Class starts in a week, specifically on the 6th of October.
I'm actually looking forward to immersing myself into this final term.
And, ooooh, internship!

The little sister, who's not so little is turning 20 on the 7th.
Sarah's birthday is upon us too!
What to do, what to do?... Makan more ah?

I need to get out of the habit of waking up after 9AM.
I need to wake up at 8AM or earlier. Must train body.
Also, it doesn't help that I sleep only when almost the whole world is perceived a slumber.

Tomorrow I make thai food for my lunch. But I need to find sellophane noodles. Mmm... Spicy glass noodle salad and kerabu mangga. Mmmmm...
Tomorrow, also, I'll be sorting out a bunch of stuff in orange Ikea boxes, sending the lappy to the shops to get reformatted before the new term, having a nice big juicy burger and fries with Bearnaise sauce for dinner at Kanpei, Micasa.

Sent in my application to RMIT, IDP said they'll be sending it tomorrow after they've received my portfolio soft-copy. I'm so excited! No longer am I to apply to Raffles in Sydney, however. Acceptance letter arriving in 4 to 6 weeks. Leaving on a plane early February. Joyous, joyous, joyous!
Apartment hunting, finding out where the butcher/fishmonger/chinese grocery shop/farmer's market is, roaming on the scooter, Ugg-boots and flip-flop seasons, chocolate madness, home cookery stored for quick access, mad (PMS) cow disease monthly. How exciting.

I hate it when people who drink mixers argue about the complexities of flavour and ageing of certain alcoholic beverages. I don't drink alcohol frequently but I do know what the base spirits taste like neat.

I am a spoilt little kitten.
Hahahahaha...
No, seriously.

Persistant as well.
Hopeful, curious risk taker.

And... Financially independant at 35.

Thank you. :D

I haven't any pictures to update tumblr with. Well, I do but it's with me dad/may. :(
I get one from them. and post. :D

I kinda like lousing around at home.
There's many things to do here.

My brain is now in a state of blankness.
I want more stuff on TV about anything Steven Hawking researched on.

I miss having a verbal sparring partner. My brain has gone so long without heckling someone that I may have lost touch in the heckle region. Perhaps it's time to meet more people whom I could battle wits with?

Errant truck hitting...

Leeturt:

Mother.....MOTHER!

Me:

KITTEHHH!!!

Eh, wrong kid!

LEETURT!

hahahahahah...

P/S I forgot to mention I randomly met Squirrel at the Grad Show.
Small world. :D

P/S/S My adopted kids are kitty, squirrel and leeturt(turtle) itu sahaja, ya?

They say good things come to those who wait.
And wait I shall until the oppertune moment.
Can't rush these things.

There's something about Malaysian roads, specifically those in Kuala Lumpur (my home, my city, where food is there in the wee hours of the morning)

Bong says I should have gone into the film industry . I'm too snobby to go into film. XD
Junee: Yeah, she'll be that old lady in the cinema going mnyeh-mnyeh-mnyeh-mnyeh... *makes faces at me*
Me: No! You do that mnyeh-mnyeh-mnyeh-mnyeh... *makes faces at Junee*
Junee: I do not!

Have decided that Junee should have a "ThingsJuneeSays" Twitter page for her random outbursts and blond moments and verbal lysdexia.. uhh... dyslexia... hhahahah.
(Kids, Dyslexia is not a laughing matter)

Today, waking up so early was a mistake. It has proven to be a ridiculously disappointing day. Added to the fact that my hormones are starting to go berserk it feels like I should be in depression right now.
I'm moping for fifteen minutes, give or take another ten.

It's most disappointing because I always keep my promises, barring death or bad timing, and at this moment if feels as if I might go against that one rule because it's so difficult to have to rely on other people. I don't like the pity that comes with the general feeling of failure. I am not a failure. I GODDAMN WIN AT LIFE. So help me I don't use this as a reason to revert to being vindictive. But it's so easy to fall back into old habits.

I admit to being spoilt. But only because I want so many things for myself and it's all for the greater good. I am also so sick of apologising!

