Pancakes May 30, 2009

You decide to make pancakes for breakfast today after not eating one for years.

As you make the batter, you are reminded of the last time you ate pancakes. You and her were sitting at the table, eating silently. Suddenly, she puts down her fork firmly.

“Peter,” she says. “I have something to say.”

You keep quiet and continue eating, bracing yourself for it.

“I am tired. Of living my life like this. You know, I always thought I was the quintissential housewife; loyal to a man for my whole life. Doing the same thing everyday, cleaning, cooking.”

She takes a deep breath, as if to calm her nerves.

“I realized that I am actually an adventurous sort. And I get bored easily. I guess I’ve always been that way, it’s just that all these years I mistook it as being lazy and not having the initiative to continue with something I started.”

She stopped and looked at you. You were eating silently, feeling her eyes boring into you but you didn’t want to look at her.

“So, what do you propose?” you ask without looking up.

“I am going to leave you,” she said firmly. 

You were both together for over five years. A year ago, she moved in with you. You always noticed the sense of detachment in her eyes, but you tried to deny it by working harder. Working later, and later, avoiding her. 

“Okay,” was all you said. 

The smell of burning pancakes reached your nose. You jumped up, and realized that you’ve been dreaming for too long. You quickly soak the pan in water, but your desire for pancakes had vanished. 

You sit at the table and pick up today’s paper. As you flipped through it, a story caught your eye. It was a small article, tucked away in the midst of major accidents and fires. You could’ve easily missed it, but the inset picture made you notice. It was her.

A 25 year old woman was found dead with several stab wounds in her apartment this morning. 

Accomplishments May 29, 2009

In this post, I listed out the things I wanted to get done during my semester break. Well, my semester break is ending. I’m starting my internship on Monday. Let’s see how much I got done. :) 

Disclaimer: For self reference only.

Dye my hair.

I didn’t get to dye my hair. I know the rates in the salons are expensive for hair colouring, but I thought for my supershort hair it would be cheaper. Nay. And I can’t seem to find a colour that I like for the diy kits, so the decision is called off.

Get coloured contacts.

I got my coloured contacts! I bought FreshKon’s groovy green, and I am liking it. No iris enlarging shit for me, I ain’t a lala girl. Haha I better shut my trap, cause I might end up trying it one day. 

Go shopping for “office-friendly” clothes.

I did go shopping. I bought a pair of bright yellow skinny jeans. I bought a sleeveless turtleneck that can be worn to the office. But that’s it. So technically, I still need to get more office-friendly clothes. :P

Redesign my other blog’s layout.

I finally got another layout for it!! But no, I didn’t do it myself. I’m rubbish at it. At first I reverted to my old html design, the one that I used when I first started SC. I wanted an XML layout, but couldn’t find a suitable one. Fate led me to check out Cherrie’s other blog, and I clicked the credits link and the rest is history. I finally have a four-column layout that I like! Check it out here and here.

Blog, blog blog!

I blogged a lot in the other blog. I even split my blogs into two, if you noticed. I try to update daily, but it gets tiring to just churn out sugary sweet comments about clothes that you only feel mediocre about. 

Go out with my friends.

I was supposed to go out with Shereen and Grace two weeks ago to catch the X Men show, but I had already watched it earlier (the raw version on pirated dvd :/) so I didn’t want to join them. Neither was free after that…so yeah.

Hopefully get my camera. (AH CHOOOOONNNNNN :D)

Won’t be getting my G10 till after August. :( Cause Ah Choon said that the price will only go down during then. :( I is very the sad. Contemplated Nikon’s P6000, but Choon said that P80 is better, and both are RM1.4k, but G10’s picture quality is much better than P80’s. Oh well. Good things come to those who wait. :)

 

Three out of seven is just bad. Sigh.

Wonder how the staff in Cleo/ Women’s Weekly will like me. :(

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Sorry, sayang May 27, 2009

A few days ago, I had withdrawal symptoms from the lack of my hair. No, I’m not going bald. Nobody knows, except Davin (cause he’s seen me, duh), but I got my hair cut short(er). 

So, um. I’m sporting a boy cut now. :D

But now, I don’t have the finals to distract me, so the other day when I was browsing through Lookbook.nu and flipping through magazines, I got so envious of all the girls’ healthy long hair. I want my hair to be long too. :(

Then suddenly, I saw Agyness Deyn!! I totally forgot about her. She looks so chic in her pixie cut that she’s now my idol. I can’t wait to grow out my fringe so that I can side sweep it. 

Also, I’m currently addicted to Zee Avi. At first, I didn’t wanna get swept away by that “mainstream” thing, but a lot of people got hyped about it so decided to check it out. 

