Another recruitment into the club.

WENG YEW IS

TURNING 20!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WENG YEW!

[you're such a slack...don't think i forgot about the episode where you switched the vodka for water...bloody actor...I'M ON TO YOU!!]

Something is damn wrong.

The most incredible thing happened today, that if i don't write about it now, i fear i shall forget about it and forever assume that it was a mere fantasy conjured by my already taxed brain.

telefon berbunyi ringringring...

Me: Hello.

Pa: Hi girl! How are you..how was exams?

*..boring examinations talk ensues..blabla..yea it was not bad...blabla..yeala won't fail la..*

Pa: Ok la then I won't disturb you anymore.
Pa: Do you want me to buy anything for you?
Pa: I ask mummy to bring it over to you.

Me: *momentarily shocked into silence*..huh..WHAT?

Pa: What do you want me to buy for you?

Me: Err..errr..*internal monologue: shit..what to say? aiyoh..why la he ask me such a question when i cannot think about anything?????*
Me: Err..err..no need la..i cannot think of anything now...*WTF? YOU CANNOT THINK? YOU'RE A THINKER, DAMN IT! BLOODY THINK NOW OR I'LL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT!!*

Pa: Sure anot...just tell me what you want, i buy for you.

Me: Err..*feigns weak laughter*...no need la.

Pa: Okok...when you come back only we talk about it.

-end-

yes...

WHAT...THE...FUCK HELL...???

never in my 19 20 years have i come across a similar conversation between me and my dad. it was always "RROOOAAARRR NOOO this" and "RROOOAAARRR NOOOO that".

this is something that i've ALWAYS dreamed about, ever since i was a kid. i DREAMED about a conversation like this happening...and i'd DREAM up a list of things that i wanted, a list i'd readily pop up to him when the opportune moment arrives...

but now, when put on the spot...my damned brain can't even process a simple "I want money to buy a black dress"..

I'm A FAILURE!!!

*throws hands up and cries*

[disclaimer: this in NO WAY condones misconstrued perceptions that i'm a spoilt only-child. this has NEVER happened before]

Sage advice

Since WaiKing, CheeHung and myself are possibly the only people left waiting for exams, i've taken the liberty to come up with several key ingredients (or lack of) that may make or break one's psyche during the examination period.

1. Eat Healthily.



Always make sure that you have enough essential nutrients that your body needs, especially iron. Seafood is a high source of iron. Iron toughens your mental resolve and helps make you not want to breakdown when you forget where you placed your notes.

2. Drink lots of fluids.



It is important to replenish the loss by having a regular intake of fluids because your body may experience a higher rate of loss than it would under normal circumstances. This may be due to spending extended hours in the library or sweating excessively when encountering a particularly challenging math problem.

3. Maintain a high level of carbohydrates.



Ice-cream is a good source of carbohydrates. Carbohydrates is a good source of energy. Energy comes in handy when you're going for the last-4-hours-cram-before-exams.

4. Keep a textbook around.



Quite self-explanatory. Exceptionally handy when you get sudden urges and cravings to read up that particular chapter about oceanic deep-water circulation.

5. Have attitude.



A devil-may-care attitude helps create a certain aura which may or may not garner respect and awe from your fellow coursemates. Answer their questions of "Have you studied chapters 1 to 35847359273854 yet?" with a smirk/sneer and "Say WHAT?". It may not get you that HD you crave for...but it will lessen the tension at the very least.


Exams?? Pffftt...follow these five steps and you'll be breezing through the ordeal and sipping a dry martini with an olive balanced delicately on the rim of the glass in no time.

Ballet shoes and crocodiles.

Last night i dreamt of you. We were at your house together with a whole bunch of other people who were dear to me. But the central character was you.



We went upstairs and you showed me your ballet shoes.

I remember how you used to love watching me
put on my stockings and tie my hair up in a chignon,
preparing myself for my ballet class.
You would come together with me into the car
and your grandfather would drive us to the dance centre.

This time around, you proudly handed your ballet shoes to me. They were beautiful, soft pink and made of the best satin. The ribbons were of the perfect length.

You handed your shoes over to me and told me try them on. I did and it fitted perfectly. Then you told me, I'm finally able to take ballet lessons now, as i was tying up the ribbons. I cried when I heard you say that. You dried my tears and told me to teach you some of the positions. I told you I couldn't remember and you said,

Of course you do.

