Hey people! That’s right…I got sick of my pseudo-blog and finally decided to do something! So now my rantings will be hosted at :
So tell me what you guys think about what I’ve built! I spent almost the whole weekend on it ~!
Ok … while my new blog is still under construction, (hehe, cause i haven’t made it pretty enough :P) I have FINALLY found something original to blog about. I should render some credit to Peter (Njuguna) though, since he helped me discover that this little incident is indeed funny, although not at all from my point-of-view.
Anywayz, for the past few days I have been getting weird sms-es from some random Malaysian number on my Malaysian line. (I have 2 lines, a UK line and a Malaysian line. My mum’s phone has problem sms-ing me on my UK line thus..) The reason I’ve filed it under "Weird" is because it’s all in chinese (literally, chinese writings!) and my "phantom sms-er" seems to like sending me 2039840298508243 msgs a day! At first I just ignored the first few smses thinking the person would finally figure out that he/she got the wrong number and would quit wasting his/her damn credit…but NOOOOOOOO… I guess he/she just isn’t very good with maths..or consumerism.. or just likes being a pain!
So anyway, I decided to investigate the matter and spent a freaking RM2.00 on an international sms saying "Who is this?" . Now, you’d think that Phantom Sms-er would have the smarts to figure out that I DO NOT UNDERSTAND CHINESE. But once again, his/her stupidity amazes me and instead I get about 20 chinese sms-es as a response. Now, you might think that getting random smses is just a nuisance but when your freaking phone beeps every freaking 20 seconds, IT IS INCREDIBLY F****ING ANNOYING! And of course, I can’t just turn my damn phone off because what if my mum sends me a msg ?? So finally, yesterday, just before I fell asleep, my phone beeped once again…and I just couldn’t take it anymore!
Hence, quite impulsively, I sent a rather impolite msg telling my phantom sms-er to mind his own business and stop msging me! (Ok ok ok. I told him to "do me a favour and f*** off! But seriously, it was f****ing annoying!)
And you know what that rude, ignorant, *censored censored censored* idiot did?? HE SMS-ED ME THROUGHOUT THE FREAKING NIGHT. Imagine me trying to get some goodnight sleep with my freaking Nokia going "TEE-TEET! TEE-TEET! TEE-TEET!" SLKFJkdjfsldifuLKJd938JFOJDSFLKHFDLKfjlkfdjoe!!!!!!!!!!
*Selina controls herself*
Anyway, today I return from uni only to find another 9 new msges from you-know-who. However, this time only 8/9 smses were incomprehendable to me ~ and the last one simply said "What you mean?"
Bloody hell. Don’t u understand when I say fuck off?? Need a dictionary izzit????? I thought that word was universal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And to top it off, as I was talking to Peter, I just realized that I might have been charged for all those stupid sms-es you-know-who sent me. (Shall I call him/her unintelligent chink ?? heehee..better not lah. Skali kena labelled racist!) ANd I just checked my credit. And it’s only freaking RM1.21 !
Someone who knows about prepaid international roamings…pls let me know. Was I charged for all this????????
And stop laughing. It’s not funny.
Urgghhh… i hate it!!! I just had an absolutely wonderful weekend, only to be brought back once again to the monotonous reality of my life! Why is it the weekend goes by so quickly and then the week drains every ounce of energy you have left in your system ?
Today’s theme is I HATE.
But considering what a fantabulous weekend I had, I shall dedicate quite a bit of today’s blog to it. Well, on Friday, Liza & Rosanne, 2 of my good friends in Holland, flew down to visit me. I must admit, I was dreading the weekend A LITTLE. Mainly because I hadn’t seen them for 2 whole freaking years and I was wondering if it was going to be all weird and awkward. But of course, this small little whiny worry of mine took up but a nano-fraction of my enthusiasm. I was seriously excited about seeing them!
And it turned out to be even better than I expected. In fact, it didn’t seem like that long ago that we had said goodbye. I mean, besides the fact that my Dutch was a little rusty, I didn’t remember them as being quite so tall and the fleeting few silent moments when we didn’t know what to say ~ it seemed as though we picked up just where we left behind. And although I had fun doing all the touristy stuff with them, what I liked a lot more was all the catching up. It was really nice to hear about all the things that had happened since I left, who got together with who, who’s doing what, etc. It reminded me of the life I left behind, a life I had never really realized I missed that much.
