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2009-10-24T22:18:00.000-07:00

saya sudah pindah ke blog lain! tolong re-link saya. http://sookkin.blogspot.com

whats up doc.

2009-10-06T09:34:00.000-07:00

the ash, the tea, the song and the prosperity.

2009-10-04T08:11:00.000-07:00

as we all sedia maklum, october the 3rd was moocake festival. and secara kebetulan, ash and ly lyn ada balik itu hari. so, kita olang pegi itu lake garden utk men-celebrate. itu calyn jemput saya dari rumah sy and lepas itu kita pergi jemput itu miss teh. miss teh punya rumah dibina atas itu jalan yang ada macam itu bukit minya. and calyn pandu punya keleta itu manual punya. so lepas ly lyn naik, itu calyn tiba tiba manyak takutkan saya cakap lia tak cukup skill untuk bawak itu keleta naik itu bukit. masa lia start engine itu, saya pun terjerit jerit sambil itu ly lyn bagitau saya lia bawak itu mosquito repellent sebab takut kena gigit nyamuk di lake garden.

but luckily calyn made it. manyak cukup skilled.

lepas itu, jam masa itu ada tunjuk maciam 7.30 kah 8.00 kah.. saya sudah itu lupa.. oh ya rasanye pukul 7.30..

and then calyn pun drive ke lake garden.. manyak gelap masa itu. lepas itu manyak itu "tanglung" ada orang pasang kat itu pokok la, pondok la.. aiyooo, saya manyak takut. macam itu tanglung sendiri terbang... hantu ka? aiyoo choi choi!

and then kita parked dekat itu public toilet and jalan trus masuk itu padang gelap la. tiba-tiba ini teh ly lyn ciakap , "ei, dinner! we're supposed to go for dnnner.."

ma ok la.. pegi dinner lo..

pas tu.. jalan itu jalan... manyak jauh. dlm perjalanan ada itu orang pervert lalu kita olang. pas tu dia nampak itu ly lyn punya kaki manyak itu seksi trus dia buat itu bunyi pelik pelik. saya n calyn pun marah itu ly lyn kenapa ta lak itu pakai seluar panjang.

and then kita olang jalan lagi. tiba tiba dgr itu macam ada bunyi kentut belakang kita olang. oh ada itu satu motor ciplak tengah ikut belakang kita olang and hon hon itu macam!

aiyooo.. apasai manyak boh-loh itu motor kat pavement! manyak boh-loh!

luckily sampai itu "tai o" jugak la. then kita duduk mau order makanan sambil wait itu ashwiini..

manyak malu malu punya muka

manyak tak tau malu punya muka

ingat dia famous sangat kah apa... xD

and then tunggu punya tunggu ashwiini pun sampai. and perbualan kita olang adalah seperti berikut:

ash: oh my god, song! your hair is so remarkably long! im so glad to see you :)

me: *laughs politely*

calyn: shall we order food now? ashwiini, do you want chicken wings?

ashwiini: yes please. i shall have one scrumptious chicken wing.

ly lyn: help me to eat the grilled fish okay?

me: oh most certainly!

soli la.. saya tipu sikit.

actually it was more like...

ashwiini: heylo song! omg, ur hair so long oledi!!

me: very long meh ha?? *smells hair*

calyn: ei ash, you want chicken wing or not ?

ash: ah.. okay la. :D

ly lyn: later help me eat the ikan panggang okay.? sked cannot finish.

me: can, can...

im glad i was not that wing..

sayur pedas.. sedap :P

sedap!!!!!

ini manyak gatai mau lawan saya pun camera phone dgn dia punya digital camera *malu*

jgn adili itu buku berdasarkan penutup nya.

nmpk kulus tp manyak kuat makan.

aiyo manyak malang tiba tiba hujan orh. belum main itu tanglung lagi! terpaksa tunggu kat situ tai-o lo.

itu ashwiini yang manyak bijak itu cakap. "dont worry, heavy rain always stops after 20 minutes."

1 jam setengah kemudian masih hujan.

"what?" ash said. "it happens in KL ok?"

so kita olang punya manyak itu panic. kebetulan itu suresh ada di tai-o jugak dengan kawan kawan dia. so calyn pun manyak emergency cuba SMS itu suresh tanya ada umbrella ella ella eh eh eh under my umbrella ke tak...

fuiyo.. manyak purple.

saya ngan itu ly lyn manyak bising fikir itu cara mau redah hujan. ashwiini pulak!

ashwiini pulak...

number 1) main lipgloss

number 2) ketawa dengan riang

number 3) sikat rambut

oleh sebab ashwiini manyak sibuk, kita olang tak mau kacau dia..

and nasib baik itu suresh ada itu umblella. :)

yang malangnya tak dapat celebrate itu lantern festival. ly lyn manyak sedih oo. :(

since the idiotic comment did not appear..

2009-09-30T11:22:00.001-07:00

to dom dom a.k.a choe jia yin: i miss you too wei. damn sien. will support u as soon as i reload. :p

2009-09-30T09:43:00.000-07:00

IM BACK IN TAIPING!!!

ive been to the cinema, the lake gardens, my bed, my chair.

... so what's next?

090909

2009-09-09T11:10:00.000-07:00

i did nothing special actually. except going lat lou's (wai yee) house and threw her a "surprise" party.

which, obviously, was not very surprsing.

you see, the thing was, when we(me, calyn, steven, pei juan and mimi) sneaked to her house to surprise her, she was sleeping like a log.

pei juan approached lat lou's window and knocked.(while the rest of us tried very hard to stay invisible)

pei juan: wei... open the door la..

lat lou (oblivious of the presence of the others): *groggy*... dowan la...

pei juan: why... open la.. open!

lat lou (seeing steven): dowanla!

pei juan: why... dont worry, wont let steven into ur room...open laaaaa...*frustrated*

lat lou: ahhh.. dowan la...

pei juan: we bought so many food for you (steven held the KFC plactic bags up and beamed).. open la.

lat lou: aiyo.. *starts to open door* *saw the rest of us* (mimi smiled) O.O *runs away from door*

all of us: weiiii!!!!!

me: mimi's fault la.. why didnt u wear make up..>:(

mimi: i didnt noe ma :(

lat lou let us in eventually *thank god* and while she went to bathe, we started the KFC feast first, much to mimi's delight.

"YEY! KFC!!!! Chickens abused before they're deep fried- JUST THE WAY I LIKE EM'!!"

"No, no, mom im a vegetarian i swear!"

KM arrived at lat lou';s house not too long after we did and she straight away tuck into the fried chicken. lol. we saved a couple of pieces for her because we knew she eats a lot. xD

*mabuk ayam*- it was obvious KM have not had KFC for a very, very, long time.

"it's finger licking good!"
(background: lat lou who has just finished bathing)

stupid steven stole all the chilli sauce. lat lou ended up eating leftovers sauce. eeee..

lat lou eating.

no idea what the heck is that.

i like this pic! im like "NOOOOO!", mimi was like "err...what?" and KM was like "YESSSSS!"

"Dont talk so much. Bring me my chickens now."

notice mimi's satisfied expression xD

KM eating KFC with her nostrils. Lat lou looking cool and calm. steven being stupid.

eating and talking :)

mimi termenung jauh after finishing her meal. and KM(background) looking beh syiok.

*never came across an ampaian b4*

"AHHHHH.....eh?"

yummy cheesy wedgeys :p

photo says it all.

calyn ojc and mimi lee.

pei juan posing while on the phone and steven looking like... steven. =="

After the KFC feast at lat lou's home, we decided to eat the birthday cake elsewhere. and where else can you go in kampar if not the "famous" --westlake?

steven and pei juan went to pick up a few cans of beer while calyn, mimi, and i were fine with just vanilla coke.

lat lou's cake :P

lat lou looking like a longing little kid. haha.

another shot of the cake.

it's really fun to hang out at westlake at night. theres always a lot of people. it was also my first time cycling there at night! i even had a race with pei juan and we were making a lot noise but the best part was no one cared! :P

congrats to mimi too, for being my first passenger. even though it took a lot of effort and energy. mimi, you do know that being skinny doesnt automatically makes u light, right?

congrats to myself too, for being alive after back-riding on KM's bicycle and for being her first passenger, too.

and of course, HAPPY ADVANCED BIRTHDAY, LAT LOU! altho we have not known each other for long, im glad to have been a part of your special day!

p/s: lat lou's birthday falls on this friday which is when the first finals paper starts. lol.

p/s/s: too bad ah keong wasn't here today. KM was complaining how we werent complete without ah keong. ==" lol.

p/s/s/s: i spot you at westlake, mama badak! why the heck are u still in same skirt since afternoon? lol.

Holy Shit!

2009-09-08T09:24:00.000-07:00

I was sleeping when i thought i heard drilling and hammering ... and my first thought was... chak oak?! ( direct translation=disassemble house??)
anyhow, i was so into sandman's trance that my mind disallowed my body to make any further movement outta the bed.. so yeah, i continued sleeping despite the racket...

the noise got so bad that i dreamed a peculiar dream. in it, i saw calyn making her way to the door. she said something like wanting to go pee or something. i opened my mouth to protest because i wanted to warn her that there might be orang asing outside working on whatever they're doing and it could be dangerous... but, like any other voodoo-like dreams, somehow i couldnt speak out. maybe it's bcos in real life i was actually too tired to do so or maybe its just a mystery that ill never find out. i just couldnt speak!

and the thing was, calyn didn't shut the door behind her and when she left for the toilet, the door was ajar. and there i was, lying on bed like a statue because i couldnt speak or move. then suddenly came this weird woman who looks part indian and part indonesian (??) into my room. she mumbled something strange and i saw that her eyes were all over the room. i was so effing horrified! why? because she had her eyes on my piggy bank! T.T
the second she reached for it, i jumped into action. we wrestled for a while but she managed to pin me down because she was heavier than i was. as she pinned me, she mumbled some gibberish words i cant make out of but one thing was for sure... she was effing pissed! hey i was pissed too! so i kicked her hard on the stomach,reached for the door and ran for my life. yey, victory!

suddenly there were these 3 little boys in my dream. i approached and warned them to not to open the door for strangers. lol. what the.

and then aku bangun.
and deja vu strikes!
calyn was curious about whats going on outside and at the same time wanting to go to the toilet.
she was pretty excited when she found out what.

"THEY'RE BUILDING A NEW ROOM!"

...WTF?!

she then headed for the toilet and whaddaya know, left the door open while some strangers were poking about in my house! what if they decides to enter my room and... steal my corntoz?! or worst, my chocolates?!
i attempted to sneak a peek through the open door and some yellow-haired dude on top of a ladder stared back at me. holy shit betul...
anyhoo, what i saw really shocked me (not the yellow hair dude even tho he almost did). yes, indeed they were building a new room right in front of my next-door-housemate's room but the effing thing was... WHERE THE SHMUCK IS THE LIVING ROOM?!

apparently they built the new room around the friggin living room. so now there's no living room unless you consider it to be the small area near the bloody shoes rack. if thats the case, god i swear im gonna eat in my room for the rest of my 3 years in kampar. and now the place look like some goddamn kai tau(chicken's nest/prostitute's nests?? :D). i couldnt even walk to my room without having this claustrophobic feeling.

i called my mom to complain about it.

"what?!" she said in disbelief. "WHY?!"

me: "i dono why la.. *D (the owner) is not here either. he's away or something.."

mom: how come suddenly wan ha? how did they build it so fast?

me: with some boards luu.. not bricks. i dono why aso. he didn't inform us beforehand. and the thing is right, i dont think the new room's got a toilet. im just worried that the new tenant might be sharing toilet with me and calyn (unlike other rooms, ours is the only one that has a non-conjoined bathroom which means its outside)

mom: if thats the case.. you'll move!

me: ==" not so serious yet la.. i like my house la.. samo so near bus stop..

mom: yealo.. see the situation first lo.. if really share toilet then i dowan d.. ill call *D and give him a piece of my mind!

me: har.. dont call first ok..

mom: ok .. then u see first and then tell me ok.

me: ok. gtg d... bye byeee..

mom: aa.. byeee.

my mom can be so scary at times, especially when it comes to things like toilets and some other stuffs as well. once i was upset about some friends and i told her about it. she called them "buggers" just to make me feel better. lol.

This is the new room. This is where my living room once was.

This is the ladder where the yellow-haired dude was when he saw me peeking out.

That's the dining table.

And right next to it is the fridge which is shown half.

... this is getting old.

I dont know who or what did this but its effing disgusting.

calyn trying to look upset about the whole living room-disappearing act but ended up looking more like shes about to punch me. hehe xD

wtf did this?? so ngam in front of the fridge samo!!! *&*^%$$%#!

p/s: *D is not the house owner's real name. do not, i repeat, DO NOT, attempt to find out who's this "D". I guarantee you 100% that you'll never find any Danish House owner's name as "D". if you do try, then ive no choice but to compare you with the shit in front of the fridge.

p/s/s: blogged using calyn's computer! hooray! *mad*

to sum it up...

2009-09-05T06:16:00.000-07:00

1/09/09-Keong & PJ

2/09/09-Mama Badak(behind the bag) & Piu Piu

Boo Lim & Nicole

KM & PJ

KM demanding for the remote.

Calyn & Wai Yee

4/09/09-Wai Yee & The shop owner's son

My leg

=(

2009-09-01T06:47:00.000-07:00

im starting to believe that im never gonna find any true friends in kampar...

THE FIRSTs. :)

2009-08-28T06:41:00.000-07:00

SHIEW FOONG

Name: Choo Shiew Foong

What I Call Her: K.M (dont ask why xD)

What I Like About Her: Loves gossiping with me in cantonese. xD

Most Memorable Moment: She came to overnight at my kampar house(room) and we watched Night at the Museum I.

Favourite quote: "Lei tim hor yi kam tui ngo. Ngo tei tim kong toe fan guo mai yat cheong chorng." (how can you treat me like this? how also we slept on the same bed before.)

p.s: ^refer backto Most Memorable Moment

JIA YIN

Name: Choe Jia Yin a.k.a Dominicque

What I Call Her: Dom Dom

What I like About Her: Her laughter/ The fact that she has the same birthday as mine.=)

Most Memorable Moment: The day she crashed her car bumper. She's like, paused... and

SCREAMED!haha. i was in the car that time.

Favourite Quote: "Lei chi chor mei??" (Tau salah ka??)

MELISSA

Name: Melissa Joy Benedict

What I Call Her: Ei Lesbian (eventho shes not la. haha. dun strangle me again ok Joy?)

What I Like Abourt Her: She's a person whom you trust won't betray you.

Most Memorable Moment: Played Rubik's cube with her for two hours during com studies class.

Favourite Quote: "Siao ar you???"

JIA FOONG

Name: Chong Jia Foong a.k.a Juliet

What I Call Her: Mama Badak

What I Like About Her: She reminds me a lot of my secondary school friends; siao siao lidat. Haha. She's also a caring person; someone that I can count on. (my mama what!) :)

Most Memorable Moment: When I cried in campus. She ajak-ed me go to her house and we ate ice cream in her room. Haha. Another one was when she called me to tell that she stepped on a lizard. lol.

Favourite Quote: "See la.. everytime you're around, my "manliness" will come out wan wo."

LOL.

WEN ZHUO

Name: Heng Wen Zhuo a.k.a Brighton

What I Call Him: Ah Joe

What I Like About Him: He's responsible and patient.

Most Memorable Moment: The first day in Utar! It was like this...

Joe: So what are you gonna be majoring in?

