This is how I ended my days in Kuching.
Eat. Sleep. Go out. Hit my head. Massaging my sore head. Complaining about my sore head. And the list goes on.
But I digress. I am now in my grandmother's house while pretending to understand everything she's saying. For all I know, she might be telling me to eat while I nod my head vaguely.
Is it me, or everytime we go to the airport, it never goes according to plan. This time, the plan was go to airport, check-in and have breakfast. But no.
Air Asia decided to give us an earlier flight (from the initial 12pm flight to the 11.15am flight) causing us to rush to the departure hall. In the flurry of events, we managed to buy breakfast in hopes to eat it while waiting to board the plane.
Scarfing down the last of the burger from McDonalds [we actually wanted to get those breakfast hotcake thingies but no time. Meh] we looked at the time. It's 11.20am. Where is the plane if we're supposed to board at 11.15am as stated on the boarding pass?
After half an hour of analyzing the way people walk, twiddling our thumbs and talking about the movie 'Fired Up', FINALLY. Finally, we're lining up to board the plane. Glancing at my watch, I realized it was 12pm. The original time we're supposed to board.
Air Asia, Y U make us feel happy to go earlier then take it away?
I have made up my mind. I'm very sure the people who write to Air Asia's in-flight magazine are either imaginary people or they are lying just to win prizes. rawr.
Signing out,
I-want-my-hotcakes!
Two things are aesthetically perfect in the world- the clock and the cat. -Emile Auguste Chartier
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Accidently on Purpose
You guessed it, nothing to do. Again.
Anyhoo, my time in Kuching is coming to an end. As much as I want my days to last by going out and having a blast with my friends, it is impossible although virtually possible. All this for the 'greater good'. Tell me again why I should be a good daughter and let daddy have his way?
Sometimes I remember the things we did in high school and I- who in the world is Puan Uthman Dantata and why does she want to be friends with me on Facebook? Oh sorry about that. I got distracted by a notification. Where was I? Oh right. And I remembered the time Maxine and I did some voice-over thing for the school. Well, they didn't use the video in the end but it was fun in the recording studio. But having to repeat the lines over and over again or trying to say a ridiculously long line in one breath, I don't miss that. Although hearing Maxine repeat "5 local Chinese girls" was funny.
The ISCF's annual Kindness Project- giving out free drinks during Sport's Day. Ah, memories. Eh, the drinks bukan calang-calang wan okay? Sunquick orange juice. And it's cold. For free. Walking under the hot sun to reach the Red Crescent members in their stations, passing out drinks to eager students supporting their respective houses by screaming till they're hoarse. Good times. I think we walked to McDonald's one time. All the way from Pending to Kuching town just for a sundae. Oh the power of McDonald's.
The Merdeka project is definitely worth mentioning. We came up with the script together and then had a few practice sessions. Then of course there's me screwing up the performance for the afternoon session and having a giggle-fit Lip Yi had to take over for me.
Who could forget the time we celebrated my birthday in Pizza Hut which we then ditched for the Senso, Hilton. Yeap, I celebrated my 17th in a bar y'all. And in every high, there's a low. My 18th was in National Service. It's self-explanatory.
Our very own 5Sc1 so-called 'prom night' where we all sent mass texts to everyone asking them all to wear dresses just because Miss Marjoyln [then. Now Mdm. Marjolyn] told us she wants us all to dress up. Well thanks to her, we all arrived all dolled up and ready to do what we Teresians do best. What else? EAT!
Now, why exactly am I reminiscing my past? Well, it's because we grow up and then think about the past and dream about the future while swimming/wading/cruising/hacking/sweating/bleeding through the present. Why am I mentioning only certain things? Because it's late and I'm too lazy to think about anything extra.
Oh, and this is just a random filler post. If I've wasted your time, please accept my insincere apologies because guess what? I don't care.
Signing out,
write-me-a-song?
Anyhoo, my time in Kuching is coming to an end. As much as I want my days to last by going out and having a blast with my friends, it is impossible although virtually possible. All this for the 'greater good'. Tell me again why I should be a good daughter and let daddy have his way?
