Earwax: My own renditions of Scott Joplin rags
Eyeboogers: Robert Atkins - Art Spoke: A Guide To Modern Ideas, Movements, And Buzzwords, 1848-1944
Been fantasmagorically busy. I have to finish all my schoolwork in two weeks before the architectural workshop, and on top of that, there have been meetings left and right for new student associations plus I have all this schmoe I have to do for Ives.
Went for taekwondo training on Thursday, and now my arms hurt so much I can't practise piano very well. Just when I got my mojo back. And oh yeah, I got kicked in the stomach. My reflexes are so off the charts.
Blogs are gonna be scarce until after the 23rd of March. Got a LOT of schtuff to do. But I'll check in at least once or twice a week.
On another note, I'm getting new books and CDs tomorrow ^_^ Been sprucing up my wishlist, not that I think that anyone would get me anything *rolls eyes* Mona Lisa smile was pretty good, except that now I want even more music since I don't have much from the fifties.
Here's what I hope I will be getting tomorrow:
Books:
George Orwell - 1984
Nick Hornby - High Fidelity
Homer - Iliad & Odyssey, or Milton - Paradise Lost
Plus a book on witchcraft or something along those lines. Although I don't think Babah would agree, so I'll probably grab Salman Rushdie's Satanic Verses. Biiig difference, ne?
CDs:
The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead
Black Lab - Your Body Above Me, or
Black Keys - Thickfreakness
February 28, 2004
February 22, 2004
I Think I Wanted This To Happen
Earwax: Medeski Martin & Wood - Combustication
So Abang picked me up this morning and we went over to Wondermilk at One Utama to get the Lomo camera. We were standing in front of the display, his eyes rolling as I explained the inner workings of the different Lomos. Of course, he didn't see the sense in it, saying that I could just cut up four pictures and it would look exactly the same. So instead of convincing him further, I dragged him to Tower Records, where I got the above CD (yay!) and will get at least two more CDs from Music Magic next weekend.
So next weekend, Mona Lisa Smile with Melissa, books from Babah and more CDs from Abang. Lovely. Loveleeeee. :D
So Abang picked me up this morning and we went over to Wondermilk at One Utama to get the Lomo camera. We were standing in front of the display, his eyes rolling as I explained the inner workings of the different Lomos. Of course, he didn't see the sense in it, saying that I could just cut up four pictures and it would look exactly the same. So instead of convincing him further, I dragged him to Tower Records, where I got the above CD (yay!) and will get at least two more CDs from Music Magic next weekend.
So next weekend, Mona Lisa Smile with Melissa, books from Babah and more CDs from Abang. Lovely. Loveleeeee. :D
February 21, 2004
It Just Got Better
The O.C. is on 8TV. Adam Brody ish da ish. This weekend is great. I've been smiling so much I look like I slept with a hanger in my mouth.
Temporary Freedom
Earwax: The School Of Rock soundtrack is still ringing in my ears ^_^
Eyeboogers: James Finn Garner - More Politically Correct Bedtime Stories
My mommy is in Jakarta! (Alia does a wild jig) And she's only coming back on Tuesday! (Alia almost breaks her hip doing the salsa) I can't sleep over anywhere tomorrow though, since my dad insists that I have a home, therefore I must return to it to sleep. Reasonable enough.
Watched 'School Of Rock' just now, it's so coool. The drummer boy was amazing, though Saiful's eyes were glued on the bassist 'Posh Spice'. She's hot, like a younger Jessica Alba, whom I openly admit that if I were a lesbian, she would be my dream girl. Now I want the soundtrack, since Music Magic doesn't have any Black Keys albums. *sniff*
Low came after the movie, and over scoops of Baskin Robbin's, he divulged an apparently famous tip: If you watch the black-and-white version of 'Wizard Of Oz' and listen to Pink Floyd (didn't get the exact album) while smoking pot, it's the perfect setting to get high with. Apparently. Not that I take weed, you understand. *whistles innocently*
Gonna get me a birthday present from Abang tomorrow :) If I can't get a Lomo camera off him, I'm requesting two CDs. Me sho gweedy. And my dad's gonna get me some books. Stupendous.
It's a good weekend. It's a very, very good weekend.
