This week saw the death of the King of Pop, a talented performer, an extraordinary singer, a walking legend. His death was a hard blow to the gut especially to many who least expected this quiet yet strong-willed man who survived the many criticisms of his eccentricity to lose to an unexpected cardiac arrest. Comments had been made of his frail health while practicing for his comeback tour in London. It was expected to be the comeback of the millennium surpassing even dear ol' Britney and the anticipated and under-planning tour by T.Turner.
In the words of the DJ on hitz.fm, "If wasn't because of MJ, I'd never have been into music." My mum introduced his song to us through Light & Easy and I remembered wanting to be like him and singing like the Jackson 5. I was never a huge fan of MJ although some of his songs had special memories for me - heal the world, a singing favourite among my gang of primary school friends; billie jean, a cheerleading performance in high school; black and white, trying to 'ow' MJ style with my sister. The amazement when I first saw him moonwalking and the way he performed with every inch of his body soon faded away, taken over by the 90's music of Britney, C.Aguilera, and boy bands.
When MJ made headlines with paedophilic charges, I was among one of the few who remained neutral and agreed that if he was guilty, he should be charged but if he was innocent, they should leave him be. That circus of a trial made me disgusted with the way the media fed off his eccentricities and exploited his every move, every look, and every word. I turned a deaf ear since to any MJ-related trials. Until this day, I can honestly tell you, I have never Google-d or find out the decision of any of MJ's trials. I did hear about them forcing MJ to sell off Neverland. Like the trials, I didn't want to dig deeper. It made me disgusted that we would readily dissect every inch of a man who was placed in the limelight and missed his childhood as we would Ted Bundy.
Words cannot begin to describe the feelings of unsuspecting people like yours truly who least expected this to happen on 26 June 2009. My first thoughts upon hearing this piece of news at 6.45a.m. on hitz.fm was on a dear friend, who is well known and made it clear to everyone that Michael Jackson was, is and will forever be her idol, love, and world. If my feelings were indescribable, heaven knew how she felt at such a tremendous loss. Nevertheless, she has penned down most of her thoughts and feelings into this note in facebook beautifully.
http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=97784322388&ref=mf
This week wasn't very kind to yours truly either. Getting down with fever and viral flu-like symptoms wasn't especially comfortable with the swine flu short of being declared an epidemic. Even now, with the meds finished, it feels as if something still isn't right. Internally. Mentally, it has been a long time coming. *shruggs* In short, this week was a bad week for school to reopen as nothing went in my head. Felt like a photocopier. Brains not needed. 'Please do not bring your brains to school' Week. Tadaa!
Had a heart to heart talk with Jill this week too. It felt.. I'm not sure how that felt. It feels the same but I'm glad I had the chance to talk to her. I wished Val could be here too and that things were different with Banu. Things are changing and I'm changing. Maybe some things were just not meant to stay together. Even Ica has some issues. Ma, Pa, and Mag too. Everybody has issues! Ha-ha. Observation of the year. I really don't want to take anymore shit from people. I'm done being a wash rag for cleaning up people's emotional outpourings and being nice while saying things that only comfort but does not present reality precisely. Because of that, some have dubbed me cold, changed, or just ran away crying or ignoring me.
Here's a thought - I DON'T FUCKING CARE. SOD OFF! My life would be so much better and less complicated without all the dramas. Period.
Definitely not a positive or happy week but I did have moments to enjoy.
JoyceC says (9:37 PM):
no lar, I'm just waiting for someone I trust to bring m
JoyceC says (9:37 PM):
*me
JoyceC says (9:37 PM):
one of them being Burn
JoyceC says (9:37 PM):
and You
I love you Joycey!
Jill: I tell you, her people *frantic hand gestures*..
*pauses for 5 seconds*
Jill: .. I mean kids her age..
Yours truly: *LMAO*
Saturday 27 June 2009
Tuesday 23 June 2009
Unblogged.
It just struck me a few minutes ago that I've not blogged about many things. E.g. Singapore 2008 trip, Indonesia 2009 trip, smart topics, and the conversations I have with myself while doing all those multiple chauffeur duties.