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Had loaaadsa loaaaaaadsa fun with the wonderful people I call friends.

Ikhsan's gift is... especially questionable but it was usefull during our lepak sessions.

We're going to play a new game at my house... All who DARE are invited to join.
Pizzas and drinks, yo.

At the moment it feels nice to not do anything.

I know it seems trivial but May got me a new thong! EHEHEH IT'S NICE!

Good morning those who have not yet slept. Good night to those who will.

Went to a Clan gathering -- Tun Abdul Aziz Clan -- yesterday. We left when people started to learn line dancing. I shudder at the thought.

White team, MY team, won at treasure hunt. 40 bucks each. hahahaha...
YAY!
I forgot two of my teammates names, they were two blokes, I think both (well at least one of them) were anak Ngah Irin. The rest were Alis and Farhan and Didi.
6 of us.

So intent were we on winning that we forgot about the food and started interpreting the clues.

Che Lang:

OMG, you guys can go eat you know!

Me:

Eat later, win now.

P/S Tilapia cooked with butter and chives with a splash of lime served with Vera Cruz tomatoes. How's that sound?

Add-on: Alif and Anwar... Possibly, according to Che'Lang. They're Tok Shah's grandcucus.

I may or may not be in the midst of a 'squee' situation. I'm kind of lost and not in the know of the status quo.

Grad Night is over, thank god for that.
Yay, yay, hip-hip hurray!

Back to the regularly scheduled program!

Cybercafes are only something I want to be at when the noise level is dependant on you. Ergo, headphones.

I got out of bed at 6:15AM with an idea of how to attach the things onto the trellis, duh, the vines!

Worked out the rest of the kinks and now doing my presentation cheat sheet, wondering if I should refine it further because there's notes all over the place.

I have to run through the presentation in front of the mirror, pick out my corporate heresy uniform and make my way to the hotel at 9 30.

Other things I have to do include calling the trellis maker guy and asking him how much it's going to cost and when he's going to deliver everything to the hotel, make the frames look a little more rustic and realistic -- because right now, it looks like painted styrofoam (lolwhut?) -- and ... Breakfast, pack and shower.

Wish me luck for the presentation with the external judges!

Well, tomorrow is the 50% external judging cum Graduation Night.

I'm actually not feeling that jittery. Wait, maybe I do... slightly.
I think I'll wake up super early. Like 6AM. Okay, maybe 7AM.

I have just realised that I am a Tumblr owner and I had posted in 2008.
I could have sworn I didn't have one. I was wrong.
*shrugs*
And then there were 3:
The Secret Hissy Fits Blog (it's secret),
The Public Blog (this one)
and
The Picture Blog (http://sharoose.tumblr.com/)

Keep in mind, I'm thinking one post a week on the Tumblr? A sort of highlight of the week in pictures. I guess that means toting the camera around and taking one shot of anything relevant I guess. Updates every Saturday.

I am sick of making the damn vines.

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Having QI series F is a comfort though.

Right then, as an addendum to those three lines I wrote early this afternoon, I have to add that I finished QI series F and Harvey Birdman season 4 during vine making. Vine-making ist done.

I also would like some vino of the white variety and more comedies to watch.
And... And I have acquired The Vampire Diaries season 1 to keep me company while I try and negate the existence of stupid people.

That said, I'm waiting for all 4 series of Monty Python's Flying Circus to be delivered in the proverbial fruit-basket so I can sit back and enjoy my break.

I still have 3 tickets.
And am now tempted to just give it to the next available person.

The alternative is to invite 3 random hobos for a free hotel dinner. Hopefully they're rabid, foaming in the mouth and don't think much against giving it to fellow stupid people. Perhaps I should get me a tazer in case they don't know the difference between my family and friends and... stupid people.

PSS Screw the hobos! Junes, Danny and May you come for grad night I don't care if it kills you because it's damn well going to kill me.

WARGH! We've already got our final words from the lecturer about the external judging.
It starts at 3pm. I. AM. SO. EXCITED/SCARED/GOINGOUTOFMYMIND!

Bought all the stuff I need to buy but I cannot be arsed to start cutting shiny paper into leaves. I would like some elves to help me.

