Sabar ye amy..2 more papers left!

"26th April is a public holiday for civil servants..."

Aww...

You shouldn't have.

*Shudders

Knock Knock

What's that I hear?

Knock. Knock.

Shuffling of feet.

Creak.

A small being, covered in a black cloak stands, dripping.
With what?
Blood?

It grows huge, menacing, towering, shivering.
Emitting a stiffling aura.
What's that smell?

Evil Laughter.

Finals?

*SCREAMS

p/s : I shall be MIA for some time
Hugs & Kisses!

Oh, Bahasa Melayu! Ke manakah kau menghilang?

Media massa merupakan suatu bahagian media yang mempunyai tujuan untuk mencapai ...

I've been sitting in front of the computer for more than an hour and so far I only have this sentence. It's not even a sentence, it's an unfinished sentence. And that sentence doesn't even sound good. The BM part of my brain is malfunctioning. It hasn't been oiled in more than a year.
Very, very rusty.
Crap! And I thought I can finish this 2-page essay tonight. I've been too much of an idealist and optimist for my own good.


Media massa merupakan suatu bahagian media yang bertujuan untuk mencapai masyarakat yang luas melalui pelbagai cara umpamanya internet, surat khabar, buku, majalah, televisyen dan sebagainya. Apa yang dapat dikesan ialah media ini berfungsi sebagai alat perantaraan untuk menyampaikan..

Okay, at least now I have 2 sentences..

I have a feeling it's going to be a long, long night.

Of vomit, microphones and involuntary manslaughter.

I'm home.

I had been intimate with my notes in college the past 2 weeks for heaven-sent tests, and had broken my personal puking record in the process.
Current record : 11 pukes in barely an hour.
Midway through that delightful process I decided to not waste energy climbing in and out of bed, and stayed in the toilet instead.
Waiting for my stomach to contract and my vomiting centre to scream bloody murder "Now !"

But I digress.

I remotely remember that I'd blog about the debate I stupidly signed up for out of sheer exasperation on how boring my life had become, without considering the consequences, and so I will.

I idiotically thought that it would be like in school, debating about McD being better than KFC and durians being better than mangosteens; Beauty better than brains (Memories!) but when I found out that the motion was to be :

" Homosexuality : An in-born abnormality or mere confusion" ,

I almost vomitted blood .

How does one go about debating something that is quite undebatable? On one hand you have scientific facts supporting the genetics theory and on the other, studies that supposedly show otherwise. A fight of "my facts are better than yours, and yours should be in the rubbish bin instead."

And on hindsight, it's quite disturbing and admittedly insensitive, not to mention absurd for people, self-defined "normal" people (who's to say what's normal?) to debate about something that is personal.
How could we even think that we have the right to throw words back and forth about something that we cannot even remotely fathom unless we experience it ourselves?
How could we speak, as if we are like spectators scrutinizing other human beings on show, defining and confining them into boxes?

Never judge until you've "walked two moons in his mocassins (you wear 'em over your feet)", so to speak.


I'm embarassed. And I'm sorry if I've offended you.

But anyway, I lost and that was embarassing as well. lol.

I wasn't really nervous that day, as I had classes up to 7 pm to occupy my thoughts but when I met up with my teammate- a guy who was conned into taking part by one of my chi-muis- and we rehearsed, I was one bubbling nervous wreck!
I couldn't string simple sentences together and totally couldn't decipher what I wrote on my cue cards. (I was the whip, i.e the fella who rebuts lar basically) Team mate on the other hand, spoke fluent, Band 6 English.

What did I get myself into?

Time was running out, it was scheduled to start at 8.15 pm.
I had dinner. But appetite went MIA.

What did I get myself into?

Bathed, had friends pick up an outfit and rehearsed again.

OMG ! What. did. I. get. myself. into?

It didn't help to find out that one of the teams, from UiTM comprised of law students.
Fooling around with the camera helped ease the tension a little but when people start trickling in and the judges brought the UM debate club members to watch, it became very surreal.

Nonetheless when the ball started rolling, I had no choice but to force amy da Great Pretender to the fore.
Being the closing government's whip, I was the second last speaker.
The whole thing was getting pretty serious and factual. I originally thought that this British Parliamentary style of debating was supposed to be witty so when it was my turn to speak I pretty much decided; to hell with it, have fun instead.
Being the only girl among the 8 up there onstage, I milked every ounce of sarcastic sweetness I could muster.
Thank God the floor laughed when they were supposed to.
It was a rush and it reminded me of the good ol' days.
Minus the fact that we lost, and the fact that I probably made a fool out of myself, it was exhilarating.

Ah well.
I owe someone 2 weeks and a meal.

-With Chi-muis-

Apa nak buat?
---

I killed an innocent child the other day.
From drug overdose.

Overlooked the patient's age amidst the mayhem that is my lab session and prepared an adult form of simple linctus (cough mixture) instead of the Paediatric form.

Result : Got a blardy 10.5 out of a possible 100 for that particular preparation in one of my practicals.

That's like satu per sepuluh man.

Kin Wai's reaction was bigger than mine was though, lol.

I guess it should be alright. It'll be added up with other practical marks and the average constituting 10 %.
Should be alright one lar hor.

...........right?

Taggo

I shall spill all about the debate (you read that right!) when I have the pictures.

As for now:

Tagged by Esther

Debt 1:
Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!

*I think I've done this before, but anyway-

1. I still have and still sleep with, my smelly pillow. It's torn and tattered with pieces of cloth hanging from the corner- I literally love it to bits. It's been with me since forever. I would place it nicely alongside moi and let it be deliciously cold before dozing.

2. I'm rather superstitious. I will never, ever think of stepping on a book (*gasp), newspapers or printed materials of any kind. In cases where it couldn't be helped, I'll touch the item I've offended to my heart 3 times.

...
Okay that's weird.

3. I say a little silent prayer whenever I see an ambulance whizzing by, or when I chance upon funerals, or orbituaries for that matter.

4. I seldom leave a book hanging, I'll force myself to finish no matter how dreadfully boring it can be. Well, I can always finish it a few years later - but at least I make sure I read it til the last sentence!

5. I love to watch the skies in the morning, the moon at night and the trees anytime of the day.

6. I cannot bear to part with things that mean something to me, no matter how small - strings from parcels, the strips of papers from my results slip, that sweet wrapper. I'm one BIG rubbish-collector.


