Earwax: Thunderstorm outside me window.
Eyeboogers: Mountains of research for class.
I'm getting Leona Naess! Yahoo! And also SoCo's North this weekend, if I can scrounge up enough cash. Next on the list? Black Lab's Your Body Above Me. It's all goood.
Darn, I can't go for the capo demos next weekend. Grr. My closets are going to be assembled then, and my dad would grUmBLe at any extra amount of money he has to pay for anything. Wonder if I can just show up on the 11th. Hm. Do I still have to pay the full fee tho? Anyone can help me out on this?
March 31, 2004
March 29, 2004
In The Looking Glass
Earwax: Majandra Delfino's 'Breathing On My Own'
1) My mom's being a twat again.
2) I don't so much as miss Saiful.
3) I am weirdly numb in reaction to all of this.
I can't tell for sure what's happening. Although, I think it has something to do with the haircut. I'm not kidding. When I look into the mirror, I don't see myself. Not like how I know me. A completely different person is staring back at me, and I don't like this person. I know though, that I have to put up with her for a while, so until I (or my hair) returns, I have a feeling this pseudo-schizo phase will be around.
"Since when did I get a younger brother?" Ezzat asked my Mom when he saw me yesterday.
1) My mom's being a twat again.
2) I don't so much as miss Saiful.
3) I am weirdly numb in reaction to all of this.
I can't tell for sure what's happening. Although, I think it has something to do with the haircut. I'm not kidding. When I look into the mirror, I don't see myself. Not like how I know me. A completely different person is staring back at me, and I don't like this person. I know though, that I have to put up with her for a while, so until I (or my hair) returns, I have a feeling this pseudo-schizo phase will be around.
"Since when did I get a younger brother?" Ezzat asked my Mom when he saw me yesterday.
March 28, 2004
Mmm. Yummy.
Earwax: Phantom Planet's 'California'
Oh boy oh boy oh boy. The O.C. is the ish. Adam Brody was the catalyst for me, but Benjamin Mackenzie, boy, do you know how to grow on a girl or what? Ooh baybee.
"It is not enough to conquer; one must know how to seduce."
Oh boy oh boy oh boy. The O.C. is the ish. Adam Brody was the catalyst for me, but Benjamin Mackenzie, boy, do you know how to grow on a girl or what? Ooh baybee.
"It is not enough to conquer; one must know how to seduce."
Hmm.
On second thought, I'm still not a good choice for long distance relationships, but for different reasons. It's officially been over a week since I've last seen him and had a proper long chat, and I'm strangely fine. In fact, I've all but forgotten how he even smells like. And it's not just him. I've disconnected from all of my friends. Haven't sent a friendly SMS to Melissa, not recieved one from Liyana, haven't heard a peep out of Rashdan. And I'm fine.
It's funny, I guess, what a haircut and a vacation can do to your social life.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
...but,
"Out of sight, out of mind."
It's funny, I guess, what a haircut and a vacation can do to your social life.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
...but,
"Out of sight, out of mind."
March 27, 2004
Gah!
Eyeboogers: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - The Little Prince
Well, my new haircut is a horror. I look like either a) a pixie from an anime, or b) like Boon, which is NOT good. Time to pick up those beanies from Ni Yan's mom.
In other news, I couldn't find a nice enough skirt at Isetan, surprisingly enough, although I finally got myself some Japanese stationery in the form of a B5 file. Going to Parkson tomorrow. Yay :)
"One is never happy where one is." - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's The Little Prince
Well, my new haircut is a horror. I look like either a) a pixie from an anime, or b) like Boon, which is NOT good. Time to pick up those beanies from Ni Yan's mom.
In other news, I couldn't find a nice enough skirt at Isetan, surprisingly enough, although I finally got myself some Japanese stationery in the form of a B5 file. Going to Parkson tomorrow. Yay :)
"One is never happy where one is." - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's The Little Prince
March 26, 2004
Untitled
Earwax: The Clash's 'London Calling' on repeat.
Growing up, I loved Maggi instant noodles. So much so that I had to sneak off to eat it, because my mom thought that the MSG was way too much for a growing child to consume. But once in a while I could get a packet, and I would get it while my mom did her shopping at a tiny sundry shop in Section 11. An Indian family ran the store and it was this great little hole-in-the-wall with newspapers next to cabbage and doggie kibble next to canned corn. It's one of those places that have been around pretty much forever and you get used to it being there, a landmark only locals know.
