Karma is a boomerang

Here it is again yet it stings like the first time.

2009-03-06T17:47:00.002+08:00

I'm like two days away from leaving to India. And for those of you who still don't know, I'm going to Manipal to do medicine. ( I feel funny saying it la, I'm probably just not used to it, I think.)

I'm going to be dissecting bodies from now onwards and my blog is going to be filled with pictures of visceral organs and cadavers and I'll probably have a viewer's discretion sign on the top of the page. Wtf la. God forbid. I promise you that my blog will be safe to read while eating and even if not, I'll warn you guys first.

On a different note, I'm feeling pretty sad about leaving. There's so much at home that I'm going to miss. And if I could fit everything in a suitcase, I would bring it all with me. But all that can come along with me are the only small pieces of the entire puzzle. Sigh.

It just hit me suddenly, when I had to choose what Maggi flavour I wanted and when I was buying three-in-one sachets of Milo and Nescafe. It was just like before I left to Subang, but this is not the
four-hour-ride-away-from-home anymore. This is waayy different.

Everybody is telling me that time will fly by and before I know it, I'll be home again. I want to believe them badly but I know that I'm going to miss out on soo many things in this two and the half years period. There will be family reunions, birthdays, engagements and weddings that I'll be missing on.
And I swear I'll cry if my baby cousin doesn't recognise me anymore after six months.

I've been trying to eat all my favourite food here and I just don't think I can have all that I want before I leave. I was trying to memorise the taste of laksa the other day and my sister started laughing at me. I know I probably sound pathetic but I've to live for six months without having all my comfort Malaysian food.

Before I leave, I'm going to memorise every single detail of my home and my room, till every single small mark and the absolute slightest detail is vivid in my memory. And I'll make sure it never does fade away, even the scent of my room and the sound of my dad's lamb chop sizzling on the pan.

This is only the small part of how I'm feeling now and I know it's going to get worse during the last few minutes when I'm leaving all the familiar faces to somewhere far and different and maybe even evil.

Sob sob.

Dark passion play.

2009-03-02T11:27:00.006+08:00

I saw Anas Zubedy's plea in The Star on a full blown page, N37 and I really salute him for stepping up and saying this in the media. It's not something anybody would have the balls to do.

Quoting him:

Dear Malaysian Politicians,

Please stop the power chase, call for a truce and focus on the economy.

I do not claim to speak on behalf of all Malaysians, but I have strong convictions that many share my sentiments.

Our concern today is not who rules the country or heads the state governments but the looming bad economy.

Whether Barisan Nasional or Pakatan Rakyat leads, it is meaningless if Malaysians have no job to go to, no money to pay rent and no means to put food on the table.

I am a business owner, like other business owners and managers of corporations I have a responsibility to ensure people under my care and payroll continue to have jobs and a decent income to take home. We work hard and willing to go the extra mile to make sure our nation not only survive this crisis but come out stronger and wiser. We need your help.

Let me explain. I am in the business of Training, Development and Consultancy and have 20 people in my team.

Saedah is 42. She keeps the office clean and helps organise the training rooms. She has four children and her husband is unemployed. She was first hired on a part time basis, because she is very hard working and has a great attitude, we offered her a full time job to help provide a stable income for her family. Even then, when her third child started school this year, it was a struggle for her to buy new school uniforms and other necessities. Saedah lives on a ‘kais bulan, makan bulan’ basis, so, if she is jobless, her tap runs dry.

Samsuri is 27 years old. He lives with his sister and her family in a low cost government flat in Sunway. He does our despatch, helps with various clerical works and occasionally acts as a driver. During the first week at zubedy, we learned that he not only did not have money to buy new clothes and shoes for work, he had no money for lunch. Like Saedah, if he has no job, his tap runs dry too.

Alicia in Client Servicing turns 26 this year. She lives with her dad who is 71 years old and retired. Her mom passed away when she was little. Alicia is a hard-working team member, has a gentle caring outlook and fun to be with. (We like to poke fun at her as she blushes easily). Last May her dad went through a major operation, thank God he has recovered well. Alicia needs a job, both for herself and her dad.

Sudesh, 38, is one of our facilitators. When his father passed away last year, he moved back and lives with his mother in Seremban. He shuttles between Kuala Lumpur and Seremban daily, leaving home sometimes as early as 4 in the morning and returning late at night. He is no stranger to hard work and sacrifice, he knows what he needs to do to survive and to care for his mother, but he too needs a job.

Like fellow Malaysians, every one of us in zubedy needs employment, those that live from hand to mouth like Saedah and Samsuri and others like Alicia and Sudesh with family to care for. We Malaysians need the Malaysian economy to be strong. We need you, our leaders, to work hard and to work together to make our economy viable.

So this is my plea.

Pakatan Rakyat, please stop your attempts to take over the federal government and persuade BN’s lawmakers to join you. Stop all legal proceedings, no more 916 and let go, just let go. The nation can wait till the next general elections if they want change. By doing so, Malaysians will see your party as caring, unselfish and gracious and give you their support in the next elections.

Barisan Nasional, please stop any attempts to take over PR states and win over PR’s lawmakers. You have proven your point with Perak. The nation can wait for the next general elections if they want your party. Focus all your talent, energy and hard work in steering the country out of an economic downturn. By doing so, Malaysians will see your party as caring, unselfish and smart and give you their support in the next elections.

BN and PR! Call for a truce. Get together and compromise. Someone has to give in. Or has hate consumed your heart till it blinds you? You can do it. You have enough intelligent people between you. I am sure you can find solutions. Take the nation to heart. That is why you are in politics in the first place.

Focus on the people.

Focus on the economy.

Anas Zubedy
Managing Director
Zubedy (M) Sdn Bhd

Well said, don't you think?

I think people need to become more aware and educated so that the government realise that they cannot fool us anymore and should be afraid of us and give us all that we expect from them. Until we stop being foolish and ignorant and stop fearing them, only then, they'll stop exploiting us.

Worlds collide.

2009-02-25T17:35:00.007+08:00

In the eyes of all the narrow-minded teachers at my high school, I was the-girl-with-the-attitude-problem.

They didn't care that I got good grades or that I helped pull up the average of the school in major examinations or that I had 10 stunning A's for SPM or that I debated for the school and state or that I wrote stuff for the school in competitions or that I helped raising funds for the school.

And most importantly, they never cared about the 500 ringgit that my teammates and I won in a competition, which we were forced to donate to the school.

All that mattered to them was that I had hair falling all over my face and that I skipped school a little too often and I was rude to them.

So what if I stayed home during school days because I thought my teachers weren't doing a very good job teaching and that I would rather be studying at home than attending school? With my parents' permission at that.

So fine, I had hair falling over my eyes but who am I harming by doing so? And when some rigid, kampung mentality teacher questions me about my hair and start making rude remarks, what's wrong in standing up for myself by raising my voice?

So to all the asshole teachers in my high school who sat in the staffroom all day shaking their legs, eating karipap and drinking teh ais, talking about what an epic failure Tharani Naidu is going to become, I'll tell you now that I'm going to medical school and will be a successful doctor. And when you come running to me to save your lives, I might have to think twice.

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p/s- I didn't mean all the teachers in my high school, just certain narrow-minded ones who were always finding faults in students and bullying those who were too afraid to stand up for themselves. But to the rest of the teachers who always had faith in me, I love you guys.

Agony and irony.

2009-02-15T17:09:00.008+08:00

Yes, I found my passport. It was in this isolated drawer at home, I mean nobody would ever think of looking for something there. It's like a hidden and concealed and unnoticeable drawer. That's why i took so long to look for it, you know. It's like an impossible place to look for a missing passport.

Totally and extremely and awfully impossible.

Okay la. Wtf la. I'm lying. It was in this drawer so close to the television, the first place anybody would think of checking if they were looking for something. Of course, I didn't think of looking for my passport there la because I'm such a genius that even I amaze myself sometimes.

It's so typical of me to ignore what's right before my eyes la, I tell you. I even thought of searching the dustbin but not that drawer, the toilet but not that drawer. I emptied all my jeans pockets and checked inside the washing machine also. You know, I think I walked past that drawer a gazillion times but never once thought of looking inside it.

So when I was like in a gonna die state, I told my sister about the missing passport and that I'll have to smuggle myself out of the country and would she bail me out if I get caught by the police.

She looked at me like I was crazy and said, "It should be around here somewhere la." And I said, "No, it's not. I looked for it everywhere already la."

Oh, and I emphasized soo much on that everywhere.

I think my sister panicked a little too so she said she'd help me to look for it. And so she stood up and walked straight up to that drawer and opened it and took my passport out and said, "Eh, you want attention is it?"

Sigh.

I think I just told everyone what a dork I am on my own blog.

I misplaced

2009-02-08T23:23:00.004+08:00

my passport.

I
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screwed.

Stayin' alive.

2009-01-30T13:32:00.004+08:00

Mmm. I think I've lost the passion to blog. I'd summarize what I've been doing and I end up with zero content.

I've been sleeping my days away, not cause of exhaustion but boredom. I don't even know what day is it today.

I hate being home where there are simply not enough snacks. I wonder how the rest of my family survives. And there isn't any more tissue paper. So sad la my life. No place to blow my nose also.

I'm craving for peanut butter and ice cream. And it has to be satisfied pronto. Or else I'm going to go crazy. Sob sob.

One thing I hate about new books is that I get paper cuts while reading them. I'm so prone to paper cuts la, I don't know why. I always end up with cuts after a night of cramming up for exams.

Sometimes I feel like throwing away all my dirty, folded and disgusting looking one ringgit notes. I don't know why but I rather throw them into the bin then giving them away.

I can't wait for Sunday. Eh, isn't it Saturday already? No wait, yesterday was Wednesday. I don't know la. I've lost track of time. Everyday is exactly the same so I can't distinguish the days anymore.

Maybe I should go to some culinary school and end up making chocolate bourbon pecan tarts and hazelnut cakes with chocolate truffle fillings for the rest of my life.

Or I could run away to fashion school, designing shoes and dresses and live happily ever after.

Or I could be a good girl and listen to my mum, go to medical school and spend the rest of my life killing people.

My cranium is pounding and I'm so sleepy. Which is crazy, considering I woke up just a few hours ago. I think I need help.

Bye bye.

2 0 0 9

2009-01-04T12:14:00.004+08:00

The year 2009 has not exactly been very nice to me. Yes, it has only been a few days but everything seems to be so harsh, I'm almost afraid of the whole year that lies ahead.

Okay fine, I'll quit lamenting about how the year feels so lazy and I didn't bother making any resolutions because I know I can never stick to any of them.

And by the end of 2009, I'll be on my way to becoming a doctor or possibly a stand-up comedian.

Meet the muttons.

2008-12-15T08:55:00.006+08:00

I don't know if any of you guys listen to the radio. Much less 98.7 since it's a Singapore radio station. And there's this show from 8 pm to 12 pm called the Muttons at Midnight which is so so so hilarious.

Okay. Here's the thing. There are two guys, Justin and Vernon, known as the muttons, who are like the funniest people, trust me, they are. And there's this segment on the show called the 'Roast Muttons.' The thing about this segment is people call up the muttons and exchange insults with them. The person who runs out of insults loses and if you win, you get a phone. A very canggih phone, at that.

Cool huh. You insult people and you win a phone. It might sound dumb to you but it's really really funny.

"You're so ugly that when your mum gave birth to you, they called the X-files and CSI crew to arrest you."

"You're so fat that your mum is still giving birth to you."

"You're so fat that when you leave the beach they shouted 'THE COAST IS CLEAR!'"

"You're so stupid you're a kindergarten dropout."

"Justin’s so fat, when he told me his weight, I thought it was the phone number".

"You're so flat, an aeroplane landed on your chest."

"You're so fat that when I swerved to avoid you on the road, I ran out of petrol."

So there. Funny right? Right? It's so catchy, you start playing with everyone else around you. Even my mum was laughing hysterically to all their jokes. And come on, if my mum laughed along, these guys are surely something.

Ooooh. And Vernon can tell really awesome jokes. Here's one.

There are three guys at the toilet. First guy went into the cubicle, and when he came out, he washed his hands and used lots of toilet paper.

Then he looked at the other two guys and said, "I've been taught to be thorough."

Second guy went into the cubicle, came out, washed his hands and used one tiny piece of toilet paper.

He looked at the other two and said, "I've been taught to be environmental-friendly."

Third guy went into the cubicle, and when he came out, he didn't wash his hands, or use the toilet paper.

He then, smirked at the other two guys and said, "I've been taught not to piss on my hands."

Hahahahahahaha.

*hysterically laughing with teary eyes*

Sigh.