Nevertheless, I don't feel that up to rehashing all these wonderful memories. *stretches languidly* I have Jill to remind me of the one week awesome-ness in Singapore and I have memorabilia [mostly tickets - made me realize how much stuff we have to pay for just for a trip to ruins @ world heritage sites] from Jogjakarta.
Anywhoo, I wanna tell you guys about Adibah Amin! Yes, I hear you saying "Who..?" and for those seasoned listeners, "*sigh* What strange book/author has she read up this time?" Shame on you if you have any of those thoughts running through your mind. If you didn't, YOU LIE. *snorts*
Back to this lady, she is a female duh! Malaysian author. Let me tell you, her narrations are simply fantastic and her wit makes it impossible for you to not smile while going through her book. This lady is 73 this year! Do your own calculations. I've read 2 of her books so far and her point of view is vastly different and very nonconformist that it actually made me ponder over her words long and hard.
For example, she narrates her experience during the Japanese occupation with fondness. She remembers the kindness of the Japanese soldiers and their amusement and tolerance with her small kid antics. It struck me then, that although it was a cruel 3 years in Malaya, there were people who actually had fond memories developed during that period. I must admit that I was one of those 'people' who did not live through those years but hated the Japanese of that period. Just for emphasis here, my hatred does not extend to the Japanese of the current century for everyone has skeletons in their closets and you do not hold on to things which has come and gone.
Her writings was certainly a test to my way of thinking and supposedly 'open-ness'. Shamefully, I realize that I have a long way to go to be as open as I wish I could be. I can't believe that I am pointing this out now Ugh! but it is true that wisdom comes with age. Adibah's ability to look at life with an almost child-like simplicity has definitely made me a fan of hers! So go grab her book today and read it for yourself!
Oh, how I came across her? My mum is doing her Master's in English hence the various reading materials. Last few months were all about African writers. Last 2 years were about English writers. Now, Malaysian writers are the focus. Just so you know, most of the English writers almost bored me to death. I literally fell asleep reading and I DO NOT fall asleep while reading. Guess there's a first for everything..
Ah! I can't continue with this post no more. Mae is texting me to help her with her assignment. Sadly I cannot multitask with one side of my brain functioning only. Neither can you smart ass. So stop smirking/laughing/cackling there.
Ica: *speaking in german*
Yours truly: *humming song*
Ica: *speaks louder in german while looking at yours truly*
Yours truly: *stares at her* What are you saying..?
Ica: Oh! Damnit.
Language barrier you say.. Attempt to brainwash me I say.
p/s: She was asking me for the dates of a camp she was going to attend.
Nevertheless, I don't feel that up to rehashing all these wonderful memories. *stretches languidly* I have Jill to remind me of the one week awesome-ness in Singapore and I have memorabilia [mostly tickets - made me realize how much stuff we have to pay for just for a trip to ruins @ world heritage sites] from Jogjakarta.
Anywhoo, I wanna tell you guys about Adibah Amin! Yes, I hear you saying "Who..?" and for those seasoned listeners, "*sigh* What strange book/author has she read up this time?" Shame on you if you have any of those thoughts running through your mind. If you didn't, YOU LIE. *snorts*
Back to this lady, she is a female duh! Malaysian author. Let me tell you, her narrations are simply fantastic and her wit makes it impossible for you to not smile while going through her book. This lady is 73 this year! Do your own calculations. I've read 2 of her books so far and her point of view is vastly different and very nonconformist that it actually made me ponder over her words long and hard.
For example, she narrates her experience during the Japanese occupation with fondness. She remembers the kindness of the Japanese soldiers and their amusement and tolerance with her small kid antics. It struck me then, that although it was a cruel 3 years in Malaya, there were people who actually had fond memories developed during that period. I must admit that I was one of those 'people' who did not live through those years but hated the Japanese of that period. Just for emphasis here, my hatred does not extend to the Japanese of the current century for everyone has skeletons in their closets and you do not hold on to things which has come and gone.
Her writings was certainly a test to my way of thinking and supposedly 'open-ness'. Shamefully, I realize that I have a long way to go to be as open as I wish I could be. I can't believe that I am pointing this out now Ugh! but it is true that wisdom comes with age. Adibah's ability to look at life with an almost child-like simplicity has definitely made me a fan of hers! So go grab her book today and read it for yourself!