So I was going down to the kitchen earlier this week to prepare a bowl of Maggi (and now my mom has no say in my eating habits, hah), and my mom hands me the paper. Right after the world section, was a quarter-page article on the owner of the aforementioned store: he died. Stabbed. Happened at 3.45 on Sunday afternoon. There are so many things that infuriate me about this, aside from the fact that no one should be murdered in the first place. The man was old. He was definitely in his late 60s, a tiny man with flying white hair and a gaunt face. Which monster wanted to even hurt and old, defenceless man in the first place? The shop isn't a gold mine anyway.
Story goes that he was stabbed by an immigrant, possibly Indonesian. See, he's a really, really nice guy. Everyone loves him. Women brought their young sons for free haircuts, he gave Ang Pow to toddlers on Chinese New Year, and said 'Aiyo, no need!' when we didn't have enough change for a bag of chips. It seems that because he was so nice, some Indonesian immigrants were asking him for help to loan them money so they could go back home. And because of that, somebody got it into his head that this guy must have a lot of money then, thus, he was murdered. The old man cried for help and by the time his family (who lived at the back of the shop) got there, the murderer was gone, and he was bleeding to death on the floor.
I had taekwondo training earlier tonight, and my mom wanted to go pay respects to the family. So after training, in my stinky gear, we went to Section 11 to the back of the (obviously) closed store. Stepping in, I had one of those completely unrelated thoughts going through my head that since they were burning incense anyway, my stink would go unnoticed. Then I saw him. The old man was lying in his coffin, a gaudy gold-trimmed cheap timber coffin, covered in yellow flowers, with a cloth over his mouth. His wife, son and daughter were all watching him, as if hoping against hope that his still chest would rise. Even though I didn't know him well, the atmosphere of grief was so thick that I could feel myself tearing up while thinking how small the man must be to be in such a minuscule coffin. It was the first time I saw a dead body since my grandmother passed when I was eleven. She too, was small.
I guess my point is, after all this rambling, is that sometimes, when something, someone that I take for granted suddenly isn't there anymore, I start to wonder whether people take me for granted and what effect will I have on anyone once I'm gone. It's a scary, lonely thought. So I just want to say for the record, that even though the old Indian man may not have had impact on my life when he was living, he does now, although for all the wrong reasons. Which is scarily ironic.
But so are most things.
"Common sense is not so common."
Growing up, I loved Maggi instant noodles. So much so that I had to sneak off to eat it, because my mom thought that the MSG was way too much for a growing child to consume. But once in a while I could get a packet, and I would get it while my mom did her shopping at a tiny sundry shop in Section 11. An Indian family ran the store and it was this great little hole-in-the-wall with newspapers next to cabbage and doggie kibble next to canned corn. It's one of those places that have been around pretty much forever and you get used to it being there, a landmark only locals know.
So I was going down to the kitchen earlier this week to prepare a bowl of Maggi (and now my mom has no say in my eating habits, hah), and my mom hands me the paper. Right after the world section, was a quarter-page article on the owner of the aforementioned store: he died. Stabbed. Happened at 3.45 on Sunday afternoon. There are so many things that infuriate me about this, aside from the fact that no one should be murdered in the first place. The man was old. He was definitely in his late 60s, a tiny man with flying white hair and a gaunt face. Which monster wanted to even hurt and old, defenceless man in the first place? The shop isn't a gold mine anyway.
Story goes that he was stabbed by an immigrant, possibly Indonesian. See, he's a really, really nice guy. Everyone loves him. Women brought their young sons for free haircuts, he gave Ang Pow to toddlers on Chinese New Year, and said 'Aiyo, no need!' when we didn't have enough change for a bag of chips. It seems that because he was so nice, some Indonesian immigrants were asking him for help to loan them money so they could go back home. And because of that, somebody got it into his head that this guy must have a lot of money then, thus, he was murdered. The old man cried for help and by the time his family (who lived at the back of the shop) got there, the murderer was gone, and he was bleeding to death on the floor.
I had taekwondo training earlier tonight, and my mom wanted to go pay respects to the family. So after training, in my stinky gear, we went to Section 11 to the back of the (obviously) closed store. Stepping in, I had one of those completely unrelated thoughts going through my head that since they were burning incense anyway, my stink would go unnoticed. Then I saw him. The old man was lying in his coffin, a gaudy gold-trimmed cheap timber coffin, covered in yellow flowers, with a cloth over his mouth. His wife, son and daughter were all watching him, as if hoping against hope that his still chest would rise. Even though I didn't know him well, the atmosphere of grief was so thick that I could feel myself tearing up while thinking how small the man must be to be in such a minuscule coffin. It was the first time I saw a dead body since my grandmother passed when I was eleven. She too, was small.