Sometimes I remember the things we did in high school and I- who in the world is Puan Uthman Dantata and why does she want to be friends with me on Facebook? Oh sorry about that. I got distracted by a notification. Where was I? Oh right. And I remembered the time Maxine and I did some voice-over thing for the school. Well, they didn't use the video in the end but it was fun in the recording studio. But having to repeat the lines over and over again or trying to say a ridiculously long line in one breath, I don't miss that. Although hearing Maxine repeat "5 local Chinese girls" was funny.
The ISCF's annual Kindness Project- giving out free drinks during Sport's Day. Ah, memories. Eh, the drinks bukan calang-calang wan okay? Sunquick orange juice. And it's cold. For free. Walking under the hot sun to reach the Red Crescent members in their stations, passing out drinks to eager students supporting their respective houses by screaming till they're hoarse. Good times. I think we walked to McDonald's one time. All the way from Pending to Kuching town just for a sundae. Oh the power of McDonald's.
The Merdeka project is definitely worth mentioning. We came up with the script together and then had a few practice sessions. Then of course there's me screwing up the performance for the afternoon session and having a giggle-fit Lip Yi had to take over for me.
Who could forget the time we celebrated my birthday in Pizza Hut which we then ditched for the Senso, Hilton. Yeap, I celebrated my 17th in a bar y'all. And in every high, there's a low. My 18th was in National Service. It's self-explanatory.
Our very own 5Sc1 so-called 'prom night' where we all sent mass texts to everyone asking them all to wear dresses just because Miss Marjoyln [then. Now Mdm. Marjolyn] told us she wants us all to dress up. Well thanks to her, we all arrived all dolled up and ready to do what we Teresians do best. What else? EAT!
Now, why exactly am I reminiscing my past? Well, it's because we grow up and then think about the past and dream about the future while swimming/wading/cruising/hacking/sweating/bleeding through the present. Why am I mentioning only certain things? Because it's late and I'm too lazy to think about anything extra.
Oh, and this is just a random filler post. If I've wasted your time, please accept my insincere apologies because guess what? I don't care.
Signing out,
write-me-a-song?
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Kuching, Did You Miss Me?
Overslept and woke up at 5am this morning.
Yea, I know what you're thinking. 5am and it's called overslept? Well, I was supposed to leave the house at 5am then reach the airport at 6.30am to check-in early and get the emergency seats for bigger leg room and have breakfast with dad and then take my sweet time to the departure gate at 7.40am.
BUT..
Since I overslept, we left the house at 5.45am, reached the airport at 6.40am, checked-in and breakfast, hugged dad and went through immigrations.
Looking at my boarding pass, it was circled "Gate P7". So I made my way to P7 only to find that it's for those going to Langkawi. Cursing Air Asia inwardly, I walked looking like I owned the place and looked for flight AK 5202. There it was- gate P10. Muttering under my breath, I sat down and wondered where is everyone? P10 was practically deserted. I switched on my laptop and proceeded to read a book when I felt my phone vibrate. Mum. After a long chat with her, I looked up at the LED board. It no longer showed Kuching. Instead it was bound to Surabaya!
What just happened? With a stoic face, I picked up my bag and ducked into the nearest shop. Pretending to look at the expiry date of the bread [of all things], I scanned the nearest gates for their details. Lo and behold. Gate P7 [again] bound to Kuching and it's what? I squint my eyes a little. Is boarding? Oh shoot!
I hurriedly replaced the bread back onto the shelves and sauntered to the accursed gate. Within 5 minutes, we were making our way to the aircraft. Damn Air Asia and their stinginess. No nose bridge meaning we had to walk all the way from the main terminal to the plane. Glancing at my boarding pass, I looked for my seat. 9D. YES! Aisle seat! Not bothering to make small talk with my neighbour, I tried to make myself comfortable with the small leg room and the sun shining right in my eyes.
The flight was good and as comfortable as it could get. I mean, if Air Asia wasn't so stingy, we'd have bigger leg room but that would mean less passengers per airbus. But hey, it's not like Mr. Tony is my godfather or anything.