Oh, how I came across her? My mum is doing her Master's in English hence the various reading materials. Last few months were all about African writers. Last 2 years were about English writers. Now, Malaysian writers are the focus. Just so you know, most of the English writers almost bored me to death. I literally fell asleep reading and I DO NOT fall asleep while reading. Guess there's a first for everything..
Ah! I can't continue with this post no more. Mae is texting me to help her with her assignment. Sadly I cannot multitask with one side of my brain functioning only. Neither can you smart ass. So stop smirking/laughing/cackling there.
Ica: *speaking in german*
Yours truly: *humming song*
Ica: *speaks louder in german while looking at yours truly*
Yours truly: *stares at her* What are you saying..?
Ica: Oh! Damnit.
Language barrier you say.. Attempt to brainwash me I say.
p/s: She was asking me for the dates of a camp she was going to attend.
Thursday 18 June 2009
MY CAR.
MY DAD TRADED THE VIVA TO GET A SAGA. WITH POWER STEERING AND 1.3 CC.
WHAT THE EFF??!!
SPONGEBOB AND DAFFY WAS STILL ON MY VIVA.
Yours truly: Where's the Viva? *refraining self from saying my viva*
Pa: *chuckles* What Viva? It's a Proton.
Yours truly: *mumbles* Like I can't see that. Where's the Viva?
Pa: *chuckles harder* Where got? It's a Proton.
AND WHY DIDN'T HE TELL ME HE WAS GOING TO TRADE IT IN??
Yours truly: Spongebob and Daffy was still on the car!
Pa: What?
Yours truly: The stickers were still on the car.
Pa: I couldn't take them off.
Yours truly: Yes, you can.
Pa: I tried. It wouldn't come out. Go buy a new one.
*HYPERVENTILATES*
I AM NOT TALKING. I REFUSE TO. I WILL NOT.
WHAT THE EFF??!!
SPONGEBOB AND DAFFY WAS STILL ON MY VIVA.
Yours truly: Where's the Viva? *refraining self from saying my viva*
Pa: *chuckles* What Viva? It's a Proton.
Yours truly: *mumbles* Like I can't see that. Where's the Viva?
Pa: *chuckles harder* Where got? It's a Proton.
AND WHY DIDN'T HE TELL ME HE WAS GOING TO TRADE IT IN??
Yours truly: Spongebob and Daffy was still on the car!
Pa: What?
Yours truly: The stickers were still on the car.
Pa: I couldn't take them off.
Yours truly: Yes, you can.
Pa: I tried. It wouldn't come out. Go buy a new one.
*HYPERVENTILATES*
I AM NOT TALKING. I REFUSE TO. I WILL NOT.
Tuesday 16 June 2009
Picky. Pampered. Pathetic.
I definitely have the right to be 3Ps! The best 2 weeks of my life in 2009 is over! OVER! *screams infidel and throws a tantrum*
*sobs pathetically* I was wishing that I didn't have form 6 to attend to. I wished that I could do more with the crazy group of people I hung out with. And I REALLY had the best 2 dreams of my life! So far.
I shall do a recap of my amazing weeks and if you can't handle it, I think I saw a little puppy hopping around behind you. There! There! It's getting away! And.. you're gone. Idiot.
Ahemz.
The 4-day Genting trip was quiet this time around. No Mag or Mae around to pollute the peaceful environment! Isaac was engrossed with his PS2 console which he dragged up to the Awana apartment [where we stayed] and ma was busy reading a book. That left Ica and me to our devices and yours truly spent so much time sleeping I thought it wasn't enough.
I finished the Korean series of iljimae and it made me sad. Almost depressed but not quite. How can the hero not have a proper ending? How can the heroines not have a happy ending? How dare the scriptwriter make the nice, sacrificing-all-the-time-for-an-ungrateful-girl-who-shouldn't-even-be-a-heroine end up teaching little brats martial arts? And with the whole using stick to beat people techniques too! I know I'm a sucker for happy endings. Bear with me or go chase your imaginary tail.