I guess my point is, after all this rambling, is that sometimes, when something, someone that I take for granted suddenly isn't there anymore, I start to wonder whether people take me for granted and what effect will I have on anyone once I'm gone. It's a scary, lonely thought. So I just want to say for the record, that even though the old Indian man may not have had impact on my life when he was living, he does now, although for all the wrong reasons. Which is scarily ironic.
But so are most things.
"Common sense is not so common."
March 24, 2004
Freedom Smells Like Unwashed Bedsheets
Earwax: Yet again, Buena Vista Social Club. This is one of the most brilliant albums ever. Must, must, must have. 10 out of 10. Bueno. (Does that mean good? I think so.)
Eyeboogers: Finally continuing with Orwell's Animal Farm
I'm done! Assessment is over! Wheeeee! But of course, one must come back down to earth. I go back to school next Monday, ugh. Well, this was a week's break to begin with. And I don't like long holidays all that much. Really. I mean, a one or two day holiday is very much welcome. Or extra long ones, like summer vacation, which we tropical people don't get. At least in three months, you can get a job. But what am I to do in three weeks? The moment I start anything, if I do at all, I'd have to stop once I'm into it, so that translates into not doing anything at all. Which explains why I'm celebrating by wriggling under the covers to find the most comfy spot on my futon to catch up on some much-needed sleep.
Gah. I need a vacation. I'm dying to go to Marrakesh. All that foooood...
"The universe is shaped exactly like the earth: if you go in a straight line, you'll end up where you were." - Modest Mouse, '3rd Planet', from The Moon & Antartica
Eyeboogers: Finally continuing with Orwell's Animal Farm
I'm done! Assessment is over! Wheeeee! But of course, one must come back down to earth. I go back to school next Monday, ugh. Well, this was a week's break to begin with. And I don't like long holidays all that much. Really. I mean, a one or two day holiday is very much welcome. Or extra long ones, like summer vacation, which we tropical people don't get. At least in three months, you can get a job. But what am I to do in three weeks? The moment I start anything, if I do at all, I'd have to stop once I'm into it, so that translates into not doing anything at all. Which explains why I'm celebrating by wriggling under the covers to find the most comfy spot on my futon to catch up on some much-needed sleep.
Gah. I need a vacation. I'm dying to go to Marrakesh. All that foooood...
"The universe is shaped exactly like the earth: if you go in a straight line, you'll end up where you were." - Modest Mouse, '3rd Planet', from The Moon & Antartica
Talk About Emotional Rollercoaster
He finally SMSed... asking for Nicole's number. I don't know whether to be relieved or angry. I understand fully well that he can't SMS every day, that I really do. Sigh. Take what I can get, I guess. I don't blame Nicole though. I don't blame anyone. Just me, and my moronic, sniveling self.
And as usual, there's no way I can go back to sleep now.
And as usual, there's no way I can go back to sleep now.
March 23, 2004
I Can't Believe This Is Happening To Me
Earwax: Buena Vista Social Club
Call me pathetic. Clingy. Desperate. Adjectives fail me. But it's been more than 60 hours since I last heard Saiful's voice. Tears are threatening to fall. I miss him. Really really bad. No calls, I'm semi-okay. After all, he went to Jakarta before and I went to Singapore. But at least then we still could SMS. But now it's complete incommunicado. I don't know what's going on, and that seriously gets to me. I know he's only going on vacation, he's not dead but this scares me. That's precisely my point. He's only on vacation. What if something actually happens? I would go beyond crazy. I would with no doubt be institutionalized; bundled in a straighjacket, thrown in a padded cell.
It gets worse at night. When my body wants to sleep but my mind screams, telling me I can't because Saiful hasn't called. But he can't. I've been sleeping fitfully the past two nights, and if you know me at all, you would now know how dead serious this is. In the past, ice water dunked on my head couldn't wake me up. Neither could old-fashioned clanging alarm clocks. Now the slightest rustle ruses me out of my semi-slumber and it takes forever to breath easy.
There's a good ten days more til he gets back. I'll live, for sure. But I think I'm losing my mind.
Call me pathetic. Clingy. Desperate. Adjectives fail me. But it's been more than 60 hours since I last heard Saiful's voice. Tears are threatening to fall. I miss him. Really really bad. No calls, I'm semi-okay. After all, he went to Jakarta before and I went to Singapore. But at least then we still could SMS. But now it's complete incommunicado. I don't know what's going on, and that seriously gets to me. I know he's only going on vacation, he's not dead but this scares me. That's precisely my point. He's only on vacation. What if something actually happens? I would go beyond crazy. I would with no doubt be institutionalized; bundled in a straighjacket, thrown in a padded cell.
