profile Firmly believes in life after death. Secretly addicted to Gossip Girl & ATNM (oh, the shame). Finds painting own nails therapeutic. Takes an eternity to make a decision. Likes to swim. Fancies self as seasoned chef in manner of Masaharu Morimoto. Hates driving during rush hour. Feels happiest waking up to bright sunny mornings. Is afraid of cockroaches and balloons. Dislikes awkward silence. Buys too many dresses and not enough comfortable shoes. Is convinced that people only appreciate what they have to work hard for. tagboard archives February 2004 March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 August 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 skin by: Jane |
Wednesday, November 24, 2004 @ 12:45 PM
Introducing...  My new journal. *bEam* My personal assistant will take up your orders during office hours. Prices non-negotiable. You just can't put a price on art, I say. ;)  I am so in love with this color combination; it's fuchsia with turqouise *sQuints* ...The photo does nothing for my pwetty journal, bleh 0=) @ 6:20 AM
Late For Class... Not AaaaHhh... *snuggles comfoRtably into nice new template* Finally. =D Woke up at 7.30 this morning, exactly ten minutes before my bus comes. I almost tripped over my purple comforter as I dashed to the bathroom. I had to take two buses to the 8am class, and as luck would have it, today is the day I had a paper to present in that class. The annoying, hyper-in-the-wee-hours-of-morning cat did not help at all. After the third time he ran into my room and endangering my sister's face (he has sharp claws ok), I could have sworn smoke was coming out of my ears. But I managed, with my still in a lovely mess (involuntarily going for the bed-hair sexy look), to catch both buses, power-walked to the classroom... Only to find out the lecturer was not there yet. It's strange enough that I woke up late (hey I never woke up late this semester, not once; don't believe ask May and my sis =P); the world is going topsy-turvy when even our dear, straight-laced lecturer is late for class. Throughout the semester, he'd been on-the-dot punctual, personally marking our attendances instead of passing on an attendance sheet like every other you-miss-class-your-business university professor. And now he's absent? Not that I'm complaining. 0=) After about 15 minutes, some decided their warm beds were too comfy to be left alone and walked out with a amicable 'Oh f*** it, I'm leaving.' I left 30 minutes later. I still have one major research paper due next Thursday, but I can't bring myself to work on it too hard. It's thanksgiving week man! We're going to NEW YORK! Gonna meet Yuk Shan, Su and Wei Ming! *huGz meSelf* Although right now there're some technical problems... but we'll see. Just a minor setback; nothing God can't flick off in a zap... That is, if He plans to, of course. =P Miss Keong oh. Monday, November 22, 2004 @ 10:15 AM
The Lost Earring Blog entry that I had in mind whilst on the way home from outlet: (after losing an earring) I'm so friggin' stupid. Why did I wear it out today? How could I have lost it?! It was my birthday present from Pang and Janice! Argh! *takes deep breaths to stop tears from flowing* I HATE MYSELF! Why do I always do stupid things like that... *turns face to window so they wouldn't notice tears* 'Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?' Blog entry in mind after stopping for dinner: (still missing an earring, dammit) Everything happens for a reason. I searched for it everywhere. Traced back my shopping route. Nothing. I groped every part of my body (in the loo) - nothing. Where could it be? I found the stub in the fitting room, but no earring. I'm such a ******, why do I have to lose something I can't possibly replace? 'Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?' Blog entry in mind during second half of journey (long trip - outlet is about 1-2 hours away): (still fingering vacant hole on ear) I'm never ever gonna put any sentimental value into anything I own. Ever. It's just an earring. It's no big deal. I know she got it from MIMIMOMO. Filled with regret, remorse, everything that starts with an R besides reggae. *heart aches* Everybody knows you can't get pretty and good earrings in U.S without a Saudi Arabian king for a father. Nothing beats shops like MIMIMOMO in Malaysia. U.S might be a country of abundance with tons of mass-produced cheap earrings, but the fact that they actually lOok mass-produced and unoriginal as well... *tRies to think of darling & forget about own carelessness...* Yes, finally admit it was own carelessness that caused this, not... whatever. No energy. 