Now, I really like her songs. :D My favourite is First Of The Gang To Die, which I just found out wasn’t originally sung by her. I heard the original, sung by Morrissey, and I don’t like it. At all. Zee Avi’s version is more mellow, Morrissey’s version was more on the rock and roll side. 

I’m starting my internship next Monday. I still don’t know if I’m going to be in Cleo magazine or Women’s Weekly. And I’m stressing out about what to wear on my first day, how will the environment be, will I be able to get along with the people, will I be lunching alone (sobs), will it be stressful, and whether it’ll still be as exciting after three months.

I might end up being best friends with Karyn after this semester. *shifty eyes* That is, if she doesn’t sabotage me. Hahaha. 

This is Kantoi from Zee Avi, my second favourite song. If I’m not mistaken, that’s a ukelele playing. Hehehe. I wanna steal Jeremy’s ukelele and learn this. :P

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Shit you SU -_- May 22, 2009

What cibainess is this? Now that Subang Utama has a fucking huge surau, they have bigger heads and a bigger ego, not to mention another expansion in their long list of crappy security guards.

Today I wanted to collect my 1119 certificate (did you know there’s an additional certificate for that if you got A for your English paper?) if it ever arrives.

I wore normal shorts and a tshirt. Staple clothing in this scorching weather. Fucking security guard stopped me and said I cannot wear shorts. 

WHAT FUCKNESS IS THIS. UTAR GUARDS STOP ME FOR WHAT I WEAR SU GUARDS ALSO STOP ME FOR WHAT I WEAR.

Apparently “students” are not allowed to wear short pants and enter the fucking office.

Fuck you lah I’m no longer a student there, why must I abide your fucking rules? If you’re so fucking strict about clothes why don’t you catch all the girls who shorten their pinafore, girls who purposely wear black bra with no camisole underneath their baju kurungs, girls who wear freakin short shorts during volleyball practice, girls who wear extra big tshirts during basketball practice so that can see inside.

Fucking guard can’t even talk and look properly. Cibais.

In the end my mother had to go in and guess what? The certificate isn’t here yet. Great. Fucking great.

On a happier note, I got a Blook yellow (!!) skinny jeans for only RM13.80 today. Yeah you saw right. Last pair there and just perfect for my size.

Pulse racing May 19, 2009

Just now I logged in to the Intranet because I read Sheryll’s blog. As usual, the few moments before my results appear, my pulse races. It became faster when I saw this:

 

 

Oh my God! I quickly clicked it…

 

…and was sorely disappointed. Means FAS’s results aren’t out yet. Zzz. Potong stim. 

Now I won’t be able to sleep till I know my results. -__-

Then when the results come out, the cycle will be cry and get depressed for a few days, regret not studying harder, envy others for their spectacular results, then over it after a couple of days, and into the next semester forget about it. 

Haih. I won’t ever be pleased with my results unless I get 4.0. Self-set standards are such a bitch.

Genting :D May 14, 2009

This was the trip I’ve been stressing over for weeks. When to go, how long to go, how to get there, what story to tell the parents, damn. I’ve spent a few sleepless nights on this, coupled with the exam stress. 

But it was all worth it. Cause I had a helluva fun time. :D

I know going to Genting isn’t much for some, you can just like, go up there for an impromptu trip or something. But for Davin and I, we haven’t been up there since we were little. I haven’t been there since I was like, four or five, and he hasn’t been up there since primary I think. So yeah, recollection of that place was very vague, not to mention I wasn’t even tall/heavy enough to go on most of the rides! So you can imagine how excited I was. 

The beginning of the trip wasn’t very good. The train ride to KL was torturous, and it was so cold. 5am, I tell you. I didn’t sleep the whole night except for an hour’s nap, and I could barely sleep during the train ride. I reached KL feeling worn out. The fact that there wasn’t any buses going up to Genting till 12.30pm didn’t help. Some guy tried to con us into taking a taxi up there for 90 bloody bucks. Then he said that if he could find another two people to sit in the taxi, he’d charge us RM20 each. 

Luckily there was currently a bus going up to Genting at 8am, but there was apparently “no more tickets”. When it was almost 8am, the bus driver gestured for us to go in. His charge? RM10 per person. Sweet. :D I know the normal charge is RM3.30, but fuck, I’d pay that extra and not sit that bloody con taxi up. 

Y’know, I didn’t realize it took less than two hours to get up there. We took slightly more than an hour to go all the way up to First World. The roads were so wide too! Now I know why people wanna drift there. Okay don’t mind me I’m like a jakun going to Genting. It’s like my first time going up all over again.