The muttons better pay me for this.

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p/s- The results are out on the 17th, which is like day after tomorrow. Damn. It's scarier when you put it like that. And so, this morning my personal message on msn was 17171717171717171717. And Edwin was like, is that your age? wtf man wtf.

Tagged. Yes. Again.

2008-12-12T18:01:00.005+08:00

Tag 6 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.

I was tagged by Adam Gan.

I tag:-

- Everyone
- from
- the
- land
- of
- Zekemekemakakekekuku.

1st : What's your name?

Bennirossiflaragatoshimato from the land of Zekemekemakakekekuku.

2nd : How old are you?

2873 thousand years old.

3rd : What are three electronics you can't live without?

What does electronics mean? From the land where I evolved into a Flaragatoshi, there were no such things as electronics.

4th : Are you amazing?

Yes, I am. I'm the King of all Flaragatoshi's from the land of Zekemekemakakekekuku.

5th : What is the brand of the phone you are using?

What is a phone? Is it the thing all female Flaragatoshi's use to cover the growth on their chests?

6th : What colour is your phone?

I don't use a phone. I am a male Flaragatoshi. Males do not have growths on their chests.

7th : Have you slept in school/college before?

No. I am a virgin.

8th : How long do you online in one day?

Online? I refuse to walk on a line.

9th : How would you describe yourself?

I am a very endowed male. And I have the most charming tail that all woman like.

10th : What's your favourite topic to talk about?

Myself.

11th : Which teacher do you like?

The teacher who gives us sex education.

12th : Who do you think is the most handsome in your class?

Me, of course.

13th : Who are you currently aiming on?

The princess from the land of Malasakatokotaki.

14th : Do you know a lot of your sibling's secrets?

Yes. My brother is not a male.

15th : How do you rate your sibling?

Zero.

16th : Is your sibling gorgeous?

No.

17th : Do you judge people?

Yes. Anybody better than me will be executed.

18th: Have no idea what happen to question 18.

What? Who is so irresponsible? They will have to be thrown out of my kingdom.

19th : Are you lazy to tag people?

No. I tagged everyone in my kingdom.

20th : Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?

Please. The phone is a very private property of a female.

21st : What's 2 + 2?

Two plus two.

22nd : Who's your idol?

I am my idol.

23rd : Are you a monster?

No. I am a Flaragatoshi.

24th : Do you play with Barbie dolls?

Of course. Every male in my kingdom must play with one to prove his masculinity.

25th : What was the last movie you watched?

The video of my birth.

26th : What do you think about your English?

I speak the best English in my kingdom.

27th : What do you think about your Bahasa Malaysia?

My Bahasa Malaysia? I do not have a Bahasa Malaysia. I am not married.

28th : Who do you hate?

All my servants.

29th : Do you love yourself?

Definitely.

30th : Blurt out 5 random words.

I am very gay. Oops.

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5 random words from me?

Oh boy. I am crazy.

Tag the lazy bug.

2008-12-10T12:53:00.007+08:00

sher: hey you... in a desperate attempt to see a blog post, you've been tagged, see my blog.

Now everybody's desperate for me to blog. Kidding la.

Rules & Regulations:-

Do not copy answers.

The tag questions must be 100% the same.

Tag people after doing tag.

No tagging back.

( Too bad there's nothing on changing the rules and regulations. Hehehe. )

New and improved Rules & Regulations:-

Copying answers are fine but only dimwits would do such things.

The tag questions must be 100% the same.

Tag people but people are not forced to do the tag.

Tag back if you want cause I'm not forced to do the tag.

I shall tag:-

1. Adam la. ( You are forced to do it. You tag me, I tag you back. )

2. DS. ( You don't have to do it la. )

3. Benny. ( Just do it, lazy pig. )

4. Sha-maine. ( You have the choice. )

5. Big Edwin. ( You seriously need to update your blog man. Like, seriously. )

6. Pritasha. ( I'm sorry I never linked you correctly in my blog. And I'm too lazy to change. )

7. Cindy. ( Make your blog public la. I'm too lazy to sign in blogger every time. )

8. Sarah. ( You too seriously need to update your blog more. )

9. And and Wei Wern dearest. ( I miss you.)

Questions:-

1. How do you know 1?

In college. I think the first question he asked me was, "Who do you think is the hottest guy in our class?" And I'm not saying what I answered him.

2. What would you do if you never met 2?

I'd probably have missed out on the best times of my life.

3. What would you do if 3 and 4 dated you?

Benny? I'd have been dead. He would torture me to my grave. Erm, Sha-maine just cannot date me cause, number one, she's a girl and number two, she has the most fabulous boyfriend.

4. Would 5 and 6 make a good couple?

*cough cough* I'm never letting my sister near that guy. Edwin is a great guy but definitely not with my sister.

5. Do you think 7 is attractive?

Yep. Definitely. She's one hot chick.

6. Do you know anything about 8's family?

Her brother's quite cute. ( Oh Sarah, don't kill me. )

7. Tell me something about 9.

Oooh. She's my favourite. She's a smart-ass bitch who loves E coli. ( Hehe.)

8. What language does 2 speak?

English. Sometimes when I have no idea what he's saying, I assume it's Greek.

9. Who is 3 going out with?

Sydney girl.

10. How old is number 4?

Eighteen.

11. 5?

Eighteen too.

12. Who is 6 favourite singer?

Don't know. Kids nowadays, God knows what they listen to.

13. 7?

This girl has wicked tastes. Matt Skiba, I guess.

14. Is 8 single?

Yep. And available too.

15. What is 9 last name?

Tan.

16. Would you consider being in a relationship with 1?

Nope. I'm sorry, Adam. You're a fabulous guy though.

17. Which school does 2 go to?

A fucked-up university. In his words.

18. What do you like about 3?

He's a great guy and he's funny and nice.

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And I'm done here. Hurray. Back to bed.

Your pleasure's set up on slow-release.

2008-12-05T11:54:00.003+08:00

Hey blog, how have you been doing? I'm sorry for being so negligent.

I'm sorry your owner prefers sleeping and lazing around and eating than to update you. You do not deserve to be treated such.

Take care, neglected blog.

Plead the fleeting moment to remain.

2008-11-30T12:16:00.003+08:00

Dr Santha kept asking me to stand next to her in this one, and I kept refusing. God knows why but I was so scared to stand next to her.

My so-called date and myself.

Ms Param and us.

The rest of the prom pictures are in my facebook profile. I'm too lazy to upload anymore ugly pictures of myself.

Bye bye.

"We read to know that we are not alone." ~C.S Lewis

2008-11-23T12:05:00.010+08:00

I've been reading reading reading and I have fallen in love with so many books and I almost forgot how different good books smell and this are good stuff good stuff read and read and smile and laugh and cry and regret they ended so fast cause you wish they lasted longer.

All this while I haven't been just hungry, I've been hungry for books.

"Jennifer Aniston and Her New Man'" I read the words aloud uncertainly. "What new man? Why would she need a new man?"

"Oh yes." Nicole follows my gaze, unconcerned. "You know she split up from Brad Pitt?"

"Jennifer and Brad split?" I stare up at her, aghast. "You can't be serious! They can't have done!"

"He went off with Angelina Jolie. They've got a daughter."

"No!" I wail. "But Jen and Brad were so perfect together! They looked so good and they had that lovely wedding picture and everything...."

"They're divorced now." Nicole shrugs, like it's no big deal.

I can't get over this. Jennifer and Brad divorced. The world is a different place.

Rememeber me?
~Sophie Kinsella

"In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future."

Change of heart
~Jodi Picoult

"Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me? I think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it."

Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
~Jonathan Safran Foer

"Women change, Harry," Eamon said, leaning back, getting expensive. "What you have to understand is that at different times in her life, a woman is like the world."

"How's that?"

"Well, from thirteen to eighteen, she's like Africa - virgin territory. From eighteen to thirty, she's like Asia - hot and exotic. From thirty to forty-five, she's like America - fully explored but generous with her resources. From forty-five to fifty-five, she's like Europe - a bit exhausted, a bit knackered, but still with many places of interest. And from fifty five onwards, she's like Australia - everybody knows it's down there somewhere, but very few will make the effort to find it."

Man and wife
~Tony Parsons

And now I'm going to start on One for my baby by Tony Parsons.

I've never been more pleased with myself. =)))

And somehow, this hell is home.

2008-11-13T23:32:00.003+08:00

The finals are over. I'm happy but I know I could have done much better.

I don't know how and I don't care how, but I'm going to awe everyone in medical school. Yes, I'm going to do way better than everyone else, I don't care if I have to raise up the dead for that but I'm going to do it. Oh yes, baby, I am. You scared now? Huh? Huh?

You wait, med school, you just wait for this genius who's going to save lives like she snaps her fingers. (Wait, I don't exactly know how to snap my fingers. Damn.)

Sigh. I was expecting to post something happy and nice since the exams are over and I'm having quite a bit of fun but I typed out all that in a rush before I could even stop myself. So you know what, since I've started ranting, I'm going to continue till I feel better so pardon me.

I can't believe the year has ended so fast. And I can't believe that I'm leaving this shithole already. Tonight will be the last night on my bed here and I can't believe I'm feeling almost sad that I can no longer sleep on this hard, rock-like, on the verge of breaking bed.

Rewind ten months before this, I was complaining about everything. I hated the bed, the bathroom, the whole freaking house actually. I felt dirtier after taking my shower when I first got here. Yes, that's how disgusting the situation of the bathroom is. But then somehow, I got used to it. And I thought I'll never grow on this place but I have. Now, I don't want to leave my shithole. It might be a shithole but it's MY shithole.

God. I'm going to cry now. And I'm so going to miss my friends, my roommate and even my fatass housemate whose laugh that sounds like grating fingernails on a chalkboard. Damn. It's like having a one night stand you know. One fantastic night with someone and then the next morning the person's gone. Only SAM's a year and you have a fantastic year with everybody and then the next year, everyone's gone, heading for different directions.

And no, it does not just stop there. Who has a two minute walk to college, to fastfood and Starbucks coffee? I did. But tomorrow onwards, my life will go back to Cindrella's life before she went to the ball. I sound like some abused child who ran away from home, don't I?

It's not like I don't want to go home. I do. I miss home so much. But to think that it's my last day on this creaking bed is just plain saddening you know. Tomorrow onwards I'm no college student. And I don't know what's in store for me next year. I could end up at some ulu place with no access to Internet, eating Maggi mee every night. Sigh.

And and the SAM results will be in a month plus from now. Which scares me so much too.

I'm packing now and it's so depressing to see everything for almost the last time. Sigh.

I'm about to go to bed and tomorrow, I'm going to leave this place with reluctance and possibly even tears.

Good night, Subang Jaya.

God bless catastrophe.

2008-10-23T20:41:00.008+08:00

Okay. Fine.

Have a nice day.

Goodnight.

These are words that could twist around the heart like vines. And make you cry.

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p/s- I seem to have developed a flu. And a migraine and a sore throat and high fever. The flu is so agonizing and I'm sneezing like ten times at a go. And my ear is constantly blocked which means I'm partially deaf too, and when Sha-maine was talking to me this morning, I actually couldn't hear a damn thing, so I just nodded. And then she repeated her question and I realised that I actually nodded to, "What class are we supposed to be in?". Sigh. I feel like I'm dying a slow and painful death. God knows if I'll ever recover from this incessant headache and I think I forgot how life feels like without a blocked ear.

p/p/s- Can I do exceptionally well in the final exam by studying in say, seven days?

Stalemate.

2008-10-09T15:08:00.005+08:00

"You know everything happens for a reason."

"See, that I don't need. That is a cliche. That is not helpful to me. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush... I have no bird, I have no bush. God has taken my bird and my bush."

Sent home to be with the Lord.

2008-09-19T11:31:00.008+08:00

Note: The following post contains pictures that may be disturbing to some people. Read it under your own risk.

I mentioned in my last post about the biomedical workshop that Benny and I had attended. And I promised to put up the pictures. So yeah, meet Maximillion, the rat.

I think he's adorable. Although I was quite scared to even touch him in the beginning.

Benny and Max. We thought he was a girl at first. Max, not Benny. Then, we found his ....

Waiting to be disected. Such an obedient rat. Okay fine, he was subconscious.

Benny shaved off some of its fur and I started to disect it. And I accidentally, you know, pulled out the guts ( that green thing in the picture ). It was an accident! Really. And then I accidentally punctured the guts too and the shit oozed out. And Benny started to scold me cause of the smell. But it was an accident! I swear!

And then, we found its kidney and started looking for the heart.

Poor Maximillion. Benny and I were just too curious. Sigh.

