Blue Christmas

Merry Christmas blogger babes and... babettes? Haha!

I hereby proclaim myself sane and sober this beautiful Christmas morning. Joy to the world! And my previous sentence only proves that I'm not, so yeah. Last night was fun, very noisy. My cousins lil gang reminds me of the Sexylicious, I miss you guys soooo much ya know?? Ish. Wish you guys were here.

Anyways after mass everybody flooded out of the compound and it was a cacophony of handshakes, hugs, kisses, and wishes of 'Merry Christmas!' and soon we didn't bother looking for people. Just hangged with 'da gang', you know, the loud one. It was fun and all la, but I feel so ostracised. You know, in a crowd where everybody knows each other and is basically related, you don't just fit in like voila! But it was cool, especially when Alex (cousin) picked up his guitar and we made a lot of noise with Christmas carols which I know less than half the words to. And the whole time my brain was like, 'If only they were here'; 'So like us'; 'Sigh'.

Then after that we went to some relatives house and made more noise. Haha! More singing, drinking, and the old men were smoking their cigaratte butts off.

The Declaration of Aileen.

Regardless of what I said before, I do get tipsy after 2 cans of Carlsberg.
Not drunk like, running around topless drunk, but slightly disorientated.
And if I do not talk crap, I feel sleepy.
I never tried a third can because of persuasive family members (some);
BUT... someday I will. =p

And yours truly has also discovered that...
Believe you me
When I get tipsy (I wanted to say drunk, but I've never been there yet =X)
I either...
1) Talk crap and am very happy (which is normal even without an alcohol level)
2) Knock off.

I did both last night/this morning. =]

Oh well gotta be off, will upload the pictures when I get home coz I didn't bring the cable. Going to naik motor with my FattyBoy cousin. Haha! Wish me a safe journey man! =X



Have yourself, a merry little christmas.... *sings*

dot dot dot

Yours truly is now in Kedah and is blogging without BIG FAT COUSIN bugging me, coz he's at church. Or he might sit on me for using his computer and I might just sink into the floor. I'm in Kedah, and its so small town with not enough pollutants in the air. I'm so shocked, haha!

Oh and I just remembered that there was something I forgot about day 2 at camp. After our glorious Tug of War victory, something happened. Sheena screamed 'Leech!', and I saw this black thing on Tata, and I scream for the heck of it XD and then Tata said 'Where?' and someone said 'There!' and he screamed, and danced. After 5 seconds, he turned to Darren, said 'Actually not pain also...' and continued screaming and dancing. Fun =D

Okay I'm lazy to talk about camp now. It was good, with one very huge exception. I contemplate not returning, because he said he'd be back next year. And like I told Mr Man Boobs, I think I'll hire a boyfriend cum bodyguard throughout the entire time, simply because I do not have the guts to 'Kick his balls so that he'll remember it for the rest of his life,' as said by somebody. I hate him... =/

I need to pee...

Fatty!

NEVER, EVER VOTE FOR TENGKU ADNAN. He is fat, fugly, wears thick glasses and is in need of braces and minty breath. On the last bit Qian Qian is asking, 'How dyou know he needs minty breath?' Well as he says such horrible, ugly, un-nice things... How could he not?

"Bloggers are liars. They use all sort of ways to cheat others. From what I know, out of 10 000 unemployed bloggers, 8 000 are women. Bloggers like to spread rumours, they don't like national unity. Today our country has achievements because we are tolerant and compromising. Otherwise we will have civil war.

"Malays will kill Chinese, Chinese will kill Malays, Indians will kill everybody else."

Tengku Adnan,

Tourism Munister (BN)

The fatty is the last one btw. Lets organise a riot! =D And get thrown into prison. My driving lecturer says that prisons are pretty now. Lets go see, eh? =P

Randomness

I'm back! And I'm not sure if anyone is still willing to read about camp, so I'll put the unorthodox stuff here. =)

Day 1
Firstly, thanks to Keith's 'It will take a pretty long time to get to Terminal Putra so you'd better leave early', I and my brother was there the first. Idiot XD. But then all was well, and I was high so things were good and I love bus 2 so yeah. But then before we boarded I saw this man with a PCK-like mole, but it was a kazillion times worse because while PCK had ONE hair, he had... many. The whole thing looked like a furry parasite stuck to his face and I just had to laugh, and laugh... and laugh. I vaguely remember Vina and Melody trying to shush me, and Keith calling me evil, but still laughing himself.

