out of a SUITCASE, for Pete's sake. Do you know how hard it is to find a girl (I'm here!! I'm here!!!) who'd be okay with not seeing him home for months and months? (I'm okay with it! Go ahead! I'd totally understand!!) The man is 33! You think he doesn't wanna settle down already? (OMG pick me! Pick ME!!!) Insensitive prigs.

After he played When You Wish Upon A Star oh-so gorgeously on the violin, he spoke to the audience about what the song meant to him which such heartfelted-ness that I was all teary-eyed... Oh and he called his Bahamut his "bao bei"... Aww. =3

When it all ended I really didn't wanna leave - it all ended too soon, we all wanted more - but of course, my baby gets tired too, you know. And we fans know better than to be slave-drivers of such a gorgeous, crazy-talented dreamy hunk of flaming McMuffin. I know I'm not making sense just bear with me.

Reflecting on it all (this is what I do for everything - EVERYTHING!!! Ni de ai shi wo de EVERYTHING!!!!~) I come to see why he - or any other music artiste means so much to us fans. Music is inside all of us, and we orientate towards a certain kind of music, or artiste that somehow connect to that something inside of us, and it kinda sticks with us and becomes a part of our lives - for me, I'd listen to him when I'm in the shower, bathing the puppies, goofing off, when I feel alone in class, on the bus, or just fall asleep letting it play on loop. The beauty of creating something that appeals to so many people - 25,000++ that night - and have it move them - being able to share all your love and effort put into creating your work with the world - is something that I deeply admire.

He has accomplished so much - something that was but a dream for the child Leehom has become reality today - the present outcome being perhaps even bigger than he had dared to dream of. Seeing him being able to be so brave, so revoluntionary, coming from an academic family, defying tradition, daring to dive into uncharted waters and emerging from it all so brilliantly - is absolutely inspiring.

Leehom, you da man. *hats off* to ya.

***

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference."

-Robert Frost

OH. MY. TIAN GONG.

2009-05-03T01:17:00.002+08:00

Remember my happy face?

It has now evolved into this.

I think it's permanent.

Updates tomorrow! *kissus*

Tralalalala~

*distributes sunshine and flowers to the world*

I need Strepsils.

My Face Is Frozen This Way =D

2009-05-01T20:30:00.005+08:00

The whole familia went to watch X-Men Origins: Wolverine today.

Being my usual judgmental self I decreed it to suck eggs before even entering. (What, no original cast?! Bleargh.)

For once I'm actually glad to have been proven wrong.

Now, to spoil the movie for some of you... or not. Hmm...

Nah. That would make Hugh Jackman (and all his biceps) sad.

OMG it was so awesome it appealed to both my man side and my squealy-girl side there were so many displays of buff manly men I just simply cannot breathe properly every 5 minutes and the action scenes were like WOW and OMG we get to see Hugh completely nude woot! and OMG they FINALLY brought in Gambit who is totally one of my faves who looks kinda Johnny Depp-ish and they brought in Deadpool too hurray!

I guess my only complaint is that Scott Summers (not played by James Marsden WHY?!) was somewhat of a calefare here.

Other than that I'd give it a 4/5...

3 for being entertaining and 1 extra for Hugh running about stark-blinkin' nekkid for a good 5 minutes.

Wade Wilson: Great, stuck in an elevator with 5 guys on a high protein diet. Oh Wade! Dreams really do come true.

I loves it. :D

***

OMG I'm so excited are you as excited as I am about tomorrow omigosh I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am about tomorrow night oh is it just me or is it a little stuffy in here? I can't breathe haha I'm so excited I tell you *wheeze*

He's my baby. ♥

And we're celebrating his 33rd (early)birthday together tomorrow. ♥♥

Yep. Just me and my baby. And a bunch of other fools who paid money to intrude on our little private serenade.

OMG I'm so excited I... I don't think I can take it I hope I don't hyperventilate and pass out and miss the entire show (touch wood) 'cos that would make Baby really sad.

.

..

...

One last time.

Like OMG I AM REALLY EXCITED!!!!!

Okay goodnight. ;P

Soopah Long Trip Documentary

2009-04-25T21:59:00.003+08:00

Yays yet another tripsie!!