Upon landing, the pilot did announce that we'd have to wait for the seat belt sign to be turned off then we're allowed to stand and collect our bags from the overhead compartment. But no. Malaysians just can't wait. As soon as the plane stopped, everyone stood up. It's like as if the plane would take off to the next destination leaving them stranded in the plane. Since I was in the aisle seat, I kept seated causing my already-standing neighbours to flash me a smile masking the annoyance. I smiled back saying "aren't Malaysians so impatient? The seat belt sign is not even turned off", I pointed to the little sign above us. They smiled back, this time slightly embarrassed and sat down. People around me were still trying to reach their bags from the overhead compartment and to make matters worse, the door is still not opened. With to many people in the aisles and no room to move, these idiots are still attempting to reach out and flail their arms around like a drowning goose and after 3 or 4 tries, they give up. I tried so hard not to burst out laughing at their antics.
After 3 gruelling minutes, the door finally opened and the people in the aisle dashed out. It was like as if they were competing in Amazing Race or something. I took my sweet time getting out of my seat and out of the plane, pausing to thank the stewardesses.
As soon as my feet touched the ground, I started smiling. Smiling so wide my muscles actually ached after a while. With a spring in my step, I made my way to the immigrations department. The poor guy looked like he had a bad day. I walked up to him and smiled. "Good morning!" I greeted him and immediately he looked happier. With a few taps of the keyboard, he gave me back my IC and said "Welcome back to Kuching". He has no idea how much that made me feel.
Making my way to the baggage carousel, I felt light-headed. Partly because I slept at 1.30am and woke up at 5am and also because I was finally home. Taking a trolley from the bay, I set my laptop bag down and sat on the trolley. People were staring at me but I couldn't care less. A little girl saw me and she proceeded to sit down like I did. Upon claiming my luggage, I walked out of Kuching International Airport feeling like I was finally home.
Signing out,
now-everyone's-a-fly!
Ps: as I was sleeping in the plane, I had a dream. I dreamt of you with me in the plane. I finally had a dream after many dreamless sleep.
Yea, I know what you're thinking. 5am and it's called overslept? Well, I was supposed to leave the house at 5am then reach the airport at 6.30am to check-in early and get the emergency seats for bigger leg room and have breakfast with dad and then take my sweet time to the departure gate at 7.40am.
BUT..
Since I overslept, we left the house at 5.45am, reached the airport at 6.40am, checked-in and breakfast, hugged dad and went through immigrations.
Looking at my boarding pass, it was circled "Gate P7". So I made my way to P7 only to find that it's for those going to Langkawi. Cursing Air Asia inwardly, I walked looking like I owned the place and looked for flight AK 5202. There it was- gate P10. Muttering under my breath, I sat down and wondered where is everyone? P10 was practically deserted. I switched on my laptop and proceeded to read a book when I felt my phone vibrate. Mum. After a long chat with her, I looked up at the LED board. It no longer showed Kuching. Instead it was bound to Surabaya!
What just happened? With a stoic face, I picked up my bag and ducked into the nearest shop. Pretending to look at the expiry date of the bread [of all things], I scanned the nearest gates for their details. Lo and behold. Gate P7 [again] bound to Kuching and it's what? I squint my eyes a little. Is boarding? Oh shoot!
I hurriedly replaced the bread back onto the shelves and sauntered to the accursed gate. Within 5 minutes, we were making our way to the aircraft. Damn Air Asia and their stinginess. No nose bridge meaning we had to walk all the way from the main terminal to the plane. Glancing at my boarding pass, I looked for my seat. 9D. YES! Aisle seat! Not bothering to make small talk with my neighbour, I tried to make myself comfortable with the small leg room and the sun shining right in my eyes.
The flight was good and as comfortable as it could get. I mean, if Air Asia wasn't so stingy, we'd have bigger leg room but that would mean less passengers per airbus. But hey, it's not like Mr. Tony is my godfather or anything.