You live and you burn.

2008-09-10T22:18:00.011+08:00

I have severe bacterial conjunctivitis. Yes, don't come near me. My eyes constantly hurt and are constantly red and are constantly watering and people are constantly asking me if I'm crying.

So you see, I can't wear contact lenses for a week which means I have to wear glasses. And I usually only use my glasses during classes, so, when I'm walking around college, I'm half blind. Wait, make it three-quarters blind.

And some people come up to me saying, "Eh, you damn stuck up ah. I say hi also, you pretend don't know ni."

The truth is, I'm actually squinting at everything and everybody I see trying to figure out shapes and sizes and colour. Mind you, I can't even differentiate the opposite sex without the aid of my glasses.

So, if you see me in college, try putting up your hands and wave them wildly in my direction screaming my name out loud. And if I still don't response, then I'm really sorry, okay?

Apart from me being blind, life is pretty much fucked up right now. The trials are coming and I'm still chilling and I know I'm going to freak out at the last minute but I still can't be bothered just yet and here I am, blogging at Starbucks when I'm supposed to be studying.

Oh and I'm supposed to blog about the workshop Benny and I went to last week. We disected a rat and I accidentally punctured the rat's gut and all its shit squeezed out and the whole lab started to stink. But it was fun though. Will post up the pictures and explain in detail soon.

I'm having a headache now by the way. Caffeine overdose, I should think. Stupid trials.

P.S- Alkaline Trio's Burn rock.

P.P.S- Happy 18th birthday, Aravind! Hope you get a hot girlfriend soon.

The old man just got older.

2008-08-27T19:04:00.007+08:00

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Benny. He wasn't actually a boy, he was an old man. But as we all know, old men live in denial. So Benny thinks he's a young boy. He became 81 years old today but he believes he just reached 18.

HAPPY 81ST BIRTHDAY OLD MAN!

Happy birthday QQ boy. This post is specially for you. Now you owe me a Subway sandwich.

It could be (a), (b) or (c).

2008-08-23T20:56:00.004+08:00

1. I didn't have time to update my blog because:

(a) I had fun during the holidays.

(b) I was lazy.

(c) All of the above.

2. During the holidays:

(a) I met up with friends.

(b) Spent one hour maximum trying to read up on chemistry.

(c) All of the above.

3. I came back one day earlier from JB because:

(a) I thought my apartment would be a more conducive place to study.

(b) I guess it's more inspiring to blog here than to study.

(c) All of the above.

4. On my way back here:

(a) I had to endure six hours of controlling my bladder.

(b) I got drenched in rain and I'm having a fucking migraine now.

(c) All of the above.

5. Right now:

(a) I could throw a chicken on Benny's face.

(b) I could use some nice coffee.

(c) All of the above.

6. If you ask why I could throw a chicken on Benny's face:

(a) I don't like the chicken.

(b) Benny was a naughty naughty boy.

(c) All of the above.

And, ladies and gentlemen, if you had picked the answer (c) for every question above, you're absolutely right!

*Claps*

And here's explanation for question number 6:

тнαяαиι says:
heyy

тнαяαиι says:
how was the holidays?

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
apa lu mau

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
sangat stress la

тнαяαиι says:
oops sorry

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
ingat boleh rehat

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
ibubapa pergi bercuti

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya di rumah sibuk masak, cuci baju, cuci tempat anjing

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
pungut tahi anjing

тнαяαиι says:
poor thing

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya perlu pigi lipat baju saya

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
bye bye

тнαяαиι says:
have fun

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya hanya on9 untuk lihat e-mel

тнαяαиι says:
sorry la

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
itu bukan fun

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
itu susah

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
mau study pun tak boleh

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya ambil itu ct3 chem

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
satu perkara saya pun tak tau

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
sudah mati lo

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya mau bye bye

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
bye bye

тнαяαиι says:
bye

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
cakap dgn u pada hari isnin

Grrrrr. Geramnya.

It's ih-RAHN-ean lah.

2008-08-07T23:22:00.003+08:00

I feel like I just got a TER of 99.9.

According to Charles Harrington Elster, who is probably America’s foremost pronunciation expert, in a brand-new edition of his “Big Book of Beastly Mispronunciations,” he mentions, “I recommend ih-RAHN-ean for a global usage, but ih-RAYN-ean could be acceptable in certain societies."

See. See. See. Ih-RAHN-ean for a GLOBAL usage. I knew I was right.

I know you're not wrong either but we speak GLOBAL man. GLOBAL.

For those who think I've gone nuts, I had this argument with someone on the way to pronounce Iranian. Well, it wasn't exactly an argument.

Me : There's is hot Ih-RAHN-ean guy at college called Peter.

Him : It's Ih-RAYN-ean not Ih-RAHN-ean lah.

Me : (too interested in the hot guy to bother) Alah. Whatever. He's damn hot la, wei.

But my dear, although I seemed like I didn't care about it then, I'm too much a perfectionist to let it go just like that.

And now, I feel like a fucking millionaire cause I was right, or at least, more right than you were.

I'm soo going to get myself a Caramel Frap from Starbucks to celebrate.

Sing me a lullaby.

2008-08-06T23:42:00.001+08:00

Iknowthisisextremelyrandombutjustshutupandreadlah.

- I cooked yesterday with Sherene and our meatball spaghetti turned out quite good for first timers.

- I have food poisoning. I wonder what caused it. What's the last thing I ate again? Meatball spaghe.. No, wait. Can't be.

- I attempted to read Physics at Starbucks yesterday. Oh the perfections of coffee.

- I love the colour of my new contact lenses but no one seems to notice it. Oh bother.

- I think the haze is killing me. First, my visions are getting blur. Then, I'm stopping to catch breath very frequently. I think I might die in college.

- I feel like eating chocolate chip cookie dough ice-cream with peanut butter.

- I just fucking realised that Rio de Janeiro is in Brazil. Wtf? How come no one has ever told me that? I feel like I've been cheated my whole life.

- I've always, always wanted to make out on a piano. Damn.

- I bought this absolutely gorgeous looking purse. I've never been more proud of myself.

- I need someone to tell me how is the correct way to pronounce Iranian.

- I was just ranting to my friend on msn for five sodding minutes till I finally realised that I was actually talking to myself.

- Some taxi drivers should be kicked in the southern region.

- I've got Physics common test on Tuesday.

- I feel like sleeping.

- But I need to study Physics.

- Tomorrow la.

- Yawn.

- Night.

I'msorryfortherandomnessofthispost.

Can you rise to the occasion?

2008-07-26T23:34:00.009+08:00

Yesterday was that time where seventeen years ago, a woman was in a constant state of pain because of an annoyingly overactive foetus who couldn't wait to get out. Then at around 10.20 p.m of the 25th of July 1991, the baby squeezed her way out.

And the kid was to be named Tharani Naidu.

25 07 2008 Friday

Sigh. I wasn't really looking forward to this day but of course you know, once in while, you realise that it's your birthday coming and you get a teeny weeny rush of excitement? I did feel that way. And every year the monotony of the day freaks me out, this year I was hoping for something different, for it being my first college year and the first time being away from home.

You try not to think about how the day will turn out.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

Homeostatic control mechanisms are self regulating ones that involve negative feedback.

Remember. Remember. Remember.

But somehow, your mind keeps drifting away and you start thinking about your birthday.

No. No. No.

Bio test on Monday. Focus.

You fail. Your mind drifts away again and you forget about the impending bio test.

At sharp 12 a.m, Sherene wished me. Then, messages came in wishing me a great birthday and a great day ahead and a wonderful year of surprises. Sigh. The bullock this people come up with. But then again, thanks for remembering and I'm glad I was of some importance to these people.

Now, get back to studying, you tell yourself.

But, no, your mind just does not seem to work.

Why? Why?

Shit.

You fight sleep in order to swallow a lymphatic system.

Shit.

You fall into a deep sleep.

Like every other day, you wake up on your birthday like it's just another day.

You randomly pick your clothes and get ready for college.

Monotony. Monotony. Monotony.

You reach on time to class.

Friends wish you. Some don't.

Predictable. Very predictable. Just too predictable.

First period was english. And Sha-maine told Dr.Santa that it was my birthday. Class went on as usual and towards the end of it, Dr Santa asked the class to sing me the birthday song. Now, that was something different. Something I never thought would happen. I was really touched. She doesn't hate me that much after all.

One hour ago, you knew you were going to eat the next hour.

You walk with a bunch of classmates for brunch.

Sigh. A routine choreographed for months.

Sha-maine, Benny, Phui Yan and I went to Subway and I had the usual sandwich. I just don't know why I order the same thing everytime. Just like when I'm in Starbucks. It's always the caramel frap. Don't ask me why. And yes, so we ate and took pictures and talked about Planck's Constant and laughed and had lots of fun. And then we headed down to Starbucks where they got me a slice of chocolate banana pie. Yum. And stupid Benny forced me to eat the cake all by myself and he refused to even take a bite. (Wait, Benny, just wait, on your birthday, I'll make you swallow the sodium thiosulphate solution.)

Then the day goes by, as usual again.

Bio lesson goes on.

As usual, you don't listen to a thing.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Another break arrives and the four of us again went up to the library to a discussion room and we about to hit the sack there when Phui Yan got a phone call. She and Sha-maine had Physics extra class and so Benny and I were left at the library. So we decided to use the computers and we played a stupid game called the mash game. You know the one where you list down your crushes and cars and places you want to go and calculate and you'll find out which one of your crushes you end up marrying, which car you drive and where you end up staying? Yes, we played the online version of it. Benny would marry Sydney girl but end up as a beggar. Sha-maine would marry pores and drive a duck shit green Ferrari. And well, I had everything good. I will marry him, have 4 kids, drive a red Ferrari, live in Rome and become a doctor. Score, birthdays do bring good luck after all.

Sigh. Classes commence again.

Bo-ring.

Physics. Followed by Chemistry and then Maths.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

You never listen, I wonder how you get away with it.

Somehow you hope there will be a surprise party planned out for you.

But what crap. Who has the time to think for someone else?

Not that you liked surprise parties in the first place.

I reached home after school. Studied bio and was glad that my birthday was just another day. I had instant noodles for dinner just like how I planned I would weeks ago. Declined invitations and was happily slurping Maggi mee.

Time flies. The day just started right?

No, you realise that it's time to go to bed already.

You curl up in bed reading Jane Eyre eating the dark chocolates he bought you while listening to Amaranth repeatedly.

Nice. Nice. Nice.

The day is going to end. Your birthday is going to end.

Sigh. The hype about birthdays.

They turn out to be nothing.

And you realise that you're seventeen.

Just like you expected you would, yesterday.

But I really did enjoy my birthday. Guys, I love the bag. It's fabulous. It's completes me, you know. And I had loads of fun, even the pre-birthday dinner at Kim Gary. Everything was wonderful. I feel like writing a speech to thank everyone for everything. Thank you. Thank you. You know I love you all. Although if the sky falls, I'd save myself first. And no, I'm not kidding.

For those of you who didn't wish me, pay back next year. And for those who have succeeded in making me happy, you can get away even with bullying me.

And wow.

I'm seventeen.

Calculate your sex score.

2008-07-19T18:59:00.004+08:00

My Maths lecturer reminds me of my mum's autistic student.

This man is from China and he's called Mr. Wang but we pronounce it as wear-ng just to aggravate him because he pronounces all our names with the most annoying fake-British accent, but no, he never seems irritated when you call him that which so happens to irritate you more. Get it?

Nevermind. He just infuriates me to no end.

Just imagine sitting through one hour of lecture on Maths not understanding a thing.

It doesn't stop there. He mispronounces words and his accent is a bloody annoyance.

Sigma X as siggema x.

Standard deviation as sand devation.

Z-score as sex score.

Don't laugh. He's a lecturer. Respect the poor guy.

But but but he is detrimental to the emotional state of my mind. He's he's he's driving me nuts. I'm I'm I'm turning insane.

How do you think the other students do it then?

How would I know? I just don't get what he's saying. If my TER sucks, it's him.

Oh right. Go on and blame everyone else except yourself. You're always right, aren't you?

Shut up. I'm helping myself as far as I can get. I'm trying my best. And I'm only blaming him not 'everyone else', as you put it.

Helping yourself? Look who's blogging now. You could be doing more worthwhile things, like say, study?

Pfft. Grrr. Fine. Later.

Procrastinator.

DON'TGETMEONMYNERVES.

Sigh. I give up.

Basically, you've just seen a conversation between me and well, me. A lazy one and the more sensible one. Hey, I could be sensible too okay. But the lazy, procrastinator one always reigns supreme which explains why I'm not Einstein yet.