It’s really strange ~ I think I have a habit of pushing out of memory anything I really miss. Perhaps it’s the easiest way I deal with it. Right up to last Friday, I truly believed that I didn’t really ‘belong’ in Holland. I mean, I lived there for a year but was never really part of the people there. And suddenly, in just a matter of days, my opinion has suddenly changed completely. In the weekend, I’ve spent my nights recalling the moments I had spent in Assen, Drenthe … and a very strange, nostalgic feeling settled in my stomach. Not the bitter-sweet kind where you feel "yeah yeah, it was nice but that’s the past, and I’ve moved on and I don’t really want to go back." It was a more sickening kind, where you feel "Man, why didn’t I enjoy those moments more? Why can’t I go back! Why can’t I see what I’ve missed out on!"
Now, this is really unexpected because just the other day I met up with a childhood friend of mine ~ one whom I had not seen for about a year, and whom I’ve known since I was, hmm, perhaps ten ? And although we’ve known each other for so long ~ and don’t get me wrong, I had a fun night out with him, but at the end of the night, I didn’t have any bitter-sweet-sour-salty, whatever, you name it, kinda feeling. My theory is, there are certain people whom you can get along with completely, and still not have half as much fun as with someone else, although you might find that someone else to have a terribly irritating trait! I like to call this x-factor "frequency". I’m sure most of you know my famous quote "I like people with the same frequency". Somehow, you just have fun with these certain people, and however much time and distance there is between you, you can pick up just where you left off.
This has proven my theory that distance makes you unfamiliar very very VERY WRONG. Well, I don’t know when I came up with this theory, but I know somewhere along the way I became a strong believer that if you did not see someone for a long time, you just somehow could not click as well with that person. There would be too much that had happened, too much differences, too much of a void. But I’ve been seriously wrong. And since this weekend was the ultimate test (2 years of absolutely NO verbal communication!), I can only conclude that frequency is the deciding factor. No matter where you go, people of the same frequency will gather together! Hahaha. That sounds so corny, but I really think it’s true.
Oooh..I’ve overshot. Well, the reason I really wanted to blog was because I HATE I HATE DOING WORK! I know, I also hate reading blogs where people whine continuously about the stress they are going through because *Really, i wish you’d put somehting of more substance in your blog*, but *ahem*, I shall succumb to the ways of society. I HATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Just today I wrote down all the deadlines/tests for the next few weeks and TAKE A LOOK AT THIS:
30 Jan - Molecules, Cells & Diseases Progress Test
10 Feb - Computing Coursework Due
13 Feb - Electromagnetics Progress Test
17 Feb - Transistor Switching Lab Report Due
24 Feb - "Biomedical Application of Electromagnetics" project due
2 Mar - Mathematics Midterm Exam
3 Mar - Solid & Fluid Mechanics Coursework due
17 Mar - Molecules, Cells & Diseases Lab report due
24 Mar - SPICE lab report due
WAHHHHH… do you know what that means?? THat means, from next week onwards, I HAVE A TEST/ASSIGNMENT DUE EVERY WEEK. SUXSUXSUXSUXSUX. And this goes on till the freaking term ends. And then we end for our easter break. But THEN, we return a week only to be greeted by a nice dose of FINALS. Euw. How do they expect us to be well-rounded individuals when they don’t even give us a chance at having a social-life ?
Okay, moving on to the next thing I HATE. I hate the fact that I have been drained off any form of creative juice. Have you noticed that I’ve hardly been blogging ~ and even the last few blogs have been leeched off other people’s work?? Hehe. (Well, at least I don’t claim credit for it, ok!) And that’s one of the sad reasons I have resorted to writing something so lame as "I HATE".
I HATE friendster because I just realized they have been deleting my old posts!!! Wahh..all my painstaking effort has just disappeared into thin air. Therefore, I have resolved to MOVE to another blog where people who are not Friendster members can also view it and LEAVE COMMENTS, damnit.
I hate it when my posts don’t have any comments. I feel neglected.
I HATE that I must stop whining my ass off and actually start studying for the stupid MCD test.
OOh..and happy b’day Jason!! HEehee. (NO! I don’t hate you!)