Wearing your shoes, I went from first position into pointe; standing on the very tip of my toes. You stared at me wide-eyed and started clapping when i completed my pirouette. Then you said, I will be able to do that soon, as i started untying the ribbons and handed your shoes back to you.



We went back downstairs where everyone else was gathered. Without a moment's notice, everyone jumped on top of the chairs, making sure that they're body was entirely within the confines of the chairs. I looked around astonished and you told me to hurry up on to a cushion or else the crocodile would get me.

It was then that I realised what was going on. We were playing a game that we always used to play when we were kids. We were the prey on chairs while the crocodile lurked at the bottom of the swamp waiting to catch anyone of us who slipped up. What ensued was screaming, squeals, laughter, yells and frantic gestures at each other whenever the crocodile approached.



When the game ended, we were all hot and sweaty and you said you've never been able to play as wantonly and carefree as you did today.

I remember how everytime we played the game
you'd have to sit and rest after a few rounds.
You would always be sitting at the top of the stairs
watching me and your sisters and cousins tear around on the chairs.
You would always be cheering the crocodile on.

We laughed along with each other and I told you that I was glad you were finally able to experience the game to the fullest.

You said Thank You and then the crocodile walked up to me and you were gone.

The dream was very vivid. 4 hours later and the images and scenes are still playing itself in my mind. You may not know this, but your death made a huge impact on my life. It's been nigh on 2 years and still I cannot bring myself to terms with it. But maybe things will be a little different now. You are doing ballet and you can play. Maybe I should be happy.

Logic needed.

It's 3:25 a.m. on a chilly Monday morning and she's lounging full-length on the couch, staring into the television.
The television is flashing frames of yellow, black and men running after a silver ball.
The stairs creak and she hears someone descending into the lower portion of the house.
Footsteps ring out in the stillness of the wee hours of morn.
A figure emerges at the doorway from the corner of her eyes and she turns towards it.

"Why are you not asleep yet?"
"I'm standing in for Batman...he's watching Brazil trash Australia in the World Cup."

Why ask the questions when the answers are blatantly obvious?

. . .

I've been ever so productive this time around though. It's only been a little over 1 week that the matches have started and already i've won myself a cup of hot chocolate, a trip to Passionflower and dinner+drinks which i WILL claim when i return home.

At the beginning, i put it down to beginner's luck (i know, i've been brain-washed by The Alchemist) because i've never really been much of a gambler...teehee...and so when i won my first bet, i credited it to being beginner's luck. but when i placed bets on Brazil the other night...i began to have my doubts.

The situation was this:
1. i can hardly be considered a beginner anymore, seeing that i've won my first bet. you can say, i've been broken in.
2. the Brazillian team was DEFINITELY not the 'beginner' of the match...if anything it would've been Australia...so the universe would've sided with them... if the Alchemist theory held true.
3. the person whom i was betting with would've gotten the nod from the universe because she was the bigger 'beginner' than me.

So..throughout the game, i was chewing my fingernails...damned Brazillians didn't score during the first half and i was about to throw in the towel. lo-and-behold...WHAM. first goal. then WHAM. second goal. i guess the Universe was still on my side.

Which brings me now to another question.

Do i debunk the theory that was propounded by The Alchemist? Do i continue with, what is obviously, a lucky streak that i have in hopes that the universe messed up and still thinks that i'm a beginner?

ooh..doubts doubts.

BUT the biggest question now is this:

Do I fall back upon my kind, sweet and considerate nature and just suggest that we go to Murni's or do I utilise whatever power that has been invested in me by the Universe and go all out by choosing Tamarind Springs?

To sympathise with the fact that we are, after all, poor students alike or to turn a blind eye and hope that you'd made enough money throughout the World Cup season to cover the expenses?

ooh..decisions decisions.

Don't you just love winning? i know i damn well do.

Dear Sydney University,

FOR GASTROPODS' SAKES PLEASE KEEP UP WITH THE REST OF THE AUSTRALIAN UNIVERSITIES!!!

. . . . . . .aahhh...with the obligatory pre-examination rant, i give you my schedule for this semester.. which i will be crossing off with delight after each one is done.

20th - Invertebrate Zoology Practical Examination - 11:30

21st - Invertebrate Zoology Theory Examination - 12:00

26th - Global Oceans (Introductory) - 9:00

30th - Geology: Volcanic Hazards and Solutions - 9:20

yes...i know...wtf right? HongYin has already finished her exams and will be touring Melbourne on the 26th while i'm still stuck with exams. There is no justice in this world.

on a lighter note:

• I shall be watching Coldplay LIVE on the 26th...yes...i know...wtf again right?? icantwaitICANTWAITICANTWAIT!!!!
  