The plan was to go to Aquaria, but we arrived an hour too early so we had to mooch around the park... then them ~~whinerbaby puteri lilins~~ girls said that it was way too hot

where got? So pretty.
Once again, my artistic abilities surpass all. *nose in air*

so we found ourselves in the exhibition... um, place. We thought we could mooch around there but it was a biotech job fair, so no way we could go there and still pretend to be intelligent right? So we did this!

Yep, we were despo enough to take piccies in the toilet.

OMG Sue's drinking ~~from~~ in the toilet!!

See that poor angmoh lady there? She kept coming out and taking more tissues and orleetu-ing and we were there happily camwhoring amidst the aura of... nevermind. Told you we weren't smart enough for the biofair.

Satisfied with breathing the purest, freshest air in KL, we traipsed downstairs but we still had a half-hour left (oh yes. We spent 30 minutes on... bermanfaat activity) so we had

~~hotsteamyquickieswithtwentyeightrandomhunks~~ ice cream!
(clockwise from left) Berry Sorbet, Butterscotch(!♥) Walnut and Spotty Dog

The bill. Not bad, considering the fact that four unrelateds shared the frozen delights ~~and Hepatitis and influenza and AIDS and HPV~~

And then it was finally time to enter!

We saw

We had a bit of a problem with the fish not being very good picture models - the damn things wouldn't stay still!!

Feeding time! The man was throwing in hunks of meat so I asked and apparently it's mackerel - the tortoises ate the same stuff.

The man has some sexyfine legs. Think they could rival our semi-half cousin's, Sue Peng?

Mr Bigass Frog. And friend.

Monsieur Chocolate Frog.

Spot-the-cicak!

Mr. Alligator Snapping Turtle. How d'ya do.

Spot-the... whatever the heck it is. Cathy insists that some sort of creature's in that picture though.

Boo!

An axolotl ♥

A baby croc

A tortoise

and loads of cicaks and snakes and toads later

wtf Jackie you went to Cicakworld or Aquaria lah..

-frankly I also dunno lah macha. That was the entire first section.

we finally got to the "Aquaria" part of it all.

The dipping pool!

Complete with starfish, sea cucumbers, horseshoe crabs and the like. The way the visitors (especially the little brats) were poking and prodding at their insides and squeezing the heck outta them lil' sea critters, as well as repeatedly taking them out of the water (hello, they're SEA critters for cryin' out loud. How would you like to be waterboarded 150 times a day), I'm not surprised all of them die at the end of the day and they have to ship new ones in every week.

Piranha feeding frenzy! They were actually quite pretty-colored up-close.

Column of fishies.

Tui and La. Lol not really.

Dodo fish.

Tortle!! ♥

Freeky-deeky.

Lionfish! My personal favorite ^^

Stay still, dammit!

Turtle!! ♥♥

Uh... "Bamboo Shark Egg"?

My fave shark.

Secret tunnel... secret tunnel... *strums*

Big hoogly grey nurse shark swam over mah head.

Cathy's best friend.

Cathy's best friend's testicles.

I'm not sure, but I think it's a moray eel. Bloody boringest thing I've ever seen. Sat there in the exact same position, just... breathing.

My fave ray! See, it's got a nose, and its facial expression is basically like this =3

ZOMG turtle!! ♥♥♥

Nemo and friends, for lack of a better caption.

See. Mobs of the little turds.

Feeding show! They have a ~~tasty~~ grouper called Bob, but I didn't get no pix of him. Boohoo

Pot-bellied seahorse.

Nautilus

Lobster

For RM20 (we flashed our student IDs up cashier-boy's nose) I say it was pretty worth it, the place is pretty extensive, but I kinda kesian some of the poor animals, being in captivity and all. the poor axolotl had like, 12X10 by 6X12 inches of living space? But I hope our visit contributed somehow to betterment of their living environment or something. The poor baby croc looked like it had an eye infection. Or was blind. But the point is, babies aren't supposed to be blind. Another thing was, THERE WERE NO FRIKKIN' JELLYFISH!!! *uber pout* But I guess that was compensated for by them tortles. =3

Oh and we were outnumbered a 1000 to one by little childrenz, one of which slapped me on the crotch just so he could get a better view of the gecko tank. Bager..!