Debt 2:
SCHOOL CONFESSIONS
[ ] Talked back to a teacher.
[ X] Been kicked out of class. ( Yeap. In primary school. Quite an intense period of my life and affected me somewhat but it's all good.)
[ ] Worn pajamas to school.
[ ] Had your tooth fall out at school.
[x] Gotten lost in your school. (Gotten lost but walked anyway- and found a new path)
[x] Broken the dress code in school. ( Does hair count? "Sim mei, potong rambut!" Oh wait! I remember - skirt terlalu pendek!)
[X] Completely failed a test. (Failed a grade in music. LMAO)
[ ] Left class without asking.
[ ] Missed a whole week of school.
[x] Thrown up in school.
[ ] Been beat up at school.

HOME LIFE CONFESSIONS
[ 1/2 x] Argue with your parents a lot. (not a lot lar)
[ ] Argue with your brother(s) a lot. (not so much anymore)
[ ] Argue with your sister(s) a lot.
[x] Have your own room.
[x] Do your own laundry (I have to, now.)
[ ] Cook dinner once in a while.
[x] Are loud and obnoxious at home. ( But can give the silent treatment too.)
[x ] Wear pyjamas when you are not going anywhere.
[x] You sleep in very long. (during holidays)
[x] All you do is watch television. (All I WANT to do is that)
[ ] Your parents are divorced.
[ ] Your family makes you cry alot.
[ ] One or both of your grandparents live with you.
[] You can't stand being with your parents

FRIEND CONFESSIONS
[ ] You currently dislike one or more of your friends.
[x] You are jealous of one or more of your friends. (Yeah.. People are not easily satisfied, unfortunately- you can't always get what you want!)
[ ] Your friends are all taller than you. (not all)
[x] You have been ditched by a friend.
[x] You have memorised a friends phone number. (some. I remember house numbers better!)
[x] You have lost/forgotten a friends phone number.
[ ] You have been to all of your friends houses.
[x] You love most of your friends. ( a LOT)
[ ] You bite your nails.
[ ] You have an odd obsession with knives.
[ ] You cannot sleep with the door closed.
[ ] You cannot sleep with the door open.
[ X] There is at least one sound you cannot stand. (The sound of a penyodok scraping the floor - NOoO!)
[ ] You write stories about mad cannibalistic serial killers.
[X ] You are good at telling lies. (I've been called a professional liar to my amusement.)

LOVE CONFESSIONS
[X ]You currently like someone. (YOU.)
[ ] You want to kill one of your exes. ( no exes to kill)
[ X ]You can stay commited for an unusually long time. (I think)
[ ] You get bored of your crush/bf/gf easily.
[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you a bitch before.
[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called youself-centered before.

PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS
[ ] You hate George Bush.
[ ] Abortion is horrible and should be illegal.
[X ] Gay marriage is fine by you.
[ 1/4 X] Boys make better friends than girls do.
[xx] The beach is an excellent place for a date. (the sea the sea!)
[ ] Pink is an ugly color.
[x] Needles aren't so horrible.
[ ] Human flesh tastes like fine aged veal (they taste like chicken)
[x ]You have plenty of secrets.

HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS
[x] Fallen up the stairs.
[ ] Someone has tied your shoelaces together.
[ ] Had a nail fall off.
[ ] Captured, Manipulated, or Destroyed a soul by Ars Falcis
[ x] Had surgery( a minor one?)
[ ] Slapped someone across the face.
[ ] Killed someone.
[ ] Someone has called you a tease.
[ ] You have been to Europe.
[ ] You have worn something inside out for a whole day


Okay, done!
I tag
-Adrian Low!
-Caryn

I shall leave others off the hook!
I'm nice.

blah.

Mood : Not too good.

Feels : Hung-over from the excitement yesterday.
Giddy
Essentially exhausted.

Sunday oh Sunday

Music is playing at the background, blasting away in my ears. I can see couples beside me, studying- well , maybe not couples- but a guy and a girl nonetheless; STUDYING which is what I should probably do right now actually.
Ah but it's Sunday night. I need something to boost me up to prepare for the week ahead.

Have you ever tried reading a book, spending time and energy and brain cells in delving into the intricate characters and plots, all the way to the end only to find out that the last few pages has been ripped off ?!

@!#%$ !

beh tahan man!

The Seminar was, well, a typical seminar, with talks and Q & A sessions and of course, food. I mananged to stay awake for the first two talks, one on the importance of education and the other being about politics but by the third and the last, about economics- sorry la.

My story book got the better of me ( was reading Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison if you must know, the book with no ending. @!*#%$!)

The rest of my coursemates naturally buried their heads in their notes and books thoughout the whole day.

"Eh, very stressed leh looking at you guys studying. Make me feel darn guilty."


"See you read storybook, we lagi stress."



so who's the stress-er and who's the stress-ee?

I'm NOT at home.

It's a miracle I tell you!
It's Friday night, 10.30-ish pm and I'm sitting here in the
Computer lab,
UM,
50603 Kuala Lumpur.

No thanks to a Seminar to be held tomorrow, at the dewan, compulsory for all first years.
From 8 am to 6.30 pm. WTH?!
I'm so looking forward to it.

The people around me, some, decided not to go, yet I somehow find myself putting that option out of the question.
Just because of one word : "Compulsory"

Why am I such a sucker to always fall for that?

Gong Xi ah Gong Xi!

"What would you say to a Tiger?"



And Blackjack?



Good music and company spanning a range of generations?



I say



WOOHOO!



Ah. But endure the rashes the next day I must.



Chinese New Year has come but has not gone- Chinese people enjoy everything to the fullest, celebrations shall last til the 15th day!

So it's not too late I guess to wish everyone a
Seriously Happy Chinese New Year-with all the prosperity and happiness you need.



Mine was spent in Penang, how was yours?

Luurvely I hope!

May we look upon our world with a child-like wonder and enthusiasm.

Lots of love.

When ignorance ain't a bliss.

You might have heard of Darfur;
In the news, in print, in whispers.
Now find out,
And know; and be aware.


Conflict in Darfur- Wikipedia

Make Some Noise

In brief - Genocide Intervention Network

Human Rights Watch - Crisis in Darfur


The Holocaust served as a grim reminder;
Why the deja vu?

Are we to forget?

The day the God of Prosperity came to Klang

First day of holiday.

-Slept and slept some more.

-"I wanna eat Yee Sang! "

And so we had some. I came this close to licking the plate clean.

My father was in a new year mood and suggested stopping over in Klang town for some festive cheer and needless to say, loud blaring karaoke singing. They've closed off a stretch of road around the old Ocean supermarket ( no idea what it's being called now; to me, it'll always be Ocean. The Ocean of the days where Great Wall was the family lepak joint and Subang Parade was the farthest I've ever been. The Ocean where I'd beg for a cone of ice-cream and the place for pizza and.. ) and put up a stage at the end of the road, lined with stalls selling all things red.
Most of people there were well into their fifties and sixties; singing along to the Hokkien and Mandarin songs being performed on stage, sung with quavering booming voices.
There was even one Elvis song in between.
Not that I'm complaining, it's entertainment, anyway.
Not only Elvis Presley: reincarnated decided to drop by, the God of Prosperity aka Mr. Choy Sun decided to join in the fun too.
And he appeared in the most superb way possible.