'And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendour was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?' Blog entry in mind while in shower (reached home d la means): Last hope is gone. Took off all clothes but still can't find it. Was holding onto the possibility of it hanging on my shirt or something. *reSigned* But it's so puzzling - the stub was at the fitting room; how far could the earring be from it? Takkan the stub was still stuck on my ear while the earring took off with my sanity... *allows warm water to fall forcefully onto overworked head, turns off water tap, steps out of bathtub... sees something on the floor?* *squints... looks like a clump of hair... gaSps* It's my missing earring. 'So do not worry, saying, "What shall we eat?" or "What shall we drink?" or "What shall we wear?". For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.' Blog entry after everything: (earrings lovingly stored safely) This. Is. A. Miracle. It's just beyond rational comprehension. I body-searched myself, aggressively while in the privacy of a bathroom, discreetly while scanning the bustling outlet corridors, and I never felt anything. Nothing protruding from my body (nothing that shouldn't =P), no itchy or uncomfortable poking sensations, NOTHING. And throughout the whole return journey, I was pleading, praying, distressing, fretting... Even when I was in the shower, I know I checked once more but to no avail. And I was still desperately praying, wondering, pondering, asking for peace (and sanity)... 'But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.' And got it. *bEam* Now all I hafta to do is convince you guys I'm not loony, and that Jesus is as real as it gets. 0=) Yes, even when it comes to a small, teeny weeny thing like a (very precious, mind you) earring. Coz if Jesus could retrieve a measly (but meaningful! Bleh) earring from a crazy huge outlet and bring it home, how much more willing would he be to save you (a huge, living, breathing, made-in-God's-likeness,  After over four hours of fruitless search and incessant prayers, the two earrings are reunited once again. This has been Blessed Bubbz, reporting for CNN (Christ Never Neglects) on location. Wednesday, November 17, 2004 @ 9:15 AM
End of Toll The Jelapang toll on the North-South Highway is gonna be dismantled! About time they did that. All those crazy traffic congestion during festive seasons, football matches and whatever else reason that causes major human emigration. I'd be rushing home from meeting Keong, knowing fully well that I'd be late for dinner and my parents' disapproving frowns for my viewing pleasure, and then sCREEeeeeCCh! Bumper-to-bumper traffic 50km from the toll, which is right next to the exit I needed to get through to avoid a most undesirable consequence. It was pretty frustrating; I remember nervously clutching the steering wheel, occasionally eyeing my handphone on the passenger seat, willing it not to ring - and wincing when the word HOME starts blinking on the screen. But it was not always that bad. I kinda liked the idea of being able to dash off to Penang or KL whenever I want, the toll and highway being so near my house. Y'know, like, get into heated argument with overprotective parents about rebel boyfriend, grab car keys hurriedly and slam the car door with dark tears (mascara, of course) streaking ashen face, escape to another state in search of true self... (It's a childish, delusional, drama-queen thing *gRin*) The fact that I have no such guts, never used mascara (except for... actually no), and boyfriend is anything but rebellious (not anymore anyway =P) not withstanding. Heh. The toll was also kinda like a huge prank prop for me. I wanna mess with a friend, all I have to do is invite them to my house. After the initial omigosh-but-your-house-is-so-far-aways and har-hafta-use-highway-one-ah hurdles, some of the braver ones would consent and make their way towards... Penang. Hahahah! I still remember my sis's friend who took a wrong turn and ended up on the way to Penang. It was after a party at our house, and I guess she lost her marbles when she suddenly found herself at the toll... she was crying when my dad drove up to find her stopped at the side of the road. 
I guess it was kinda scary. Was at night mar.
Speaking of that, EDDY did that once too! It was just this year, when I went back during summer. See la, long time never fetch me, that's why. Bleh. =P Hehee. He ended up having to reverse out of the toll plaza, niahahaha. ;)
And I think Mun Yip and Su did that once too... Ok no more bringing up embarrassing stuff. 0=)
See, on the way out of my house to known civilization, there is this right turning that leads to the toll plaza heading up North, and then another right turning after that that leads to the Southbound highway, to Jusco or whatever. And go straight on and you're on your way to Tanjung Malim. Hehee isn't it cOoool??! I couldn't have improved on the  Hehee I felt like a spoilt princess. *bLinK2* Heh just kidding la. I always wake up earlier than usual anyway; eXcited mar. 0=)
I wonder how many more changes there would be until the next time I head home.