So anyway, they force you to go through the souvenir shop before you get to the exit, so the girls were interested in some rings which they asked this store assistant to bring out, while I mooched around looking for tortle-related trinkets. I didn't find any good stuff (disappointed-nye) so I went over to see what the girls picked out. There was this Middle Eastern couple also in the same section, and the store assistant (who shall be called F*cker henceforth) was busy sucking up to them.

Middle Eastern Couple: *looking through some pearls, asks a question*
F*cker: Aah, *puts on ultra-fake, Asian-trying-to-sound-angmoh accent* these are from Malaysia; very good quality. Yes, yes.
MEC: *nods of approval*
F*cker: *UFATTSAA* So where are you from, my friend?
ME Man: Oman.
F*cker: Aah, Oman! *UFATTSAA* Welcome to Malaysia, my friends.

And guess how he speaks to us?

F*cker: All of you are bohsia's or what, trying to look all same-same? One wear ring *points at just-appeared me* all must get one to look the same lah?

WTF is his problem man... =.='

Why yes sir, we all bohsia, sollie hor, we intrude on your aura of individuality and ultra kewl accent, wah so kewl orh, actuali our England is quite sux, you can teach us ah, sir?

And he had the nerve to ask us if we knew what bohsia means. I didn't remember exactly but I remembered it wasn't associated with anything good particularly. I actually mm sorng jor but I didn't wanna create a scene (I was chicken la, basically) over something I wasn't sure about, so the girls picked a couple of rings and left.

Just to be sure, I went home and asked the folks what it meant (back in the day at least) and they frowned and said it meant lepakkers - idlehands with no futures or something like that. Not nearly as bad as what Wiki has to say.

bohsia - young female slut, literally means 'no sound' ("boh" - No "sia" - Sound) from Hokkien

Wah lan eh. And to think we thanked that racist, biased, discriminatory, futureless son-of-a-bitch! Somebody kill me. *smacks forehead until brains squish out*

Oh yeah after the souvenir shop, there's a free educational section, basically it's a waste of space 'cause all they have are

Angelfish

Discus

Cathy: Eh why the orange one got no eyes one?

Rainbow shit and neon tetras

Anyhoo we got hungry, so we continued our cherished tradition of walking out of the first restaurant we sit in, and the Dome waitress rolled her eyes at us as we waltzed out unabashedly without ordering (ooh it's just nasty employee day in KL ain't it).

So we stuffed ourselves at A&W instead, then tried to make our way to Skybridge (the Concierge are officially our best friends) but darn it! The little brats outnumbered us again! The passes were completely habis.

Awh..! =(

So we went over to SanFran Coffee and had a contest. We were each given a theme or a situation, and had to express it and have our picture taken.

"Mail-order bride from Vietnam"

-Eh excuse me, look underprivileged a bit can or not, in Vietnam you where got such good life drink SanFran coffee one?

Like that lar.

"Prostitute round-up"

Like damn happy kanna raid only.

"Hark sehr wooi"

Cathy: Open your eyes bigger!
Me: Excuse me Japanese yakuza's eyes where got bigbig one.

"(inwardly) Huh! Dare to talk to me summore huh!
Sey jee naa, mei sey kgorh ah."

I am aware that Sylvea got more themes and also the ones with more depth, but that's Cathy's fault. So we said enough! and made her do one too.

"Keeds, say it with me now; say it slow:
Aiwanzhosurfqing's VUHJEENITTY!"
(inside joke)

Winner? You decide. =P

More clowning around:

"Must copy Sue Peng Shiok Sendiri Queen's best pose"
-People, ask for her cell and browse through some truly priceless SS shots ;P

SP and Syl just got engaged... Aww =3

"Dammit so hard hafta pretend to be happy with this cheating woman..."

Well we could only be loud and crass for only so long, so we left (ushered with a very enthusiastic "Thanks!!" from the waiter - were we that loud?) and I saw this really cute top at MANGO, but then it was time to leave :'(

Gosh wasn't that longwinded! But memories must be documented with excruciating detail. =)

That, and Chan Sorh Guai's camera died before we even entered Aquaria XD

So I'm like the official photographer or something. (feel so inadequate man other peeps in Aquaria all had DSLR's... and me? I took mine using Gary. Not that he isn't good or anything *pats*)

Oh yeah. Today must be Take-As-Many-Insults-As-You-Can Day because when I arrived at Terminal 1 I encountered this beggar-man selling tissue... He called me Ah Moy and asked me to buy some but he was old and gross so I just walked past him (if you haven't figured out already I'm not exactly one for charity) so he got pissy and said, "Wah, macam Ah Lian."

