Knights Are Sissies

2012-01-27T15:11:00.002+08:00

All I do I do to make the parental units feel calmer, safer and generally more secure of the fact that their daughter, their first born, is alive and kicking and happy. Let it be known that I am happy as long as they don't feel the need to fret anymore. Waiting for the day where I shall fret over them and they'll try to swat me away for being always in their shit. Bwahaha-hahaha-haha.

On a less predecessor and more successors note,

Loki, Hades and Kali. I chop these names for my yet unborn spawnlets. You take it, I kill you.

I FORGOT TO GET FOOD GRADE GYPSUM TO MAKE DELISHUS TAU FOO FAAAAA... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKHHHHHH.

The day is done, I now sit on my laptop facing the sun as it takes forever to set. The heat on my skin makes me feel like I'm some kind of lightbulb, warm and glowing. The smell of home-made nasi bubur is wafting through the house, so delightful. Little Wing playing on my speakers. It's Jimi Hendrix time.

Here's a jam done by Eric Steckel. I creamed my pants. Yay.

I creamed and then barfed rainbows.

2012-01-24T15:09:00.002+08:00

Sha, you need to grow a pair and stop being such a pussy.

Wait...

2012-01-23T23:16:00.000+08:00

Experience is one way of knowing what you like to do and what you don't like to do. I'd experienced something I didn't like today and I doubt I'd do that again. But the pissed-off feeling dissipated thanks to someone. Cryptic, I know but it's important that I leave names out of the equation.

I still have lots of things to do since I'm back here. Gotta buy the nommy essentials like vegetables, milk, eggs and bread, amongst other things. I realise that pasta is probably the most ridiculously easy thing I can make for myself. Would probably make myself a quick quiche tomorrow for dinner.

When am I going to get the bill for the next semester? It hasn't arrived yet. :| It should have.

What I'm feeling isn't 'just a phase' anymore. It's full-blown.

2012-01-17T23:29:00.001+08:00

I'm not perching on my high horse, I have no high horse, nor can I perch on anything and I'd rather not have to get off that alleged high horse and shovel the horse shit. No, I don't have a horse.

Practice what you preach may be the hardest damn thing anyone could ever do but goddamn, I'm trying very hard. There's no self pity here, just a rolling stone. Continuously tumbling and when it hits a creek it morphs into the cool waters that cascades, eventually, into the sea. The vastness of the oceans mimic my untapped emotions which I've learned to shut down. Victimless, it finds its way elsewhere. Fuel to burn.

Places to go, people to see, things to do. Always in motion, none the stagnation of vulnerability. None. The stench of depression reeks through the air amongst my friends and family but I am yet unaffected. I wear a mask that filters it out. It's all happy butterflies, unicorns and rainbows in my head. Okay, I lied. The inside of my head smells of injustice, occasional hurt and uncertainty. It's dark, Film Noir dark. I narrate my actions in black and white and it's raining. What I put on my face, that beaming smile, that happy giggle and the glint in my eye. Lies. Half the time I feel cold and dead inside.

Cold.

Dead.

The years are passing by quick, now. So quickly that one day I could look in the mirror and see greying hair and smile lines. Maybe eventually I'll be pleased with what I've built. I have a long way to go. My empire. The fall of which would be devastating to me. I do it for those I love unconditionally.

Then there's the part of me that feels completely useless in a crowd. I would love to help. I dislike being coddled but the fact remains. Stiff upper lip, heart as far away from my sleeve as possible. Be still my beating...

An open mind shall I keep for the coming months, an open heart shall I keep for the whole year.

Dragons be good to me.

2012-01-16T23:58:00.000+08:00

I forgot what I was going to write but it was something along the lines of finding out something hilariously disturbing about someone. It's the kind that you reply with the "Oh my God, no way! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,"

I'm not in liberty to say what it is and who does it only that it's funny and I laughed bricks for a good moment or so. Then I felt like krahp because a part of me died.

The rest of this is in the secret blog because I'm a little pussy when it comes to my feelings. Sekian.

2012-01-06T23:02:00.000+08:00

I need to clock in AT LEAST one dive a year. So, if the Clan decide to dive in August, I might not have the funds to. Which means I have to dive in December on the West Coast. It's not ideal but beggars can't be choosers.

Scheduling. I find it so malas to have to schedule using the tiny laptop. Tak best. Wide screen better. That doesn't mean I won't do it, it just means I'll procrastinate. Hahaha...

I had posted up a Youtube video that showcased a very abstract 'dance' called Butoh. Look it up, Wiki it, whatever makes you happy.

Ash posted a link to a Food Lover's cleanse which I will attempt to do because I think it's a lovely idea and only works when I cook for myself.

2012-01-02T13:00:00.000+08:00

There's something about the American (North) media portrayal of evil people loving classical music or playing classical music moments before the hero decides to pop by -- Okay, maybe not just North American media. I love classical music but I'm not predisposed to bad-ass villainy, nor am I particularly evil. I do enjoy a few evil munchies once in a while like cakes and ice-cream... Supposedly evil because the media says it makes you fat. I do also have a few minions. But in my defence, I love them and care for them and give them adorable pet names.

I listen to classical because it's lovely and tends to screw around with my feelings and heart rhythms because that's how bad-ass classical music is. Granted, I do have more than my fair share of epic bad-assery in my blood thanks to the parental units and heritage. I have to admit, I'm pretty bad-ass. Bad-ass. Bad. Ass.

I'm hungry.

2012-01-01T00:21:00.002+08:00

It's 12:21AM, the thunderings of fireworks have died down. Finally.

I sit here in front of my laptop pondering the schedule for the next few days. Ushering the new year usually means a shitload of planning and waiting for banks and offices to re-open so I can continue running errands. Thus is myself, in a perpetual state of planning.
... And brainfarting.

Twitter was down for maintenance so I have to post these brainfarts here...

12:28AM I did NOT know Shaggy (from Scooby Doo) had Rogers as his surname. All these years... *dramatically upset*

12:58AM I hope 2012 is brave enough to survive me.

1:04AM I realise that I've gained fats because I make a lot of desserts for myself.

1:04AM So decadent.

1:05AM Watching That Effing Show.

1:12AM Perhaps the year to tell the ruling coalition to GTFO. Yeas?

1:21AM I feel like making creme caramel. #thisiswhyyouarefat #whatever

1:35AM You're listening to BFM 89.9... Wat u tokking??

1:40AM Axis of Evil YAY!

2:07AM Internet decides to be a complete shit, I guess it's tido time.

2011-12-31T14:04:00.001+08:00

It's the last day of 2011. It's bright and sunny outside, the cars are zooming past because traffic isn't horrendous yet and many people I know won't be around to celebrate it with me. Everyone's got their own thing going on this year.

I have a party to go to later tonight but right now I really couldn't be bothered.

Things to be thankful about in 2011:
- Family
- Friends
- New acquaintances
- Tape Melbourne
- Finishing year one of ID in RMIT (three more to go!)
- First Raya in the apartment
- Comfort in a new city
- Being loved by the ones who matter
- Events that herald new traditions

Summation of 2011 in 3 words:
- Change, Reaction, Success

2011, Wish it didn't happen:
- Put on weight from not exercising

Looking forward to 2012:
- *ehem*
- Strandbeest!
- Having the apartment to myself for a solid month
- The Awesome Forum**
- Year 2

Okay, it's set. I'll be ushering the new year by grounding myself, let the good vibes flowwwww...

** The Awesome Forum:
A communion of peoples for my birthday, pot-luck, music, games, drinks and amazing people mingling amazingly.

2011-12-30T00:53:00.000+08:00

2012 is upon us and I have resolutions.

1. To be more direct with my feelings.

2. To stop (Actually do less of it, not cease completely) protecting people from their own vices, from their flaws, from other people's judgements towards them.
I have to stop making excuses for other people's bad behaviour when the topic turns up in another conversation. I am not their mothers. I am their friend. Everyone has flaws.

BUT.

What I dont like is when my friends tokkok about my other friends like they know each other when I've only let them be around each other a few times. If you want to tokkok, tok la... as long as there's truth in your words and not just your inaccurate, condescending and highly subjective point of view, please, could you just STFU. I will tell you honestly that ALL the people around me who are around me by their own accord are lovely and have a heart of gold and you have to remember that they too have flaws because they're human. So when these alleged flaws are impressed upon I WILL protect them for they have been unduly judged by those not of their peers.

3. Get rid of redundant people in my circle.

Honestly, this world is quick moving and result oriented. I'm not going to lie and say that I'm a peace loving hippy living here on planet earth to just trip and do nothing but exist in my own state of nothingness. No. I have an amazing future to work forward to with the people I know who can work WITH me. An empire will be built with an amazing group of people I hold dear. No, not all of them will be high flyers but they are an important member or society and will be the movers and shakers of the future.

Momo called me out on my classist/strata-ist nature but I say that it's not the social class/strata that I hate, it's the fact that they they have that particular class mentality. Complacency and this idea that things will be the status quo forever, the inability to look past tomorrow, or plan for something, or live for something, or to even realise that material posessions do not make a man or woman. It makes you dispensable, unimportant and insignificant because you become a product for the mass market, the capitalist society that we live in. Their gods are not supreme beings. Their gods are inanimate THINGS! I find it disgusting. They ARE the Soylent Green!

4. Work smarter, play wiser and be thankful for everything.
Life is not just about work. Life is about striving for better things while enjoying also being alive. Life is also about being thankful for the things you have that you needed because the things you want you can get later.