And on Thursday, I would like some help too.
Al said he'd like to help but in case he bails, I need someone else to take the position as honourary helper and eater of free subway sammich.

Watched Letters to Juliet. These movies gives you a false sense of hope.
Now I feel gebu and it sucks.

Thanks XKCD, now my brain hurts.
http://wiki.xkcd.com/irc/Puzzles#Pirates

At the moment, my head is still a buzz.

I feel decidedly happy and my heart dropped into my stomach, bounced off my lungs and ricocheted into my throat, now holding on for dear life on my tonsils. I wish it'd go back to status quo.

Moral of the story: Coffee bad.

Buuuuut that's not the only reason I am in between joy and incomprehensible panic,
Of two reasons are I am days away from THE GRADUATION and the second reason I can't tell you yet.

My boards are done, I've handed up all there is to hand up and my portfolio is sitting pretty on my chaise lounge.

All that's left is to print, mount and make a few stuff for the exhibition booth. Also, I've got 3 more tickets to sell, going at 45 ringgit each. Any takers?

Ja? Nein?

Oh, and have you ever realised that Gael Garcia Bernal looks kind of like Jake Gyllenhaal?

Here's an interesting read I must share with you before I get any work done...
It's about how an elite education impairs certain skills that you need in life or just blatantly lies about your self worth.

The Disadvantages of an Elite Education

I do somewhat agree, considering that I was put in a different type of high school education from the rest of my peers. I do find it something of a feat to communicate with my fellows who have not had the same type of upbringing I've had. I guess it's also the way they present their ideas, or lack thereof, that puts me off. Or their sense of bigotry and fascism. Fascism. What an ugly word.

Since I am a child of the media and I consumed most of the information via National Geographic, Discovery Channel and The Animal Planet my humour makes a sharp turn left off the usual. Words and the use of language makes me laugh ergo piss-takes make me laugh, puns make me laugh... If it makes sense, I'll laugh at it. If it doesn't make sense then it's a 50-50.

This also means that I enjoy a hearty feast of verbal sparring. Friendly fire makes bonds tighter in most cases and you can never want for less in my opinion. One by one, the biting comments are thrown at each other like grenades, we stab each other with our witty remarks, little by little like a troop of red ants consuming prey for the queen. We each wait for the other to make a mistake. Pedantry is our ally and after a victor emerges, we laugh and have a drink and anticipate the next fight.

Sadly, the world is running out of people who can verbally spar and that would be sad. I miss my sparring buddies. It's very different sparring on the internet. The pauses give you time to think about what you're going to write. It's cheating. I can say that because of that little annoyance, my remarks take a little while to form.

SIGH.

The horrible thing is the only thing I've got left is innuendos. Because I tend to use that pretty often.
DAMNIT SKILLS, I WANT YOU BACK!

Zaty brought this to light. I think that (a) it works and (b) it's really funny.

Please distribute this list. Put it up in your place of work, in your university’s library or wherever you think theymight be read:
1. Don’t put drugs in people’s drinks in order to control their behavior.
2. When you see someone walking by themselves, leave them alone!
3. If you pull over to help someone with car problems, remember not to assault them!
4. NEVER open an unlocked door or window uninvited.
5. If you are in an elevator and someone else gets in, DON’T ASSAULT THEM!
6. Remember, people go to laundry to do their laundry, do not attempt to molest someone who is alone in a laundry room.
7. USE THE BUDDY SYSTEM! If you are not able to stop yourself from assaulting people, ask a friend to stay with you while you are in public.
8. Always be honest with people! Don’t pretend to be a caring friend in order to gain the trust of someone you want to assault. Consider telling them you plan to assault them. If you don’t communicate your intentions, the other person may take that as a sign that you do not plan to rape them.
9. Don’t forget: you can’t have sex with someone unless they are awake!
10. Carry a whistle! If you are worried you might assault someone “on accident” you can hand it to the person you are with, so they can blow it if you do.

I didn't write this, obviously. The original is written by Feminist Law Professor

Have yet to start work. I should start now. I know it takes about a day to complete all rendering jobs. Why can't I start? Because I don't feel like it.