Upon landing, the pilot did announce that we'd have to wait for the seat belt sign to be turned off then we're allowed to stand and collect our bags from the overhead compartment. But no. Malaysians just can't wait. As soon as the plane stopped, everyone stood up. It's like as if the plane would take off to the next destination leaving them stranded in the plane. Since I was in the aisle seat, I kept seated causing my already-standing neighbours to flash me a smile masking the annoyance. I smiled back saying "aren't Malaysians so impatient? The seat belt sign is not even turned off", I pointed to the little sign above us. They smiled back, this time slightly embarrassed and sat down. People around me were still trying to reach their bags from the overhead compartment and to make matters worse, the door is still not opened. With to many people in the aisles and no room to move, these idiots are still attempting to reach out and flail their arms around like a drowning goose and after 3 or 4 tries, they give up. I tried so hard not to burst out laughing at their antics.
After 3 gruelling minutes, the door finally opened and the people in the aisle dashed out. It was like as if they were competing in Amazing Race or something. I took my sweet time getting out of my seat and out of the plane, pausing to thank the stewardesses.
As soon as my feet touched the ground, I started smiling. Smiling so wide my muscles actually ached after a while. With a spring in my step, I made my way to the immigrations department. The poor guy looked like he had a bad day. I walked up to him and smiled. "Good morning!" I greeted him and immediately he looked happier. With a few taps of the keyboard, he gave me back my IC and said "Welcome back to Kuching". He has no idea how much that made me feel.
Making my way to the baggage carousel, I felt light-headed. Partly because I slept at 1.30am and woke up at 5am and also because I was finally home. Taking a trolley from the bay, I set my laptop bag down and sat on the trolley. People were staring at me but I couldn't care less. A little girl saw me and she proceeded to sit down like I did. Upon claiming my luggage, I walked out of Kuching International Airport feeling like I was finally home.
Signing out,
now-everyone's-a-fly!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Famous Last Words
Preparing for Biology semester exam should have been a breeze. The drill was to read Campbell, read lecturer's notes, read Salters-Nuffield textbook, read Pearson textbook and do past year papers. But being the lazy ass I am, I:
1. read 3 pages of Campbell and got tired.
2. did not read Salter's
The only thing I can say I did [truthfully speaking] is that I read my lecturer's notes, read Pearson and did some past year questions.
Noticing a trend in our topic tests that they are usually past year questions, I decided to take the initiative to do random questions. While doing, I realised some questions are still using the old syllabus or old specifications. This was then confirmed by a friend whose friend [yea, it usually happens that way] saying that question sof this particular manner would not come out.
Famous last words: This won't come out wan. It's not in the specs (specifications).
Har-har-har.
Moral of the story? If you notice the trend of them setting past year questions, for the love of God and His creatures, do the blardi past years. Don't even bother to refer to the specifications.
But by all means, refer to the accursed specifications when it counts.
Signing out,
Lady-in-Spain
1. read 3 pages of Campbell and got tired.
2. did not read Salter's
The only thing I can say I did [truthfully speaking] is that I read my lecturer's notes, read Pearson and did some past year questions.
Noticing a trend in our topic tests that they are usually past year questions, I decided to take the initiative to do random questions. While doing, I realised some questions are still using the old syllabus or old specifications. This was then confirmed by a friend whose friend [yea, it usually happens that way] saying that question sof this particular manner would not come out.
Famous last words: This won't come out wan. It's not in the specs (specifications).
Har-har-har.
Moral of the story? If you notice the trend of them setting past year questions, for the love of God and His creatures, do the blardi past years. Don't even bother to refer to the specifications.
But by all means, refer to the accursed specifications when it counts.
Signing out,
Lady-in-Spain
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Joy To The Fishes In The Deep Blue Sea
My first exposure to an A-Level math paper brought back a lot of memories.
As I picked up my pen and started on the first few questions, I was immediately teleported back to the first time I set my eyes on an Additional Mathematics (or more affectionately known as Add Math paper) in Form 4.
I wouldn't say it was excruciatingly hard but all the while, I heard my voice at the back of my head. The one-sided conversation went a little like this:
"Hmmm.. A 'proving' question. Whoa, the equation is so long. I wonder if I could take this logarithm out and multiply..yes.. It works. Okay, proven."
*looks at clock*
"Oh dang", I cursed under my breath, just loud enough for my neighbour to glance at me. I flashed her a smile and picked up the pace for the next question.
"Sketch the graph of.. Oh crap, I forgot how to complete the square! Let me see.. Oh there, I got it. Phew. Now to draw the graph."