So this temporary couch potato did get some exercise. Swimming in the pool and throwing a sponge ball around. It was hard work all right?? Some smart person decided to make the ball sponge-like to absorb water and make the ball heavier each time you throw it without squeezing it first. Ica and my fingers were numb after 15 minutes.
On our 2nd day there, we went up to the theme park and I actually got on almost all the rides. I tried the go-kart and flying coaster for the first time! Don't you snigger at me. I wasn't up for waiting in lines for almost 30 minutes before. It was different this time because Ica made me queue up for games and I got off sitting the solero shot. Phew. Isaac had a blast looking at his crotch whenever a ride took a sudden dive. They had proof - on camera. *smirks*
There was a big group of Middle Eastern looking men in the park too and when they looked at Ica, they were staring at her so hard as if expecting her to pull out a hijab and cover herself up. If you don't know, Ica has a mixed parentage and looks more Middle Eastern than German. Hence, the intense staring. I'm not being racist!! Wipe that disgusting thought out of your head. It was funny at that time for the both of us..
Ica: *whispers* Hey, look. They're staring at me.
Yours truly: They're waiting for you to pull out your head scarf. Any minute now Ica..
*Ica and yours truly bursts out laughing*
After that, a little obligatory window shopping which knocked out Ica's notion that things are always cheap in Malaysia. Yeah. Right. Then we headed back to the apartment and planned for some damage the next day. But yours truly spent the whole day in bed! Which was fantastic! Because it lasted until 5pm and Ica dragged my arse out to the pool again. *yawn*
There was an "Oh shit!" moment in the pool when the ball landed near the edge of the pool and literally sprayed chlorine [and other unknown substance] water all over an old man sitting on a chair watching his grandkids play. He smiled and almost laughed because suddenly Ica, Isaac and I were the see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil monkeys. Priceless indeed.
So fastforwarding here, if you can keep up, we spent Saturday and Sunday at Klang and KL. 6th June 2009 was a night to remember and it was made great by all these great folks - Azril, Sue, Saral, Ica, Mae, Teng, Val, Jill, Mag, Kak Bard, and yours truly. There was of course the hottie - Farshad, the cool new-found people - Baizura, Yoghini, Hamid and the funny - Eddie. There were a few others from Azril's work place and though we did not meet, they made the night sweeter. There was also the trio who proved to Mae that there are people out there who don't give a rat's arse about physical attributes only.
Needless to say, the girls were all babes that night and the guys were all hunks. It was made even more memorable by dear Saral. I positively love you know babe and you rock! I shall never forget to invite you for any function as you made my night.
As for my beloved Mae, NOW WHO DARE SAYS SHE ISN'T HOT?? It was definitely the prettiest night of her entire life [as quoted by her] and the life-changing event too. Now do you believe me? I want a black coloured bridesmaid dress or I will NOT attend her wedding. Deal with it.
Jill was effing hot that night and guys were practically drooling just to dance with her. And that oh-so-chic! dress. White is definitely so her. And I mean it more than the dress. *winks* Val had an extreme make over [planned by Jill and yours truly from head to toe] and look who brought Cinderella out. That thick black wavy hair [thank you Azril], short dress, and killer boots [thank you Carol] accentuate this lady's sexy legs and it's too bad that nurses can't wear the nurse outfit/skirt anymore. I know which hospital would get regular come back patients.
Sadly, Sue wasn't so much on the dance floor as she was on some hottie's lips. But let's give her some privacy and lament about her! As usual, she was the odd, striking one out with that hot pink dress and great highlights. Azril was awesome as usual and I loved the outfit although his blue eyes almost went unnoticed. Unaccentuated. Enjoyed watching him camwhore though.
Teng was of course being picked up and flirted with a couple of guys. She has this random openness that'll scare any mama looking for a suitable, quiet wife for her beloved son. That was absolutely cute and enjoyable to watch as she gets caught with a guy for more than 15 minutes and she wants to shake him off but can't. Then Jill, as if on instinct, comes and saves the day! *claps* Happy ending for all. Except the him's.
Mag and Kak Bard were extremely generous and we are definitely looking forward to crashing your place again soon.
Mag: Eh, can you pick something that has very little alcohol in it?