It gets worse at night. When my body wants to sleep but my mind screams, telling me I can't because Saiful hasn't called. But he can't. I've been sleeping fitfully the past two nights, and if you know me at all, you would now know how dead serious this is. In the past, ice water dunked on my head couldn't wake me up. Neither could old-fashioned clanging alarm clocks. Now the slightest rustle ruses me out of my semi-slumber and it takes forever to breath easy.
There's a good ten days more til he gets back. I'll live, for sure. But I think I'm losing my mind.
Ooh, I'm Getting Me Some New Togs
Earwax: David Mead - Mine And Yours
Eyeboogers: Actual boogers, even though I haven't been getting any shut-eye.
Going shopping this weekend. Mom's taking me to Isetan and Parkson, yay! Maybe I'll finally get those skirts I've been thinking of. Hope they'll hide my rather large tush tho.
By the way, I find it rather amusing that in the current state of affairs around the world, Missy Elliot still finds time to sing about how (not) hot she is.
I'm dying for something from Zoop. Has anyone tried it? You should. It's along the tunnel connecting One and Two Utama. Get it in a bread bowl. Yuuum.
Eyeboogers: Actual boogers, even though I haven't been getting any shut-eye.
Going shopping this weekend. Mom's taking me to Isetan and Parkson, yay! Maybe I'll finally get those skirts I've been thinking of. Hope they'll hide my rather large tush tho.
By the way, I find it rather amusing that in the current state of affairs around the world, Missy Elliot still finds time to sing about how (not) hot she is.
I'm dying for something from Zoop. Has anyone tried it? You should. It's along the tunnel connecting One and Two Utama. Get it in a bread bowl. Yuuum.
Sneaky Me
I am currently sitting at Melissa's brother Keith's desk, furtively copying his CDs, while keeping an eye on the door so that her mom won't come in and see the circular stack on the desk. Keith has roughly 300 CDs, I think, and quite a number are gems. For instance, I've copied The Who and The Clash, while Buena Vista Social Club and Modest Mouse are awaiting their turns.
I just hope there's enough space on the disk for this.
I just hope there's enough space on the disk for this.
March 22, 2004
Of Our Little Friends
Earwax: The air-conditioning unit at the other end of my room.
Eyeboogers: Architectural history notes. Test tomorrow.
I feel an immense rush of gratitude towards my cat. Sayang, as I've dubbed him (which is a major reason why I don't call Saiful that, heh) is curled up at the foot of my bed, fast asleep as I plow through my required reading. He knows that I'm in need of company and even though not willingly, complies by snoozing a few inches away. He knows that Saiful's not here, for he doesn't smell him on me, so doesn't turn up his nose so much when I pick him up, only the usual pitiful meow. The tiniest meow, a voice so delicate coming from a cat so large. A tom-cat no less, but a eunuch, so I guess the faggot-ism kicks in there. And there he goes again, tail and ears flicking in catnip-filled dreams.
But I digress. This entry is a tribute to my cat, and to all cats and pets everywhere. I just want the world to know how much I treasure this adorable ball of fluff, even even if I have to clean up after him, all that poop and broken vases. Absolute love, and all for some kibble and a cuddle now and then. Cheers.
Eyeboogers: Architectural history notes. Test tomorrow.
I feel an immense rush of gratitude towards my cat. Sayang, as I've dubbed him (which is a major reason why I don't call Saiful that, heh) is curled up at the foot of my bed, fast asleep as I plow through my required reading. He knows that I'm in need of company and even though not willingly, complies by snoozing a few inches away. He knows that Saiful's not here, for he doesn't smell him on me, so doesn't turn up his nose so much when I pick him up, only the usual pitiful meow. The tiniest meow, a voice so delicate coming from a cat so large. A tom-cat no less, but a eunuch, so I guess the faggot-ism kicks in there. And there he goes again, tail and ears flicking in catnip-filled dreams.
But I digress. This entry is a tribute to my cat, and to all cats and pets everywhere. I just want the world to know how much I treasure this adorable ball of fluff, even even if I have to clean up after him, all that poop and broken vases. Absolute love, and all for some kibble and a cuddle now and then. Cheers.
An Apolitical View
Earwax: Incubus' 'Megalomaniac'. Thought it was rather amusing that they opened with this song less than a week before voting day. Hee.
Eyeboogers: George Orwell - Animal Farm
I'm not 21. Yet. Not for another two years, and the elections are only coming around in another five or so. I most probably won't be here when it's time for me to vote.