Me: Oh Journalism..*beams*

Joe: No, I mean after foundation, what are you gonna major in?

Me: Err... Journalism?? *beam fades*

So these peepz here were among my first friends. so you guys dont piss me off OK? nanti i cancel you off the list baru tau. haha.

need your help!

2009-08-22T21:40:00.000-07:00

currently playing neopets, an online virtual pet game sort-of-thing. do me a favour and sign up for it, will you?

you dont need to play. just sign up as a favour to me. i'd appreciate it lots. thanks.

here's the link :
http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=songsk24

kes curi sauce.

2009-08-22T06:29:00.001-07:00

i was eating yummy yummy KFC when two malay guys, around 2o-30 years of age, hurried in with their shopping trollies. then, they did something unbelievable. they fished out two small containers, placed them on a table and... filled them with KFC's ketchup or chilli sauce i dono. they werent even customers; merely stopping by to curi sauce.
i dont know why no one saw that except my friends and i.
what a goddamn embarassing thing to do!

the weird thing was their shopping cart was filled with plastic bags. dont tell me they cant afford ketchup sauce??

stupid. manyak cheap punya kerja.

badak+lim seh

2009-08-21T06:59:00.000-07:00

ok so this is really random. mama badak just called me to say that the "ice" shes going to take me to eat contains sugar. and then she moved to another topic...

mama badak: do you know that calling you required a sacrifice?

me: huh? why?

mama badak: just now, i was running running down the stairs to grab the phone to call u.. and then suddenly... i felt like i tergelek something rubbery..

me: whats that.. ee

mama badak: at first i din care la.. tot it was some rubber band or something. see see hor.. when i turned back.. OMG! it was "lim seh"(lizard) you know..

me: eeee! you memang badak ar u!

mama badak: yeah! and the lizard like vomitted blood you know.. and the tail like "chek chek"(twitch) abit! eh its twitching again now.. issit still alive?

me: arghh!! no more description!! where issit now?

mama badak: just right infront of me lo.

me: eee.. what is it still doing there??

mama badak: well, its right infront of me. what can i do?

me: just look away or something!

mama badak: oh my auntie just "sou" (sapu) it away d.

me: eeeeeeeeee!!!!

mama badak: *laughs*

me: so where the "ice" thing sold anyway?

mama badak: opposite Ktar la.. got sugar wan ha.

me: you're reli gna gv me tooth decay la!

mama badak: you wait la u. when i cum back, u sure kena d la u.

me: lol. ok luu.

mama badak: k byeeee..

me: bye bye.

friggin' "raising girls" book. >:(

2009-08-20T07:04:00.000-07:00

i used to have this fear of losing something that belongs to someone else and the other day, it came true.

i lost a library book!

it was a lot of running here and there... a lot of investigating.. a lot blood and sweat.

man it was a tough few days!

fortunately, fatin and mama badak took the initiative to ask the cafeteria lady (asked before, but she said none) and the lady returned us the book!

"...see? i told you we'll keep the things until someone claim them." *toothy smile*

so, thanks mama badak and fatin! :)

Video for Public Speaking Talkshow

2009-08-19T00:52:00.000-07:00

*the one with the gun: me=)

*the one pan yao yeng caught the criminal: charmaine

*the one who found the victim: saki

*the victim: dom dom

*camera man: dom's bf

*the criminal: ah zhuo

bull crap

2009-08-16T06:10:00.000-07:00

i had a funny dream of myself having a KFC feast so by the time i woke up, i was craving for it.
calyn suggested going to tesco which was like so friggin' far and i said no because i was too lazy to walk and i wanted to play pet society. but the craving got bad so i agreed that we go, in one condition; i will cycle.

it turns out that cycling to tesco was a bad idea. firstly, calyn didnt know how to cycle so she had no choice but to walk. because of that, i have to cycle for a distance and then stop so that she can catch up with me and each time i stop, i had to use my leg to support the bike so that i wont fall "graciously" to the ground. the process was so tiring. and second, the whole journey took 40 minutes, and as a result, my backside was the prime victim. it ached and felt deadly sore.

as far as im concerned, there are two ways to get to tesco. the first and main way is through the highway. the alternative way is through the friggin' "sand road" which is used by bikers and cyclers (like me). it rained on and off the entire day so it was all yucky and muddy plus theres bullshit everywhere and mind you, i dont mean that metaphorically. seriously, there was bull shit and cow shit everywhere, like mine bombs in war.

at first i was so "suang" cos on the way to tesco were a lot sandy slopes and i was like cycling downhill so dang fast like nobody's bussiness.(but by the time i had to cycle back up, it was so so excruxiatingly torturous, like there were 5 people sitting on you while you walk uphill, you know what i mean?)

reached tesco 40 minutes later, had KFC, beli sayur and bought a cute storage box which has a cute cow cartoon on it. :)
its crazy how far one would go to get Kentucky Fried Chicken. if it was a contest, i would have bagged the first prize, cos of the bull shit and all.

heres how much i spent for today:

1) KFC-RM10.20
2) storage box-rm15.00
3) sayur-rm15.85
4) piggy bank-rm 12.90
5) ugly but cute keychain-rm 3.50

=rm57.45

oh bonda, maafkan anakanda.

Consultation Hours

2009-08-13T01:11:00.000-07:00

accompanied dom dom and KM to see their academic advisor, mr bala. once reached, saw mama badak and auntie badak. they too, got the same advisor, mr bala.
dom dom wore the face mask thingie and gave everyone the "good girl gone bad" impression.
lol

economical badak

2009-08-12T07:51:00.000-07:00

first and foremost, my group presented our economics presentation... miss kamales commented it was lack of information and that ah zhuo can join broadcasting because he had the american chinese slang..

miss kamales: you have that american chinese slang that i think people in china have. are you ... from there?

lol.

well, apart from that, err, unusual comment, miss kamales said our presentation was OK.
just OK. how dissapointing.
i am also dissapointed with myself cos i forgot my first few lines because ms.K was giving me killer, cold stares. youve seriously no idea how it was like... i freaked!
and the heels i wore killed me.
i even had a few "accidents" ,cos of the stupid heels, but thank God, dom dom and saki always seemed to be there to hold on to me. thanks guys :)

my friends call me baby badak. jia foong is my mama badak and fatin is auntie badak.

MAMA BADAK, IM DONE EATING ALL THE RUSKY! CAN I HAVE MORE?

TB8

2009-08-10T09:48:00.001-07:00

a short interview with my classmates done by yours truly. :)

too soon

2009-08-10T09:29:00.000-07:00

found out that a fellow lecture classmate had passed away due to heart attack. r.i.p wherever you are.

outta topic

2009-08-10T04:46:00.000-07:00

finally got to get out of kampar on saturday. yey, ipoh! (when you're in kampar for too long, every where else is paradise). saki and charmaine went to ipoh with nicholas by car so melissa was stuck with calyn and i. haha. we took a bus from the bus stop "near" my house and boarded a bus that goes all the way to ipoh. from there we took another bus to jusco. the bus driver smelled like 12 bottles of heineken and that scared us a little. oh yeah the inside of the bus was something like rapid penang's so it was a delightful surprise for us.
dom dom messaged me to ask where i was. at that time, the bus was just a few kilometres from the entrance of jusco but because of the traffic jam, it didn't move. i found it ironic because i almost replied her, "ive reached jusco. but not quite." (??)

the fare was rm2. calyn thought it was expensive because the fare from kampar-ipoh only cost rm4.30. i was like, whatever, because im such an idiot la obviously. i duno why calyn bothers so much about this kinda stuffs and im like the total opposite. sometimes i wonder whether i'll survive living alone. well, knowing me, i think ill probably end up in the streets.haha.

after 3 hours of a looooooong journey from one bus to another, we finally step foot into Jusco! (in kampar they only have tesco. i repeat, ONLY TESCO). we quickly met up with dominic and then headed to the food court! my goodness, my internal organs must have shrivelled so badly. i was starving like mad!

ordered chicken rice and a cup of ... i forgot. oh oh oh! i met mr chan in the food court!!! so happy to bumped into sir. he told calyn and i that he was on a school trip to gua tempurung. didn't manage to chat longer because my plate of chicken rice and cup of i-forgot were waiting for me. we gobbled up our food quickly cos we didnt wanna waste time. it was already 3 and we were supposed to watch G.I Joe at 4.30. after lunch, our first stop was Nose, which makes me wonder sometimes why do people give funny names to shoe brands like, "Nose". why Nose? i mean, feet are usually stinky... and why "faceshop" when they sell other accesories for other parts of the body as well? (jangan sue saya. saya cuma budak hingusan) anyway, no sweat, will google about this later... if you guys know why, please do not hesistate to enlighten me.

the heels in Nose are cheap you know, compared to vincci and chadstone. haha. macamlah i tahu. that analysis was according to miss calyn ong jen ching. lets get you a clearer picture on this. while calyn and dominicque were heels-shopping, dom's boyfriend and i were sitting on the futon, yawning. see? now you know how is it with me VS heels. calyn saw some high heels that she really liked but they didnt have her sizes. so off we went to vincci.. there were not much there so it was kinda surprising cos vincci is like almost everyone's favourite (except mine :D). since we had some time left before G.I Joe starts, dominicque suggested we drop by at chadstone, yet another shoe shop. went there and bought a pair f heels. rm 63.90. i shopped for my first pair of heels just... because. i dont even know why i bought them and it was rm63.90! that was like a new pair of ciplak nike shoes. why oh why was i so gullible. anyway, havent told mummy about this yet. *swallows* (charmaine bought a padini shirt worth rm80)

calyn didnt get to buy her heels cos we ran out of time. next up, G.I Joe. not surprisingly, i found it uninteresting at the end of the show. i only liked the part when Duke and whats-the-negro's-name wore that ultimate super suit. after that... when the masked villain was revealed.. hmmm, well... lets just say it was anti-climax momento. and the flashbacks of Storm Shadow's childhood(whats with the name anyway)where he remembered fighting with Snake Eyes as kids , reminded me of ...Ryu and Ken from Streetfighter?
nevermind that, whats worst was when the villain put on a stupid mask to look like friggin Darth Vader and went, "This will not be the end of me!" something like that. you wont believe how many times i rolled my eyes at that scene. it was as though it was adapted from one of those capcom comics(was it?). the transition of scenes was also way too fast that i confused myself figuring out who was fighting against who.

on a lighter note, the graphics was awesome, especially on the part when the eiffel tower collapsed, and the actors are cute.
all in all, the movie should have had a better-structured storyline. theres just too much holes to be filled in.
its a good movie for those who are into graphics and technological stuffs.
not a very good one for those who expects a stronger storyline.

i rate it 6/10.

p:s what does G.I Joe stands for again?

A loner

2009-07-27T08:40:00.001-07:00

I have a family, good education, allowance.

I have friends. lots of them. friends ranging from childhood pals to college mates.

I love my mom and dad. and I know my brothers will always have my back even though we hate each other now.

I know I can count on my friends... friends who will laugh and cry with me. friends who would call and say a simple "Hi", a way of letting me know that they're still here.

I might have my family and friends, the people who colours up my life, the ones who are shielding me from drifting into the darkness, a place unknown yet so fearful to many.

But truth to be told, im afraid. im afraid of the dark.

At the end of the day, when darkness sets in, the people closest to me drift away in utmost silent and all there's left are memories that will get me by each day.

True, i might have my mom and dad and my friends but when night creeps in replacing the light of dawn, all i see are these four walls around me.

The door shuts.

The wind stops breathing.

The limelight fades.

... and the curtain falls.

yet again.

2009-07-26T08:51:00.000-07:00

rest in peace, yasmin ahmad. your films shall forever pull at my heart's strings.

...*cries*

SEPET

2009-07-21T09:44:00.000-07:00

didnt update for so looooong. I'M LAZY! i guess its a disease every blogger has. :p

finally, my mid term tests are here! why finally? because. i. have. no. idea. why i sound so excited about the friggin' thing. and so far, (so far la) i screwed up my public speaking exam. whyyyy? because i was too busy with the rubik's cubeeeee. so did i study for public speaking? noooo.
did i solve the rubik's? yessss. :D (because i learned through youtube haha).

somehow com studies and mass comm were OK. i did not tear the exam paper at the end of the session so thats saying something aite.
hmm... 3 more subjects left to die for; english language, accounts (OMG) and economics.

english will be in two week's time, accounts is on friday and economics is TODAY! ...in 18 hours.

my last class for today was general mass communications. this subject is basically something general about mass communications. a bo.
i had two general mass comm classes just now, as usual. the first class is the lecture class(12-2) and the second class is the tutorial class(6-7). during lecture, we watched SEPET, yes, the one from Yasmin Ahmad. Mr A, (i do not want to spell out the name because Utar lecturers somehow have this fondness towards googling their names to see if any students blog about them LOL) my lecturer/tutor, told the class that his copy of SEPET was a gift from Yasmin Ahmad herself when he went to interview her many dinosur ages ago.

(Yasmin Ahmad is a well-known movie director in Malaysia)

because we watched a movie during the lecture class, the tutorial class was replaced with the lecture class. so instead of doing exercises like what we usually do in tutorial class, we had lectures (yes, yes. the one with powerpoints, slideshows, words, words, words, ...zzzz).
you can imagine right.. it was the last class for the day, starting from 6 and lasted to 7. poor Mr. A tried so hard to sound very enthusiastic about the origins of internet and something about the typewriter but no one paid attention.

ah wan grabbed a chunk of his hair and pulled hard. (nodding off.. nodding off...)

charmaine cupped her face with her hands, pretending like shes justs resting her chin on her palms, really focusing on the slideshows... when she's not. (blood shot eyes)

saki collapsed on the desk. **tidak peduli**

however, at 6.45, time past pretty quickly. the next thing we know, Mr.A said bye bye.

back at home, i tried to study but my housemates were making a racket at the living room. i dont know whats so funny because they were supposed to be having a group study. adoi.

its 1.10 a.m right now. taking a break after hours of swallowing economics facts.

>.<

2009-07-06T11:38:00.000-07:00

Life is like a game of checkers.

No matter how many enemies you'd brought down...

No matter how far you run...

You'll still go back to the base, the first row, the first line...

Not because you want to be the King,

But because you feel the safest there.

:)

2009-07-03T07:56:00.000-07:00

im still feeling guilty for sleeping in computer studies class, right in front of the teacher. mind you, im a very good girl. i somehow just couldn't control my eyelids from closing.

accounts was a bitch today. i had no idea what the lecturer has taught. only caught a bit of this and a bit of that... it was a puddle of confusion!

after class, went to makan with saki chew and calyn ong.

nice leh :P

skyscraping

2009-07-01T09:59:00.000-07:00

What was it again? Two hundred and two squared…?

Or was it three hundred…?

Raj wasn’t paying attention too. Neither was John.

What’s that?

Rain?

It’s funny how the windows looked as though they’re crying. Crying?

How unpleasant it was… How black it was…

Make her stop. Make it stop.

“I fell.”

No point telling him the truth. These wounds you see, they heal.

The bruises, the marks, they heal. Scars are only reminders. They don’t hurt.

But the broken heart is left hanging on to the existing soul.

Hello home-cooked meal, it’s been awhile.

I’m still not getting the hang of the washing machine.

Three hundred and two squared. I must keep a mental note of that. At least there’s something worth remembering. Like a rainbow between gray clouds.

It’s a nice day, a nice, windy blustery day.

I’ve always wanted to fly. Just not like this though.

I’m smiling.

Broader.

Eyes closing.

Tighter.

Can’t help a thought.

That one last, cynical thought.

… I hate you dad.

