July 28, 2009 at 3:43 pm (music)

i actually have nothing interesting to say,except

The Beatles

saya amat manyukai pancaragam ‘si kumbang’. merekalah yang terbest.

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she used to be the sweetest girl ever

July 25, 2009 at 2:42 pm (afs, coversations, food, friends, volunteer)

everytime afs asks for volunteers for saturday mornings, i say yes, with gusto. and then saturday comes, and it’s 8 a.m., and i am literally facepalming because sleeping in is impossible.
it’s always worth it though. always.

today we had the english enrichment camp for primary students in sk gombak seri 2, in an effort to instill the love for english in younger children.

ok, so you’re laughing, because i hate kids and they hate me. however, these were 11 year olds, and i discovered that i really don’t mind children over 7. i mean, we can communicate with words, hence no awkward waving and peek-a-booing is needed.

this was a pretty big deal, so lots of volunteers (both afsers from malaysia and the foreign exchange students) we started by dividing the 150 students into 11 groups, giving them animal names (it’s cute when you’re 11). terri and i took the duck group, during discussion time where they had to come up with a house for their respective animals and name things needed by it.
‘so guys, what does a duck need to survive?’
‘a ps 2!’
‘…ok, good. what else?’
‘a laptop!’

eh, what kind of world are these kids living in?

then we were divided up for the treasure hunt. i was manning charades with yelena and two recent yes returnees. the theme for charades were movies, and seriously, i was amazed when one of the groups actually guessed pontianak harum sundal malam. and lord of the rings.
11 year olds are so smart.
we went a little crazy with the stamping. each station was handed one of those stamps with crazy patterns tp stamp the group’s scoresheet, and instead i ended up with four leaf clovers and smiley faces all over my hands. sigh french and australian exchange students.

the kids were so cool at the end, when we were saying our thank yous. they did some special clap thing, several times. again, this is only cool when 11 year olds do it.
after everything was over, we were bombarded by kids wanting our autographs (REMEMBER THOSE DAYS – WHEN WE WROTE OUR BIODATA AND CUTESY MESSAGES LIKE ‘FRIENDS FOREVER’?) one kid went around saying, ‘i want your facebook please.’
why do 11 year olds have facebook?
felix, especially, got bombarded with requests for his autograph, and pictures, probably because he is very comel. blur, but comel.

the french boy, julien, laughed at me when i spoke spanish, saying i sounded ridiculously french. and then i spoke french, and he laughed even harder because i sounded spanish.
=(

this post is sooo long. but it was a long day, thus it’s justified.
pictures on facebook.

went to see dina’s dorm in uia after. realised that if i wanted to, i could essentialy shack up there because i can fit into her clothes, and we use the same shampoo and facewash.

dinner at old town, where i keep telling myself to order something other than their nasi lemak. but then i sit down, and rationalise that there is nothing wrong with ordering a perfectly delicious meal.

must sleep now. intense study sesh planned for tomorrow.

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pictures as promised!

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’cause there’s beauty in the breakdown

July 23, 2009 at 3:19 pm (beverages, coversations, music)

i think that there should be more days like this.

a lazy two hours spent trading ideas and philosophies regarding religion, dreams, and people with a good friend, over milkshakes.
later, while caught in the rush hour traffic (which is a lie, because there is no ‘rush’ in rush hour. stagnant would be a better word.) i listen to nada surf’s ‘if you leave’, and smile over all the anecdotes exchanged.

it’s refreshing to not be stressed, or tired, or rushed for time.
it’s nice to just be.

in other news, the braces are gone (yay!) and i fell down a couple of stairs (boo!) the two events are not related, by the way. just thought i’d clear that up.
my left leg’s so swollen now, i’ve almost convinced myself that i have elephantiasis.
how attractive.