*glances at clock*
I winced internally as I read the next question. "Find the discriminant of.. Wait, what is a discriminant? A discriminating number? Why does that number discriminate other numbers? Is it racist? Not wait, numbers can't be racist. I know! It's a number-ist!" I did a little happy dance in my head because I made up a new term when my subconscious said "Why in heaven's gates and hell's flames are you rejoicing? Get back to work!"
"You have 10 more minutes."
"Oh dang I..wait, I'm comple.. DONE!" I smile triumphantly willing my exam paper to groan for I have defeated the evil monster of a paper, slayed it's many heads like Hercules did to the Hydra, the mythical creature (not the one in Biology) and in it's dying moments, bequeath its worldly possessions which includes a mansion and an Olympic-sized pool complete with a private jet and a tropical island somewhere in the Bahamas.
Then it all came to a screeching halt, with enough G-force to cause spontaneous abortion. "HOW IN THE WORLD DID I GET THIS EQUATION EFF-ED UP?!" *looks at clock* "Oh sweet mother Earth and gravity that holds everything in place, please please allocate me enough time to chan-" "Time's up! Stop writing."
Oh Sh_t.
Signing out,
screwed-up
As I picked up my pen and started on the first few questions, I was immediately teleported back to the first time I set my eyes on an Additional Mathematics (or more affectionately known as Add Math paper) in Form 4.
I wouldn't say it was excruciatingly hard but all the while, I heard my voice at the back of my head. The one-sided conversation went a little like this:
"Hmmm.. A 'proving' question. Whoa, the equation is so long. I wonder if I could take this logarithm out and multiply..yes.. It works. Okay, proven."
*looks at clock*
"Oh dang", I cursed under my breath, just loud enough for my neighbour to glance at me. I flashed her a smile and picked up the pace for the next question.
"Sketch the graph of.. Oh crap, I forgot how to complete the square! Let me see.. Oh there, I got it. Phew. Now to draw the graph."
*glances at clock*
I winced internally as I read the next question. "Find the discriminant of.. Wait, what is a discriminant? A discriminating number? Why does that number discriminate other numbers? Is it racist? Not wait, numbers can't be racist. I know! It's a number-ist!" I did a little happy dance in my head because I made up a new term when my subconscious said "Why in heaven's gates and hell's flames are you rejoicing? Get back to work!"
"You have 10 more minutes."
"Oh dang I..wait, I'm comple.. DONE!" I smile triumphantly willing my exam paper to groan for I have defeated the evil monster of a paper, slayed it's many heads like Hercules did to the Hydra, the mythical creature (not the one in Biology) and in it's dying moments, bequeath its worldly possessions which includes a mansion and an Olympic-sized pool complete with a private jet and a tropical island somewhere in the Bahamas.
Then it all came to a screeching halt, with enough G-force to cause spontaneous abortion. "HOW IN THE WORLD DID I GET THIS EQUATION EFF-ED UP?!" *looks at clock* "Oh sweet mother Earth and gravity that holds everything in place, please please allocate me enough time to chan-" "Time's up! Stop writing."
Oh Sh_t.
Signing out,
screwed-up
Monday, November 8, 2010
Me And My Blind Optimism
The exam's are closing in and here I am with one tab on blogger.com, another on Facebook and the third on icanhascheezburger.com. Oh, I also signed into Skype and Msn Messenger. To add the icing on the 'fail cake', I'm also playing Freecell like as if my life depends on it. I shall call it Abs' Disorder!
Maybe it's my method of dealing with stress? I don't know. All I know is that I tend to do impractical and time-wasting things when I'm supposed to be doing something else. Bad habit. And I know it. They say the first step to breaking an addiction (let's just call this an addiction) is by admitting you have a problem. There, I said it. I have a problem. A gigantic one, if I may add.
