genting

Cenfad College of Art and Design
11th November 2006.

~ First graffiti attempt. Not too shabby eh? ~











Genting City of Entertainment
21st and 23rd November 2006

~ View from my hotel window. Breathtaking ~








~ Oh No, the books are attacking me! ~








~ show off's... ~








~ Wheeeee. Go-karting! ~








~ One hour later... ~

It's gotta start moving sometime...

It's slow alright. 10mph, sad-nyer...








~ Andy, stuck forever. Mwahahahaha ~








~ The End ~




I sat on the Flying Coaster for 5 rounds straight.
Andy nearly puked and kept swearing.
If I died here, at least its closer to heaven.
God forbid suicide.

I sat on the Astro something-something twice.
I'm flying!!

Went on the Corkscrew once.
Man, I think I left my guts up there.

Saw Mysteria.
Awesome-est show ever. And the most $$.
Guys danced like gays. - very gracefully.




HOME SWEET HOME
*sigh*

happy happy

Artist: Joey Scarbury Lyrics
Song: Theme from Greatest American Hero (Believe It or Not) Lyrics

Look at what's happened to me,
I can't believe it myself.
Suddenly I'm up on top of the world,
It should've been somebody else.

Believe it or not,
I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free eee eee.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer.
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me.

It's like a light of a new day,
It came from out of the blue.
Breaking me out of the spell I was in,
Making all of my wishes come true ue ue.

Believe it or not,
I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free eee eee.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer.
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me.


Hahahah, feeling happy happy today.

ONE
Jason is off my back for good. Shooh! Stay away!

TWO
I'm pretty much single-ish. Just a little tweeking left. But boy does it feel good...

THREE
I'm going to Genting tomorrow and will be back Thursday.

FOUR
The song is awesome. Good for a sunny day. =D

Hair Color

I'm ecstatic and worried at the same time. Is it even legal? Why? Because my mom promised to take me to my aunt's place, -who is an excellent home-made hair stylist, I might add- to dye my hair. Ecstatic I am, because I've never tried (rather, never Allowed) this before, so I'm just dying to know - haha, pun intended. Finally, dear momzee and daddee bent to the pressure *evil laugh*. I'm so proud to have parents who understand the need of adolescent curiousity, no, really.

Well, worried because, I haven't decided what colour highlight I want! I was toying with dark-ish blue, but I dropped it because I'd give my dad a heart attack. I like red, but my friend has done that before and I don't want to look like a copycat. Oh, the dilemma, the drama-not.

I'll leave it to her to be creative, as long as she doesn't chop my locks too much, or having me leave looking like I come from outer space. Definitely a no-no.

This blogger shall not be responsible for any form of hyperventilation, rude stares, or finger pointing the next time I hang out with friends, family, and/or associates.

You have been warned....

dinner.... bluek

‘Mom, I change my mind, I don’t want to go…’

And I nap in my room.

But that didn’t last, I couldn’t force my eyelids to close willingly anymore, and just lying here felt stupid. I tensed my muscles, ready to spring up.

‘Aileen,’ calls a familiar voice. I turn, an immediate reaction, and I see my mother towering over my form.

‘Get up, time to go,’ she said.

Tai Thong Imperial Chinese Restaurant, 7p.m. sharp

8.10p.m. – Is this an old folks reunion? I thought the card said 7 sharp! I don’t even know

the kids here, some luck. I’m contented with staring at the ceiling. Nice

lighting they got.

8.30p.m. – I feel the undeniable need to release tension building in my urinary tract. It

so happens, that they choose the exact time when I was about to get up, to ask

the guests to sit down. Lovely. Ear splitting music fills the restaurant, and the

happy couple stroll in on the red carpet. In the future, I’ll just get Linkin Park to

play at my wedding. Ah… music.

Had trouble locating the toilet. Honestly, put some signs up people! You’d
think they expected everyone to memorize their floor plan.

8.45p.m. – FOOD! The only dish I didn’t sample was the shark fin soup. You can’t make

me!

The food was good, but in between courses, the boredom slips in. Later at night, they start a karaoke on stage with God-knows-what songs in Mandarin, sung by senior citizens. The sound system makes it extra unbearable. Goodness me, I think I sense a migraine, but its probably also due to my littlest brother’s insistent whining, he wants to go home, bless him.

Two and a half glasses of wine, and a few sips of brandy – courtesy of my uncle – later, I patiently wait for my grandmother to finish her never-ending goodbye’s, and off we go! Really, I don’t fancy alcohol, but hey, the things you do when there’s nothing to do…

Home at last! Home sweet home, that’s the ticket.

dinner.... bluek

‘Mom, I change my mind, I don’t want to go…’

And I nap in my room.

