Where the hell did my money fly off to??
This means I'll be living like a poor person for two months -- well, 5 out of 8 weeks anyway.
No more lavish eating. It'll be roti murah or nasi with lauk for a week... maybe even just salad... With fortnight maggi days. Oh, and BUDU!

Haish... And I thought I underbudgeted.
But. My dad still owes me some money so I have that to fall back on if anything... And I haven't changed my USD to AUD yet so that's a little bit more loot to have if necessary.
Also, all the bills have been paid, YAY!

Challenge: Live on 50 bucks for the next two weeks.
Status: Accepted.
Commence date: Monday, 30th May 2011
End date: Sunday, 13th June 2011

Existing money in wallet: $12.30 << Weekly challenge: Try not to withdraw any money. At all.

Ah, and things I want to bring back from KL.
Sheysha pot
3 books for reading
warm-type clothes
wifi entennae for the desktop
Sneakers and closed-type shoes and socks
Bubble Machine and Foot Tub
Printer ink!
... I can't think of anything else at the moment.

Oh, I cannot wait to go back home. :D

Faja's birthday tomorrow. I shall call and wish him in the morning, then I have a brunch with Ashie before I go do work for the presentation.
Ergh, money going to printing for the presentation. I hate. I HATE.

I made cake in a cup. No, not a cupcake. A chocolate cake... in a cup.

I made too much and it overflowed and I stood at the kitchen counter eating the cake that spilled over. There's still a lot left in the mug. I got full.

Recipe:

4 tbsp sugar
4 tbsp self raising flour
1 egg
3 tbsp vege oil
3 tbsp milk
3 tbsp cocoa powder
3 tbsp nutella

nuke it in the microwave for about 2 minutes... or 3 et voila! OMNOMNOMNOM...
I'm gonna try turning it into a brownie next time...

Since it's Saturday in the wee hours of the morning. 8PM tonight is Tapas night! YAY YAY!
It's been a while since I had a proper shindig.

KL in less than a month! OMG I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MY CAT!

Talk to barista to ask about previous barista, find out previous barista is married, therefore unhittable. Change plan to barista being spoken to, find out he has a girlfriend. CHANGE PLAN. Say I'm new and would like to expand the network. Saved.

Hit on The Cheese Guy next time I buy cheese... Which I have to for tapas night.

Which brings me to the trainee at Officeworks QV who narrates everything he does because he doesn't really know where and what everything is. Quite cute sebab suara dia lawa and dia cakap lebih pagi pagi buta. Couldn't be bothered to get his name cos I go to officeworks all the time. Kalau dia tak ingat scootergirl, dia fail.

Aaaaaaaaaanyway,
The Lemming Theory Project persists and is on the final stage of production. In less than two weeks will be the Design Proposal Presentation in front of a panel of four plus possibly a horde of second and third year students potentially giggling at the noobie-oobies, i.e.: Me.

There was a mock presentation last Tuesday which I was mildly prepared for as usual and I arrived well before my stipulated time which meant that I had the chance to observe other mock presentations as well but the horror of horrors happened after I came back from an unhealthy lunch at the 'mamak'. Mee goreng, definitely not something you want to consume before a presentation less your brain goes to mush, which my brain definitely did. The part of my brain where speech and words intermingled went on a meltdown and when I opened my mouth I sounded like a 5th grade child trying to explain quantum mechanics in Swahili. But my superior slides made up for it and they partly understood where I was getting at and I apologised for the mush-brain phenomenon. The point for the whole shindig was to shoot out questions and opinions on how to make better the presentation, verbal incoherence aside, and that was executed without a hitch. I now know what I'll be doing and what I'll be leading them through. Oh, and I need to work on the elevator pitch because mine was ghastly and too verbose. For shame, Sha, For shame.

Tonight's dinner is poached salmon salad with blue cheese dressing and for tea, the last bit of tiramisu I made yesterday which was consumed in fervour by four other people. I haven't even touched it yet. Sadness.

I might get my internet soon! Yay! Which means I can get back to being a computer bum, Yay! All the joyous things on the interfarts I can soon grasp, the meandering in technospace and discovery of previously discovered things posted by other people, me, not being bored at home. Oh, yeah, and skype sessions with the lovelies. XD

By the way, I need a new camera, preferably a small DSLR. My lecturer commented on phone camera shots being... horrid... so I hae to get a proper camera that takes nice pictures and isn't too heavy... Oh, and is affordable.

On the playlist while I sort out my brain for the final job this semester. I have resolved to calling all assignments a job:

- The Agonist's Lullabies for the Dormant Mind.

- We Are Scientists' With Love and Squalor

... On loop until I get sick of it then I switch to iTunes turned to shuffle.

I got my head checked but not by a jumbo jet, magician actually. hahahahah...

Apparently I'm an obscenely level person with an ego the size of the known universe. Ah, and I'm an asshole. Not that I have a problem with that seeing as I'm proudly smug about it.

Today's work, probably until in the wee hours of the morning, will be centered around 'The Lemming Theory' which is what I've decided to call the final Job for the Semester. I would probably end up doing a 3D rendering of the 'finished' idea for the presentation.

I'm pitching an idea to a panel. Yeay, I'm so full of butterflies because it's a panel of external judges and generally people I don't know.