5. Plan. Plan. Plan.
If you fail to plan. you plan to fail..

2011-12-24T17:38:00.000+08:00

In my room, on the bed with a laptop on my lap. Queens of the Stone Age is playing on my kick-ass stereo system and I'm eating leftover Blackout Cake. Delicious, delicious Blackout Cake. My mind is sedated, the day has been spent doing nothing in particular -- my favourite past time.

It's the day after a new RSGC Clan tradition: XMOOSE. Every 23rd now we celebrate with those we love. Take pictures and be merry. Next year it'll be held at another house. Maybe at Dee's so that we can have some vino and other happydrinkies. What I'd like to take to XMOOSE next year would be a significant other.

I've realised that I've gone back to hanging out with the people I hung out with as a child. They're comfortingly familiar, have no hang-ups and are pretty much on the same wavelength. Another thing I've realised is that it may possibly be an end of an era for the TTDI Clan. Grass of Patch will no longer be something to look forward to for New Year's Eve. Sure, we'll meet up and hang around once in a while but it's not something common anymore. Not that I won't want it to be but with most of them working, it's hard to find the time to stay up until ridiculous hours. Weekends are the only option and with my wide circle, care is taken to meet up and hang out with a majority of them. I'm not a social butterfly, I just like keeping in contact with people.

Happy Christmas to everyone, celebrating it or not, I wish you a Joyous family gathering and new year.

2011-12-18T23:31:00.000+08:00

Sometimes in life you allow yourself to open your eyes and realise who around you is good for you and who around you isn't. Then it's just a matter of knowing, then, what to do with that information. Whether or not you wish to continue letting those around you be exposed to the horrid ones, be a hero and break it off or quietly suffer alone knowing that these individuals would eventually destroy you.

I am one of the few people whom, on occasion, choose to break ties as soon as possible because I value my sanity and health in the long-run. This has also given me an uncanny ability to judge whether a person is genuinely nice or not, barring other character flaws. I see the hearts of people. I see their humanity and I'd like to say that those I've stuck with for so many years are the most wonderful people I have had the honour to get to know.

2011-12-14T23:20:00.000+08:00

Judge said this reminded him of me. I'm inclined to agree.

Now, where's my monocle and hat... and fake 'stache?

2011-12-13T16:58:00.000+08:00

Right, so the Pre-Christmas potluck is on the 23rd of December for the RSGC Clan + some others. Keyword is 'potluck'.

It's also a secret santa thing so the namelist must be confirmed!

What shall I make?

Roast?

Anyway, it has somewhat dawned upon me that Apple users might have a disability whereby they cannot sample anything because they are so true to Apple and that has become their religion. This is confirmed when a friend of mine, an avid Apple fan, won an amazingly high-tech phone but he wants to sell it because he doesn't care to use it. Of course he's also thinking of the extra money he'll make but that's beside the point.

On another note, I'm looking at buying the Samsung Galaxy tab 10.1 wifi only tablet to replace the laptop because it's getting a wee bit old.
I need to troll Low Yat with a certified tech nerd, a nerd of nerds, that can nerdify nerds at lowyat. Nerding like a bawse.

2011-12-12T22:53:00.000+08:00

The weekly agenda:

PHYSIO/OCCU ALL THE WEEKDAYS!
Visit gramma at LD8
YTF with May & Meng?
Pick up my much needed doshies and change it to ringgits
Make delicious desserty things to send to people
Get SOOPAHNACHOOREL from Lord Soso
Dd's party
Finish making costume props
Go costume shopping with the womenfolk
Volunteer rostering and emails to Renee

I cant think of anything else to do...

Next week?
Lunch with the womenfolk @ Crumbs
See Momo
Schedule meetings with the Raffles lot
Pester Nas into going to Levain for delicious bread things
Night out with the bros?

Random updates
Had a facial at Clarins, KLCC.
The twat is playing badminton.
I have problems with people typing o as 0 and it c0ming 0ut like it was written by a m0r0n. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!
Ugh... The beginning of the week.

2011-12-11T15:58:00.000+08:00

My hair that once had blond streaks is now in the process of becoming red. Hells yeah!

There are several things that are driving me crazy at the moment, a few of which will be written down in my ranty secret blog of ranty-bloggyness because well, I can.

10 minutes before I wash the gunk off my head to reveal some sort of red hue. I'm not quite sure yet what to expect aside from it being red. Trivial. Consider this a random update post to tell you that I'm doing well here in KL. Spoke to Zi and she pretty much convinced me to go register for the RSGC membership as a long term investment and free-time killer. Ordinary membership in one of the most prestigious golf clubs in the heart of KL. Rubbing shoulders with the other bigwigs will be a daily occurrence. And three generations of my family already being members since the end of the world wars. AND and that the hall of fame already has several names I am overly familiar with. I grew up there and made lifetime friends there therefore I want my kids to do the same. I love RSGC. Everybody is somebody there so there's no brown-nosing or no-class OKBs, just friendly faces everywhere.

Add on after lunch:
Went for a year-end prize giving ceremony lunch thing at the Fairway. Didn't get to eat at the Rotunda cos Zi was still sleeping. Oh,well.

My hair is red :D

2011-12-06T14:42:00.000+08:00

I should still be alseep. Why am I not alseep? I'm on holiday, damnit!

Oh, yay! May just passed me the phone unlock link. I am happy now that my changgih phone is once again usable! Oh, shit, I just got an invitation to a friend's wedding on the 10th and I have to find a plus one. Then I can wear nice-nice and they can tolak wheelchair. hahahahaha... But seriously, I'd probably die of boredom amidst people I don't know.

What's a wedding if not an excuse to flaunt the bride and groom and free food...

I remember telling a friend of mine who had recently gotten engaged that whoever had been invited, she only needed to worry about the immediate family because as luck would have it, you only saw the rest about once a year.

The in-laws are always another hurdle. There's always SOME problems when it comes to the in-laws. They may like you, they may not like you and so on and so forth.

I'm rambling on, time to practice the guitar.

2011-12-05T23:56:00.001+08:00

I stop myself from dishing the dirty details of my inner self into this public blog for fear of judgement.

I am strong -- or I project an image of strength. .
I am stable -- or I project an image of stability.
I am unwavering -- but I can flicker in self doubt.
I am committed -- but I succumb to unsureness.
I am stone cold -- but it's a lie.

On a tangent,
Had a lovely chat with the Momo and the Kim during daylight hours and the Pup during the night.

2011-12-05T09:22:00.003+08:00

Things ringing in my head:
I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and
NUGGETS!!!!!!!!!!!

2011-12-03T08:17:00.002+08:00

I'm back in KL and waiting to go to my friend's engagement this afternoon. Also I'm hungry and feeling extremely lazy.

Gotta wrap the present... Gotta wrap ALL the presents, even the ones for Christmas!

Was playing almost everywhere in Melbourne. It's a pretty song though.

Seriously, it's been on play for an hour already. Dengar sampai muak.

2011-11-28T21:30:00.001+08:00

Ladies and gentlemen, Year one of the ID degree is OVER!

Credit and Distinction, yo.
Awesomesauce.

2011-11-26T06:19:00.000+08:00

My mother has vetoed the arrival of the sheysha pot which means I have to buy one here. :(
The internet has too many, and I don't know which one to choose! Keeping it under 100 dollars.

Such a trivial day where I sit and wonder if I should paint my nails or just keep them nude.

Have to send a few emails out and wondering if I should go downstairs to get some sushi or some kind of lunch food.

Change of plans: Sent emails, went to vic market, didn't buy sushi.

2011-11-23T21:40:00.000+08:00

I spent the whole day, aside from dinner with Pauline, re-watching The Alien Quadrilogy and still enjoy it. It reminds me how much I am
a) shit scared of those things
and
b) always in awe with Ellen Ripley. She will always be that one hero who kicked ass, died and then kicked ass again.

Her character always grew in badassery and command until the final series where she was the ultimate kickass and a lot more human than most people are with a lot less bullshit.

That is all for today. I have meandered enough.

WHY THE FFFFUUUUUUU IS THE DRYER STILL ON?!

2011-11-22T21:07:00.000+08:00

So...

‎1 - Go to wikipedia and hit random. The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.
2 - Go to quotationspage.com and hit random. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.
3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”. The third picture, no matter ...what it is, will be your album cover.
4 - Use photoshop or similar (picnik.com is a free online photo editor) to put it all together.
5 - Post it with this text in the "caption" and TAG the friends you want to join in

Fuck that shit, this is blogged. I did not tamper with anything. This is the serious lol!

Photo is from Aignes who has the most amazing photos EVARRR...

2011-11-21T19:41:00.000+08:00

I like words, no, I LOVE words. I have since my mom forced me to read the Peter and Jane series when I was really young. I have since my aunt showed me the world of magic and fantasy. I have since I realised words could make you and break you, hurt you, caress and love you, define you or destroyed you.

I also love words for the pretty poetry they make, long courageous journeys they unfold and hilariously dirty limericks they spin out.

Words are just fun.

But, what pains me is when I wish to write for someone and there's just no one to write for. It's not the same when one writes for an imaginary person. The heart is just not there.

2011-11-20T08:23:00.002+08:00

Douchey is retarded...

Ahahahahahhahaha...

2011-11-19T15:50:00.000+08:00

I'MMMMMMMMM SO BOOOOOOOOOORED!

soooooooooooooooooooooooo
soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooored.

And the day is soooooooooooooooooooooooo
greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...

It's been overcast and grey all day,
drizzling every so often when it feels like it.

It's awful...

Then there was that fog that blanketed the city sometime in the afternoon.
Muh...

*annoyance*

2011-11-18T15:53:00.001+08:00

A good many things have flooded into the sekretblog because the ovaries are being annoying and stuff happened that I am not in liberty to discuss. It's about me and not other people so worry not thy pretty little head.