Yet? Yet? You think you'll ever be Einstein?

I thought you gave up? Here we go again.

I have better things to do than to argue with you, actually.

Hah hah. Loser.

Anyways, it's depressing. My Maths is just deteriorating like anything. Sigh.

And I'm beginning to mispronounce words too.

THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT. REALLY! IT IS.

Oh rubbish. Don't get me started.

And another whole episode of the Tharani and well, Tharani conversation takes place again.

If I could escape.

2008-07-14T18:57:00.006+08:00

It's funny how I entered college beginning of this year, thinking that everything was going to be simple and fun. I was looking forward for this year, somehow or rather. And it's so ironic how I thought that things were going to be different and my life would take a change.

I was so sure that all that stress ended with SPM and college life would be of rainbows and smiles.

Oh shut up. Don't laugh.

And on the first day, I realised that I didn't quite much like the people I met. I found eight out of ten people to be weird. Three of which were extreme dumb blonds. One of which was bragging about being the perfect scorer in high school and lamenting her straight A's. Another one was being very kind and nice and was smiling almost all the time, I knew she was a fraud at first sight. And a guy who acted like he was every guy's dream and every girl's fantasy. And I thought these people needed help.

I was the only one from Johor in my class and I got lots of awkward stares when I was to mention I was from JB.

"JB? Is that the place which is always flooded?"

"Whoa. Do you guys have like, malls and stuff like that there?"

"Oh look, I have a classmate from Kluang. Are you guys in the same school or something?"

I was almost glad to hear, "You're from Convent? I've got a friend there." Only to find out this particular friend was in Convent, Batu Pahat, which in case some of you might not know is a good 120 km away from JB.

Why haven't these people realised that Johor Bahru was a village about half a millennium ago? It's a city now. We have roads like you do for God's sake. We have shopping complexes and buildings. The whole city doesn't get flooded by the way and it does not happen that frequently too. Kluang and Batu Pahat are different districts for crying out loud. And no, we don't have chickens running around in front of our houses.

So much for boosting tourism in the country. Why waste millions and millions of dollars when even Malaysians don't remember what that state near Singapore is called?

And so back to the point, just imagine the culture shock it gave me. Of course there were intellectual people around too and so I did find my clique.

The stress of course built up and it got harder to breathe and I, miss-everything-is-going-to-be-great, felt like my face fell flat on the ground. Those who came to college grinning in the beginning, started to look like zombies.

I feel so stupid coming here with a perception and I regret being so superficial. I wonder if things would have worked out differently for me if not. Sigh.

This post was inspired by the college's new intake students. And how seemingly happy they are to be in college and how excited they are to wear lab coats and how they smile all day long like idiots.

Sigh. Little do they know.

You start to wonder why you're here not there.

2008-07-11T18:52:00.007+08:00

I think there's something wrong with my blog template. But I'm too lazy to deal with it now.

And I know I haven't been updating my blog for a very time. All because of the stupid wireless at my apartment and stupid Aunty Sonia who haven't been paying the bills.

Last weekend or was it the weekend before or three weekends ago, I don't know, but I went to Malacca with Sha-maine, Phui Yan and Benny on that weekend.

And we stayed at Sha-maine's house and we saw Sha-maine's boyboy and we ate yummy stuff and we bought dodols which speaking of is still lying untouched in my refrigerator and I'm too lazy to type so here are some of the pictures we took there. I'm too lazy to upload the rest of the pictures. It's in my facebook account so go take a look there.

Benny, Phui Yan and me

Sha-maine, Phui Yan and me

The three of us again. I like this picture a lot.

Benny looking retarded.

Benny still looking retarded. Sigh.

Photographic memories

2008-06-23T21:40:00.010+08:00

The sheep's kidney that we disected for bio

With Phui Yan and Benny when Benny was dressed all formal

Benny, Sha-maine, Phui Yan, Jocin and me

I'm from Malaysia lah.

2008-06-19T15:11:00.012+08:00

Workers at fast food outlets bother me.

Me : One large set of Chicken McDeluxe, please.

The guy : Hah?

Me : Chicken McDeluxe.

The guy : You want set or burger?

Me : A set.

The guy : Medium or large?

Me : Large.

The guy : Wait ah.

(Takes forever. Chit chats with colleagues and ten minutes later arrives back.)

The guy : Nah.

Me : Thanks.

What's the point of fast food again? You take fifteen minutes to get your meal and you have repeat your order over and over again.

That stupid McDonald's worker. Pisses me off everytime.

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And then there's the hassle to buy a reload card.

Me : A Digi ten dollar reload card please.

The guy : What?

Me : Digi reload card.

The guy : How much one?

Me : Ten ringgit.

The guy : Maxis or Digi?

Me : Digi.

The guy : Nah.

Me : Thank you.

*Sigh*

Malaysia today.

I love my attitude (problem).

2008-06-03T22:32:00.005+08:00

If I don't update my blog frequently enough it could be because:

1. I'm plain bone lazy.

2. I'm extremely busy that I can't even find time to eat, talk about blogging.

3. I'm doing the hospital attachment which is super tiring.

4. I'm in New York now, busy shopping like I print cash.

5. I'm helping the children in the war torn countries.

6. I'm dead.

But most if the time, if I don't update it's because of reason 1 and possibly 3.

And I am a lazy person and no one needs to say anything about that. I hate being made to do something I hate to do. (Not that I hate to blog, I'm talking about something completely different here.) I'm not a masochist and you can't boss me around.

Shit. I'm ranting again.

Even if everyone in the world told a claustrophobe that there's nothing wrong being in a confined area, he'd still be afraid to be in a confined area. It's entirely up to him to deal with his phobia. There is probably something wrong with me, but why don't you just accept it and respect me? I am a bewitching bitch by nature, I'm sorry.

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And on a completely unrelated note, I read Tony Parson's, Man and Boy which was really really so good. And here's a quote I love from the book.

Men die younger than women. They catch cancer more often than women. They commit suicide with greater frequency than women. They are more likely to be unemployed than women. But for some unfathomable reason, women are considered the victims.

Aren't I such an anti-feminist?

But these places and these faces are getting old, so I'm going home.

2008-05-25T10:38:00.002+08:00

I'm home. Finally.

You can never guess how much I anticipated coming back here.

Rewind back to Friday where I was sitting in front my Physics exam paper grinning like an idiot even though I couldn't answer a single question on the paper beause I was going to go home. Two months, two long months before I finally can sleep on my bed at home.

Believe it or not, on the way back home, I was listening to Chris Daughtry's Home. That was how much I wanted to be back here.

And to think that when I was here, I sooo wanted to get out. And now that I have, I sooo can't wait to get back everytime.

But I'm home now. The same old sofa, the same old furnitures, the same old bed where I used to cry myself to sleep, my same old bolster which I used to hug tight and the same old blanket which I used to hide under to talk to my crush over the phone.

God. I'm glad I'm finally home.

And I know I'm going to get screwed when I receive my report card within these holidays. But then again, I'm happy.

For now.

And Wei Wern darling, I'll do your tag later. The later that always becomes later.

The calm before the storm.

2008-05-18T19:28:00.004+08:00

One more day to go before the mid term exams.

Five more days to go before the mid term holidays.

Is there any way I could skip five days ahead?

Sigh. How many times have I complained about what a bitch college life is? And no, don't worry I have no time to rant again today.

I have so many things to worry about.

Love.

A wedding.

Chemistry.

And no, I'm not in love nor am I going to get married anytime soon.

I might be having a Chemistry exam up soon but I'm not refering to the aldehyde-carboxylic-acid kind of chemistry but the chemistry that exist between couples.

And the reason I'm worried about those stuff is because I'm hooked to some stupid Korean drama.

Hah. Now you must be wondering what has gotten over this dear blogger and whether her account have been hacked by someone because she must have gone mad to be blogging about some Korean drama when her mid-terms are next week, wait, in one days time and she decides to blog about some boring drama? What???

Don't worry, I assure you, it's me. The same old blogger you all love. I mean, it is me. No one has hacked my account even though the password is pretty easy to crack but for now, this is me.

And the stress have gotten too much that I have succumbed to watching some old-aunty-drama.

So please hope for me that girl will decide to forgive boy even though I'm pretty sure that in all Korean dramas girl would forgive boy and girl and boy will live happily ever after.

And boy, please give her the roses. It's stupid to hide it. Girl would love the roses. Wait, I love the roses. But, girl would love it too.

And why is it that in all Korean dramas the girl gets all the rich and good looking guys? And why is there always a happy ending? Why doesn't it happen to me? Why?

Nevermind. Tomorrow I shall send myself roses and pretend it's from my hot and rich boyfriend.

Dear lord, save me.

Oh shit. Which was it again? Primary or secondary alcohol? That oxidises to ketone?

Secondary. Wait. Erm..

Gahhh.. I need to study.

If a picture says a thousand words, I say a million.

2008-05-11T18:44:00.009+08:00

Ignore the title of the post. I'm just being very perasaan because some people actually told me that that my blog is not inspiring enough because I seldom post pictures.

Do remember that you are not obliged to read my blog and losing one reader who thinks my blog is not interesting enough just because I don't post bloody camwhoring pictures of myself in thick make-up and show off my oh-so-fake blonde hair, will not make the whole world crash on me okay.

And, in this blog, pictures don't speak. Tharani does.

Anyway, here are some really amusing pictures and no, it is not of me and my hawt ang moh boyfriend.

Evolved sperms. This picture reminds me a lot of Chuan Shinn and his degenerated-two-headed-no-tail-sperms. (inside joke)

Oh yuck.

Just laugh.

I love this one the most. Sigh. Curiosity.

On a completely unrelated note, happy mother's day, mum.

Some things are better left unsaid.

2008-05-10T11:29:00.008+08:00

I've been tagged. And I've been bugged. To do the tag.

The instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.

1. At what age do you wish to marry?

~ 50? 60? I haven't thought about it before, actually. About who I'll end up marrying? Yeah. When I'll marry? Nah.

2. If you have the chance, what would you probably say to your beloved one?

~ I love you. And I really do mean it.

3. If you were to be stranded on a desert island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you?

~ Wei Wern, of course. (And honey, I will NOT belly dance there, okay. We're supposed to be 'stranded' on an island, thank you very much and the Tharani you know will freak and cry, not belly dance.) I'd bring Sha-maine too so I'd be able to bully her and it would be better if Benny was there to help me with the bullying and that's only if he blogged. I'd make Sherene come along too cause I wouldn't run out of things to talk then.

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?

~ There's like sooo many places I want to go. So there isn't a particular one. Right now, I want to go to Rome. But Mona Lisa can't possibly ROME without Caesar.

5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?

~ To have every single dream of mine to come true.

6. Do you believe you can survive without money?

~ Do you believe anybody can survive without money?

7. What are you afraid to lose the most?

~ My family and friends. And everyone I love and care for.

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?

~ Get Aston Martins to beautify the porch of my uber large home by the beach and I'd travel around the world with the one I love and indulge in all the food and stuff I never had. Wait. One million wouldn't be enough. Fine. (I will invest in something profitable and become a multi-millionaire later. Plagiarised Wei Wern's answer which was plagiarised too.)

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?

~ No way. They do the confessing, I'll do the answering.

10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.

~ Good points? That's like impossible. Bad points can la. Good points? I'd salute the person who can come up with the good points in this girl. She's a juvenile de'linquent, a bitch to the highest order. Total procrastinator which means when she says she'll do it later, the later always becomes later. She talks a lot, babbles most of a time, extremely lazy and her siblings call her a 'demon'. In short, she's exactly like me. Which explains why we're best buddies. Heh.

11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?

~Give me days to answer this and I still won't be done. He must be really good-looking that will make all girls fall head over heels over him but he must love and long only for me. He must be extremely smart and knowledgeable and savoir-faire. His smile must make my knees all weak and wobbly. He should make me feel safe and I should long to be in his arms. He must protect me and be there for me when I fall. Most importantly he should love me and adore me. I'm not done yet actually but some things are better left unsaid.

12. Which type of person do you hate the most?

~ I don't hate people that easily. I might dislike them but not hate. I can't stand gossipers even though I gossip most of the time too. Heh. I don't like people who think they're all that when they're not. I, too, don't like people who don't give others a chance.

13. What is your ambition?

~ To be rich. To buy lots of Astons. To excel in all ways possible. To lead the life I always wanted. To marry the man I love.

14. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?

~ I don't judge. Never did.

15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?

~ My family.

16. Are you a shopaholic or not?

~ Ooooh. Yes. Anybody willing to buy buy this babe new heels?

17. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?

~ I like myself the way I am. Thank you.

18. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?

~ Depends. I cannot share all my problems with one person. I don't trust anyone enough for that.

19. What makes you different?

~I'm Tharani.

20. Have you been in love?

~ Some things are better left unsaid.

Okay. Done. Finito. Happy?

Oh yea. I need to tag 8 people. Eight. Which if you minus seven from, becomes one. So I shall tag one person. I know I'm being stupid and crazy and weird and God knows what. But you're reading my blog which means you're the same. So shuddup, okay.

Sha-maine. You are tagged. This shall be the first tag in your blog and let it be from Tharani, the great.

So anyway, thank you for finding time to read this because you owe it to me because I had to find the time to write this in the first place even if I didn't have any time.

College life. Damnnn. Shittttt.

*Scurries off in panic to complete undone assignments.*

Illogical logic.

2008-04-25T21:56:00.003+08:00

I got this through an email and I thought it really deserves a spot on my blog.

It's an interview with a doctor. (Apparently.)

Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life - Is this true?

A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... Don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.

Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?

A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.

Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?

A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!

Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?

A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.

Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?

A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain... Good!

Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?

A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!.... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?

Q: Will doing sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?

A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.

Q: Is chocolate bad for me?

A: Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!

Q: Is swimming good for your figure?

A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.

Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?

A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape! Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.

*And remember: 'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways: Chardonnay in one hand, chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO, What a Ride!'*

*AND.. For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.*

1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

~Bloody lame.

Mixed feelings.

2008-04-24T23:49:00.004+08:00

Smiles, laughter, sobs, sorrow, screams, pain, pride, hate, envy, joys, embraces, longing, love, romance, wine, kisses, sex and forevers.

Things don't always turn out the way you want them to.

Just stop and stare. Adore and admire.

It does not feel that good to be in my shoes now.

Quintessentially Malaysian.

2008-04-18T20:00:00.006+08:00

Chemistry common test was today. And..

Bloody hell.

Screw chemistry. Screw the damn paper.

There I was spending the whole night sitting in front of my chemistry books, cramming facts into my minuscule brain.

2 tsp NESCAFE + 2 tsp C6H12O6 + 2 tsp COFFEEMATE + 1/2 cup hot H20 = 6 and the 1/2 hours of chemistry all night which was also supposed to be equals to answering the paper with ease and scoring good grades.

But no, looking at the paper this morning all I had to say was FUCK. Every single thing there seemed Greek to me and the essay was about some stupid protein-coagulating-crap which I had absolutely no idea on. Shit.

I totally screwed it up.

Anyway, look what I found.

Comparison of cornflake packages: Koko Krunch vs Choc Crunchies, Honey Stars vs Honey Twinkies.

What kind of name Honey Twinkies is supposed to be? Choc Crunchies? WTF? First of all, which idiot actually buys imitation cereals? And stupid Malaysian people so cekap enough to come up with wonderful names like Honey Twinkies. You think people want to buy your stupid imitation products ah? Some more with names like that.

What's next? The imitation of Krispy Kreme would be called Creepy Cunt.

The imitation of Coke will be Cock. "Wanna a sip of Cock-A-Cola?"

Baskin Robbins will become Best-Nya-Robbing.

Way to go, Malaysians.

MALAYSIA BOLEH! Everything also boleh.

Tagged. Damn.

2008-04-13T15:07:00.007+08:00

I know I haven't been updating my blog frequently.

I was super busy doing stupid assignments, studying for some stupid tests when all I was meant to do was eating chocolates all day long, reading a nice chick-lit and going ooooh over some hot fictional character while listening to music.

Damn. I'm really stuck in the wrong place.

Anyway, since I've been tagged by Janice and I'm left with no choice since she keeps bugging about doing this tag thingy, I might as well get it done and over with.

Here the crap goes..

5 things I was doing 10 years ago (1998)?

I have no idea. Honestly. Let me see. I was in Primary One then. And....

~ I was making everybody jealous cause I had this coolest bag. It had like rollers and it could, like be rolled around and it was like, rolling. Now, if I would to carry that bag around, God, I wonder how people will look at me.

~ I discovered the Internet. And, boy, was I fascinated by it or what?

~ I made a bet with my friends that if I could climb the monkey bar and stay on the top for 10 minutes straight, they would have to buy me chocolates. But I just never got around doing it. I can't remember why, though. I wonder if the monkey bars are still there and I wonder if I can find my long lost friends and most importantly I wonder if they still sell those little chocolate rings.

~ I told my sister that Michael Jackson went to the same university as my dad and that I was one of the lead singers in Jackson 5. The poor three year old believed me.

~ I cried for a Spaceship game thingy that my parents never bought me. But who cares anyway, I snatched my cousin's and played with it till I got bored of it. Poor boy, stood crying in a corner. I used bully that boy a lot. Wait, I still do, actually.

5 things on my to-do list today.

~ Study Bio. (Shit. Haven't started doing that.)

~ Finish up the Chemistry Social Relevance Task. (Damn. Still halfway.)

~ Clean up my desk and file which is bursting with unwanted notes. (My classmates should know about the file, my only-can-carry-with-two-hands-file. And fish, I haven't started with this either.)

~ Wash the clothes that are piling up. (Shoot. Haven't got this one done yet.)

~ Change my bed sheet from the blue one into that pink one. (I really do not want to change it. I love my current blanket. Reminds me of someone. Heh. But looking at pink colour enhances your sex appeal. Apparently.)

Oh shit. Lots and lots of things to do and I haven't started even with one. Like World Taekwondo Federation aka WTF am I doing here?

5 Snacks I enjoy.

~ Chocolate. Orgasmic chocolate.

~ Ice-cream. I adore Haagen Daaz and Baskin Robbins.

~ Pleasure inducing cakes. Cheese cakes especially.

~ Starbucks' lemingtons.

~ Alah. Basically I enjoy everything. Semua pun aku hantam.

5 Things I would do if I were a billionaire.

~ Get that Aston Martin DBS and show off to Sreerram. Boo hoo hoo. I finally got one. You don't have. HA HA HA HA HA.

~ Buy all the shoes that I ever wanted. And that Jimmy Choos. You were meant to be with me.

~ Buy shares everywhere possible. It's called being smart. Making more money.

~ Build lifts or escalators for Taylor's. Probably buy over Taylor's. And that TER 99.9 is mine.

~ Oh okay. I'll get my sister that Nike softball shoes. It's chicken feet anyway for a billionaire like me.

5 of my bad habits.

~ I talk a little bit too much. Fine. I talk wayyy too much and get everyone around me annoyed. Happy?

~ Procrastinating is my middle name. (See the 5 things on my to-do list today. There's more than 5, actually. None which I've started with.)

~ I spend money like I print them. How I wish I was loaded.

~ I bully my sister and my cousins a lot. It's not a bad habit actually. It's a talent. Which only people like me can master. And I bitch about people way too much too.

~ I argue with people a lot. I love to win these arguments. Even when I lose, I never admit that I was wrong in the first place. Yes, I'm stubborn and I merajuk very fast plus I never say sorry. Never.

Hate me if you want. But reality is, all of you would die to be me.

5 places I have lived.

~ Johor Bahru.

~ Johor Bahru.

~ Johor Bahru.

~ Johor Bahru.

~ And oh yea, Subang Jaya for now.

5 jobs I've had.

~ Banker. You know the one in the Monopoly game where you handle the money. Yes, I cheated a lot, by the way. Pity my cousins, they never did figure out why I kept having the most properties in the darn game.

~ Been the tissue lady. Where I provide tissue for all tissue-less people.

~ Hairdresser. When I used to tie up my cousin's hair and put coloured clips on them. And laugh at him when I'm all done.

~ Calculator. I have calculated things for the lazy people who turn to me even when they have a battery operated calculator next to them. And no, I am not trying to brag here.

~ I have been a student for the whole of my life. Never was good in the job. Never did do my homework or pass them up. Never hire me again.

5 people I tag.

~ Everyone who reads this, you're tagged.

~ Won't have anything against you even if you don't do it.

~ Tan Wei Wern, you're left with no other choice. Since you're at Perth, I'll give you time.

~ Sherene Anne, you too have no choice.

~ Muahahaha. I'm a cruel chick.

Damn la. The stupid common tests are coming and I'm just not even bothering.

I. AM. SO. GONNA. DIE.

*Panicking and hurrying off to complete her undone assignments and load up her brains with boring chemistry and biology.*

*Wait. Before that she shall go read some blogs and waste time. The rest can be taken care of later. One total professional procrastinator, this girl is.*

The torturer, the tortured

2008-03-31T01:41:00.003+08:00

The heavy lock unbolted,
My fellow companion gloated,
The limp figure of a young girl,
Her hair hung loose dishevelled,
The sickening sound of the body being dragged along,
Broke the silence that hung so long.

Confident, inhuman footsteps were heard,
I experienced the familiar stomach lurch,
I splashed a bucket of freezing water on her, a dreaded daily routine,
General Yamashita did not even blink,
Her peaceful sleep ended,
To her, help was not rendered,

Her first sight was the menacing eyes which paralyzed her stirring fear,
The girl’s inward screams, he did not hear,
Her eyes registered terror,
Wishing she had been born in a land fairer
Eagerly, my partner slammed her onto the cross,
And tied her using salvage force.

I reached for the offending whip,
With a sweaty palm I tightly gripped,
He trained his cold-blooded eyes on me and gave a brisk nod,
I knew it wasn’t my fault,
Let this end soon, I prayed to God,

I saw her glance away,
Desperately asking for someone to take her away,
The situation in reality was so hopeless,
Nobody could fight her fate, so tragic, so helpless,
And neither could I.

She seemed to be recalling the fond memories of the past,
And knew that she would not last,
I raised my whip,
And brought it down on her mercilessly with a wrist flick,
Silent tears rolled down her pale cheeks,
I cried silently, I shouldn’t torture for kicks,

The brave determination in her eyes,
Made me heavily sigh,
I handed the whip to my partner now insane,
His beastly slashing made me look away,
And the expression he had was gay,
General Yamashita held up his hand,
Signaling us to stop, revealing bloody bands.

From his mouth he withdrew the cigar,
Casually, he stubbed the cigar to her neck,
And twisted its end into bits,
Her face was expressionless,
The reaction was a first,
It was sheer bravery,
A determination gallery,

The general stripped her down to bra,
He turned to me,
And demanded some dirty salt in glee,
With trembling hands, I handed him a rusty tin,
Slowly, lingering, his fingers sprinkled pinches of salt on her wound,
Her much awaited screams filled the room soon,
Colour drained from her face,
As if she’s floating in a haze.

General Yamashita was satisfied at last,
He had her all he wanted,
With a dismissive wave,
He walked away,
Fainter and fainter his dreaded footsteps grew,
They dragged her body so frail,
Leaving behind a thin blood trail…

Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus

2008-03-22T12:14:00.006+08:00

Wouldn't it be easier to develop a long term, intimate and mutually fulfilling relationship with a guy, if he was a Labrador Retriever?

Why is it so hard with human guys?

Okay. Analysing time.

Let's say a guy named, Sirius asked a girl named, Nicole out to a movie. She accepts and they both have the time of their lives.

A few nights later, he asks her out to dinner, and again they both have a pretty good time. They continue to see each other regularly and soon, neither is seeing anybody else.

Then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought crosses Nicole's mind. And she says, "Do you realise that we have been seeing each other for six months already?"

Silence fills the car. To Nicole, the silence is too loud to take. She thinking, "Gee, it must have bothered him that I said that. Maybe he feels confined by this relationship. Or maybe he thinks I'm pushing him into some kind of obligation."

Sirius is thinking, "Gosh. Six months." And Nicole is thinking, "Hey, I'm not sure if I want this relationship either. Where am I heading to? Towards marriage? Children?"

And Sirius is thinking, "Six months... That means, let see... October, last year, when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means... Let me check the odometer.. Whoa. Damn it. I'm wayyy overdue for an oil change here."

And Nicole is thinking, "He's upset. I know it. I can see it on his face. Maybe, he wants more from our relationship. Yes, that must be it."

Sirius is thinking, "What the-? I'm going to get them to look at the transmission again. I don't give a damn what those assholes are doing to say. These damn thing is just not shifting right. I paid those morons so much and this thing is moving like a garbage truck.

Nicole is thinking, "He's angry. I don't blame him for that. I'd be angry too. I'm just not giving him enough in this relationship. I'm so stupid."

And Sirius is thinking, "I know what are they going to say. They are probably going to say that it's only a three month warranty!"

Nicole is thinking, "I'm too stupid, just to stupid." Sirius is thinking, "Warranty?? I'll give them a warranty!"