Eyeboogers: James Finn Garner - More Politically Correct Bedtime Stories
My mommy is in Jakarta! (Alia does a wild jig) And she's only coming back on Tuesday! (Alia almost breaks her hip doing the salsa) I can't sleep over anywhere tomorrow though, since my dad insists that I have a home, therefore I must return to it to sleep. Reasonable enough.
Watched 'School Of Rock' just now, it's so coool. The drummer boy was amazing, though Saiful's eyes were glued on the bassist 'Posh Spice'. She's hot, like a younger Jessica Alba, whom I openly admit that if I were a lesbian, she would be my dream girl. Now I want the soundtrack, since Music Magic doesn't have any Black Keys albums. *sniff*
Low came after the movie, and over scoops of Baskin Robbin's, he divulged an apparently famous tip: If you watch the black-and-white version of 'Wizard Of Oz' and listen to Pink Floyd (didn't get the exact album) while smoking pot, it's the perfect setting to get high with. Apparently. Not that I take weed, you understand. *whistles innocently*
Gonna get me a birthday present from Abang tomorrow :) If I can't get a Lomo camera off him, I'm requesting two CDs. Me sho gweedy. And my dad's gonna get me some books. Stupendous.
It's a good weekend. It's a very, very good weekend.
February 20, 2004
Like I Don't Have Enough To Do...
Oh great. Apparently no one likes Ives except for yours truly. And guess what? He's the president of the protem committee for the Architecture/Interior Student's Club, and me, myself and moi is the secretary. Damn my good English.
Funny thing is, Hwang is the assistant secretary. My life is so strange.
Funny thing is, Hwang is the assistant secretary. My life is so strange.
February 19, 2004
Foods That Give Me Headaches
1) Coffee, anything caffeinated
2) Chocolate
3) Cheese
4) Too much sugar
And tonight, one more item goes on the list:
5) Wasabi
That stuff is vile. It was a lovely dinner, but talk about after-effects. My head is pounding. Blargh.
2) Chocolate
3) Cheese
4) Too much sugar
And tonight, one more item goes on the list:
5) Wasabi
That stuff is vile. It was a lovely dinner, but talk about after-effects. My head is pounding. Blargh.
February 18, 2004
A Tweedle Beetle Noodle Poodle Bottled Paddled Muddled Duddled Fuddled Wuddled Fox In Socks, Sir!
Earwax: The whirring of the standing fan about six feet away from me.
Eyeboogers: Dr Seuss - Fox In Socks
Since Owen has twenty opinions on anything, I have managed to persuade him to blog here. Thanks to him now, a little rearranging has been done. Looks cleaner now, I think. Wanna see whether I can get Saiful to blog here too...
And, oh, how's this for a birthday present: yet another of Akasha's lectures. I have no idea how someone can mean so well and sound so hateful. It's wierd. She's yelling at me because I don't call her every single time I reach/leave anywhere so she can know exactly where I am at every damn moment of the day. Yes, she's my mom, but that doesn't mean she can CCTV my life. Ugh.
I've been feeling so... compressed lately. I have a ton of work to do for school, everyday piano-practising sessions that I must do, and constant hovering by my mother doesn't help. It's like being in a fighter plane, ducking all the shots and trying to get your own to hit the enemy while having a crazy itch on your back that you can't scratch or you and your plane go down in plumes of smoke. Being alone in my room or with friends once a week is constantly interrupted by Akasha constantly calling me out to watch Charmed with her or grounding me just because she thinks that the roads might be jammed. I need space.
Thank God I have this.
Eyeboogers: Dr Seuss - Fox In Socks
Since Owen has twenty opinions on anything, I have managed to persuade him to blog here. Thanks to him now, a little rearranging has been done. Looks cleaner now, I think. Wanna see whether I can get Saiful to blog here too...
And, oh, how's this for a birthday present: yet another of Akasha's lectures. I have no idea how someone can mean so well and sound so hateful. It's wierd. She's yelling at me because I don't call her every single time I reach/leave anywhere so she can know exactly where I am at every damn moment of the day. Yes, she's my mom, but that doesn't mean she can CCTV my life. Ugh.