Sashaying to the Star Wars theme.


Now, how cool is that!
Until the people showed everyone what we're famous for; hogging free gifts. People were grabbing at that poor fella, not only grabbing at his handful of ang pows, but his beard, his hat, his clothes! Til the organizer had everyone line up.

He was like the oriental Santa Claus, except a little thinner, has a black beard instead of white and is decked in gold instead of holly. Uncles and Aunties, instead of little children; lining up to whisper into Choy Sun's ear their wishes.

Tell Choy Sun want you want for this Chinese New Year..

Heh heh.. *whisper whisper whisper*

The night wasn't over it seems as later on, while being in a shop, I saw with my own eyes what good the people can do too, in the face of shame and thoughtlessness.
I saw, admist shouts and mayhem a man running away from the police, passing barely inches from us.
And I saw, brave civilians catching hold of him as he sprinted, handing him over to the authorities.
Not that I'm immediately assuming that the runaway was guilty, but if he was,
Civic consciousness is alive and well and how mighty glad I am that that is so.
Looks like entertainment can be found down in the streets as well!


p/s :

I blardy well want to go to the Muse concert.

Can someone take me?

PleasE?

Home, home on the range..where the deers and the antelopes play?

I'm back home after 2 exhausting weeks of preparing and sitting for tests (not to self : it's just a test for goodness sake..)
But it's done and over with, and I'm living in the present tense.

glycolysis, gluconeogenesis, tricarboxylic cycle, solutions - so long for now. Muaks.

I am sleepy and I can't think straight.
I'm bloated and I've again, gained weight.
Mom says face is chubby,
I say "Hello, tummy!"
I'm feeling crappy,
When I should be happy,
Why am I rhyming,
I must be dreaming
Syndrome maybe?
Hurricane in me.
Or maybe,
I'm just sleepy.

I'm currently having SIMS - Stuck In Malaysia Syndrome.

Symptoms : A tinge of Jealousy, Hallucinations culminating in Guilt.

Cause : Wandering minds.

I want to see, I want to touch, I want to breathe, I want to hear and smell.
I want Life.

Valentine's coming?
Oh really?

...

Nothing to say.








I am sleepy.

Of caffeine and choirs and a night.

I'm getting too old for caffeine. I swear to the person above that I am.
Conveniently ordered a jumbo coffee for myself while out with Jolyn and wrecked my whole night, making me think incoherently and *gasp* increasingly emotional, forcing me to come clean to my written diary, which unfortunately none of you can read.
Ha. Ha. Too bad.
Classes are whizzing by faster than 'peep-peep' road runner before I could even lift my hand to wave goodbye. Other people's notes are covered with colourful highlights with little foot notes in between while mine are virgin pure.
Other brains are filled with glucose-6-phosphates and dehydrogenase enzymes and the mechanisms of nucleophilic substitution while mine is filled with,
...

*Knock, knock - anybody home?*
-Silence-
*Brain are you there? I need you, erm, to start, erm, like now?*
-Silence-
...
Fine.


Stuff's been happening, yours truly joined the inter-college choir competition (7/1) but we didn't win- oh, well.

-Blurry picture of my outfit -

Became an emcee for the first time in my life during the Pharmacy Nite (12/1), one of 5 - 2 formals, 3 informals.

Hard work, man!

Us emcees drove over from UM like sheeps in the city, very proudly found our way to Crown Princess hotel but missed the turning into the hotel. Cursing like mad, we had to drive quite a distance before finding an opportunity to make a U-turn. A U-turn by turning into a research facility of which we weren't supposed to even enter. We were duly stopped by the guards when exiting.

"Tempat ini sepatutnya tak boleh masuk, dik!"

Maya, one of the girls sitting in the backseat immediately pretended to be asleep.

Plenty of minta maafs later, Hani, the uber modern KLite from TTDI blurted,

"Maaf abang, kita baru datang KL, tak tahu jalan. Sorry ye!"

It took all the effort I could muster to not burst out laughing. I'm mighty glad the car registration plate wasn't a 'W'.

Busted!

-Us (minus me), early in the morning, having our breakfast of nasi lemak-

Paid more than 50 bucks but ate nothing the whole night except a few morsels of fish. So not worth it right?! Thats the punishment for being involved in performances too. Yeap. Danced. I have no idea how I became involved, actually.

-Dance 1; Rehearsals-

-Fooling around while waiting for hair and make-up-

After being made-up, we had no choice but to peep behind walls.
"Eh, look at Senior who-and-who! So pretty!"
"Wah, her hair so *keng! (incredible)"
Spying on them, there's only one conclusion :
Girls can never, ever take too many photographs.


-Taking a breather in between emcee-ing-

I didn't get a new dress, used the same one for the Prom last year. Blardy lebih- I almost couldn't fit into it. Being a demure person -ahem- I had to cover myself up. It was a requirement, anyway.

-With some coursemates, in a dress that had shrunk-

-All the first years- almost all anyway-

Let's play spot Sim Mei!

-Emcees unite!-

Thank goodness there were no big blunders, even if there were, no one dared to tell me about it anyway.

-After the endless rehearsals, put-downs, criticism, nervousness and even tears, it arrived, we did what we set out to do and it became but a memory-

Was finally able to have a good night's sleep.

At 4 a.m.

Woke up the next day for lunch with Est, Bee Fong, Lorraine, Sher Ri and EV.

Ah, but that's another story.

Me, out!

p/s :

Blessed Birthday Lorraine!

It IS snowing

24th.
Roasted chicken, Cranberry sauce, lasagne, shepherd's pie, macaroni and cheese, crackers and tuna, beans salad, Salad-salad, angel's hair, potatoes, tomatoes, stuffings.
Cakes and orange.
Little children and family.
And a brand new addition - cousin's girlfriend.
Beautiful table, heavenly aroma. Too bad there are no pictures to tempt you.
Christmas makan of the father's side.
Went over to Asha's;
Briyani rice, chicken curry, mutton curry, vegetables, potatoes, cakes, cookies, murukku.
And orange.
And new company.

25th.
Blessed Christmas !
When I awake from my slumber I shall be going back to the dreaded routine of work and studies and work. I'm gonna miss my friends sooo much; UM shall be my abode for the next few months so forgive me if this space becomes my ranting ground.
I sincerely wish you a good year ahead, and that all of us shall learn and live and taste life in all its sweetness.
I wish you this quote :
God grant me the serenity to accept things I cannot change;
the courage to change the things I can;
and the wisdom to know the difference.