Red Sneakers

2009-06-24T07:30:00.000-07:00

I still remember.

The first day.

Excited footsteps.

Genuine laughters.

Corridors crawling with people. Hundreds of them at the same time.

The gray walls.

The gray staircases.

The gray ceilings, the gray floors.

The hot weather. The humid air.

Its funny how he appeared to be the only colored object I see among the gray things.

Black jacket. Khakis. Red sneakers.

The lake! The big, big lake. I wondered if there were actual alligators lurking in the deep waters like how it’s rumored.

Saturday. Why was it so dull? Why was it so quiet, so unnatural? Why was it so … gray?

Red sneakers?

Cops found one of them floating on the water surface.

He liked fishing.

Did he regret it? I supposed not. Too late to ask anyway.

Was it at 8? Or was it 3 in the morning?

Too dark. I couldn’t remember.

Too cold! No wonder they don’t allow swimming in here. It was too cold!

How did it felt like? Dying?

“You’ll feel at peace.” Grandpa said. How did he know? He's not dead.

Peace? Why wasn’t I peaceful? Was it right? Was it worth it? For the red sneakers?

What the heck. Mom won’t be pleased. She had always reminded me to not act on impulse. Well, I’m sorry, mom. I guess.

I’m still here. Looking out at the lake. Walking aimlessly around at 3 a.m every day. Searching for the right answer. Was it worth it? For the red sneakers?

What the heck. It’s too late to ask. At least one of my questions is answered.

There’s no alligator in the lake. I know.

Bee Nee's birthday

2009-06-23T07:39:00.000-07:00

The usual;

cake

people.

happy birthday bee nee! :)

randoms.

2009-06-22T09:03:00.000-07:00

some random pics i would like to share:)

my nice pasar malam shorts =)

saki chew shooting zombies

ah zhuo's dramatic expression.

mamak's roti tisu! yum yum =)

calyn's first encounter with roti milo =)

(it was 8.57 p.m. considered supper=)

me. sleeping. sleep also so brutal huh.

saki posing. ;p

p:s gonna post more pics next time :)

W995

2009-06-21T03:50:00.000-07:00

I WANT THIS PHONE :)

so siok!

2009-06-18T09:37:00.000-07:00

ive stopped cycling nowadays. the weather's unbearable. too hot. and my timetable is like so stupid. my classes either start or end in the afternoon; usually after 12 oclock. sometimes my class starts at 8 and then ends 6. that time too tired to cycle already. so i rather travel to and fro by bus. i want to cycle... but well, see first la.

i had only one class yesterday. economics. from 6-8 p.m. it was so damn cold in the lecture hall. almost froze from the extremely, extremely cold air. we were left off early because we finished the topic for the day.

fortunately theres no need to rebut for the bus because melissa's friend (a.k.a boyfriend, eventho shes denying it), nicholas came to fetch us. then we went to makan again as usual. but thank god this time not mamak stall!

instead, we went to lim kee. ordered some chop rice. not very sedap but had to take dinner because my breakfast and lunch were basically fishballs and a few pieces of fried dory fish.
the menu was like hilarious. couldn't take pictures of it because of the uber bad quality of my camera phone.

nicholas: ei i wanna ask hor,(asking the waiter), the "pee-neh apple sour anot wan ar?" so we were like wondering what is pee-neh apple. melissa pointed to us that pee-neh apple was spelled p-e-n-e-a-p-p-l-e for the actual word, "pineapple. they made the word sound almost obscene. ==

and another one was "sambai chicken".
saki pronounced it exactly as "sambai".

"i want this sambai chicken rice." haha.

the worst was "THIEF FRY". i spotted it on the menu and i was like "goreng the pencuri..?"
calyn thought it was "fried teeth". haha.
then nicholas figured out that it was "DEEP fry."

"THIEF FRY" wo. scary betul la. didnt know they serve cannibals as well. haha. anyway,
poor waiter la wei. nicholas is so bad. the waiter looked so blur. kudos to him for being so patient though.
before the food arrived, we pun sembang2 kosong. melissa kept on reminding us that nicholas is "gay". haha. and he owns a handbag.

"im 50% guy and 50% woman." he told us. what the la. haha.

saki chew: hey then u lesbian what. *casually pointing at melissa*

it was just a small joke we played on melissa. for fun la. ah bo kampar so boring. if no stories abut sissy boy/ah pon or gay gay guys then theres nothing special about university life la.

we started laughing when saki suddenly mentioned that.

melissa: *shocked* im not! you all la lesbians! *turns to nicholas* they all molested me that day! (which we kinda did actually. ahem.)

nicholas: they molested you so now you're a lesbian...? *pretends to look blur*

saki chew: actually melissa likes muscular guys.

me: yeaha that day melissa keeps looking at him!

melissa: i see muscular guys ma. means im not a lesbian la!

nicholas: yerr... muscular guys usually gay wan. trust me la. (dono whats with him and gays).

melissa: but they molested me before i saw the muscular guy. so that means im not a lesbian la. im straight!*kek sim*

we stopped joking about homo stuffs after that. too much "before" and "after" stories already.
melissa is in singapore now. shes attending her cousin's wedding so shell be skipping class for 2 days! so siok! (calyn's adik, cindy's, favourite quote). nice la wei her quote. i think im gonna use it quite often for my blog d.

siok what.

speaking of cycling(please refer to the top of this page if you rajin scroll back up), that day i woke up late. the weather was damn nice. (saki said, "if the weather is nice in kampar ar, sure something bad will happen). when the alarm went off at 6.10, calyn yang sudah sangat the menyampah with the irritating motorolla ringtone (refer to SKY BLUE ringtone-razr v3 model)instead of the usual just "snoozing" the alarm, she disabled it terus. haha. we slept until 7.24 a.m padahal the bus should have arrived by 7.20 and our class was starting at 8. luckily melissa called me if not i'll tidur until afternoon already (because we made a pact to cycle to utar using a shortcut).

melissa: wei where are you?

me: i just woke up.*groggy*. you go first la.

melissa: *pauses*... you want me to wait for you not? (nampak sangat berpura2. as if shell wait for me. yeah right melissa joy benedict!)

me: no need la. you go first la.

melissa: ok la then. bye bye. (see?! langsung tak pedulikan me!)

calyn and i terus bangun and got ready. since calyn doesnt own a bike, she had to walk. (pity man. breakfast pun tak makan)

so anyway, i cycled a breaking record of 15 minutes for the distance of approximately 2.5km all the way to BLOCK D of UTAR, PERAK CAMPUS!
calyn even more keng. all she need was 20 minutes and... she walked! SHE WALKED!

ALL HAIL CALYN ONG JEN CHING! *hails*...walk the great wall of china next?

MR. S

2009-06-12T10:19:00.000-07:00

ENGLISH TUTORIAL LESSON 1: DEAR MR. S

recently, i found out that the one who's going to teach me english lecture and english tutorial isnt the same person. today was the first day of english tutorial class.
the difference between tutorial and lecture is, tutorial is the time for us to discuss our assignments and group works while our tutor assists us. lecture, on the other hand, involves microsoft powerpoint, slideshows, a lot of yawnings and frequent nodding-off-to-sleep activities sneakily done at the back of the class.

my tutor is a Mr. S. he has only been teaching in Utar for the past 3 semesters.
since it was the first meeting between us and him, adalah sesi intro diri yg sgt membosankan and memalukan diri tu. i was in the second row. only got one guy sitting at the most front. haha.
when it was almost my turn to intro, i felt a bit nervous. my name's a bit difficult to pronounce because S-O-O-K could be easily mistaken as S-U-K or worst, S-O-K. lebih2 lagi this Mr. S is an Indian.
suddenly my turn came. jeng jeng jeng..

mr. s: yes girl, whats your name?

me: *nervous* ...im sook kin.. (malas wanna sebut my surname, nanti lebih2 plak ditanya)

mr. s: *blur* excuse me..?

me: *a bit louder* sook kin.

mr. s: TOK KIM?!

my friend, kai wei(saki) started to laugh. i pun follow her laugh. cis.

mr. s: *looks at saki* sometimes when i repeat ur names, i might get it wrong. so...*waggles finger* don't laugh.

saki: *shuts up*

mr. s: whats your name again?

me: SOOK kin. S-O-O-K.

mr. s: OH SOOK KIN! and where are you from?

me: taiping.

mr. s: oh taiping! in fact, taiping is one of...(at this moment, i could have sworn i saw his lips twisted into the 'BO-' pronunciation! i really thought he wanted to say BORING)... my favourite towns. yes, taiping.

after that we started to discuss our tutorial homework.

mr. s: can someone give me another meaning for 'BOARD'?

me: *mumbles*.. boarding up the..

mr. s: YES I HEARD SOMETHING! YOU RIGHT?! *points at saki*

saki: huh? *blur* err.. we board bus.. err... *laughs* ... sorry.... we board bus to school... *giggles*... sorry... we board bus to school every day.

mr. s: YES! board the bus to campus every day! YES! a good example. (something like that. cant remember what he said exactly)

then theres one time when each of us have to give an example of word often mispronounced by our friends.
i said the word "Anatomy". (because people usually pronpunces it as "UH-NAH-TOH-ME" when its actually uh-naht-uh-mee something like that. i dah lupa)

mr. s: yes, ANOTOMY! (he pronounced it very professionally)

me: but sir, i looked up the dictionary...

mr. s: yes, DICTIONARY! is another word we often mis..

me: no sir, i mean .. i looked up the dictionary for the correct pronunciation for anatomy.

mr. s: oh ... *explains*

in conclusion, i find that mr. s is a person with passion for teaching. he is outspoken and someone who is easy to warm up to. i dont need to worry about feeling malu when ive anything to ask him next time.

p:s its almost 2 and ive 8 oclock class tomorrow. bagus.

speechless

2009-06-05T12:31:00.001-07:00

found out something very shocking two days ago. im so shocked i havent had milo since.

the bedroom

2009-06-04T07:26:00.000-07:00

been in Kampar for more than a week but didnt have the chance to blog about my bedroom. do i sound very dull or is it just me? hmmm.

calyn's desk.

calyn's pink bed

my comforter-ble bed where ejane says "magic happens". (??)

my bed again xD (babe, saw moeie?)

my desk!

my DVDS. please ignore the last one.

OK. thats all for now. xD

cos its you and me.

2009-06-02T06:42:00.000-07:00

today was very the boring. i had Public Speaking, General Mass Communication and Computer Studies.
ms. anulia teaches public speaking. shes very funny and full of live when teaching. she warned us not to fall asleep on her class because "her heart will start bleeding". haha.
mr. abel lee teaches us general mass comm. hes very the serious. and very the organised. i mean look at his hair. it has middle-parting!
miss wong teaches us computer studies. this subject is downright the boring. very the sleepy. very want to the kill someone, anyone, just to stop being sleepy. miss wong is a strict, but very nice lady. if you dont mess with her, she wont mess with you.

i met two new kawans today. one is melissa, one is jaclyn.
calyn befriended them first because they're in the same classes with her yesterday.
dont be fooled by the name 'jaclyn'. sound so high class and so malaysian idol-ish.
this jaclyn is jaclyn LEE. very the noisy. very the samseng. very like Bruce Lee. hair cut also same. ==" and shes also very the funny.

melissa is a nice chindian girl. she scored 10As for spm. 7A1s and 3A2s and a B for Bm because she disliked that subject. melissa right, is the type of person who wont speak unless necassary. and by "necassary", i mean something called jaclyn lee.
just f.i.y, jaclyn is very the small size. very the skinny. wear specs. and looks a bit geeky.

jaclyn: i very fat la. i think i wanna "chien fei" (diet).

me, calyn, melissa: chien fei?!

melissa: you chien shermo fei? you got "fei" to "chien" meh? (you diet? you got fats to decrease meh?)

jaclyn: really wan! i got spare tyre d!

melissa: what la! you better go change your specs la you!

and mind you, she was saying this with a sharp, honest tone. she didnt fake her surprised face.

jaclyn: yes la. must diet d. or not my mom scold d. last time my sis fat aso she scold d.

calyn: ur sister very fat meh?

jaclyn: just abiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttt fatter than me.

me: ei pls r. like this you call fat ar?

jaclyn: yealah, you see this! *points at her thin thighs*

melissa, calyn and i gave up. no point convincing the joker over something that doesnt exist.

the difference between really reading and not.

the difference between pretending to read and really reading.

jackie and mj

jackie and i

calyn and i

(the girl at the back apasal? i owe her money zit? so garang wan)

songsk and the hair

cal and mj

pn chiew and calyn.

ei no... its jac and calyn.

us vs housmates

2009-05-30T07:57:00.001-07:00

people have been asking, "hows your housemates? are you doing well with them? are they nice people?"

heres my answer to the question.

calyn and i rented a double room which we thought came with a conjoined toilet. see see, the toilet is separate, even though it is only a door's away.
fearing that guests that come to the house will mistake our toilet for a guests' toilet, we labeled it just to set things straight.

one week later, we found this from the "nice" people upstairs.

US VS HOUSEMATES;

0-1

weird dream+ tesco

2009-05-29T06:54:00.000-07:00

had a nightmare last night. it was a very weird dream.

i went to visit ejane who was staying inside a fridge. and she asked for the dadih i was eating. i was with my mom that time. i asked her to go first. and i gave her my... teddy bear? pelik betul. my mom didnt look back and walked away. even more pelik.

so ejane took my dadih and put a spoonful into her mouth. but then she started puking. i forced her to eat jugak because it would be wasting if she didnt. haha.

suddenly i found myself in a temple in genting. i was in a monastery, in a room. 5 or 6 lady monks in blue robes were surrounding me, chanting. i asked them why i was there. but they didnt answer me. then they break away from their circle and moved all over the place. i was very afraid at that time. then i saw an old lady in purple shirt and white slacks standing at a corner. she was eyeing me suspiciously. my bulu roma meremang.

but i had no choice. i had to ask her how to get out. the monks wont answer me!
i approached her and spoke to her in cantonese.

me: tim yong chut hui geh? (how to get out?)

old lady: ee toe yap chor lei mou tak chut ka. (once you enter here, you cant come out)

me: ngo chi ar. (i know<--- it was deja vu. i had this dream before)

she led me to another room. it was a tiny room that can only fit 3 people the most. the ceiling was very low too. try to picture urself in the seven dwarfs' home.

old lady: kor toe yao wai chut.(theres an exit over there)

i went around the room and saw another door. it was like a door that leads to a storeroom at the back of your staircase at home.

me: ngo thai toe chor lor! (i saw it!)

on the door was a label. it read, "STAIRWAY".

right when i wanted to turn the knob of the door leading to god-knows-where, suddenly i was struck with fear. i didnt want to descend the dark stairway all by myself. thoughts of Ju On and doraemon came into my mind and my brain felt like exploding!

i tried to find the ah poh but she was nowhere in sight!

but i found her la. she was walking very slowly. =="

i asked her if there was an alternative exit. she said no.

my heart was thumping so hard against my chest. mcm sludge hammer. almost died of heart attack you know. i thought i was forever stuck there with the chanting monks and the clueless ah poh!
my eyes started to water. my knees became weak. my body gave in and ... AKU BANGUN TIDO!
phew. luckily man.
when i woke up, calyn was busy kemas-ing her drawer. i told her about my dream.
she said its because i did not cuci kaki before tido. i looked at my feet. actually, yeah, kinda dirty aso. hehe.

