i'm here!

it's been raining every day since i got to sydney. every single day. the nice warm end-of-summer weather is nowhere to be found. i miss everyone so so so much back home; my dad, my friends, my car, my pillow..and yet, this time around, it doesn't hurt as much as it did the last time around. my theory is that the heart steels and coats itself with some sort of numbing salve. and i guess being a veteran of 2 years in Sydney has taught me that 9 months passes awfully quick...sometimes too quick, in fact, for the heart to heal.

anyway, how did i spend my last few days in malaysia, i hear you say?

Why, Chinese New Year, Matrix-style of course.


Yea, i meant Matrix-the-movie..until i realised we were leaning on Matrix-the-car. i'm genius.

OH yeaa..we had so much style oozing out from our pores...it blew our brains out.



So ok, we channeled Mr. Spock.

and OH YEA! a bunch of us attempted to blow up a bottle of coke. you know, that myth about mentos + diet coke = armageddon explosion? well..it..spouted la, that's all i can say. my only defence is that we used coke instead of diet coke..so within my 9 months here, i shall try it again but this time using diet...either by myself, or when i fly down to perth to try it with gene...either way, i'm getting some answers, damn it.

oh..wait, you know what would be a really good myth for the Myth Busters to bust?

Having sex in an elevator.

you know, you've seen it in movies, you've heard urban legends...your receptionist at the office has been boasting about it. but my understanding is that even if you do it in the elevator of the petronas twin towers or kl towers..there is never gonna be enough time to undress, do the deed, withdraw and get the hell out.

man...this is a myth SO WORTHY of The Mythbusters, indeed.

ah well..I MISS YOU GUYS HEAPS!!!

*hugsHUGShugs*

the first 4 days of 9 months is a bit hard to bear.

Last.

So I'm about 90% done with packing and yet there's this feeling that I should be stuffing in so much more mingled with indifference. I know what I need to bring with me yet I don't really know what I ought or ought not to bring. Confusing? My mind's mentally ticking off a list..clothes check, shoes check, carved wooden box from Bali check, hammock check...eh?

Sigh...I've done this so many times I should be quite pro at it. Yet I still feel like I'm at a lost.

Sorry for drowning you in all this emo shit but I think returning back to Sydney this time around has upped in its degree of seriousness. I'm in third year, shit! Not only am I facing my (possible) final year, I've got to decide whether or not to start applying for a PR status. Stress sial because I have no idea how the application process and points systems etc goes even though I've heard HY talk about it since when we were in first year. I never really paid attention to it as I was certain that I'd be returning to Malaysia after I graduate...but after enduring much military-styled onslaught of brainwasherism from my parents, aunties, uncles, father's golf friends, mother's church ladies, doctor who treated my case of food-poisoning and just random people walking along the street I have decided that, yes, maybe I should stay and root myself in Sydney after all. I mean, logically speaking, if EVERYONE's saying it, there's gotta be some truth in it, right?

"Tell your daughter to stay in Sydney and don't come back."
Oh, how I hate thee, verse.

Obviously career-wise, Australia is able to offer a greater variety compared to Malaysia. When people ask me what or where I want to work in if I do choose to come home, all I can think of is Aquaria, Langkawi (which is a really REALLY good idea, actually), or saving the turtles in Terengganu, which frankly I don't mind at all. And then they go on to say..."but the pay not good leh!"

Fuck la, I'm happy with my Kelisa and I don't really care if I'm driving it around till Kingdom comes. It's all about job satisfaction. But I can't really tell that to my elders now, can I?

"Tell your daughter to stay in Sydney and don't come back."
Shut up, la.

You must think that I'm quite stupid to still want to remain here. But frankly, all my friends who I've already forged deep bonds with are here. My family is here. My house is here. My darling little cutesy car is here. Outward Bound is here. The mamak stalls and mango specials are here. Maison and Luna Bar is here. The lifestyle which I've grown accustomed to for the last 20 years will always and only be found here. Until I lose everything and have nothing to come back for, then I shall stay put in wherever and not come back.

"Tell your daughter to stay in Sydney and don't come back."
Yea yea, fuck you too tell your daughter to don't come back too.

ANYWAY.

I can't believe how fast 3 months went by. Thank you so much to everyone who came out to layan me. Thanks for all the memories and the pictures which I've stored in my laptop and which have consumed 1.67 GB of memory..heavy shit. Thanks for all the laughter and jokes and good times and GREAT times. No need to name names la cos you know who you are...to me!

Here goes the final post for this summer...I'll be seeing most of you real soon! Promise. November. Even if I have to float on my back and swim through shark infested waters...I'll get myself home.

HUH!

Ok better get back to packing. I have a sinking feeling that I may already be over the weight limit. Sucks.

p.s. I just realised that I intended to write this post up in a way to express the resignation I have allowed myself to adopt about staying in Sydney and applying for a PR status but then it turned out to be another 'Bang all the people who say that I should stay in Sydney' kinda post. What the hell just happened?