2011-11-15T10:15:00.000+08:00

So, Marriage is the word for the week... Again thanks to Lord Soso and Kynakyns (different marriages by the way) and i've decided to add on the engagement rings that I had posted HERE.

Wedding bands are supposed to be simple and considering the 3-stone iBraggiotti ring that I'm fawning over, this Moebius Strip inspired wedding band is just perfect.

(http://www.etsy.com/listing/25283140/mobius-wedding-or-committment-ring-in)

Etsy stores FTW. It'd be perfect in platinum with the spouses name engraved on the inside.

2011-11-14T22:53:00.000+08:00

I'm going to Soundwave *boingboingboing*

2011-11-12T16:57:00.001+08:00

And a gay guy SAVES THE DAY! At the beach, i mean, and almost dislocated my shoulder but whatever la. hahahaha...

Day at the beach ogling a multitude of good looking men.

YEAAAAAAAY!

2011-11-09T21:44:00.002+08:00

I finally watched A Curious Case of Benjamin Button and now I have a pseudo New Orleans accent talking in my head.

BUT
Rene sounds so... :3
(ignoring the fact that he's a baddie in True Blood. Ha.)

Gambit. :3 :3 :3
Have always loved the Cajun accent more.

2011-11-08T13:47:00.004+08:00

An email from the Bossman informed me that I had sent out the right date of the wrong month. My reply?

"omg... OHMYGOD*sends addendum email*

thankyou..."

Yes, because I'm special like that.

Oh, and I bought 18 dollars worth of chocolates yesterday. It's 80 grams but well worth it. I love orange ganache in chocolate.

And these grapes suck, the ones I'm currently consuming. Oh, well, it's still fiber.

Also also, I may have a gang to go for Soundwave because if Don K stays true to his word he's going to introduce me to some of his friends who have similar tastes in music to yours truly.

By the way Baked Garlic Fries... nomnomnom...

Sekian,

2011-11-04T15:25:00.000+08:00

It's over and now I'm lazy.
I'm re-installing all the Sims 3 things that i have and making sure they all work right.

Oh, did I mention I've received my ticket for Soundwave in March? Hyyeaaaaaasssssss I'm a happy little kitten.

Last installation an then I can play... Bahaahahahah... Long time :|

2011-11-02T16:54:00.002+08:00

Most of the time, when I have to work, nonsense happens.

Me (7:32 PM)

WHAT YOU DOING?

Grampooh (7:33 PM)

I WERKING

lol

Me (7:34 PM)

OKAY THAT'S COOL

Grampooh (7:35 PM)

LOL

WHAT YOU DOING?

Me (7:36 PM)

I'M SHOUTING IN MY HEAD

AND DOING WERK TOO

I LIKE SHOUTING IN MY HEAD

MAKES ME THINK IM CRAZY

ALSO I THINK IM QUITE HILARIOUS

Grampooh (7:40 PM)

HAMAGAD UR HILARIOUS

Me (7:40 PM)

WHY THANK YOU

Grampooh (7:40 PM)

LETS JUST SHOUT ALL DAY

Me (7:40 PM)

I THINK THAT'S A BRILLIANT IDEA!

SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT

Grampooh (7:40 PM)

YAY

SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT

Me (7:40 PM)

WHY IS YOUR FONT SIGNIFICANTLY BIGGER THAN MINE?!

Grampooh (7:41 PM)

I HAVE NO IDEA

Me (7:41 PM)

I JUST REALISED

YAY!

Grampooh (7:41 PM)

MAYBE BECAUSE I AM AWESOMER!

YAY!

Me (7:41 PM)

MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE OLDER THAN ME!

Grampooh (7:41 PM)

NO ITS BECAUSE I AM AWESOMER!

Me (7:41 PM)

OMG I DO SOUND CRAZY

I AM CRAZY!

Grampooh (7:41 PM)

DO I AWESOME?

Me (7:41 PM)

WHEEEEEEEE

DO YOU AWES- NO I AM AWESOMEREST

Me (7:42 PM)

I WILL NOW SHOUT WITHOUT PUNCTUATION

Grampooh (7:42 PM)

DO I AWESOME!!!

Me (7:42 PM)

I AM AWESOME

Grampooh (7:42 PM)

I AM AWESOMERESTEST

Me (7:42 PM)

IF I READ THIS AGAIN TOMORROW I WILL WTF

I AM AWESOMERESTESTESTNESSESS

Grampooh (7:43 PM)

I AM WTF-ING NOW

Me (7:43 PM)

I WANT STEAK

Grampooh (7:43 PM)

I AM AWESOMERESTESTESTNESSESSTESSTESSNESSTESSS

Me (7:43 PM)

TESTICULARITY

Grampooh (7:43 PM)

STEAK SOUNDS GREAT

I WOULD WANT ONE TOO

Me (7:44 PM)

YOU HAVE TWO TESTICULARITIES YOU DONT NEED ANOTHER ONE

Grampooh (7:44 PM)

I WANT STEAK TOO

Me (7:44 PM)

I FINISHED A WHOLE BAG OF MNMS

Grampooh (7:44 PM)

NOW U MADE ME WANT STEAK

Me (7:44 PM)

I AM KING

KING OF PERSUASIVITY

Grampooh (7:44 PM)

U HAS DINGDONGS?

Me (7:44 PM)

I NO HAS

I HAS JAYJAY

Grampooh (7:44 PM)

U HAS DINGDONGS

U FREAKY

Me (7:45 PM)

DINGDINGS IS A CANDY YES

Grampooh (7:45 PM)

U KING

Me (7:45 PM)

I KING OF AWESOME

Grampooh (7:45 PM)

U HAS DINGDONGS

Me (7:45 PM)

I KING OF OPPOSITE DAY ALSO

Grampooh (7:45 PM)

AND APPARENTLY OPPOSITE SEX TOO

Me (7:45 PM)

IT WOULD BE GREAT IF I HAS DINGDONG

Me (7:46 PM)

THEN I NO NEED TO HAVE PMS

Grampooh (7:46 PM)

U IS WEIRD

Me (7:46 PM)

I IS

IS NOT SAD

Grampooh (7:46 PM)

IS HAS DINGDONGS IS HAPPY

Grampooh (7:47 PM)

EPIC DINGDONGS OF HAPPINESS

Me (7:47 PM)

YOU REALISE I HAVE TO BLOG THIS WTF

I THINK EPIC DINGDONG WOULD HURT

Grampooh (7:47 PM)

WHAT TA FAK IS I SAYING

Me (7:47 PM)

I DONT KNOW

YOU WEIRD

Grampooh (7:47 PM)

NO YOU WEIRDER

Me (7:47 PM)

YOU WEIRDEST

Grampooh (7:48 PM)

YOU WEIRDEREST

Me (7:48 PM)

YOU WEIRDERESTESTEST

Grampooh (7:48 PM)

TESTICALS

Me (7:49 PM)

TESTICULAR

Grampooh (7:49 PM)

Y U TALK CRAP

Me (7:50 PM)

cos i can

OMG I FORGOT TO SHOUT

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I'm special like that.

2011-11-02T09:08:00.000+08:00

I have been having some funky ass dreams which I obviously can't remember anymore. Dream recording machine, cepatlah invent!

Anyway, ad verbum from my twitter:
I feel like I should post a word from the dictionary a day and stick relevant lols with it. But I couldn't be arsed.

What I mean is I should have a word from the dictionary every time I post and i'll have some form of amusing media to follow it just to prove a point. Key words: Amusing Media.. Yes, that means things which have some serious lulz.
Obviously this series will start from A and it will start as soon as I find me a dictionary. No, I don't have a dictionary in my apartment. We have Google for that.

2011-11-01T15:53:00.002+08:00

Oh my god! The Moebius Strip Project!

How many things can I make using the moebius principle? No, I'm not gonna do math, I hate math. I like money. I like counting money and counting how much money I can make from my existing money... But I hate math.

But I will make things...

Behh... at least making things like the moebius strip isn't as hard as the black hole principle. Oh, I die. It's a good thing I didn't aspire to become a physicist. I'll fail so hard.

Thinks that pop up into my head at 7PM:
If the milky way has a super massive black hole in the middle of it which sucks in the star systems and planets, albeit slowly, but the universe is said to be expanding continuously until it reaches the point of inertia... Doesn't that make both processes moot?

2011-10-30T22:11:00.000+08:00

I just finished re-watching the 1995 make of Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility... Oh, I do so love period shows. Also, the inside of my head sounds like old English which is hilarious and uncommonly proper. Uncommonly.

I was awestruck at how a lazy Sunday of movie-watching and slacking about was quite the contrary to other denizens of the internet, or thus had they proclaimed. So much trouble brewing in he air, so much hate and disdain. Then tonight, I read on one of my friend's status updates her proclamation.

"There should be no room for hate in this world."

To which I replied and have since decided to continue responding in prose.

Hate
Contempt
Lies
False accusations.

A tool for the tool,
Society and her ill-will.
Harm.

The deceit
A slow and debilitating disease.
A rash form of death.
Of decay.

Poor form.
Poor, poor form.

No sooner I,
I'd rather a knife on my side.

A bludgeon to the head.

Morbid and Concise.

The actual wound.

2011-10-28T17:13:00.001+08:00

Post midnight conversational meanderings brought me to thinking about iconic music. The music I grew up with... You know, the ones where if it started playing, a majority of people would chime in.

Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody where people would chime in to that bit in the middle before Brian May's epic guitar solo...
House of Pain's Jump Around where everyone would start jumping... together and i hope the floor doesn't collapes...
Blur's Song 2 where just about anyone would join and "WOO-HOO!"
MC Hammer's Can't Touch This because "Stop, hammer time,"
Sir Mixalot's Baby Got Back because "I like big butts and I cannot lie,"
(dll.)