That should settle it, right? WRONG! Next step is convincing my mind that everything is not okay. That should cause my mind to go into shock and I'd feel the sudden urge to go open my books and do some past year questions. D'arvit! My brain seems to have something like a shield. Hey, I must be Bella! But I digress. See, there's two sides in every human being. Some call it an alter ego. Whatever you call it, it is two separate individuals fighting for dominion. Okay, now it sounds like something out of Star Wars but you get the idea right? There are times I'm almost a nerd. I won't say a full-fledged nerd because it has never gone that far. And sometimes I'm a serial procrastinator. To me, there's always tomorrow. And to make it even better, I don't plan much. To me, planning for the future is what to have for dinner later. EVerything else is mostly spur of the moment. Hence the random questions and impulsive behaviour. Wait, I'm not impulsive. I think things through and that would make me, uh, not impulsive?
See, I'm contradicting myself. It's typical of a procrastinator and those suffering from this disorder to contradict themselves because remember, the two sides are still at war.
Okay, enough with the psychological analysis. I have to blame it on the psychologist in me. She annoys me sometimes. Hey, maybe next time I'll reveal the many sides of me here. So far, we've uncovered the nerd, the procrastinator and the psychologist and I'm sure there are others. I can't wait! :D
Signing out,
no-hay-problema
Maybe it's my method of dealing with stress? I don't know. All I know is that I tend to do impractical and time-wasting things when I'm supposed to be doing something else. Bad habit. And I know it. They say the first step to breaking an addiction (let's just call this an addiction) is by admitting you have a problem. There, I said it. I have a problem. A gigantic one, if I may add.
That should settle it, right? WRONG! Next step is convincing my mind that everything is not okay. That should cause my mind to go into shock and I'd feel the sudden urge to go open my books and do some past year questions. D'arvit! My brain seems to have something like a shield. Hey, I must be Bella! But I digress. See, there's two sides in every human being. Some call it an alter ego. Whatever you call it, it is two separate individuals fighting for dominion. Okay, now it sounds like something out of Star Wars but you get the idea right? There are times I'm almost a nerd. I won't say a full-fledged nerd because it has never gone that far. And sometimes I'm a serial procrastinator. To me, there's always tomorrow. And to make it even better, I don't plan much. To me, planning for the future is what to have for dinner later. EVerything else is mostly spur of the moment. Hence the random questions and impulsive behaviour. Wait, I'm not impulsive. I think things through and that would make me, uh, not impulsive?
See, I'm contradicting myself. It's typical of a procrastinator and those suffering from this disorder to contradict themselves because remember, the two sides are still at war.
Okay, enough with the psychological analysis. I have to blame it on the psychologist in me. She annoys me sometimes. Hey, maybe next time I'll reveal the many sides of me here. So far, we've uncovered the nerd, the procrastinator and the psychologist and I'm sure there are others. I can't wait! :D
Signing out,
no-hay-problema
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Amie
Truth be told, I have trouble sleeping nowadays. It's like reality just came crashing down forcing me to take a good look in the mirror (no, not the vanity mirror) and wonder "What is to become of me?"
For a second there I'm reminded of the movie 'My Fair Lady'. That is one of my all-time favorite movies and I never get tired of it. Songs like 'Wouldn't it be lovely?', 'With a little bit of luck', 'Just you wait' and 'On the street where you live' are just evergreen and I doubt I'll ever get tired of listening to them over and over again.
Notice the time this is posted? General insomnia is getting to me. Not a very nice feeling but I refuse to sleep early and getting up late is just fine. Why, Abigail? Why?
Repetition then reminds my of the book Artemis Fowl- Atlantis Complex. The protagonist now finds himself in a little more trouble than he ought to be. I mean, here Arty was, a criminal mastermind with a mental disorder. What a strange idea you have there, Mr Colfer. I've decided (against my will) to abandon that book for greener pastures. More like dead, dry grass with weeds chocking seedlings. Oh woe.
The title of this post is actually a song I recently discovered. Amie. It means friend in French. Sung by Damien Rice, this song has a very calming effect with what sounds like an orchestra of stringed instruments keeping me company as I write this. Knowing me, it's played on loop. I kid you not. It is played repetitively. Over and over again. It looks like I'm over Taylor Swift's album. But I doubt it. This is just another seasonal song.
Speaking of the seasons, I don't particularly like the weather here. It's hot and when it rains, it's like the rain clouds just decided to tease us poor, suffering inhabitants of Shah Alam. If anything, I blame global climate change. There was a time when Shah Alam was known for raining ever now and then. Now, the weather's so dry the dried leaves that fall to the ground have a nice crunchy sound when you step on them. *crunch* Yep, that's the sound of global warming alright.