And so I laughed my way on the bus. And was still happy happy with the Sexylicious at the back of the contraption until we realised; the rest of the bus was excruciatingly silent. And so began a series of plans made to wake everybody up, led by Nicholas. it nearly worked. Really XD.

Ooh, and I remember Keith only emo-ed once throughout the entire camp; which was on Day 1, so that was good =)

And the Dragons (my team) got a red flag. Yay! I (and perhaps Sheena), wanted to give a hot, steaming, sexy name worth of mention, but some people are so hemophobic (did I get it right Sheena? Did I?). Oh, and the Dragons argued a lot. A LOT. Take my word for it.


Day 2

Bamboo rafting! The lake so bloody pathetic. Its like, so stagnant, and murky; but not as bad as KKB. Dragons and Raging Rockets combined to create a super power powered by expert raft-makers. Haha! Okay I don't know what I'm saying. But my group won the tug of war! The basis of the game is actually quite primitive. Two rafts, facing away from each other, whose butts are connected by a length of rope with markers on em. And the kuli on each side just rows until one successfully pulls the other to a specific point.

White water rafting was good, but not exciting enough. Haha I didn't expect Sheena to do so well, grats girl! *hugs* And Jacky is such a bitch, but at that time I didn't know... When we were moving to the mother rapids, he put his arms around me, and at that time I didn't think much of it. And that will have to wait for another post. ><

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I had three dreams in three nights, all a continuation from the next. The first two freaked me out to no end, but the third was okay, because I told you and you made me feel better.

Welcome home darling =)

My internet is down, and something just happened that made my whole post delete. SO WAIT.

Or don't come back.

G'day ya'll =)

Ponder This

I believe the creator of chain mail the Hitler of the internet, risen from oblivion to terrorize the lives of innocent internet users. Yet occasionally I would get an inspiring email out of hundreds of lousy ones, and I just have to share it. And still I refuse to be sucked into the chain mail plague.

And so my neurons worked out this brilliant, devious, masterplan...

Post it here!

Mwahahahahaha!!

Anyways, this is an explanation for all the emails I've been putting up =)

Its not plagarism! I edit, and whatever goes up is mostly void of typos aite?

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And now that all is said and done, here's another one for you guys to digest. Imagine me shoving a dustbin lid sized thing of whatever befits your imagination. Naaaah!

Yellow = Personal favourites
Blue = Contradicting but still okay.


Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.
So true... Was discussing this with one of my cousins yesterday over the phone; he was on a personal mini-survey on what makes guys attractive. Well I told him, 'its everything, and nothing'. Go figure. haha


Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.
So where does the sex and marriage, and screaming kids go? XD


Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.
Yeah! Personal favourite. =)


What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?
No comment man. But this is brutal.


If love isn't a game, why are there so many players?
There isn't enough love to go around. People don't/can't get enough of it. Duh.


Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.


You can only go as far as you push!


Actions speak louder than words.
Classic.


Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.


A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have.
I have no luck, thats why I don't have one.


Some people make the world special by just being in it.
Why can't everybody make the world special??


Best friends are the siblings God forgot to give us.
If they were your siblings they wouldn't be your best friend. You'd probably just end up fighting more than anything.


When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.
Refer to the above, above.


Good friends are like stars....you don't always see them, but you know they are always there.


Don't frown, you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
Cheese! =D


Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.
Ew, so wrong! But then... Its kind of true. Ish ><


Most people walk in and out of your life, but only friends leave footprints in your heart.



If u love something...let it go.
If it comes back to you its yours....
If it doesn't then it never was.



A kiss is just a kiss until you find the one you love.
A hug is just a hug until its from the one ur thinking of.
A dream is just a dream until you make it come true.
LOVE is just a word until it's proven to you.



To realize
The value of a sister
Ask someone
Who doesn't have one.

To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.

To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.

To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.

To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.

To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
who has given birth to
A premature baby.

To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize
The value of one hour:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.

To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident...

To realize
T! he value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics

Time waits for no one.

Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when
you can share it with someone special.

To realize the value of a friend:
Lose one.