Yeah, the whole idea that some of the kids I know DON'T know these songs scare me more than my mother and is unacceptable. I feel sorry for them.

2011-10-26T23:11:00.000+08:00

Poem time!
This time with a piece I call...

Sensorium

Audio.

Stimulus.

Euphoric sensory fluctuations

Occurring.

It's happening,

It's emotional, it's awe, it's raw.

It takes you away.

Lights,

Sounds,

Harmonies,

Dissonance.

Nuances of beauty and structure,

Floaty, flighty and free.

Light and devoid of trouble.

Contrasting, inspiring,

Explosions that make the heart race,

The heart skips,

The heart loses a beat,

A brain that suddenly releases its grip on reality.

Your eyes perceive,

your ears hear,

your mind wanders into the murky waters of uncertainty.

You make music.

The colours titillate,

The beats entice,

Your foot taps the ground,

Fingers rapping the surface.

Lips that pucker up.

Inhale,

Exhale.

Sound.

Cosmic Vibrations.

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I feel all tingly inside, a sudden burst of joy. Unimaginable what simple music construction can do to a weary soul.

2011-10-26T06:11:00.000+08:00

I had a creepy-ass dream though I don't quite remember it. It had something to do with an interdimensional safe house, first floor was for a women's club, the upper floor was for some kind of weird fire-pit covered with a large plastic-like tarp and we had to use 'brimstone' to fire it up.

Guy: Can you make brimstone?
Me: If I'm pissed enough... hahahaha... *didn't realise he was serious*

It's freaky because the pit summons things that wouldn't be there otherwise, Like the Minotaur with a giant axe that lead me through the cavernous flux and into the safe house's portal.

I can't remember the rest now. Pfeh.

2011-10-24T20:34:00.000+08:00

My presentation is at 10AM tomorrow. The final render is running now and everything else is done and sitting pretty on my bed. I'll have to wake up early tomorrow to do one more print and get a bagel or something for breakfast and mosey on to uni to start arranging things and hopefully bait someone into helping me pin up.

Man, this post sounds so dead. :|

Good night, world.

2011-10-23T21:26:00.000+08:00

How is it possible that the 21st century can still have computer illiterate under 20 year olds?

SERIOUSLY!
Nobody is that dense!
It's like kuih lapis...
Nay, IT'S LIKE A BLACK HOLE.

2011-10-22T08:01:00.000+08:00

Oh. Dear. God. WHY AM I AWAKE?

Oh, right, Quang needs CAD tutoring.

I'M A FUCKING SAINT OF A FRIEND!

Sorry for the noisy chatters fellow housemates. :(

2011-10-20T13:38:00.001+08:00

Today's post is about fish. Yes, fish.

I've again come across Which Fish Are Okay To Eat? o'er the internet and, true to form, now I feel bad. Not the good kind of bad where you feel cool like the Fonz but bad as in karmatically (I made that word up) you might dissolve into a puddle of blubbering, crying mass on the floor with nobody to tell you it's okay and the fish had it coming. Overdramatic? Not really.

I'm writing down the names of fishes only on the 'Yes' column and attaching photos of them because 1. It's easier for me to commit to memory if I can actually SEE the types of fish and 2. It'll be good to stick to the yesses only.

Coho Salmon

Arctic Char

Barramundi

Cobia

Striped Bass

joke, joke!

Rainbow Trout

Catfish
(I'm thinking all catfish are edible?)

Joking again, there's too many kinds of catfishes to narrow down on just one picture.

Tilapia

Sardines

Dab

Flounder

Red Mullet

Black Bream

Herring from Norway

Mackerel

Gurnard

and it looks like a small aircraft :|

Seabass fished with line and stillnet

Albacore Tuna

Big Eye Tuna

Anchovy

Blackcod/Sablefish

Halibut

Crimson Snapper

Cod

White Seabass

All I can say right now is this fishes are really ugly creatures. And tasty.

2011-10-18T20:44:00.000+08:00

Okay, I didn't go to the PPP (Preliminary Pisser's Presentation) because I am unprepared. Also, I woke up late. Whoop-dee-doodly-doo.

Finish up goddamn CAD so I can move on to doing the presentation pieces and get everything else done. Hish. Harder than I though.

Oh look! An article on table manners! I shall sleep early tonight.

2011-10-17T22:49:00.000+08:00

Who knew beets, garlic, alfalfa, chili flakes, olive oil and pasta would taste so good! I practically inhaled a bowl full of it!

I cannot wait until Studio two is over. It's driving me mad.

Preliminary (pisser's) presentation tomorrow, chances are my brain will just go blweaaahhh and pretty much mean I'd rosakkan the whole thing. I'd much rather stay at home but my ego wont let me. Also, I'm grossly unprepared.

2011-10-15T11:16:00.000+08:00

I got sucked into watching cartoons for a better half of my morning. No, it's not good.

Also, has anyone realised how Jesse Eisenberg...

Looks uncannily like the younger version of Alan Davies?

Who looks quite like a less disheveled version of Marco Pierre White?

I guess I have too much time on my hands. That or the particular Y (or X) chromosome transcends any particular order. The only difference is that Marco is a douche and not at all funny.

2011-10-14T16:28:00.001+08:00

OMG NO MORE HISTORY THEORY 2!

What's left is Studio and Comm. I start work TOMORROW!

2011-10-13T17:55:00.000+08:00

I have officially run out of steam for History Theory 2. Which is great because I only have bits and bobs left to do and off to the printer in the early morning tomorrow before heading to breakfast at that little place in front of Duck Duck Goose. They have some lovely french toast there with poached fruit and ricotta cream.

For the presentation on Tuesday, I must choose my words ever so carefully. Ever. So. Carefully. All my findings and work must not be undermined by the ludicrous act of random tangents by the tutors just because I just so happened to mention something.

FOR CHRISSAKES MY WORK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FUCKING BEANBAGS/FUTONS! WOULD YOU LEAVE IT THE FUCK ALONE?

2011-10-12T14:10:00.001+08:00

ESSAY, Y U NO WRITE YOURSELF?!

#truestory.

2011-10-09T14:53:00.002+08:00

Hi, I'm staring in the face of History Theory 2 thinking up ways to write a response to stuff I don't really care for because I've already written responses for stuff I do care for. I haven't started on my 3k word essay on Surrealism and my Pavilion is being neglected. Truly the start of a lovely weekend.

Things I've got left to do:
The Arts and Crafts Movement
Cubism
De Stijl Write up

Surrealism Essay

Pavilion placement (Sections, Elevations and Plans)
Sketches of the Pavilion
Photos
Model?
Visual hierarchy for the presentation

Organisational Chart for Strandbeest
(which can be explained by Theo Jansen himself on TEDtalks!)

Wheee!

Have less and give more, progress quick but move slowly, be happy.

2011-10-08T01:34:00.000+08:00

Symphonic Metal is the best when you need to work. So beautiful and terrifying.

Soundwave festival is upon us again. One year FLEWWWW by.

2011-10-06T21:06:00.000+08:00

It's quiet time now as I sit and tap on the keyboard, I also make lists in my head so that I can write them down for later.
I feel so disorganised at the moment but it's okay, the weekend is coming and that's usually when I get a lot of work done. Funny isn't it? I guess, in a way it's because I have no interruptions and my time is my own to dictate.

2011-10-05T22:28:00.000+08:00

I've got to consider how my time is spaced out for the next two weeks. I've got assignments that involve a lot of hands-on making and research and it's a pain.

Aside from that it's interesting how some persons react to a certain situation. The most amusing ones run around like a headless chicken in their head and retort with passive aggression. I find it hilarious.

Right, I need to wake up at a god forsaken hour in the morning and do laundry before prepping the kitchen area for work. A lot of work. I intend to finish a bulk of HT2 and Studio 2 sketching before clearing up anything else that doesn't involve the big computer.

Yes, I do judge people by how much they relieve themselves off their alleged stress. I can't help it. Inebriated people often act foolishly, without concern and self respect.

2011-10-05T16:04:00.001+08:00

It's Wednesday and I'm spacing out while thinking of the human contraband. How awful. I think next year I might buy a Samsung Galaxy Tab 10.1 (or whatever comes out that's not an iPhail) because it's time for me to get one. I had cracked the corner screen of my laptop and it looks like spiders had built a home there. Tiny Shelobs come to devour my emails, okay, maybe not. I can still use it though so it's cool.

I am enjoying my two Twelve Foot Ninja LP's and should really start work. Really, really.
Okay, I start reading.

Wait, someone just triggered the emergency alarm and it's telling all of us to 'Evacuate as directed'... I didn't get any directions pun.

2011-10-04T21:29:00.000+08:00

Me crawling in the dark for a while, feeling around for a light. Lo, I find. I am joyous again.

In other words, P didn't screw me over today. I think she's just glad I presented something well thought out.
Ha!

2011-09-30T19:13:00.003+08:00

It's been long since the last bout of poeticity...

In Adequacy

Sarcophagus of silence,

Alone,

Pondering,

Sit staring into darkness the quiet weeps insignificant,

reverberations of adequacy,

Inadequacy,

Thoughts of imperfections,

Minuscule but triumphant.

A hole,

Deep,

Meaningless an abyss of disrepair,

Of self reflection.

Reflection?

Refraction of soul

Askew,

Deliberate,

Callous,

Distant.

Sharp intangible knives,

Stabbing a pain,

The fourth vertebrae.

Collapse,

The ego collapses,

No longer immune.

The sticks,

The stones.

They consume the corpse,

Falls into disregard,

Ignored.

Broken.

But never forever so she awakens.