• Mother and Karen will be arriving on 30th June and 1st July respectively...*glee*
• HongYin arriving on 13th July and staying FOR 5 DAYS! cue: drunkenUNSWorgiesparties.
  
• DeathCabForCutie LIVE on 16th July...OH YEA!
  

ah...well...surviving the dastardly exams will most certainly pay off this Winter Break.

p.s. actually, i'm very happy that the darned exams are here...i mean..gosh, FINALLY.

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CROSSED OFF AT 3:01 p.m.
CROSSED OFF AT 10:15 p.m.
CROSSED OFF AT 10.35 p.m.

You know you've been studying too much...

...when:

You bite into your prawn tempura and analization skills kick in.


Sweetest internal anatomy of a generalised malacostracan you'll ever set your eyes upon.

ventral nerve cord; dorsal circulatory system;
body covered in chitinous exoskeleton;
head protected by carapace;
pleopods used for swimming;
uropod used for maneoveuring;

oh shit...i bit off the uropod.

Overdued photos.

In lieu of recent events, i have decided that drinking TOO much alcohol IS detrimental to your health and also to the state of your mental well-being and pride. Hence i shall take the advice of a friend...who, for the past few weeks have been pounding the propaganda "STOP DRINKING!" into my consciousness. i shall..STOP DRINKING!

Just a few pictures...i've got no content to contribute whatsoever.

Harry's Pies, Woolloomooloo.





Lindt Cafe, Martin Place.





someone called me a dumb woman long long time ago because i forgot to bring a camera into the changing room. well, i've taken your advice to heart...hence..


I wish i had AUD 229.95 to spare.

hah...yes, Waiking..the moment you left i ran up back to Myer and tried on those dresses..my mother would be so proud.

sheer luck?

WaiKing is devastated. I'm bemused. Australia is going crazy. They're ecstatic.

So yea...the World Cup has begun...i must say that this year i've been a bit slack over the games, the players, the countries, the times, the Opening Ceremony. i didn't know nuts about it. i recall asking a friend whether David Beckham was playing for England this year...yes. laugh. that's how bad i am.

Anyway, since Malaysia has yet again failed to qualify for the World Cup, and in my very honest opinion, never will again, i'm left with no choice but to root for the Socceroos. Ok, maybe i shouldn't say root...WaiKing might not speak to me. but considering that i'm currently based in Sydney, i should, at the very least, cover the games that my host country is playing (and winning) in lar.. gotta have some semblance of gratitude and patriotism even though they're milking every damned ringgit that i've got by not providing me with a concession on transportation fees. idiots.

if you didn't know...they trashed Japan.

3-1

i know not how that happened. hence the suicidal vehement feelings that are possessing WaiKing as we speak..(eh..WK, i'm giving you damn a lot of airtime tonight)...but they did win the game...so we have to at least give them a little credit.

although in my very honest opinion once again, the Socceroos just got lucky. Extremely Lucky.

it's like The Alchemist justified.

anyway, their next game is with Brazil...if my theory is correct, the Socceroos will score yet another win over the Brazillians. it's all down to luck and the Universe siding with them.

Lucky bastards.

Wedding Bells.

This is such old news that i'm thinking twice now of whether i should be posting about it...i mean, it's so outdated that it's terribly embarassing!!! this shows how big a procrastinator that i am. but hell, i'll post it up anyway..how could i NOT? it'd be sacrilegious..it'd be wrong!

so here goes...

Ng Kien Mun, 20-something-but-I'm-pretty-sure-past-25, married, sometime ago in early May.

Was:
1. My self-proclaimed si-fu.
2. Godfather of the CAs in OBS.
3. The culprit behind the throwing-water-int0-the-girls'-dorm affair.
4. Ganged up upon by me, wawa, and angie during the last night in Tai-dee and had 'I SUCK..DICK' written on the forehead with lipstick.
5. The supplier of said lipstick.
6. Playing dirty in football...goes for the girls, not. the. damned. ball.
7. Rampas-ing my RM30 in blackjack during CNY the year before.
8. Rampas-ing another Rm20+ during CNY this year.


Keh-leh-feh, big-papa-head-honcho-of-OB, Mrs Ng, keh-leh-feh.