I wish you the strength to get through life's lessons,
and the child-like innocence to enjoy life's pleasures.

Jing-a-ling-ling!

It's snowing!

I'm on the verge. Of what?

23rd.
Roasted chicken (as opposed to traditional turkeys-but meat just the same), angel hairs, spaghetti, potatoes, fried bacon, pumpkin soup.
Swedish Cakes
& Ice-cream cakes.
Sparkling juices
Wine and flavoured vodka.
Blushing faces, cold body but heart warmed by alcohol.
Presents (argh. Mad rush to get them) and family.
Christmas get-together of the mom's side. Lurve-ly.

Wine? Oh yes, please. More? Oh, yes please.Merry Christmas everyone!

Cheers!

Love,

Me.

ee von's

Music has an intricate way to wrap humans around its little finger.Its melodious tunes unite souls, carries you upon its backTo the highest of highs and lowest of lows.It soothes you, fills you with hope,Makes your cringe and cry in utter sadness.Ah, sweet music.
Leave it to humans to kill its purity; i.e.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9m4C2uLglI

In case you were wondering, it was James Morrison's You Gave Me Something.In my defense, I purposely sang it that way.
We celebrated ee von's birthday at red box.
Snappity Snap!

Birthday girl with a, erm. LOA something-someone.

As usual, Charlie punya angels became our muse.

Happy Burfday Ee Von!

I'm going back tomorrow to ol' University, sadly, But i shall be back!

With a vengeance

Of worn and yellow pages

I came this close to heaven today.
It was beautiful.

I stepped into the hall and had to compose myself. Took a deep breath and plunged in.
Rows upon rows, stacks upon stacks of books.
Superb, brilliant albeit a bit yellow books.
All going for freakin' low prices!
To feel all those covers, both hard and soft and to read and browse through each and every one, it was seriously exhilarating. The best part was, you can actually feel the love! All those people with baskets-ahem, yours truly, included- with books in them, book lovers unite!
I spotted not 1, but 2 copies of one of my favourite, favourite books of all time; The Education of Little Tree, which is quite difficult to find. I was so tempted to grab one just so I could have 2 but I figured I should share it, and let someone else find it and read it, hopefully.
See? I'm so considerate.
I spotted another novel which I bought not too long ago for almost 35 bucks going for rm3. What the hell?
I was sore.

I came out unscathed though, and no, I didn't buy all of them. I even took out some from my basket.
In the end, grabbed 9 books for a meagre RM24.20.
That's even less than what one usually pays for 1 !
I'm ecstatic.

I'm so ecstatic I'm listing down what I bought. For the heck of it.

Notes to Myself -Hugh Prather.
The moment I saw this worn little book I just knew it's for me. With a line like :
"Unless I accept my faults I will most definitely doubt my virtues. "
Gimme more!

Snow Falling on Cedars-David Guterson
Heard about it, curiosity seeps in. Oh well, it's only RM2.50.

The Stone Diaries-Carol Shields
Pulitzer Prize Winner. I'm always a sucker for prize winners; just so I can judge for myself how good it really is.

Sula - Toni Morrison
Oprah's favourite. We shall see eh?

Oliver Twist-Charles Dickens
I doubt I will read this as I've already seen the movie. But it's a classic nonetheless, so buy to keep la!

Midwives-Chris Bohjalian
Wow. Cool name. Boh-ja-lian. It's not a to-do book though.
So no, after reading this I still wouldn't know how to deliver your baby for you.

Song of Solomon-Toni Morrison
She's a Nobel Prize winner man!

A Man Of The World- Jane Hamilton
It has Oprah's Book Club's chop on its front cover.
'Nuff said.


So peeps, If you're interested, head over to 3K Complex in Subang/Sunway ( next to A&W), 2nd floor.
Pay Less Books Stock Clearance is on til tomorrow!

Share the lurve!

Black Holes & Revelations

Guess what I saw in The Star today.

Muse set for Feb 25 date
KUALA LUMPUR: Rock concert culture in Malaysia will get a tremendous boost with British alternative rock outfit Muse confirmed to play at Stadium Negara here on Feb 25. Tickets go on sale early next month.
...

I'm hyperventilating!

Of cosplay and mommy dearest Part II

Ah-choo! alright, alright, you've got me good.

I had a blast with ern, sien, karin n c wah over at Times and Sg Wang on sunday. Sien was *cosplay-ing -technically as she was there to help a friend out but she was on stage nonetheless, speaking japanese!- and it was my first ever experience, being in a cosplay event.
Very surreal; I felt like I was an intruder because I have no idea whatsoever who or what they're portraying on stage and what their performance all meant when everyone around me-in the front, sides, back knew at once.
"Oh ! She's Nana !" *screams*
"That's Oko-na-so-dunno-what!" *screams*
"She's doing the scene where Princess Sakura..." *screams*
But it was fun nonetheless.

That's Sien.

We parked at Times Sq for almost 12 hours !
Go figure.

My mother has always been vocal in disapproving dating while being in school and I've always respected that. To quote her : When you go out there you'll realize just how many better guys there are.

Well, I don't know about that, but I digress.

Eventhough my brother is already 24, my mom has never pushed him to get married or question him incessantly. In fact, she says he's too young to settle down. Suffice to say, she never bugs us to get hooked and she's always on our side whenever aunties or uncles ask the million dollar question : When are you getting a boyfriend/ girlfriend?

Or so I thought.

We were drinking coffee, yet again, at Kluang Station, Ikano, watching the world pass us by when an elderly man walks by holding small child. Out of the blue, she said,

"When only will I get to carry my grandchild?"

Silence.

My brother looked at me and I naturally, turned to look at him. Before he could say anything, I retorted

"Koko, ka yau! "(Elder brother, add oil!) and continued concentrating on my tea.

I should have known the pressure would come! You see, earlier we bumped into a mutual family friend, Auntie A and her family. When two acquaintances meet each other after a few years you can almost predict what each will say.

First, there would be the customary "How are you's?", "What are you doing here's?", "Eaten already's?" and then the conversation will revert to the children.

Mom: "Eh? Your eldest son leh?"

Auntie A : "Aiya, he doesn't follow us already, he's out dating with his girlfriend. I'm supposed to go to China with him, but now since he has his girlfriend, he doesn't want to follow me, so I'm bringing my youngest. That's why I'm here, to buy winter clothing, China very cold, nowadays."

Mom : "Oh. Wah, your daughter so thin already ar!"

Me! Me! My turn! Say I'm thin too! Quick!

Auntie A : "Yeahla, everyday study, study, study, she was on the Dean's List since forever. She's studying in ... . She has a boyfriend too you know."

I have a feeling Auntie A is not gonna say I'm thin.

Mom : "Wah.."