i was shaken up by that bad dream. didnt dare to sleep but tertido jugak at last. in fact, i didnt woke up until it was 11 am.
bee nee sent a message to calyn. "Hey me n my fren wake up d.. so u wanna go(tesco)? cum f5 us lo...;)"
it was sent at 9.29 a.m. haha.
we planned to go tesco yesterday. malangnya bee nee want to "kemas kemas" and "mop lantai" so we tak jadi go.
so i went to mandi while calyn continued to sleep until 11.3o. after that i onlined awhile while waiting for calyn. we were supposed to meet up with bee nee and denise at the bus stop by 1.20. calyn got a message from bee nee at 1.17. "Eh v reach busstop d.. faster La.. u al...". calyn and i quickly grab our stuffs because beenee sounded very angry.

but then bee nee sent another message. "chge plan. go my houz 1st.."

so calyn and i were like wtf. the bus stop was only 3 houses away from our place while bee nee lives quite far. she wanted us to go to her place and then patah balik to the bus stop?!
i called bee nee to ask her about it. she said it was because denise changed her mind about boarding the bus to tesco because takut sesat. so shes going to drive us there!
calyn and i were very happy to hear that. dont need to walk!
then we walked to bee nee's house. went into her room. saw that her stuffs were still strewn messily over her desk and her floor. no difference pun. ==

the weather was so damn terrible. so damn hot. and so damn dry. we went to eat at tesco food court. the three of them ordered tom yam claypot noodles. i ordered claypot chicken rice. finished it with bee nee's help. xD
we went to PEACE to buy our formal shirts. bee nee was so funny. it was stated that we could only wear light-coloured shirts when taking photo for the student id but bee nee's was gray in colour. one minute shes like, "dun care la. dun accept ma dun take pic la. thats all." and then she'll go, "wei can or not wan gray colour." lol! she was ongoing for the whole time we were at the shop.
i bought my shirt for rm32 while denise's was rm28. calyn was waiting for her mom to buy for her when she comes visit tomorrow. bee nee pulak keep hasut-ing us to buy the shirt like hers. =="
we also bought a loaf of gardenia bread, two carton of juice, packet drinks and a water bottle. after that we went to bee nee's house and 5 minutes later, calyn and i went back to our own house.
at night, we had dinner at Wing's Cottage Restaurant (nama punyala glamour). then we accompanied denise to buy a broom and a dust pan. she carried them while we walked all the way back. haha.

pictures! all aso backside photos. =="

denise's pink cow

bee nee looking angry. can see from the back of her head.

more backside pictures

backside lagi.

backside, backside.

im tired already. sighs.

KAMPAR APA.

2009-05-28T07:23:00.000-07:00

im beginning to believe that the Ox year really has it meaning. why??? because today is Bull- Day. calyn and i were supposed to wake up at 7.00 a.m, actually she had to wake up at 7 cos she takes too long to shower. bee nee woke up earlier than us on tuesday so today calyn and i konon-kononnya want to reach the bus stop before bee nee. we were very much on time. after bathing, i went to make milo and calyn onlined to check her student ID. it was 8 that time. 20 minutes to go before the bus arrived. so i pun sit on my bed and drank milo and ate sugar crackers. summore so much time to think which shoes to wear. so calyn switched on her laptop and the stupid Vista start-up melody pun keluar.

calyn: why is clock here showing 8.20 a.m?

me: O.O

calyn: ur clock correct anot wan??

me: i think i knew something was wrong with my clock. just didnt double check.

calyn: *checks watch* OMG! its ALREADY 8.22!!!

so damn kelam kabut! i threw my half-eaten cracker into the tupperware and put the milo in the fridge. then i faster2 wore my socks and grabbed my wallet, keys and handphone.
we ran to the door as fast as we could and quickly wore our shoes. calyn as usual, was taking too much time to tie her shoe laces! i felt like crying T.T
while she was struggling with her laces, i locked the door. but the key jammed. =="
so i have to WAIT for calyn to finish with her shoes so that she can help with the key.

"calyn, the key stuck d!"

at the same time, my senior housemate was coming down the stairs. i was still having trouble with the keyhole. it was a embarassing moment except we didnt have time for it!
the bus stop was just 3 houses away so we got there pretty fast. before we reached, i saw an indian girl sitting near the bus stop. she looked very calm.
so i thought, the bus must have not arrived yet! =)

malangnya....

when we were lengang2-ing, the bus has already stopped there and picking up passengers. calyn and i could only watch from afar. in dissapointment.
but we snapped out of it quickly.

calyn: oh it will stop at bus stop 2!

me: ok faster run! (bus stop 2 was like 20 houses away)

calyn: dowanlah u run la. my seluar wanna terlondeh d.

we past the rubbish truck. damn smelly.

me: calyn faster la!! *desperate*

calyn: dowan d la. we walk la. or u can go get ur bike. (not motorbike but bicycle)

me: errr... i dono leh. u msg bee nee first.

calyn: up to you la. go take la.

me: ok. then you walk first la.

so i started my journey back to my house and walked past the rubbish truck again. yuck.
then calyn called me.

calyn:ei song here got a lot of people leh. i think 2nd bus coming d.

song: at the bus stop zit?

calyn: yeah. faster cum la.

me: ok ok.

sighs. had to walk back again!
at least got 2nd bus and we dont need to walk to utar. so far ok.
i walked past the rubbish truck again. the workers gave me weird stares. =="
not long, calyn came to view. when i reached her, i was so exhausted!

calyn: the bus chao d. =(

and right at that time, we saw the stupid bus hummed past the security check. my jaw dropped to the pavement.

me: what the la... ^%%$@%&)_(_+(+_(*(&&%^^%$%#@!!!

calyn: come lets walk d la. takkan u wanna go take ur bike again meh.

me: *speechless*

i dont know why calyn was so high spirited to walk. utar was so freaking far! just thinking about the distance made me feel sour. but alas, what to do.
had to pretend to be enjoying the view of the lake. sighs.

20 minutes later, we reached Utar. we were one of the last to arrive. the Heritage Hall was already packed. people were there to listen about the ptptn loan. we scanned for bee nee and hui tin and we saw them at one of the last rows of seats. luckily there were two empty seats beside them. well, that was the first good thing that happened today. we went to sit with them and told them our ordeal. bee nee just laughed. =="

then at 9.45, the so-called assembly started. the head of DSA gave us info about ... well, DSA laaa. we were briefed about the societies; the non-course based ones and the course-based ones. we already knew about that through the freshman guidebook what. why were they wasting time repeating again..?? we want to know about the ptptn only. i wasnt paying attention to the DSA lady so i was surprised when some seniors burst into the hall and everyone started clapping. i lagi surprised when they lined up in a row and started inging "the more we get together, together, together... the more..." you know right that song? turns out they were from some volunteer group and were like 20 years old i think. the DSA lady referred them as "old students".
when the "old students" asked for volunteers to join them sing that very-merry song, less than 5 went out. pity them.
after that the teacher counsellor gave a speech. dont know why calyn and i started talking about pn halimatul. lol.
again we didnt pay attention to the speech-giver. boring betul. and besides, we didnt need the counsel!
but then again, maybe i do. is waking up every day plotting the murder of my housemates considered a psychology problem? hmmm.

hui tin's phone was an S.E phone.. i dont know which model. it was pink and had sequence all over it. kinda cute aso.

bee nee: the sequence u put urself wan rite.

hui tin: *smiles and nods politely*

me: how much ar?

bee nee: rm600

calyn and i: har so cheap?!

calyn: mine aso rm600 leh. *jealous*

me: mine rm800 leh! *but hui tin's phone looked nicer* *also jealous*

bee nee: .... my one is my dad's one. *no expression*

after the DSA briefing ended, suddenly this girl made an announcement over the mic. "THE BRIEFING ABOUT PTPTN LOAN IS ONLY FOR STUDENTS TAKING BUSSINESS AND FINANCE. FOUNDATION STUDENTS WILL BE BRIEFED ABOUT PTPTN LOAN NEXT YEAR. THE UNINVOLVED ONES PLEASE KINDLY LEAVE THE HALL."

i was like what the heck?? what the heck?? what the heck????? i almost died on my way to UTAR and see see we actually came for NOTHING?!
sighs.
we left the hall and took the lift to 2nd level because bee nee and hui tin wanted to check which tutorial group they're in. i was in group 8, calyn's in 10, bee nee's in 2 and hui tin's in group 4, which means none of us are in the same class unless our subjects clash.
bee nee was in the same group as lim joo gin. lol.

after that we took our timetables from the staffs and went to block D to wait for the bus. damn hot man. we planned to go tesco to buy formal attires and other necassary things. less than 10 boarded the bus. damn syok. xD
bee nee and hui tin went down earlier because their house was kinda far from the bus stop.

upon reaching home, we ate maggi and then hit the sack. very the mengantuk.
ground level(the level we're staying) had no MAXIS line! damn terrible. only when we woke up(at about 6 p.m) that we realised bee nee sent quite a number of messages which were left unreplied. hui tin went back home in setiawan so bee nee asked us to join her at her place. ours was house 1240, bee nee's is 1213. so we went to bee nee's house to teman her. together with denise and sanggari(beenee's housemate and who are both 20), we ordered delivery. sanggari is an ex-convent. she is our senior of two years.
sanggari and i ordered tom yam bee hoon. denise ordered tom yam maggi. while calyn and bee nee both ordered tom yam fried rice. yam yam!

the delivery took half an hour to sampai. no wonder free delivery. ==
the food wasnt too bad. it was just simply bad.
we watched the 7 pm show on 8tv. at 8 pm, we went out for an evening walk. more like a night walk actually because it was already dark. 8 pm what. duh.
i cycled while the 4 of them walked. we decided to check out the colourful walkway at the left end of the neighbourhood which leads to town. on the way, we talked random and getting-to-know-each-other stuffs. sanggari is taking accounts while denise is studying bussiness and finance. they're both new to kampar, like calyn and i were.

at the end of the walkway was the main road where its side were lined with rows and rows of shop houses. many people were cycling here and there. the street was also brightly lit by lamp posts. so we tak payah takut got flashers or hamsap people. promising that we'll go out to eat in town for dinner tomorrow, we patah balik and went back home.

p:s cycling is not too bad. im getting the hang of it. at least my ahem ahem doesnt hurt that much anymore.

nice leh my oscar bike. xD

=="

2009-05-26T05:36:00.000-07:00

sudah sampai Kampar, the Bicycle Land.

not supposed to.

2009-05-20T09:47:00.000-07:00

OK maybe i DO have something to blog about. the other night right, i tried to sleep but couldn't. my eyes were like opened clam shells. all i wanted to do was stare at the ceiling. i thought about the last time i couldnt sleep. hmmm... the one my brother kept shrieking weird Cantonese over his mp3?? erm nope, not that one.
so i gave it a little thought. what was bugging me? what was that little virus that took over my sub-consciousness and refrained me from sleeping?

a few brain-squeezing moments later, i finally figured out. that little 'virus' was memories. my past memories! my past NATIONAL SERVICE memories!
i couldnt sleep because at the back of my mind, i was wondering, in NS, how the heck can i hit the sack at 11.30 p.m while here i was now, struggling to subdue my eyes on my very own comfy bed at 3 a.m!
well, one thing led to another and i found mysef missing my whole NS experience.

the toilets. the stupid pool with yellow water. the stupid locker that can never shut properly. the tiring night duties. the food. the teachers.
oh teachers. one of the dude teachers has a mohawk.
which reminds me of another DUDE teacher, the K.J! (Ketua Jurulatih)
so the lake in my camp was polluted so we didnt do any water activities. we ended up going to Bkt. Merah (yes, swimming while clad in NS tees is ridiculous if you're wondering) . the evening before that, KJ was giving us some taklimat to get us prepped up for the big water-dipping day. my KJ has a huge sense of humour. he gets outta line sometimes but thats whats funny. some of his antics are as following.

KJ: jadi err, saya dah b'bincang ddn cikgu2 dan kita dh membuat keptusan bahawa kamu semua tidak dibenarkan memakai baju sendiri semasa di Bkt. Merah ye.

Wira&Wirawati: *groans*

KJ: wira tidak dibenarkan memakai seluar pendek atau baju sendiri. wirawati pun sama, nanti kalau pakai seksi2, saya plak yg xdpt berenang sbb sakit jantung tgk kamu ...

Another dude teacher is funny without trying. Lets call him cikgu M.N.

M.N: kamu semua tinggal je kerusi meja bersepah macam tu! x malu kah?! kamu semua jgn buat mcm rumah sendiri tau! sini ada peraturan! faham tak, wira & wirawati?!

wira: faham...

M.N: faham ke tak faham?!

wira: faham, cikgu!!!

M.N: wira dan wirawati, kamu marah ke kat cikgu? (he drags his voice)

wira & wirawati: *doubting*

M.N; wira dan wirawati, kamu marah ke kat cikgu??

wira & wirawati: tak...

M.N: WIRA DAN WIRAWATI, KAMU CKP BETUL2, KAMU MARAH KE KAT CIKGU!?

wira & wirawati: TAK!!!!!!!!!! *frust*

M.N: bagus.

Tan went to F6. Amalina is pursuing Chemical Engineering under PETRONAS and Fajar's on her way to UITM. others, i have no idea. but Peah did mention about wanting to get married to her bf as soon as possible. for some reasons i dont think appropriate to be mentioned. haha.
speaking of Peah, i did something for her that i never did for anyone before. i plucked ONE of her armpit hair cos she asked me to it. that also i 'terkepitkan' her bulu ketiak with that what do you call that... tweezers??
i still remember when it happened, "EI SAKITLAH BODOH BABI!" then she smiled and said, "song, kau tak tau buatlah. x pernah cabut bulu ketiak ke?"

geez.

chocolates.

2009-05-20T09:16:00.000-07:00

i know i dont blog much about my personal life lately. theres nothing to say. three days from now i'll be on my way to kampar to pursue my degree in mass communication. its sad, really. im just getting used to my living style right now.

heres a quick example of what i do on a regular basis.

basically, my life starts between 12 a.m-1 a.m.

12 a.m- online.

3.30 a.m- hit the sack

11 a.m- wake up

note: my dad nags if i skip breakfast. so i force myself awake, get downstairs, show him my face, make a cuppa milo(and get him to notice that, too), get back upstairs, finish my Milo and 10 mins later, tido balik.

11.05 a.m- have a hard time prying eyes open

11.10 a.m- brush teeth, get downstairs

11.11 a.m- buat milo

11.15 a.m- watch tv with unseeing eyes(usually RachaelRay Show or The Martha Stewart Show), finish milo

11.20 a.m- tido balik

1.35 p.m - bangun

1. 40 p.m- watches HK series

2.25 p.m- on9

4p.m- afternoon nap

7 p.m- wake up and have dinner

7.30 p.m- mandi (sometimes x buat pun)

8.30 p.m- watch TV/movie

12 a.m- online!

itulah pattern kehidupanku for these few months. the patterns change at times. but only the sleeping patterns. thats all. told you ive nothing to blog about.

girls + star trek = ??

2009-05-18T09:00:00.001-07:00

subjects: me, calyn, sop, chin, khong, chuah, yeap, jivi, afiqah, reena, dash, bee nee, mag.

WHEN GIRL FRIENDS GO OUT FOR A MOVIE...

1) "Up to You" and "You decide" are favourite choices of words when it comes to choosing which movie to watch. But when you voice out a suggestion that everybody else secretly disagree, you are ignored :)

[ at the ticket counter ]

chin: wanna watch what?

some of us: star trek or angels & demons?

chin: lets watch angels & demons!

us: *silence*

5 mins later...

calyn: ok... bought tickets d.

chin: watch what?!

calyn: star trek.