I consider myself apolitical. It's not that I couldn't care less, I'm just... indifferent to it. I know in the big picture it does affect my life. And yet I still don't know exactly which countries are having elections, and which nations are suppose to be at loggerheads with each other or which ones have trade agreements on what. Does this make me a bad citizen of the world? I think not. Go on and say that 'You know, if everyone thought like you, the world would be in shambles.' Bla. Bla again. Let me tell you, the beauty of the wonderful human race is that no one is like the other. There are people who care, there are those who oppose, and there are the ones like me, lounging in the fact that for every one of us who don't quite give a toot, there are at least a thousand who blow foghorns.
I think I will vote though, when it's time. It's one vote, but I know it counts. Even if I don't really think much of it. Because if the country falls to opposition, which I cross my fingers will never happen, then there's no one left to blame but those who didn't do a thing to stop it. Like Melissa said, 'If you don't vote, you don't have a right to complain about the country.' So I raise my arms in surrender and vow to put a neat 'X' next to the scales in the next election.
Eyeboogers: George Orwell - Animal Farm
I'm not 21. Yet. Not for another two years, and the elections are only coming around in another five or so. I most probably won't be here when it's time for me to vote.
I consider myself apolitical. It's not that I couldn't care less, I'm just... indifferent to it. I know in the big picture it does affect my life. And yet I still don't know exactly which countries are having elections, and which nations are suppose to be at loggerheads with each other or which ones have trade agreements on what. Does this make me a bad citizen of the world? I think not. Go on and say that 'You know, if everyone thought like you, the world would be in shambles.' Bla. Bla again. Let me tell you, the beauty of the wonderful human race is that no one is like the other. There are people who care, there are those who oppose, and there are the ones like me, lounging in the fact that for every one of us who don't quite give a toot, there are at least a thousand who blow foghorns.
I think I will vote though, when it's time. It's one vote, but I know it counts. Even if I don't really think much of it. Because if the country falls to opposition, which I cross my fingers will never happen, then there's no one left to blame but those who didn't do a thing to stop it. Like Melissa said, 'If you don't vote, you don't have a right to complain about the country.' So I raise my arms in surrender and vow to put a neat 'X' next to the scales in the next election.
March 21, 2004
Guilty? Nay.
Earwax: 'Haiya!'s and 'Ho!'s on Travel & Adventure's Martial Arts Hotspots.
Eyeboogers: My building analysis project.
So I'm sitting in front of the TV upstairs, doing my homework (really) and the maids are downstairs clearing up the boxes still lying around the house since we moved earlier this year. Of course, the maids think I'm just lounging and watching TV, so when I go downstairs and ask them what's for lunch, I can practically read their minds like a billboard. 'Alia ni asyik duduk depan TV, nggak menolong lagi mau menyuruh kami menyuap dia.' (All Alia does is sit in front of the TV and not help us, yet she's asking us to feed her) Can't blame 'em I guess. But ask them to figure out how in the world Hijjas Kasturi came up with the Securities Commission building while being so-called 'inspired' by Bumbung Limas, and they'd be scratching their heads too. Nyah.
Oh, and does anyone know where to take up Eskrima here? It's Filipino stick-and-knife fighting, by the way.
Eyeboogers: My building analysis project.
So I'm sitting in front of the TV upstairs, doing my homework (really) and the maids are downstairs clearing up the boxes still lying around the house since we moved earlier this year. Of course, the maids think I'm just lounging and watching TV, so when I go downstairs and ask them what's for lunch, I can practically read their minds like a billboard. 'Alia ni asyik duduk depan TV, nggak menolong lagi mau menyuruh kami menyuap dia.' (All Alia does is sit in front of the TV and not help us, yet she's asking us to feed her) Can't blame 'em I guess. But ask them to figure out how in the world Hijjas Kasturi came up with the Securities Commission building while being so-called 'inspired' by Bumbung Limas, and they'd be scratching their heads too. Nyah.
Oh, and does anyone know where to take up Eskrima here? It's Filipino stick-and-knife fighting, by the way.
March 19, 2004
Another Revamp! Another Revamp You Say? Just Colors, Dude, Just The Colors.
Earwax: Bad English's 'When I See You Smile' on repeat, not coincidentally sang by Matt Metzger on American Idol. Yum.
Eyeboogers: Halfway through Eugenides' Middlesex. This book is fucking twisted.
Thanks to Clara, I am now severely addicted to Quizilla. I have no idea why I need to know what type of murderer I am (apparently a vampire, mind you) but it is extremely riveting somewhat. Plus I think the nigiri sushi thing further down is kinda cute. Heh.