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silver red bull for the win

July 22, 2009 at 3:53 pm (beverages, books, coversations, food, friends, music)

i suppose it was inevitable. or at least, thats what everyone tells me.
on the way to college, i hit the car in front of me. first accident since procuring my license in 2007. the honda accord was slightly scraped, and my own myvi looked like baby wolverine attacked it’s side.
the other driver was very gracious as we exchanged information, and discussed repairs. he shrugged off making a police report, maintaining that as long as i paid for the repair, it really didn’t matter to him.
i was grateful, not then, but later on – once i’d gotten over the initial shock.
calling the madre was the worst, simply because i just didn’t know how she’d react. i managed to choke out the fact that i’d been in a minor accident, and she said, ‘it’s ok. breathe. i’ll take care of it.’
i am generally very independant. i was raised to be. but sometimes, sometimes, it’s just so good to relax and let my mother sort things out. and somehow, she has this way of knowing just when to step in and when to back off.
long story short, the repairs came up to about rm 200, and i’m just grateful it’s not more.

i was so upset in college, not so much about the damage, because there wasn’t much, but just the whole aftermath of being involved in a accident, and even worse, being the guilty party.
which is why, when he texted ‘can i call?’ in the middle of law, i decided that i really needed to hear his calming best friend voice, instead of hearing my law lecturer talk about insanity.
‘it’s ok to be shaken, but just know, it happens to everyone. look on the bright side, the other driver didn’t hit you on the head with a beer bottle.’
‘who did that happen to?’
‘nobody. but you know, it could have.’
=)
thank you for always being just a text away.

a plate of hot maggi mee goreng tambah pedas and an extra chocolatey iced milo later, and i’m all chirpy again.
oh, the joys of nourishment.

and for the first time today, i tried the silver red bull. omfg, why has no one ever told me how good it is? it’s my new favourite drink after coffee, and snapple, and vitamin water and gatorade, but before 100 plus activ and slurpee.
i should really read the label on drinks before downing them though, because i had the last sip at 11.30, and couped with my insomnia, i’m probably only going to get an hour of sleep tonight.
way to be.

it’s not so bad though. i have hans christian andersen’s complete fairy tales to flip through. there’s nothing like curling up in bed in a freezing room, wrapped up in two blankets, with a  good book. in fact, that sounds so good, i’m going to go do that right away.

goodnight.

p.s. listening to boys like girls cover of frou frou’s let go. it’s such a beautiful song. and they do it justice.

so let go, jump in
oh well, whatcha waiting for
it’s alright
’cause there’s beauty in the breakdown
so let go, just get in
oh, it’s so amazing here
it’s alright
’cause there’s beauty in the breakdown.

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July 21, 2009 at 5:28 pm (personal)

i miss you, but i’m not doing anything about this, us, you and me, so maybe, just maybe, i don’t miss you enough.
and that scares me.
i’ve always been the one to care more, the one to fix things. but i’m tired of being the fixer.
you fix this.
and if you don’t, or you can’t, then maybe it’s time to walk away.
i hate to sound like i’m giving up, but there are times when you have to draw the line, and decide what’s worth salvaging and what’s better of gone.
you’re in the maybe pile and i don’t know if i’m holding on from pure affection, or because i just can’t bear to say goodbye.
either way, i’m going to have to decide.
or maybe your silence has already determined my decision, except i don’t want to admit it just yet.

drinking milo in the a.m. and talking to real people, who matter. you are not on my mind.