=.="

Yep. The Universe rrrrreally loves me.

Well that took a bloody long time. Toodles!

PS: Anyone who comments on my crap photography shall suffer a slow and painful death. *cracks knuckles* Grr.

IOU

2009-04-23T20:13:00.005+08:00

...an explanation?

Okay so much for my failed attempt at being short and concise and "mysteriously vague" (don't slap me).

Sigh.

Seeing the general shocked reactions I suppose what can be derived from the pic in the previous post is a chick in bandages and there's blood on the said bandages and bruises on top of her left boob.

Understandable.

So conclusions could be made that I've actually decided to

A) perform open-heart surgery on myself, in order to demonstrate my newly-acquired medical prowess

B) dedicate my life to becoming some sort of whack job who thinks she can invent a new kind of stethoscope by stabbing the cord directly into the heart

C) finally be serious about being utterly committed to becoming very attractively anorexic

or worst of all,

D) hurt myself. Creatively and imaginatively.

Whoa there.

Neither of the above, mate.

Here's what I see.

A chick in bandages (with a tummy to die for) with headphones plugged to her heart. Bloodstains on the bandages (where a heart should be) are prettily shaped into a vivid red heart. Which I just happen to think is a beautiful visual representation of its apt title, "Listen to your Heart II".

Which brings to the fact my decision to listen to my own, details of which I will not disclose here. =)

Long story short, I have had an awful dilemma for quite a while and it has brought me to my knees, but after having given the matter long and heavy thought and round after round of emotional discussion, it has been resolved (with conditions, but they are reasonable and I have accepted them), and I am at peace.

No, actually I'm jumping up and down like a munky. A deliriously happy one. =DD

~: FIN :~

I would have delved into the usual detailed over-analysis of my choice of picture but that would nerdify you to death. =P

Anyhoo please view the original here. The picture is entitled Listen to your Heart II (as aforementioned) by this amazing deviantARTist from Switzerland who calls him/herself 0verdoze-of-dreams. Do visit his/her gallery here . You won't regret it. ;)

Thanks and sorry for being a cause for concern. :)

I've Decided.

2009-04-23T01:02:00.004+08:00

Best of all, they said yes.

*grins like an idiot*

Here.

2009-04-18T22:09:00.006+08:00

♥ Happy birthday, dear favouritest baby auntie of mine! ♥

OMG a beanie. You is teh cool.

Aww. =3

Just so you know, we still loves ya to bits, even if you are no longer the widdle cute-ums pictured above, and even if you've officially turned old and wrinkly ~~and menopausal~~

Happy 21st Ongy!!
*snuggles*

May your big year be your best one yet!!

I apologise for the cuppies in the picture being neither real nor baked by moi, but when you come back I'm gonna stuff the skinny outta ya, just you see! (there's your real birthday prezzie; you've been elected as official taste tester, aren't you ecstatic?) :D

Lotsa love,
Siong Kor2, Marie Jyeh, ME!, and Justin Pupu. :)

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Them cuppies come from here.

Mana Pergi?

2009-04-17T18:12:00.004+08:00

Guess who I ran into today! Ni Hua! She like, totally takes Suasana Edaran too! *fuzzy feelings* You know, it's times like these that you really sit back and reflect all that's happened... how united we were against the stupidity of the national schooling system... how we bitched about how they placed us in faggoty purple uniforms... how break time was never long enough... how make hell for authority... =P

Good times. :)

But back to Ni Hua. Just for update's sake, and in case any of you Bukit Mewahans (class of 2007!) are googling your classmates' names just to find out exactly which void in the space-time continuum did they disappear into (come on admit it; I know I do. :P), she's in TARC now, doing A-Levels (Science OMG!) and guess what, her papers are in the same slot as mine, May/June! Together-gether *skips* Ahahah.