____________________________

I'm rather pissed at myself for an idiot week. This feeling is awful. Someone cauterise it so that the bleeding stops and I can be genuinely happy.

I'm posting lots of crazy on my twitter right now, sounds like I have the crazies.

Questions off Na's blog from HERE I will answer.

1. Five ways to win my heart:
- Make me laugh
- Nerd/Geek out with as much fervour as I do
- Be nice to the waiter.
- RESPECT MY FAMILY as I respect yours, don't be a douche.
- Read me like a book

2. Something I feel strongly about:
- A sense of self. Who you are is not defined by your religious faith, your political views, or your skin colour. Who you are is defined by your thoughts, passion for the things you do, your interests, the people you surround yourself with and most importantly, your self respect.

3. A book I love:
- Will always be my first love, when I decided that this was the genre that would forever captivate me. Tom Holt's Odds and Gods. When you can do a piss-take and get people to laugh.

4. Bullet my whole day?
- If I had to bullet my whole day? >> Be occupado.

5. Things I want to say to my ex:
- Thank you. You have no idea how much whatever you did meant to me.

6. Views on mainstream music.
- I hate it. yes, HATE.

7. Five pet peeves:
- Tardiness
- overly emotional people
- parents who cannot control their children
- jealous types
- Not winning

8. What I ate today:
- A burger from Grill'd. I miss the nice 8 ringgit burger at Taman Permata.

9. How important I think education is:
- Finish college. You need college if only for the people you meet and the friends you make because they're the ones who secure your future. Not a piece of paper that says how good you were in your exams. Learn to accomodate.

10. 10 songs playing on shuffle:
- Soundgarden's Holy Water
- Soundgarden's Down On The Upside
- Arctic Monkeys' Secret Doors
- Greenday's Minority
- Epica's version of Stabat Mater Dolorosa (From Stabat Mater-Giovanni Battista Pergolesi)
- Amy Macdonald's This Is The Life
- Slipknot's Tattered and Torn
- Skindred's Tears
- Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive
- Chevelle's Peer

11. My family:
- is worthy of their own sitcom.
My father (Ayah Awesome), my hero, so inappropriate, foot-in-mouth-disease, speaks his mind, loving, cracks super lame dad-jokes/puns.
My mother (Enda Awesome), our balance, she frets for us when we don't for ourselves, she then moves on to fret for everyone else just because she can, itchy-butt cannot keep still, gave birth to me so hello? Imagine if that never happened?
My siblings, so different like a bunch of highschool stereotypes. I can't imagine life without them. It would be pretty quiet and uneventful.

12. Five guys I find attractive
- By simple physical features and not including personality types... my studio lect with chinhair, Luca with chinhair, Christian Bale with chinhair, Jason Momoa with chinhair, Gerard Butler because he's a man's man. I'm starting to see a common theme here... Chinhair. omigosh.

13. My opinion on my body and how comfy I am with it:
- I love my body but a few days a month it goes apeshit and I can't do anything about it. :(

14. What I wore today:
- Jeggings (I can't belive I used that word), black long sleeved shirt and a Ripcurl hoodie, flipflops.

15. My zodiac and if it fits my personality:
- Aries Fire Rabbit, Hell to the yes.

16. Something I always think 'What if...' about:
- What if i didn't have SMA 3? how different would I be?

17. Something that I'm proud of:
- At the moment, Tape Melbourne. In general, I live in another country.

18. A problem that I've had:
- I was a problem child. You figure that out yourself.

19. Five items I lust after:
- Ibanez Iceman
- Better computer
- Canary Yellow Cobra Mustang Convertible 2003 with Bose soundsystem and black leather interior.
- Amazing soundsystem
- My own apartment

20. My fears:
- Heights but I'll conquer that soon.
- Losing my family

21. How I hope my future will be like:
- Just like I imagine it would be because I'll make it happen.

22. My academics:
- Great enough to get me through to the next checkpoint.

23.Something that I miss:
- MY CAT :(

24. Five words or phrases that make me laugh:
- Ich bin Berliner (Which means I am a donut haha)
- NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!
- Theo Van DOUCHEBAG
- Meow
- What? Huh? What? What?...

25. Something I'm currently worrying about
- Uni work. I feel horrid about it and I feel like I need a slap in the face. Meh.

26. Things I like and dislike about myself:
Like - I'm awesome
Dislike - I procrastinate

27. A quote I try to live by:
- "Anything you can do I can do better..." Annie Get your Gun.

28. Somewhere I'd like to move to or visit:
- EVERYWHERE

29. Five weird things that I like:
- Manly Chinhair on my men and I don't care that it scrapes my face.
- Sour things
- Heavy Metal
- Angry Stand-up Comedy
- Old Musicals

30. One thing I'm excited for:
- I'm always looking forward and am excited for the life I am working towards.

2011-09-27T03:01:00.001+08:00

Sleep? Apa tu? Tomorrow, I'm guessing what's gonna happen is I'm gonna come home after presenting whatever nonsense I have and sleep until I have to go back to class in the afternoon. Assuming I can go back at all.

I'm prepared for P's critique because my 5 pieces tak siap. Sial.

Add on:
P tak naik gila. Surprise. Nailed it.

2011-09-26T14:14:00.001+08:00

I have so many things to do before 10AM tomorrow...
*epicsadface*

2011-09-25T20:18:00.001+08:00

I cook like a bawse, yo.
Made mee kari today but no seeham. And it never tastes as good as the one you buy at the roadside from the old auntie and uncle tag-team. So how do you make it so god without the MSG? I have no idea but damn it all.

Final TM tribute:

Yes. I'm happy to not be dead tired cos it's almost the end of sem. OMG SO CEPAT! That is correct.
I'm up to my chin with work and I don't know where to start. Nor do I want to start. Siap, mati nanti.

Sad that lelaki italy yang comel telah diambil. :(

2011-09-22T11:04:00.001+08:00

The cake I made is actually really good... :O
Anyway, I had this dream where I picked up my report sheet and saw the marks after I apparently kicked ass in the presentation but failed. I raged... then I woke up with a wtf and thought about the day I got loads of random free shit. hahahahaha... I am now happy again. Happy and eating cake.

Have a lovely day denizens of the internet!

2011-09-21T22:14:00.001+08:00

So. Much. Work.

SOMUCHWORK! :(

2011-09-19T18:32:00.001+08:00

There's something exhilarating when organising a hugely successful exhibit, in other words, I TapeMelbourne'd like a Bawse. Ahaahahah...

Now I have to Bawse my uni work in time for tomorrow. Which I have just found out that my presentation is at 10AM which means I have to berOfficeWorks at 7AM. Damnit, damnit, damnit.

2011-09-18T20:31:00.001+08:00

Me: Hey Viv, tell Francesco I said Luca is cute.
Viv: Who is cute?
Me: Luca.
Viv: Luca!
Francesco far away screaming: HOW COME EVERYONE SAYS LUCA IS CUTE HOW COME FRANCESCO NOT CUTE ALWAYS LUCA... *merapu lebih*
Viv: He's angry now...
Me: WTF HAHAAHAHAHAHHAA...

On another note,
Tape Melbourne is awesome and I have lost my voice. Yeay.

2011-09-16T15:02:00.000+08:00

Me to T & J during Tape Melbourne:
Right, if you guys are waiting for something to do, I need you to start clearing up the place and throw stuff away and then I need you to move that scaff so that A can finish up the arm...
*T and J still listening after I stop talking for 3 seconds*
Uhh... well, chop-chop!

hahahah...

2011-09-14T14:28:00.001+08:00

I haven't baked the cake and I got into a fight with gravity and got punched in the face by her very, very, very violent friend, the floor, all because I tried to climb onto the pavement with my scooter and misjudged the height. Damn gravity and her friends... But yay for drinks!

Dirty Black Russians beat White Russians and I still don't like beer. Strawberry-apple cider on the other hand is not bad.

Drink tally: 2 whites, 1 beer, 3 dirty black russians.

The week of craziness is over. Over.

Amazing, aren't they?

And this was my few weeks long amazingness: Tape Melbourne and the Tape Melbourners (without Tracy, David and Josh)

2011-09-10T08:42:00.001+08:00

Ultimate super-uber-duper-mega awesome project given today: Bake a cake and eat it slowly (while drawing each change) during class next Friday. How awesome is that?

I'm thinking a decadent cake made of layers of brownies and mint cheesecake topped with a dark chocolate ganache.

I must admit that the mint/chocolate pairing is amazing and the person who came up with it should be hugged... HARD.

Oh, great, I just made myself hungry. Nevermind, there's leftovers.

I should probably start baking the night before... but just in case, I'll make samplers. :O

2011-09-07T22:11:00.003+08:00

~~What I really should do right now is get off Pinterest, onto my bed, turn on the laptop with a notebook beside me and figure out how Steven Holl seems like me.~~

Let me preface this post by mentioning that my lovely lecturers have given each of us a high profile 'client' to work with and was chosen based on our observed personality or points in whatever we've designed. They gave me Steven Holl.

Now, if I described myself as I am perceived in the public eye it would sound a lot like:
Calm, collected, bright spark, people oriented, loves and lives in the human-nature interaction, focusing on the correlation between spaces personalities and moods, light in relation to a space and light in relation to the medium of expression, cavalier, motivated if it suits me, and all around awesome.
The reality is that I'm not quite sure what the general public sees me as.
Also when I don't like something it usually goes the way of 'masuk telinga kiri keluar telinga kanan' which is honestly what I do when I think the feedback was wholly unnecessary.