Anyway, Things I have learnt about myself:
- I have a part of me that's extremely doting. When that pat of me goes unused it builds up until so much pressure is exerted and it explodes turning me into some kind dotingwhore and I pretty much mother-hen everyone. Kind of scary.

I am, right now, writing my History/Theory essay for Semester one. Hopefully I'll be done with about a quarter at least before I go to my individual tutorial this afternoon.

I'm writing about light and the sublime from the week 5 lecture. I have to shower, get dressed, have breakfast and leave in about 45 minutes... Well, half an hour to be safe. It's 11AM now and my tutorial is at 12:20PM, after which will be free coffee and asam laksa for lunch. WHEEE!

I live in my room... It's warm-ish here and it's got most of my shit. The rest of my shit is back in KL, of which I'll be bringing it back here. My shit is awesome.

Anyway, here I now sit, it's 4PM at the OzAsia office perusing their wifi and doing work. I have a brain block at the moment and it's going to take me about 15 minutes to boot-up. Yes, running DOS because running windows would mean my brain has no excuse to load slowly. Lovely.

HA-HA-HA TORRENTS!

Countdown to balik!
t-34 days!

Nak makan good cheap food. OMG GOOD CHEAP FOOD.

I am supposed to do my essay but intertia is a bitch.

Dear God I have another term of History/Theory, someone kill me now!

At least, with Raffles I only had to endure 3 months of each subject, especially the ones I was least favourable of. But here, apparently H/T is really that vital for me that I, well, we as a class have to take it for two terms. I sigh loudly. I'm also more inclined to bitch about it. Mainly also because I fervently dislike my tutorial lecturer. She talks to herself and tells me naught when I shoot her questions. Added to the fact that because she tells me naught, I had scored less than satisfactory out of ten for my essay plan. How was I to know that an essay plan entailed a whole chunk of what was going to already be there? I've never done an essay plan before so I thought it was just an outline of what I will be writing about. Yes, I am raging and yes, I did ask her what an essay plan fucking is and like I said: She tells me naught! Nothing! Jack shit!

I am currently in the process of writing my travel journal. I know, I know, I should have done it earlier but I really couldn't be arsed before today. I'm not about to write belligerently about the weekly tasks though because I'm just that poetic. Everything I've written sounds so... dramatised... and out of eight weeks of work I've done but two. The third one is underway even if none of the bits of week three tie in to each other. I guess I'll have to BS my way out of that. I need them all done by tonight! Pulling an all-nighter just to sleep in on Sunday and print and arrange and make the lightbox. Oh, man, lights are so much fun. Yay for James Turrel.

I am super aware that the house has very thin walls and when people are in the house I speak less as opposed to if I were the only one in the house my mouth will not cease... When I'm on the phone, I mean. That's mainly because I keep few who know me well for some things and few who know me well for others. Not many know me in entirety, I'll leave it at that, Let's just say it's a defence mechanism.

Three down, five to go. I'm not writing the it on James Turrell, well, trying to anyway, but my head's just not in it and I do have to pee. But that means taking off my socks, getting out of bed, and going to the bathroom which has a draft. Not very comfortable. See, in KL, the only problem you'd have is melting from the heat. I can live with that because you can always kill the heat with ice-cream, cold water or just standing in front of an open door. The cold on the other hand... You can only do one thing: Hide.

Four down. Now, I really have to pee. I'll also heat up my hot chocolate for the second time. There's a bunch of morons making a shit load of noise outside my window and I feel like throwing a fit. Four more.

Five down. Three to go.

Six down. Two to go. Still have not gone to the loo. Still have not reheated the hot chocolate. Still somewhat sleepy that I think I might retire to bed and continue in the morning.

Yes, I fell asleep in the middle of writing the penultimate one. So here I am continuing this. Consider this post an amalgam of two days worth of brainfarts. I'd probably be living on toast and eggs until I finish it and get it printed.

The final piece. OMG YAY! I will eat something when I have finished writing. Then it'll be a case of arranging them on a surface with pictures and going to have them printed. The day is horribly grey as I sit on my bed, covered under a duvet. Bundled up pretty much the same as last night tapping away on the laptop. It's a serene sense of being as I listen to the sounds of the keys being hit and the the whirring of the washing machine where my bedsheets, duvet cover and pillow cases roll around, getting clean. The house is getting more and more liveable. I'm used to it, somewhat. Four years, that's how long I'll be here.

Last night, in the middle of writing I had thought of my late grandfather, a kind, gentle man, I sat, weeping softly and inconsolably for a few minutes. Ah, the finality of death.

Actually, I got halfway through my last article before succumbing to the hunger and now I work at the dining table with a frittata and buttered toast. Hee!

Done!

I missed May the Fourth... be with you. But here's an overdue post of awesomeness.



Ngehehhehe...

Best hot chocolate ever, makes 2 cups:

3 tbsp drinking chocolate powder
1 1/2 tbsp baking chocolate powder
2 average sized mugs of milk
2 chocolate-mint thins (after eights)
2 teaspoons of Nutella

1. Scald the milk.
2. put in all powdery stuff and stir til it's all mixed proper.
3. put rest of the stuff and pour into mug.
4. DRINK! ENJOY!

I'm procrastinating. Tee-hee!

1. HOLY SHIT! MY FRIEND! HOLY SHIT I HEAR KOMPANGS! I SO GEMBIRASSSS!

2. Malasnya nak buat kerja.