From an Email

Right now at this very minute-----------


someone
is very proud of you

someone
is thinking of you

someone
cares about you

someone
misses you

someone
wants to talk to you

someone
wants to be with you

someone
hopes you aren't in trouble

someone
is thankful for the support you have
provided

someone
wants to hold your hand

someone
hopes everything turns out all right

someone
wants you to be happy

someone
wants you to find them

someone
is celebrating your successes

someone
wants to give you a gift

someone
think you ARE a gift

someone
hopes you are not too cold, or too hot

someone
wants to hug you

someone
loves you

someone
wants to lavish you with small gifts

someone
admires your strength

someone
is thinking of you and smiling

someone
wants to be your shoulder to cry on

someone
wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun

someone
thinks the world of you

someone
wants to protect you

someone
would do anything for you

someone
wants to be forgiven

someone
is grateful for your forgiveness

someone
wants to laugh with you about old times

someone
remembers you and wishes you were there

someone
needs to know that your love is unconditional

somebody
values your advice

someone
wants to tell you how much they care

someone
wants to stay up watching old movies with
you

someone
wants to share their dreams with you

someone
wants to hold you in their arms

someone
wants YOU to hold them in your arms

someone
treasures your spirit

someone
wishes they could STOP time because of
you

someone
can't wait to see you

someone
wishes that things didn't have to change

someone
loves you for who you are

someone
loves the way you make them feel

someone
wants to be with you

someone
hears a song that reminds them of you

someone
wants you to know they are there for you

someone
is glad that you're their friend

someone
wants to be your friend

someone
stayed up all night thinking about you

someone
is alive because of you

someone
is wishing that you would notice them

someone
wants to get to know you better

someone
believes that you are their soul mate

someone
wants to be near you

someone
misses your guidance and advice

someone
values your guidance and advice

someone
has faith in you

someone
trusts you

someone
needs your support

someone
needs you to have faith in them

someone
needs you to let them be your friend

someone
will cry when they read this


Which one am I to you? Drop me a note, just curious.

After Lots of Animals... Finally

Shopping/window shopping in Pavilion is both orgasmic and painful. Not unlike sex for the first time; not that I've experienced that, just read. The shops are so absolutely beautifully packed with drool-worthy outfits worthy of crying with joy, or pain. The joy part is pretty obvious, but pain? Pain I say, because simpletons such as myself could never afford it. And I shall not gush over them, whine, or ever so much as mention them at home in fear of my father overhearing; he has a compulsive habit to buy me everything, even if he later complains about it. An example? My iPod. Though the latter hasn't happened yet.

The moment captured. Including Hui Ning's lame look. XD

Anyways, the purpose of this expedition was to shop for Amirah's prom dress. You can just hear my eyes glinting. So anyway, I followed my mom to work, met up with Hui Ning at KLCC and we strolled around as the shops opened. Fooled around in Chameleon for a bit. I just love watching her tortured face as I display some horrid hairbands that have an exact, if not close resemblance to the Harajuku style.

Notice the little pink crown? What a princess wannabe. Haha!

Around that time, Amirah finally wakes up in pajamas and bullies Pak Wahid (Mr Driver) into fetching us to Pavilion. XD She going to contemplate my murder for this post anyway, so I've decided to push my luck.

Being there, I have to admit that it was the first time I walked into a high end label with a sense of purpose and direction. And ooh, there was this store which had the most jaw-dropping, head-spinning, chic, classy, glamourous sh*t heaven of a dressing room. I didn't get a picture coz Amirah-la... Walk out so fast. Buffoon. Pffft.

I'm surprised at the lack of SBU-ians there, save one. But we'll get there later.

Candid dressing room shot. She's quite convinced its the dress for her. She feels like a princess in it - so says she =). And it does complement her curves nicely. To Amirah : *nudge* Harris will lurve it! Unless you find something else later la, but he'll still love it, yes?

At Zara, we found the dress. Sure it looks like synthetic curtain on the hangar but with some prodding and pushing, Hui Ning and I managed to get her to try it so we could pick some stuff out too. ;) Ironically, we all tried the same dress, only Mira's was black and Hui Ning and I donned brown. But I lazy to snap coz I think it looks fugly on me.



Perasan-tedness! But she has curves to, my darling.