Sunday, November 14, 2004 @ 12:49 PM
Uber Cy-chotic Cybersex just took a step closer to reality. Check this out. I'm still a bit confused though - how is it different from vibrators, dildos and blown-up dummies? Tuesday, November 09, 2004 @ 7:27 AM
A Girl with Balls During another excruciating 3 hours of physics lab... Andrea: Ok so we put this here, and that over there... [ruffles through lab notes] Cindy: No I think this goes here... oh no you were right. [pretends to read notes thoroughly] Kerry: I think that's it. We should turn it on now. [reaches over and switches on the ...voltage thing] [Cindy inches away subconsciously] Andrea: Ok so... it's... *bla bla bla* [Everybody scribbles down results] Working in silence. Fifteen minutes later... Dave (nice teaching assistant): Your results don't look quite right. Are you sure you followed the instructions correctly? [peers down at the ...voltage thing] Andrea: We dunno. I think so. Dave: Well... actually... [rubs his chin (for real!)] these should go that way... and that... Kerry: Oh. Andrea: Oh. Cindy: ... Dave moves away. Commotion among the lab group sharing their table. Obnoxious Guy: No man I'm telling you, the results are wrong! Spineless Sidekick: Ya think so? But I thought... Obnoxious Guy: Well obviously you thought wrong coz this does not look right at all. Foreign Indian Guy: noOr, I tHink tHe Rrrrresults shoWss thart... [Cindy tunes off, wonders if she could catch the last evening bus without pulling a hamstring] Andrea: Actually, you guys need these resistor things to make 'em work. [shows them the things] Obnoxious Guy: [ridiculed look on pasty, rubbery substance some might mistake as FACE) No, it doesn't make a difference. The lightbulbs already have resistors. Those were for the previous experiment. [turns back to Spineless Sidekick abruptly] Andrea rolls eyes at Cindy. Cindy smiles sympathetically. Andrea: So you guys got the whole thing working? How'd you do that? Obnoxious Guy: Well ours is still attached if you wanna have a look. Andrea, Kerry and Cindy stares at the crazy confusing mass of intertwinning cables and lightbulbs. Kerry: O-K. Cindy: [mutters under breath] Well that's helpful. Andrea: I am so not gonna be nice to them anymore. [disassembles whole kit in loud, jerky movements] Cindy: ...So... let's try to... Obnoxious Guy: [cuts in] Hey could we borrow one of your cables? We're short of one. Andrea: Oh sorry we don't share. [smiles graciously] Stunned silence at the table. Cindy does a victory backflip in her phsyics-intolerant mind. Ka-POW! You GO gurl! Good thing our group still managed to finish the experiment before the other group - might've been even more uncomfortable, I think. Can't say the OG didn't deserve it though. He has been like that for quite some time now. I guess he finally met his match. Sunday, November 07, 2004 @ 6:42 AM
Cheerleading Woes II "Members of the cheerleading team, please meet at the old hall now for a short meeting," our dear displinary master's voice sputtered out through the rusty old PA system. I groaned inwardly. Great, as if everyone didn't already know I was part of the most embarrasing act in AMC history since... forever. As Ashley and I stood and asked for permission to go out, my English teacher raised her eyebrows. "You're in the cheerleading team, Cindy?" she asked in her nasal, hoity-toity voice. Just what I needed. "Yes, Ms Tham," I replied meekly before she lost interest and waved us away. I never did figure out why she hated my sister and I so much. Truly. If anyone of you know, please tell me. It's the bane of my existence, the question of how anyone could possibly find hard enough spot in their hearts to actually despise me, how anyone could deprive me from the Best English Award during my last year in high school, thus breaking my 2-years-in-a-row reign in that spot... But sometimes I'm not so sure. She seems fine when I do bump into her in church. Hm. Right right. Cheerleading. Then hor... Aiyah long story cut short, we didn't quit in the end; we just stopped going to practices. SPM was coming, I finally got enough of my friends' innocent teasings of being a rah-rah cheerleader, the end. And it was a seriously different experience, I'll give ya that. It was the first time I encountered girls boasting about their crazy diet plans and gazillion trips to Marie France - before they even turned 16. Bitchy fights over the attentions of the three luckiest 'dance choreographers' in Ipoh (they weren't that cute; them gurls just wanted to compete), actual encounter with cheerleading captain from Hades - 'We're all here coz of we're the prettiest (pFFfftt) and best (dOuble PFfftTT) girls in AMC, so we gotta work hard and WIN WIN WIN!' *eVil CaCkLe* - I kid you not, she actually said that. In Cantonese, of course. The only time they spoke in English was when we shouted cheer chants copied from the internet. Come to think of it, that was partly the reason I didn't click with any of them. Besides the fact that it was disproportionately frowned upon to speak in any language but English, Malay and Mandarin in school, I also happened to sound like Sean Paul in Dutty Rock while attempting to converse in Cantonese. Heh. Gotta admit I still enjoy the reactions when my cheerleading past comes up though. Something akin to a horrific party story, y'know? @ 2:03 AM