I've been feeling so... compressed lately. I have a ton of work to do for school, everyday piano-practising sessions that I must do, and constant hovering by my mother doesn't help. It's like being in a fighter plane, ducking all the shots and trying to get your own to hit the enemy while having a crazy itch on your back that you can't scratch or you and your plane go down in plumes of smoke. Being alone in my room or with friends once a week is constantly interrupted by Akasha constantly calling me out to watch Charmed with her or grounding me just because she thinks that the roads might be jammed. I need space.
Thank God I have this.
What In The World Am I Doing Here?
Dropping by to say hi. It's Alyssa's birthday by the way. Send her something nice. Click on the wishlist link. Go on. You know you want to.
Another Day, Another Year
Earwax: Internet Radio from someone else's speakers
Eyeboogers: Dr. Seuss' Seuss-isms
Person 1: You know, a year ago today, I was a year younger.
Person 2: You mean it's your birthday today?
Eyeboogers: Dr. Seuss' Seuss-isms
Person 1: You know, a year ago today, I was a year younger.
Person 2: You mean it's your birthday today?
A Completely Pointless Tale
Earwax: Mother Earth - The People Tree
Here's the cast of characters for today's entry:
Ives - Tall, lanky Chinese guy, terribly serious about work, and one of those rare people who can command respect immediately.
Hwang - Wierd-humored Chinese guy, protege of the best student in college, generally well-liked.
Me - Unexplainable Malay girl, has too many things to do, either loved or despised.
The trouble:
Ives and Hwang are a volatile combination. Since we are in design school, people have different ideas and ways of doing things and them two men chose different paths a long while ago. I get along fine with both guys seperately, though.
The story:
There's an architectural workshop to be held about a month from now in UIA Gombak and all the architecture students plus some interior students are going, kinda like sleep-away camp. The main event in the competition is obviously the design division, and there are two teams representing my college. One team is headed by Ives, the other by Hwang. I am working in Ives' team, and I chose to, because he always had this aura of intriguing professionalism about him and I wanted to work with him. Hwang, on the other hand, aside from heading the other design team, was also elected as the head of the delegates from my college. He had the choice of picking an assistant or not, and yours truly was suckered. I couldn't turn him down. See, a lot of the kids from my college aren't exactly gifted linguists, and most of the time, they're only fluent in Cantonese and/or Mandarin, and speak oh-so-broken English. Since I'm fluent in both English and Malay (since there're going to be Melayu uni students there) and I can decipher broken English extremely well, I'm supposed to be madame interpreter. So here I am, working for Saddam while second-in-command to Blair. Oh, meep...
Here's the cast of characters for today's entry:
Ives - Tall, lanky Chinese guy, terribly serious about work, and one of those rare people who can command respect immediately.
Hwang - Wierd-humored Chinese guy, protege of the best student in college, generally well-liked.
Me - Unexplainable Malay girl, has too many things to do, either loved or despised.
The trouble:
Ives and Hwang are a volatile combination. Since we are in design school, people have different ideas and ways of doing things and them two men chose different paths a long while ago. I get along fine with both guys seperately, though.
The story:
There's an architectural workshop to be held about a month from now in UIA Gombak and all the architecture students plus some interior students are going, kinda like sleep-away camp. The main event in the competition is obviously the design division, and there are two teams representing my college. One team is headed by Ives, the other by Hwang. I am working in Ives' team, and I chose to, because he always had this aura of intriguing professionalism about him and I wanted to work with him. Hwang, on the other hand, aside from heading the other design team, was also elected as the head of the delegates from my college. He had the choice of picking an assistant or not, and yours truly was suckered. I couldn't turn him down. See, a lot of the kids from my college aren't exactly gifted linguists, and most of the time, they're only fluent in Cantonese and/or Mandarin, and speak oh-so-broken English. Since I'm fluent in both English and Malay (since there're going to be Melayu uni students there) and I can decipher broken English extremely well, I'm supposed to be madame interpreter. So here I am, working for Saddam while second-in-command to Blair. Oh, meep...
February 16, 2004
Dirk, Why Did You Leave Me?
Earwax: Incubus - A Crow Left Of The Murder
Eyeboogers: History notes. I looove Japanese architecture.
Busy, busy day.