Stuff I want to do before leaving for Australia. That gives me... a little more than two years to do all of these:
- Capoeira (there's a workshop next month, yay!)
- Ballroom dancing (waltz, foxtrot, salsa, tango, the works)
- Macrame, or some other craft thing to do with yarn or string
- Film class, or to get into theatre again, probably Actor's Studio
- Rotaract, once I finally attend a meeting (next Saturday, whee!)
Oh, and once I get my closet/bookcase and my stuff/head clears (which will be in about a month, groan), I'll be upgrading the site a bit. As you can see, there's a different color scheme, yet again. Reviews (yes, they're coming), monster amounts of links, and most probably displays of my rusty writing mojo, thanks to creativewritingprompts, which is kinda fun. There are too many things I want to do yet so little time and money. Gar. Gaar.
In other news, Saiful is going to be on vacation to Scotland and England ;_; so that means a) I will be missing him like crazy and b) I am getting a new CD, sycophant me o'.'o Crossing my fingers for either Anthony Stewart Head's Music For Elevators or Leona Naess' Comatised. Or both. Hee.
In other other news, UIA was okay, after all. I left a day earlier ^_^ I made a new friend, Aiezad, who coincidentally is a second-dan black belt holder in Taekwondo and has six and half years of Capoeira experience. No surprise, I was 'inspired' by his amazing grace (The slow-mo cartwheel thing? His was bellissimo) and also by kotakkosong to get into Capoeira. Yay. More fees for my dad to grumble about.
Yipes. Assessment is on Wednesday! Must... finish... projects... (finally tears self from laptop)
Eyeboogers: Halfway through Eugenides' Middlesex. This book is fucking twisted.
Thanks to Clara, I am now severely addicted to Quizilla. I have no idea why I need to know what type of murderer I am (apparently a vampire, mind you) but it is extremely riveting somewhat. Plus I think the nigiri sushi thing further down is kinda cute. Heh.
Stuff I want to do before leaving for Australia. That gives me... a little more than two years to do all of these:
- Capoeira (there's a workshop next month, yay!)
- Ballroom dancing (waltz, foxtrot, salsa, tango, the works)
- Macrame, or some other craft thing to do with yarn or string
- Film class, or to get into theatre again, probably Actor's Studio
- Rotaract, once I finally attend a meeting (next Saturday, whee!)
Oh, and once I get my closet/bookcase and my stuff/head clears (which will be in about a month, groan), I'll be upgrading the site a bit. As you can see, there's a different color scheme, yet again. Reviews (yes, they're coming), monster amounts of links, and most probably displays of my rusty writing mojo, thanks to creativewritingprompts, which is kinda fun. There are too many things I want to do yet so little time and money. Gar. Gaar.
In other news, Saiful is going to be on vacation to Scotland and England ;_; so that means a) I will be missing him like crazy and b) I am getting a new CD, sycophant me o'.'o Crossing my fingers for either Anthony Stewart Head's Music For Elevators or Leona Naess' Comatised. Or both. Hee.
In other other news, UIA was okay, after all. I left a day earlier ^_^ I made a new friend, Aiezad, who coincidentally is a second-dan black belt holder in Taekwondo and has six and half years of Capoeira experience. No surprise, I was 'inspired' by his amazing grace (The slow-mo cartwheel thing? His was bellissimo) and also by kotakkosong to get into Capoeira. Yay. More fees for my dad to grumble about.
Yipes. Assessment is on Wednesday! Must... finish... projects... (finally tears self from laptop)
I'm Addicted To Quizilla. This Is Not Good.
You feel happy, and loved. Nothing could be any
better for you....you may even have a loved one
in your life....go you!
What Emotion Dominates you?
You should be dating a Pisces.
19 February - 20 March
Your mate is loving and caring, trusting and
hospitable, and romantic. Though he/she can be
self-pitying, temperamental or dependent, the
fishes are quite romantic in bed.
(I had a crush on a Pisces once. If that counts)
What Zodiac Sign Are You Attracted To?
You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your
authority. You will crush all the inferior
people under the soles of your jackboots, and
any who question your motives will be
eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane
of every other person's existence, because
you're constantly contradicting stupidity.
Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams
of a master race of spellers and grammarians
frighten the masses. You must always watch your
back. If only your power could be used for good
instead of evil.
Fuhrer? Eh?
What is your grammar aptitude?