...


Alright, alright, I'll start.

WARGH! THE LINE-UP FOR SOUNDWAVE IS AMAZING!

http://www.soundwavefestival.com/
clicky the linky

I want to watch:

Dimmu Borgir


Il Nino (OMG IL NINO!)


All That Remains


Sum 41


Queens of the Stoneage


Slash (When he was here I was penniless)


COHEED AND FUCKING CAMBRIA, BITCH! (When they were here I was in Bali)


Stone Sour


Avenged Sevenfold (Sharap, you)


Murderdolls


Rob Zombie (OMG ROB ZOMBIE!)


Pennywise


Bring Me The Horizon


Sevendust


Less Than Jake (OMG LESSTHANJAKE!)


Third Eye Blind


... Assuming I can get tickets in time. :(

What the fukken horseshit?
Why must I seell 5 tickets to the poncy party?!?!

BLAAAAAARGH!

Wait, script brainfart:

"Pirate's honour, or I'll stab myself with this machete," said Vicar.

"What machete?" replied Pope with a confused expression plastered all over his face.

"This one," Vicar said while waving his arm around as if to point out the whereabouts of said pointy weapon.

Pope looked at Vicar's face and then at the left arm being shook around. "There's nothing there," he said, nonplussed.

"IT'S INVISIBLE!" Vicar said, almost crying.

"You were the architect of your own self deception,"
Is a beautiful quote from Stargate Atlantis.

A few times being uttered by myself and I literally heard a 'click' sound in my head and at that point I got it.
You make your own misery, you build your own disasters then you wallow in your own self pity.
So I'm going to do quite the opposite.

I create my own happiness, I relish in my own joys and I'll revel in my own awesomeness!

Oh, and a few people had a look at the portfolio and they love it!
I still think the colours came out a tad bit dark though, but still lovely!
I have to talk to my dad about commissioning the trellis and find 5 people to go with me to the convocation.
-_______________-

Dad and the sister, makbusu and wan and who else?

Also, I need to get a bigger harddrive to archive all my albums.

I need the stupid poncy party to be over.

The portfolio has been sent to the house!
Just when I was leaving so I haven't yet had a chance to look through it.

Prince has disappeared yet again.
I told him I would be at the usual class.
ARGHGHGHGHG...
Been here since 12:50PM and getting more and more irate by the second.

I've got dinner with the Meers tonight -- If she confirms that is. She has yet to reply my text.
And I left my phone at home the whole day yesterday while I gallivanted around all over the place with the RSGC people.

Sighh... I gotta practice my presentation.
SIGH.

I had a wonderful time with Zita, Zuri, Yusnie, Christina and later also Naf and Iski today.
: )

People you've known for forever kind of keep you stable and in one piece -- well, less than all-over-the-place anyway.

I want the graduation night to be over and done with quickly because it's making butterflies grow in my stomach.
I hate tummy butterflies.

Long work day tomorrow. I sad it's not over yet.

I cannot wait for the term to be over.
I don't know how or why the word "Graduation" makes it even more stressful than it already is.

I have tonnes of books to catch up on reading,
Maybe five or six albums to go through,
A comic to re-start,
A life to get back to,
People to meet up with,
Perak to go lepak in overnight,
Things to plan,
Food to make or bake,
Did I mention a tonne of books to finish reading?

For stage, I want them to just let me pass.
Just let me pass.

Enda's making extra cheesecake from whatever's left over. Yay for cheesecake!
Fat fat for all! hahahahahaha...

Anyhoots, my stomach is doing 360-spins in anticipation for Grad Night *cue psycho music*.
I'm redesigning the presentation board layout because aside from some minor tweaking, I'm keeping the base idea.

I have nobody to impress but myself so it's time to implement some new stuff and get rid of some crappy boring ideas. They (the internal crit squad) were right when they said it wasn't me.

One thing I know about myself is that when I don't like something I tend not to do my very very best on it, I'm a glorified diva that way, It usually comes out just okay. If I wanted to do better I need some help in the form of a very enthusiastic hand-holder.