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monthly manic milkshake monday

July 21, 2009 at 3:47 pm (coversations, food, friends, new buy)

it’s been such a good beginning to the week; i’m so happy.
i’ll have to summarize because i slacked on blogging, and i’m overly lazy to go into detail about past days.
on sunday i got a dragon snake (henceforth to be referred to as a snagon). it’s..a dragon head with a snake body, no legs, itty bitty wings and an orange tongue. i shall post a picture sometime. quesop puff, as charlie and i named it, is suitably part adorable, part ugly. he was also rm5, found at a bazaar at the summit.
LOVE bazaars.

yesterday, we started a new tradition, because if you know us, you know what huge fans we are of rituals.
every third monday of the month will now be ‘monthly manic milkshake monday’.
what brought this on?
a 3 a.m. craving for delicious thick, frothy milkshake. don’t you ever find yourself in the middle of doing something completely unrealted, like i don’t know, reading up on equity – and find yourself thinking, ‘hmm. i could use a milkshake right now. now now now,’?
well, yeah, that’s what happened.
sidenote: how can anyone prefer strawberry/vanilla milkshake to a chocolate one? i judge you people.

today was such a nice day. ok, maybe i’m just easily pleased. it’s pathetic how exciting i find being able to sleep in till 7.30 a.m is.
no, seriously, i was overjoyed by this.
it started raining in the middle of lit, and so, we all walked out to enjoy the fresh air. my lungs have forgotten what it’s like to filter unhazed air.
law got cancelled!

suzy called me all the way from italy, and told me to forget the states and focus on london, because that’s where she’ll be. she mentioned she was heading to ibiza, and i was insanely jealous.
some of us have sold our souls to a-levels, and it’s not nice to rub freedom in our faces =(

after, kyle called, all the way from new york, to tell me a joke about his dog. and then he hung up. not quite sure what to make of that. but he does this a lot, so i can’t say i’m overly surprised either.

OH, and then thasya brought over some of her chocolate rum birthday cake. lovely concoction.

so happy.

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manchester united vs malaysia

July 18, 2009 at 2:46 pm (sports)

i have been crossing off days for this event!
ok, so i’m not really a hardcore football fan. i will not slash you with a broken beer bottle if you talk shit about my favourite team. i actually don’t even have a favourite team. my criteria for favourite team used to be the one with the hottest guys, but meeh, i’m over that phase of my life. especially once i realised the team with the hot guys kinda sucked.

we got there at 3 p.m. (kick off time was at 5.30) and basically had to shove/squeeze our way through. the crowd was insane. and loud.

have i mentioned how boring waiting is? because it is. waiting is boring.

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i took pictures of everything around me to kill time. there was this one fail sign that read ‘CHRISTIANO RONALDO WHO?’ there is no ‘h’ in cristiano, friend.

and then the band came on!

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they were from some maktab, or st. john’s school – something like that. i heard both mentioned and a band played at half time too, so maybe there were two bands.

the teams came out to do warm ups after, and the crowd was very appreciative.

the atmosphere in the stadium was electrifying. everyone was pumped up,lots of joking and laughter. lots of booing too, mainly aimed at the select few who inexplainably showed up in barcelona, arsenal and liverpool jerseys. either they had nothing else to wear (which is stupid, because anything else would have been better)  or they wanted to cause controversy and gain attention.
in that case, well played.

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i shall summarize the game because describing it in detail will bore me, and subsequantly, bore you too.
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rooney scored the opening goal, with nani adding a second a little bit later. nani proceeded to celebrate with his trademark somersault.
to everyone’s surprise, and delight too i’d like to think, malaysia’s no.17 scored just before half time ended.
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and he scored again in the second half. i’m so sorry i don’t know your name no.17, especially since you were pretty much malaysia’s hero today.
owen came on as a substitute and scored a third goal for manchester bringing the end score to 3-2. and then i went home, all sweaty and grimy, but completely entertained.

honestly, i think manchester, like chin hong said, underestimated malaysia a lot. both teams came in knowing who was the better team. manchester responded by letting their guard down, and malaysia responded by fighting tooth and nail.
i think it helped that our goalkeeper, farizal, was amazing. at least, i think he was. he saved some really good goals.
i was so proud of malaysia. so, so proud.

i also loved how though 3/4 of the crowd showed up sporting manchester jerseys, everyone went crazy when they saw that malaysia was putting up a decent fight.
appreciate the home team, yo.