The most fun places were Topshop and Forever 21. I like lah, the skirts, the jacket... The stuff I tried on. Hope they have pasar malam imitations or something, I'm not picky =)



I'm the only teenager among the aunties. We made so much noise, I'm surprised they didn't throw us out.

Did I mention that Amirah walks into Forever 21, all hyper, says 'I'm definitely going to get something here', but later doesn't try anything, and broods over 3 pendants which she thinks she should buy after we leave the store. Did I also mention that she has about 300 moolah in her purse? Seriously, Amirah and Hui Ning are so fickle. But hey, its good to consider, reconsider, and re-reconsider too; especially if that pendant is priced at RM40+. What a double edged sword.



I want! I like! I love! Too bad short skirts are forever forbidden to me. *whines*

The dress Hui Ning says she'll wear when pregnant

Later embarked on a Starbucks hunting trip and bumped into Aiman on opposite escalators; we're going down, he's going up.

Amirah : Aiman!!
(Aiman turns)
Aiman : Hey! *raises hand*waves*
Muah : Hey Aiman! *jumps*
Aiman : *Continues waving* To Amirah: Hey!; To Hui ning: Hey!; To me: Eh didn't see you!

And so we conclude our journey with an absolutely sinful chocolate ice blended for Amirah and I, and hideous chilled coffee thing for Hui Ning. Poor girl, but I guess that happens. It overlooks the new cinema and we vow to our new gorgeous, overpriced, hangout.

The End.

Be Safe

Edward is gone, he got adopted. And I was so hoping to see him today. Oh well, I hope he has a good home now... Probably being called Rocky again; the name given to him by the Indian lady who dumped him there.

There are so many things running through my mind right now, just imagine standing at the edge of a railway station on the yellow line, trying to catch the details in each window frame that passes. My thoughts are the people, the different details in each window I peer through. But with a gust of wind that sweeps my hair back, and momentarily blinds me, the train had its back turn toward me, getting smaller as it left the tracks of vision. And as the wind tickles my hair one last time, whispering some forgotten farewell, it was gone.

And there is nothing left to write. No story to tell, just a longing. I wish I had jumped on that train instead of watching the doors close between, afraid that you'd push me out. I wish I was brave enough to take the fall. But I'm not.

And you'll never know how much
I cried
I worry everytime you extend your leave in some far off place
I pray for you
I still choke on that stupid word, which I can't say, even here.
I need to tell you
Because I never will grow the balls to tell you.

It Stinked, And It Rocked

The building was ancient and crumbling, the whole place stunk of a putrid odour, and there was sound pollution. It rocked =D. Did my first stint at SPCA as a volunteer today. It was as hard as I imagined, lots of hard work. But it was all worth it. Some dogs were vicious creatures not worth glancing at because they're evil and they bark. But you do grow attached to some.

Like Andy, he prefers cats to dogs but still he favoured a certain unchristined puppy. Unfortunately, it got adopted today. The family dumped one black puppy, and took that one. The look on his face was purely dumbfounded with a hint of anger and frustration. We suspect that that family had a litter too big for them to handle, so they gave two away. Now they came back with the third. And took another in its place! grr

I love Edward. He's 'my' dog now. =)

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There was more to this post before this window kaput-ed on me yesterday, but to keep peace, I've decided not to retype this part.

Let sleeping dogs lie. Lol.

My two most favourite material objects in one masterpiece. *sigh*

Everything Tastes Like Puke

My camera is back from the ER. So I shall celebrate with a grim event, as of below.



Pretty tablets, no? haha. After the first round I initially got sicker. But I suppose it could only get worse before it gets better. Currently moping around the house, doing nothing, eating just as much. Which, if you know me, is very, VERY rare for a food enthusiast such as myself.

Everything tastes like puke. And if Ken or Abi doesn't call me tonight I'll sue them. Ken especially. I hope to hear wonderful stories and rants about camp. =D

Fingerprints of God

Take a look at these words. If you place the first letter at the end, and read it backwards... You still end up with the same word!