I didn't really know her all that well but it really makes me feel all poofy inside to see her more assertive and independent-like and giggly...

Yeah everyone grew up... except you.

Oh shut up.

I mean, I never knew she was giggly! Or that she lives in Seremban Garden! Or that she's clearly terrified of my offer to drive her home! (I never pass up an opportunity to offer. Heehee.) And we shared 5 years of schooling life together! Sigh. Kinda regret now I took a lotta stuff for granted. :S

Like that noisy school bell... which I've always thought was always put there only because they think all students are stupid and dunno how to tell the time. But I miss it anyway!

I miss lousy near-empty curry puffs from the canteen. Haven't eaten them in nearly two years dammit.

And a lotta other stuff that's way too mushy for public reminiscing. :3

Ah, the memories. :)

Girls' Day Out (cont'd)

2009-04-13T00:55:00.005+08:00

OMG I found PICTURES.

Case in point:

Daniel Wu, pre-Shinjuku Incident.

I'd buy L'Oréal anytime.

Yes yes I like my men slutty now please go away =P

Daniel Wu, in two-thirds of Shinjuku Incident.

0______0

Need more proof that Jackie Chan is insanely jealous of Dannyboy's hotness?

***

Pictures sourced from here, here, and the horror from here.

Girls' Day Out

2009-04-12T22:00:00.008+08:00

Like the rest of my kakis I was too pooped to blog immediately about the outing.

(In fact I woke up at 3pm today! New record woot!)

But then again I am forgiven since post-KL sickness is an officially recognized disease.

Plus walking in kik-kok soos for... *counts* TWELVE AND A HALF hours really kills.

But here I am! Alive and well, after Kgung2's birthday dinner (of which I have no pictures of because, well, it was rainy and crowded and pretty much uneventful).

Nah, kidding. Here's one of Yenn2. :)

And so my rant begins.

At 8.30 it was announced over the PA that the KTM was gonna be delayed (ooh surprise surprise) so I stood about for nearly half an hour in said kik-kok soos, and I thought I saw a couple of juniors (Caroline? Esther?) but I wasn't sure... But if it was them I sure felt a little... Okay lah I was worried as heck, these small babies come out on their own, with zero parental supervision, all girls summore, with one skinny little China boy with them, if they kanna snatch-thieved then how, HOW, you tell me?! Okay I am aware that I am but a year, if not a mere couple of months older, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't be concerned! I mean, kanna molested no fun one you know? Unless the fella resembles Haru or something. If it were up to me they would have to be chaperoned everywhere they go until they turn 33. Hmph.

Anyhoo. I reached MV and the entrance was under upgrade work, so the floor was uneven... And well, I tripped. But I assure you that I tripped with STYLE.

Then we met up at Mickey D's (why does my life constantly revolve around McD's? I should be given customer loyalty points or something) and had those 1-buck sundae cones, and after seeing the size of them I'm convinced the McD's in Petaling is under strict instruction to rip us and the farangs off as much as possible. *grumble grumble*

Anyhoo, we were in the midst of blowing some wind about (no, it wasn't a farting contest... I just feel that the "G" word is a bit... dirty and sin-ish. Calling it by another name makes me feel better. ^^) when some guy (Adrian, I think) asked us to donate like 10 bucks for 4 days' worth of care for a spastic kid... Basically after his fastforwarded memorised little speech I just told him I wasn't interested (I had to jadi bad guy because the girls were too polite) and he said thanks and turned away... my sundae didn't taste quite as yummy as it was before I decided to neglect my social responsibility to contribute to the care of some poor, suffering child.

Bah, humbug! (..and the Grinch's heart shrank two sizes that day.)

Anyhoo the plan was to have a movie marathon, which totalled up to RM24, *coughbleedingfartingexpensivecough* and the first one was Shinjuku Incident. Quadruple date with Dannyboy yay!

Unfortunately.

I was pretty much disappointed, because it was the biggest Jackie Chan vanity project I have ever had the misfortune to pay 12 bucks for; beyond the one 3-minute scene where Dannyboy was bathing, we didn't get to see a lot of him in his nude, sexyfine glory. In fact, there were more shots of that bathroom scene with Uncle Jackie nude instead. Nakedsixtyyearoldman *barf* Protege was so much better. XP

I know the director was some dude named Derek Yee, but seeing as to Uncle Jack's the producer, I'll bet my balls he had quite a substantial say in it.

