You Are Not Alone.

Just last Saturday I was doing the Thriller with my younger brother.
And today as I was heading to college I heard the news that Michael Jackson died-ed. I thought the deejay was just messing around- then a caller came in and practically sobbed about how he'll miss MJ so much. What the-

Now, don't feed me this bullcrap that he deserved to die and it's better that he did. Because no one can deny that he is a Legendary Genius. No. One. He captured so many hearts with his soothing voice and meaningful music, not to mention kick-ass dance moves and awesome-blosome hippy songs. So what if he was allegedly accused of child molestation? Does that mean that we should hold that against him? If there was some kind of scoring system where if you did something phenomenal and get points, but do something wrong and be deducted of points, he would still rise above all because of the better things he did. Judgemental people who only see the ugly side of the situation are losers.

Honestly, I wouldn't have gave so much as a thought-bubble about him if it weren't for the news of his departure. I mean, I wouldn't say I'm a huge fan but I do like his songs. And his absence is a great loss to the nation. I admit that I'm emo about it (more than usual) because I suffered a great loss recently as well. One month later and I'm still not okay about death. So if anyone were to come along- or leave forever- especially Michael Jackson, I would be mournful.

Oh btw, did anyone know that some actress passed away as well? I suppose it was a wrong timing. But who gets to choose right?

I Wanna Stand With You On A Mountain

Check out my noob photography skills :D

Anyway, today we ventured out to Burger King, with me playing Michael Shoemaker, driving Jia Hui, Audrey, Yuen Hua and Bryan, plus Sherry in my HotWheels. Seriously, with all the noise they were making, and taking hideous pictures of me, I'm surprised we made it to and fro safely. Haha, I bet they were initially having serious doubts about my driving skills as seen by Jia Hui's subtle suggestion that we let her take the wheel. However, we let Jesus Take The Wheel (haha, geddit? It's a song XP) and all went well. A few makan moments later and we went back to Taylor's, feeling burgerfied.

Sorry guys, will upload the pictures later.

Happy birthday to Patricia who is now able to drink and have sex legally! xoxo

Is life ruled by the silent hand of chance or the powerful fist of choice?

If you don't know where you're going, any road will get you there.

Oh Baby When You Talk Like That...

You make a woman go mad.....

This is what I would have said to the delegate of South Africa- if I spoke to him at all. But more of that later.

Now that the ESL tutorial, TCSHMUN conference, and Biology Presentation is over, what do I look forward to? The next test? whoopee.

The conference over the weekend was such an eye-opener to me. For one thing, I've never heard of the word delegate before in my life prior to this. Little did I know that after just one weekend, I would hear it so much that it caused an immense discomfort in the pits of my stomach. For another, I now know that guys/male/boys can be britches too. Apart from that, my Nerd-O-Meter shot to staggering heights as I've now officially been to college 7 days a week, Monday through Sunday, and now for another 5 days this week. My skin is severely dehydrated and my soul is deprived of sunlight. bahh

Fellow delegates, allow me to enlighten you with the intelligence portrayed by the delegates who grazed us with their presence over the weekend:

U.S.A.: I hope you don't bring up Prostitute Island this time.
South Korea: Yeah. Why are you wearing a surgical mask?
U.S.A.: Why aren't you?
South Korea: Swine flu is a joke. Now, if you had the Ebola virus (which liquefies your intestines and make them leak out of your ass), I'd be worried, but swine flu is just overrated.
U.S.A.: no comment
Well well well, South Korea, if you do get the swine flu, let's see who'll get worried.