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March 17, 2004
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March 15, 2004
This Is Too Much
Earwax: Jimmy Lim's insults to the intelligence of architectural students
Eyeboogers: Jeffrey Eugenides - Middlesex
I am at an architectural workshop, hosted by UIA, (International Islamic University). I am in an auditorium, split down the middle, guys on one side, girls on the other. I have never, I repeat, never been in a segregated academic situation before. Not even in kindergarten. In primary school, our teachers made us sit next to one of the opposite sex. I am all for religious upholding (okay, maybe not all) but this is beyond ridiculous. "Oh yes, I am going to play footsie with a complete stranger in the middle of a crowded hall." Tell me, are architectural firms split by gender? Ugh.
In other news, it seems as if a very large bubblegum has burst in the dorm room where I'm staying in. Dee Dee would feel right at home.
Eyeboogers: Jeffrey Eugenides - Middlesex
I am at an architectural workshop, hosted by UIA, (International Islamic University). I am in an auditorium, split down the middle, guys on one side, girls on the other. I have never, I repeat, never been in a segregated academic situation before. Not even in kindergarten. In primary school, our teachers made us sit next to one of the opposite sex. I am all for religious upholding (okay, maybe not all) but this is beyond ridiculous. "Oh yes, I am going to play footsie with a complete stranger in the middle of a crowded hall." Tell me, are architectural firms split by gender? Ugh.
In other news, it seems as if a very large bubblegum has burst in the dorm room where I'm staying in. Dee Dee would feel right at home.
March 04, 2004
A Sinusoidal Day
Earwax: Group 2 of American Idol contestants, my God, they >suck<
Eyeboogers: Taking a break from High Fidelity to plow through J.K. Rowling's 'Order Of The Phoenix', since it's Azza's book.
Today was the most yin yang day I've had for as long as I can remember.
I woke up late, because I stayed up late to watch the Oscars rerun (the LOTR movie is waaay overrated). My fault, true. Then I went for class, which was excellent. I swear that if I wasn't a student and 15 years younger, Mr Rahmat would make a pass for me. Gross in many circles, but I'm hoping to manipulate it into good grades, schemer that I am. Point is, he likes my ideas, so that's good enough.
After that, May and I decided to visit Cik Din at Kuala Lumpur General Hospital. (Going off on a tangent now) Cik Din collapsed last Saturday and after they rushed him to the hospital, they found a blood clot in his brain. Apparently another vessel burst a couple of days ago so he went for another operation. High blood pressure, they say. The whole situation's very made-for-TV drama. See, he's only recently married, and has an 8 month old son. His wife just started work middle of last month, and now this happened, so... Oh well. I'm praying for him the best that I can. Someone's gotta keep the color orange alive in the world. Back to the visit. We got to the hospital at 2.30, and was stopped by a burly female security guard, saying that visiting hours were from 12 to 2 and from 4.30 to 7, can't we read the signs? Mr. Feisol was the one who told us it was from 12 to 7, apparently it's only on weekends.
So with nowhere to go, I drop May off at the LRT station and went to Li's place. Had this fabulous tom yummy thing for early dinner and watched an episode of Queer Eye For The Straight Guy, which was hilarious. (I love the interior designer, but I think I'm just biased ^_^)
After Maghrib prayers, I set off for taekwondo, and a completely uncommon traffic jam was clogging up the entire LDP stretch, so I decided to hightail it back home. I'm hoping to exercise tomorrow, if I remember. I'm horrible at these things, but I haven't done any physiotherapy for so long.
Came home, went upstairs, and voila, I had air-conditioning! Which made me deliriously happy, until I discovered a film of dust coating every nook and cranny in my room, thanks to all the drilling and whatnot.
So right now? I'm happily playing 3D Pinball, but I have work to be done, so there's another curve right there.
Strange day.
p/s - Owen will be moving on out of here, since it's confusing the bejeezes out of even me. By next month, he'll be on Uncommon
Eyeboogers: Taking a break from High Fidelity to plow through J.K. Rowling's 'Order Of The Phoenix', since it's Azza's book.
Today was the most yin yang day I've had for as long as I can remember.
I woke up late, because I stayed up late to watch the Oscars rerun (the LOTR movie is waaay overrated). My fault, true. Then I went for class, which was excellent. I swear that if I wasn't a student and 15 years younger, Mr Rahmat would make a pass for me. Gross in many circles, but I'm hoping to manipulate it into good grades, schemer that I am. Point is, he likes my ideas, so that's good enough.
After that, May and I decided to visit Cik Din at Kuala Lumpur General Hospital. (Going off on a tangent now) Cik Din collapsed last Saturday and after they rushed him to the hospital, they found a blood clot in his brain. Apparently another vessel burst a couple of days ago so he went for another operation. High blood pressure, they say. The whole situation's very made-for-TV drama. See, he's only recently married, and has an 8 month old son. His wife just started work middle of last month, and now this happened, so... Oh well. I'm praying for him the best that I can. Someone's gotta keep the color orange alive in the world. Back to the visit. We got to the hospital at 2.30, and was stopped by a burly female security guard, saying that visiting hours were from 12 to 2 and from 4.30 to 7, can't we read the signs? Mr. Feisol was the one who told us it was from 12 to 7, apparently it's only on weekends.