*passes a liquor menu*
Yours truly: *looks at Mag* Er.. Yeah. *points at margarita to the waiter*
So come Tuesday, I went down to PJ to spend a night at Aunt Gab's place and sit in one of Mae's class. Unfortunately, I got caught in a jam. Unfortunately, I forgot we were talking about public transportation in KL. Unfortunately, I missed Mae's class and arrived 45 minutes before it ended but the class ended already! Bugger. I did have an enjoyable lunch at Vivo [the pasta is to die for! though the portion is small] and Mae and I did some bitch shopping - trying things on and deciding we don't want it. We had tea at Subway and God, I love Subway. Why aren't they opening a branch in Seremban?
At night, Aunt Gab brought us to Alexis to have dessert. I really thought I went to cake heaven. The pavlova was absolutely incredible and the tiramisu is THE BEST I've ever tasted in my entire life to date! It was also an out-of-this-world experience when the bill came for the 3 of us. The menu sounded fantastic and I would love to go back there with a special someone. *HINT HINT*
So the last Saturday came and I spent a night at 2nd Aunt's place in Kepong so that I could go for Merve's farewell/birthday party. It was awkward as I was the only one from AFS there besides William from France who's in the Kuantan chapter. He had his group of friends and I decided to find mine. I ended up with this girl who is weird as weird can be! She was sweet but weird. Seriously.. I'm not going to judge her but if I have the chance to chat with her again, I'll see if my first impression was right. Right now, I'll believe that it isn't.
Sunday was like a living flashback. 2nd Aunt's AOG church reminded me so much of my church [tone of possession not implied] in Chambersburg! When we were going through praise and worship, I started tearing and tried really hard not to cry. It was an effort but thank God [ironic..] I was ok. And maybe I should add, I didn't smear my mascara. I know. Another WTF moment for you. I got into the praising and singing with the awesome band of FCC AOG church. Youngsters who play like the likes of Hillsong and Muse combined. Amen brothers.
The ride back to Seremban on the KTM was tolerable but what effed it all up was the IMPATIENT, SELFISH, DIMWITTED passengers who wanted to board the KTM at the Seremban station. For the love of all things good on Earth, CAN'T YOU LET PASSENGERS GET OFF THE TRAIN FIRST??? Seriously. We're talking about a pack of supposedly civilized people trying to barge into the KTM like water trying to gush out of one small hole. EFFING RETARDED. Luckily I had something to drink and cool myself down before I started getting nasty with all the effed up people in the world. BLAH.
Despite that really messed up incident, I really really really have an issue with time. I didn't want that 2 weeks to end. It was awesome, fantastic, out of this world, amazing, etc.. You get the picture. Now it's back to books, exams, studying, and books. Did I mention studying? Nyargh!
Ah, Ugly Betty's on. Time to run. This episode promises a make over for Betty. Finally something interesting!
Note: Gossip Girl is addictive! I'm looking forward to Season 2.
You know you love me. XO XO.
*sobs pathetically* I was wishing that I didn't have form 6 to attend to. I wished that I could do more with the crazy group of people I hung out with. And I REALLY had the best 2 dreams of my life! So far.
I shall do a recap of my amazing weeks and if you can't handle it, I think I saw a little puppy hopping around behind you. There! There! It's getting away! And.. you're gone. Idiot.
Ahemz.
The 4-day Genting trip was quiet this time around. No Mag or Mae around to pollute the peaceful environment! Isaac was engrossed with his PS2 console which he dragged up to the Awana apartment [where we stayed] and ma was busy reading a book. That left Ica and me to our devices and yours truly spent so much time sleeping I thought it wasn't enough.
I finished the Korean series of iljimae and it made me sad. Almost depressed but not quite. How can the hero not have a proper ending? How can the heroines not have a happy ending? How dare the scriptwriter make the nice, sacrificing-all-the-time-for-an-ungrateful-girl-who-shouldn't-even-be-a-heroine end up teaching little brats martial arts? And with the whole using stick to beat people techniques too! I know I'm a sucker for happy endings. Bear with me or go chase your imaginary tail.
So this temporary couch potato did get some exercise. Swimming in the pool and throwing a sponge ball around. It was hard work all right?? Some smart person decided to make the ball sponge-like to absorb water and make the ball heavier each time you throw it without squeezing it first. Ica and my fingers were numb after 15 minutes.