Auntie A: "Her boyfriend's father drives a Mercedez, you know!"

Mom : "Wah.."

So there we were, at Kluang Station when she related the whole story to my dad, placing great emphasis on China, China, China, winter clothing (adding that the only cold place she's ever been to is Genting), boyfriend and Mercedez.

So actually I wasn't very surprised with all the grandchild thingy. It's just a phase. I'm comforting myself.

Then she added, as an afterthought: "I almost wanted to say that my daughter's boyfriend's father drives a Jaguar!"

Thank god she didn't!

Because the last time I checked, I don't have any boyfriend's father driving no Jaguar.

I don't even have a boyfriend. Period.

*Cosplay - a contraction of the English words "costume" and "play", is a Japanese subculture centered on dressing as characters from manga, anime, tokusatsu, and video games, and, less commonly, Japanese live action television shows, fantasy movies, or Japanese pop music bands. However, in some circles, "cosplay" has been expanded to mean simply wearing a costume.

-Wikipedia-

I'm stuck.

My mom's sick and that spells bad news for me because when mommy dearest is down with something, yours truly is stuck at home like UHU to paper.
Or elephant glue to the soles of your shoes.
*Sigh.
She needs her rest, so I'm not bitter or anything eventhough I didn't go out this whole blardy week minus the eating sessions, of course.
And it just occured to me, I've only like 1 blardy week left before leaving for Uni.
Where oh where has my month-long holiday gone?
WAIL!

But we did go out for dinner though, to one of those many makan stalls in Bukit Tinggi, after some indecisiveness of course. Too expensive! I went there yesterday! Just had that this week!
Judging from what I saw at the place where we ate, I must say that Klang people are one productive lot! Little kids swarmed the place, occupying almost every table. Keep it up people, MCA will be extremely proud!
Not that there are no kids at my table but I've always considered my brother and I to be Big Buffalos instead.

We had dinner and then walked over to Kayu for drinks, almost immediately after.
Our excuse? Too early to go home.
SO, there we were, drinking our blardy RM2 punya Milo panas and Nescafe tarik, watching Manchester United playing Manchester City, conversing among ourselves about nothing at all, really.

Eh you know...Ha Ha Ha. Auntie dot-dot-dot... Ha Ha Ha.

Mom : I wonder how clubbing is like, how I wish I can go sometimes.

Brother almost choked. I was amused.

Dad : Aiyo, nothing one lar! What for all these kinds of things.. Haiyo..

Mom : Thank gawd I enjoyed myself first before meeting you, going to disco and stuff.

Now, I'm very amused.

Continues, Yalar, last time we went all the way to PJ Hilton. Happening, man!

Me : Erm, by bus? Heh heh.

Mom : glaring at me, where got disco during the day one! By car, of course.

Me : How old were you then? Wait for it, wait for it..

Mom : nonchalantly, Oh, about 20, 21.

NOW!

Me : Oh, so I can go clubbing now if I want to lar.

Mom : taken aback, regains composure... Absolutely NOT!

Dang!

To you, to me, to you back.

It's like a face inside...

I feel lost,
Crazy and lazy, mixed-up,
Like a martini-"shaken or stirred?"
Haven't had a martini yet, dear sir.

Rambling on like an old
storyteller,
With his clothes tattered and shrivelled
Hands,
But his eyes,
Oh his eyes, how they twinkled, dear sir.

Sleep would not come,
Mr. Stardust and Mrs. Moonlight
Cheated me;
I thought and wandered
Off to a hall of mirrors,
Reflecting a myriad of me but
I could not see, I could not find,
Nope, I could not feel, dear sir.

You would think me mad,
That ubiquitous light bulb
Shone and blinked.
Blink! Blink!
Defiled a book I haven't
In months.
Caressed a book I haven't
In years.
Blink! Blink!
In the calmness and eerieness of the night,
It Blinked. Finally it did, dear sir.

Of Starlight and Moondust
That's you, dear sir.




THAT'S the result when I have nothing to blog about.
Well, I have actually, but this came out instead.
Who am I to fight the twisted needs of yours truly?
Not me.

Disclaimer : It is NOT about a guy, or any guy for that matter. Never my intention.

Nothing to do?

Step 1 :
Click on
http://www.mtvasia.com/Funstuff/Xmas/xmas.php

Step 2 :
Hunt for the tree named 'amy-da-great'

Step 3 :
Leave a message after the beep!

One lady, many ladies

My brother said it was boring but I didn't listen. The Lady In The Water by M.Night Shyamalan turned out to be everything that I've expected and more. The plot, the twist, the cameo by the brilliant director, the mood, the underlying theme and motive (or maybe I just think too much), the hilarious characters; mind-blowing.

It's about a bedtime story, and how people are ultimately connected and find themselves inexplicably drawn together by forces unseen. These different characters who seemingly have nothing in common and are as diverse as the universe - A Korean mother and her ultra-modern daughter, a sad, stuttering manager,a lovable pair of Indian siblings, an African American father with a niche for crossword puzzles and his son, with a niche for cereal boxes plus many more, intertwined in a way that only happens in, yes, bedtime stories.
The thing that I liked about the movie is how these people trust each other without any qualms and believed the protaganist without any questions asked.
They definitely aren't cynics. Now, how sweet is that.
And of course, a bedtime story isn't complete without its happy ending- with flying eagles and fighting monsters and all that.

Nope, didn't tear up though.

I don't wish to be sucked into something so mundane as this and it's been commented to death but what the heck.

Courtesy of www.thestar.com.my

"The Kota Baru Municipal Council (MPKB) has announced that it would “no longer tolerate indecent dressing” by women, both Muslim and non-Muslim.
Public relations officer Mohd Azman Daham said that under local council by-laws women who “dressed sexily or indecently” could be fined up to RM500. "

How do you define indecent? And who are you to define?

and then,

"The council had received complaints from ratepayers that certain shop assistants and waitresses here donned sexy outfits, supposedly to woo more male customers"


I didn't know men can be generalized to be so shallow. For the sake of future generations for it is the men punya seed that is sowed, so to speak, I hope that this isn't true.

Today,

"According to ... (don't wanna be sued), there was no denying that men would be aroused by a scantily- dressed woman, as this was human nature"

Go ahead. Play the blame game. Scantily- clad women are the cause of molest, rape, incest. Oooh, you better cover yourself up! If not, you'll get what you deserve.
Don't even show an inch of skin cause men will salivate, get aroused and need to get off. It is their human nature after all.
Rape cases involving grandmothers and innocent children?
Aiya, that one, special case *wink wink*

I tell you what, since we're blaming one sex, why leave the other out of all the fun?
Why not make it compulsory to blind fold all men?
This way, they won't get aroused, and they won't prey on innocent women, women with the freedom to choose whatever the heck they wanna do to themselves.
Win-win, no?