Banana

Dresser

Grammar

Potato

Revive

Uneven

Assess

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I can see the tears filling your eyes
And I know where they're coming from
They're coming from a heart thats broken in two
By what you don't see

The person in the mirror
Doesn't look like the magazine
Oh but when I look at you its clear to me that

I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God

Never has there been and never again
Will there be another you
Fashioned by God's hand
And perfectly planned
To be just who you are
And what he's been creating
Since the first beat of your heart
Is a living breathing priceless work of art and

I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God

Just look at you
You're a wonder in the making
Oh and God's not through

No!
In fact hes just getting started and...

I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God

Fingerprints of God, Steven Curtis Chapman

A Baby at Home

Eh, eh... I have something I wanna show you guys!



But before that...

I dreamt of Nick last night. You know, most dreams can't be remembered when you wake up. Trying to recall them is like trying to hold water in cupped hands while peeing. It spills, until there's nothing left to remember.

Well, this ain't one of them.

It was bedtime for some sort of school trip (to Australia, I presume, since Nick doesn't exist anywhere else XD). And for some particular reason, Andy was there. In reality I avoid going on extended trips with that boy like a plague. His 'I'm not happy with this' mood makes me want to slap him with a smelly tuna fish.

4 Alpha, illegal occupants, and Aussies

Anyway, we were um... Going to sleep. I think it was on the floor, with sleeping bags and all. (Hey, nobody said my dreams made much sense)
Well, he walked past me with one of his buddies and said
'Hey Aileen.'
Not much significance, except that I've never heard his voice before. And until then I was quite sure that my imagination wasn't quite as good as I liked it to be. Guess I was wrong.

Batu Seremban education XD. Over there I only really knew two people. The guy over there is Nick (no, not the one in my dream), and beside him is his girlfriend, Jess. Speaking of which, this Nick likes green tea o.O Like, crazy like.

I can't even remember the voices of some of the Sexylicious with such clarity. Ken being an exception because he calls me once in a while - to brag, and be bragged at. haha!

But the point being... I can't even recall the voices of my Malaysian friends who I speak to every so often. So how in the world did I fabricate something I've never heard... A continent away?! Makes no sense, nonsensical.

Ah, thats him. The guy to my right. Honestly, I didn't even notice him. =X

Don't get me wrong though, when the Australians came, I wasn't one of their crazed fans that all but drooled over them with puppy eyes. Jakoons they are. I figured they preferred to be treated like people instead of an exotic figurine. *sighs dramatically*

Just minutes before the Aussies visited the library. Can't remember why, but I was angry at something we were discussing, and was caught throwing something, somewhere. Huey Shan's shot. Haha

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And now, finally, is the thing I wanted to show you guys!






Isn't this the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? Thy shalt shed tears of reverence and absolute joy upon this heavenly being. =P Admit it, it IS the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. And its mine, all mine!

Now I know what you're thinking, 'Shit, she must be so pampered damn it.' Well hear this, I've never had A mp3 player in my life! Until the fateful Tuesday on the year I turned 16. =D






Well, here are a few things to look out for.
1. The new cover flow is awesome and a delight to scroll. However, too many songs and some users complain of a slight lag in its fluidity. However, its nothing much.

2. The screen is slightly tilted. The left side is slightly lower than the right, but only if you look VERY closely. This is quite general too, and performance is not affected.

3. Don't operate the thing too fast. With more than 200 songs, there will be a slight hiccup to the interchanging interfaces. Lol. XD

4. Audiophiles will find the earphones that come with the nano inadequate. Personally, it sounds fine to me, but if you're into music quality, I suggest getting a new pair of earphones.

5. The earphone port and the connecting port on the nano is too close together. So the earphones have to be plugged out before inserting the connecting cable. Hopefully, it doesn't wear out.

Aside from all the above, the iPod Nano 3rd Gen is still a beauty to behold. And user friendly ;)

Oh, the 4 gig version is RM 613 (if I'm not mistaken) and only comes in white. I recommend the 8 gig one, which costs RM 829 and comes in black, white, blue, and green. Product(RED) needs to be specially ordered.






Thats all for now, I hope you enjoyed this insane rant, and awesome commentary today.

Cheers!

Sauna and Why Women Cry

Anyone who has not been to a sauna should take some time off to try. I did, today. The experience is... uh, hot. I thought I stepped into a furnace. Visibility was terrible, and it was so hot I couldn't BREATHE. Luckily it was only my mom and I in there. The towel was glued to the bottom half of my face, supported by my hands. And I just stood in the middle of the confined space, feeling slightly claustrophobic, and looking (I bet) constipated.

Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, 'Why are you crying?' 'Because I'm a woman,' she told him.

'I don't understand,' he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, 'And you never will.'

Later the little boy asked his father, 'Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?'

'All women cry for no reason,' was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, 'God, why do women cry so easily?'

God said:

'When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry he! r husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.'

'You see my son,' said God, 'the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.'

Please send this to five beautiful women you know today. You will boost another woman's self-esteem! Send it to every man, so he can understand!

I Want To Retire

Going to school for marks is the bottom most priority in my life now. Cause after exams, I'm no less busy. As always. These days I'm just filled with tension, so much to do, and when I do, it don't always go right.

I'm sick of shouting till my voice rasps but nobody LISTENS. And why in the first place, do I have to be the one to tell you guys what to do? If you see me bending down and cleaning, just help me. Even after a healthy dose of sarcasm which nobody seems to understand, you stand around, and then you walk away. I don't deserve this shit. After all the planning, just so YOU could have fun. Don't you know when to stop?! Never again, that game. NEVER. I went home and literally lay lifeless on my bed for a full hour without the will or strength to pull myself up. Not after all the running around I've been doing all day...

But I'm not one to hold long grudges or anger. So I woke up on the right side of the bed thinking 'Nah, maybe I won't shout at them today.' But you guys just had to ruin it for me again. Not one of you is going to the November camp. What kind of idiot will I look like, huh? So I just HAVE to mention one name.

Shukran. I was this *brings thumb and index together* close to actually hitting him with that thick newspaper stick that just happened to be there. Oh God, shouldn't have typed that, the itch to hit something (or someONE) is killing me. KYC-ers, you'd be mad too, if you had a bad day, and heard this :-

Ass : So, how much is it?
Me : 180
Ass : *gasp* so expensive...
Me : No la, its pretty cheap for 3 days 2 nights
Ass : Oh then.. Yerh, so cheapskate.

Okay it doesn't sound so impressive here. Probably the result of mounting resentment that was stored away in the corner for so long. Oh, my rebuttal was 'You'd better watch your mouth. One day, its gonna get you into trouble.'

And he'd better count his ball gods for my patience. I only blew after he left, but I bet they all heard it. It just happened, the stick was in my hand, which was about a meter and a half way, in a fraction of a second, it made contact with the counter. All in one swift movement. And it hit real hard. I forgot how strong I could be ><... Thank goodness there was only one witness, and she understands.

Unfortunately, thats part of the tension. But I guess my ranting is boring enough.


Amanda can't run no more! Some bone injury from over exercising... She could have run around the world - twice. Stay strong girl.

Oh Zen, I can't post it. It's in PDF form and it's super long. Sorry!




Oh, my camera rosak, so no pics, not for a pretty long time ><

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Congratulations, and celebrations... *sings* Oh joy, no more exams! The weight of the past month has all but lifted completely. Still, no worries. No, thats not right, a worry-free life has its way of avoiding myself. So, the right term would be... Less worries. Haha

Alright, enough with the intro, here are the stories.

Last Exam Day (for me)

Taking the Art paper was definitely a pleasant surprise. Minus, of course, that I was the only non-Chinese speaker in that particular community. Talking was not forbidden, and the teacher just left us at our own accord. The practical part was not so surprising. I mean, how can one completely replicate someones drawing in 3 hours? Impossible, believe me.

Theory however, was strangely relaxing. They even waited for me before starting the paper, and I waltzed in, panting, 15 minutes late; naturally, fashionably, late. And was greeted by a handsome sight. Philip was attempting a catwalk on the table and nearly severed his head with the fan. But when it did start, the teacher came in with a student, went into the store room, came out and said 'Nanti kutip kertas dan letak sini *pats table* yea?' Then, she left.

At once the babble on the other table began. At mine, Ting En started.

'Eh, that one boy or girl ah?' She was referring to the student with the teacher.
And the debate between our table spread to include the next.

The talking never ceased after that, and yet nobody cheated. We are such good students. Those who finished, and couldn't bother checking just sat and chatted as usual. Philip, again, on the other hand, started singing, reeling off Disney songs and rending A Whole New World unrecognisable. Then came the Mandaring singing, which I laughed through anyway because he was doing Chinese opera, and was attempting voices of both genders. Quite amusing, really.