The degree is just a means to an end and the end is me in a gorgeous beach house without a care in the world, surrounded by the most important people in my life. Everyone else can bugger off.

I had a nice long bath.
Sending in the protfolio for printing today, as soon as I get my dad's credit card deets.
Probably tonight.

To re-do:
- Stage backdrop
- Stage flooring
- Stage lighting cos it's utter shiat. (admittedly, I didn't configure the lighting pun... hahaha...
- Stage backdrop sketch.
- Presentation board layout (which is kind of bad, admittedly)

Basically it's the stage area that I wasn't too pleased with. The outside is just fine. I do also have to work on my presentation.

My nose is itchy.

I admit to reading Oglaf...
It's dirty but hella funny.
Here's a scenario whereby you're wearing an Oglaf 'splurt' shirt.

complete stranger: Hey! Oglaf shirt!
you: What? This? My brother gave it to me - what's it from?
complete stranger: Um... nothing. A webcomic about talking meringues.
you: Ha haa. Okay, thanks. Pervert.

I want some new t-shirts.
Sighh, Melbourne, I'm shopping for shirts there. And Albums.

Would you shave your head if a family member asked you to because they had cancer?
Yes, yes I will... also, i've always wanted to!

What would you do if the doctor told you that you were pregnant?
Freak out and realise I'm Virgin Mary incarnate and tell the doc to worship me.

Did the one person who hurt you the most in your life apologize?
I don't think anyone has hurt me enough for me to start going crazy about whether or not they've apologised.

Are you good at hiding your feelings?
Yes, very good.

Are you wasting your time on someone?
Nope. Never.

Explain the last time you threw up:
I can't recall.

Last thing that made you cry:
Four Words: My Name is Khan.
Bastard movie.

Do you have a bad temper?
No. I'm as cool as a cucumber, yo.


Do you think you’ll be married in 10 years?
I have no idea.

How many funerals have you been to in your lifetime?
Several

How often do you think about suicide?
A lot but in an intellectual way and not about myself, questioning the state of a person's mind when they contemplate such a horrid thing, stuff like that.

What is your deepest fear?
My mom. I'm really scared of her.

Do you REALLY love all your family?
I have no choice. Love is a very... subjective word by the way.

What do you want to believe in?
Uh... That... uh... people aren't shallow and stupid ALL of the time.

Do you have a secret crush on someone?
It's not secret.

Are you proud of who you are?
Yes, I am. My pride is... ridiculous.

Do you feel alone even in crowded rooms?
sometimes.

What is the worst thing a person could do to you and still be forgiven?
Never thought about it.

You’re dying in 10 seconds, what are your last words to your best friend?
…to your worst enemy?
"I love you, I wish you realised that."
It'll screw them up. Badly times.

Do you care if people hate you?
When people hate you, they're actually jealous and I can't give two shits in a pod of peas.

Freedom or safety?
freedom.

Think of a random person, and give them a message here, no names:
Kong Kong ah... Be my wingman. You damn pro la.
Ooops, no name.
Well, otherwise it'll be: I wish I could bring myself to fall for you but it feels... wrong.

Has a song ever made you cry?
Noh, nebarr.

A book ever made you cry?
yes... I think it's one of jean auel's.

Is the world crumbling to pieces?
Global warming, bitchnuggets.

Name one moment where you couldn’t control your rage:
HULK. SMASH!
In theory.

Name one moment where you sincerely wanted to just die:
Never had one.

Say anything you want, anything at all:
AI WANTOOH BRAIK FREEEEEEH... AI WAAHNTOOH BRAAIIK FREEEH... AI WAHNTOOH BRAIKE FREEH FROHM YOR LAIS YOR SO SATTEESFAID AH DOAN NEED YOOAH!

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I had fun trying to give a friend of a friend some 'Irish Luck'
Not just a wingman or wingwoman but a wing-squad!
Much love for my boys and Poe.
Kongkong, you smoooooooooooth.
*high5*

I finally, finally read Scott Pilgrim's first 5 graphic novels, waiting on the 6th. (byBryan Lee O'Malley)
Then I watched the movie and realised Jesse Eisenberg would have made a better Pilgrim than Michael Cera.