It's cheap too, you know, to get black cloth.
Only RM3.50 per yard. Maybe enough for 12 people?
Works out to be roughly 30 sen per person.

Ekonomi tak bagus !

Of boxes and bigger ass

I could just reach out and pop the moon

My life these days revolve around sleeping like a pig until about midday after which like a clockwork, I would brush my teeth, grab the cup of honey and slice of bread my dad prepared and plop myself down on the couch. Not before flipping on the idiot box, though.
I will then channel surf and start reading the day's papers.
Grab a quick shower and plop down again for lunch.
Channel surf once again and if I'm lucky I'll be able to catch a movie or two.
5.30 pm : Fashion Avenue over at Discovery Travel and Adventure.
6.00 pm : Get a kick out of watching the Emperor's concubines bitch and backstab each other.
Bathe again and off for dinner and/or go out somewhere with family or parents.
Comes home and plops down in front of a more intelligent box - The Computer. cue : Oooh. Aaahh.
When it's past midnight and dawn threatens to break in no more than 6 hours, I will then retire to bed and curl up with a good book.

And another day starts.

Man. I am so darn productive.

I need you to take me out. Please? If not I'll blame you for my bigger ass.

Currently loves : The Killers - Sam's Town
Currently boring into : John Steinbeck's Cannery Row

'Twas the night before Saturday

Don't you wanna feel my bones on your bones?

Scene : Flashes of lightning fills the dark, dark skies; illuminating the heavens, a sign of the coming rumbling thunder. The rain pours, washing away the dirt on the tarred road. Water is rising in the corners; giving off reflections of the street lamps.
A family of four seeks shelter, waiting for the relentless rain to relent.
The car sits across the road.
The youngest girl looks up into the heavens, it seems like it's getting better.
Should they run across?

Teet teet !

The eldest boy opens the car door, it's automated.

The mother runs with all her might, drops of rain plops on her but she doesn't care.

The father and daughter prepares to run across, but what's this?

A hand stops them.

They paused and looked at the brother, to whom the hand belongs, and there under the shelter, the 3 of them understood each other without speaking; and watched.

Teet!

The door locks; just as the mother reaches for the door handle.

She turns...

"WOI !"

Gosh, we almost died laughing.

Happy World AIDS Day people.

Don't discriminate,
don't play mate-mate;
without being safe.

brown stripes-black : brack? Bla-aoun!

I did it.

I thrive on stability. It's in my blood, it's written in the stars, not to say I'm a very big believer, but you see, I'm of the bull.
*grunt*
I talk a lot, wanting to do new stuff but oftentimes, I find myself chickening out, unless I'm with other people and I force myself into doing whatever just to not lose face.

Anyway,


I finally did something to my hair after getting approval from my dear papa. I very nearly decided against it but ah,
I need to act on impulse once in a while.

Yours truly isn't your typical good girl after all, if you haven't already figured that out yourself.

So, I might not look as good as before, like an ah lian (*ahem : CZECH) or better than ever.
It doesn't matter, cause I blardy well like it.

And my mom,

And so did my dear papa.


Which of course is good, since they both paid for it.

Cut!

My family and I went furniture and lighting window-shopping today, around Bkt Tinggi. Man, there are seriously a lot of lights out there.
And surprise, surprise, most of them are of course, attached to the ceiling.
Hand over that sore neck lotion please.

"Mummy! Let's get that one!"

Pointing to a mesh of aluminium twisted to resemble Medusa's head of snakes with tiny bulbs poking out.

Mom's eyes grew big.

"What bout this?"

Pointing, yet again, gleefully, to a humongous lantern-like lighting which is of course, about 50 sizes too big.

Oh, what fun.

Dad, mischievously : "What's so special about white bulbs?"

"They give off white light"

...wow.

I'm intent on getting one of bumblebees whose butts light up when you switch them on.

I find them oddly amusing; butts that go ting!

Part II : 4's

-Tagged by Ee Von and Kin Wai-

4 Things many don't know.
-I can be pretty insecure at times
-I LOVE to watch sports tho' not necessarily play them-F1, wrestling-yes, even that-, basketball , CHELSEA! (not ciao si, mind you. blek)
-I sing my heart out at home alone.
-and dance like nobody's watching, only, there is nobody watching.

4 Movies I could watch over and over again
-You've Got Mail (Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan..just..sweet)
-Sleepless in Seattle (and again)
-The LOTR (Breathless)
-The Blues Brothers (Flying cars!)

4 Places I've lived
-Port Klang.
-Pandamaran, Port Klang.
-Kolej Ibnu Sina, UM.
-Aunt's hse, grandma's hse, unc's hse..

4 TV Shows I love
-Everybody Loves Raymond
-Grey's Anatomy
-House
-Oprah (just like a housewife)

4 Places I've been on vacation
-Penang (Gosh..countless times)
-Rawa Island (Be-U-T-Full)
-Langkawi Island
-Malacca

4 Of my favourite food
-Roti Canai with sugar (wah liu..)
-Baked beans and eggs and rice!
-Lap Cheong (chinese sausages)
-Bak kua (erm..whatchacallit? Burnt meat ar?)


4 Places I would rather be.
-On a sandy white beach, looking at the beautiful sea.
-In a humongous library where I can borrow as many books as I want.
-Out at a cafe, with friends, drinking hot chocolate, or ice cream would do.
-Anywhere with my family.
can I get one more?

-In the middle of the forest, by a tranquil stream. Note: Not being lost in the forest though.


4 Favourite songs
-Dreaming my Dreams -The Cranberries
-Island In The Sun -Weezer
-Yellow-Coldplay
-Ironic-Alanis Morrisette
and loads more.

4 Others I wanna tag.
Kexin (heh heh)
Shin D!
Chee Shin
Kenny ? (the most convenient..hehe)

Part I : 3's

-Tagged by Kin Wai -

3 hobbies
-Reading
-Watching tv
-Lepak-ing with family n friends

3 things on my to-do list
-Love myself more
-Be grateful for what I'm blessed to receive
-Lose weight. (okay, that's admittedly quite impossible)

3 unique traits
-Ability to sit for hours with a mug of coffee watching the world go by.
-Multitasking. Read : chatting over the headphones, checking mails, blogging, watching tv, replying sms, reading newspapers.
-Pretending to be innocent.

3 favourite drinks
-Milo
-Kikapoo
-Juices

3 passions
-Books
-Music
-Food!

3 awesome movies
-The LOTR trilogy (all hail !)
-The Sound of Music
-Grease

3 good bands
-Red Hot Chilli Peppers
-The Cranberries
-Limp Bizkit

3 things I am anal about
EH?