2) We tend to ask for unnescary things.

[ in the cineplex ]

afiqah: reena, nak chewing gum!

reena: saya ada satu saja.

*silence*

afiqah: reena, nak chewing gum!

reena: saya ada satu saja.

*back to silence*

-----

3) The main actor MUST be good looking.

me: he has blue eyes!

chin: yeah yeah, i was thinking the same thing! *squeals*

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4) We see the hair first.

me: why everyone botak wan?

chin: yalo... fashion?!

me: NS people...

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5) We tend to get confused when it comes to sci-fi movies, a genre that is usually preferred by the opposite sex.

*this is when the "future" spock appeared*

sophia: is that... SPOCK'S FATHER?!

me: the grandfather la...

chin: ei hensem ar that george.

me: yeah, but the son more hensem!

chin: the son? i thought the son very ugly?!

me: huh? since when?

chin: the son is not spock meh???

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6) We cant focus on the movie.

me: *slaps reena's back* .. kazen, why are u hugging urself like that?

reena: cold la.... :(

me: cold? how come? i thought you got a lotta bulus??

reena: oh i shaved adi, seee? *beams*

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7) We tend to get emotional.

sophia: the father going to die ar wei? wei wei dun la wei... so pity eh...

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I dont know how true they are but this is really what happens everytime my friends and i get together.

Memang tak boleh duduk diam...

eeeee-mail.

2009-05-15T09:02:00.000-07:00

im posting this to find out if any one of you received a similar email message.

recently, i received an odd email message from a roselin desmond.

anyway, here's what she wrote:

HELLO

Compliments of the day to you.I am Roselin by name I am single however how are you,hope you are fine I went through your profile and i read it and took intersest in it,if you don't mind i will love to know you much better , please i will like you to send me a mail on my private email (roselin4u_9@yahoo.com) included,so that i will tell you all you needs to know about me and a picture of myself.i do believe distance and colour will not be a barear between us,hoping to read from you,thanks and God bless .Best Regard, Roselin.

and my reply to her:

are u like a lesbian or smtg? cos im a girl. wtf. =="

and today, she replied with this long message telling how she's a refugee and her mum got killed and something about reverend. *sighs*

keep reading.

DAEREST ONE

firstly I thank you for your reaction to mine email; Enline with the message, which I have sent to you.How was your night over there in your country,i believe you had a nice night and that the arthmosphere over there in your country is very nice today? Mine is a little bit warm over here in Dakar Senegal.My name is Roselin Desmond i am (24) but age doesn't matter in a real relationship, so i am confortable with your age,I am from Rwanda in East Africa ,5.4ft tall, light in complexion single,(never married ) and presently i am residing here in Dakar as a result of the civil war that was fought in my country some years ago.My late father Dr Philip Desmond; was a politician and the managing director of a Gold & Mine Ind in Kigali (the capital of Rwanda) before the rebels attacked our house one early morning and killed my mother and my father in cold blood.It was only me that is alive now and I managed to make my way to a near by country Senegal where i am leaving now as a refugee under a Reverend-Pastor's care and i am using his computer to send these message to you.I would like to know more about you. Your likes and dislikes,PLAESE Do to not be offended for this message that come;s from me please, fair which to me obliged to put simple trust on you due to my situation here as the refugee and I shall demand most your conscientiousness after yours to know about me, I shall really grow fond we to have good inspite attitudes therefore I have this as a trust which i belive that you can not betray it at the end. I have communicated you because of my difficaute situation here in this refugees camp;Its just like one staying in the prison and i hope by Gods grace i will come out here soon. i don't have any relatives now whom i can go to all my relatives ran away in the middle of the war the only person i have now is Rev- partric Devine,who is the pastor of the (CHRIST DE SAVIORMISSION) here in the camp he has been very nice to me since i came here but i am not living with him rather i am leaving in the women's hostel because the camp have two hostels one for men the other for women. The Pastors Tel number is (+221 76 7414 046) if you call and tell him that you want to speak with me he will send for me in the hostel.As a refugee here i don't have any right or privilledge to any thing be it money or whatever because it is against the law of this country.My love I want to go back to my studies because i only attended my first year before the traggic incident that lead to my being in this situation now took place. Please listen to this(please it's a secret,even no one knows about it ecept the Reverend that knows about it),i have my late father's statement of account and death certificate here with me which i will send to you latter,because when he was alive he deposited some amount of money in a leading Foreign bank which he used my name as the next of kin,the amount in question is $6.7(Six Million Seven Hundred Thousand USDollars).So i will like you to help me transfer this money to your account and from it you can send some money for me to get my travelling documents and air ticket to come over to meet with you.I kept this secret to people in the camp here the only person that knows about it is the Reverend because he is like a father to me.So in the light of above i will like you to keep it to yourself and don't tell it to anyone for i am afraid of loosing my life and the money if people gets to know about it. Remember i am giving you all this information due to the trust i deposed on you.I like honest and understanding people,truthful and a man of vision,hardworking and GOD fearing people.My favourite language is english but our language is french but i speak english very fluently.Meanwhile i will like you to call me like i said i have alot to tell you Attached here is my picture.I will send you more in my next mail.Have a nice day and think about me.Awaiting to hear from you soonest.Yours in love,Miss Roselin

bet you only read the first few lines and the last few lines huh? cos i did the same. if you ask me, i think the real issue here is between her and the reverend. *coughs*

i didn't reply her after that. she sounds creepier by each message.

and she sent me her picture, or somebody else's. *shrugs*

now im praying for the life of roselin demund.

BULL!!!

i bag you.

2009-04-13T09:58:00.000-07:00

i wanted a bag to bring along to genting and didnt bother to ask mum to get me a new one just for that two-days trip.
so i tried looking into drawers where mom stowed the bags away. i opened them up, and yeah-whaddaya-know, there were bags!
like, lots of them, and some i havent even seen before. paper bags, handbags, bags, bags, bags, bags, bags..., well, you get the idea.

on to the photos. took only some.
(took em' with an apek 1.3MEGAPIXEL camera phone. sorry if you have astigmatism or rabun jauh/dekat/ayam/kambing/cicak)

1) mini adidas bag

dad bought me this when he had kursus in singapore. i never had the chance to use it because it was too small, can only keep things the size of a kotex. so it ended up as a white elephant. it cost rm18 so dad got a good shelling from mom.

2)love-star-heart bag

the name says it all. but i think it's better off as a dress. this is moe the sweet teddy, by the way. he comes alive at night to eat lizards.

3) very old pouch
honestly, ive no idea how to describe this pouch-purse thing. looks a bit like an oyster dont u tink?

and yes, lubang-lubang itu untuk tujuan ape?

very ancient indeed.

4) bag biasa beg biasa yang agak berkedut

5)pink-bling
seperti yang anda nampak, beg ini agak bersilau-silau. ditambahkan pulak dengan warnanya yang striking dan boleh di-detect retina manusia sejauh 100 kilometer, beg ini berpotensi menjadi lampu trafik generasi baru.

beg pink-bling dari sudut pandangan lain.

6)vintage

i like how its made of jeans. the cover of one of my diaries are made of this material as well. nicee.

new generation. hmmm... pretty contradicting.

7) open-up bag

its like something out of doraemon's pocket. fairly interesting.

8) beg kambing biri-biri

its made of wool. very comfy. if your belongings can talk, they'd thank you.

9) gigantic handphone pouch

no, not really. unless you have dinosaur phones the size of pck's boots. i like these the most. touched them so much, i felt like a bag molester.

wooly bags.

ive also deviced a way to make em' more useful;
BEANIES!

well in this case;
BAGNIES!

this is me wearing the gray bag, looking very happy.
:)

this is me looking very unhappy with the pink bag.

and this is me melebih-lebih.
:p

10) beg-baju

mcm ala bohemian pulak dah. boleh dipakaikan pada anak kecil jika ada.

... before mom arrived from work, i kept the bags nicely just like they were before. she doesnt know i like to korek her old stuffs and i dont think she'd appreciate my hobby so its gonna be a secret until she no longer holds power on my allowance. xD

well this sums up one thing about me;
i go crazy over old things! well err, except things like leftover food and old people.

p:s just remembered my mom keeps this collection of 20-30 key chains. will blog about them when im the moooood.

till next time, saya, song sook kin, melaporkan untuk teevee tujuh.

secebis hidupku yg skema habis

2009-04-09T09:24:00.000-07:00

hari ini saya tidak berbuat apa-apa kecuali bertandang dari sofa ke sofa. mak marah sebab tidak lipat balik selimut dia selepas guna. tapi dia tidak mengerti yang saya akan guna semula lepas makan tengahari.
tak makan breakfast hari ini. nasib baik nenek tak marah mee rebus dibazirkan.

jadual saya pada hari ini.

11.3o-bangun

11.35-tido balik

11.45-menguap

11.46-betul2 bangun

11.47-tengok tv; martha stewart

12.00-on9, check blog

1.30-lunch+sitcom cina

2.30-citer singapore

2.45-tunggu ayah balik nk tanya boleh gi genting x

2.50-dah mengantuk balik

2.55-naik katil n selimutkan badan

2.56-sms ayah tanya

3.o2-ayah call n gitau balik abru bincang

3.03-hati terloncat2 kegembiraan tp dicontrol

3.20-tido

and then saya bangun pukul 7 and pastu makan. after that, saya online sekejap sampai pukul 9.33. masuk blik mak tgk american idol. ayah cakap boleh pergi genting. GEMBIRA SIOT!!!
lepas american idol, online balik.

at least something exciting happened today. i got dad's permission to lepak at genting!! yey yey!

life's like ear wax.

2009-04-08T07:24:00.001-07:00

celik celik mata sudah 3 bulan berlalu... seems like yesterday when I was still in the national service. godddd, what a life there. if you considered that a life. sheesh.
ive just recalled what i did the whole day today. and i can summarise it in one word: nothing.
you see, i woke up at 10 something, switched on the computer and stuffed bread into my mouth. then around 11.30, i made milo and went upstairs to mom's room to watch rachaelray's talkshow and i lied on bed until 1.30 p.m. then i had stomach cramps and mom didn't care. that was great.

moving on, at 1.30, i watched an old chinese sitcom where most of the older actors and actresses are already six feet below by 2009. it was a nice sitcom though. on a random note, "sit" and "com". i wonder where's the relation. unless you meant the computer which would be weird cos that's nothing to do with the television. hmm.

i went down to have lunch at 2.30 and after that, i played with my rabbits. as in, really those fluffy, wooly creatures with long ears sticking out of their scalps? no literal-figurative meaning for that. seriously. i have three by the way. the small ones are grey and white. the big one is black. and mean. she likes to bite. mom says she's teething. got such thing wan meh?
at 3 something something, i went to take a loooong nap which lasted till 7 p.m. took me a huge effort to get outta bed to have dinner.

7 smtg smtg- bathe.

8-watch mean girls

8.30-watch pck sdn.bhd

9.0-watch singapore's 'incredible tales'

9.30-continue with mean girls.

and now at 10 smtg smtg, im here. and it's the same cycle for tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. when will it end?

shakespeare punya
life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
that strets and frets its hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more, it is a tale,
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury.

but... signifying nothing.

song punya
life's like autumn
we watch the leaves fall... fall... fall... fall..
then the other season comes,
and it all signifies nothing.

my first poem published online! great right? yupppp.

p:s: tan wei ling, you better fix that virus on ur msn. it's the sixth time you're asking me to see you naked on webcam. godddddd.

You Have To Be Colour Blind When It Comes To Love-Mahesh Talentime

2009-04-07T07:21:00.000-07:00

A few days after Yasmin Ahmad's 'Talentime' premiered on 26th March, Calyn, Lylyn and I decided since it was our 'yg dinanti-nantikan' movie, we finally went to watch it at Lotus Five Cinema, Taiping Sentral punya. When I told my mom that I was planning to watch Talentime, she reacted by saying, "Malay movie? Why do you want to watch a Malay movie?Waste money laaaaa". I answered simply, "Why not? You liked Sepet what." In my heart i was like thinking, Malay movie.. so?? so?? soooooo??????????????????????????????????? sooooooooooooooooooooo???????????????????

Ahem.

Since it was a school day, satu haprak student pun tarak kat situ except for a few MRSM students who are most probably taking a sem break or something(x tau la got MRSM got se breaks or not, i budak convent je). And judging that they were Malays, one'd be expecting that they are most definitely heading for 'Talentime' but because they entered the cineplex earlier than us, the movie they had wanted to watch had to be either 'Fast and Furious 4' or 'The Shinjuku Incident'.

Fulamak.

So at around 2.30, we went to buy the tickets(Dont even need to queue up, so syok xD). There was this chubby Indian woman at the counter, looking very beh-syok with us, God-knows why. I refrained myself from shoving popcorns up her nostrils.
I forgot how our conversation proceeded, but I guess it was something like this.

AIW: Angry Indian Woman
Us: Calyn, Lylyn and I.

AIW: Movie apa? *more focused on the computer screen than on us*

Us : Err, Talentime. *see what's so interesting on screen*

AIW: *wtf u staring at my screen buat apa* nanti saya check.. berapa orang?

Us : Three.

AIW: *wtf u speaking speaking ngan saya* Talentime arrr??(she was giving us this sotong look that says 'watchmen, don't rogol sayaaaaa..') Talentime is a Malay show you know?

Us: *Bingung*.. Yeah we know..? *wtf this makcik Bollywood mari kah?ni malaysia la*

AIW: Ok r.. Talentime r.. *u tgk tu movie pastu masuk islam baru tau r..* =="

She didn't tell us that of course. Those '*' thingie are what we assumed she was thinking at that time. Okay exclude the watchmen-rogol-saya part. Anyway, my point is, I don't understand why is it so hard for people to chew, swallow and digest the fact that there are non-Melayu citizens who watch Melayu-bikin-punya movie. Apa salahnye?? Unless that AIW don't want bussiness then that's fine la.( But don't blame me kalau cinema lingkup and ppl mcm AIW have to go work as mascots for McDonald's or Kentucky Fried Chicken). I'm not trying to make AIW sound bad but her service was evidently unsatisfactory.

Surprisingly, there were only 7 people watching Talentime that day. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because the number of people watching had decreaed over the days since it was first premiered. Or maybe it was a school day at that time. Either way, we seven lucky people had some great laughs that day. And what's ironic was that there were Malays and Indians watching along us threesome that day(bukan threesome itu harr.. mind you). There was this Indian auntie who watched with her son(who was carrying a handbag, one thing that still puzzled me on why) and these two Malay ladies. I wonder whether AIW had said the same thing to the Indian auntie when she was purchasing tickets.

As expected, Yasmin Ahmad's latest movie did not dissapoint us. All in all, we were entertained by endless humour from the movie and I agree that there certain messages in it that all Malaysians should learn. I don't want to do a spoiler so I will not elaborate banyak-banyak. If you want to know more, go and watch yourself.

Swaying abit off topic, I was surprised when mom commented on my current favourite song. Why surprised? Because. When I turned on the speakers at full blast with Malay, Japanese, Korean and even some strange rap music that sound like sheeps constipating, nobody would comment about it.

BUT.

When I turned on 'O RE PIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.....' by Rahat Fateh ALi Khan if I'm not mistaken, a somewhat Bollywood song I discovered from Talentime, everyone in the family gave me a sotong look.