Black Eyed Peas Concert

Its today. Probably going on at this minute. Vi-Jean left early Friday, so she wasn't at school. Amirah left late Friday, and so she was at school. And later, an sms came from her.

Mira : Hey, you didn't tell me u were going to the bep concert
Muah : Huh? But I'm not going, unless you care to pay for me XD
Mira : Funny, vijean told me she saw u there.
Muah : Okay... i must have been spiritually present then. haha!
Mira : Oh muh bad. So see you there
Muah : I'm not going!
Mira : Alright, so I'll see you u soon then.
Muah : IM NOT GOING!
Mira : Oops, sorry!

And Huey Shan got free tickets. Screw it...



Parasites Are In Our Clothing!

Wash Bras and other clothing before use!

Most people do but this is just a warning for those that don't.....
Read the account first, then brace yourselves before looking at the
pics.............

WE DO NOT KNOW WHAT PARASITES ARE IN OUR CLOTHING
WHEN WE BUY THEM.

Wash your bra's before you wear them!!! Please make it a habit from this point forward to wash your just-purchased Undergarments before wearing them. This is sensitive.
After anthropologist Susan McKinley came back home from an expedition in
South America, she noticed a very strange rash on her left breast.
Nobody knew what it was and she quickly dismissed it believing that they would leave in time.

Upon her return she decided to see a doctor after she started developing intense pains. The doctor, not knowing the exact severity of the disease, gave her antibiotics and special creams. As time lapsed the pain did not subside and her left breast became more inflamed and started to bleed.

She decided to bandage her sores. However as Susan's pain grew more
intense she decided to seek help from a more certified doctor.
Dr. Lynch could not diagnose the infection and told Susan to seek the
aid of one of his colleagues who specializes in dermatology.

Unfortunately, the doctor was on vacation. She waited for two weeks and
finally was able to reach the dermatologist. Sadly, a life changing event was about to unfold during her appointment.

To Miss McKinley's surprise, after she removed the bandages, they found
larvae growing and squirming within the pores and sores of her breast.
Sometimes these wicked creatures would all together simultaneously move
around into different crevices. What she didn't know was that the holes were in fact, deeper than she had originally thought, for these larvae were feeding off the fat,
tissue, and even milk canals of her breast.


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If you insist, I'm warning you. Seriously.













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Relief

I am unhappy. But you know what does make me feel better? A look at all my Key Leader grams. They are a reminder of what I love to do, and simply because they make me feel good. For those of you who keep those little colour papers of joy, kudos man. But for some who just couldn't be bothered, too bad. I mean, even Andy hasn't thrown away his, and its no secret that he didn't really like the camp much. The sexylicious took away his favourite, albeit one and only, sister. ;)

Yeah, so I'll read them again, they bring me relief. And I'll go read the Bible again, thats even better. Although the Old Testament is rather depressing, but you gotta start somewhere... Now where have I heard this before? .... Oh. Nick. Right. heh

There is joy in giving.

Haha so random, but its true! And I can't seem to describe it with anything else.

Birthdays and Dreams

Totally can't believe I managed to stay away for so long. My baby blog awaits food! - in the form of posts.

Alright, my sleeves are rolled up and I'm half awake. First things first.

Happy Belated Birthday Eric / Hiro Nakamura!

Happy Belated Birthday Kenalicious! I've yet to shop for your lingerie... =P

There, I hope thats it. After this I have to look forward to Pui Ying's birthday, Audrey's birthday and Nick's birthday. Though Nick will probably party out with his friends on that day. I will have tons of wishes to fulfil. And I solemnly swear to finally ice skate by this year. Somebody remind Aimee and Charlotte that they have a job to do XD.

On a deeper note, I've been dreaming again. Fortunately, its not the recurrence of the sad, violent once I used to have. Some are just plain weird, and don't make sense at all. But some just stand out against the rest. I think, and I hate to think this way, but maybe I'm worrying about something(s) unconsciously. Bella from the Twilight series dreams and solves her problems there. Why in the world am I so linked to that? I feel odd, a blue rose amongst the red.

Is there anybody like me out there?