Hehe. In the computing lab right now, waiting for computing to start. But guessing from Abeera’s (my lab partner) & mine combined talent at screwing up anything to do with computing. .. ok, let’s not go there.
Anywayz, Peter (Niemetz) wrote some funny stuff the other day, and I just thought the humour should be shared! (All he does with his creative writing is lock it up in some WordDoc file!) So anyway, I took the liberty of publicizing this one joke he wrote that I thought was pretty hillarious! Enjoy…
dilbert’s salary theorem
Dilbert’s "Salary Theorem" states that "Engineers and scientists can never earn as much as business executives, sales people, accountants
and especially liberal arts majors." This theorem can now be supported by a mathematical equation based on the following two well known
postulates: Postulate 1: Knowledge is Power. Postulate 2: Time is Money. As every engineer knows:
Power = Work / Time.
Since: Knowledge = Power, then
Knowledge = Work / Time, and
Time = Money, then Knowledge = Work / Money.
Solving for Money, we get: Money = Work / Knowledge.
Thus, as Knowledge approaches zero, money approaches infinity, regardless of the amount of work done.
~Hahaha. No offense to business executives, sales persons and accountants, ok ?? Hehehehe.
Also another one he wrote which I thought would be pretty funny…but only to engineers, I reckon..
you might be an engineering major…
* if you have no life - and you can PROVE it mathematically.
* if you know vector calculus but you can’t remember how to do long division.
* if you’ve actually used every single function on your graphing calculator.
* if it is sunny and 70 degrees outside, and you are working on a computer.
* if you know how to integrate a chicken and can take the derivative of water.
* if you think in "math." * if you have a pet named after a scientist.
* if you laugh at jokes about mathematicians.
* if the Humane society has you arrested because you actually performed the Schrodinger’s Cat experiment.
* if you can translate English into Binary.
* if you can’t remember what’s behind the door in the science building which says "Exit."
* If you are completely addicted to caffeine. * if you consider ANY non-science course "easy."
* if when your professor asks you where your homework is, you claim to have accidentally determined its momentum so precisely,
that according to Heisenberg it could be anywhere in the universe.
* if the "fun" center of your brain has deteriorated from lack of use.
* if you’ll assume that a "horse" is a "sphere" in order to make the math easier.
* if you understood more than five of these indicators.
* if you make a hard copy of this list, and post it on your door.
(*sigh* when i read the second last one..i knew i had lost all hope. I am such a nurd.)
Ok. Computing has started.. *lin reads the sheet* …damnit..i’m gonna fail…
Wheee…my unarrived bag was finally delivered today, early in the morning so much so that I had to greet the delivery guy in my pjs! (Hehe. don’t worry, I had the smarts to grab a bathrobe before going down!) I was so sleepy/blur when he buzzed my appartment, (and he had a terrible East European accent, I’m pretty sure. But then again, could just be that I was drowsy) that I was pretty sure he would have this irritated frown when I saw him because of my multiple "Pardon?"s. But surprisingly, he had this cheery smile. How can he be so cheerful so early in the morning - and with that freaking cold wind blowing??? Oh well, either his happiness was infectious or I was just overjoyed at seeing my long-missed bag (prob the latter), but soon I was wearing a cheery smile too! Haha.
I asked the guy if I was to receive any compensation for the last 2 days I had to survive without my bag (although, haha, there was nothing much in there that I couldn’t do without) and then he told me he wasn’t sure because THERE WERE THOUSANDS OF BAGS that arrived late. Can you believe that? He said it was because Heathrow was so busy! Apparently from early morning YESTERDAY till early morning today, they’ve been sorting bags out. Now I don’t know who to blame - the airport or the airline? Because when I called Emirates yesterday, they told me they had A LOT of bags backlogged since a couple of days ago and then gave me a number to dial for compensation. (Which is only open on monday! So i still don’t know if i’m going to get any compensation!) Aish, I guess I’ll just blame both….
Oh, and Peter (Njuguna), here’s your thank you for supposedly somehow getting my bag back for me! 
bRrrr.. Must’ve been freezing standing outside Heathrow in this cold! And you went all the way to Zone 6 for me?? Awwww. But why did you send it so early in the morning? You know what an olympic class-sleeper I am, right?
Haha. Anywayz, this was not the real reason why I wanted to blog. The real reason is because of the sad news I heard from Peter Niemetz. (There are 2 Peters in my course).