O Re Piya. It means, "O Beloved". Maybe if someone would have sung that to AIW, she wouldn't have that 'A' in her 'IW.'

pissed

2009-03-12T07:21:00.000-07:00

so i got my spm results. it's pretty bad.

i broke down in school. friends looked. parents stared. i kept crying while a friend was fumbling to hug me. to comfort me.
but why the fcuk's the f1's and f2's standing there trying to peek at my result slip?!

im a good person. im a good student. im a good buddhist. so im not gonna mention any names here. *pissed* actually, there's this particular junior whom ive disliked since she enrolled into form 1.
shes egoisitic.
and she thinks she's so oh-so-popular. what the hell. so what if you're tall? you're a fcuking idiot.
so i dont know how she saw my result but she did. maybe cos' she's tall enough to intai. fcuk.

then she started spreading it to her friends, like it's even something worth to be talked about. so what la if you're smart? you're still a piss-head. *cant stop cursing*. i tell u la.. if i see u in school and beh tong see your fucking clown face, then i'm gonna go over and give you a piece of my mind.

watch out.

till then, so long.

2009-02-03T07:37:00.000-08:00

what i have to say about NS -Nice Shit.

pretty contradicting i would say. shit isn't nice. everyone knows that. but that's the closest thing i could think of. and i'm sure you NS-ians get what i mean. i think.

my frens who did not make it to NS thinks it's all fun and no work. but the truth is, it can be easily described as 'something close to hell' at times. one thing is we have to get up at 6, and the malays, at 5.30 so that they can go for their prayers and be on time to get into the barisan. the first few days i was there, i was stupid enough to make it a point to get up at 5 in the morning so that i need not rebut toilets with the others. i remember there was once there was no water supply in the dorm toilet, i woke my friend up at 5 to to have her accompany me to a creepy toilet that was not very far because water was available there. even though it was not that far from our dorm, now that i think of it, how did we even find the nerve to be inside that toilet alone for 20 minutes?

crazy. craziness that was build up knowing that i'll be far from civilisation for 3 months contributed to that.

and i'm too lazy to wash my clothes unoe. and i hate having cold showers. i had to brave myself to bathe in ice-cold water during a flood in my camp because i was literally rotting. don't get me wrong, i was perfectly fragrant. but my attire wasn't. :) the solution? i showered my hair first. after the shampoos are all gone, i bathe my hands and legs. it's like my body parts are taking turns to bathe. haha. now that im typing this out, i feel idiotic :p

oh and my camp (selama camp) is famous for its floods. there's been 2 flood occurences here. the first was when a boy slipped into the 1.5-metre longkang and went into coma because of lung infection after consuming toxic water while underwater for 5-6 seconds. you should have read about it. it was in the papers for a couple of days. for us girls, dorm g was flooded by a mere half an inch but otherwise, the rest of us was safe. i feel guilty thinking about the fate of the boy who almost drowned to death because i actually enjoyed experiencing my first flood. my friend and i even folded a paper boat and we watched it 'sailed'. we even video-ed the whole thing. we thought it was exciting, unaware that not far from us, an individul was struggling to survive. the naiveity we portayed during that time was evidently at the wrong place and at the wrong time.

everything is wrong when involves somebody's life. it's like we're throwing food away in front of kwashiokor-infected african children and like when we drink coke and eat biscuit in front of a friend who has sore throat.

the food? the food can sometimes kill. but when we starve, we have no complaints. oh and speaking of complaints, i need to point something out. i was once annoyed by the chinese wiras, because during kelas kerohanian, they keep complaining to the lecturer about the bad food in ns. but look at what we have during recess? a bunch of cookie monsters.
you know how cookie monster eats his cookies right?
i shall not elaborate further about cookie monster.
the guys don't do that now. i guess they're getting used to the food in camp. i admit, i have my fair share of complaints too, but not to the extend that i dissed every mak neneks of national service.

anyway, i hate the queing up part. i have this friend, fajar, who is an expert in cutting queues during meals. first she'd be in front of me and the next thing, she'd be way ahead in line. and i don't know how she washes her tray so quickly. she's always the one who has to wait for me because she's so much quicker in doing the dishes. we always like to outdo each other to see whose faster in doing so. i lose most of the time. obviously. she's like the homemaker in her family cos she's the oldest. im like the laziest person at home. lazier than the sloth guy in ice age.
i have this another friend, raihan, who's practically the second funniest person i've met in camp, mainly because she doesn't know she's funny. she's from selangor and has always been chronically homesick.
she told me on the first night being in camp, she cried to sleep on her towel-covered pillow. i burst out laughing hearing that. im not sure why it's funny though. maybe it's because the thought of her thinking to herself,
"saya rasa nak nangisla tp takut bantal basah. baik saya cover ngan towel dulu." ..got me thinking that it's humorous!

i feel mean. (reahn, klau ang tgh bc ni.. aq xsngja nk wt ang trasa taw! ni fiction semta-mata! )

poor girl, raihan. she's always sad. altho, lately she's been eating alot. that's a sign of happiness, right? and she doesn't cry herself to sleep anymore. nor does she cries her self to awake.
ahhh... im making no sense.
the FUNNIEST person award has to go to rafidah. we call her 'peah'. peah is the coolest person ever. she always has bags under her eyes. it has nothing to do with her having insufficent sleep. her eyes automatically came with bags.
haha.
whether she feels pissed or happy, her eyes stay the way they are. you know some people when they get angry, their eyes bulge out like golf balls? well, peah's eyes don't. they just stay in their eyeplugs, oblivious to their owner's emotion. she likes to shout but that's only the way she talks. in a nutshell, she's decent. :)

this is getting old. im out for now!

:)

2009-01-23T18:05:00.000-08:00

i'm back for CNY but even after so long, i'm still having writer's block. well, writer's block in a way that I can't pick out the correct words to form a sentence. >.<" so far, it's been OK for me in camp tegas mesra, selama. we've had our yearly sukan Carnival and it's still ongoing for our Character Building classes. sometimes I really hate being in NS because it feels like I'm in the middle of nowhere(my camp is situated in the middle of a forest)and a zillion miles away from civilisation. take myself for example. I've turned from an ordinary Taiping girl who's fairly cyber-savvy into manusia zaman paleolitik.

before
nama: song sook kin
asal: taiping
hobby: melayari internet, SMS dan menonton television.

after
nama: song sook kin
asal: taiping
hobby: basuh pinggan dan cuci seluar dalam.

of course washing underwears is not anyone's ideal hobby, with the exception of paleolitik-ians, but if that's what you do for leisure, it definitely means something right??

HAHA
enough about the bad-NS crap and on to the good-NS shit. :)

obviously the best thing about NS is the people we can meet through camp. i'm lucky because my camp friends are great people. most of them are from Kelatan and I've heard from someone that 7 buses from Kelantan came to this Selama Camp where i'm chucked to. i've a lot of things to write about my camp but i can't tell everything at one go because that would be give me brain damage. i've imaginary spasam when i over-excite myself. Hehe.

off to my first topic. friends. i'm going to talk about my camp friends. their personalities vary like the colours of a rainbow. :)

fajrol hikmah bt. mohd Lazim (fajar)
she was the first person to talk me when i stepped into the dorm on the first day. "katil no. apa?" she asked me politely. :)
she likes to jalan lenggang-style and i would tease her for that. haha. what else can i say about fajar? oh when she laughs, she covers her mouth. so mannerly huh. she's one of my close friends at dorm and she likes to sleep. she always have bags under her eyes. no one can figure out whether it's due to her not having enough sleep or having too much sleep. haha.

tan hui rou (tan)
she's the second person who talked to me. in mandarin. a language which is supposed to be close at heart but instead it's alien to me. she said she doesnt prefer speaking english with me because she isn't good in it. but boleh tahan what her eng. it's just that she's no confidence. :)
besides that, very often, tan would create words of her own. my friends and i realised that the first time she made a slip of the tongue.

*lunch time
tan: tadi saya makan ikan. ikan sekat kat kerongkong. saya rasa sungguh pereksa.

this is the time when you hear the recorder screeches.

i was thinking, 'pereksa? it's that kelantanese?'
it took us 5 minutes to figure out what exactly tan was trying to say. turns out it was 'seksa' instead of 'pereksa'. if fajar's god-given talent is the ability to cut queues during lunch, tan's must be her ability to twist ordinary words into something that sounds creative. good what. proves that her right brain works well :)

we shall call them TAN'S TERMS!

1) mana kita punya bendahari? (bendera)
2) cikgu itu sungguh celaka! (kelakar)

nevertheless, tan is a really good friend. we'd wait for each other when showering because the dorm would be empty with the malays who went to pray at the surau. since among us close friends, there's only she and i who's chinese, we'd also go to kelas kerohanian buddha together and when we have secrets, we converse in mandarin. me in broken mandarin of course. :)

nur amalina bt. azmi (amal)
she's my closest friend in dorm. the first time we met, we hit it right away. she likes to laugh. and i like to make her laugh. :) amal is a very good friend. she's a good listener. whenever i've something to say, she'd be the first person to show interest. she waits for me when i'm the last to fin my meal even though it means she'll be late for her prayers. we'd sing BLUE's songs when we miss home and we'd compete to get the highest score for the 'snake game' in my phone. we'd beat each other as in kicking and punching the crap out of one another when we feel under the weather. others call us crazy but to me, it's one of those unexplainable bonds unoe. sometimes i hate her when she's nuts. she has this 'sewel' side within herself and sometimes it gets so overwhelming that i malas want to layan her. haha.

yesterday was her last day in camp because she's going to kuala nerang to study on feb 15. so you can guess the atmosphere of my dorm yesterday. she's the only one who's not coming back to camp after the CNY holidays. well amal, all the best in anything you do. we SHARKS are born to achieve, rmbr? :)

that's all for my post this time. if you're wondering what's SHARKS, i'll talk about it later. and if you're wondering why this post doesn't seem to sound like me, well it's because my cousin is sitting next to me singing an awkward rendition of 'stolen' by dashboard confessionals >.<"

Thanks kakak! :)

2008-11-15T03:18:00.000-08:00

Thanks, AHEM AHEM!

For the BORAT DVD you mailed me!

thought it was just a comedy movie with a

little

touch

crudeness.

didn't know what

YOU'VE

got me into

until the show

opens up

with this

Kazahkztan

guy

telling

the camera,

"My name-a Borat."

"I like sex."

"It is nice."

LOL!

Anyway,

haven't watched

the

whole

thing yet.

BUT

I know I'm gonna enjoy it

when

do.

LOL!

RE: C.REN'S POST-The Boy I Boxed

2008-11-03T01:12:00.000-08:00

Since C.Ren was so opened about his bitch-slapping a girl during smart readers, I also don't mind relating an incident that has happened as far back as 8 years ago.

I was only 9 years old.

A puny, scrawny little 9 years old.

I remember it was the bus ride home. There was this boy, a real brat. He was either from St.George or Hua Lian. But I'm guessing it's Hua Lian because he was mandaring speaking.

He was the bully of the bus, the 'Ketua' so feared that no one would dare say anything against him.

So it happened when the bus came to a halt at the traffic light. I was traipsing along the bus, back and forth, lost in thoughts and in my own world... when suddenly, the boy stopped me from walking and pointed to an ah ne ne on a bike which stopped next to our bus and muttered the FIVE words that will soon make him regret,

"Your husband. Ha. Ha.Ha."

Perhaps it was the prospect of knowing that he didn't think I deserve a better-looking husband that got me really pissed.

BUT.

I was calm. I was one with the Buddha.

I loved Peace.

In return, I pointed to a little Indian girl at the back of the bus and giggled, "Your wife."

That got him really crazy.

He wasn't calm. He wasn't one with the Buddha at all!

"What?!"

He lunged towards me and grabbed my neck. I swore he would have wringed my neck dry if his fingers were bigger!

I was praying so hard that the bus driver would realise the commotion and stop the boy and maybe then send him to Pusat Serenti and let the Banghala uncles whack his buttocks until they open up beautifully like tao hua.

But NO...

That cilaka uncle didn't hear a single thing!

So I don't know what happened lah, but something snapped in me. Suddenly it was like a scene in the movies like when Spiderman realises he had super powers.

OK, that sounded weird, but that's the closest thing I can't think of for comparison. LOL.

I pushed him with all my might and he stumbled backwards like an bufallo with three feet. Honestly, I would have started my victory dance but then he got back in track started to fight back at me.

And you know what??

He actually punched and kicked me.

ME, a tiny little nine years old girl who was still obsessed with Power Rangers at that time.

My first automatic respond was to punch him back lah of course!
It was a very brutal battle of the sexes, portrayed by two primary school-goers.

We wrestled from one end of the bus to the other and some kakaks did nothing but smiled prettily at me. At that time, I knew no one could save me but myself.

SO I BOXED HIS FACE!

... and even made him cry!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

After that, the boy and I never looked at each other the same way again. I never told my parents about it and I don't think he would have wanted to tell anyone either. LOL.

One last thing I would like to say to The Boy I Boxed,

YOU HAD BAD BODY ODOUR!... go run crying to your mummy and ask for something called deodorant!

p:s if you're wondering, I no longer practice my kung fu on others. so pls don't come and attack me just to see how hard i box people. LOL.

Reverse Psychology

2008-11-01T08:08:00.000-07:00

You know those toothpaste advertisements where it starts off with a man with unbelievably white teeth explaining to the audiences how his dentish recommend him to use so on and so forth toothpaste?

Where the "actors" and "actresses" of the advertisements always look good?

With a nice set of unbeliavably white teeth that shines even brighter than your Kiwi-cleaned toilet bowl?

Yeah, it's one of those phony little advertisements, alright.

So why on Earth do they choose these type of seemingly "perfect" people to appear in advertisements? Do they ever wonder what kind of impression they are protraying to the audiences?

Instead of "Wow, he has incredibly nice teeth. I really should get my lazy ass off the couch and rush to Tesco along with the other hundreds of people who are just as mesmerised as me about his unbelievably bright teeth which shines even brighter than my grandma's toilet bowl to buy that xxx toothpaste."

They'd go,

"What did he use? Some bloody miracle bleach?"

It might have worked last time, but just wondering what about now?
Instead of using dentists or celebraties or good-looking people with good-looking teeth to advertise toothpaste, why not do it the other way?

For example;

"If you don't wanna look like this in 3 years time, use Colgate which provides 12 hours of protection to your teeth and destroys plague from time to time. And by the way, I'm constipating. That's what happen when you devour 9 boxes of chocolates at one go. You teeth gets rotten and you'll f**king constipate."

Colgate, now available in Tesco, Coco and Loco worldwide.

*while stocks last.

Wouldn't it be better? For one thing, it will definitely capture one's eye when the ad is viewed.

Right?

Cat Gone Days.

2008-10-27T04:52:00.000-07:00

My mom... RAN INTO A CAT YESTERDAY!!!

Ey, wrong grammar! Lol. Imagine my mom ran into a cat yesterday.

"Hello, Mr.Cat, nice tail."

"Hello, Mrs. Song, nice eyebrows."

I STAND CORRECTED lah, ok bo? (and my mom's eyebrows not nice la. almost botak. hehe)

It is actually,

My mom ...RAN OVER A CAT YESTERDAY!!!

Can you believe that?? My mommy is a murderer. *shakes head*

It started like this. My auntie called and said, "Come let's go Sentral watch High School Musical."

My mom, (eating keropok that time) answered gruffly. "Don't want lah.. what's so nice about that show?"

"Then let's go shopping lah. My house is running out of rice."

"You sendiri pi la ha."

"Let's go la."

"Aiyo. Fine, fine, but I will only drop you there ha. I won't go walk with you all. Lazy lar."