Damn, my rebellious side. You're good.

Happy Chinese New Year!

Let me tell you a hilarious story.

Once upon a time there was a girl pursuing her tertiary education in sunny Sydney, Australia. After completing her second year of studies, she returned home for the summer holidays. Her whole three months was filled with fun and laughter and the occasional alcohol-infused nights but overall, it was good. However at the back of her mind she KNEW that she was destined to leave for sunny Sydney, Australia once more...her third year term starts on the 26th day of February and she reckoned that it'd be better if she returned a few days earlier to sort all her formal things out.

So she booked her return ticket for the 22nd day of February.

2 weeks before she was due back in sunny Sydney, Australia...a comrade from her university informed her that term only begins on the 5th day of March.

Doom. Catastrophe. Disaster.

She rushed on to the university website and there it was, glaring at her, mocking at her even...

Semester Dates:
Lectures begin: 5 March 2007.

Doom. Catastrophe. Disaster.

Hahahanghackafalskfnwegasfakjsdnak*chokes on own blood*

I think I shall now proceed to bang my head against the wall. kthx.

Instructor gone wild.

It took 16 days but the burn mark is gradually beginning to disappear. I thought it would stay forever but apparently it chose to fade away. I really should learn.

ANYWAY.

If you were wondering how my Valentine's Day went...well...I didn't get flowers or chocolates or a candlelit dinner but I DID spend it with a whole bunch of single people...and it was nothing short of THE BOMB. And I swear it wasn't rigged to be a Singles'-Night-Out..we would never discriminate between status-es...it just happened.


Girls kiss better anyways.


OKOK...buat muka tak pernah jumpa orang Penang.




I'll just say this though..Luna Bar is a rip-off. It's LOVELY I agree and it most definitely has the best ambience, atmosphere, scene whatever...but rm380 for a 750ml bottle of Absolut Citron? Cut-throat. Oh Langkawi, how I miss thee.

Then it was Maison's for the very last time. Needless to say, it was another great night. Someone scored. WHOOO.


Hell yea, girls kiss better.





Ok la Eugene, although you didn't technically score (drat that Loe), but me and Nikki loves you too. And I just realised what your t-shirt read. Before this I thought it was just another Wanted Poster ala The WildWildWest style. Nice. I mean, Naughty. I mean..oh heck.

And I know how 3 out of the 4 Maison photos has me holding on to a drink. Stop making assumptions. It's not like how you think it is. Bah.

I have 6 more days. It's quite depressing, really.

I will melt your heart.

Heat getting to me.

These few days have been so hot that I've resorted to putting the laptop on the marble floor and just lying on my tummy to type. I feel like an icicle..but then if i were one..i'd have long melted into a pool of slush..yum.

. . .

i know that what i am about to mention will be akin to blasphemy, but heck i'm gonna say it anyway.

ALCOHOL IS THE BANE OF HUMANITY.
well said, Bryant.

why can't everyone just be a quiet emo drunk like me? it would be so much better if everyone got drunk, threw up, passed out, regained consciousness and just sat quietly and stoned (in that order) for the rest of the night. why grow that third ball?

don't grow that third ball!

guys, you've already got two..be contented. be satisfied. use what's rightfully given to you by GOD. don't grow a third one. it's against the law of Nature.

girls, bad idea. really really REALLY bad idea.

is there something you really want to tell someone but you've only got the guts to do so after you've knocked back half a bottle of chivas? hint: don't do it! remember, drunkeness is only a temporary state, sobriety lasts longer. you'll most definitely wake up the next morning going 'OH CRAP what did i say..??? nghnghnghanw'gaprnasldjvkwnvopwignveo!!!' *cries*

if you can't tell it to the person when you're sober, you're all the more unqualified to tell it when you're drunk.

trust meeeeee....i give good advice.

. . .

you only tell me what i want to hear when you're drunk. you fool.
but i'm the bigger fool. still giving you the benefit of the doubt after so long.
bah. strange mel...you so strange.

. . .

Death to Alcohol.

When The Pooh intervenes.

What's that..?? You've got something you want to tell me too?



Oh...so you think I should stop thinking about it and return to being myself.



And also to grit my teeth, to grin and reboot because on hindsight, it's not worth the effort.



Thank you, Master.

More wise words from Master Pooh:
Drive a Kelisa. I sit nicely on the steering wheel.

Take cover

today when i was driving along the NKVE, this black Matrix overtook me in what i can only describe as a death-defying stunt. on the back windscreen was this little square yellow tag which read DAMN.

then, when i was driving along Jalan Tun Sambanthan, another black Matrix squeezed itself in front of me even though it was quite blatant that by doing so, it would have a 78% chance of getting hit by me or the car adjacent to me. today was its lucky day. on the little triangle window at the back of the driver's seat was this little square yellow tag which read SHIT HAPPENS.

i'm normally not a superstitious person but i'm prepared to abandon all my preconceived notions and accept these as a sign of impending doom.