But that didn’t last, I couldn’t force my eyelids to close willingly anymore, and just lying here felt stupid. I tensed my muscles, ready to spring up.

‘Aileen,’ calls a familiar voice. I turn, an immediate reaction, and I see my mother towering over my form.

‘Get up, time to go,’ she said.

Tai Thong Imperial Chinese Restaurant, 7p.m. sharp

8.10p.m. – Is this an old folks reunion? I thought the card said 7 sharp! I don’t even know

the kids here, some luck. I’m contented with staring at the ceiling. Nice

lighting they got.

8.30p.m. – I feel the undeniable need to release tension building in my urinary tract. It

so happens, that they choose the exact time when I was about to get up, to ask

the guests to sit down. Lovely. Ear splitting music fills the restaurant, and the

happy couple stroll in on the red carpet. In the future, I’ll just get Linkin Park to play at my wedding. Ah… music.

Had trouble locating the toilet. Honestly, put some signs up people! You’d

think they expected everyone to memorize their floor plan.

8.45p.m. – FOOD! The only dish I didn’t sample was the shark fin soup. You can’t make

Me!

The food was good, but in between courses, the boredom slips in. Later at night, they start a karaoke on stage with God-knows-what songs in Mandarin, sung by senior citizens. The sound system makes it extra unbearable. Goodness me, I think I sense a migraine, but its probably also due to my littlest brother’s insistent whining, he wants to go home, bless him.

Two and a half glasses of wine, and a few sips of brandy – courtesy of my uncle – later, I patiently wait for my grandmother to finish her never-ending goodbye’s, and off we go! Really, I don’t fancy alcohol, but hey, the things you do when there’s nothing to do…

Home at last! Home sweet home, that’s the ticket.

A table fan hummed in a corner, but it was the air conditioner on the wall which cooled the room. Above, a circular light, the size of a large serving plate lit the room with brilliant white light. On a queen sized bed lay a five year old child. My brother, sleeping soundly, not bothered by the loud voices of my mother and I, nor stirred when we occasionally giggled. I was entertained with stories about my parents relationship before matrimony, most which I still find hard to believe.

‘Aileen, it’s OK to like guys and to be liked,’ said mom, still in her slightly intoxicated mood. I waited, I knew she didn’t like to be disturbed when she was ranting, or nagging, or advising, I wouldn’t know, they sound the same, coming out of her vocal chords.

I smiled, and it was all she needed.

‘Of course, it’s not good to get too serious. You must always remember that you’ll meet many more people when you leave school, start working…’

I nodded, I heard this many times before.

‘Never let it get to your studies, when you get good grades and move on, and get a decent job, people will respect you. But if you get tied to someone so early, you’re going to regret it, it’s-’

‘Whoa, mom, your thinking too far, I think I’m having a headache. Besides, I know how to take care of myself.’ Oh, if only you knew. I contemplated silently. She had no idea how bluntly her no-boyfriend-till-after-SPM rule had been bluntly violated.

She waved my interruption aside.

‘Still, I know what you’re going through now, I’ve been there.’ She look like she was about to grin, but suppressed it in time.

‘It’s just a phase you are going through, it’ll pass’

* * *

I haven’t had anybody serious since you.

Why haven’t you?

Nothing. Just being bored with life, would love to end it. Don’t care about me…

Talk to your friends or something.

I don’t really talk to my friends anymore.

Then why do you call them friends?

I’d rather talk to my computer and mp4. If you don’t believe, you can ask Eliza.

What are you trying to say exactly…

Is there any chance that we can still be together?

It wouldn’t be fair… (shit)

Unfair in what sense, the feeling?

Yes. I wouldn’t be able to return it. What about giving and not receiving (open your eyes!)

I don’t mind. It’s been nearly a year, and I waited, I know that your ‘booked’ now. I can wait.

(Don’t be crazy you jerk. Just because you hinted that you’re suicidal doesn’t make things better. I’m not getting back together OK?! Go ahead, kill yourself, slit your wrists again for all I care. That’s right, I don’t care, I-am-not-responsible-for-your-crazy-endeavors!)

Oh, if only my heart was made of platinum. A highly non-reactive metal, then I wouldn’t be feeling all this guilt.

Telling myself it is not my fault isn’t working. But getting back together is not an option, or is it? I love someone else, and he loves me, or does he?