as usual, there were the expected group of idiots to bear. i call them the ‘wahlao! boys’ and they were seated right in front of us.
god, they were annoying.
for one thing, they were completely pro man u, which is fine. i mean, don’t support your home team, whatever. no one likes you anyways. but you don’t have to criticise their every moves. also, i love how they termed malaysia’s good playing as ‘luck’. yes, of course. that must be it. we can’t possibly have actualy talent now, can we?
also, their favourite phrase was – can you guess it – WAHLAO. omg. they said it so often, often one sentence would be made up of three wahlaos. i sort of wanted to kick one of the guys, and say, ‘wahlao! shut up la.’
i didn’t though. self-restraint, i epitomise.
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OWENNNNNNNNNNNNNN. i like. i like very much.

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blurry picture of everyone making nice when the match ended.

so tired now. must sleep. charity boot sale tomorrow!

 

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manchester united training

July 17, 2009 at 3:48 pm (coversations, friends, sports)

i’ve been looking forward to today/tomorrow for over a month now. but first, i must blog about someone who is agak penting.

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this is grandmaster jit yang (also known as baby boy but i would not advocate you calling him that unless you’re in the mood to be slapped around)
jit is an awesome person, so well-mannered and best of all, witty! he is also the nicest guy i know, and is always ready to ferry me around anywhere. seriously, anywhere. and anytime i want, too. also, he trusts me with his coins. and no, that is not a euphemism for anything. i literally mean coins – ten cents, fifty cents. OH, and he didn’t let me wait alone for chin hong to arrive today. thanks jit. i mean, grandmaster jit.

so, today was the manchester united training session at bukit jalil stadium. hong and i got there around two-ish, and managed to get pretty decent seats. except, we got kicked out of those because we weren’t vip holders, but then we found higher seats, that had a better vantage point and more air flow. it was so bloody humid, so air flow was muchly appreciated.
and so we waited. and waited. and waited. every time i was convinced an hour had passed at the very least, i would glance at my phone and see that it had only been ten minutes.
waiting around is so tiring.
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which was why i was so excited when the malaysian team walked out, each attached to a little kid.
to be honest, i didn’t even know we’d be watching them train as well.
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i apologise for the suck quality of my pictures. i’m stuck with my lame 5 megapixel camera, which has the tendency to die on me at the most crucial moments =(
and the haze doesn’t help either.

i thought the crowd was unduly harsh on the malaysian team. we all know that malaysia is not on the same playing field as man u, so give them a break already. they’re trying. and maybe us malaysians should do the same. tearing something down is not the way to build it up.

half the fun of football? being stuck amid a plethora of critics – mostly guys – all of whom obviously know how to play better than any other player on the field.
‘the malaysians ah, they got no chemistry. they’ve got the physics down, but no chemistry.’
‘they cannot control high ball. low is ok. once it’s high, they cannot already.’
i rolled my eyes so often, they hurt.
so glad hong isn’t stupid like that.

the malaysian team then left to the sounds of rousing cheers, and once again, we were back to waiting.
it was pretty easy to figure out which entrance the man u players were coming out from, because they had the oh so subtle fru officers lining the entrance.
at one point, one side of the stadium erupted in cheers, and we all excitedly looked over…only to see two red clad caucasians walk out. with video cameras.
me: are they cheering for the media?
hong: i guess so.
me: they thought they were the players because they’re white guys clad in
         red?
hong: malaysia what. what do you expect?

finally though,
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HELLO ROONEY!

the man u players were a real class of the own, very gracious to the audience, probably also really freaked out by the screams their stretching prompted.
i woul comment on their footie skills, but really, what do i know about that?

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i do know that watching them was fun.

best thing about today? seeing MICHAEL OWEN
i didn’t get a good picture of him (because i was too busy oogling) but he was as aesthetically pleasing as i remember him being.

he was my first football crush. i was 12, i think and i saw him in the papers, and that was it really. i’ve had many football crushes since, but you kow what they say, you never forget your first crush.
owen made me go ‘david beckwho?’
so excited that he’s at man u now.
so excited about the game tomorrow.

it’s nice to be excited about things again.