3 random guys
-Li Wei (chatting with him)
-Hao Shen
-Papa

3 bad habits
-Letting my mouth loose
-Tendency to snap at parents and then regret about it the next second
-Procrastinating

3 painful experiences
-Monthly cramps
-Splitting with friends, going off into new horizons
-Not being sure of myself

3 treasured moments
-School days...especially Form 6 (miss 'em like crazy)
-Exam results days (so far)
-Any moments with family

3 goals before 30.
-Travel around the world, at least travel somewhere.
-Find someone of my dreams?
-Find a job that gives me contentment and satisfaction.

3 favourite desserts
-Chocolate cake
-Cheese cake
-Ice cream

3 people I tag
Ee Von
Kexin
Kenny

Breathe

I am officially free.

Wednesday
Had Organic Chemistry til 12 pm. Almost had a cardiac arrest when the examiner boomed out in a loud voice "10 minutes left !" It's a wonder I didn't drop dead in shock. Passed up my cakar ayam papers and exhaled.

The heavens opened up and poured bucketloads of rain. (To wash our tears away?) Ah, but that didn't deter us from going out anyway, us, bunch of desperados. Arrived in Midvalley soaking wet and freezing.
The Covenant played on the silver screen. The popcorn never tasted so delicious.
-It was okay-lar, pretty predictable and quite mediocre acting. But what do I know about acting anyways?-

Shopped for beloved mommy's birthday present. I'm SO glad she loved it.

Thursday
Mom : "You're definitely not in the room, right? Where to this time?"
To the river of money. *
You can't expect a girl like me to stay cooped up inside.
Shopped and ate and walked and ate.
And came back at 11 pm.

Friday
Yours truly went for dance practice.
You heard that right. Me, sim mei, is performing.

Okay, you can stop laughing now.

Saturday

More practice.

My feet hurt.

My body's aching.



Sunday

1.2.3.4. And 5.6.7.8.
1.2.3.4. Jump. Prance. Break your bones.

Ouch.

The pull of 007 was too strong.
Midnight movie beckons. I almost fell asleep. Almost.
But it was good.


Monday

Muscles may scream
But my legs say go!

Hello again GSC!
Step Up was surprisingly entertaining...
Cool moves, good looking people, great music.

Tuesday

I am here, in the computer lab, typing this. Will be back in Klang very shortly.

Miss you guys!

I'm lovin' this.

* Sg.Wang.

31

Mom : Today's the 31st hor?

Erm. Yeah.

Mom : Got discount today, hor?

Rev that car engine up baby!

*evil laughter*

What has Amy been up to lately?

Drinking mysterious, sweet, urine-coloured potions

Taking random pictures

In order to face this

GASP

I need all the luck I can get.

Muaks people.

Deeps and Hars

yeah Kin wai, I'm one big meaty balloon. Can't blame moi friend !

I've been wanting to post this up earlier but ah, the procrastinator in me surfaced again, coupled with the fact that I have one humongous load of notes that I'm supposed to finish reading by next week.
Help !
Please?

Anyways, yours truly is back at home for about 2 weeks, of which every moment is a treasured moment, supposingly on her study break but darn the big bad TV to the depths of the fiery basement.
I fell victim to ED, Grey's Anatomy, The Apprentice, MTV, Channel V, Winter Sonata. You read that right - Winter Sonata... Gosh !
Ah well.

It's great living in a multiracial country, but it is even better if your own family is multiracial. My family and my dad's Klang clan went back to Penang to celebrate the joyous occasion that is Deepavali with my beloved Uncle and his family. It's beautiful really to see so many family members gathered in the house, for a dinner and of course, drinks.
It was nice to see my Uncle smiling with glee at all the loud noise, running toddlers, hysterical young adults and laughing gossipy aunties and uncles all under his own roof. It's a wonder that the roof didn't get blown off by the sheer noise. Everyone dug into the neverending food; tender mutton, spicy chicken, crispy freshly-made roti canai, vegetables, cakes of which I guiltily took more than I should. Chocolate and mint, man!
And then, there were of course, the drinks.
Rounds of bottoms-up among the cousins.
As I was one of the youngest, I wasn't allowed to participate-boo!- thinking that I'm the innocent one, that I, of all people, should be protected.
Nonetheless, they must have got a tad tipsy towards the end as I was allowed 2 glasses of wine and 2 shots of whisky-finally!- after which my face turned red like a blardy tomato.
Cis..jatuh saham
Ate all I could of glorious Penang food and came back home. Throughout the whole holiday there I probably managed to read about 2 pages of Anatomy? Good job, amy.
On the way home, thinking that I must at least do some work since I'm forced to be in the car for at least 4 hours, took out my notes to the disbelieving sideways glance of mom, managed a few lines? and snored for the next TWO HOURS.
Wow, superb job, amy.

Went over to Deva and Navina's houses for belated Deepavali visiting with Alvinder but missed Shazeer's one though.

I had a great time.

Now, I've got to stick my nose into my books with UHU glue if you don't mind.
Pardon me for the lack of updates, but I'll be back!

Astalavista baby!

The good, the bad; wait for it, the ugly.

On an island in the sun
We'll be playin' havin' fun

Doo Doo

Part 1

Revelations may just strike you whenever and where ever. You might be sitting on the throne doing your business of making magnifique chocolate cake and stuff just pops up in your head. Sometimes your path crosses with another who touches your life, even for a brief moment and restore your faith in something you hold dear to your heart.
I've had a part of my faith restored, thanks to a few lecturers who helped me believe-a little-again that the bubble around my wild, optimistic and utopic expectations of being in a University, especially in a Malaysian University, might be able to be restored after an abrupt bursting a few months ago.
When that little bubble burst, it was quite depressing actually.
Ah. But you see, I shouldn't blow that bubble in the first place.

He who expects nothing shall never be disapponted.

How to not expect my life to be bigger than me?

The conditions before almost made me want to become a lecturer. Just to shake things up. Just to ensure that future students will not be disappointed like I was. To restore the romantic notions of tertiary education. Where's my green fields, blue skies, historical walls, beautiful books, unwritten future, strong pillars? But who am I to judge before being in their shoes?

Nonetheless, it's good to cross path with advocates of knowledge. To remind me that I am a student. And to be proud of it.

Part 2

Can someone enlighten me on what had become of our students?
I was at the PTUM Theatrical Performance the other day and Rudeness was all around me I couldn't stand it.
___ Ong Ka Ting ( Dato' / Datuk / YB /-fill in the blank-) was on the stage, giving a speech, in Bahasa Melayu and almost everyone around me -except a few of my friends- were busy talking and laughing in a loud voice. I mean, come on, would it hurt to give that poor guy up there a bit of attention and appreciation for showing up?
As if that wasn't enough, and this was actually the main thing that got me so fired up at that time, was that, when he switched from speaking in BM to Chinese for a while, the people around me immediately shut up.
Wow.