Well, was just talking to Peter (Niemetz) about the hols and he told me he had a terrible one. His bestfriend passed away on 2 Jan 2006, due to testicle cancer AND a brain tumour. When he told me this, suddenly all the fun I had during my Xmas break seemed so small. Even my bitter-sweet romance seemed so trivial compared to what he went through. Can you imagine - celebrating the new year by watching your bestfriend die? What worse a way to start the year! And that guy was only 19. I don’t blame him for having no mood at all to study for the wave test on Wednesday. In fact, I don’t know how I would handle such a situation.
To never see a close friend/family ever again ??? It seems almost unbearable. Somehow when you leave them for 3 months or 6 months or even 1 year or even for "till we meet again" (as when I left HOlland), it doesn’t seem as bad. But knowing that they don’t exist anymore, that there’s no way of reuniting besides in some afterlife … that just seems so sad.
So anyway, Peter’s experience kinda taught me something. You never know what’s gonna happen tomorrow so to all my friends out there I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…. And Insya-Allah, don’t die on me please…
Hello & Happy New year!!!
Wow, it has been long since I blogged…and *forgive me*, I am not entirely in the mood for blogging but I just read FJ’s blog and I just couldn’t help but put this up:
" Extract from The English Legal System by Gary Slapper and David Kelly (from the chapter about Judicial Reasoning). The power of syllogism lies in its certainty. If the premises are true, then the conclusion cannot be false. The reason for this is that the conclusion is actually contained in the premises and amounts to no more than a restatement of those premises. With regards to syllogisms, however, it is important to distinguish between validity of form and truth of content. It is quite possible for a syllogism to be logically valid but false. an example of this would be:
Major premise:…………….. A = B for example, All men are pigs.
Minor premise:……………….. B = C for example, Socrates is a man.
Conclusion: therefore………. A = C that is, Socrates is a pig.
The logical form of this argument, as represented in alphebetical terms is valid, but the conclusion is not true. The reason for this is obviously that the minor (sic. I think the authors mean “major”) premise is false: the statement that all men are pigs is simply not true. WAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA. Imagine my astoshnishment when I read that example. Hahahaha eh so fair is fair la right? I mean, BOTH the authors are Phd holders As you can see, I am not the only one who thinks that all men are pigs. There must be many many many who think like that, so much so that the authors tongue-in-cheek-ly inserted this example to *ahem* salvage some of their ruined reputation. Hahahahhah. "
Hahaha. I’ve nothing more to say, FJ hit it spot-on.
Hey hey! Sorry no time to blog nowadays - so if you ppl feel passionate enough for my writing - write a complaint to IC! Tell them to stop trying to feed infinite amounts of information into our tiny little heads and then expecting us to squeeze out every ounce of energy into writing up fantabalous reports & coursework!
Hehe! But what I do have time to do - is to write poems! Haha. I think I shall change my blog into a ..err…what’s a blog-with-poems-only called?? plog??? Haha. Anyway, since I have nowhere else to publish my useless poems…
IN THE END WE’LL FIND OUR WAY
You weren’t easy for me to find
If we give up, what might we leave behind?
We may not know if we’ve got it right
But if we have, this battle is worth the fight
If someone tells you we’re not strong enough
If someone tells you we’re not good enough
Don’t believe a word they say
Everything will be okay
Somehow, in the end we’ll find our way
This time apart is just a while
We’ll meet again and then we’ll smile!
It’ll dry the tears we cried
And we’ll be glad we tried
And then we’ll know it’s right
That it was worth the fight
So when someone tells you we’re not strong enough
When someone tell you we’re not good enough
Don’t believe a word they say
Everything will be okay
Though we’re apart this very day
Here with you is where I’ll stay
In the end, we’ll find our way.
You wonder what’s my inspiration? My cousin from Germany told the tale of her long-distance romance with her (now) husband. 
Cheers.
Ok. For the first time in a long while, I feel bored enough to blog about something intellectual. Haha. But not bored enough to come up with something original. Luckily enough, I already thought of something.
K lah. To cut the crap, I’ve finally decided to put into writing what I’ve been meaning to blog about for the last month or so. Well, at THAT time, I spoke to a friend of mine who was suffering from bullimia. I knew she was bullimic before - but I somehow thought she had kicked the habit. ANyway, on that fateful day, she admitted that she was still dealing with the problem. She recognized that it was an issue that she couldn’t deal with alone and needed support from family an friends. Let’s call her A.