South Korea: You look like such a loner :)
Yemen: Thanks, love you too :)
South Korea: Haha my fingers are freezing off so my writings all crappy.
Yemen: No your just plain crappy.
YEAHHHMAANNN! (btw Yemen wore a Zara dress I really wanted but my mom insisted it wasn't worth the 130bucks she would have to fork out for :( )

United Kingdom: Rwanda is so corrupted.
Iraq: Dude I'm so bored. This ends at 5. I want to shoot myself. And we're all corrupted.
United Kingdom: Same FML! lol I have a quarantined mind.
Iraq: Haha sure you do. If we ask to move to voting procedure, do we get to leave earlier?
United Kingdom: Don't know. Rwanda is SO gay
Btw, United Kingdom didn't look all that straight to the trained eye so maybe he was hinting something... (I swear, there were approximately 3 guys who portrayed a strong feminine side in my GA)

United Kingdom to Iran: Waste of my life.
Well I did not hesitate to show him how it was a waste of mine to pass his notes.

Iraq: Are you submitting the ammendment, me and Miho already have so you do it too.
South Africa: YA. They keep taking pictures. walao. Look intelligent and intrigued.
Iraq: I look bored. I don't even know when I'm going now.
South Africa: I'm bored. I cbf.
bla bla bla..
Iraq: They read our notes and smile creepily.
South Africa: He read this note and smiled creepily.
Iraq: LOL. So funny. Do your speech.
ohhh wow they acknowledged Kok Siang and Young's efforts in taking pictures! Not to mention Victor's creepy smile :]

Last but not least...,
China: You're Hot. Let's get it on tonight.
Malaysia: ? misuse of note
At that point it was the last straw for me and I passed it to the Chair who then suspended note-passing.

Ahh, we had fun. I met cute gay guys who reminded me of rabbits, I met ASS students, and I realized that sometimes people bitch about someone without knowing who they really are, because after getting to know her over the weekend, I realize that the ones who bitch about her are the real britches.
oooh yes, what a productive, memorable weekend.

Braveheart.

Reality hit her like how it would if a cancer patient was told there was no chance of survival.

He is right.

She finally, finally found out what happened last night. Nooo, not what happened last night but that she found out about it last night- ah hahaha! And what a coincidence that you (yes, you who ate toasted bread with her ;p) asked her about it.

Oh, I see. I guess I was the only one with a pinch, dash, ounce, of hope.

Should I blow out the candle, then?

Will post up pictures of the conference when I feel like it. Thanks Kok Siang for helping me take pro pictures with my noob 5.1 mp camera ;p

And I suppose I'll also gossip about the conference ;D

I realise with creeping horror that this time next week will be my concert night!

Must. Master. This. By. Next. FRIDAY!

good night ladies!

P.S. That isn't me! The one sitting on the throne looking for answers is, though XP.

My Heart's Crippled By The Pain That I Keep On Holding

I'm so tired that my legs hurt when I sit *grimace*.

What with all the running around-ness this evening, and then 2 hours of ballet, it's no wonder why I ate alot ;p

The conference started today, and I was pretty excited cuz it's my first time ;DDD

The delegate of Vietnam didn't turn up. Siiiiigh- but there were many interesting faces from different schools/colleges. My favourite ;p I don't know which was tougher- running errands or doing all that research and coming up with resolutions. Depends on what you have to offer y'know? Braiiiiins or Brawwwwwn! My hall had a pretty interesting topic. I'm learning much from this conference-y stuff.

And I pledge to wear more formal tomorrow and Sunday! ;)

Good Things Come For Boys Who Wait.

If it really was over, why can't she convince herself that it is?



It is true that "no man is an island". Every man is an island. It is only when two islands meet, and decide to build a bridge to connect each other, that they will meet in between. What happens if he wants to use bricks and she decides on wood? This is when differences are found.

What happens when he's the only one doing all the work, connecting his island to hers? He will enter the island, but he may never find her. Unless he did indeed find her, and with determination and strong will, manages to convince her to come up to the bridge.



But what happens when his bridge was built too fast, and while she catches up, the huricane tears it down?



On a less metaphorical note, I'm finding out that as cool as it sounds, Admin really means being the "waterboy" or the "dude who picks up the tennis balls" =.= or the postman. But that means I get to read notes ;p too bad no one would send one to me ;( *sniff* on the other hand, me excited!