I like glass and metal and wood but only in pairs and not too much of each unless the façade warrants it. It's quite difficult to use if you want to bear in mind the eventual inhabitants and how they might interact in a new system. Design thinking based on the word green and the words good-for-the-soul. If it had anything to do with me it would probably have a lot to do with personal discovery, interaction and displays of human emotion AND whether or not it feels good. If it feels bad, don't do it which is probably why I'm not so keen on negative reinforcement oftentimes.

What I already DID was to have gotten off Pinterest and blah-blah-blah... What I am doing now though is spacing out while typing this. Pursuant to posts on twitter that I had written shortly before:"... sensitive crafting of space, materials, and light." Oh, I seeeeeeee... Ego much?"

It seems that I perhaps tried to correlate his (Mr. Holl) methods into my own thereby raising my self worth... Hence the ego trip I just had which lasted about 10 minutes.

I still have to write a script so I can record me talking over the stop motion-animation thing which is really about my lunch. So, to sum up the things I have left to do:
- Read reader
- Do necessary writing and spaces based on readings and lecture
- Script for stop-motion animation
- Printing and stuff for my presentation at 3ish PM with Cikgu NoHumour. Honestly, why I keep getting Cikgu NoHumour is beyond me. I cannot begin to explain to you how much dread we (and I'm speaking for the class) have when we have to face said Cikgu NoHumour. But oh, well. Sabar je lah.
- Tape Melby roster ironing out of to see who's good and who's not.
- Fill in papers to give back to Sara so she can do up the contract.
- Update the blog with links to specific projects so that it's easier for everything to be accessed because I always gripe about inaccessible blogs and websites and lo, mine's a flippant mirror of it. Bah.

Oh, and I got my TFN finally. I can now do random jobs and get paid proper.
Also, I might just get an internship thingy for summer after all!

2011-09-02T08:20:00.001+08:00

My first Raya open house in Melbourne was wonderful! I'm definitely doing it again next year. No lontong though, Nasi Kerabu pulak. :D

Anyway, my thoughts seem a little bit scattered today due to my brain relaxing but there's no rest for the wicked. I away to a full day meeting.

2011-08-29T00:32:00.000+08:00

Layaning JayKay at 2AM because it's what I do, at the same time writing ideas for the stop motion animation...

It's got to be random, pencil and paper based with outside paper-space props, comedic interlude, action, adventure... and all that nonsense.

There's also that instruction manual and montage.

Then there's my first Raya open house in Melbourne.
And buying stuff to prep for it... Oh, the cleaning will be a righteous biiiiiitch.

One thing I'm sick of doing is getting psyched for a movie based on a superhero I like and have it fall like a badly cooked flan. BOO.

2011-08-28T07:34:00.000+08:00

Obligatory Annual Raya Poem (Yes, This Is The Title)

Raya is here again,
I wanted to play this on the uke.
I still don't know the chords,
Which means it won't be played on it la.

Puasa in Melbourne is alright,
From dawn to dusk is short,
Also the food is not that great
Which is why lapar pun boleh forgot.

I really miss KL
and my family and friends and cat
Because there's no free food here
And there's open house still at my flat.

This raya poem is so bad
But I can't be bothered to fix it
I have poetic licence
So you can just suck it.

Maaf Zahir and Batin.

2011-08-27T16:44:00.000+08:00

I'm not entirely sure why I find this so hilarious...

Oh, and I went to the Melbourne Aquarium with the aunt and little cousin and have decided that being a shark/aminal feeder in the giant tank is an awesome job.

2011-08-25T21:27:00.000+08:00

I am procrastinating with a British accent in my head! WOOOOOOOOO!

Also, checking AirAsia flights back to KL for December. Home and the monsoon season. Home and good friends and fantastic food... And my cat.

But I am severely reluctant to go on the plane because it's a lot of waiting. I don't like waiting at all.
It's just a long list of waiting. Waiting to go on transit, waiting to get to the airport, waiting to check in, waiting to get into the gate, waiting for the plane to arrive, waiting for the passengers to get off the plane, waiting for the cabin crew to clean up and prepare for the next horde, waiting for gate to open, waiting in line to get tickets checked, waiting to get to seat, waiting to arrive wherever, waiting for the seat-belt sign to turn off, waiting for food, waiting for next movie, waiting for movie to end, waiting for captain to stop yammering about how high in the air we are, waiting to fall into an uncomfortable nap, waiting for the plane to dock, waiting to get off the plane, waiting in customs, waiting for the car and finally waiting to get home. It's just a long list of waiting to do something. Have I mentioned I hate waiting and yet I procrastinate. Surprise, surprise.

I have stumbled upon a lovely band called Twelve Foot Ninja. So brilliant. SO BRILLIANT I think I have fallen in love again. hahahahah... I fuckin love ninja costumed bands. And oh, so funneh.

2011-08-22T08:46:00.001+08:00

Reading an article on The Economist has made me realise that a greater part of society has since responded to marriage either by delaying it for much later or denying it outright. It's a scary thought to have if in a few decades children will be few for those in the higher income bracket, a majority of expensive and elitist schools will close down leaving the remainder the given authority to become more expensive and more elitist, education as a business will become a long lost and highly outdated business plan and there will somehow be more people with less IQ and EQ on the planet. It reminds me, rather horrifically, of the movie Idiocracy.

The article writes that a majority of these marriage delays and rejections are by women in the higher income and education bracket, and of which, a large number of come from Asian countries. What really is going on is the rejection of the male dominated society where the man does nothing and his wife does everything. The onset of education and equal rights have given women a reason to say no to a lifetime of servitude to men who have been coddled by society.

I quote from a friend, Abby, who Tweeted "So weird, mom always make me look like I don't help enough. But the boys at home seems like they don't need to help at all. Equality much." and shortly after "Oh, anak lelaki tak payah buat kerja. Lelaki. Perempuan je kena buat kerja. Okay." (Oh, sons don't have to do work. Men. Only women have to do work. Okay.)

It's this general and very outdated consensus that men, as the primary breadwinner, suffers the stress of bringing home the proverbial bacon while the wife sits at home solely to raise children, clean the house and cook a meal. WRONG. A majority of the women I know are successful business owners who have decided that a career is more important and that they want to build and empire on solid ground before embarking on the creation of a family and a brood of children that will cost at least half a million each. Children and marriage is an expensive endeavour if you want to do it right.

So, my point is that if the menfolk want their wives, the share of chores will have to be divided equally, just as our Western counterparts. Otherwise we'll go on saying 'Tak nak' to marriage.

2011-08-21T16:50:00.000+08:00

Made plain scones. It's lovely!
Also, have run out of cream. Blast.

Later tonight is for testing out how long it takes for the cube of sugar to dissolve under a steady stream of water for the beginning of the machine. Oh, so much thought for the stupid machine.

Writing things down now because I like making to-do lists.

2011-08-20T21:28:00.000+08:00

SCTS keeping me company while I work 'til late. I intend to sleep in tomorrow.
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.

What is with the buildings in this country? All the walls are thin! Even for the more expensive properties! D:

Oh, and as an added bonus, this is what nonsense I've been up to these few weeks...

ahahhahahahahahah...
Sekian,

2011-08-18T23:49:00.000+08:00

Taik is having to write between 250 and 300 words pretending to be someone from an art movement. Worse is Futurism where women are shoved aside and every male thing is accentuated: War, destruction, mechanisation, speed, dislike for spaghetti. Marinetti didn't think much of spaghetti. SHAME ON HIM!

2011-08-16T23:14:00.000+08:00

I guess everyone does a tonne of weird shit. Like me, for example, I go to sleep in my underwear no matter how cold it is outside, I sleep with the blinds rolled all the way up so that the sun kisses my face and wakes me up the next morning and I have a pile of shit on my bed because I'm a design student.

I don't know why I do the first one but I sleep with the blinds open because I stay pretty high up the apartment and nobody can see me unless they deliberately rented a helicopter. Stalker much?
And I have a pile of shit on my bed because I have nowhere else to put it until the project is over. It'll be there for the next 3 weeks.

Project of the moment: A minute long Rube Goldberg Machine.

... Google that shit.

Happy Ramadhan to all you people! Fasting or not, it doesn't really matter as long as you're in high spirits and good health. Raya poem coming soon!

2011-08-04T20:24:00.002+08:00

Confusion haiku:

Inimitable
That is just five syllables
But the eff's it mean?

Have halfway moved into QV. YEAY! And there's a 25M pool for swimmings! YAY! YAY!

But I have class tomorrow so... :(

Oh, Oh!
QI IS COMING TO MELBOURNE IN OCTOBER!
I want to go watch!
Orrrr I could save those pennies and watch it on the tube instead. Hah.
But Steven Fry and Alan Davies are so awesomer. :O

I have things I still have on my bucket-list. Things I'd like to have crossed out early on but no, not yet.
There's also some stuff I didn't write in the official bucket list which I have written down on the secret bloggy of blogginess. Mostly things I don't feel the need to talk about with other people. Only a handful know about this inner and rather turbulent me, a me I generally keep at arm's length.

By the way, did I mention I'm one of two International Student Representatives? Hellsyeah! *fuckyeahface*

2011-08-03T14:02:00.000+08:00

Selamat berpuasa all! Fasting month is upon us. :D

I'm hungry.

Aaaaaanyway,
I'm moving out of 803.
From Friday I shall be known as Awesome... eh, I mean I shall be Awesome at 2604.
QV FTW!

2011-07-31T11:22:00.000+08:00

We, my housemate and I, are hoping to get the QV apartment. It's lovely and big and better. Has an oven, a large fridge and a huuuuuuuuuge TV.

I want to move out of 803 NOWNOWNOWNOW!