Kitty Fudge May got a kitty! He's so cute, and his grey fur is totally like a soft toy's, only softer and so much warmer... The three of us have been fussing over him ever since he came to our apartment. But he stinks after he poops. And I didn't know he just pooped, so I picked him up, and... *fEels sLigHtlY siCk* I mean I didn't see any 'fudge', but he smelt bAaad... Speaking of fudge, I made two chocolate moist cakes! Hahahah, nice transition eh. 'Fudge', choc fudge... Anyways, I didn't mean to make two, but... heh let's just say things didn't go according to plan, but they still look pretty daRn good... wouldn't you agree? I even frosted it! =D Ahhh... next up, butter caKe! 0=) Kidding. Maybe next week.  Socks @ Boo @Kirby @ Neko @Nico  Isn't he adorable?  Chocolate moist cake, mMmm...  Three hours later... Friday, November 05, 2004 @ 2:01 PM
Cheerleading Woes "You hafta try harder! This is pathetic! C'mon girls, SMILE!" barked the cheerleading captain a.k.a slave-driver, her own mouth plastered with the fakest smile ever. Against every fibre of muscle on my face and releasing my last ounce of dignity, I turned up the corners of my lips. Why, I gritted my teeth as the captain stopped the music abruptly to start the routine all over again, Why did I ever join this stupid thing. I glanced around the field - everyone within sight was staring at us, this bunch of girls in skimpy 'workout' clothes - 'we need to see exactly how our bodies look and move,' the girls explained *pPFfffTtt* - prancing around like a bunch of circus clowns. Even Ashley, my only sane friend in the squad, had succumbed to the pressure and bought those ridiculous hot pants they insisted on wearing for practice. I looked down at myself - reasonably fitted baby-t, jeans shorts that actually covered my butt - and felt a slight twinge of satisfaction. They can humiliate me in front of the entire school and contort my face, but they CANNOT make me wear skanky clothes. Unfortunately, it was not enough to convince others. Cynical eyes followed our every move, and I could almost hear the conversations at leat 20 feet away from me - 'omigosh that girl canNOT dance!' 'what is that... that THING she's wearing?' 'they must think they look so pretty *rolls eyes*' 'wah so big ah her boobs' - somehow the image of me being stuck in a tiny fishbowl constantly plagued my mind. I'M NOT LIKE THEM! I felt like yelling aloud, trying to divert the scrutinizing looks and pointing fingers away from me. "This is a total disaster..." I whispered miserably to myself, beating myself up for the millionth time over the very day I stepped into the auditions. Ashley looked over at me with a questioning look; I managed a weak grin. "Ok girls! I want you to chant as loud as possible, you hear! ..." so she tried to pumped us up. Involuntarily, I reached down and rubbed my bruised right knee, remembering the long afternoon practices we had in the hall, where we repeated our routines over and over again, slamming our knees onto the hard concrete floor while maintaining a friggin' big smile like we're jumping on a spread of fluffy pillows. Cheerleading was supposed to be fun, I lamented inside. When my friends and I had heard of the new squad, we were curious yet naively certain that it would be a delightfully new experience. Boy oh boy, it was something new all right; just as far from delightful as Ashlee Simpson is to a Grammy. "CINDY! YOU'RE NOT CONCENTRATING ON THE ROUTINE!" the Satan-worshipper roared at me. Snapping back to reality, I realized they had started the routine while my mind wandered. Blushing hard, I silently cursed the captain. Why you... Just as I was about kneel on the muddy ground and have someone's equally muddy shoe imprinted onto my back, I caught a glimpse of my friends sitting by the corridor, talking and laughing - while pointing at the cheerleaders. Oh the humiliation. The betrayal. The... the agony, I grunted as the heel of a buffalo ground its way deep into my spinal cord. Finally we got a 15 minute break. Ashley and I went off to the water fountain, leaving behind the embarrassin crowd of rowdy girls discussing about clothes and boyfriends on top of their grinding voices. "So, how? I thought you said we're gonna quit," I chided Ashley as she took a drink. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, "Ya we should! We hafta tell the captain soon..." "Who's gonna talk to her? You la, you closer to her what. She hates me," I said matter-of-factly. Frankly I took her dislike of me as a compliment. "But hor... we already put so much effort into this stupid thing... and the competition is coming up right..." I hesitated. "Yalor, exactly... Aih dunno lar, maybe should just stick to the end..." she started fingering the bruise on her elbow mindlessly, deep in thought. "I mean, we worked so hard for so long..." "That's just it! We suffered for so long d, somemore wanna continue? We hafta save ourselves!" I protested. Took me a while to realize we were actually playing out the battle scene inside our heads. I heard someone clapping noisily, a persistent and irritating sound - the captain was calling everybody back. Sighing audibly, Ashley and I dragged our bruised bodies back onto the field, our discussion unresolved. TO BE CONTINUED (Got 2 tests tomorrow la, what you want me to do =P) Thursday, November 04, 2004 @ 11:50 AM