"Sirius." Nicole says aloud.

"What?" says Sirius.

"I know you think I'm a fool, don't you?" Nicole says.

"No!" Sirius immediately replies, glad to know the right answer.

"Sirius, do you feel the same way about time?"

"Yes." He hesitates then answers, not knowing what she even meant.

Then, Sirius takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted soul weeping till dawn. Sirius, on the other hand, reaches home, tears open a packet of chips, turns on the television and immediately becomes deeply involved in a tennis match between two Czech players he never heard of.

The next day, Nicole will call her friend and both the girls will talk for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyse everything he said and she said. They will continue discussing about this subject for weeks not coming to a definite answer.

So, you see, this is not about different wavelengths here. It's like different planets from completely different solar systems.

Guys have a guy brain, an organ that can only solve problems. It's not comfortable with nebulous concepts like love, need and trust.

But what we women think, is that, how can a guy see a girl day after day, night after night, and not be thinking about the relationship they're having?

A guy in a relationship is like an ant standing on the top of a truck tyre. The ant is aware that something large is there, but cannot even dimly comprehend what it is all about. And if the truck starts moving and the tyre starts to roll, the ant will sense something important is happening but right up until he rolls to the bottom and is squashed, the only thought in his tiny brain will be HUH?

If Nicole continues to keep quiet about the relationship, so will Sirius because he has a guy's brain. She has to keep reminding him that there is a relationship and that he is committed to it.

If not, there it goes.

Even so, how much Nicole reminds Sirius and even if it penetrates his tiny brain some day, all he can do about it is tell his guy friends,

"Nicole and I, we have, ahhhh....... ummm.. we.. we have... this thing."

Sexuality.

2008-03-18T20:07:00.000+08:00

Thanks to Edwin and Sha-maine and their almost-deaf-ears because that's what inspired me to blog about this.

"You know Zack's friend?"

"Huh? Sex friend?"

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"Four."

"Huh? Fuck?

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No. I'm not going to blog about sex.

It's sexuality.

The sexuality that we all have so much hype about. Pointing almost at every boy saying, "I think he's gay."

And poor boys, because when they hold hands, we immediately label them as gay not bothering even if the guy is holding his father's hands.

Heterosexuals.

~A person who gets attracted to the opposite gender.

Normal people, as I would label.

Or, a person who has yet to realise he's gay, according to somebody I shall not mention.

Heterosexuals are what most of us are. A person building images of Santa Claus in a surgical mask would be called a heterosexual too, I think. Hehe. An inside joke.

And then, we have the Homosexuals.

~By far the most common after heteros, these people enjoy seeing their own sex naked.

They find the idea of guy-on-guy or girl-on-girl rather appealing.

Weirdest people of all, if you ask me. I mean, kissing a guy rocks, but kissing a girl? Can't even bring myself to think about it. Odd people. Really really odd people.

The Bisexuals.

~The hippies and freestylers. They like both. Their sex and the opposite sex.

Makes me wonder how desperate can these people get.

"She's hot and God, her boyfriend is too."

Worst of all, we have the Pansexuals.

~Freaking sex maniacs. They like both sexes and well, EVERYthing else too. As in animals and inanimate objects too.

Tell me, how more desperate can anyone get?

"Ooooh. The dog was good. Now, time to try on the carrots."

The most nuts of them all, the Asexuals.

~They abstain from reproducing completely. Or artificial reproduction.

Normal people look at good-looking people and say, "He/she is sexy." They look at nothing say, "That's sexy."

Sickos.

Then, some guys are Metrosexuals.

~A straight man who embraces the modern lifestyle, i.e. refined tastes in clothing, excessive use of designer hygiene products, etc. Doesn't mind guys fantasizing about him but find the idea of guy-on-guy repulsive.

These people get excited when you tell them, "Hey. A guy just said that you have nice six-packs." But they find gays weird. They think it's stupid to make out with the same sex but they like it when the same sex tell them something nice.

Weird, too. But it's hard to be a metrosexual. Not many guys fuss about clothes ALOT.

Finally, the Ubersexuals.

~These Ubersexuals are the epitome of manhood with the understanding of all the sophistication and fine things in life.

Ubersexuals closer to home include,

my boyfriend.

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Sigh. Bloody lame post.

Hating responsibility but not having the choice.

2008-03-09T14:54:00.000+08:00

Have you ever felt the weight of the world on your shoulders?

Of course you have not.

But have you ever felt the weight of a thousand things leaning on you?

I have. And I'm glad I got through it unscathed. Messy, but complete. Imperfect, but done.

For now.

P.S- I'll be standing for the next coming elections. Vote for me, people. You will be able to have camwhored pictures of yourself in your identity cards.

Alternate Reality or Supernaturals?

2008-02-25T17:55:00.004+08:00

Okay, so after a long time of deliberation and procrastination, I'm finally here to update my blog.

I don't want to blame my absence on the tests we were having. I'm not going to say that I did not update cause I was busy studying for some common tests that I'm going to do freaking well in.

Because I was busy wasting my time for the past month. I might not have blogged frequently instead I went for shopping frequently, which is why I'm sitting here happily grinning at my laptop screen thinking about that gorgeous top I bought.

I watched tonnes of shows online. I read lots of nice books and here I am, day dreaming about some hot fictional character. I wasted my damn time. And you know why I'm telling you all this?

So that I can show off later on, when we get back all our test papers saying "Haha, I never study get so high, you study day and night also can fail. Life damn unfair hor?"

Like that would happen.

Now, back to serious business.

Dreams. To me, dreams display an ability of our subconscious that supercedes the ability of our conscious. When we dream, the information scattered around our brain are randomly gathered and the synapses along with logic neurones relate memories with one another to form alternative memories to the ones we initially had.

Here is where the idea of an alternate reality comes in. With the bend in space and time, it might be possible for us to one day discover another world akin to ours with another you and me in it. Till then, the dreams are the only things we have to get a glimpse of the possibilities and beyond.

Not dreams where you dance with some hot movie star or dreams like the ones where you get pulled down from a high rise flat by an old couple with Arthritis and you break out in cold sweat. I am talking about dreams where it all seems too logical and you wake up wondering whether it actually happened or not.

Sleepwalking. It's the same as this logical dreaming. It is again about the bend of space and time when you'll actually do something you are not aware of even though it's what your mind is telling you to do. And you don't remember what you did when you get conscious.

Just imagine one morning, waking up to find a plate on top of your toilet bowl. Or on a another occasion finding your tupperware in the fruits plastic bag in the fridge.

Two freaky things, and I'm not going to confess that it happened here, in my apartment.

"Oh my God! I think it's the you know what's. Scary la, man."

"Erm, Sherene, it's most probably someone sleepwalked."

"Cannot be la. Have you noticed that there're lots of stairwells that don't make sense here? It's really something! There's something here."

One blames it on supernaturals. Another would say it was someone's subconsciousness that lead to this. But neither can proof their stand.

And here I am, blogging about what my roommate and I can't seem to come to an answer.

So what is it? Alternate reality or the supernaturals?

Waffle Craze

2008-02-10T16:32:00.000+08:00

It looks at you fearfully,
You look at it hungrily.

It shivers in its place,
You wriggle gleefully in your seat.

It says its last prayer,
You give your lips a last lick.

It screams in anguish,
You sigh satisfactorily.

It shrieks in acute pain,
You burp loudly.

It disappears forever,
You hope it will reappear.

You look at the remains,
Of that fateful waffle.

You remember how delicious it tasted,
But forgot how terrible it felt.

Transformers. More than meets the eye.

2008-02-04T14:47:00.000+08:00

You sign in to blogger knowing that you haven't updated for quite long.

And your dashboard greets you with something like,

We are excited to announce that Blogger is now available in three more languages: Arabic, Hebrew, and Persian!

And that makes your day.

Finally, being able to blog in Persian. What a delight!

Right. I have gone slightly out of my mind.

Mind you, I had a 5-hour journey back home by bus with my cousin right beside me.

Smelling the aura of men sweat was not bad enough, I had to get a conversation going with the guy. Let me remind you, he's the guy who gives you a plain 'Yes' or 'No' answer for every question you ask him.

That's the guy I thought I was going to spend the 5-hours with. But no, I was wrong.

Mr-I'm-Chinese-Educated-And-A-Social-Outcast-Boy is now a Mr-My-English-Is-Good-And-I'm-Quite-Hot-Boy.

Like when a pig becomes all hardworking and smells really good.

I could go on and write a whole big essay on pengaruh rakan sebaya on my blog because this is what his new friends at Taylor's made him into.

Or I could happily post pictures of my now hot looking cousin all over my blog for publicity.

The guy transformed, I tell you. He smells like aftershave now. Really good aftershave.

I'm running out of words to express my disbelief.

Too tall, nerd looking boy. Now painfully good looking.

Has the world turned upside down already?

Life with a bunch of barbarians.

2008-01-24T01:13:00.001+08:00

Include me in that bunch too.

Tharani: I've no freaking idea what to blog about.

My housemate: Blog about your charming housemates la.

*Names have been edited due to privacy purposes*

Drum rolling...

Introducing...

Dhev- the most responsible person in the house.

"Wash your dishes, Tharani! Sweep the house, Tharani! You couch potato!"

It's like having a mother at home, seriously. But she's this fun, loving, jovial person who can make everyone laugh.

And the things she says without thinking.

"I'm going to save a life. (pauses for effect) I'm going to abort a child." And she gives you this innocent look like as if she had said something so noble.

"Oh. Oh. Sorry. I mean adopt." And she gives you an embarrassed smile.

Another thing I love about her is that, she is a worse nut than me when it comes to technology. She has no idea how bluetooth even works. When I wanted to send her a song to her laptop via bluetooth, she looked at me and said,

"How did the name of my laptop get into yours?"

Innocent look.

Realises what she said.

Embarrassed smile.

That's Dhev.

Drum beats even harder..

And there stands VJ at the corner in a blue striking pyjamas.

VJ- the trying-to-be-innocent-girl in the house.

"Ramgit (the guy in her class) has three legs. Two normal sized ones and one retarded shorter one in between."

Then, she looks at you, tries defending herself by saying,

"What?"

And she gives her famous puppy-dog face.

What I most love about her is we think alike. Not the three legs kind of thing but in such a way that we can complete each other's sentences most of the time.

And her mum's cakes. Are. The. Best. Cakes. In. The. World. No offence to my mum, just in case she reads this.

Drum rolls more vigorously and the drum breaks..

There's Sean lying down in fatigue.

Sean- the girl who sleeps in the same room as me.

"That guy is so f-ing hot!"

"I'm like so f-ing tired today."

"What the f-ing hell?"

That does not explain much about her actually. Because she isn't anything like what she sounds like. I find her very interesting because we have the same taste in books.

"Oh. Isn't Luke Brandon sooo cute?"

And there's me jumping up and down saying, "Yes! Yes!"

(Luke Brandon's this hot fictional character that every girl wants to marry, in case you don't know.)

We sleep next to each other and is quite close to revealing each other's deepest and darkest secrets.

And that's the famous Sean.

No more drum beats. It broke, remember?

There's Ju-on.

Ju-on- the long-haired girl who shares my room too.

Nothing much to say about her. I'm not going to bitch about her as that's the only thing I'm able to do.

Apart from dropping her long hair in the toilet and brushing her teeth in the kitchen sink, she's pretty nice to talk to when you have no one else to chat with.

And now, meet Esterification.

Esterification- this girl who lives in the last room.

Pretty girl with long brown hair and is a pro in computers.

Always on the phone with I-wonder-who.

Has an amazing voice unlike Ju-on who still continues singing in the toilet even when she knows she sounds like a crow.

Oh. And did I mention that Esterification smokes? It's legal since she's eighteen but.. She SMOKES as in literally smokes with a cigarette and all.

Her habit sometimes come in handy though. Like when you need a lighter to light up some candles or when you need to do your LAN project which requires video taping people with bad habits.

The last but definitely not the least is Elainos Barbaross.

Elaine- a senior in the house.

Has an Indian boyfriend whom she keeps arguing with.

"There's no third person in this relationship, Arvin!"

The next day, you see a Chinese dude sending her home.

This explains everything about her and I don't wish to continue.

And so, I conclude.

This is life in where I live. You'll turn into a barbarian living with them, really.

A culture-shock, I tell you.

But what do I say. I have to bear with it all for JUST one year.

JUST ONE YEAR, that is.

Of Today.

2008-01-15T23:57:00.000+08:00

Yes. I'm back.

Finally.

With Internet connection at where I live.

So many people asked me about college life and how things are here.