Evidence: Jackie Chan plays some immigrant from the mainland named Tietou (Steelhead, which would have been a very cool character name in like what, the 80s?) who has some hot chick girlfriend named Xiu Xiu, who, despite being I dunno, three decades younger, picks him as her lover because the whole of China got no one more attractive and irresistable than Jackie Chan.

Anyhoo the story is that she goes to Japan or something so this lovesick 60-year-old puppy goes there to look for her.

He then meets a very cute afro'd Daniel Wu, and um, blahblahblah we discover that XX is married to this yakuza guy named Eguchi (a seriously smokin' 40-something Kato Masaya) and um, somehow he earns his trust and he gets to control this area called Shinjuku.

Vanity enough for you?

Oh you don't know the half of it.

He makes sure that the ultra-adorable Jie (Dannyboy) is tortured and scarred beyond recognition using unreasonably violent and gory means. "Tai leyy sei ah, kgom leng zai!" seemed to be brewing in his mind when they decided that Jie should have his faced carved a la Naruto and have his right hand teppanyaki-ed in a chestnut roaster and finally having it dismembered using the metal stirrer. (ideas for your novel, Alana?)

Jie, emotionally tormented, suddenly decides to turn ultra-mega-super-mutatedly lala, wearing black lipstick, foundation 113 shades too light, disastrously-applied black eyeshadow and a silver puffy wig, with the single, admirable life ambition of snorting coke. And then... He dies.

Seriously. After much whining, whimpering and soiling his pants. *sigh* Danny-baby, choose more self-promoting roles can? This is about the most unattractive character you've played yet *twitch*

Eguchi's fate is none the better, as he is quickly eliminated with a couple of gunshots.

Seriously, we couldn't enjoy the movie for Danny (unbelievable, but true) or Kato, and there were no awesome flashy kung-fu fight scenes, just bats and guns and parangs. -.-"

I hereby appeal to you: save your twelve bucks and watch something else, like He's Just Not That Into You or something. Anything.

The next movie was Fast and Furious (subtitled as Pantas dan Garang. For real.), and we shamelessly smuggled our lunch in, given the narrow time frame we had in between the two. I guess we were pretty pooped so somehow I got the impression that it wasn't as engaging. Plus they killed Michy Rodriguez about ten minutes into the show. What lah, I liked her man. Also Vin Diesel had smaller, floppier-looking muscles compared to his Riddick days and had over the years acquired Bruce Willis-y smile lines. Paul Walker was also scruffier, but them eyes were still as swoonworthy. Heck, if more cops looked like him I'd kanna arrested every day. *wiggles eyebrows* :D

After it was all over we traipsed over to F.O.S to send Cathy off, where she tried to pimp her brother off on us, but we were nice and well-behaved and very ethical, so he escaped unscathed.

After my short modelling career with Victoria~~'s Secret~~, Sylvea headed home and I accompanied Sue Peng to get dinner and saw this!

Ranma fishcakes! Who knew they actually existed!
(the characters translate as "fish biscuit" methinks)

Then Mom and Dad and Pupu arrived, and they stayed even longer, despite my feets killing me. Oh wait, that's not true. I went back to F.O.S and got some new tanks (four for RM32 can you believe it?!) before reaching home at around what, 9?

Yep you will not believe the size of my blisters. Sneakers are my friends. Sneakers are my friends. Oh yes sneakers are my friends...

But overall it was pretty fun, haven't had an outing in ages. (socially dead, you see) Next trip mustmustMUST involve more jackarsery! ;D

***

You know the only reason people are afraid to be close to you is because you are too afraid to let anyone in.

Chillax. :)

The Rule in Blahlands and Blahtcher

2009-04-08T19:19:00.003+08:00

So.

Because TAI JIN LING ~~attended to Cheng Beng-ly duties~~ refused to wake up for Sara's class last Friday, she missed out on the rule in Rylands v Fletcher class.