Past & Present Somebody in my Jap class really annoyed the earwax outta me but I'm not gonna waste anymore time and effort to even mention it here. GrrRrr ruFff. On a much brighter side, I went with the yearbook crew to the MSU museum (yes, our university has its own museum! =O) storage facility place, which is hidden somewhere inside the stadium. In order to go in, we had to locate this old gas station next to it, find the unmarked door, brave through the narrow and dimly lit stairway, and bingo. A looong hallway (as long as a football field... considering it's in a stadium) with wooden doors that lead to ancient shelves and even more ancient air. When he opened the first door, I really thought some of us would start gagging, and maggots will spill out of our eyes, and... y'know. But instead of hidden curses and vengeful ghouls, the nice old man showed us interesting pieces of old, dusty memorabilia from the past. Like, late 1800s. I am so serious! It was awesome, just mind-blowing. I mean, I knew MSU has a really long history, what with it started at 1877 or something, but to actually have evidences from those eras! Band uniforms (starting from 1920s mind you), World War 2 uniforms (!!!), uber-old sweatshirts (now I know where the fashion designers get their ideas from - they recycle them from the past!!), black and white pictures of student activities and class rivalries (really outrageous stuff - in 1918, the freshman class and sophomores were bitter enemies, and they used to really vandalize each other's dorms - with pictures to prove it), and so much more! Coz of time constraints, he couldn't show us everything, but it was evident the man is very passionate about his job. In fact, he used to go to MSU. I felt so blessed I thought I was gonna cry! I know it sounds completely insane, really I do! But it just feels so... surreal. All these things from the past, and the whole musky smell and dim, mysterious lights and the coarsely-made (but sturdy) shelves and preservation gadgets all hung neatly by an old, holey wall... So I'm a history buff. Bleh. =P Seeing all those pictures of past students from another century, the dainty ladies in their long, flowing skirts and long-sleeved, fully-buttoned blouses (not to mention those cute little hat things with flowers on them), and the men in their... trousers and singlets (so men never really did evolve, at least fashion-wise... hehee); it felt strange really. They look so different, but at one point they were just like me, studying at the exact same place, experiencing the same crazy weather and admiring the same seasonal changes and sceneries... MSU rocks. Wednesday, November 03, 2004 @ 10:57 AM
Rumbling Tummies I think we ate something wrong. Last night while sleeping, I could actually hear my sister's tummy gurgling like a tidal wave was swooshing inside her intestines. For real. And this afternoon till now, my tummy has been emulating hers. Nice. Sorta burnt my tongue whilst eating 'chick kut teh' just now. No like that feeling. GaaaHhh my blog is boring! Oh and before anybody starts freaking out or whatever, bubbzsux is me. Or rather, the self-bashing side of me heh. No I didn't tag myself out of pity, nor was I seeking for sympathy of reassurance (I wouldn't be telling you this if I was would I); it's from the heart of my broken bottom. Truly. Sometimes I try to read my stuff from another person's perspective, to see if it's really all that interesting. And I realize that is not necessarily true all the time... Yikes. Change major change major. =P Hehee. My mind is a tumbling washing machine of incoherent thoughts... *dRifTs oFf...* But thanks for sticking up for me, darling! You're awesome hehee. *huGgY~* 0=) I've been reading book after book for my english lit class and my classical studies class. Those books are depressing stuff, I tell ya - makes me wonder if anything cheerful and upbeat ever gets labelled as anything besides 'chic lit' or 'light reading'. I mean, if one of the criterias of being a reputable, scholarly, award-winning book is to be as daRn melancholic and wordy (and pretentious, at times), then something in the book industry has to change. Now. I eagerly await for the day Sophie Kinsella, Gigi Levangie and Jessica Adams receive Nobel Peace Prizes for their immense contribution (of delightful humor and bright cheerfulness) to a world otherwise devoid of bubbly life and simple joys. Oops. I just realized I wore my shirt the wrong way - the label is poking on my chest. Ok, sOo time to go. Will not insult your intelligence any further. =) |