I know what you're gonna say.

"But they LOOK THE SAME!"

No, no, they don't.

For one, two and three, Eisenberg is older, cuter and has a nicer jew-fro. AND he can pull off the whole scrufffy hair that Pilgrim had before Ramona cuts it.

Oh, and four, Eisenberg is actually twenty-something (Pilgrim is 23, turned 24 in the something-th book)

I'm just sold on his scruffy hair. heh-heh.

They sounded better in my head. Ramona's biting remarks, Pilgrim's errant cowardice and general sissipantsness, Kim's Kimnessness and well, they all sound better in my head.


ARGH READ THE COMICS DAMNIT!
So many wrong things... so little time.
:(

Vegan psychic, hahahahahahahaha...

Oh, and I have to revamp my stage. It's a little not me, per se.
Balls.
But they LUUUHUUHUUUUUUVE my portfolio.
*beams*

It's Tuesday, early in the morning.
I had ice-cream and I can't sleep.

Later, as the sun rises I shall be scurrying around preparing for the internal crit on Wednesday.
(I've forgotten what time my crit is... I have to ask the P-Man)

My internal clock is messed up thanks to assignments and fasting month.
I'm not complaining, it's just a point I had to make.

Soooooooo...
Finish up the presentation board and off I be to the printers to print a butt-load of stuff then I'm ready for the crit.
It's gonna be mind blowing.

P/S
Wanted: Boyfriend who likes going to the theatre for shows at KLPAC/Actor's Studio/ National Theatre.
I so badly want to go to the theatre at least once a month. They've got so many good things going on. AND I'd pay quite a bit to go watch Spamallot live, in great seats.
I would really like to reconnect with all the theatre people I know. They're just a wonderful bunch of randomers.

P/S/S
I may or may not be a bit too open about the ladybits.
Perhaps I'm too forward thinking?
Or maybe I just know that the vagina isn't something people should giggle about when mentioning. Neither should one giggle when hearing the word "penis". It's a medical term. Grow up.

Names pop into my head frequently. I'm not sure how and why but most importantly WHO they are sometimes.
Today? Dostoyevsky and J. Edgar Hoover.
Why? I have no idea because my mind, or so I thought, was wrapped around doing my 3D CAD work.
I guess my brain works on multiple levels.

If I had to fall in love with a building it has to be G-Tower on Jalan Tun Razak.
It's a prime candidate for really inappropriate comments too.
Why 'G'?

I've still got several things to do before I set out to the printers with a smile on my face.
Here's to a night full of hard work that works out in my favour.

Also, it seems that I have forgotten to save certain render from a certain viewpoint.
Bloody bastard. It's a good thing I saved the scene and all things associated with it. Otherwise you could expect to find a very morose cat in the corner of her room.

I seem to like the sound of Eastern European surnames. They sound very... I don't know. Firm. Masculine. Vaguely harassing. And seems to flow out of my mouth very nicely.

Oh, and by the way, I'm blogging because I'm collecting my thoughts. Not because I am wasting time.
Also, I cut my hair... 5 inches. D:

ALLAH-JESUS-BUDDHA-MO-CTHULHU-FSM fukken A-HOLE-HITLER-STALIN-CATARACT-NICKLEBACK-JUSTINBEIBERSHOULDJUSTDIE! Why is the internet so slowwwwwwww?

Work
Endorsement @ 3pm
Haircut & Wash @ 4pm
Work

... would be the agenda today.
Hope you all have a delicious day, because I am.
*SMILESMILESMILE*

The Cat Empire makes me happy.

By the way,
I did away with a mosquito that bit me yesterday.
Lets call her Edward Cullen from the Toilet Twilight series.

I beheaded Edward Cullen.

(also, to show you that my camera still lives.)

If you get a Raya Puasa text from me,
and you tell me you don't celebrate Raya P,
you're wrong.

As a Muslim you don't celebrate Raya P,
But as a Malaysian it is your sworn duty,
to celebrate EVERY goddamn festival known to man.