So many things to do though. And all under my name. :(

2011-07-27T23:39:00.000+08:00

I remember a time when Ashie and I made Radish Leaf Pesto which we adapted without remorse from a recipe found on the internet. It had peanut butter, cloves of garlic, salt, blue cheese, olive oil, and of course radish leaves. It was delicious. I do intend to make it again, this time as a dipping sauce and/or spread for breads since the last time I made it, it had fared weakly with pasta. Maybe more garlic, perhaps? And add a dash of pepper or chilli flakes for the extra bite.

I have lunch sorted out for tomorrow, and dinner should be a tomato soup BUT I don't have any cream or chicken stock, but whatever, I have made with less and it still tasted divine. It's time to do a fridge-raid tomato soup. Oh, and I have run out of bread. I had to chuck some out because things were starting to grow out of it.

I have forgotten what else to add into the three-hundred word essay due on Friday morning. Six sketches still left to do and another batch of sculpture-photograph-drawing based on a poem about sleep. It's a lot dark for such a beautiful concept. Sleep clears your mind, mends your body and transports you into a realm only your subconscious can define, that even you cannot begin to comprehend. It's like being underwater but without the Darth Vader breathing apparatus: The regulator.

Was it really minus-two last night? I did have trouble sleeping but mainly due to some bad teh-tarik. Surely not from the cold. Also, I had a cuppa at 4PM which means the caffeine is still surging through my veins like a glorified bad-ass. Dear, my, I'm rambling.

Puasa coming up. I have the timetable for puasa times already, ready to go. I have a religion, it's called Islam. It means 'peace'. Being a Muslim means that how I practice MY religion is my own and only God may judge me so shut your trap and go spew your self-righteous bullshit somewhere else. Leave me to my meanderings and my rights or wrongs and let me not hear of your misconceptions and hypocricy because I don't want to get all up in a bunch during my zen time. Also, the lecturers better not merapu extra or I might have a little trouble being forgiving with my tongue. Not that I'll be any different anyway, ha-ha.

2011-07-26T23:31:00.000+08:00

I still can't figure out which song negatively effects my emotions. Hmm...

Anyway, perhaps I am one of those overly lackadaisical people who knows what she wants in life, knows that there are many methods of achieving such wants and that what society dictates is the be all and end all is not necessarily the be all and end all. Perhaps life is actually quite wonderful.

I love my camera but wish I had steadier hands. Night shots are still a bit of a pain due to the blurring, otherwise, the camera is just lovely! The quality of the photos in good light is divine. I still have yet to master all the camera options though, I feel like such a fool when it comes to photography. Ehe!

I'm very proud of my work thus far and it's only week two. A good start to a grand finish to year one (... again)? I say 'yae'.

I will go around the city at my own pace again one of these days. It was a good ride-around just now but I don't take night photos too well.

2011-07-25T22:36:00.001+08:00

No to Wednesday and Thursday goyang kaki-age. I still have readings, an essay and 6 sketches to do. Oh, yay.

All in all, though, a fruitful weekend.
And a recent discovery:
Marmalade tastes good with pungent cheeses. Who would've guessed. :D

2011-07-23T22:37:00.000+08:00

Today is naik train, turun train day. So much so that the guy who drove the train and I had this conversation...

Him: You're really making me work for my money aren't you?
Me: Hahahahaha... You could put it that way. :D

Mainly because he had to help get the ramp for me twice. hahahah...

We didn't get to see the fridge because we didn't get a taxi and by the time we decided to go take the train route,it was too late. Boo. I'll try another day or find a better fridge. I found a better fridge... and closer too. :D

Dinner, kampung style: Udang goreng, sambal, rice, ulam.
Verdict: Delicious.

I have many things to do for next week and I'm gonna damn well finish it by Tuesday so I can goyang kaki on Wednesday and Thursday.

2011-07-23T00:34:00.001+08:00

I... guh... this guy is amazing :O
And he has awesome hair and beard thing... No?
He even puts on the layan-lagu-stylo face a.k.a Bass-face.
*wipes drool*

Bought me a new hand mixer, I am full of the happies.
Made delicious mushroom soup with it.

2011-07-21T22:08:00.000+08:00

Cheese guys... Yes, guyS, as in Plural. There's two of em. Their names are Alex and Dennis. Eheheehe...
I love Vic Market. :D
Nak usha lagi sebab kena usha tadi. XD

Aaaaaanyway, I gotta buy a hand blender so I can make soups. How lovely.

Alright, to be completely honest, winter isn't as inhospitable as I had thought last. I still don't enjoy being cold all the time, don't get me wrong.

What I do with leftover filo pastry: Strawberry filo tarts topped with whipped vanilla cream. And it was delicious, perhaps though too much of it. Next time it'll be just two layers of filo and jam instead of four... and in smaller, cuter ramekins. I, again, have forgotten to take pictures but for future reference, here's the rough recipe.

Makes 3-ish small ramekins of tarts...

tarts:
250g fresh strawberries
2 tbsp brown sugar
filo pastry sheets

vanilla cream:
thickened cream or whipping cream
some sugar
some vanilla essence (better if you had a vanilla pod and scrape out the seeds to plonk in)

1. cut strawberries into bitesized chunks and put into a saucepan on medium heat, cook with sugar until syrupy and as thick as you want (it'll dry out further in the oven). Remember to taste and adjust the flavour as you cook it into jam.
2. arrange the filo pastry in the ramekins so that it resembles a small cup and put a few spoons of jam. make two to three layers of it.
3. (Preheat the oven at 200degreesC) When it's at the appropriate temperature, put ramekins into the oven and let bake for 25 minutes.
4. While it's baking, whip the cream til soft peaks then add sugar and vanilla and beat to hard peaks.
5. When ready to serve, put a dollop of cream onto each tart and garnish with fanned out strawberry.

I'm mentally chastising myself for not taking pictures. It was pretty but now it's in my belly. XD

Things I have learnt about myself:
- I think I'm some kind of genius when I come up with quips when I'm all alone.

2011-07-20T00:33:00.000+08:00

You must watch this visual feast of a movie.
A real. VISUAL. FEAST.

The Fall by Tarsem Singh.

But then again, with these artsy movies, you either hate it or you love it. I love it. You should to. Because my word is law and I should go to sleep.

Classes have officially started. BOOOOOOOOO...

For Whom It Tolls

2011-07-17T20:46:00.001+08:00

I've so mellowed out it's not funny.
I can feel myself curling up into a comfy shell.
Sated but rather alone.
Alone.
Not really miserable...
Until something in the apartment stops working.

I am almost self sufficient.
No.
I am...
... Benevolent...
... Omnipotent...
Oh, who am I kidding.

Where is he?
Or she?
Where is my insanity?
My foothold,
My cuckold,
My comfort.

I feel nothing.
I feel excitement for others
I feel sad for myself for feeling excited for others.
I feel so much convoluted knots.
Tied up in my own consciousness,
A revery of questions and self discovery.

What is this?
Why am I feeling it?
For whom is it?
Is there none for whom this bell tolls.

A travelling satellite I feel I've become.
No celestial body with enough mass for any pull.
Gravity, thou art a sodding bitch.
A bastard child of laws.

Here I sit,
And ponder,
And question,
And stare into the eerie glow of the computer screen.
I sidle back into my home in my head.
Man, what a cop out.

2011-07-17T16:02:00.002+08:00

Ah, the arduous task of getting things done.

By that I mean buying a fridge and fixing the washing machine which is currently flooded.

Also, have recently started using Google Calendar permanently to help with scheduling of classes, gym/physio, assignments, social things and food...

Fridges, fridges, fridges. The current one I have been given authority to sell or dispose of and I'm looking around the internets for a suitable and affordable replacement. Preferably a second-hand one. Sucky thing: I need to call the repairman to fix the washing machine. Oh, the pain.

I finally dyed my hair blue so I can scratch that off the bucket list. Next off, Learn some spoken French. The first step is to go on BBC - Languages and subscribe to the 12-week program... Check. Set aside about two to three hours to practice twice a week... Check. Waiting for first email on Monday... Check.

This week's Dinner, Can be altered. (Which is the best part about cooking for one):

Monday: Seafood pie with baby spinach in filo pastry crust

Tuesday: Grilled fish salad/ Might be going out for dinner

Wednesday: Leftover Seafood Pie

Thursday: Salad in Sesame dressing

Friday: Leftover Seafood Pie with Salad

Saturday: Creamy Tomato Soup and bread

Sunday: Fried Chicken with fresh greens, rice and budu

I can't wait for the new fridge as it will be endless possibilities for me to make things to freeze in edible portions, YAY!

I guess this is a good a time as any to gush about Tenggol. As you may have known, a bunch of us went for a 3 day 2 night trip to Tenggol for some sand, dive and sea amongst other things. Six of us went and it was glorious. If only the sun was up full blast on the second day though, that I was mighty displeased about.

I went diving once because I got distracted by other things but that diving was rather fantastic. The coral beds and sealife was much more than I was used to but then I only had Tulamben as a reference point. We made some delightful acquaintances there and hopefully will keep in touch with them for future reference. I must say that I love how the beach effects people and behaviours. Diving was a lot more... complicating than it should have been and I was carried around like a large suitcase by some of the boat boys in and out of boats, one of the boat boys looked like a fitter, taller version of my ex... He's a strong fellow too by the name of Din.

We brought the sheysha pot to the island in a small basket which, when we got to talking, found out from some of the new acquaintances that they thought we were very posh to bring a picnic basket to the beach. Hilarity ensued.

Next year, with a more mapped out schedule of my winter break: FIVE NIGHTS IN PERHENTIAN! Plus four to six dives.

2011-07-15T22:18:00.000+08:00

It will be a bid to eat healthier and more seasonally now that I'm living on my own. This means less meats, more fruits and veg, smaller portions and produce found for that season only. Plus, it'll be good on my wallet.

