Kay-enn-enn-see-see-bee-double-yoo-tea-eff.

This was what my Pa said to me last week:

"I notice your blog got more and more foul words huh."
"It's not nice for a girl to use such language."
"Other people read, then how?"

My first impulse was to laugh.
My second impulse was to clamour to my defence.

"I where got use foul words in my blog? All abbreviated ok?"
"Don't think I DONNO what double-yoo-tea-eff means...think I stupid ar?"
"Nono...you not stupid."

Finally, my brain kicked in.

Yes...i realise there's much more double-yoo-tea-effs floating about in my texts these days compared to when i first started. and yes, it's very unbecoming for a nice young lady (like me) to be using such filthy language. what would Austen have said? it's like feminism gone wrong.

*shakes head*

so, from this post onwards, i declare my site a Swear-Free Zone.

No swearing, please.

or else my Pa will come and get you.

The Best Ever.

I'll keep my mouth shut from under lock and key
That's rusted firm, no lie
'Cause all these conversations wind on and on.

It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes
But you're so far sighted that you can't place trust
In what or who you recognise.

You were so condescending
And this is all that's left
The empty bottles, spent cigarettes.

Oh, instincts are misleading
You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you what you know you should want.

You keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown askew
Red wine and cigarettes
Hide your bad habits underneath the patio.

With your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement
A movie script ending.

I think that it's brainless to assume that making changes
To your window's view
Will give a new perspective
The hardest part is yet to come.

Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn to climb again.

Suffered a swift defeat
I'll endure countless repeats
The gift of memory is an awful curse
But I won't mind.

My brain's repeating
"If you've got an impulse let it out"
But they never make it past my mouth

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half-empty or half-full
It slowly rises
Your love is gonna drown.

Yesyes.

only 3 days in to the new semester and my eyes have developed an amazing specimen of what's commonly known as 'EyeBags'. i must say, i'm pretty proud of myself. this is a new personal high. the timetable's not looking too good though...i have 20 hours this semester compared to my 13 hours last semester. BAH! that's almost an increase of hours equivalent to a normal Commerce semester.

Hah.

Haha.

Get it?

7 hours. that's the number of contact hours a Commerce student gets in a semester.

Bah.

anyway, just a short update on what's been happening in my life. i've had a lot of enquiries on the state of my being, most popular being the question of whether i'm still alive. yes, i'm still well and kicking...it's just that the holidays are, as always, too short and it damn well moves too fast. there was the Death Cab concert which was absolutely orgasmic (although i don't have any photos from that day because it's all STILL in wk's computer), there was WK's birthday celebrated in Shalom and there was a 1 week sabatical in good ol' Orange.

so here's some pictures to drown you in. or rather, i'm gonna drown you with pictures of cupcakes.

that's what i did when i was in Orange.

bake cupcakes.

you see, i realised, every girl NEEDS at least some semblance of domestic-ity (??) in her no matter how small or vague that semblance may be. hence i've decided that cupcakes will be my calling. after all, i'm fast approaching my use-by date. it's about time i added something to my personal resume to make me more...ahh...enticing..?

hmm...








i must say, they're quite impressive, no? what do you reckon? should i start my own branch of Wondermilk (or whatever that cupcake place is called..)..? would there be buyers? how much do you think some rich pretentious Datin from Bangsar/Hartamas would be willing to pay for one?

questions questions.

ok...cupcake overload? no fear.



i give you Teo Hong Yin. if you squint a little bit more at the picture, you might make out tiny little me...that's wk's full length wardrobe-mirror. lucky bugger. it still boggles me that a guy should need a full-length mirror*.



and of course, more photos of us doing what we do best.

lastly, i give you my littlest nephew. yes, 16 months and he's already slapping his older brother and kicking his auntie in frustration. good news though, he's moved on from beer to what i believe is Gatorade.



oh well, isotonic drinks are good for the bones. but don't quote me on that, seeing that i'm not a medical science student...who, incidentally are doing about 22 hours a week. which means they've only 2 more hours than a marine science student.

which brings to mind...

hmmm...

*note: all Shalom rooms come with personal full-length-mirrored-wardrobe. this puts it with 27529473574820 points in the I WANT race.

WELCOME!! [idiot get OFF THE PHONE!]

I learnt a lot about Waiking during his now-6-months stint in Sydney.

I found out that he's a car lover...he loves his Satria..but not as much as this.



I found out that he loves his women...but not as much as this.



I found out that he loves his food...but not as much as this damned thing.



I found out that he hates drinking.



Yes...Example through leadership.

HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY WAIKING!

you're talking on the phone now for the past hour, bastard. thanks for letting us stay over.

HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY!!!