So mahu tak mahu, my mom got ready to go to my auntie's house and feeling extremely bored, I tagged along just to see what's new in Sentral.

So when we were almost reaching, my mom turned into a small road that leads to my auntie's house. I saw a cat hiding among the bushes but it was static so I didn't said anything to warn my mom about its presense.

Yakking away about the safety of driving as I had just recently got my L license, she did not realise the cat and I did not inform her given the circumstances. I thought the cat won't budge. I thought it would just stay there until mom drives past it safely.

But nooooo,

Right at that moment, as my mom's car approached, the cat must be thinking,

"I want to be Super Cat and fly over the car when it comes."

Mommy couldn't stop her car in time and BAM! The poor thing was severed at the neck. It died instantly.

I guess the cat got its wish now, flying up to heaven. Luckily, it didn't look like the typical road kill. Later that night, when my dad drove along the same road, we told him about the car which was still lying there. He caught us by surprise when he said,

"I thought it was sleeping."

On the other hand, my mom seemed to be stewing in her guilt. Her anxiety is evident whenever someone mentions the word "C-A-T".

Auntie: That poor thing. Why didn't you watch where you are going?
Mom: I didn't do it on purpose. It suddenly ran across the street without warning!

Second auntie: Tsk tsk. How could you do that to the helpless little creature?
Mom: I didn't do it on purpose. It suddenly ran across the street without warning!

Me: Mom, look at that cat. So cute ha.
Mom: I didn't do it on purpose. It suddenly ran across the street without warning!

Dad: So it is kangkung with sambal belacan and udang asam?
Mom: I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE! IT SUDDENLY RAN ACROSS THE STREET WITHOUT
WARNING!!

I'm even feeling sorry for myself that the incident happened.

It was the first time I became the prime witness of such despicable horror. That poor cat must have had a family of cats waiting for it to come home. It's ah ma, ah pa, ah kong, ah poh and a whole litter of kittens! So sad.

So how come people say cat has NINE LIVES?

My auntie's answer: It must have been his last one lah, ah bor.

AKU MEMBANTAH!

2008-10-19T01:17:00.000-07:00

There was addmaths exam in tuition today. I didn't even did much brain-squeezing because I copied Khong's one all the way. Okay maybe not all the way. I could have gotten correct for the simultaneous equation and vectors question. And maybe the index number part. Aside from those... *crosses fingers*. Ahhhh to hell with it laaa...

Everytime I'm in the exam hall, scared-stiff and in the prospect of almost peeing in my uniform, I started to think about the forefathers of examinations.

Yes, the Forefathers of Examination. I thank the great men and women who chalked up the idea to make schools exam-oriented because only through that, we can identify the "gems" that will grow up to be just like Albert Einstein. Genius. Highly-regarded. Greatly respected. Eccentric. Nuts. Bald.

I wonder how they started the examination idea.

Teacher 1: I think Benjamin is a brighter student.

Teacher 2: Eh? How you know?

Teacher 1: He has bright blue eyes.

Teacher 2: WTF?? What's the friggin' connection??

Teacher 1: Yalah, brighter eyes means can reflect more light inside the eye ma. It means the student is quicker to attend to questions and is able to obtain answers in a faster rate lo.

Teacher 2: I don't believe. I think Ah Ngau is cleverer.

Teacher 1: Why so?

Teacher 2: He has black eyes. Can absorb more light. *sneers*

Teacher 1: Bullshit! Let's give them an exam and see whose smarter!

Of course this wasn't how exams started. But I'm sure it was as ridiciolous as how I pictured it to be.

I know it's unfair for me to express hate against examinations because yours truly isn't one of those who slog all the way through their school years. I'm one of those noisy ones in class who just can't stop talking until someone stops me which nobody ever does because everyone else in my class are bloody geniuses who can't stop leafing through books even for a second!!!

Besides, my Biology teacher once said, geniuses are mutants. So basically, they are mentally deformed? Unfair!! Why can't I have twisted brains too??? Why was I born normal???

I BLAME YOU MOMMY.

Anyway, back to my point about Malaysian schools being too exam-oriented. I don't know if it's true, but I've heard from someone that STPM(or SPM?) is the sixth most toughest paper in the world? Go figure out laa.

During my mom's time, there wasn't such thing as "KALAU TAK PASS EXAM NI, PENGETUA AKAN PANGGIL NAMA AWAK DI PERHIMPUNAN!". Where got such bullshit. My mom's school days was all about speaking heavily-accented Chinese foul languages and wearing PJ shorts the size of a bikini skirt. Not that I'm suggesting speaking foul language and wearing super duper short shorts laa. But the point is, the people from my mom's era still survived! Most of them grew up to be important people and not forgetting that our PM was also from the older generation.

How come they can become important public figures even though school life was so carefree back then? Perhaps there were examination stress but it still can't be compared to the amount of stress students have to face these days. Many resorted to suicide because they can't obtain considerable amount of A's that meet their own demand and if not theirs, their families'.

Maybe it's fair to say that time has passed and our world has risen one step towards ultimate global civilisation and so on. I just wish school days were a little bit like the olden days when studies wasn't a burden. Sad to say, I'm a nobody in the society. A few cubic centimetres of water in the vast ocean. A tiny fur under King Kong's armpit. Who would listen to me? Well, beggars can't be choosers and for that, I have to follow the crowd heading towards Wawasan 2020. Provided if the Earth hasn't exploded by then. The pollution these days... *shakes head*

Questions, questions.

2008-10-14T00:53:00.000-07:00

There are many things in my mind lately.

Questions.

1) Why do people consider a man is more manly when he doesn't shave his armpits?(eek)

2) Just because shit smells funny, they taste funny too? How would you know unless you've eaten shit before?

3) What's up with dog and fire hydrants?

4) What would happen if men could get pregnant too?

5) Why is Maths important to our daily lives? Even educationless ah-peks ah sohs have bank accounts ok.

6) Why do we call some people 'LALA'? What is LALA actually? Isn't that a seafood? What is the significance between a type of seafood and a human being that she has to be referred to as a LALA? When did the term first cropped up anyway?

7) What's with some men and moustache? What's with men and mullet? what's with men and hairy legs? what's with men and hair???

8) What if Earth is actually a tiny dust particle in a gigantic alien planet, like in Horton Hears a Who?

9) What if I be the first person to create the ultimate suit that enables a human being to step foot on the Sun? (it'll only happen if Hell freezes. twice)

10) What if they create edible socks? O_O

Of Beans and Ants

2008-10-01T19:27:00.000-07:00

I had a very frustrating dream last night.

Of beans and ants.

What do you think? Pretty arty, eh? *nudges* :)

In my dream, I was feeling sooooo hungry and my stomach churned so hard, it sounded like beatboxing. Yeah, I was downright starving.

So when mum handed a plate of white fragrance rice (Beras Siam) over to me, I wasted no time in scooping up the red beans onto my rice Jenama Beras Siam.

Suddenly, my rice started moving. Wait, it's not my rice... my rice doesn't have legs, heck, no rice have legs.. and they're crawling all over the place... like, like... ANTS??

BLACK ANTS???

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

I whipped out a spoon and started smearing them into a nice, black paste. At last, I saved my beans. Smiling to myself, I scooped up the rice now blended with ants cavities and red beans and brought it to my lips... and that's when my phone rang!!! phew!!

All hail CLICHE.

moral of the story: do not eat red beans around 4 hours before sleeping. beans cause excess dizziness, nausea, overwhelming thirst, extreme hunger and extreme farting.

note: only the last one listed is true :)

T-T

2008-10-01T09:32:00.000-07:00

I made a terrible mistake in Biology exam.

WHY????

If it was ADDMATHS, then fine, ok, I'm used to men-jeopardising it so if i ter-jeopardise it AGAIN, who cares??

BUT BIO...

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Tiny Cute Hamster

2008-09-18T00:51:00.001-07:00

Something to help you recover from the sight of that err, monstrosity below. (Fine I'm more inclined to cute things!)

credits@funnyjunk.com

I Has A Bucket

2008-09-18T00:51:00.000-07:00

I HAS NO IDEA.

TAGGED!

2008-09-12T18:28:00.000-07:00

TAGGED BY EVIL SOH FANG FANG.

People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people

1 ) Are you allowed to have a bf/gf?
Is there even such rule? Dono, never really seriously thought about it. Ahem.

2 ) Describe urself in one word.
Weird.

3 ) Who would you pick, someone who really loves you, or the one you love?
Someone who really loves me because the ones I really love usually don't love me back.

4) Have you ever loved someone BEFORE but never had the courage to tell him/her?
*shuts up*

5 ) Does it feel good to love?
Good. Bad. It all comes in a parcel with a tag that reads: LOVE; AT YOUR OWN RISK.

6 ) What's the best thing to do with the one you love?
Lie with me and just forget the world?

7) What will you say to someone who doesn't want to believe you??
I don't know. People believe me most of the time! Hehe.

8 ) Was ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone?
No lahh. It's either I love someone too much or hate someone to the ends of earth.

9 ) What's your opinion about someone who's jealous?
If that someone's jealous of a person who's close to me, then it's alright because I know it's just the someone's way of expressing love. But if I get jealous, I'm ready to kill. xDDDDD

10 ) What would you say to playboys/playgirls?
Pigi mati la!! Muka cam punggung baboon sape nak!!??

[[ * PART 2 * ]]

1 ) Best place to cry?
In my room, on my bed. *sighs*

2) Who do you love the most?
My phone, but that doesn't count as WHO right? I'm not sure. My parents, my friends.. no special people yet. xD

3 ) Tell us about ur dream last night?
I dreamt that I was text-messaging on bed. When I woke up, I grabbed my phone to see if there was a reply not realising it had been a dream. =_=

4) Ever hated someone so bad?
And the list goes on and on...

5 )The biggest & most hurtful lie you heard?
'I LOVE YOU' when they don't really do.

The last person..
-you had a beer with?
Bapak tarak kasi.

-you went to the movies with?
My family.

-you talked on the cell phone with?
Auntie.

-you hugged?
My smelly pillow. xD

-you yelled at?
My mom. She disturbed me when I was worrying about Maths.

In the last week have you..
~Kissed someone?
No.

~Danced crazy?
No.

Think of the last time u were angry, why were u angry?
I was angry because I could have done better for Maths. =(

If you could do anything OR wish anything, what would it be?
To be able to stand on my head!!! But for now, i just wanna do well in SPM.:)

If you could have an all expense paid trip, where will you go?
Back in time to kill Einstein!! Don't tell me things like "Without scientists like him r, we all will be still wearing leaves!" WHO CARES???

Would you or have you ever blackmailed someone?
Threaten to reveal my friends' secrets when they refuse to tell me things. But I won't do that one la. I have a lot nilai 1.2 ok..

Are you old fashioned?
I'm not the one to jugde.

What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back?
To tell someone I love them. "I.. I.. LOVE.. LOVE.. TAUHU SUMBAT??!"

What thing would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?
Certain relationships.

5 Facts About Me:
I love advertisements from Maxis, Digi and Nescafe.
I'm in love with stupid apek wanna-die-dowana-die love songs xD
I'm short.
I still don't know what's SPM for; a measurement of your ahievements, or a medium to obtain scholarship?
I think the new malay series, Pepaya is a whole lot of bullshit and is a waste of investment in the entertainment industry.

5 Things that Scares Me:
Hantu
Lizards
Monitor Lizards
My English teacher
Height

7 Songs Playing in My Head Lately:
Ungu's Cinta Dalam Hati
Big Bang's Haru Haru
Mltr's Paint My Love
Kenny G's Auld Lang Syne and Titanic
TVXQ'S Doushite Kimi Wa Suki Ni Natte Shimattan Darou

7 Words/Things I Always Use:
Die la
Fine!
I'm gonna fail
So comel la u
Wei..

I tag:
ALL my friends have been tagged, I think. Can I tag Fang Fang back? O_O

Liar, Liar.

2008-09-03T22:48:00.000-07:00

HATE

You.

Bad Hair Day

2008-08-23T04:41:00.000-07:00

It was too bad the hair saloon in Aulong was closed for the day. Had no choice but to visit another shop. My hair was too damn thick, it felt like an amazon jungle was growing right out of my scalp! Mom dropped me at a saloon not far from where I stayed and I realised I never really noticed its existense until today.

The premis was okay, hygienic and sparkling new. I took a seat and a young lady attended to me. Once she started chopping off my hair, I knew something was wrong. She was over attentive. Yes, a professional hairstylist would not look at your hair with eyes that say "I wonder if I should cut this at angle of 45 degrees" and they don't sit on chairs while attending to a customer! It was so annoying listening to her dragging the chair with her meatless bottom while my hair was at stake! And she fumbled with the scissors and she looked mean. A little. Which was why when she asked me what should she do with my fringe, I stuttered my answer, "Err, shortened?"

Then she suggested two things, which I did not understand because she conversed in Cantonese. Ironically, it's my mother tongue but I sucked at it because I was born with a rojak tongue instead. In the end, everything she asked, I just went "Erm" "Oh" and "OK" and my hair turned out like shit. My fringe was like dead straight! Facing the mirror, I could see my eyes bulged out in horror. I looked like I was wearing a jellyfish.

She must have noticed because she stopped and flashed me cute bunny eyes. She was confused. Fine, it was my fault for accepting all her stupid suggestions but it's not HER who now looked like a total E.T.

I didn't want to scare her, knowing that she was new and all, so I let out a nervous laugh hoping she gets the message that... SHE SUCKED AT HAIRSTYLING!!

But she didn't get it. Instead, she shrugged and continued to hantam at my hair, worsening the condition and when she was done, she stretched her arms wide, presenting to me her greatest achievement of the day...

"OKAY MA??" while beaming so hard at me that I was blinded.

I forced a smile. Trying very hard not to cry.

Thank God the taukeh woman came to my rescue. I noticed she wasn't too pleased that I was pissed off about my hair. I can't imagine what would she do to that girl? Give her a good shelling? Fire her?? For me, NO NEED! Just hantam her hair back! I bet she didn't even know I hated her. Poor girl.

Anyway, not long after my horrific encounter, a Malay woman entered with her two young sons. They were running around like mad. Ahhh... kids; you know them. Hysteria is like their middle name. Blowing bubbles at my face, destroying the book shelves, turning 360 degrees on the chair...God, I hated them.

I think they must have noticed the Chinese altar which had a little pineapple in it that is to be presented to the deities and stuffs because out of the bluest blue, the younger lad ran up to his mom and asked,

"Mama, betulkah hantu makan nanas?"

The mother smiled sheepishly and hushed her son up. But since she ignored him, he repeated the question again and again until the taukeh woman got fed up and retored to the kid, "Itu bukan hantu la. Itu tokong punya."

As a Chinese, I shared her frustration. Tsk tsk.

The Amazing Lincoln-Kennedy Coincidentals

2008-08-18T00:12:00.000-07:00

Abraham Lincoln

John F. Kennedy

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln ’s secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy’s Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named ‘Ford.’
Kennedy was shot in a car called ‘ Lincoln’ made by ‘Ford.’

Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here’s the kicker…

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

CW vs LD

2008-08-17T07:19:00.000-07:00

Chong Wei lost to China's Lin Dan.

Urghh!!

*Bashes Chong Wei and then Lin Dan*

It was not a very good game since it was so predictable that Lin Dan was going to win. Still, we must take to account that Lin Dan is more experienced and is number one seeded in the world, after all. At least Lin Dan is an Asian, and he does has nice, tight muscles.

Ahem.

