I have yellow rubbers on my braces because Rekha looked nice when she did hers yellow. I miss Rekha.

My new wallpaper tells you my latest obsession.

It's only been the second week back to college and we're already preparing for assignments. I have come to realise that the entire course is really about prepping the students for assignments. The reason we learn is to prepare ourselves for assignments. It's less about the learning for knowledge and skills - it's more about working towards our HDs and Ds. Classmates are still weirdly hostile, you'd think someone actually threatened them at knifepoint to make sure they stay unfriendly and not make any new friends for the entire semester.


(I have lost my so-sharp-can-kill chin due to the braces T_T) On the day I said I needed to shop for shoes, both of them gasped in surprise. I haven't changed since my ICPU days I guess... ;p I am actually a very girly girl :(

Okay I'm not. But I have my girly needs to! Like right now I am in the mood to buy all the blazers in the world. I am also very, very picky with my shoes and the tragic story always end with the shoes not coming in my size. I want to be a rockstar environmentalist. Rockstar environmentalists tend to come off as hypocritic jokes actually. But I wanna be a rockstar. I am a rockstar.

I just failed in describing my girly needs. My only girly need is to buy blazers and pretty shoes. And my boyfriend. And my mummy (who bought me a James Dean poster!)

See. Pretty girly.

Goodnight.

As I was about to get off the car I extended a hand and immediately hid it. Sheepishly I said, " I don't know what to do - I wanted to shake your hand." He said, "You want to shake my hand?" And I shook his hand and said thank you.

That was fun. Babe we should totally shake hands more often now.

Last week in my first and only class attended we talked about media ownership and I brought up corporations monopolizing the media industry, which my lecturer thought wasn't a problem at all... because we're learning media literacies.

We are. The people out here - they don't. You don't. Personally I think monopolizing the media should be illegal.

Terk Chern won the Tap Tap Competition and its all my doing ;)

I've been watching Ellen for what, 3-4 days now. I'm obsessed. I love Ellen. I'd totally be one of those women audiences screaming my head off when she comes out in the beginning of her shows. Is my grammar off? That's a funny sentence.

I lost whatever weight/fats I gained during the holidays in the four days that I was sick. My boobs are totally invisible now, and I have hairy legs, I could crop my hair and nobody would be able to tell if I'm a girl or a guy.

Backdated pictures, this is the day Xindi bought up the remaining clothes we have here in KL. If you feel somewhat lacking in the department stores lately it's her fault.


She made me try them on when she's the one who's bringing the clothes home =/


Pretending I'm not interested in cheap clothes. I don't know where that blue dress is now.

Pictures from Hennessy Artistry.


The ghost vibe.


The fun vibe.


Jean, that's you on the phone.


The crowd.


I don't like ice-cream soda, but it's not bad with cognac *o*












With Grandfather and Daddy No. 2.

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I've learnt a lot of things from you. I appreciate what you had done and all the love you put on me.

I wonder if there's nothing to learn from me and nothing to appreciate anymore?

But above all, this world we have created - that you have created for me - have shielded me from so much. In no other way and with no one else can I be so comfortable with. There is not one moment where I have to pretend or be afraid of being judged. I can be myself, no matter the silly, noisy random nonsense-spouting kid or the trying-to-win-queen-of-tears award screaming-over-the-phone bitch, and don't have to worry about anything at all - because I know that you love me, and will still love me no matter what I do or what I say.

Not anymore.

I'm a girl of words. I really, really like words. They mean a lot to me. And sometimes they're all I really want from you.

I bet you forgot these words - and I bet you never took it to heart.

Did you enjoy being single?

I definitely want orange lights in my own future home.

Orange lights behind me, a glass of sparkling wine in hand, the laptop in front and Simon & Garfunkel's Sound of Silence playing. If only life is this charming every day.

I figure I have to stop moping about my education at some point - no use crying over spilled milk, or so they say. My first step is history.

I remember how during one of our round table sessions in Mr G's class, I asked him if he knew about the "10th of November 1938 during the Holocaust" and he immediately answered "Yes, the Kristallnacht" and Dashel quipped, "Night of The Broken Glasses". I was so in awe.

I also remember there was a conversation we had with Mr Mac - I don't remember how it happened, but Mr Mac started telling us about our own country's history. He was more familiar with our local history than we are, all because he's a - in his own words - "history junkie".