Hence, I have been called forth to demonstrate my note-taking prowess.
(which sadly does not have anything to do with my ability to retain said information at all)

I am still considering that kindy teaching job! *foolish mortal*

So make me proud, Ai Ren! ^^

Let us begin.

***

TAKE NOTE! (Sara's fave phrase lol)

The distinction between strict liability and fault liability
The elements that had made the distinction between strict liability and fault liability
Fault liability can only occur when there is a foreseeability of harm. Whereas strict liability can be imposed even if the defendants did not foresee the harm.

fault liability - carelessness on the defendant's part

In the tort of nuisance, the requirement such as the foreseeability of harm, the conduct of the defendants had suggested that this type of tort would be a fault liability tort.

Generally, any form of harm suffered by the plaintiff which falls within the ambit explained in

Hunter v Canary Wharf

an action can be taken under nuisance.

However, in the case of

Rylands v Fletcher [1865]

the Court, in determining the liability of the defendant, was not able to fulfill the requirement of fault liability as the Court could not discover the fault element on the facts. Hence, Justice Blackburn in establishing a liability against the defendant, which was affirmed in the House of Lords, created an extension to the tort of nuisance. This was eventually regarded as one of strict liability tort.

So the rule in R v F = extension of tort of nuisance; is a strict liability tort. Geddit.

When approaching a question, start with nuisance. Alternatively, refer to Rylands.

Facts of Rylands v Fletcher

The defendant employed independent constructor to construct a reservoir. Whilst digging, the contractor found it to be a disused mine, but failed to seal it properly. Later, the water flooded through the mine shafts into the plaintiff's property. In establishing the liability and affirmed by the HoL, Blackburn J laid down the following rule: (refer to Chapterpack, pg 1)

What Blackburn says in Rylands is veryvery important btw... 'Cause well, it is the bleeding rule in R v F.

Requirements in R v F

Defendant brought something onto his land (his land his land his land! Nobody else's land)
Non-natural use of the land
The thing was likely to do mischief if it escaped
The thing did escape, and caused damage.

1.) Escape

Definition of 'escape'

Read v Lyons (something about an ammunitions factory explosion)

Viscount Simon:
'Escape' is defined as escape from a place where the defendant has occupation or control over land to a place which is outside his occupation or control.

CHUP!

Sounds like Occupiers' Liability? Confused? Let's take a look.

R v F
occupational control
-harm must happen OUTSIDE defendant's land (of course, this applies to nuisance and negligence as well)

c/f

OLA
sufficient control
-harm occurs WITHIN defendant's premises

In 1994, the HoL, especially based on the decisions of Lord Goffe, came up with an additional requirement based on R v F, in the case of

Cambridge Water Works v Eastern Counties Leather [1994]

According to Lord Goffe, since the harm was not foreseeable, the liability could not be assured.

CHUP!

WTFish? Like, didn't you just say that R v F is supposed to be strict liability? What, does that mean that foreseeability's back in town?

(Now, I am absurdly proud of my note-taking capabilities, and I assure you that I didn't get that part wrong. :P)

Let us take a look at foreseeability.

i.) in R v F
-foreseeability that the substance can escape/not

ii.) of damage
-not required in R v F

Hence, R v F is still regarded as strict liability tort. :)

Transco plc v Stockport Metropolitan Borough Council

clarified the requirements in R v F, which includes Lord Goffe's requirement of foreseeability.

So the requirements in R v F today now look like this:

Defendant brought something onto his land (his land his land his land! Nobody else's land)
Non-natural use of the land
The thing was likely to do mischief if it escaped
The thing did escape, and caused damage.

Foreseeability of the escape of the substance (Lord Goffe, Cambridge Water Works, 1994)

2.) Non-natural use of the land

Things grown or occurring naturally in the land
c/f defendant bringing something onto his land

Something can be regarded as non-natural user of the land in one case but not necessarily in another i.e. it's pretty subjective (Lord Porter, Read v Lyons, Chapterpack pg 3)

Re: Transco plc
According to Lord Hoffman, a 'non-natural user' means that the defendant's use created an increased risk

Ellison v Minister of Defence [1997]

-non-natural user of the land
In this case, the court stated that the flood occurred as a result of rainwater; it is not a non-natural user of the land.

3.) Damage

If there is no damage, because the plaintiff took steps to prevent it, then he can claim for the amount used to prevent the damage that would have happened.