He's A One Stop Shot, With A Real Big-

-Heart. I meant HEART :D

Anyway...

Are you ready for some "lovely" scientificky jokes?

Well feast your eyes on these!

I have tons more but there are more important things in life to think of like my ESL tutorial TOMORROW. !@#$%^&*(!~@$^&*

oh wells.

Sweet, Sugar, Candyman

So here I am looking for Answers when I came across this:

"Well, basically, the guy would be the supply and the girl would be the demand. And this could be in terms of goods and services or currency."

THIS is the answer for what Love means. In an economics perspective. I actually got this from my all-time favourite kindy friend Victor from his blog http://cv-parody.blogspot.com/ :D

He also stated "The longer the time period, the higher the rate of inflation of the girl." HAHA, I don't exactly know what this means, but I like the sound of it ;D

And then my macha Yi Wenn added "With love, the opportunity cost is zero."

Wow, these statements are so new and exciting to me! LOLlolLOL. Since I'm so caught up in the Biology and Chemistry world of vocabulary. Hmm, there's just so little I know of, and so much to find out! *snort*

Anyschmooze, it's been a long time since you acknowledged my presence. Too long. However, every man (or woman) has their day and mine was today :) eheehee.

Gotta go look for more Answers for my Chemistry report tomorrow.

Au revoir!

All The Violent, Sweet Perfect Words That You Said.

If I were a boy, even just for a day, I would get out of bed in the morning, put on what I wanted and go. Drink beer with the guys, and chase after girls, I can do whatever I wanted, and never be confronted for it, cuz they'll stick up for me...

Haha, imagine if we could make lyrics into a dialogue. Cool! People will be like "wow you're sooo creative!" :D I'll show you what's creative! These sentences:

A Boy Called Dilbert Eventually Found Greatness. He Invented “Just Kidding”. Losing Money, Not Opportunity, Pays. Queerly, Reggie Seemed To Understand Vaguely Why Xandria Yawns Zanily.

A Bug Crawled Down Eerily From God’s Hands. It Jumped Kindly, Losing More Nuts Onto Pamela. Quietly, Robbers Started To Unite Vulgarly When Xeno’s Yard Zombified.

Do you get it? Each word is made up of the first letter of every alphabet in order! Haha, I deserve the Nobel Prize.

Anywhoo, it's been one week since I dragged my sorry self to college on a daily basis and I have to say, I'm still not adjusted to waking up early and getting used to this routine yet again. However, I have to admit I do lurve going to college ;D

And today has got to be one of the most relaxing days in a looong time. Because we had 4 hours of free period in a row- of which 2 we spent on lunch break but still. Life as we know it is good.

Completed our Moral Video, which was (I hope) hilarious. You guys have to attend Moral classes to watch it! XP.

Still to come, our English Tutorial. Hope I don't get the jitterbugs or a mind block and be able to babble like crazy.

Get well soon Ms. Math and Ms. Chem! Watch out for AHINI (haha, good one Daniel Khaw ;p) and the sucky haze.

Peace out!

Hold Me Down Sweet And Low

Blogging in class is FUN because we're soooooo busy :D

Some people don't like getting in on all the action... (cuz they're emo that's why XP)

OUR best friend!

And you left without saying goodbye...

I Can't Keep My Hands Out The Cookie Jar.

Have you ever wondered what it's like to have an inner ballerina, waiting to unleash it into the world in all its flexible, graceful glory? I mean, doesn't the saying sound like "inside every man is a ballerina waiting to come out?"


Have you ever wondered what it's like to have a ballerina inside of you?

Yes you have.

Don't bluff :P

Well, the good news is; now you CAN!

Because now, in 21st century Malaysia, you are able to purchase..

wait for it...

Ballerina cookies!

WOOHOOOOOO!

Well where can you possibly get these, you may ask?

Why, at Ikea of course!