1) I saw Saiful :) 'Tis a blessing in disguise that I have weekly charts to do for that grandmommy witch, Mrs Tan, or not I wouldn't have any legitimate excuse to go out to do homework. 'Tis also a blessing that my home has no Internet connection, in a strange way. O_o Saiful and I are going to dinner on Thursday. Did I mention I love taekwondo training too? ^_^
2) Since Boon has got himself a girlfriend, I have switched to hitting on Jeff. And his reciprocations are a lot more arrow-to-the-heart to Saiful, considering that Jeff is most probably Saiful's best guy friend if he had to choose. Goodness me, I have no goodness at all >:D
3) I have discovered that licking Cheddar & Sour Cream powder off of your fingers after removing cellophane glue with perfume is NOT a good idea. Benetton Funtastic smells like a fruit basket, but tastes faaar from it. Blekh.
Meep. A test paper due tomorrow! Later, folks.
p/s - A new review section will be up soon. I feel like flexing my critical jargon muscle. Incubus' new album is under the microscope first, watch this space...
Eyeboogers: History notes. I looove Japanese architecture.
Busy, busy day.
1) I saw Saiful :) 'Tis a blessing in disguise that I have weekly charts to do for that grandmommy witch, Mrs Tan, or not I wouldn't have any legitimate excuse to go out to do homework. 'Tis also a blessing that my home has no Internet connection, in a strange way. O_o Saiful and I are going to dinner on Thursday. Did I mention I love taekwondo training too? ^_^
2) Since Boon has got himself a girlfriend, I have switched to hitting on Jeff. And his reciprocations are a lot more arrow-to-the-heart to Saiful, considering that Jeff is most probably Saiful's best guy friend if he had to choose. Goodness me, I have no goodness at all >:D
3) I have discovered that licking Cheddar & Sour Cream powder off of your fingers after removing cellophane glue with perfume is NOT a good idea. Benetton Funtastic smells like a fruit basket, but tastes faaar from it. Blekh.
Meep. A test paper due tomorrow! Later, folks.
p/s - A new review section will be up soon. I feel like flexing my critical jargon muscle. Incubus' new album is under the microscope first, watch this space...
February 14, 2004
Don't Worry, Be Happy
Earwax: Fugazi Instrumental Soundtrack
Is too much of a premium being put on being happy? Aside from religious matters, what is the purpose of life? To attain happiness, is it not? So must you believe in something that makes you happy, no matter what anyone says, because to you, that is the purpose in your life? Or must you succumb to forces like your own mother, and do her bidding, simply because she's your mother?
I am trying to bend like the proverbial bamboo shoot. And things are getting a half-notch better with her. Not phenomenal, but Rome wasn't built in a day, and I just want to build Kampung Baru. But I'm not happy. What she asks of me are things that I can't accept, yet I do, simply because of the lack of energy to do otherwise. It seems hypocritical somehow to do all of this, to be a dutiful daughter when she's alive and when the cirle of life claims her, I revert to being the devil in her dead eyes. Or is this simply how it must be? What if the circle claims me first, then I will die not being happy. (And to confuse you even further, I find a difference in being unhappy and not being happy) What then? What must I do?
I wish I had an older sister to help me. Not to be the guinea pig, but to weather the storm first, so she knows which roads I must take. I must forge my path alone. And my will is threatening to break with the clouds.
I don't know whether Saiful knows this, but the only reason I am still going forth and not running back is because of him. Because I love him that much. Yet I'm scared that I might break. Oh God, please don't let me break..
Is too much of a premium being put on being happy? Aside from religious matters, what is the purpose of life? To attain happiness, is it not? So must you believe in something that makes you happy, no matter what anyone says, because to you, that is the purpose in your life? Or must you succumb to forces like your own mother, and do her bidding, simply because she's your mother?
I am trying to bend like the proverbial bamboo shoot. And things are getting a half-notch better with her. Not phenomenal, but Rome wasn't built in a day, and I just want to build Kampung Baru. But I'm not happy. What she asks of me are things that I can't accept, yet I do, simply because of the lack of energy to do otherwise. It seems hypocritical somehow to do all of this, to be a dutiful daughter when she's alive and when the cirle of life claims her, I revert to being the devil in her dead eyes. Or is this simply how it must be? What if the circle claims me first, then I will die not being happy. (And to confuse you even further, I find a difference in being unhappy and not being happy) What then? What must I do?