Speechless man.

WTH?!

You talk when he was speaking in our national languange, which, I assume you would understand perfectly fine- if you managed to go all the way up to University level, unless by some miracle or by the extra-screwed up, if not already screwed up system- but you showed respect when he switched languages?
I didn't know courtesy comes in colours.
I've always thought it was colour blind.

No prizes for guessing whether any attention was paid when it was Dr. Razali Agus's (VC for Alumni and Student Affairs - think) turn to speak.

And these are the leaders of a muhibbah country.

Food for thought isn't it?

Might be trivial to some, but my fuse was lit.
Which doesn't happen very often.

A moment

What's this?

I can taste the saltiness of the beads,

That runs down my face.

Uncertainty devours from within

To face the puppet-strung sun

Of which its brightness

Fluctuates,

Like the tide

Wash away the saltiness, please?

"For a moment, No."

The day UEM called

I've just finished bathing when I saw a missed call.
"UEM"

Eh?
Oh. Scholarship.
Called back but no one answered -dang!

In the middle of dinner, the phone rang and there it was, again - "UEM"
The scholarship has been offered to yours truly and I was supposed to confirm at the very moment. Yeah, as if fickle-minded ol' Sim Mei would make a big decision like that in an instant.
So, managed to defer the decision to today.
Called papa-o and mummy-o and guess what they said?
After a whole lot of other things; "Up to you."

Ah, but papa knows her daughter very well, so he basically knows that she will think a lot, so he thought for her instead.

The thing is, I would have to be bonded to them for 4 years, on top of the compulsory 4 years government service (1 year housemanship + 3 yrs service)
So if I were to accept and to decide to switch fields, I'd be a ripe old age of 32.
On the plus side, it would be an opportunity to learn from one of the main, if not the biggest pharmaceutical group.
And I would have a job secured for me after the compulsory service.
And oh, did I ever mention that I was actually contemplating a teeny weeny bit about switching to medic?
But that's beside the point and another story altogether. I've been blessed with what I'm doing right now and I'll make the most out of it. I will.

I've had a chat with my mentor and I think I have a better view on things.
But ultimately, the decision is mine, mine all the way.
Let's see how it goes, shall we?

When banners and papers went a-flying

It's election day today, a day when every single student of UM and other Universities too, it seems,( thanks to thestar.com.my), exercise their right to vote.
It was pretty darn exciting in my humble opinion. Maybe it's the fact that I get to vote, for the very first time in my life, just like how I've seen my parents vote, when elections swung by, seeing people in uniforms around the hall (blue, in this case) to take care of order-yeah,order in an empty dining hall- and having people crossing your name out with a red pen when you hand them your card.
The thrill of walking towards the silvery,covered compartments with pen attached, with a secret to keep, a secret that will be translated onto colourful pieces of paper, to be crossed and casted into ballot boxes as part of one huge, multi-tone voice.
I have to say though, that the days leading to it was fairly quiet, especially in my college- the college of "polite" and "nerdy" mostly medical fac's students. Nonetheless, the feel, albeit soft, was there, some of the candidates came over during dinner time (how smart are they, to catch hold of people when they're eating) to campaign in their coats and their flyers and their konco-konco (right hand men).
"How are you?, My name is... "
"Ni hao? Wo shi.."
"Enjoying your food? heh heh."

Seeing their sweaty faces, the least people could do was to stop eating and pay attention to them and to take the effort to read their manifestos. I mean, I'm sure it took guts to approach total strangers, whats more, to ask them to vote for you, so for that, they reserve respect. It's just plain rude to pretend they don't exist and treating their flyers of which they've distributed without any lack of effort as undigested waste material, excreted from the other opening other than the mouth.
It wouldn't hurt to show some support. An ear, an eye, even if your minds don't share the same inkling.

Of course, I've got a free keychain in the process too.

And with elections, there are politics. Pro-government, not so pro-government.
Sad to say, I don't much about either. I didn't get to join any ceramah of any kind, nor talks, nor get a hold of what they are actually fighting for. The only gist I have, carried by a little birdie, is that the government gave you a University building, gave you a place in the University and thus, you're obliged to 'X' near where you think you should.
Another birdie came by and said that you might get kicked out of the college if you don't vote like you, again, should.
Now, should you?
If I don't know any better, I would say that I sound just like a radical.
That's for me to know, and for you to find out.

I'm still waiting for my varsity life to start.
I so don't feel like a University student yet.

Wah, bangga.

There was a stack of papers on my class rep's table, 'NOTITIA' it read.
Why Pharmacy? Hmm. Why so very the familiar?
My Name.
It was embarassing and exciting at the same time. An article, by me! My name splashed onto the newspapers 2-paged papers all over the country all over the Pharmacy Department. It wasn't like something big or anything but to see my name printed onto papers distributed to each and every student, I can't help but feel a teeny bit proud.
Now the only thing left to do is to figure out how to distribute these self photostated Notitias' to the whole of UM. heh heh.
Or even to you. Just drop me your address, I'll gladly send you a copy.

With charges applied of course.

For you.

Tsk tsk..sim mei..been neglecting !

How do you say goodbye to a friend who has been part of your life for as long as you could remember?
How do you bid farewell to a classmate of 6 years in primary school, occasional classmates but primarily schoolmates for 5 years of high school and classmates for 2 years of pre-U;
A total of 13 years?
How do you say adieu to a buddy, gossip kaki and lepak mate who's always been so nearby that you can go kacau all the time, well, not all the time, but still.

I don't know how.

But I do know that you've been waiting for this opportunity for the longest time.
I know that this noble journey will bring you towards immeasurable happiness and satisfaction.
And I know for sure that you will achieve all the success in the world and bring to reality the very dream that you're harbouring in your heart.
And that the goodness that is in you will radiate through what you do and what you are.

You've always been someone that I can have conversations with, about life, opinions and principles; someone who I feel (though you might feel differently, but what-ever, lol ) shares my views in most things. Note : Most.
But of course, life would be boring without someone to bicker with.
And we do bicker and fight - you're one helluva superb debate team mate- but it never did get in the way of our friendship, and for that I'm grateful.

We had lots of laughs didn't we?
Lots of good memories to share; intersecting, union sets and subsets of.
And with the powers of technology, loads of stories more to talk about.

So Li Wei, I bid you a safe journey, and that the road that you are on, be filled with pretty, Chanel No. 5- smelling roses.
Have a good time over there, take real good care of yourself, for I'm expecting you to be back in one whole piece! -preferably in a fatter piece- *evil laugh*

Ciao, buddy!
We're so gonna miss our loudspeaker.