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i love cempedak. fried.

July 15, 2009 at 3:23 pm (college, coversations, food, games)

i am extremely happy. my mother bought me fried cempedak. i LOVE fried cempedak. i suspect i love it more than pisang goreng even. due to gluttony and lack of self-control, i did not take any pictures of the delectable dessert.
so i stole them off the net:

sangat sedap.
that was my dinner.

today, my bio lecturer called me clever – 5 times. FIVE. i am very proud.
we were telling him how he should give out stickers for good work. preferably those shiny ones. or the ones that have a fuzzy texture. i love those.
so, yes, i was talking to hong on the phone, all jubilant because i made my first sale via mudah.com, and i told him my bio lecturer called me clever.
‘you sure anot?’
‘WHAT!!? of course i’m sure!’
‘was he kidding?’

OI. i have your manchester united ticket. and training pass. granted, you are my transport to the stadium, but WHO CARES. i’ll make a new friend, and give him/her the ticket and he/she will drive me there, and home again. and we will be bff.

…my point was…oh, yes. do not doubt my intelligence!

i levelled up in typing maniac today! i am now a 20th century man. hah!
i realise that only in this context will i ever rejoice in being termed a 20th century man. because boys are stupid.
my obsession with this game would be worrying, but i did all my stats homework, and lit reading, and i prepared my bio experiment. really, if you think about it, i deserve to play typing maniac.

today for lunch, i had vegetarian char siew and it was awesome. not as awesome as real char siew, but still, very good. help has really good food, i realise. not good for my ever expanding waistline, but good for my tastebuds.

i don’t know how this became a food post. but since that’s the main theme, i shall just expand on it.

ikea-meatballs

mine and charlie’s favourite.

we have made this our official must-have-once-a-month food. though, we had it like 3 times in june. but, who’s keeping tabs, right?
ikea meatballs are super yummy. i think the secret’s in the sauce. whatever it is, i never have anything else when i’m there, because why? screw adventurous. i’ll settle for tantalising.

cannot do food posts anymore. am now super hungry.

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i got mugged

July 14, 2009 at 5:37 pm (deep, drama)

‘so, how was your weekend, you know, aside from getting mugged?’

oh, yeah. i got mugged. (sidenote: it’s 1.23 a.m. WISH) ok, so, the mugging. sunday morning, near assumption church/assunta hospital. 4 guys, 2 motorcycles. one tried to grab my bag, but i elbowed him, so he snatched my chain instead and all 4 of them rushed off.
he probably thought that the gold chain was valuable.
it was. not from a monetary point of view, since it only cost me 1USD or RM3.50. it was valuable because it was the very first thing i bought when i was in new york city, and this may sound stupid, but every time i wore it, i always felt like ‘yeah. maybe the dream isn’t so far-fetched.’
i don’t know what to feel now that it’s gone.
no, i’m not traumatised. it happened too fast for any sort of emotion to register.
now that i think about it though, i’m angry.
i want my one dollar necklace back.

i have come to conclusion that we are all in a constant state of war, and i was going to blog in detail about this theory, and explain why i think i’m constantly at war, but that requires a lot of thinking, much more than i’m willing to do at the moment.
so, i leave you with this theory, and hope it makes a difference in your life.

you know those stupid facebook games – texas hold ’em, mafia gangs and the like? well, if you know me, you know how i scoff at them. and at people who are addicted to them. because you must be an idiot to be addicted to a facebook game. right?
but then i logged on to facebook earlier, and saw a notice saying tung jit yang has become a spaceman in typing maniac. and i thought, ‘jikalau saudara jit yang boleh melakukannya, saya juga boleh!’

and that’s why i spent 2 hours straight playing typing maniac on facebook.

i shame myself.

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