Too fast...

when i was younger, i used to read a lot of stories from LJ Smith, especially her NightWorld series. NightWorld was exclusively about a secret society of vampires and witches. But i was more interested in the vampires. They were hot, desirable, sexy, powerful, and most of all, they never grew old. they were always between the age of 17 to 21. perfect.

the male vampires were fantastically good-looking and they had fantastical names like Ash, Julian or Quinn. if possible, i want my boyfriend to be called Ash, Julian or Quinn. the female vampires were gorgeous femme fatales and they too had fantastical names like Rowan, Kestral or Thistle. everyone of them moved with supernatural grace and was surrounded by an aura of mystery that was impenetrable.

i wanted to be a vampire, to live in their exclusive world, to be embroiled in their sweet romances, to never grow old.

and then..i forgot about them.

until a few days ago, when it dawned upon me that i'm fast approaching my 21st year.

someone quick turn me into a vampire PLEASE!

Visitor from home...!

I've just realised the true cause of my being unable to upload photos...it was the darned LimeWire. I realise I've still got a long way to go before I master these things called Computer and Internet.

OhOhOh!

Karen Siah E-Ling was in town from 1-12 July! There was plenty of good food to be eaten, plenty of interesting places to see, and of course plenty of fun to be had! I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.


A pseudo-Italian restaurant, a ferry-ride to Manly, ice-cold water, a hike, a glimpse of a suspicious-looking page from a magazine, four pots of molten chocolate.




Beer, pork, remembering interesting characters, recounting sporting glories, ESL presentations, pancakes, a South-American navy ship, a great looking sailor.






Geeky Korean boys, a little mountain town, an English cottage, pink room with lace curtains, hot chocolate on a cold windy day.






Swaying on the 3 sisters bridge, an irritated and cold dog, clearing the Giant Stairways, laughing through Dardanelle's Pass, rejoicing at the end, beautiful sunset, silver moon.




MushroomsBaconEggs&Tomatoes, a pair of red&green parakeets, mini-lunch by the Pool of Siloam, angry winds, Orange&Mango juice coupled with raisin buns, Leura Cascades.




Falling in love with the enchanted Leura Forest, running down endless iron-wrought stairs, the Fern Bower, Marguerite and Linda Falls, Dardanelle's Pass revisited, a near-7-hour trek, wheezing up Furber's Steps.

Loving every minute of it.

Thanks for coming over, Ren-ren! Your presence made my winter holidays all the more enjoyable! And without you, hiking in the Blue Mountains (undoubtedly the BEST part of all) wouldn't have been possible...I'll see you soon!

Quickie

Since my mom arrived from Malaysia, I've been sleeping on the floor. On a mattress with a 5cm width. For the last 12 nights. At the beginning, my back hurt. It doesn't hurt anymore.

My back has evolved into SuperBack!

Ok..enough bullshit. I can explain for the lack of updates; Karen's been in town since the 1st of July and she's just left Sydney for home...(oh pan mee, Luna Bar and my Kelisa)..we were having so much fun that i totally forgot about blogging.

Except the mandatory birthday post.

And tonight, photobucket's being a bitch, hence i can't show you all the pretty pretty pictures.

Ah...i'm sleeping.

DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE on SUNDAY!

*I love ripping off 8tv.*

Once upon a time in Kajang

Dear readers, gather around please. Switch off that mobile phone. Close all your MSN chat windows. Turn off that iPod. I'm about to tell you a story. A story that involves treachery, betrayal, anguish, and ultimately the triumph of love. This is a story about how I met Miss Elaine Yap Yee Leng.

Everyone's familiar with the whole love-at-first-sight scenario. But our relationship was more special...it was instant-hate-at-first-sight and you know anything that results from such beginnings can only be destined for greater things.



On foresight, Miss Yap seemed innocent enough. Examine her symmetrically-parted hair; her fail-proof glasses; her crisp, starched and ironed blue uniform; everything about her screams sugar, spice and all things nice. However, deep beneath that seemingly angelic facade lurks a personality more disturbing than a freshly opened jar of strawberry jam with a long, thick and greasy strand of curly hair embedded in it.

Disturbing.

The first cracks in her carefully planned charade began to show when she started stealing nondescript little items from me. Like my sunnies.



And my Moet & Chandon champagne cork. I mean, WTF?



Being not of petty nature, I let the incidences go, telling myself that it's just one of her peculiarities. However, her peculiarities began to graduate towards greater 'items'.

She started stealing my friends.



As if that wasn't enough...she started stealing my parents away from me due to the convenience that I wasn't in the country anymore. A ridge began forming between my parents and myself because they said that I wasn't thoughtful enough. Their argument was that,

"Elaine sent both Mummy and Pa 'Happy Mother's Day' and 'Happy Father's Day' greetings via sms but you didn't even give a squeak!"