It might surprise you to know that A isn’t the first girl I know who’s suffering from this problem. From the top of my mind, I can think of 2 others, but I’m pretty sure I’ve left out someone. (I have sometimes surprised myself by counting how many people I know have this problem - and I dread to think how many friends of mine have this problem and I just don’t know it.) Think about it properly, I KNOW for a fact that 3 people have had/are having this problem - imagine how many more there might be? After all, it’s not something you advertise on your local radio station. Hell, most of the time you even refuse to admit it to yourself.
Well, what might surprise most of you even more is that I was bullimic too. I was 14. I’m pretty sure my parents suspected - and they went to desperate measures to stop me. And even though I knew it was in my best interest, at those times I really hated that they tried so hard. (In fact, I don’t really know how I got out of it and sincerely think my mum’s prayers played a big factor.) Support from family is probably necessary, but it’s not that great a help. In fact, support from people who have never had bullimia is not much support at all. No matter how hard they try to imagine what it is like, they don’t really quite get it. (So please, my close friends, do understand why I may never have broached this subject! It’s took me a while to come to terms with it and I’m still wondering whether I will post this entry!!!! I keep changing my mind…!) You know, the easiest thing about bullimia is sticking your finger down your throat. (In fact, you learn it so well it’s a trick you never forget. I can still do it anytime now and I often had relapses for about a year before I fully recovered.) It’s the emotional/psychological effect that is much harder to deal with.
I’m guessing most people don’t remember - but if you ever knew me back in my early teenage years, you might recall a period in time where I lost a significant amount of weight. Yep, that’s right. Bullimia, plus a mildddddddddddddddddd *emphasis intended* case of anorexia.
Anyway, my point is this. Why is it that so many girls suffer from bullimia? Whether you realize it or not, it’s a high statistic. And stats are based on documented cases - how about those which aren’t? (Like mine and all of those I know of!)
Well, I can sort-of tell you why, being a victim myself. It’s because a girl’s self-confidence largely relies on how she looks. Blame Hollywood, Bollywood, the size of models, Paris Hilton, I don’t know. But it’s true. A girl can look like Jennifer An Angelina Jolie, and still lack confidence. In fact, sometimes the girls who seem most confident have often the most fragile self-esteem. Why do you think girls check out other girls more than they check out guys? (REALLY. I know this comes as a shock, my y-chromosome friends!) Unlike guys, we can’t just walk around with a thick wad of dollar-notes in our pocket to feel confident. We need to look good.
So guys, please be a bit more sensitive about this fact! Hey, I’m not saying you can’t make jokes about how we look - just don’t go overboard! Sometimes when a girl tries to act all perasan, it’s not because she’s fishing for compliments - she’s just looking for reassurance. And really, if she does ask "Do I look fat?" (i have no doubt when a girls poses this question, no matter what tone she uses, she is looking for a serious answer!) - and she does look fat- break it to her gently. You don’t have to lie, but the worst thing u can do is crack a fat joke. It’s just bad timing!~!
Well, for those of you who suspect a friend is bullimic, (Although unlikely. Bullimia is really easy to hide.) I think it’s better if you try to let the person come to terms with it first before offering some support. Let the person approach you. But you can help by giving advice in a general way. You know, like, read an article about bullimia and then ‘just-so-happen’ talk to the person about it! Haha. Then let the person read it herself. I know when I was going through the problem, I wanted to talk about it - but not to people who didn’t understand. (But of course, this could just be my own personality and your friend might be different. ) Sometimes I think it would have been easier if I had a friend to confide in who understood my plight (understood meaning experienced bullimia before). Finally, (when my period got messed up - that kinda scared me!), I went online to find out about the problem and took an anonymous test. I think the results were that I was borderline anorexic and should get counselling or something, but I think the test was screwd lah. I wasn’t anorexic, just bullimic. As you can tell, I didn’t take the advice and decided self-help was the way to go. Wahahhaah. Me and my stubborn ways.
(THIS PARAGRAPH MAY BE A BIT DISGUSTING FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED. IT WILL FEATURE A REASONABLE AMOUNT OF GAGGING.)