Relapse

So yeah, I went back to Taiping for a surprise visit. No big. They got a dalmation named Fiti and she's gorgeous. Wish I could have snapped a picture.

I started reading at 7.00pm today. I just finished. It was supposed to be a distraction, and at first it was - was immensely satisfying. But as it drew closer to the close, I had to concentrate on not throwing up.

I know its terrible for my life to hang imbalanced, as it is, on the pointed end of the blade. I was going to have to fall soon, whichever way, I don't know. No doubt it was a good story, but it didn't have a happy ending. Well, not happy for me.

I hate the way Mrs Meyers lines keep leaping out at me, throwing everything into sharp significance. It didn't help. The cotton candy in my brain was melting, and I need something to replace that. Fast.

There was something faintly disturbing in the plot, but I haven't quite caught on yet. Maybe my brain was turning into mush on me. Or maybe I just didnt want to know. OK, I'm scaring me. Haha

*sigh*. Eclipse was not as comforting as I'd hoped. In a way, it was more disturbing than New Moon. Jeez, now I feel unsatisfied and edgy. Ew.



"But my kind... We're easily distracted."

For those in the know, you could just laugh.


And I am truly sorry any of you had to bear this. Truly sorry.

Versatility & Prayers

There are some timeless songs that will always inspire us, no matter how long ago we've heard it, nor how many times. They range from making you cry of sadness, to smiling with confidence. I find that they are also very versatile, and can be interpreted differently each time you listen, depending on the situation and of course, the listener. It could be going in and out of love, dreams that you have or had, the difficulties you've faced or simply to feel good about yourself. But the most facinating of all, is that I find they can also be used for personal worship. Yea, sounds strange doesn't it? But it works, to me at least.

May you trust God that you are
exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities
that are born of faith.

May you use those gifts that you have received,
and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul
the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.

Because it is there
for each and every one of us.

Thanks Keith! This prayer goes back to you by the way, just not through e-mail.

I am a mountain
I am a tall tree
I am a swift wind
Sweeping the country
I am a river
Down in the valley
I am a vision
And I can see clearly
If anybody asks u who I am
Just stand up tall look them in the face and say

I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey, I made it
I'm the worlds greatest
And I'm that little bit of hope
When my backs against the ropes
I can feel it
I'm the worlds greatest

I am a giant
I am an eagle
I am a lion
Down in the jungle
I am a marching band
I am the people
I am a helping hand
And I am a hero
If anybody asks u who I am
Just stand up tall look them in the face and say

I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey, I made it
I'm the worlds greatest
And I'm that little bit of hope
When my backs against the ropes
I can feel it
I'm the worlds greatest

In the ring of life I'll reign love
And the world will notice a king
When all is darkest, I'll shine a light
And use a success you'll find in me

I saw the light
At the end of a tunnel
Believe in the pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow
And faith was right there
To pull me through, yeah
Used to be locked doors
Now I can just walk on through
It's the greatest
I'm that star up in the sky

World's Greatest, R. Kelly

There's a hero If you look inside your heart
You don't have to be afraid
Of what you are
There's an answer
If you reach into your soul
And the sorrow that you know
Will melt away

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

It's a long road
When you face the world alone
No one reaches out a hand
For you to hold
You can find love
If you search within yourself
And the emptiness you felt
Will disappear

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

Lord knows
Dreams are hard to follow
But don't let anyone
Tear them away
Hold on
There will be tomorrow
In time
You'll find the way

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

Hero, Mariah Carey

I have often dreamed, of a far off place
Where a heros welcome, would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer, when they see my face
And a voice keeps saying, this is where I'm meant to be

I'll be there someday, I can go the distance
I will find my way, if I can be strong
I know every mile, will be worth my while
When I go the distance, Ill be right where I belong

Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate
Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you
And a thousand years, would be worth the wait
It might take a lifetime, but somehow I'll see it through

And I wont look back, I can go the distance
And Ill stay on track, no, I wont accept defeat
Its an uphill slope, but I wont lose hope
Till I go the distance, and my journey is complete

But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
For a hero's strength is measured by his heart

Like a shooting star, I will go the distance
I will search the world, I will face its harms
I dont care how far, I can go the distance
Till I find my heros welcome, waiting in your arms

Go The Distance, Michael Bolton

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I awake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take

Good night.