Because if there is an open-house, you will make it!
Because if there is food you will eat it!
Because if there is angpao you will try to receive it!
Because if there is a gathering of nonsense to partake in, YOU WILL PARTAKE IN IT!

JUAN MELAYSHIA, YO!
(the most nonsense tag-line anyone ever barfed up on a Saturday morning hangover)
((because we Malaysians have been 1M'sia ever since we were born))
(((seriously, how stupid do they think we are?)))
((((oh, shit, some of these lines rhyme!))))

Most of the time when I design something it isn't dictated by who I am and whether or not I'm thinking. I do what feels good and feels right at the time so designing is a constant process of additions and subtractions. The smug feeling I get is when I start getting rid of things I don't think needs to be there. Then when it's all done, there's a great tide of relief and a sense of pride.

This is only realised after several blown out designs that I have made that neither made me feel good or looked good. It was a horrible experience but one does learn from one's mistakes.

This post is about the lady-bits and the red tide (Re: Period), boys, please don't read. It's a little bit TMI.

Before going to Bali for the holidays I had bought a mooncup for the red tide and I tried to use it there using the C-fold method but it didn't work. So I bought a box of tampons instead. Tampons are pricey.

Day 1 using the mooncup.
Successful insertion! Used the punch-down fold method and it worked! YAY! But now it feels like I've got a balloon up in there. Wtf?
We'll see how it fares through the night.
By the way, ladies, you can refer to this blog post to know what each fold looks like and pick out your favourite.

If this turns out great, and Kim and her mom says it does. I'm recommending it to ALL my girlfriends!
YAY!

Just a re-cap, Menstrual cups are best because they don't cause allergic reactions as they are made using surgical grade silicon and collect instead of absorb. You don't have to spend every month for it as it is re-usable, remember to sterilise it before and after the red tide, though. And because they are reusable, it is environmentally friendly!

Also, I'm going to get a spare just in case. I'll call 'em Thelma and Louise. hahahahahahaha...

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I decided to chuck the whole thing into one post so it's easy to read if you want to find it.

Day 2 using the mooncup.
GORGEOUS! The feeling is just gorgeous! No bunching up pads, no stuffy feeling in the nether regions from tampons, no leakages and definitely no TSS (toxic shock syndrome) scare.
The only problem is getting used to feeling the suction from the seal. No, your uterus is not going to be pulled from your va-j-j. After about 5 minutes you don't even remember it's there.
*smug*
Will check up after the 'heaviest' night if there's any leakages.

Day 3 using the mooncup.
Heeehhehehhee... Passed with flying colours!
No longer updating, seems trivial to be repeating what I've been saying, oh, I don't know, the same thing again?

Wheeeeeeeee!

I want to cut my hair.
(On further inspection, I found split-ends. Time to chop hair off.)

Things to do (most saved under PDF files) for Friday, 3rd September 2010:
- Budget and Costing Sheet
- Presentation Boards -halfway!
- Finish labelling and legends for construction sheets
- Axonometric View
- General Concept Sheet
- Display Panel Concept Sheet
- Top-up the Power Point presentation with neglected items.

Things to do before Monday, 6th September 2010:
- 3D renderings, completed.
     (2 for stage, 2 for exhibition booth.)
- Printing!

I want to have a nap. But I also want to finish SOME work first.

I haven't slept and I've got to go see me lecturer at 9:50AM.
I'm tired, zombified and I am generally unamused.
I'm also feeling rather like a 5 year old who wants cookies.
... Mmm... Cookies...

I need a hug and a nap.
In no particular order.

On Friday I promised I was going to make biskut samprit.
I am so not in the mood anymore.

ARGH.
At least my Bullshit Lobe on the middle of my brain still works.
I just hope I don't end up singing random songs along the way.

Oh, also, I should stop rambling incessantly to the internet.

And, I shall be hiding from everyone and do my work like a good little girl for the whole week. Basically I'll be MIA til raya -- but available on teh intertoobs, as usual because by then I have no REAL life, just a pixellated one.

Sekian and good mourning to all.