And for those of you who are still fighting the battle - I can tell you, it’s not worth it. First of all, it only works for a while, and then loses effect. Secondly, for all the effort and psychological trauma you go through, you really lose very little weight. It screws up your digestive system - and honestly, these are long-term effects. I still have a problem with eating properly, and it’s been 6 years. And it kinda screws up your calorie-intake too, I think. Like, now after a long time, I eat at least double what I used to, and I don’t gain as much weight. (And I still eat little, according to my friends.) Straight after my ‘losing-weight’ period, even the littlest amount will cause changes in my weight. I had to gradually increase my intake. I think your body sort-of adjusts to your bullimic routine and hence you can never go back to eating normally straight-away. So, the faster you quit, the easier it is. (And the faster you can eat without putting on weight!) The beginning of recovery will be the worst, and the urge to binge-eat will be ever-present. But you have to get over this period. It’s when this phase is over that the craving also stops - and seriously, you won’t put on that much weight if you eat like a normal person - despite your fears of having a low metabolism. No matter how low, it isn’t THAT low. Really, if I read this 6 years ago, I would seriously doubt it myself. But I’ve been there, and I know the difference. Oh, and I personally think, when you throw up, then you get hungry, and then you binge-eat, and then you feel guilty and then throw up, and then you eat again…the whole viscious cycle is EVIL…because, not only do you end up with a messed up menstrual cycle, ineffective digestive system, guilty conscience/depression/feeling ugly/trauma of hiding symptoms, dry/sore throat….I think you end up eating more than you throw out! Plus, do you ever notice that when you throw out, the healthier food comes out first? Like, vegetables, fruits, etc? Chocolates, ice cream and cookies seem to sail right through your digestive tract before you can even stick your finger down! So really, are you removing calories or just getting an unhealthy diet?
And if you really think you over-ate - go exercise! It’s a LOT MORE EFFICIENT than gagging. I speak from experience! You can only vomit out so much, but exercise can burn all that you ate and maybe even more. You just have to have the discipline. (It sucks, I know. But take up something you like, that way it’s a lot easier. I ain’t a fan of the gym either.)
There will be relapses, I assure you. But it’s a gradual process. Like I said, for a year I was still in-and-out of bullimia, and there were the odd times too in the years that ensued. If you feel hungry, just grab a fruit or something. They’re low in calories but will only keep you full for a short while. Oh, and another thing… you have to try to stop thinking about losing weight! I know I know, it’s damn hard, and it’s not something that will never really leave you . I think it’s a curse to all females. But thinking about it not as often does have some positive effect, in my opinion. Keep yourself occupied to take it off your mind.
And you know what? Screw all those fashion models lah! (Lol. I’m one to speak…!) I mean, ok, so you can’t wear all those attention-grabbing garments that will make guys swoon. But there are clothes that flatter you (YES THERE ARE. Go do some retail-therapy! Now you have an excuse to shop!) , and they don’t mess with your menstrual cycle. I reckon that’s a safer bet than trying to throw out your dessert! (At least this way you can enjoy that chocolate bar without feeling guilty.)
And think about it. God created it that food goes down your tract, not up. Exercise is the right way of getting rid of fat. So if you’re gagging it all out - it’s the easy way out. And how efficient can the easy way out be? There’s always a price for something. And if the pricetag’s cheap - you might want to consider its quality!
Ok. If I post this up… I’ve come a LONG way.
And if anyone has tips on losing weight, pls tell me ya. I may be anti-bullimia, but I’m still fighting the curse of all females!
HeLLO from the greatest capital in the world! (According to my uni rector lah). YEsh…the alluring London. But before I go on ranting about this grand city, let me update on a few things:
1. I’m gonna be moving blogs because friendster blogs suck. You can’t put any pics up and configure the fonts and background and put skins and stuff. And because Rudy offered to set up one for me. Haha. *Btw, it’s long overdue, Rudy. Hurry up lah.*
2. For those of you who understand it: Although I surveyed London and found that in this beautiful city of theatres and posh hotels, where all the men are gentlemen and the ladies are…ladies. *lol. lame i know*, and my wandering eye decided that I shall not keep my audience limited… *damn*. Today, after one long week of abscence, my target audience decided to waltz in and remind me of my little adventure in Malaysia just prior to my departure. And guess what? *Crash boom bang pet-te-bam dush* *ouch ouch ouch*. Yesh. I crashed. Hehehe.. if you get my drift ?