On our 2nd day there, we went up to the theme park and I actually got on almost all the rides. I tried the go-kart and flying coaster for the first time! Don't you snigger at me. I wasn't up for waiting in lines for almost 30 minutes before. It was different this time because Ica made me queue up for games and I got off sitting the solero shot. Phew. Isaac had a blast looking at his crotch whenever a ride took a sudden dive. They had proof - on camera. *smirks*
There was a big group of Middle Eastern looking men in the park too and when they looked at Ica, they were staring at her so hard as if expecting her to pull out a hijab and cover herself up. If you don't know, Ica has a mixed parentage and looks more Middle Eastern than German. Hence, the intense staring. I'm not being racist!! Wipe that disgusting thought out of your head. It was funny at that time for the both of us..
Ica: *whispers* Hey, look. They're staring at me.
Yours truly: They're waiting for you to pull out your head scarf. Any minute now Ica..
*Ica and yours truly bursts out laughing*
After that, a little obligatory window shopping which knocked out Ica's notion that things are always cheap in Malaysia. Yeah. Right. Then we headed back to the apartment and planned for some damage the next day. But yours truly spent the whole day in bed! Which was fantastic! Because it lasted until 5pm and Ica dragged my arse out to the pool again. *yawn*
There was an "Oh shit!" moment in the pool when the ball landed near the edge of the pool and literally sprayed chlorine [and other unknown substance] water all over an old man sitting on a chair watching his grandkids play. He smiled and almost laughed because suddenly Ica, Isaac and I were the see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil monkeys. Priceless indeed.
So fastforwarding here, if you can keep up, we spent Saturday and Sunday at Klang and KL. 6th June 2009 was a night to remember and it was made great by all these great folks - Azril, Sue, Saral, Ica, Mae, Teng, Val, Jill, Mag, Kak Bard, and yours truly. There was of course the hottie - Farshad, the cool new-found people - Baizura, Yoghini, Hamid and the funny - Eddie. There were a few others from Azril's work place and though we did not meet, they made the night sweeter. There was also the trio who proved to Mae that there are people out there who don't give a rat's arse about physical attributes only.
Needless to say, the girls were all babes that night and the guys were all hunks. It was made even more memorable by dear Saral. I positively love you know babe and you rock! I shall never forget to invite you for any function as you made my night.
As for my beloved Mae, NOW WHO DARE SAYS SHE ISN'T HOT?? It was definitely the prettiest night of her entire life [as quoted by her] and the life-changing event too. Now do you believe me? I want a black coloured bridesmaid dress or I will NOT attend her wedding. Deal with it.
Jill was effing hot that night and guys were practically drooling just to dance with her. And that oh-so-chic! dress. White is definitely so her. And I mean it more than the dress. *winks* Val had an extreme make over [planned by Jill and yours truly from head to toe] and look who brought Cinderella out. That thick black wavy hair [thank you Azril], short dress, and killer boots [thank you Carol] accentuate this lady's sexy legs and it's too bad that nurses can't wear the nurse outfit/skirt anymore. I know which hospital would get regular come back patients.
Sadly, Sue wasn't so much on the dance floor as she was on some hottie's lips. But let's give her some privacy and lament about her! As usual, she was the odd, striking one out with that hot pink dress and great highlights. Azril was awesome as usual and I loved the outfit although his blue eyes almost went unnoticed. Unaccentuated. Enjoyed watching him camwhore though.
Teng was of course being picked up and flirted with a couple of guys. She has this random openness that'll scare any mama looking for a suitable, quiet wife for her beloved son. That was absolutely cute and enjoyable to watch as she gets caught with a guy for more than 15 minutes and she wants to shake him off but can't. Then Jill, as if on instinct, comes and saves the day! *claps* Happy ending for all. Except the him's.
Mag and Kak Bard were extremely generous and we are definitely looking forward to crashing your place again soon.
Mag: Eh, can you pick something that has very little alcohol in it?