I wish I had an older sister to help me. Not to be the guinea pig, but to weather the storm first, so she knows which roads I must take. I must forge my path alone. And my will is threatening to break with the clouds.
I don't know whether Saiful knows this, but the only reason I am still going forth and not running back is because of him. Because I love him that much. Yet I'm scared that I might break. Oh God, please don't let me break..
February 13, 2004
It's Like That Song..
Earwax: Some God-forsaken Mandarin-pop tunes (I'm in the Multimedia Lab at school, forgive me)
Eyeboogers: Roy Chudley - Construction Technology
Ever had a song speak to you? "That's my life, right there! The words! They are speaking to me!" Well, lately it's Linkin Park's 'Numb'. I'm not a big fan of them per se, although Hybrid Theory was excellent. It's just that, well, I am numb. I'm tired of being what my mom wants me to be, I'm tired of it all.
And right now, I'm numb because in addition to not being able to see Saiful this weekend, I can't see him later today because Hanis hasn't picked him up. They're still in Melaka. I can't see him at all. I can't even have weekends. And the person I'm most angry at is myself. Because I know that what my mom says is right: I am bringing all this upon myself.
FUCK! PISS! SHIT!
(A little Chuck Barris reference for you)
I have to get out of here before I cave in and lose this lovely numb feeling and flood the room with tears. Besides, Celina needs a ride home.
Eyeboogers: Roy Chudley - Construction Technology
Ever had a song speak to you? "That's my life, right there! The words! They are speaking to me!" Well, lately it's Linkin Park's 'Numb'. I'm not a big fan of them per se, although Hybrid Theory was excellent. It's just that, well, I am numb. I'm tired of being what my mom wants me to be, I'm tired of it all.
And right now, I'm numb because in addition to not being able to see Saiful this weekend, I can't see him later today because Hanis hasn't picked him up. They're still in Melaka. I can't see him at all. I can't even have weekends. And the person I'm most angry at is myself. Because I know that what my mom says is right: I am bringing all this upon myself.
FUCK! PISS! SHIT!
(A little Chuck Barris reference for you)
I have to get out of here before I cave in and lose this lovely numb feeling and flood the room with tears. Besides, Celina needs a ride home.
That Awkward Age
Earwax: Random Big Bad Voodoo Daddy tunes
Eyeboogers: Oxford Starter Japanese Dictionary. Did you know that 'otter' in Japanese is 'kawauso'? So handy.
Nineteen is just around the corner. I was on the phone with Melissa and she was mentioning that nineteen is a more awkward age than thirteen. I mean, think about it. See, when you turn thirteen, it's that transition from being a kid to somewhere in between. As much as you want it, you know in the back of your mind that you are not going to be an adult anytime soon. Kids are capable of harsh realities. But nineteen, that's the big guns. Adulthood is there, within sight, yet just thatfar away from your grasp. And it's frustrating beyond measure.
Missa was also trying to console me on my 'issues' with Akasha. 'Stones are harder than water, but it is the water that shapes the stone.' I am supposed to be the bamboo shoot that bends in the wind, yet not the one that breaks in the end. The weaker force to counteract the stronger force, according to yin-yang philosophy. Although she did also add that 'Confucion said if you go to sleep with ichi-bat, you will wake up with smelly fingers.' Er, right.
On another note, I'm being grounded this weekend, so no Valentine's with my love. *sigh* And since I'm not celebrating it anyway, here's another complete revamp of the site. Ta-da!
Eyeboogers: Oxford Starter Japanese Dictionary. Did you know that 'otter' in Japanese is 'kawauso'? So handy.
Nineteen is just around the corner. I was on the phone with Melissa and she was mentioning that nineteen is a more awkward age than thirteen. I mean, think about it. See, when you turn thirteen, it's that transition from being a kid to somewhere in between. As much as you want it, you know in the back of your mind that you are not going to be an adult anytime soon. Kids are capable of harsh realities. But nineteen, that's the big guns. Adulthood is there, within sight, yet just thatfar away from your grasp. And it's frustrating beyond measure.