3. SOrry! I can’t reply any emails or msgs quite personally until my damn broadband gets working and that will be this friday. And by then I would get my mobile and house number and I will not forget to give it out to you. 
Until then, I’m paying by the minute for this internet service! But the writer in me refuses to let that stop me from updating my blog…!
*Phew*. Now to the more interesting bits…
LONDON! Wahaha. It’s impossible to tell you EVERYTHING that’s been happening in the last week coz there’s just so much to say, but I shall try to give a summarized version. When I arrived at the appartment, I dreadfully realized that the tennants that had been occupying the place were VERY VERY BAD. They left the place in such a terrible condition that for 2-3 days, I felt more like a maid than a student. SEriously, you guys know right. I’m the kind who likes to do the minimum neccessary. (Is that a correct sentence?) What I mean is, if I have to study chapter 1, I’ll study chapter 1. And that’s it. Who cares if chapter 2 will give you a better understanding of chapter 1? Or if I do some worksheets, it might improve what i’ve studied. But anyway, the place was so crappy that I felt it neccessary to stay home and clean clean clean. Seriously, even my dad was impressed. (I quote him : "One thing I have to say lah. For the way you left your bedroom in Malaysia, I would never have guessed you would be doing what you’re doing. Shows you’re more sensible than I thought you were." Bah. Calling me insensible. Ape ah.) I did the whole works. Even down to vacuuming the whole appartment. Only the bathroom was saved - for thankfully, they left THAT in a good condition. (Although I had to do a little cleaning of the sink and mirrors…*sigh*)
So anyway, since the first few days I had my hands full with cleaning and washing and what nots, my dad was kind enough to take care of all the cooking. But soon after, he finally forced me into the kitchen with a frying pan instead of a broom. I chased him out of the kitchen during that time, for I was afraid he would see what a mess I was when cooking. But I was brave, I took that kuali fearlessly. Wahahhaha. But I was still practical, and had convinced my dad (and myself, of course) that he shouldn’t expect anything tasty and that we should be happy if I managed something edible. But lo and behold, to my surprise, my food actually tasted like FOOD! Really, I was so impressed with myself that I just HAD TO BRAG ON MY BLOG. Hahahhaa. (Daniel: I so know what you’re thinking, and no. I’m not volunteering to cook for you.) In fact, i reckon cooking is not as bad as baking. WIth cooking, you can afford to just estimate what you put in, but with baking, one minor mis-measurement and you’re screwed. I cooked chicken curry and some vege lah. I forgot what vege, but the chicken curry was what I was so impressed with. It was almost like eating the curry at home! Ok, ok. Before you guys get your hopes all high up in the sky…it tasted like food doesn’t mean that it tastes like something out of Pandi’s ok. So don’t expect something extravagant!
And since then I have gone into the battle-field, armed with my laddle and pot, many a times!
Translations: Since then I’ve cooked more often.
Oh and speaking of baking, wahhhhh….they have such nice stuff here that when I prance into a baking shop, I want to buy the whole thing. They have all sorts of pans and moulds and milks and cream and flour and stuff….so nice to bake!!!!!!! I only wish that the prices were all in Ringgit. Damn Sterling.
Ok ok. Enough of the housewife in me. (I can just hear Curt laughing. I quote him : "You? Studying engineering? I always thought you were the housewife type.")
Well, besides that, I’ve just been going around in London and on Sunday my uni organized a special tour for us. I won’t talk much about that because reading about London isn’t half as fun as experiencing it first-hand. Oh, but I watched "Mama Mia" (the musical performance, originally by ABBA) last night and it was AWESOME. All the way home I was singing "Mama mia…here I go again!" The cast was really good and all of them would give the Malaysian Idol contestants AND Jacklyn Victor a good run for their money. Seriously. The lead actress had such a melodic voice that I was hooked as soon as she started her solo. And when the final song came to pass, I wish it would never end.