I love history. I love learning about the times of the past and I love learning about the poignant moments that have occurred in all the different countries to people of all races. So now, instead of just whining about how I wish to have a History degree instead of what I'm doing now, I'll make use of the Internet and libraries. Maybe I'll get to be a historian in my next life :D

I don't even believe in a next life. Whatever.

I also want to employ a skill we've learned from Ms Christie - learning to make connections. All these while I've been so engrossed in the Chinese and Western histories that I've neglected my own country's history - no thanks to my secondary school experience with Sejarah, but anyway. I want to know what's going on in my own country while the Meiji Restoration was going on, while Puyi was losing his ancestors' hard work to the Western powers, while Churchill was making his inspiring Blood, Toil, Tears and Sweat speech.

Yeah, now I wish I paid more attention while my Sejarah teacher was repeating off the pages of our textbook. Tsk.

How I'm going to juggle all these in my new semester I have no idea - I'm probably going to abandon the idea like how I gave up on my Anti-Anti Social 2009 U_U One thing for sure is that I want to work harder in my sem because I need to improve my results. Mission: Gain Weight is working quite well, my appetite has improved tremendously during the holidays - I'm constantly hungry and I'm eating much, much more. I don't know how much I weigh now - I never weigh myself wtf. It really should be Mission: Look Fatter -_-

Last year I couldn't wait to get back to college every time there's a break. Tomorrow is my last day of holiday. I'm going to pretend that I look forward to classes (the lecturers who know what I want tell me that I'm going to love the new sem's subjects - I hope so too).

These are pictures from 20th July - Chee Weng's birthday. We planned to have a nice dinner at Hajime, and unfortunately it was closed on that day - we were so disappointed :( I even dressed up nicely for the occasion wtf. So we just had a simple dinner (thinking to save the money for Hajime, you know, which never happened ;p) and then went over to Skybar for what was Xindi's supposed farewell.

Picture credits all goes to KC.






Birthday boy.


Angry much?


His signature pose.


If you squint very carefully you may be able to see Nat. She's just right over there.












Castillero del Diablo - brings back memories of January 2008 when my co-worker just couldn't shut up about it. Not pleasant. It is not nice to steal sales!!


It was emo day for Gin. We failed in dousing her with happy aura.


Family portrait: Uncle KC, Daddy TJ and my 2 Sisters. I don't know what is Chee Weng - if he is my brother it would be incest!


Daddy and his princesses wtf




Group picture!


A somewhat-smile from her, finally :)


I found out the trick to success ... in chai mui.


Our view.




















Over-hyper.


It was supposed to be obscene but it really just looks like his stomach wtf.






Anti-gravity?


Don't know what she's high on - night air?


I forgot whose fault was this. Tsk tsk.






From her cam

Oh, yesterday I told Chee Weng that I have  a mini surprise for him. A few hours later he told me that he had a mini surprise for me too, so I asked for hints. And he replied, "red, pink". What sort of a hint is that?! The first thing that came to my mind was underwear wtf. Or is it my favourite haw sweets???? :D Sigh I am so impatient with surprises. I broke his birthday surprise to him on the night before it was executed GRRR.

Back to my American Dreams marathon now :D Sukaaa.

There was one night where we were chilling out at Xindi's place, out in the cool night air and crickets' melodies, munching icing cookies and haw sweets, sipping milk through the incredibly fun SipAhhs, (add in shisha if you consider them fun), and Closer playing on her Mac.

I thought Closer was just a mediocre movie, I very much prefer Vicky Cristina Barcelona instead. The performance in Closer was so-so, which is a waste because the one thing that really struck me was the script - the script was just so good, and the only one who really delivered the lines and emotions well was Natalie Portman.

Dan: I fell in love with her, Alice.
Alice: Oh, as if you had no choice? There's a moment, there's always a moment, "I can do this, I can give into this, or I can resist it", and I don't know when your moment was, but I bet you there was one.

Larry: She doesn't want to be happy.
Dan: Everybody wants to be happy.
Larry: Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go out into the world and live. Which can be depressing.

Larry: [on a photography exhibit] What do you think?
Alice: It's a lie. It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and... all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful 'cause that's what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone... But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so... the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.

Alice: Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words.

Larry: You don't know the first thing about love, because you don't understand compromise.

Anna : Love bores you.
Dan: No, it disappoints me.