Thinking about global warming and it's effects is actually very scary compared to when I thought about it a while ago. Maybe it's because of the sudden rise in the number of movies talking about the Apocalypse like 2012 and The Day After Tomorrow. Either way, National Geographic has her way of tugging at my heartstrings every time they show a particular animal species affected by global warming. And then there's the books. I really do appreciate it when authors come up with books that are not only interesting but they highlight things like world peace, climate change, ethnic cleansing among others. Maybe Stephanie Meyer could take a hint or two and produce something like that other than a lovestruck teenager and her irrational obsession of being immortal. I mean, that could probably give her back some dignity that she lost when Twilight was published. See, I'm not against Twilight. I'm against the values in Twilight. Under the 'teenage angst and romance' surface, there's just some things I don't agree on. We're looking at pedophilia, obsession, rage, and basically how Bella is portrayed as weak and how she needs Edward like she needs oxygen. When Edward leaves her, she goes looking for Jacob. Interesting, no? I mean that basically translates to being a (pardon the word) bitch.
I look back and marvel at my amazing abilities to jump from one topic to another. It's a gift :D
Signing out,
two-more-weeks-baybeh!
For a second there I'm reminded of the movie 'My Fair Lady'. That is one of my all-time favorite movies and I never get tired of it. Songs like 'Wouldn't it be lovely?', 'With a little bit of luck', 'Just you wait' and 'On the street where you live' are just evergreen and I doubt I'll ever get tired of listening to them over and over again.
Notice the time this is posted? General insomnia is getting to me. Not a very nice feeling but I refuse to sleep early and getting up late is just fine. Why, Abigail? Why?
Repetition then reminds my of the book Artemis Fowl- Atlantis Complex. The protagonist now finds himself in a little more trouble than he ought to be. I mean, here Arty was, a criminal mastermind with a mental disorder. What a strange idea you have there, Mr Colfer. I've decided (against my will) to abandon that book for greener pastures. More like dead, dry grass with weeds chocking seedlings. Oh woe.
The title of this post is actually a song I recently discovered. Amie. It means friend in French. Sung by Damien Rice, this song has a very calming effect with what sounds like an orchestra of stringed instruments keeping me company as I write this. Knowing me, it's played on loop. I kid you not. It is played repetitively. Over and over again. It looks like I'm over Taylor Swift's album. But I doubt it. This is just another seasonal song.
Speaking of the seasons, I don't particularly like the weather here. It's hot and when it rains, it's like the rain clouds just decided to tease us poor, suffering inhabitants of Shah Alam. If anything, I blame global climate change. There was a time when Shah Alam was known for raining ever now and then. Now, the weather's so dry the dried leaves that fall to the ground have a nice crunchy sound when you step on them. *crunch* Yep, that's the sound of global warming alright.
Thinking about global warming and it's effects is actually very scary compared to when I thought about it a while ago. Maybe it's because of the sudden rise in the number of movies talking about the Apocalypse like 2012 and The Day After Tomorrow. Either way, National Geographic has her way of tugging at my heartstrings every time they show a particular animal species affected by global warming. And then there's the books. I really do appreciate it when authors come up with books that are not only interesting but they highlight things like world peace, climate change, ethnic cleansing among others. Maybe Stephanie Meyer could take a hint or two and produce something like that other than a lovestruck teenager and her irrational obsession of being immortal. I mean, that could probably give her back some dignity that she lost when Twilight was published. See, I'm not against Twilight. I'm against the values in Twilight. Under the 'teenage angst and romance' surface, there's just some things I don't agree on. We're looking at pedophilia, obsession, rage, and basically how Bella is portrayed as weak and how she needs Edward like she needs oxygen. When Edward leaves her, she goes looking for Jacob. Interesting, no? I mean that basically translates to being a (pardon the word) bitch.
I look back and marvel at my amazing abilities to jump from one topic to another. It's a gift :D
Signing out,
two-more-weeks-baybeh!