*passes a liquor menu*
Yours truly: *looks at Mag* Er.. Yeah. *points at margarita to the waiter*
So come Tuesday, I went down to PJ to spend a night at Aunt Gab's place and sit in one of Mae's class. Unfortunately, I got caught in a jam. Unfortunately, I forgot we were talking about public transportation in KL. Unfortunately, I missed Mae's class and arrived 45 minutes before it ended but the class ended already! Bugger. I did have an enjoyable lunch at Vivo [the pasta is to die for! though the portion is small] and Mae and I did some bitch shopping - trying things on and deciding we don't want it. We had tea at Subway and God, I love Subway. Why aren't they opening a branch in Seremban?
At night, Aunt Gab brought us to Alexis to have dessert. I really thought I went to cake heaven. The pavlova was absolutely incredible and the tiramisu is THE BEST I've ever tasted in my entire life to date! It was also an out-of-this-world experience when the bill came for the 3 of us. The menu sounded fantastic and I would love to go back there with a special someone. *HINT HINT*
So the last Saturday came and I spent a night at 2nd Aunt's place in Kepong so that I could go for Merve's farewell/birthday party. It was awkward as I was the only one from AFS there besides William from France who's in the Kuantan chapter. He had his group of friends and I decided to find mine. I ended up with this girl who is weird as weird can be! She was sweet but weird. Seriously.. I'm not going to judge her but if I have the chance to chat with her again, I'll see if my first impression was right. Right now, I'll believe that it isn't.
Sunday was like a living flashback. 2nd Aunt's AOG church reminded me so much of my church [tone of possession not implied] in Chambersburg! When we were going through praise and worship, I started tearing and tried really hard not to cry. It was an effort but thank God [ironic..] I was ok. And maybe I should add, I didn't smear my mascara. I know. Another WTF moment for you. I got into the praising and singing with the awesome band of FCC AOG church. Youngsters who play like the likes of Hillsong and Muse combined. Amen brothers.
The ride back to Seremban on the KTM was tolerable but what effed it all up was the IMPATIENT, SELFISH, DIMWITTED passengers who wanted to board the KTM at the Seremban station. For the love of all things good on Earth, CAN'T YOU LET PASSENGERS GET OFF THE TRAIN FIRST??? Seriously. We're talking about a pack of supposedly civilized people trying to barge into the KTM like water trying to gush out of one small hole. EFFING RETARDED. Luckily I had something to drink and cool myself down before I started getting nasty with all the effed up people in the world. BLAH.
Despite that really messed up incident, I really really really have an issue with time. I didn't want that 2 weeks to end. It was awesome, fantastic, out of this world, amazing, etc.. You get the picture. Now it's back to books, exams, studying, and books. Did I mention studying? Nyargh!
Ah, Ugly Betty's on. Time to run. This episode promises a make over for Betty. Finally something interesting!
Note: Gossip Girl is addictive! I'm looking forward to Season 2.
You know you love me. XO XO.
Tuesday 2 June 2009
Screws.
I'm sure all of us at one point in time would have messed things up. The time to meet somebody, food preparation, relationships, and so on and so forth. Do you think about it at the end of the day? Ponder and replay the scene over and over again and try to figure out how you could have done it better?
I DON'T TAKE SCREW UPS! I MAKE THEM!
No. No. NO! It's not a good thing here to screw things up.
Next!
The Negeri Sembilan Chapter (AFS) is getting 4 new exchange students in July 2009! I can't wait to meet them - 2 girls and 2 boys. There's an American girl, a Belgian girl, a German boy and an Italian boy. Oh damn! Deja vu!! I was just talking to Jackie last month about hosting and she said that she'll definitely house a hot Italian guy. Woah..
Well, who wouldn't? *winks* AHEMZ. Nevertheless, I'm excited to meet ALL of them regardless of their nationality, gender or hotness.
Blah.. It's been crap lately. I can't do things right, I'm so sleepy by 11pm, and whatever that's on this post is typed with the utmost lack of sense and purpose.
I'll be driving up to Genting Highlands tomorrow! It'll be exciting. To some degree.. I guess.
I need to get some brown cotton pants - Aladdin style. I miss Disney cartoons. I never got to watch ALL of them. But oh no. Now that I'm 18 going on 19 I'm supposed to be watching movies that make sense like Freedom Fighters, Congo, and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Of course I love those movies!! But I also want to watch The Ice Princess, The Rescuers and all them other cartoons that I missed out on while I was busy growing up.