So, this is how today went by-

Alarm rang at six in the morning. Couldn't care less about waking up. Felt like spending the whole day in bed. The rock hard bed which I can't believe I'm getting used to.

Pressed the snooze button three times before I finally decided to wake up. Got into the dirtiest toilet anybody could ever come across. Looked at my groggy face and realised that I had put on so much of weight since I came here.

Wore this long sleeved black t-shirt which turned out to be such a huge mistake. Did all that necessary and finally was ready for college. Five minutes before class began, I left home for college.

First class was physics. Boring as usual. Then we made our way for the chemistry class which was, thankfully, slightly more interesting. An hour passed and recess arrived. If you know me well enough, you would know that I find recess the only worthwhile thing about school and now, college too.

Along with the rest of my classmates, I went to McDonald's. We arranged the tables and formed this huge row. Again, we behaved like we never went to a fast food restaurant before. It was like a bunch of barbarians seeing food for the first time.

I ordered a hash brown and a cup of coffee. Pathetic, I know. But being in college is also about being more economical. We talked, laughed, ate and the brunch was good. Don't ask me how it's related, but we talked about coffee, tea, sperms and ovum.

The break ended. Was so tempted to skip the Malaysian Studies class but decided against it being the good girl I am. Of course, the class was so boring, having Will I AM as the teacher.

Next was maths with all that homework. And finally English class with a comical clown-faced teacher you feel like laughing at even when she's angry.

We were supposed to do a report to investigate the pros and cons of something. I chose to do a report about New Water from Singapore and guess what my teacher said? Apparently, Singapore is too big a country to go against. Felt like bursting out laughing but managed to control myself.

College ended. Withdrew some money and went back to my apartment. Did my maths homework and took a nice short nap. Woke up an hour later and started studying for my physics quiz. Managed to cramp all that projectile crap which hopefully I won't forget anytime soon.

Dinner was the usual. Again at the oh-so-sick-of-the-food Asia Cafe. Came home did some chemistry, continued with more physics and even more of maths.

Went online and read about projectiles, vectors and resolving vectors till I got a massive headache. Decided to take a break and start blogging.

While blogging, heard someone stomping up the staircase screaming hysterically. Got so frightened, imagining a ghostly figure running up and down the staircase.

Decided to stop blogging and hit the sack.

Tomorrow is going to be just another today.

The chapter of 2008

2008-01-01T19:30:00.000+08:00

01.01.2008

The start of a brand new beginning.

My New Year Resolutions

1. Study hard. Make that really hard. I have to somehow or rather achieve outstanding results at college. For a start, I don't even know what the heck my course is all about. South Australian Matriculation (SAM). All I know is that I use to have a dog called Sam once.

2. Lose weight. Come the holidays and I put on lots of unwanted kilograms. I can't fit into most of my clothes now. Sigh.

3. Eat only healthy food and avoid oily stuff. Right. I started out the morning with a plate of oily mee, by the way. I can so see myself sticking to this resolution throughout the year. Oh, and I should adopt a healthier lifestyle too. Heard that Taylor's College has a gym.

4. Grow taller. The hardest of all, I would say. You can't exactly control your height like you can of your weight. But this I must do somehow. I trip and fall flat on my face with heels on. So being taller would spare me the high heels.

5. Manage my time well. Make sure I finish up assignments on time and stop slacking. Be hardworking and destroy the 'lazy bug' I had in my head throughout last year.

6. Concentrate when the lecturers teach. (Hah. No more the term 'teacher'.) Must not sleep during class like what I did throughout last year.

7. Should be a better person in all aspects. Be polite even when it comes to the snobbiest person alive. Be patient and must stop being short-tempered. In short, be the girl your parents taught you to be when you were younger.

8. Save money. I have to buy more music albums and books. The ones I already have are starting to get outdated.

9. Make lots of new friends. I can't possibly count on my cousin. (He's the only one I know that is going to be in the same class as me, by the way.)

10. Speak better English. Try to avoid using lah's or mah's when speaking. Quite hard cause I tend to say lah almost all the time. Plus, I must brush up on my vocabulary.

11. Be more confident in front of a crowd. Think before saying anything because I always get into trouble by saying something I'm not supposed to at a completely wrong time.

12. Try not to do ridiculous things that I usually do. I'm going to a new place and am meeting completely different people so I don't want to scare them away.

13. Mingle more with the opposite sex. Being in a single-sex school your whole life (except for kindergarten, which doesn't count) doesn't help, by the way.

14. Learn how to cook. I don't even know how to break an egg, let alone frying it. Or the alternative, marry a guy who cooks well so I don't have to worry about smelling like smoke for the rest of my life.

15. And of course, the most important resolution of all resolutions is to stick to the damn resolutions.

Wanted to make eight resolutions for this being the year 2008 but of course, as you can see, I got slightly too carried away.

One thing about making resolutions is that, they don't exactly happen, do they? I don't know if it's only me, but new year resolutions are never achievable and least likely to be bothered by most who failed to pursue it. A universal known fact, I tell you.

Anyway, since I already did a list, I'm going to try and make it happen.

And whether I fail or succeed, you'll only know when it's 2009. Which I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it till then.

Happy New Year to one and all. Make 2008 a memorable one.

A reply to 'Tharani is a bitch', by WeiWern.

2007-12-29T18:25:00.000+08:00

In approximately four days, I'll be leaving for KL.

And in five days, the hectic schedule I thought I'd be free from for a few months, will repeat.

I don't like blogging about all this either and I wonder if anyone even enjoys reading it.

But then again, I just have to pour out all my anger, frustration, guilt, slight joy and excitement, hatret, pain and discomfort.

I can't believe I'll be leaving the place I grew up in and will soon live with a bunch of unknown girls which I don't think will make as good friends as I already have.

To make things worse and to make me feel even bad about everything, WeiWern just had to write a whole post in her blog about how evil I am.

Plus, she actually called me a bitch.

But I don't blame her.

When your good friend suddenly tells you that she's are leaving you all of a sudden and there might not be any possibility of you meeting her again you definitely would feel like yelling, BITCH!

Just like what I did when she told me she was leaving JB to go live with her dad in KL which is miles and miles away. And the look on her face when she said that was so unreadable.

"I'll be going to KL, Tharani."

I was like, "What?!" And she just stood there with a blank look.

I cried and then realised that she wouldn't come back and that was the end of our relationship and so what if there was the phone and Internet, nothing would be the same then to meet her and talk to her face-to-face.

But somehow or rather, I learned to live without her and in two months or so, I found her sitting there in tuition looking all so serene and innocent. The girl I thought I might never meet again was there and everything was back to normal.

And so, I thought it was.

We thought that we will always be friends, there for each other and we promised to do Form Six together until my mum just had to say, "Doing Form Six is a waste of time, I'm going to enrol you in college."

It was like a wave splashing and washing away everything. Going to college was not something I had ever planned to do or even thought about even for a split-second.

And there was my mum telling me to move on and that college means a better future and that I'm already one year younger ( I'm only sixteen but completed SPM, by the way ) and STPM would be longer route so doing pre-u would be a smarter thing and so on and so forth.

She didn't wait for my answer though. She went along, paid the registration fees and now she's saying, "Do you want me to lose the money I paid?"

Of course, I don't. Although if she willingly withdraws, I shall not say anything.

But as for now, I have to go by plans. Which means I'll won't be seeing any of my friends except for a few who are at the same college as I am but the key point is, I won't be seeing WeiWern.

I feel so bad for ditching her but I just have to remind her that she ditched me once too.

Now, we're equal. *Evil grin*

But if only it was that easy.

We pledged to be best buddies. We wanted to be friends until we were six feet under the ground. We wanted to find for husbands together, have kids at the same time so that they could be friends too, push prams together and bitch about our husband's secretaries together.

(All these feel so childish now. How old were we when we wanted to do that again?)

See the past tense there? I wish I could say, we want to, rather than, we wanted to. But I don't know if we really can do all that now.

I can't believe I'm saying this but, there's the phone and the the Internet. The exact same thing you said when you left me.

But it's not the same, is it? You came back after that, I might not.

Don't you ever forget me. Don't let this friendship we had just die off like that.

Goodbye, my friend. Be strong and don't become cappati. (An inside joke.)

Holidays are over. College is bound.

2007-12-25T17:46:00.000+08:00

Holidays being over is one thing.

College being the future is another.

None of which I'm keen on.

Except for the part where my dad had to get me a new laptop prior to joining college.

But that's a completely unrelated matter.

The most crucial thing here is that I'm in a dilemma now.

I think I'm reaching mid-life crisis.

At sixteen.

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On the brighter side of things, I just made the tastiest discovery. Potato chips should be eaten like this:

1. Lick off all the salt on the potato chip.

2. Make sure that there is no trace of salt on the potato chip and it's slightly but not too soggy.

3. Pop it into your mouth and let it melt.

Best if done with Pringles. But this method is definitely not encouraged if you want to try it with the last potato chip and satisfaction is not exactly guaranteed either.

I have no idea why but this is how I've been eating Pringles for the past few days.

Must be a symptom of the mid-life crisis.

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You must be wondering why I never said anything about the trip to KL. Well, I just found out that the reason my parents brought me there is to enrol me in college.

Translation- No more holidays.

Also means- A new beginning.

A scary new beginning for that matter.

Everything feels like crap to me now.

My hair is crap.

My feet feel like crap and it's because of the shoes bought at Mid Valley.

No wonder they were on sale.

Even the t-shirts I bought excitedly looks like crap now.

And to make things worse, this post also looks very crap.

It must be the mid-life crisis.

Maybe I should start on writing a will.

Are the Gods listening?

P.S- I'll have my cousin to thank for the help in getting my new laptop being the nut I am when it comes to technology.

Of the Ah-Beng and Ah-Lian blogs

2007-12-17T16:13:00.000+08:00

What is their problem, tell me?

I have the least idea of what's going through their minds and I don't know what is their damn problem. Why do they even blog, tell me?

To show off? But what is it do they have in their blogs that people would want to read?

Nothing, I tell you, nothing.

They tend to post the most stupid things with their so-called Ing-ge-lish.

Today ar I very the sien. I listen to the iTunes and clicking my mousie again and again and surfing the net also cannot see nice nice thing wan.

Haiya I vely lazy leh. Lazy to blog aledi. Got no inspilation wan liao.

I lovE MusiX Very mUch And No bOdy caN stop Me to Love It... eSpeciaLLy EngLish SOng... I AlSo Like tO BikE My SouLMate SkuTEr.

Get it? I don't.

(Blogger's note: If you're actually feeling threatened by what I've already said about these ah-beng and ah-lian bloggers, then don't read on because there's more to come.)

It is like a trend for them to post these kind of things especially the one with the alternating capital letters. I wonder how people actually even read stuff like that.

And they just love to say things like:

Haiz.

Sobx.

Muackz.

Lolx.

What is it with the letter 'x' and 'z' at the end of almost every word?

And have you noticed the new words these people come up with nowadays?

Fugly.

Shizz.

Gaawh.

Rawrrh.

I'd be glad if someone actually cared to tell me what these words mean.

It's either that I'm an extremely inexperienced blogger and these are the trends nowadays and I'm missing out on the coolest way of blogging.

Or that I'm actually normal and these people are the abnormal ones because the word fugly and haiz is non-existent.

What if I tell you that what you've seen is just a quarter of the real thing?

If you flinched, you're just like me. Normal, I think, I hope.

If their school teacher actually reads their blog filled with terrible, horrendous Ing-ge-lish like that, they'll will certainly get a huge tight slap right across their faces. Something that my mum would definitely do.

And check this one out:

Like, oh my god. You won't believe what just happened. A guy, like, totally made a move on me! He was like, totally ewww. I was, like, just sitting there all coolly and nicely and he was like, "Hey, can I like buy you a drink?" and I was like "Wateva." I didn't accept the drink la, of course but can you believe it? Lolx. Too bad he was, like real, fugly and not a hottie. Sobx.

Do you feel for her? She makes her blog sound like she's talking to one of her girlfriends.

I'm like, so pissed with my boyfriend. I think he's so, cheating on me. Can you believe it? Guys are like the, totally weirdest creatures on earth. ( I swear copied it directly from an unknown person's blog before any of you call me names.) Is my bf, like gone mad or something? I can't believe he is like, so rude to me. Like, what the heck? I'm, like, his sweetie, for the god's sake.

Tell me again, that I'm the normal one here.

It's not only about their Ing-ge-lish, it is also about the way they like to post shameless cam-whoring pictures of themselves, with the 'peace' sign, pouting their lips and doing the weirdest pose you've ever seen.