Yes seriously. Any sane minded person will think Ikea is a furniture store: a FurniWorld, you may say. But it's not just any furniture department, it sells everything from Swedish meatballs to cheesecakes to unknown cupcakes. Including Ballerina cookies!

Indulge in them and soon, you'll be dancing your way to the likes of Odile and Odette!

I can't help it that I'm such a cookie whore..

Haha, seriously, everytime I think of cookies the Cookie Jar song comes to mind. I don't even know the accurate name of that song!

So anyways, my brother made a remake of the song which goes like this:

I like dogs,

They like me,

They look so good,

Except in jeans..

And the best part is, he actually thinks that's the lyrics!

Loser.

Like hello, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that dogs obviously do not look good in jeans. It makes their butt look small. Even my hot-dog (get it? HOT dog but it's not like hot-dog as in the roll with sausage combo.. :D) Chloe won't look good in jeans.

After the first 5 minutes of opening the tube....... Naah, I just transferred the cookies into the cookie jar :D

Anyschmooze, I'm cravin' them Ballerina cookies now. When I should be thinking of other nice, normal things. Like the end of the world. But that's for another nice sunshiney day =]

P.S. It's back to the grind for the next... forever. Whooopee =]

I Take A Deep Breath And Try To Move On.

Familiar?

Since I'm such a ballet addict, I'll write about some amusing things that happen in my dance studio.

1. My dance instructor is hard to please. She has such high standards when it comes to the quality of our work that I end up being hard to please too. ah-ha. As in being highly critical about things. Just today, I was watching the previous class' ballet (the one before mine, silly) and the whole time I was watching her, she would frown so distastefully at every single mistake that it looks as though the dancers were utter noobs. Personally, whenever that happens to me I end up stumbling through my routine. Which is why I don't ever make eye contact with her whenever I have to do a dance routine *lol *

2. Last week, there was this little girl (Japanese, I presume) who stormed out of the studio (well, if you count stamping out with her cute lil feet as stomping) and sulked at the lounge area. Have you ever seen a little girl sulk? She's so cute that I bet if she were to randomly come to me, of all people, to tell me what's wrong, I would've cooed at her and go "ohh who's a good girl? oh yesh you areee" whilee pinching her cheeks and totally ignoring her cries. Anyschmooze, her mini friends later came out of the aforementioned studio and confronted her. She stubbornly said "I don't ever want to dance anymore. I want to quit!" whoa, such determination; such anger and decisiveness! And I thought to myself, duuuuude, that was me about 15 years ago! I swear, if I weren't me I'd go up to her, grab her by her teeny tiny shoulders, give her a good shake and go "Gurl, if you quit, you will regret for the rest of your life when you realise your true passion for dance! There is no cure for regret I tell you! No. Cure." Oh well, since I'm still me, I sat there with my friend and giggled about the cutie pies and their sordid affairs. However, the little lady's problem was solved the minute her friends suggested quitting after the concert. Then she will be able to "wear the pretty costume and put make up on and perform". She shrugged her shoulders and followed them back to the studio. Whoa, honestly, I do not know what to say to that!

3. Not too long ago, there was this teenaged boy sitting at the lounge. Hormonal, I presume. See, there aren't many boys in my dance school. Just about everyone's female and the way I see it, he looked like he's ready to give up a million bucks if that was what it took to get him out of there. He sat there, all moody and anti-social, trying to blend in into the sofa. However, he did have sort of the best seat since he was facing directly into a studio. The studio that I use. darn it. So when it was time for our class, we went in and stripped down to our skintight leotards. And ohh-emm-gee, he was positively gaping. With his mouth hanging from his jaw. AH-HAHA. He looked so hilarious. Like he was in paradise. I caught the moment and smirked directly at him. He looked so embarrassed I could see him blushing all the way from the studio :P I just lurve making people feel awkward!