Very very sinister.

And when she's not after my objects or the people around me, she's trying to steal my limelight.



Miss Yap is what I would call a camwhore queen and an exceptionally high-standard-ed poser. Look at her stoner faces, her LC faces, her I-am-a-pure-blank-white-canvas faces. Knowing that I could never reach such great heights as her, she resolves to rub it into my face at every given opportunity.

Not content with causing damage to my being, she threatens to wreck havoc onto society as well.



Thanks to her, my circle of friends and I are now fledging alcoholics. And because of her, we are also shisha addicts. And trust me, anyone who is capable of doing the kawaii-two-fingered-oh-i'm-so-CUTE sign whilst behind the wheel of a Perodua Kelisa driving at 100km/h is someone you've gotta beware of. Watch out for BGJ 8116, you've been warned.

But for all her eccentricities, I have to admit that I love LOVE LOVE Miss Elaine Yap Yee Leng. I love her because she was the first face I saw the moment I stepped out onto the arrival hall at KLIA. I love her because she's willing to go on spontaneous shopping sprees with me. I love her because she can always be counted upon when I want to go out yumcha. I love her because she's my jogging partner. I love her because she makes fabulous pizza. I love her because she downloads Bleach anime for me. And I absolutely love her because she drives an X-Trail (technically owned by Mr. Yap).



That is why I'm taking this opportunity to wish her a

HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY!

And because tradition decrees it, I HAVE to put up an embarassing photo. It's written in the Great Book of Nature's Law by Charles Darwin and Isaac Newton. I can't argue with Darwin or Newton because I would just look silly.



Yes, dear readers. Passed out is the new Way Of The Future.

Once again...

HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY, ELAINE!!

damn it woman, I won't be seeing you in KLIA this time around when I return home. SHIT, the X-TRAIL..how?!!?

I LOVE COLDPLAY!

Do you believe in miracles? And if not on the scale of miraculous, have you ever believed that you were living in a dream? When you're faced with something so mind-blowing that you just have to reach out and give yourself that significant pinch-on-the-arm? And when you feel the pain inflicted upon yourself, then and only then do you realise that all's real after all?

Coldplay does that to you. And Coldplay does a little bit more.

I could go on and on about how Coldplay is the best band in the world. How they totally rock my socks. How, if the people who listened to Coldplay could be classified into a certain category, we would be the hippest, most intelligent, talented, down-to-earth, hottest, sexiest, most desirable, trendiest and fun-loving people in the world. But I won't, because that would mean that I'm being bias. And biasness is a trait frowned upon by all fans of Coldplay because we support FairTrade.

Listening to Chris Martin belt out Yellow live will most possibly be the greatest moment in your life. Just being in the crowd, watching people grow wild when the first strains of Speed of Sound can be heard reverberating in the entertainment centre...the feeling is nothing short of intense. I can't even begin to describe the feeling, because it is something to be felt and experienced individually and cannot be retold and conveyed in words.

To put it in short, I Love Coldplay. Always had, always will. If Chris Martin wasn't married to Gwyneth Paltrow and is the father of two children, I'd still be including in my nightly prayers to God that one day I'll be travelling with the band as Chris's girl.

Firstly though, I have to apologise. The photos are crap. They're worse than crap. They are beyond crap. But if I didn't put any pictures up, I'd feel as though I've betrayed the group and myself. Hence the super-low-quality pictures. They were the best I could find. SO SORRY!


Youth Group opened for Coldplay...listening to them was like deja vu and made me reminsce about the time at Manning Bar...yes, they're THAT good.


The start of the concert...I wish I had captured the significant numbers instead..140 holds no special place in my heart.









I have very few regrets in life. OK, maybe I complain a lot sometimes, but when it comes to deep-down-heart-wrenching-regrets, i have very VERY few. However, i had the unfortunate-ness (if I being the owner of this blog means I have the rights to make up words, so be it!) of experiencing such said regrets on that fateful night.

Deep-Down-Heart-Wrenching-Regret #1:
Not having a camera that gave me a zoom power greater than the 4x-zoom that i currently have on my Olympus. And not having an anti-blur camera. In short, not having a Sony Cybershot.

Deep-Down-Heart-Wrenching-Regret #2:
Not buying moshpit tickets and standing/jumping with the crowd = not being able to take up-close shots of Chris and co.

Deep-Down-Heart-Wrenching-Regret #3:
Not getting the signatures of all 4 members.

Deep-Down-Heart-Wrenching-Regret #4:
Not being able to shake Chris Martin's hand and tell him that Yihaur from BB said Hi.