So. We wanted to check in when we reached, but we had to wait for like 200+ people. It was only 9am plus. So we stored our luggage and went for a McD breakfast. Not only was it daylight robbery, the Filet o’Fish wasn’t fresh. -_-

Then we proceeded to the outdoor theme park!!! Okay I will save you the agony of reading through my detailed explanations of each ride that we went on, but let’s just say that I really had fun on the Flying Coaster and Bumper Boat ride. xD No Space Shot for us. We’re pussies. Corkscrew was under maintenance (thank God). 

After going on a few rides, we went back to the lobby to see if our turn was up. We were SO lucky, cause the next number was us! We didn’t even had to wait for five minutes. Too cool. 

So we slept for awhile and after that, ate for a bit and proceeded for the second round! Davin finally got to ride his childhood ride; some Rolling Thunder Mine Train if I’m not mistaken. Apparently he was too short to ride it when he was smaller. Poor thing. xD Turns out he didn’t miss anything. The guys before us were like gushing, wow, this ride is really good!

Pussies.

The only scary thing was the first drop. Everything after that felt so elementary. 

Now the indoor haunted mansion was scary. Mainly because the people there were chasing after you. -__- I found the Ripley’s Believe It Or Not exhibition kind of creepy. I made sure to not touch that bloody fertility statue. I’m too young to get pregnant! I got kind of tired walking around, plus I had my period and I was seriously beginning to feel the term “hai lat” was becoming literal. 

Can you believe we crashed at 11pm? So early. We slept all the way till the next day and almost missed our free breakfast. xD In fact, we were kind of late so they weren’t stocking up on the buffet anymore. Oh well. At least I still had that yummeh egg with cheese! 

The only thing I regretted so much about this trip was that I had no camera with me. :( No pictorial memories of my first vacation with Davin. Sigh. And and and I saw this Caucasian with a Canon Powershot G9. :( The predecessor of my dream camera. :(

I don’t care, I’m going to Malacca with Davin during the third semester! And I’d better have my camera by then! Hehehe now that I’ve gone through my first ’secret’ holiday, I think I might be less paranoid on planning the next. ;)

Year 2 Semester 1 – done May 14, 2009

I cannot believe that I’ve finally gotten through this semester. Undeniably, this was the toughest semester I’ve been through, but I know that the third year will be even tougher. This semester was a very memorable one. Davin came to live in Kampar, I participated in one of the biggest events in Kampar’s UTAR, I had my first group assignment conflict, I fell sick so many times, and I think I lost count of how frustrated I was this semester. 

But amazingly, this semester flew by really fast. I know that as you grow up, your live goes by faster, but this was crazy fast. Too fast, in fact. Fourteen weeks just flew by like that. The first week was nothing; the second week, we were already pressured by our internships. Third week was a holiday. Then came the overflow of assignments, only two midterms, assignments, and then straight on to finals. I can’t believe that we had assignments up till week fourteen! 

Then, there was the musical. So much time was spent perfecting it. I didn’t have a big part in making the musical a perfection; my role was only to make sure the tickets were selling, and keep track of it. Even then, the ones who made them really sell was the major people in the musical. So really, my part was really small. But it was fun doing it. :D I’m glad it turned out well. 

Now that I’m on holiday, life feels a little more mundane. It’s so contradicting, when I’m in Kampar, I can’t wait to get back home. When I’m here, I feel like being in Kampar again.

Surprisingly, I haven’t been to a single drinking party this semester. Kind of sad. 

I won’t be in Kampar this year till October. I’m having my internship for my next semester, and I’ll be interning for Cleo! Well, most probably anyway. I’ll miss the late nights out. Going upstairs to scare Apple. Stealing Kar May’s chocolate biscuits. Seeing her face when the cat comes into our house. Sleeping in. Most of all, I’m going to miss Davin. Although I said four months isn’t very long, and it’s just going to fly by when I get so busy interning, right now during my two week break I feel like I’m going to miss him a lot. 

I’ll miss doing my assignments in his room. I seem to concentrate better and get more done cause he’ll always come by every once in awhile to nag at me if I’m doing something other than my assignment. I’ll miss the belly rubs. I’ll miss watching movies on my laptop with him. I’ll miss eating out with him. Sigh. 

Four months should be very quick considering the half year I had last year waiting for him to come to Kampar, right? Just fourteen weeks. Fourteen weeks. 

I just watched Gossip Girl episode 24 just now. A bit miffed that they didn’t show Georgina’s fantastic plan ( I mean, look at the ending of episode 23!!), but was really touched at  Chuck’s gesture. At first I thought I downloaded the wrong show, cause I didn’t know who that ‘young Lily’ was. I can’t wait for the next one to come out! 

Genting trip in the next post. :)

Viva la love story May 10, 2009

I don’t get why everyone is raving about that Viva La Vida and Love Story mixed song. It’s really not that nice. It’s not that touchingly beautiful. It’s nothing special. Give me the original Viva La Vida anytime.