Missa was also trying to console me on my 'issues' with Akasha. 'Stones are harder than water, but it is the water that shapes the stone.' I am supposed to be the bamboo shoot that bends in the wind, yet not the one that breaks in the end. The weaker force to counteract the stronger force, according to yin-yang philosophy. Although she did also add that 'Confucion said if you go to sleep with ichi-bat, you will wake up with smelly fingers.' Er, right.
On another note, I'm being grounded this weekend, so no Valentine's with my love. *sigh* And since I'm not celebrating it anyway, here's another complete revamp of the site. Ta-da!
February 12, 2004
Yet Another Move
We is movin' to Blogspot, mah homies! Right after Valentine's, in time for my birthday :) It's a lot easier to post and I've managed to wade through the script, so...
There will be no change of address, I will still be here, but will be powered by Blogger. Coolness.
There will be no change of address, I will still be here, but will be powered by Blogger. Coolness.
February 10, 2004
Gilmore Girls We Are Not
I need help. I can't get along with my mother. I've tried everything. Talking won't work, it'll end in a fight. I can't even make simple conversation without her turning into a monstrous asshole. Writing a letter would be daft. No one else will talk to her for me, they've all got their own beef with her.
You could tell me to suck it up, but I've been sucking it up for almost 19 bloody years. I get insanely jealous when I see my friends joking around with their moms, because I can never have that. I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of huddling in a corner crying, I'm just... tired. The smallest things set her off, and I can't even begin to explain the massive proportions of shit that me having a boyfriend has brought. Go ahead, tell me that I'm asking for it.
SHE. HAS. NO. RIGHT.
My life is my life alone. She has no say in what choices I make. Advise, yes, not make Karakatoa seem like a mere sneeze every time I do something that doesn't fit her bill of what's 'proper'. I don't understand it. At all. And I don't know what to do. I am at the absolute end of the rope. Somebody, please, help me.
You could tell me to suck it up, but I've been sucking it up for almost 19 bloody years. I get insanely jealous when I see my friends joking around with their moms, because I can never have that. I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of huddling in a corner crying, I'm just... tired. The smallest things set her off, and I can't even begin to explain the massive proportions of shit that me having a boyfriend has brought. Go ahead, tell me that I'm asking for it.
SHE. HAS. NO. RIGHT.
My life is my life alone. She has no say in what choices I make. Advise, yes, not make Karakatoa seem like a mere sneeze every time I do something that doesn't fit her bill of what's 'proper'. I don't understand it. At all. And I don't know what to do. I am at the absolute end of the rope. Somebody, please, help me.
February 06, 2004
Gettin' Jiggy Wit It
I'm sho shorry I haven't been blogging for a while, had major catching up with work to do. All's good in Alia-land, and I've just finished the border for a jigsaw puzzle, no thanks to my maid and her sister. Ah well, they're first time puzzlers.
Anyway, been swamped, still swamped, work just isn't stopping. And I've just found out that I might have to juggle the Incubus concert and the architectural workshop. Quelle horreur! Play or work folks? Neither one is going to come by again anytime soon. Urgh, I hate having to choose. Think, think, think... I could probably skip away the night of the concert from the workshop... must ask Mr. Rahim... why do I have to choose? *groan*
Oh, and me is working on yet another layout. Need to flit through a few before I get comfy with one. I'm kinda feelin' the one I'm working on now though. Blargh. Can't think. Can't... think...
Anyway, been swamped, still swamped, work just isn't stopping. And I've just found out that I might have to juggle the Incubus concert and the architectural workshop. Quelle horreur! Play or work folks? Neither one is going to come by again anytime soon. Urgh, I hate having to choose. Think, think, think... I could probably skip away the night of the concert from the workshop... must ask Mr. Rahim... why do I have to choose? *groan*
Oh, and me is working on yet another layout. Need to flit through a few before I get comfy with one. I'm kinda feelin' the one I'm working on now though. Blargh. Can't think. Can't... think...
February 02, 2004
And Finally...
Live from Atlantic City:
Saiful: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Maryam: To run away from that JOKE.
I knew she was good for something.
Saiful: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Maryam: To run away from that JOKE.
I knew she was good for something.
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