The first match got me jerking my hair for every point that Lin Dan gained. But fine, I told myself, give CW a break, there's still a second match... AND YET!!!!
I wanted him to win!! I almost break all my toenails watching him play and he failed me!!! ARGHHHHH!!!

Fine. I won't be selfish and credit him for making it all the way to the finals. Good job, CW. =(

National Service.

2008-08-16T21:20:00.001-07:00

Since everyone's rambling about the infamous gov programme, National Service, I might as well express my p.o.v about it as well.

I was half-asleep when I texted 33995.

One minute later, I was screaming at the top of my voice. I was chosen!!

I have no idea why my mom started to spread the news to everyone. My father, my uncle, my older brother and my aunties.

"Sook Kin got chosen r.. die la.. she so skinny ha.. dono how she's gonna survive.. yak yak yak.."

Honestly, I wasn't too happy about it. My heart was about to beat out of my chest when I was replied "TAHNIAH bla bla bla bla..". My first thought was, there goes my plans for the rest of the year.

I actually didn't think it was that hard to get chosen. Turns out, many of my friends who were dying to go weren't selected. So alright, I could be considered as 'lucky'.

What I regret most is being so fussy about little things!!

I hate public toilets because public means open to everyone and everyone means the people in Malaysia and Malaysians aren't the most hygienic citizens in the world, sad to say. Besides, what if I need to do my bussiness in the middle of the night and the toilet is at the ends of earth??

And I don't know why I keep wondering whether there are kutus on my future bedspread, pillow and mattress.

A lot have commented about the bad food served at the camp. There's this extremely oily fried fish which legend has it, no one in their right mind would touch. Well, the fish is one thing since I'm more of a chicken-person, but OILY? It's a definite no-no, I might as well die of starvation.

And what if I mati katak there??

What if I die in the toilet??

What if the last thing I see is the toilet bowl and the last thing I smell is the smell of stools??

I think too much!! T__T

Yes yes, should look at the plus points. Ignore the shitty food and expect the monthly allowance, yeah! Ok what. We just need to get through the hellish 3 months of stuffing ourselves with greasy food and fighting to survive the hoardes of vigorous activities. I might get darker and maybe pimplish by the time I discharged, okay fine, I'll take it as free tanning and free facial decors provided it isn't to the extend that not even my mom could recognise me.

And the boys get a free-hair cut! Yeyyy!

I'm keeping my fingers crossed to be selected for the first batch because I don't want my studies to be disturbed. And oh yeah, I wish they will improvise the uniform.

O__O re: Which Malaysian Blogger Are You?

2008-08-16T21:13:00.000-07:00

Congratulations sook kin, you are...

Kenny Sia of kennysia.com

You have it all, or so you think. Big balls, big bird, big everything. Also a big heart and ever-ready big hug to give out to everybody who needs one. But you didn't know this. You're the one who need a hug the most. So hugs to you!

Which Malaysian Blogger Are You?

Congratulations sook kin, you are...

'Big Fuck' J Schnorng of bigfuck.blogspot.com

You are a happy happy person. Either that or you hide your depression very well. You are so hyperactively happy you'll probably be overqualified if you were to work as Ronald for McDonald's. You don't bottle your happiness. You go out of your way to make people laugh, even if that means making them a photocopy of your naked ass.

Which Singaporean Blogger Are You?

Abangku Bengok. :P

2008-08-16T21:11:00.001-07:00

Kor and I had been close as kids. But as we grow up, and since adik's arrival, we kind of drifted apart. I guess it's normal la. And besides, I seriously don't miss our childhood games which includes,

1)spitting on your sister's hair

2)stick a chewing gum on your sister's hair

3)choke-slam your sister, Undertaker's style

I don't even wanna start with the push-ups he used to love torturing me with.

Since he moved to Kampar for college, we keep in touch through MSN and the way we chat is often err, humorous? For example;

Kor: Tell mom I want new pc. Mine is gonna cacat soon.

Me: She's gonna say no money.

Kor: Ask her to exchange your pc with mine.

Me: U wait I graduate sec school first.

Kor: Wait u r. Wait u mom broke liao.

Me: ???

Kor: Mom said she gonna buy u laptop rite?

Me: She din just SAID IT. She's gonna BUY IT.

Kor: Yeah, but I dowan laptop. I'm the one being generous here.

Me: =__=

Kor: U SPM play what pc

Kor: Go study la u.

Me: U shadap.

p:s note the rojak-ish language. swt.

13/08/08

2008-08-13T02:24:00.000-07:00

I got NS-ed. -____-"

School Leavers

2008-08-09T09:40:00.000-07:00

We are finally school leavers!!

*Sobs*

The whole class went to Reena's house to take photographs for the school magazine. Well, not really in her house but rather, behind her house. Amazing I tell you. They have this chalet/resort thing being developed right at the back of her house!!

Seriously, you open the back door and ta-da, there's this huge pond and another pond and another pond and at the far corner is the waterfall. But it was too deep so we couldn't get near it and besides... we were afraid Naimah would drown. Hehe.

In some way, it reminds me of The Chronicles of Narnia. Instead of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, it could be The Reena, Her Maid and the Back Door.

The yet-to-be-fully developed chalet.

Soon-to-graduate upper sec Convent students of batch 2008

Reena's mom made us egg sandwiches and some pink water called air bandung. But we had to eat outside because Reena's daddy was in the hall watching tv and we were too unnecessarily shy.

When we came, Reena's little brother, Rohan went to hide upstairs. He was like, hiding and peeking, hiding and peeking, hiding and peeking until Reena got fed up and shouted to him,

"OI, WANNA HIDE, HIDE PROPERLY LAAA!!"

xDDDD

Here We Go Again

2008-08-07T09:10:00.000-07:00

The weather in Taiping is terrible, terrible, terrible. Either it's too hot or too cold. Frustrating I tell you. I'm pretty drained out nowadays, been having flu and fever on and off, but yet still eating nasi lemak for lunch;P and the weather is not helping of course. If it wasn't so glaring, I swear if I look up, there could be 5 suns sitting nicely up the sky and for all we know they might have been there for the past 2 weeks. Miserable.

Trials exam is sooo near. There it is, my future, my hopes and dreams waiting for me at the finishing line. This is it. This is IT. (gonna say the same thing for SPM, I know).

What to do? No choice but to embrace it even if it means crawling my way through.

Shit-eater.

2008-08-06T04:04:00.000-07:00

Kor's labbit which I affectionately call, 'Ah Biang'. xD

Seriously, don't bother.

2008-08-06T03:23:00.000-07:00

The window to the world is not through knowledge. Ssk says so. The world is always there whether or not there is knowledge. Ssk says so. No knowledge, knowledgeable, still the same. You eat, then you shit. You don't eat, but you still need to shit. After you shit, you need to eat. If you can only see the world through knowledge, then it's the same as after you eat, you don't need to shit.

P:s This post was inspired when i was chatting with my brother. He claimed that his pet rabbit's poop doesn't stink. The whole point of this is to show the value of shit. And my conclusion? knowledge=stinks. Lalalalalala.

Physics is helluva boring.

2008-08-06T02:13:00.000-07:00

Reena and I were almost dozzing off in Physics, yet again as usual. So we resorted to slapping each other to make sure we could stay awake. Reena is helluva slapper. A happy slapper as a matter of fact. How can she slap people and smile at the same time? Parents influence?

Mr. Manjit: Reena, what did I say about swallowing bubble gums?? *Slap* *Smile* =DDDD

Physics can only be described in three special words: Boring. Boring. BORING.

Our faces must have looked so swollen due to extreme exhaustion previously that Mr.Tan made us did a little exercise. He made us flap our wrists and flexed our arms a little bit so now we know how chickens feel. But he never does it again, so hopefully my urge to fly will be gone soon. But that's another story. Ahem.

Mr. Tan taught about radioactive decay. Decay. Why's it dee-kay when 'decade' is pronounced as deh-kade? Shouldn't it be deh-kay instead? Ahhhh!! Shouldn't contemplate such stupid questions. Just as stupid as asking why Mr. Tan isn't Mr. Ten. Geez. At least now you know what I'm thinking whenever I space out somewhere in the middle of a lesson.

Learn How To Become a 'Pelajar Sahsiah' In Just 7 Steps.

2008-08-03T09:07:00.000-07:00

1) When the respective teacher is teaching(babbling gibberishly or whatever you would name it), make sure your eyes are transfixed to the whiteboard even when you've already spaced out a gazillion hours ago and your teacher's head had shrunk into a tiny black dot in your view.

2) Don't forget to make eye contact with the teacher. If you feel uncomfortable, look down(preferably at your notes) and pretend to be leafing through some papers and acting as if you are referring to something besides 'listening' to your teacher.

3) Nod when necessary. Teachers are human too, and they need reassurance as much as we do. So don't be stingy and just nod even if you have no idea what is being taught!

4) Pretend to be jotting something. This is something very practical. During this time, you can draw, write poetries and lyrics all the while acting as if you cared about the teacher in front. But, never forget rule number 2 and 3.

5) Ask questions occasionally. The stupider it sounds, the smarter it is.

For example, gravity. Newton discovered gravity when an apple fell and hit his head while he was under an apple tree. Ask something that goes like "Why was he under the tree in the first place?" No mankind can answer that, not even Ghandi I tell you.

6) When the teacher asks aquestion, say something, anything, so that you won't look stupid. State your answer in a quiet voice but loud enough to show that you're answering something. Try to catch your classmates' answer and just copy whatever they're saying.

7) Do not yawn. Keep your eyes peeled at all times. This is especially vital because you will never know when a teacher might ask you a question(It is a known fact that teachers tend to catch sleepy students off-guard). But when that happens, fall back to rule number 6.

-based on a true story

Ah Moi?

2008-08-03T08:12:00.000-07:00

What in the name of Neptune is 'Ah Moi'?

I don't know why Chinese girls are referred to as 'Ah Moi' by the non-Chinese? I can totally understand if her name is Ah Moi, so when you call her Ah Moi it's just as normal as calling someone named Ali, Ali. If her name's not Ah Moi, then why Ah Moi?? Why not 'Hey, Miss In Red Cap' or 'Hello, Woman in Adidas Shirt' if you don't know their names? Better yet, don't say anything if you can't think of better references like Jennifer Love Hewitt or Vivienne-whatever-Pitt's-daughter's-name! Okayyy, I'm crapping way out of my time but I'm just trying to point out my frustration.

Quite some time ago, I was walking with a couple of friends, on the way to MCD's I think, when a bunch of loitering idiots sitting at the ledge of the walls outside a shopping mall, doing practically nothing, but looking at people's practically everything, when they started to make some weird inhuman noises and even looked at us suggestively (okay, maybe not me, but my friends). One of them said out loud "AH MOI MAU PEGI MANE?" With that asking-to-be-slapped look and I was about to say something about his horrendous carrot-cut jeans, when I thought, oh well, they were not worth of my advice.

If I had my way, I would have tore off his jeans, stuff it into his mouth and push him off the ledge where he'll fall flat on the road and later run over by a lorry which just so happened past by and then yey, free chocolate sundaes for everyone!

So don't 'ah moi' us Chinese girls when our names are not even close to that. We hate it.

Well, at least I do. O__O

BLUE.

2008-08-02T20:58:00.000-07:00

Have I told you how much I looove the colour blue? If I haven't, then I looooveeee BLUE BLUE BLUE!

Some images I've 'extracted' from Flickr. Hehe.

I would love to have this! =)

You know, seeing all these nice pictures made me consider taking up photography. But the job opportunity is rare and doesn't look very promising. Hmmm..

Wetlands

2008-08-02T20:40:00.000-07:00

The Wetlands is almost ready. ;)

looks natural right?

This spot was where I saw some floating dead insect O__O

The rocks are aritificially made but if you hit the rocks head-first, you'll still die.

The Wetlands of my school is reaching it's peak! Since they chucked in a couple of freshwater fishes, the tiny ecosystem in the man-made wetlands is slowly expanding. I actually saw some water-skaters, dragon flies and tadpoles!(yey!) It's amazing really, although it doesn't sound all that, to watch the only wetlands in town growing to a greater height.

Happy Tree Friends

2008-08-02T20:23:00.000-07:00

I loveeee Happy Tree Friends! HTF is about a group of cute, fluffy animals who die in every single episode! It's either they lose a limb, are shredded into a thousand pieces or end up decapitated. I enjoy the cartoon because it's really fun and unpredictable. You can never guess when the cute creatures die! I'm not sadist at all, HTF is a great way to channel all your angry thoughts away. So go and watch when you're free.

SHOO.

The Hungry Ghosts Festival

2008-08-02T06:46:00.000-07:00

It was quite a shocker when I discovered yesterday was the first day of HUNGRY GHOST FESTIVAL! (that's right, go hide behind your grandmother's skirt, arnold schwazennerger!) LO and be hold, spirits are out in search of FOOD and nothing but glorious FOOD, which got me thinking, they don't get food in the 'underwaterworld'? so I can conclude that if you weigh 10000 pounds and above, don't sin because they don't serve makanan down under?

Anyway, I did some ahem reading about superstitions associated with the Hungry Ghost Festival and among the many hundred thousands, they are:

1) It is bad to go swimming on the 7th month. They think that an evil ghost might cause you to drown in the swimming pool - Omg, must warn Yingx2!

2) Children are advised to return home early and not to wander around alone at night. This belief is that the wandering ghosts may possess children- betul kah? I still have curfews every month which will undoubtedly continue until I'm 72 and dying.

3) It is inauspicious to wed at the 7th month- very bo ong.

Since this is about supertitions, I want to add some of my personal favorites;

1) No trimming nails at night for you might attract wandering spirits- Eee. Why are ghosts attracted to pedicures?

2) Do not open umbrellas in the house to avoid releasing a spirit into your home and possess family members- This happened before. My young cousin played with a yellow umbrella which he kept opening and closing until the whole thing screwed. No one got possessed alright, but all hells broke loose when my mom saw the damaged umbrella. =_=

3) For those with long hair, before leaving the house, tie your hair or else some wandering spirits might stick to your hair and follow you home- It was kind of creepy when i was first told about it, now i think it's funny erm in a creepy way. So if you are the long haired-superstitious scaredy-cat kiasi type, then I suggest you better tie your hair or otherwise not even Sunsilk can help you.

Personally, I've never had any experience with meeting this ungodly 'things' and thank God for that. But there had been once when I was doing homework(copying actually) when suddenly, a strange Jasmine aroma caught my nose. O_O Mom, dad, adik, ah kong and poh poh were all in dreamland and I was all alone in the living room. I've heard many people telling that if you smell any flowery scent when there's not supposed to be any, it means that a spirit is passing by. You can imagine how my nerves wrecked in the course of less than 2 minutes for the creepy smell to completely dissapear, eeeeee. I still have goosebumps everytime I'm reminded of it. And what do you know, two days later, my Chemistry teacher taught about esters and so had brought some flowers to school because esters are responsible for the sweet smell emitted by flowering plants. What type of flower you might ask?

Yup, you guessed it.

You see, many people thinks that the hungry ghosts are well, hungry ghosts, when in fact, the 'hunger' that the spirits craving for is actually the hunger for self-satisfaction and the greed for wealth possession(I only knew about this 5 minutes ago in Wikipedia. Shame, shame) The spirits only get to 'eat' the food offered by family members and friends once every year and there also wandering spirits that eat whatever that is served on the streets, outside the houses of those who believe and temples. Frankly, I would rather stay home and watch Spongebob while munching on a packet of Mr. Potatoes than loitering around town in the middle of the night. Who knows when I might bump into some 'dirty' things devouring jossticks and char siew paos?