Well then, today I went to the Fresher’s Fair at uni. It’s a fair where all sorts of organizations and clubs come and set up a booth so that students have more information. Most of them were societies from the Student Union itself, but there were a few outsiders such as National Theatre, London Student Newspaper, etc. I wanted to sign-up for practically everything ! All the clubs were so awesome and exciting and so different from the kinds u get in Malaysia. I mean, you had your usual Malaysian Society, Debate Club, Christian Union, Dance Club, etc. But you also had all these exciting clubs like Musical & Drama Club, Rifle & Pistol Club, Racing & Karting Club, Gliding Club, Horse-Riding Club, etc. ANd the best part is, you can sign-up for a trial basis. I did sign-up with quite a lot, but what really piqued my interest was the Karting Club. They had a model race-car at their booth, and all the specifications etc, and although I know nuts about cars, it looked impressive. And they had students themselves building these cars! Talk about awesome, eh? And they had a track you can race on and stuff. I was SOOOOOOO tempted to join (especially since beginners could get lessons or something!) but I decided against it for 2 reasons:
1. The price was just too high.
2. The fact that there didn’t seem to be any female members intimidated me.
SOme other clubs that really got me interested and which were considerably cheaper AND more gender-balanced were…err..I can’t remember the names. Haha. THey have funky names lah. But one club did TV programme productions! How cool was that ey? I told them I had no experience whatsoever but they said that training would be given so I needn’t worry. If I joined, I’d have experience with producing short tv shows, documentaries, movies, etc. SO COOL. Another one was a club that built satellites. I was really skeptical about this one and told them I REALLY don’t think I have the capacity to do anything like that. But the guy managed to convince me that even the most ignorant engineering student will be able to with their training, and since it was a free trial, what the heck ey? And of course, true to my roots, I joined the dance club & Felix (Uni Newspaper). OOh. ANd how can I forget? Malaysian Society!
You know, the great thing about MSOC (Malaysian Society) is that the committee is really friendly and nice. They try so hard to be helpful, within a second I knew I wanted to be a member!
Besides that, I got a lotta free stuff from the fair too. Chocolate bars, free lunch, student discounts for a whole bunch of stuff (ranging from disco parties to orchestra tickets!) and even a personal alarm from the National Security. Haha, yeah, even they had a booth up! And the alarm is really really loud and painful to the ear…so anyone who tries to mug me….WAHAHAHAHA…I advise you to get some serious quality ear-plugs.
Oh! And today I met 2 Malaysians: Wei Kit & Terrence. Terrence was from BB school and knows the whole BB gang (Jason, Deepak, Rahul, Carlos, etc) AND Ming Wang, Tsu Lynn & naturally, Swen too. Wei Kit, on the other hand, was from SSC and knows Wern Yuen, Jassie, Jon Wung, etc (college friends). My my. All 3 of us were quite surprised to find out that we had travelled about 600 miles only to meet friends of friends! And to top that off, I also met Eunice Liow & Yew Horng. Eunice somehow knows Cheng Heng (college friend), and Yew Horng used to be very good friends with Sinthi back in sec school. It really is a small world, ey?
Haha. OK, I think i have written enough, and in about half an hour, my friend is coming over. So till I get my freaking broadband up and working, ta-ta and I miss you all!
Lotsa love, sugar & spice, 600 miles away and 7 hours behind time!
Hehe, for those people who are here to read something substantial and deep (like I keep promising you guys. Oklah, I shall tell you. I intend to write abt bulimia…but still tak jadi jadi. Dunno whether I will do it also. And Rudy, sorry, I know you hate blogs like these which have no purpose or reason…hehe, but I’m one of those masses that likes to put up crap like this!)…well, back to the point. If you’re here for something really worth reading, pls close this browser. Hehe. For those of you who have too much time on your hands and don’t mind reading nonsense…well, read on. FJ tagged me, so here it is…
Seven things you plan to do before you die:
Seven things I could do: (What kinda weird question is this??)
Seven Celebrity crushes:
1. Enrique Iglesias *swoons*
2. Orlando Bloom
3. Cyllian Murphy (how to spell??)
4. Tony Blair (yeah I know most of you are prob gagging right now…)
5. Iker Casillas
6. Van de Vaart
7. OOoh…that guy who plays "Alexander Petrovski" in Sex & the City!!!! *swoon drool faint*
Seven often repeated words/phrases:
Seven physical traits I look for in the opposite sex:
sings to me
My Tag-O-Matic churns out:
Heehee. Good luck to those who are tagged!