The damage here refers to the land or to chattels.

Halsey v Esso Petroleum [1961]

The courts are generally not in favour of allowing a claim for pure economic loss.

Weller v Foot and Mouth Disease Research Institute [1966]

In the case of

Hunter v Canary Wharf

Lord Hoffman stated that damages for personal injury per se would not be recoverable either under nuisance or R v F.

Defences

Tennent v Earl of Glasgow (re: Act of God)

-Lord Westbury:
"An act of God is an event which no human foresight can provide against, and of which human prudence is not bound to recognise the possibility."

TAKE NOTE:

Rylands v Fletcher, Blackburn's rule (CP pg 1)
Transco plc (CP pg 1)
British Celanese (CP pg 2)
Weller v Foot and Mouth (CP pg 2)
Rickards v Lothian (CP pg 3)
Lord Porter in Read v Lyons (CP pg 3)
Rainham Chemical v Belvedere Fish Guano (CP pg 3)
Noble v Harrison c/f Cowhurst v Amersham (CP pg 3) -it would be more practical to pursue under Nuisance.
Consent of the plaintiff and Common benefit (CP pg 4) -are specific defences under R v F -can be regarded as overlapping as CB is usually only any good only if CotP is satisfied first
Perry v Kendricks c/f Hale v Jennings (CP pg 4)
Nichols v Marsland c/f Greenock Corp. (CP pg 4) -in Nichols exceptionally heavy rain can be regarded as a good defence but Greenock disagrees -it is a direct contrast; neither was overruled, so dua-dua pun boleh pakai
Default of the plaintiff (CP pg 4) -if the plaintiff is aware but does nothing to contain the problem
Statutory authority (CP pg 5) -good defence.

Okay, done! My nerdiest post ever. I hope there are no mistakes; there shouldn't be because I was a reasonably good little nerd that day. ^^

It's Over.

2009-04-05T23:25:00.007+08:00

It's finished!

The Last Airbender has ended.
(Shut up about it having ended last year itself; I just watched it lah okay.)

See the original here.
SO. HAPPY. :D

Well I love it that Ty Lee went and joined her new BFFs the Kyoshi warriors (pretty make-up!) and all, but I'm kinda sad for Azula. Kesian-ted betul.

And I'm pretty mad that Mai didn't die!! WTF, Azula should have totally lightning-ed the emo outta her. And Aang should have died a tragic hero. (Yeah I already know how it ends I wiki-ed it but you know, Zutara fan. In denial and all.) Ups the dramatic effect mah.

See the original here.
And why oh WHY didn't THIS happen?!! You know it was meant to be! T__T

And Mako!!! Why did he have to die! The new Iroh tried so hard to replicate everything endearing about the old Iroh's voice it was annoying. XP

And another thing...!

OMG shut up can't you be happy and just shut up. *rolls eyes*

Sigh. Alright. It was wonderfulllll. =3

I officially love Mike and Bryan, despite the ultra-gross Kataang and Maiko ending. Eww.

Because Mike is a Zutarian, and that counts for something. :D
(Yes I know he is I am omniscient you know.)

Thank you Mike and Bryan for the most wonderful series I have ever obsessed about, second only to La Usurpadora!

See the original here.
Beautiful. *tears up*

See the original here.
And megathanks for giving us Sifu Hotman. *megadrool*

...

"Baby, you're my forever-girl!" OMGGG XD XD *dies*

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PS: My palms are smarting from being cheesegrated by tombstones. Why in the name of Datuk Shah Rukh Khan did we have to bury our ancestors ON TOP OF A HILL. (on which I humiliated myself both going up and coming down. I swear you've never heard so much noise at a cemetery.)

Oh and it seems I've found another clan to be related to. Hello Lees. :D

PPS: I'm in for a world of hurt tomorrow. :S
But I want it. I do.

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EDIT: Holy scheisse I forgot to include the links to the originals! Can't believe I was so rip-offy. Anyhoo I've included them now, so if you like their style (Lily!), be sure to check out their galleries for more amazing stuff. Yes it'll be amazing I promise because I have superawesome taste so how can the artists whose artwork I adore not be awesome right adei just check it out already lah. ;P