Oh, I disliked superheroes' movies back then. I'm not sure why.. I wasn't into girly stuff so I'm not sure why the obsession with fictional hero characters in cartoon forms didn't kick in.. I definitely didn't like Superman. The whole underwear on the outside thing, I mean, come on! Didn't his mom taught him that the whole point of wearing an underwear is to wear it UNDER your garments? I know I'm not the first to jab at this fashion statement of S-man's. So you say I'm unoriginal. So I say eff off.
YARGH!! Maybe I'll figure out something more interesting to post up tomorrow. It'll be interesting. I suppose..
Oh what the heck. Since we're here [and some might probably say that I wanna broadcast this to the whole world cos I'm an attention whore eff you!!], I HATE rashes. Especially the sorts that you get at the back of your knees or above your elbows AND at your neck. This freaking rash of mine has been persistent for almost a month! I mean.. DOGGONEIT!
*yawns* Well, time to hit the sacks. Movie marathon for this week!
Ica: Wait, what is this?
Yours truly: Night at the Muse.. I dunno.
Isaac: Eh, it's like Terminator.
Yours truly: *frowns* I bought Night at the Museum. I think..
Ica: It's Terminator oh?
Yours truly: *checks tickets* Ermm.. Ye..ah. I bought the movie with the earliest time.
Isaac: Yay! Terminator!
Yours truly: *mumbles* Shit.
I DON'T TAKE SCREW UPS! I MAKE THEM!
No. No. NO! It's not a good thing here to screw things up.
Next!
The Negeri Sembilan Chapter (AFS) is getting 4 new exchange students in July 2009! I can't wait to meet them - 2 girls and 2 boys. There's an American girl, a Belgian girl, a German boy and an Italian boy. Oh damn! Deja vu!! I was just talking to Jackie last month about hosting and she said that she'll definitely house a hot Italian guy. Woah..
Well, who wouldn't? *winks* AHEMZ. Nevertheless, I'm excited to meet ALL of them regardless of their nationality, gender or hotness.
Blah.. It's been crap lately. I can't do things right, I'm so sleepy by 11pm, and whatever that's on this post is typed with the utmost lack of sense and purpose.
I'll be driving up to Genting Highlands tomorrow! It'll be exciting. To some degree.. I guess.
I need to get some brown cotton pants - Aladdin style. I miss Disney cartoons. I never got to watch ALL of them. But oh no. Now that I'm 18 going on 19 I'm supposed to be watching movies that make sense like Freedom Fighters, Congo, and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Of course I love those movies!! But I also want to watch The Ice Princess, The Rescuers and all them other cartoons that I missed out on while I was busy growing up.
Oh, I disliked superheroes' movies back then. I'm not sure why.. I wasn't into girly stuff so I'm not sure why the obsession with fictional hero characters in cartoon forms didn't kick in.. I definitely didn't like Superman. The whole underwear on the outside thing, I mean, come on! Didn't his mom taught him that the whole point of wearing an underwear is to wear it UNDER your garments? I know I'm not the first to jab at this fashion statement of S-man's. So you say I'm unoriginal. So I say eff off.
YARGH!! Maybe I'll figure out something more interesting to post up tomorrow. It'll be interesting. I suppose..
Oh what the heck. Since we're here [and some might probably say that I wanna broadcast this to the whole world cos I'm an attention whore eff you!!], I HATE rashes. Especially the sorts that you get at the back of your knees or above your elbows AND at your neck. This freaking rash of mine has been persistent for almost a month! I mean.. DOGGONEIT!
*yawns* Well, time to hit the sacks. Movie marathon for this week!
Ica: Wait, what is this?
Yours truly: Night at the Muse.. I dunno.
Isaac: Eh, it's like Terminator.
Yours truly: *frowns* I bought Night at the Museum. I think..
Ica: It's Terminator oh?
Yours truly: *checks tickets* Ermm.. Ye..ah. I bought the movie with the earliest time.
Isaac: Yay! Terminator!
Yours truly: *mumbles* Shit.
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