Really ah-beng/ah-lian, I tell you.

But what rights have I got to say about them. They are accepted in their own society and people still do read their blogs just like what I did in the past hour.

But what I did is not counted though, I was doing some research in order to become more experienced in blogging when I actually found a whole string of such bloggers.

And the funniest thing is they are all linked to each other, the tags in their chatbox are also extremely ah-beng/ah-lien -ish and almost all their posts sounds alike in an ah-beng/ah-lien way.

Fascinating, don't you think?

Well, what I actually wanted to blog about in the first place before I got so carried away was that I wouldn't be able to blog for the next whole week or so.

And, wait, it's not because I got no inspilation wan liao or that I'm too lazy to blog aledi.

It's because I'll be leaving for KL tomorrow.

And I'm informing you of this because I have this faint vision in my mind of people visiting my blog and seeing that I have no updates and then feeling so sad. It's like I make people's day with the entertainment I provide through blogging.

Okay. I'm beginning to sound like one of the ah-lian bloggers.

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We are starting to live in an ah-beng/ah-lian world, I tell you. Their popularity is rising and soon they might take over the world for all you know.

~You shall see.

Tickling your funny bones

2007-12-15T22:39:00.000+08:00

It's true what they say, small innocent things bring a smile larger than a joke. Check this ridiculous signboards and you'll see why.

Is it the sign with the sharp edges or the signboard? Anyway, just be careful in case you want to hug the signboard or something, it might prick you.

Parents, take notice of this. Ignore your chidren and they will be swinging across bars and jumping through rings like professionals.

Safety warning. I mean, you really would not want to fall into the animal's cages because if they eat your disgustingly poisonous body, they'll die! And the next day, the headlines of the papers will be, "LION DIES AFTER EATING THE STOMACH OF A MAN WHICH SUPPOSEDLY CONTAINED CHICKEN AND HAM SANDWICH."

Left! No, keep to the right! Wait, turn to the left. I mean, to your right! What the-? CRASH!!!!!

Erm. It's true, actually. Maybe they should put up such a sign in all public toilets. It'll definitely make a huge difference.

Cigarette buds. On the floor. Burning customers hands and knees. Is this bar for really short people or something?

The best reason I've ever came across. Students should use this method, really. "Teacher, my homework is unfinished because it is incomplete."

This is my all-time favourite.

(Ah, leganya.) Finally, owning a licence to fart. We all should get a PhD in fartology. To learn the art of farting in all aspects. Just wonderful.

I have got nothing to say. But don't you think that almost every guy who sees this will imagine this poor child fifteen years later?

Say "TAK NAK" if you want to end up like the 400 000 people who died from cigarettes.

Say "NAK" if you want to be like 40 million other people who are enjoying themselves with Malboro!

This is what I would call boob stereotyping. How unfair is that? Anyway, for the A's, stay away!

Apparently, there would be water on the roads when it rains. A great discovery, don't you think? But, seriously, I think this signboard reminds me a lot of myself especially when my brain doesn't function so well.

(-_-)"

Social networks. The greatest revolution, no?

2007-12-12T10:58:00.000+08:00

Why do we join such social networking sites like Facebook?

Why is it that only after joining such sites we realise how it has been swiftly swirling the drain in terms of exciting us?

Facebook was so big a deal that I wanted to join it months ago. But to prevent the distraction and for the fact that SPM was in like only months away, I waited.

And guess what, I joined it during SPM. In between the hectic schedule, the exams and while burning the midnight oil, I decided to do some social networking!

That is what sites like this can do to people. It gets you so hooked.

You don't exactly join it for its main purpose either, that is to make friends, but you just go for it. Why? When after all, friends you make in such sites are your everyday friends. But, of course, this is an exception for some social outcasts who tend to make lots of unwanted friends on such sites because they just can't do it in reality. (I'm just randomly saying this and it's not because I'm trying to point out someone in case any of you terperasaan.)

Face the fact, most of us join these sites mainly to post cute and pretty pictures of us silently wishing some hot guy falls for us.

Again not pointing out anybody, but some like to post pictures of their so-called six-pack thinking that girls might drool over them.

And then, one more thing we love to do, drop stupid, unwanted chain testimonials just to irritate our poor friends.

Or to put up lots of I Am Going To Kill You kind of messages on your boyfriend's profile because he's cheating on you and worse of all, on some innocent girl's profile for stealing your boyfriend which they never did.

Isn't this why most people join social networking sites? When these sites are actually created for better reasons, we misuse them by doing funny things such as showing off how emo or gothic we are. And worse of all, some guys go to the extend of putting a thick layer of eyeliner on themselves in an attempt to look like the My Chemical Romance just to take a picture.

Not pointing fingers, again.

We should be glad such sites like Friendster, MySpace and Facebook were created. They weren't when my mum was at school and the result? She can't possibly remember any one of her friend's names. Which is why when my mum sees a familiar face, I usually stand at a corner pretending to be interested in something stupid, praying desperately that my mum would remember her friend's name.

So be thankful you wouldn't be embarassing your kids in the future and join Facebook!

It's not that great a revolution but certainly outbeats so many other social networks on the Internet.

I'm not exactly having much fun at Facebook though. It makes you selfish. (I typed it as shellfish first. God, I just love stupid typos.)

Where was I? Yes, I'd rather post some birthday grafitti on a friend's wall than calling her up and personally wishing her now. I rather send Christmas wishes through testimonials and fake Christmas presents through Facebook.

So fine, social networking sites do make you into a crappy person but then again.

They are cool. Especially Facebook. Maybe it is a not-so-nice thing to go around giving people bodyslams, putting dryer holes in their underwears, giving them wedgies, stealing their underwears and so on and so forth. But it is certainly fun.

It's not like you can do them in reality, can you?

I just love doing ridiculous things like that.

Wasting time.

Doing pointless stuff just for self-satisfaction.

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And I know for a fact that I'm not the only one.

The craziest attempt of a love letter

2007-12-11T11:01:00.000+08:00

My most pitiful attempt to outbeat Shakespeare's love. The letter I scribbled in a total trance after being taught the Sonnet 18 two years ago.

Dear lover,

The beauty of your eyes is comparable to the explosion of constellations. No matter how many lives will be lost, it would be worth it for the beauty contained within those speckled glassy sphere-like things that some humans have began to call "eyes".

Your lips is as beautiful and tender as tuna. Although the smell of tuna is not satisfying, its juiciness is incomparable. You are aware that millions buy tuna sandwiches each day and to think that I don't have to buy them makes me euphoric. I'm forever grateful to you for introducing me to the loveliness of tuna.

Your hair is as smooth as my skin. You do know how smooth my skin is and you must be elated for your hair is just as smooth. As my fingers run through your hair, the feelings is beyond words can express. The silky feeling is just fantastic.

You are the most wonderful ostrich egg amongst all the eggs of the world. If you knew ostrich eggs like I know them, you would know that an ostrich egg is larger and has the most exquisite yolk. While others would try to inject you with growth hormones, I refuse. My love requires no genetic modification.

You are the rescue boat to my indigenous islander unsatisfied with her living conditions. Unhappy with the limited food options of mango and pomegranate, I had eaten the island's former inhabitants.

Rendered alone by my own desperate and gluttonous actions, I ranted my frustrations to a nearby palm tree as I resentfully pooped on bamboo leaves. I intrinsically knew there must be more civilized ways of defecating. Your love has brought me the toilet.

You have changed me into a whole new civilized person. No more a cannibal, I've learned the finest things of life. You made me into a better person. Now you're everything to me. Without you, there is no me.

Plainly speaking,

You're the shoelaces to my shoes.

You're the hem to my skirt.

You're the chemical that showed me romance.

You're the blink to my 182.

You're the one and only.

Love,

Your lover.

So, have you stopped laughing?

★P.S- Because life's like that

Lord Of The Rings? Isn't that the one about the boy wizard?

2007-12-08T10:21:00.000+08:00

Have you ever been in a situation where you have no idea what to say because you don't know what is everyone talking about?

And you feel so stupid to live because you never heard of anything and everything that seems to be the main topic of every conversation you're in?

When everyone is talking about books, movies and current affairs, you just sit there like a lump because you haven't read any of those books, watched any of those movies and current affairs make you want to scream.

Well, you have a problem, all right. And it's not about your intellect, which I'm sure is keen. It's your tragic character flaw -you're too honest.

Candour is a crippling deficiency in every polite social discourse.

Don't get me wrong because I'm not advocating lying. I'm talking about an art here, an art akin to bullfighting. A successful matador of the dinner table can dodge, weave and dance on the edge of disaster.

I'm sure you have seen people with the skill of lying. Like for example, if you asked him, "Have you read 'The Bartimaeus Trilogy'?" he would say, "Not recently." Of course, he never darn read it at all, but why disrupt a perfectly congenial conversation?

That's because he doesn't want to be left out. He doesn't want to admit it and lose out in a conversation. But it's true, why should you be left out? Why should let someone else make you sound stupid like you never know anything at all? Especially when he's Mr-Know-It-All.

So my advice is, bluff your way throughout the whole conversation but not in a of-course-she's-bullshitting kind of way but in a smarter she-knows-what-she's-talking-about way.

Sometimes, at one point of a conversation, someone is bound to turn to you and ask, "What do you think?"

But you don't want to say what you think because you haven't really been paying attention. You've actually been thinking about the handsome guy you met.

Do what I usually do. Say, "Depends."

And if you bluff your way through smartly, then no one will realise how stupid you actually are and will begin to nod vigorously at everything you say.

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Other than something about electrons moving in shells, the only thing that I remember that Niels Bohr said is, "There are trivial truths and the great truths. The opposite of a trivial truth is plainly false. The opposite of a great truth is also true."

What wouldn't I trade for a time machine?

2007-12-06T12:03:00.001+08:00

You were promised a free ticket, free popcorn and free drinks. So you decided to go along and watch the movie, Enchanted even though it wasn't a movie you were looking forward to.

As soon as you enter the cinema, you start to regret even more.

True love? What the heck.

And you look at your watch time and time again. But you sit there waiting for it to end soon when you start to realise that you're enjoying it.

The popcorn taste like rubber, the guy behind you keeps kicking the back of your seat but you are enjoying every single detail of the movie that you couldn't care less about what's happening around you.

The movie ends and you wish it hadn't because somehow or rather, you were reminded about the past. About how you were also once a kid who believed in fairytales.

You walk out of the movie theatre and start to ponder about how growing older had made you into a totally different person.

You aren't the same girl who wanted to marry a prince and live happily ever after.

You aren't the same girl who wanted a fairy godmother.

You aren't the same girl who wanted to have dwarfs, pixies, and elves as friends.

And it's because you grew up to face the reality.

All you need now is a contenting life which you know that all that above will not promise you.

Because it's fantasy. It's stupid.

Because you grew up.

As a kid, you wished for a wishing wand to fast forward time, to make yourself grow older.

Because you never knew then what adolescence would bring you.

But now you want a time machine to turn back time to make you a kid again.

So you could enjoy life without having to worry about exams, homework etc.

So you could enjoy childhood again.

As a kid, even reading peter and jane seemed like a chore to you because you never knew about the existence of renaissance, reformation and revolutions.

Getting the answer right to five plus six made you scream with joy and that's because you never knew about the existence of differentiation and integration.

But now you do, which is why you want to turn back time.

You were living in your own litte world then.

A nice little world where Mr. Bean could make you laugh.

But you are old now and you have to face the cruel world.

You have to wake up and smell the coffee.

This is the real world.

Childhood, teenage life. Two totally different worlds.

It makes you think what would adulthood bring you.

And you shudder just thinking about it.

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On a completely unrelated note, the class party was a total blast. Even though many of them weren't able to make it, I just thank God I wasn't one of those idiots.

The Grand Opening

2007-12-03T15:55:00.000+08:00

First post.

Testing.

I've just realised that I simply cannot cramp a whole lifetime's worth of memories into this minuscule brain of mine, which is why I finally decided to create a blog.

So this blog will be like a trash can but I do not exactly intend to write too much about stuff that happens in my everyday life.

It will be more like a platform for all my rants about everything that goes around which in the end, comes around. Mostly about my random thoughts that can often make people very confused.

Like right now, as I'm writing this, there's this thought bubble up on my head reading,

Why am I writing something here when none knows that I've created a blog?

Isn't the whole point of blogging is to be read by people?

Anyway, congratulations to those of you who have somehow managed to find your way here.

It is only now that I finally discovered this entire realm of blogging and it's a wonder to think that memories do not always fade away.

Not when you have a blog.

So, kudos to whoever came up with this great discovery.

My first footstep to whole new world.

Endless passion here.