It's winter now, that means the main consumables this season would be found here at this link.

Now, as a sponge, I tend to absorb accents (amongst other things) especially if it's an English one. It's a little annoying to a certain extent but a livable annoyance. And I just watched a few episodes of Downtown Abbey so I'm all confused now.

2011-07-14T21:43:00.000+08:00

I'm watching BBC's Future of Food and it scares me. A part of me is thinking that people will have to die. Plague, war, climate change, famine, it's how the world will purge itself off us but that's not what I want to write about today.

Today I have come to realise how much my personality switches to a certain point especially when it comes to other people. I think I'll call it the location phenomenon. I am now well below the equator, under the tropics of Capricorn in Melbourne. I'm getting used to the cold slower than I would like but with the help of small details like heated sock sacks and house foot-mittens given by Ashie I persist. Ain't no one gonna break my stride, ain't no one gonna hold me down, oh, no, I got to keep on moving! Yes, i sang that in my head and I hope you did too.

The point is, in my loving city of Kuala Lumpur, I am a headstrong young woman with no need or want to get together with anyone to pursue any form of serious romantic relationships. There, I am grounded at all times and I generally know where everything is and should be. Quite the opposite happens when I'm back here in Melbourne. What I'm Trying to say is that it's cold and I feel like I need a hug from someone I'm romantically involved with.

This may have to do with the fact that all my people are not with me when I want them to be (and it's cold). Funny things, feelings. Sometimes you're hard as rock and other times your insides feel like soft squishy marshmallows.

2011-07-11T00:19:00.000+08:00

I was told that this place of rambling didn't have enough of a life-story shindig going on. I do admit it's sort of spiralled into this slew of to-do lists, bragging about new toys, gushing over good looking blokes and general nonsense, so, in light of this I shall now heed the comments of the delightful Ashie and summarise, in one swift (long) post, my first semester in RMIT.

I shall start by saying that the last few days (RE: Death of my life in KL) in KL were a multitude of meeting up with people, gathering things I need since I'll be moving to a new country and generally procrastinating from packing. In the end I had a suitcase filled and about 56 kilos shared between my parents and I with my luggage taking the brunt of it. Airasia, only worth the money if it costs A LOT less then MAS costs. Really.

So we, my parents and I, arrived with May Lee and her father about a week before classes officially started and stayed at a hotel while looking for an apartment for the both of us. We finally, and after much fretting, found a small -- And I mean SMALL-- place in the middle of the city. It's just about larger than my room in KL but beggars can't be choosers.

There's this big change in how people think in Melbourne and how university classes are engaged with. First year is very conceptual and I think that half the time the lecturers don't really know what to do with us. We become guinea pigs to them, a class of test subjects and 'let-us-see-if-this-way-works'. I cannot begin to explain how I feel without the aid of my facial expression and hands but I will try: It's like they cut of the upper part of your skull to expose your brain, put on rubber gloves in funny neon colours, dig their fingers in and start spreading apart grey matter. Then they leave you there, somewhat unravelled, with a new sense of perception and in a pool of your own slobber, twitching every two minutes as you drawl about light and shadow. The terms light and shadow now irritates me beyond repair and I am in love with psychological reactions and the human anatomy with regard to space and colour.

Now, I have to say that my group of first-years is made up of 18 year-olds, 21 year-olds and stick-up-their-bum 24plus year-olds. The first group I don't mind and the latter two groups, especially the last one, I cannot begin to put any amount of like towards. They are unbearably up themselves with the self-righteousness of a pseudo messiah and I can't even kill them to prove a point. In other words, I have been the centre of attention for so long it kills me when the limelight is directed towards these quasi-intellectual meat-bags. Yes, there's a lot of contempt towards my peers. The tutors, lecturers, professors or whatever you feel like calling them are an interesting bunch, one of which is ludicrously attractive and I shall stop there because it's just wrong. WRONG.

There are things I like about Melbourne and some things I don't. I like, and very muchly so, the Queen Victoria Market where about half hour to closing time the vendors become extra hyped and you get things for a steal, where you get fed with cheese by the rather dapper looking cheese-guy and almost run over people with my scooter, sort of almost accidentally. The produce is just so amazing you don't have to go out and eat. I like the fact that the apartment is my own place and I get to be left alone to my own devices and how convenient the location is. I like how good the coffee is in some places and how it's almost never burnt, how the pastries in certain places are divine and how there are some really good looking people to look at on a dull day. I like how my apartment overlooks an office unit which I've fondly called the fishtank. I like how my diet has changed for the better.

So we'll skip past a blur of a semester and suddenly it's time for a holiday and I am home for the winter. Touching down in KL, reaching my house and sitting on my bed, my few months in Melbourne felt like a dream, it felt like it didn't really happen. My favourite cousin mentioned it was as if I had never left. An odd feeling to have, I know but I have it nonetheless.

I have to return to the dreary cold weather in a few days, return also to a tiny fridge, no proper oven, broken washing machine, no bathtub and spa machine, no cat. NO CAT. Buying a new fridge, fix the washing machine.

Things that warrant its own post and I'll write it soon:
- My birthday dinner
- Meeting people
- Victoria Market
- Cooking for one
- The Melbourne Jazz Festival Opening Free Show
- Ash for a week+ at 803
- Zayan overnighter
- 18 year olds
- My first Couchsurfer

2011-07-01T23:02:00.001+08:00

When siblings are the lulz in the car...

RiffRaff: Uh-oh, I hear a gas bomb arriving...
NafNaf: What?
RiffRaff: I mean I feel a gas bomb arriving... A small one... There it is...
NafNaf: OH GOD, WTF?! AUGHHH...
RiffRaff: What? It's only a small gas bomb! Small gas bombs wont kill anyone!
Me: That's what Hitler said... hur-hur-hur...

Btw, Alang Manja overnighters (or over-two-nighters) should be an annual event. It's the shiznits! No more chucking me in and out of rivers okay, tak cool dan menakutkan... Tapi kelakar. Mad props to the gentlemen for being super strong. XD

Trivial: The fajaling FFK me... I will have to get the camera on Monday instead :(

2011-06-29T00:03:00.001+08:00

Buying the camera soon with the fajaling. Maybe pester him tomorrow and then have a some Asam Laksa after with the enda.

Anyway, I've taken a rather sudden interest in Street Photography. I'm looking up on it now and would like to pursue it further. Scuter-girl, armed with a camera, takes pictures from her point of view. I like how that sounds.

I have to reorganise my blog for uni. Need to mess around with a few layouts. It's a bit of a pain but it must be done.

"You should date" is a really sweet written piece. I urge you to read it.

I'll be over at Alang Manja tomorrow by invitation. Suh-weeeeeet! Picnics, barbeques and main sungais. Yeay!

P/S: I've decided, what with all the engagements happening around me, I will get an iBraggiotti three-stone (round centre, round or pear accents) engagement ring. No compromise. And nothing too flashy.

2011-06-28T01:43:00.000+08:00

One thing I somewhat am unamused with is that, being an International School kid, my friends are now all over the place and when one of them gets engaged I may or may not be able to go to the wedding. In Nourma's case, probably not and that makes me sad.

In summary: Another kawan is getting married and I'm elated to hear the news. Next? BABIES. Even if I'm not fond of babies it doesn't matter cos it's my friend's kid.

New camera kerana lecturers merapu... Olympus PEN E-PL2. Mainly because I couldn't be arsed with DSLRs cos they're massive and heavy.

2011-06-25T12:53:00.003+08:00

Food, glorious fooooooood... and lists, lists, lists, lists and lists.

~~Amazing Sushi with the family (so daddy can pay - ha ha ha)~~
Dim Sum
~~Paper Thosai~~
Banana Leaf Rice at Brickfields with the RSGC Clan
Steamed Kerang at home, bought from Tesco
~~Awesome burgers at The Daily Grind with Family on Friday~~
~~Awesome RM8 burger at Taman Permata with Bishop and Puppy + TheFinger~~
~~Yong Tau Foooooooooooooooooooooooo at MRR2 with whomever~~
Ayam Penyet with Lina

~~See gramma~~
Try allegedly amazeballs sheysha at Kajang with the siblungs.
Tenggol for some sun, sand and sea.
Lepaksies with peoples
See grampa
Take Ash to bathtub place with awesome magicals
Take DD to see Com-Plan
~~Lulur and massage~~
Buy new camera
tbc...

Laparla.

2011-06-19T21:22:00.000+08:00

Surely it sounds a little too excited... But then it's words with a hearty peppering of exclamation marks. Who knows. Self delusion is wonderful thing.

Conversations are always something to look forward to.It doesn't matter who it's with as long as it's not gossip. I'll talk about life, death, politics, nonsense... Hell, even quantum physics! Just as long as it's a decent conversation. Which, admittedly, I haven't had in a while. Well, if you don't count the phone calls.

Roargh, the family unit are having steaks at Jake's in Damansara... Oh, the sadness consumes me...No, not really.

Back to the task at hand. I've gotten back to writing. Maybe berkutu-ing on the internet isn't such a novel idea. It seems that the little break away from unlimited internet was just what I needed to get into the swing of things. Reading and writing. Surely the best way to peruse time at hand. Even this blog seems somewhat neglected.

Ah, back to All's Fair.

2011-06-18T14:08:00.001+08:00

Things I wish I could do include Freerunning, also known as Parkour. A cousin of mine does Parkour and I am rather jealous of it. I'z jelez.

Also, my hair is a sad case of the fails. Dry hair with split ends. Bah!

I have to pack, leaving 803 on Monday evening, reaching KL Tuesday morning.

Meh.