DAMN IT! i SOOO wanted to go. I WANTED TO GO!!

ARGH!! NOT FAIR!

*Stamps foot on floor*
*Kicks at imaginary football*
*Punches hole into flimsy cardboard walls in room*

damn it, ken. cannot wait until Siew Lan and I come back izzit? Hurh..? HURH?? HURRRHHH?

*sends homing missile to Ken's florist shop*

sigh..

better make sure i get compensated with some form of monetary value by way of an angpow when i get home.

CONGRATS KEN! -not that he'll ever read this anyway...sigh...wasting time oni...

i'm inebriated.

in·e·bri·at·ed
adj.

Exhilarated or stupefied by or as if by alcohol; intoxicated.

i know. i'm the dictionary.com person. and i've always gotta type the address in for you. i'm tired.

i think i'm still in love with you.

just so you know.

for once, i don't want to know what you want me to want. i just want to know what you want.

seriously.

i just want to know what you want.

i just want to know what you think about it all.

i just want to know what you think about this whole thing.

because i've just come to realise that through it all, i've been the one telling; you've been the one listening.

i'm tired of second-guessing.

i don't want to get the short end of the straw; the short end of this whole thing.

you're always telling me to go with what i want. but i'm diplomatic. so what i tell you is what is best. not necessarily what i want.

i just want to know what you want.

just tell me what you want and i'll act accordingly.

just tell me.



....i'msooooogonnafuckmyselftomorrowmorning.

random

And so ends my first semester of my second year as an esteemed student of a highly proclaimed institute of education, Sydney University. albeit rather lacklustrely...but we all can't be choosers, can we?

with the sounding of the all-magical gong (the one which only you can hear) when your lecturer clocks in the last few seconds of your final presentation...all you can do is heave a great sigh of relief, clasp your hands and repeat a silent prayer to MaryMotherofGod. prayers of thanks for making it through the semester without actually failing any assessments. heck, prayers of thanks for maintaining the bar at Credits and beyond.

that's it folks, now all i have to do it wait around for the exams to come and deliver that lasting blow to my ego.

. . .

The impending World Cup; where the race of men is rendered helpless and pathetic infront of the device that we call Television. and then, there are the Live Matches, Reruns, Second-to-second Commentary and finally, WeirdButTrueBehavioursAsSeenDuringWorldCup. i'm talking grown men. crying. but then, heck, i've never been much of a voyeur on the topic that is football. i don't know who Gerrard or Lampard is. i only know David Beckham and that's cos he married a Spice Girl and is alleged to be oh-so-cute. and i know that the only time i ever talk about football is to antagonize their fans. "MU ROCKS" to Arsenal fans...and "ARSENAL KICKS ASS" to MU fans. i like seeing their reaction. they explode. it's funny.

tch.

. . .

global warming. hate to break it to you greenies and left-wing Marxists out there...there is no such thing as global warming. sure, the earth is warming up. sure, the average temperature on our planet has risen by half a degree Celsius. but the effects aren't significant enough to warrant the hysteria that some people have about the environment. don't worry...the penguins are safe.

scientific experiments have shown that glaciers are actually increasing in size. if you must know, the earth is actually entering another ice-age and the only thing stopping it from doing that is the amount of carbon dioxide in the air...which isn't all that significant to begin with. but i shall not bore you with such talk. greenies, think twice before you condemn the fossil fuel industry that is responsible for providing you the quality of life that you're so used to now.

. . .

my life is boring. i actually find pleasure in observing drill cores and discussing about 22 grown men getting all excited over a ball. pathetic.

i meant, me.

Joy 3: The Discovery.

Life's pretty strange sometimes. There are some things that turn up in your life out of the blue... you listen, you give it attention and suddenly you can't get it out of your head. You want to know it, you want to understand it, you want it...and before you know it, it's gone. As quickly as it appeared, it leaves without a trace.

A few weeks down the track, you forget that it'd ever happened. You forget how it sounded like, you forget how you felt about it, you forget it. It's as though it had never happened. Elements like these are effervescent...they come and go as they please.

And then one day, you stumble upon it by accident. At first, the very first hint of a note strikes you as being familiar. You become intrigued and you stay to witness it unfold. As the melody becomes stronger, you're suddenly flooded by memory and emotions. You remember how it was before, you remember every single lilt in the song, you remember how it struck a chord in your heart.