So with nowhere to go, I drop May off at the LRT station and went to Li's place. Had this fabulous tom yummy thing for early dinner and watched an episode of Queer Eye For The Straight Guy, which was hilarious. (I love the interior designer, but I think I'm just biased ^_^)
After Maghrib prayers, I set off for taekwondo, and a completely uncommon traffic jam was clogging up the entire LDP stretch, so I decided to hightail it back home. I'm hoping to exercise tomorrow, if I remember. I'm horrible at these things, but I haven't done any physiotherapy for so long.
Came home, went upstairs, and voila, I had air-conditioning! Which made me deliriously happy, until I discovered a film of dust coating every nook and cranny in my room, thanks to all the drilling and whatnot.
So right now? I'm happily playing 3D Pinball, but I have work to be done, so there's another curve right there.
Strange day.
p/s - Owen will be moving on out of here, since it's confusing the bejeezes out of even me. By next month, he'll be on Uncommon
March 03, 2004
Some people are mistaking me for Alyssa. I have to clear that up.
There are three people blogging here:
- Me, (Alia) but of course.
- Owen, my invisible friend. He does NOT exist, he just thinks he does. He knows me as Alyssa and Saiful as Shuji, reason being that Owen McDermott is actually a character from a never-ending fiction I write based on my alter ego Alyssa Ramirez's life.
- Saiful, my boyfriend.
So read the fine print. I blog regularly, Owen when he feels like it and Saiful once a week. I'm trying to find out how to color-code the blogs or something so it'll be easier to understand. Or maybe I should just get Owen his own blog. Maybe.
There are three people blogging here:
- Me, (Alia) but of course.
- Owen, my invisible friend. He does NOT exist, he just thinks he does. He knows me as Alyssa and Saiful as Shuji, reason being that Owen McDermott is actually a character from a never-ending fiction I write based on my alter ego Alyssa Ramirez's life.
- Saiful, my boyfriend.
So read the fine print. I blog regularly, Owen when he feels like it and Saiful once a week. I'm trying to find out how to color-code the blogs or something so it'll be easier to understand. Or maybe I should just get Owen his own blog. Maybe.
Some people are mistaking me for Alyssa. I have to clear that up. There are three people blogging here, Alyssa, me and that damn pseudo-Jap boyfriend of hers Shuji.
I just wanted to make sure people knew it was me, not Sa who threw that Molotov at Cyd. She's a lot, er, nicer than that.
(No, not the broomstick! Nooooo!!!)
Catch you guys later.
I just wanted to make sure people knew it was me, not Sa who threw that Molotov at Cyd. She's a lot, er, nicer than that.
(No, not the broomstick! Nooooo!!!)
Catch you guys later.
March 02, 2004
Too Much Too Tell, Or, One Tale Too Many
Earwax: Adam Masterson - One Tale Too Many
Eyeboogers: Nick Hornby - High Fidelity
Sunday was a good day. Four books, a magazine and two CDs :)
Books:
George Orwell - Animal Farm (They were sold out of 1984)
Nick Hornby - High Fidelity
Homer - Iliad & Odyssey (One edition was RM120+, the one I got was RM21 O_o)
Jeffrey Eugenides - Middlesex (Couldn't find a witchcraft-y book that appealed to me)
Magazine:
Ish (But of course)
CDs:
Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes
Adam Masterson - One Tale Too Many
(They were out of The Smiths, and didn't carry the other two titles. Blargh)
So there you go. I would document more non-happenings, but I've been really really really busy and I need my sleep. Some other time, ne?
Eyeboogers: Nick Hornby - High Fidelity
Sunday was a good day. Four books, a magazine and two CDs :)
Books:
George Orwell - Animal Farm (They were sold out of 1984)
Nick Hornby - High Fidelity
Homer - Iliad & Odyssey (One edition was RM120+, the one I got was RM21 O_o)
Jeffrey Eugenides - Middlesex (Couldn't find a witchcraft-y book that appealed to me)
Magazine:
Ish (But of course)
CDs:
Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes
Adam Masterson - One Tale Too Many
(They were out of The Smiths, and didn't carry the other two titles. Blargh)
So there you go. I would document more non-happenings, but I've been really really really busy and I need my sleep. Some other time, ne?
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