Apart from that, there's the odd thing or two that are not worth mentioning.

xxx

Chloe

I hated her the first time we brought her home. I resented the fact that my family still wanted her despite my allergic reactions to fur. I did not go anywhere near her, nor give her the warm welcome she truly deserves. I ignored her for two whole weeks and did not acknowledge her presence although she craved attention- she was barely 3 months old at that time. Before we brought her home, there was one thing I did- I named her Chloe. My brother wanted something cooler but no, we settled for Chloe. On that Wednesday, she was brought home, shivering from fear and the car ride. I glared at her.

The first time I held her was when I brought her into the house, from the balcony, away from the raging thunder and storm at 2 a.m. That night, I lay awake, listening to the strong winds. My emotions overruled my pride and I went out, held her in my arms and brought her in. I stayed up with her curled in my lap until the rain was over. She licked me continuosly throughout the two hours I stayed up for her. Back then, she was smaller than my size 7 feet. She still had baby fat, she was round and chubby.

She grew up fast. I remembered her first injection. She cried so loud I ended up tearing as well. She was so grand that she only slept on soft materials- like silk carpets. She still did. I got over my fear of allergies and started to grow fond of her.

She was stubborn. Playful. Affectionate. Persistent. Unladylike. Needy. She loved biting our socks and "killing" it. She loved chasing us around and got so mad when she could not keep up with us. She would bark the whole night if that was what it'll take for us to let her into the house. She would bark at my maid if her meal wasn't served at 12 noon sharp. Yet, she had the posture and grace of a good breed. She's not easy to win over, either. She'd only wag her bushy tail when she wants something. No matter how many times we scolded her, she never did stop licking us affectionately.

And then it happened. On the 2nd of June, she had fits. We were terrified. We thought it was due to exhaustion of travelling in the car for 2 hours. That she had nausea. But it happened again the next day. I was home without my dad, who tended to her the day before. I did not know what to do. I did exactly as my dad did the day before in trying to help her cope with her fits.

Slightly before 7 a.m. today, I was woken up with the words "Chloe sudah mati." I sprang out of bed and sure enough, I went out to see her lifeless body. Stiff. I howled in pain and sadness. She had so selfishly left without saying goodbye. I could not believe it. I called out her name multiple times. Her eyes were still open. But void of any life. I ran to my parents bedroom and cried uncontrollably while I struggled to wake them up and tell them what happened.

In all 18 years of my life, this was the second time I saw my mother crying. I will never understand the pain she had to go through when she wrapped Chloe's body in her blanket and placed her into the box.

She was the last among her 5 siblings to enter this world. But she was the first to leave. We brought her home in a green and white box. She left us through that same box.

In loving memory of Chloe: July 2008- 4th June 2009

Hollywood Hills and Suburban Thrills.

I am dark.
I am red.

I am mildly sunburnt.

Other than that, I am somewhat satisfied.

The trip was better than I expected after all.

Here are some fun facts about what actually happened:

1. You can ride horses by the beach. The horses poop into the sea as well, and urinate into the wonderful coarse sand.

2. You can also go parachuting. It helps if you're skinny because otherwise it's gonna be hard to take off and land. I'm just saying.

3. I must've ogled at a guy with a six-pack. I mean come on, most guys have a one-pack (which means a really huge tummy), or a two pack but six? I must've stared too long cuz his sister beside him was giving me "the look". haha

4. They have Crunchie bars at the souvenir shop- it's a "Golden Hokey Pokey covered in Cadbury Dairy Milk Milk Chocolate". I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. I can't find them anywhere in K.L. anymore and so one can only imagine my "uncomfortable state of heightened arousal" (hoho, yes I've been studying Psycho like the nerd I am 8D). The reason for this arousal being that I bought and ate some while knowing I'm supposedly on a diet (or am I?) LoL.

5. I went hunting for the DVD's YOU requested for. Yes, you better be grateful. And I hope they work XP.

Other than that, everything went by in a blur. The beach is still awesome. The waves are still riding high. The sun is still scorching-actually, more than ever. Yep, we had some fun under the sun.

P.S. My poor dog is having fits :'( anyone knows how to cure or what to do? *sniff sniff*