Finally, after all these weeks, you've come to own that little bit that you craved for. You finally know what it is. You've finally gotten it.

And all there is to it is pure joy.

. . .

ackcherly hor...the long-winded-trying-hard-to-be-emo post was just to spice things up a little. all i was trying to say was that there was this one day where i entered HMV (or some CD shop in Broadway..can't remember the name) and there was this song playing. and the moment i heard it i was struck dumb. it was just so...nice. but i didn't know the title to it or the name of the band...wandered up to the counter and skulked around in hopes that they'd reveal the name of the album currently playing but no such luck.

ANYWAY, i got my limewire up and about today (thanks Elaine! but i don't need you anymore.. bwahahahah..OUCH!) and was randomly downloading songs...got some Snow Patrol tunes off...

the WMP changed to Snow Patrol-Chasing Cars...and the rest is history.

or rather...history came flooding back.

nice.

how odd, right?

damn right.

FOR SALE:

One USB Connective Wire for Samsung YP-F1 mp3 player.
Excellent condition.
3 months old.
Price negotiable.

. . .

I lost my Samsung YP-F1 mp3 player.
DOOOOM!! DISASTER!! FAMINE!! WAR!! PESTILENCE!!
*sobs*
and it just turned 3 months old 10 days ago.
and there were so many happy things that i wanted to blog about...but this overrides it all. this black wave has drowned every single happy-bubbly-chirpy-rainbow-puppies-and-butterflies-thought from my mind...all i can think of now is how lost and alone my little player is without me around. and it's winter!! it's gonna be cold!! howhowhow??

tiu...and i just recharged the damned batteries last night.

. . .

ok...maaaybe i'm not that bothered by it. somehow my brain has developed a resistance to such events. it has to. it's called evolution.

ev·o·lu·tion
n.
a continuing process of change from one state or condition to another; usually a gradual development to a more complex or better form.

my brain has evolved a feedback mechanism to dealing with the loss of personal items. whenever it happens, my body releases hormones [only i have] which are picked up as signals by the brain. the brain then sends impulses all over to tell me to chill, it's just a fcuking mp3 player for gawd's sakes STOP BAWLING YOUR EYES OUT! at which i point i stop crying...not that i cried just now.

i can honestly say, the collective monetary value of all the items that i have lost in my whole 20 years will have amounted to RM100 000.00 to this day. Note how i didn't say RM1 000 000.00 or RM 1 000 000 000 000 000.00 because that would be ridiculous and i'm not trying to exaggerate. i'm trying to state a fact here. so yes..i would have lost RM100 000.00 on items alone, money which could have been invested on such better things like, my education for example, or more alcohol/beer at Lowenbrau, or food, or, better yet, backpacking around Europe.

Items which i have lost:

Countless books...i don't even bother keeping track now. [this hurts the most because books are MY LIFE]

2 handphones...one got stolen [technically lost lar!! it's not with me anymore right?] and another one fell into the jamban. the squatting kind. at a shopping centre. in Kajang. no help. NO HELP!

Music CDs...they just seem to walk away. i don't understand. they just DISAPPEAR.

Watches...very popular especially when i was a kid and still in my kicking-a-football-in-the-padang-with-the-boys days...just strip them off, chuck them on the grass and watch them walk away from your life.

Jewellery...defies logic, really.

Wallet...i'm talking about a full wallet with CASH inside. thrice. very painful. especially when you're a kid and that 10 bucks you had could buy you ice-cream. heaps of ice-cream. the nice kind. not 20cent ones.

Cards...IDD call-cards, bus-pass cards, library-print cards. library cards [gotta pay to replace..cb]. All still relatively full with cash.

Samsung YP-F1 mp3 Player...damn it!! DAMN IT!!! HOT DAMN IT!!!!

. . .

ok...reviewing the list now, i think maybe the collective monetary value of items lost is closer to RM 50 000.00 than RM 100 000.00 lar. so i overestimated by 100%. i never said i'm gonna be an accountant [although i hear that an accountant who overestimates is highly-sought by some] or a statistician.

heartpainheartpain.

but i swear...i think i must've lost WAY more items than those stated above. i KNOW my 3rd favourite phrase after "Let's GO!" and "What the hell...?" is "SHIT IT'S GONE!!"...

damndamndamn.

. . .

DAMN FRUSTRATED NOW!
ehehe..no lar. not that 'damn' lar. just a little fedap.
if you're interested in buying the cable, let me know.
i offer you good price.