Emo post #528367101195

And I know it's easy to say but harder to feel this way. And I miss you more than I should, than I thought I could...I can't get my mind off you. I know you're scared that I'll soon be over it..that's part of it all. Part of the beauty of falling in love with you is the fear you won't fall. And I hate the phone, but I wish you'd call. I miss you more than I should.

I know you read this. And you were right. I was wrong. It is impossible after all.

i WAS and still AM an angel.

yesterday made me realise that the best times of my life spanned from when i was 7 to 12. ok..before my non-primary school friends jump down my throat, let me tell you that this perception is easily revisable. we are all masters at adapting *cough*.

so me and abby were reminiscing about good old times over a nice cherry&mint shisha and poor pohchai had to laugh and pretend that she was enjoying all our stories...but i know you did, didn't you pohchai?

but i'm slowly reconciliating to the fact that, yea...we DID come up with a lot of shit back when we were in primary school. like the time i got to know abby...it was actually through a mutual dislike we had for this girl whom we called Uma Puma. we would grab her hairband and throw it up into trees, or climb up the fence and place it on the highest notch. and she would retaliate by throwing our waterbottles in to the rubbish bin. a very nice water bottle with a spring cap that revealed a straw too, mind you. all this when we were 7.

or how about the time when we were in Standard 2 and we formed this Power Rangers Club. we'd gather every morning, without fail, on top of the hill outside the Standard 2 classes and go through with the whole PR formation thinger. Andy was the Blue Ranger, Abby was the Yellow Ranger (bitch), Vignes was the Black Ranger, Muhin was the Red Ranger and i was the Pink Ranger (fuck). And we'd do this:

All: It's Morphin' Time!
Vignes: MASTADON!
Me: PTERADACTYL!
Andy: TRICERATOPS!
Abby: SABER-TOOTHED TIGER!
Muhin: TYRANNOSAURUS!
All: GO GO POWER RANGERS! MIGHTY MORPHIN' POWER RANGE-EERSS!!


8-year-old artistic impression.

and then we'd all go into kiddy ecstacy trance and run around making pew-pew sounds and pretending we were fighting baddies. it's so cute.

or how about when we got our first taste of power and got absolutely drunk with it when the whole Power Rangers posse became prefects in Standard 3...hoho...it was the dawn of the golden era. how we would strut up in front of the class everytime the teacher left and scrawl a HUGE BISING and then write names of everyone who made noise. And if the culprit persisted, we'd add a x2 or x3 next to the name. and how, if the culprit repented, we'd rub off the 3/4 and replace it with a 2/3. Ah..the glory of it all.


Yea, i know right? Infinity. we were THAT smart.

When Uma Puma decided to zip it.

or how we'd pick fights with all the other girly cliques in our grade. the cawangan MCA which were comprised completely of chinese-chinese girls. or the cawangan UMNO which were comprised completely of malay girls. or the cawangan MIC which comprised of Uma Puma. no actually, i was just a sideline supporter...abby did most of the head-on confrontation.

or how about when we'd jump over the monsoon drains and pray to God that our little hands would be able to grasp on to the fencing on the other side...and then proceed to crawl under the hole, or maneouveur around the bend of the drain-peninsula over to the other side of the fence and fish for tadpoles.


it's seriously HUGE.

or how we once made our Standard 6 class teacher (bless her soul) lose it all, fling her books, pencil case, basket and vase of flowers in one great sweeping motion off her table and on to the floor all the while screaming at us and then start sobbing on her table. bless her soul, indeed.

ah..there's just so much coming back to me now, if only i was 7-12 again.

anyone out there with amazing mind-blowing primary school stories to tell?

Maison!

i fear i may have committed some serious injustice. recall how the year before i kept raving on about Luna Bar and how it was my home my second life my ray of hope? with utmost regret i say this: Maison has booted Luna from its place in my heart and embedded itself deep within my consciousness.

every wednesday i find myself getting restless and antsy and the following day i am ensconced within Maison...with a feeling of self-satisfaction, mind you. it is very unhealthy, hark my words.

but there's just something about the thumping rnb beats, darkened atmosphere, Poh Leng and Nikki grinding up against myself (haha) and also the rm40 per jug of Long Island Ice Tea which beckons me to return every week.

very unhealthy.




Waiking is very lucky. You can tell. It's written all over his face.





Terrible. Shameless. Tsktsktsk.

Yea, Lifu and Cheng were there that night too..Lifu don't emo silently with me because I never put your pics up ok?

Sigh..20 more days for such activities to take place before i revert back to a nun-like lifestyle and pious note-readings. how dismal.

p.s. oh, did i mention that in Maison the guys are hot and the girls are sizzling? mm-mmm.

i still miss it terribly

Every year you give me something new to occupy my mind with and to anguish over.
Congratulations.