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Bimbo-ed
I've always wante dto write a bimbo post. So, here goes nothing
The author may not be held responsible for any damage done to the eyes and brain and will not be held accountable if the world stops revolving in it's rightful path.
Oh, and it sounds better if you read it like a bimbo.
Anyway, so I've been like totally busy and stuff doing like studying and stuff. It's been really hectic and my schedule's like so messed-up. I looked at that thing, the one with dates on? Yea, the calender. Right. So I like looked at the calender and like OHEMGEE *squeals* the finals are like so near like. So I was like so freaked-out like and I felt so emo I like painted my nails black and like tried to look emo the whole day. But I couldn't cos like I'm naturally perky and fun and like yea, fun and stuff so it like so totally failed. Or maybe it's because I didn't put on the eyeliner?
Oh, OH! And my biatch made me so totally interested in reading this book. It's called like Jane Eyre (I'm very aware bimbos don't read Jane Eyre. Bear with me). I've only like read the first part cos like I said, I've been like totally swamped in preparing for like finals and stuff. So far, I've only like read the part where she's like constantly abused by her cousins and aunts. Like OMG, who would do that to their like relative? That's like so totally lame and stuff. Like totally. She stays with them cos she's like an orphan. Oh and by the way, orphan means no parents. Yea, I totally checked out the dictionary for the meaning. Like the words the use were like so big and stuff. Like 'solitary' and 'transitory' and 'harmony'. Like, what the heck is harmony?
I was like so totally into studying my Chemistry cos like Chemistry is really fun and stuff. You get to mix like this totally awesome liquids and they turn like this totally awesome colours, like. It's like really cool. So, this book I'm like studyin from, it's like super thick! It's 248 pages! Like OMG seriously. Like how am I supposed to read all of that?
Last night I slept like super early at like 3am. I was like partying the whole night with my biatches with this dude named George Facer, Campbell and Reece. They're like total party animals. But I had to leave early cos I was like really tired and stuff. Bummer. The party was just getting started :(
Oh, a text! Looks like dinner is going to be chicken. I'm a vegan. Is chicken like a vegetable?
Signing out,
i-tried
So what do you think? :D
The author may not be held responsible for any damage done to the eyes and brain and will not be held accountable if the world stops revolving in it's rightful path.
Oh, and it sounds better if you read it like a bimbo.
Anyway, so I've been like totally busy and stuff doing like studying and stuff. It's been really hectic and my schedule's like so messed-up. I looked at that thing, the one with dates on? Yea, the calender. Right. So I like looked at the calender and like OHEMGEE *squeals* the finals are like so near like. So I was like so freaked-out like and I felt so emo I like painted my nails black and like tried to look emo the whole day. But I couldn't cos like I'm naturally perky and fun and like yea, fun and stuff so it like so totally failed. Or maybe it's because I didn't put on the eyeliner?
Oh, OH! And my biatch made me so totally interested in reading this book. It's called like Jane Eyre (I'm very aware bimbos don't read Jane Eyre. Bear with me). I've only like read the first part cos like I said, I've been like totally swamped in preparing for like finals and stuff. So far, I've only like read the part where she's like constantly abused by her cousins and aunts. Like OMG, who would do that to their like relative? That's like so totally lame and stuff. Like totally. She stays with them cos she's like an orphan. Oh and by the way, orphan means no parents. Yea, I totally checked out the dictionary for the meaning. Like the words the use were like so big and stuff. Like 'solitary' and 'transitory' and 'harmony'. Like, what the heck is harmony?
I was like so totally into studying my Chemistry cos like Chemistry is really fun and stuff. You get to mix like this totally awesome liquids and they turn like this totally awesome colours, like. It's like really cool. So, this book I'm like studyin from, it's like super thick! It's 248 pages! Like OMG seriously. Like how am I supposed to read all of that?
Last night I slept like super early at like 3am. I was like partying the whole night with my biatches with this dude named George Facer, Campbell and Reece. They're like total party animals. But I had to leave early cos I was like really tired and stuff. Bummer. The party was just getting started :(
Oh, a text! Looks like dinner is going to be chicken. I'm a vegan. Is chicken like a vegetable?
Signing out,
i-tried
So what do you think? :D
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