Monday, April 17, 2006

Sickness and obsession

Been suffering from headaches and dizziness for the past few days, that makes me lean against the nearest support to catch a breather or two. Then it's gone, and back to normal. And I have no desire lately to do my work (of which I'm regretting greatly now, since my one week holiday is over and there's me feeling damn bad that I've failed my own expectations again)

I'm not too entirely healthy; be fool not by the rosiness of my cheeks, because it's a facade, an irony to what I sometimes ail from. And it's a pity I can't even speak of it. Sometimes I feel so tied down by this. I love the outdoors, there's many adventures that I yearn to take,and yet there's this... the string to hot air balloons. The shackles that clang in mockery at my attempt to escape. The burden that not only I have to bear, but it is felt in my mother's mind (and not to mention, her purse as well). It's something I feel greatly guilty about, and when I truly think about it, there's a mother's love for you (as corny as it seems). I'm not exactly the Perfect Daughter, and I appreciate her care muchly (though I complain at times, XD).

Maybe it's true I don't take good care of myself at's my fault, a feeble try of rebellion that only mirrors back, thrice or more. Feel frustrated sometimes. I mean, when I was a kid, I was as healthy as healthy can be (minus the annual sore throat since I eat too much fried stuff > CNY), while my brother was the sickly one. The child that I was, I was proud that I don't suffer from asthma or nose bleeding or whatever childhood sickness you could think of. And now my brother is the healthier one.

A Korean doctor I've been seeing lately (I'll tell you another time! VERY Dae Jang Geum, wahahhaha!) tells me perhaps it's stress related. College? Yea, well partially, though there's no stress just yet (but it's just a evil witch with a hooked nose, cackling. "Soon, my deah, soooonnn..."). The main stress lies in another domain, much like a lion's den where trainer couldn't tame the beast.

Proof of blurness: [MSN chat]

Friend : hey how r u?
Me : dick
Friend : huh???? wrong window izzit? what u doing?
Me : NooooOO!!!!!! I meant SICK! S I C K !!!


Currently obsessed with this song. Been playing it over and over for hours. Mmmm. Ear candy. I simply love the lyrics... Go go, listen! ;P

Haven't been reading much lately, and I finally got started on "The Da Vinci Code". It was 3am then. Thought that I'll just read a couple of pages then go off to sleep... oh boy, how wrong I was. I read past halfway the book in one sitting, and only slept around 7am (after forcefully prying my eyes away from the text).... Goodness, this is one bloody good book!!! It's been a long time since a book that grabbed my full attention in such a long time (that I can't even remember the last book that had me on my seat's edge).

Plus it got me interested in my Pagan studies again.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Lizards on glass

The trains during rush-hour magically transforms several of its inhabitants into temporary human lizards, geckos or similiar. If one is in the low-cost flats nearby and look out of their window, they shall observe hands flattened against the train's glass, and a few people's breath misting it as well.

Unfortunately, this is not the infamous car-shecks scene in Titanic, so calm down, calm down =D.

This is one of the temp lizards reporting, wahahahaha! Finally the prints on my fingers are proven useful in times like these!! Found it amusing at the number of hands on the windows and wall... there were really no handles left at all.


Unless that dishy guy, a person a way from me, is... Nah, just kidding. No dishy guys around. Lots of 'love handles' though, lol.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Field Trip (as juvenile as it may sound...)

Last week, my class and another had a field trip to a printing company. Hmm. Field trip sounds so juvenile, but the word 'visit' makes me think of sterile rooms and jabs or suits and ties.

Pretty much an informative trip, shows the whole cycle into producing a magazine; reporters/editting, graphic department, photo studio... then the fascinating part: the printing process. From preparing the plates to binding and wrapping up, ready to be distributed. I like looking at the machines working at top speed.

[Pictures courtesy of KEZIA!]

Reporters / Editting stations

Graphic Dept, where major Photoshop magic happens!

This nice lady here was giving us a demo. At the speed she worked, you could tell she does this alllll the time (d'oh!). As for the model on the cover (pixelated to protect her identity), you couldn't imagine the amount of pores she had before the 'surgery'. Amazing how a few click of the mouse (smart blur & patch tool) and it gets girls everywhere into a frenzy for the perfect features. Lies, I tell you, lies!

Is that all there is to this trip you ask? To your joy and mine, my reply to that is, "Are you kidding? Anything is possible with the students of this creative and innovative uni/coll!"

Venue: Colour Quality Control Room (where the machines there are rumoured to cost RM100mil (source: Derek XD)

The machines there were spitting out those advertisement-like catalogues in one straight neat line, while the workers there take one once in a while to check the colour, while the others flows systematically into the next machine. So Kezia was joking to this fella CJ, go take one la.

He took her seriously.

It was still okay though, the line was still moving along... but of course, Kez was mortified and told him she was just kidding. And THIS was the prequel to a big blooper moment... *drumroll*

He put the catalogue back into the line.
And I was wondering why Christina was looking damn amused and walking away from the 'crime scene' ... and then I saw the piled-up catalogues and of course, we're all like OMG!!!

Luckily a worker there got it under control, and as we all beat it (get out of there, not hit worker, okay? ^.^;;), one of my lect was telling me, "That's why don't touch anything here..." Yes yes, got it! *wraps arms around self, straitjacket-style*. As for Kez? Kez endured the next hour with us 'accusing' her of masterminding the crime XDXD!

So... is that it?

No, my dear reader, no...

I bring you, the MAIN COURSE
Venue: Photo Studio

On the way back from the printing area, to the front, we passed by the photo studio again, and this time there was a model taking pictures in there. Even though the guy guiding us was asking us to move onwards, but many students has already 'infiltrated' into the studio. So I looked at the guy, shrugged, and went in to see as well. Well, I was planning to see only, but many collmates were snapping pictures (although I'm not sure if this is allowed ^.^"").

It was still okay.. and THEN (yes, the 'and then!' part XD) this guy from another class actually went next to her and posed with the peace sign. Observe.

Model protected unintentionally by this silhouette. Perfect, as I don't wanna get sued.

Yes. Right in the middle of a shoot, with all the professional cameras and lights set up. The model refused to look at the direction of my collegemate's camera (In fact, she looks pretty much pissed), and later I think she complained to her manager... Part of me want to applaud his bravery, but still, paiseh man. I don't blame her for looking miffed, I mean, it's a pretty stupid thing to do, not considerate of her work at all.

(There's a clearer picture, but I won't post it up =D. She has lovely legs though)


Well, not really, but the chef ran out of oil and fire, so there. But hey! 3/5 out of us wore orange in someway... plus orange background! Plus a complimentary colour (blue)!!!

L-R : Christina, Kez, me, Chun Li admirer William, Lee Jun Ki fanboy Seiji

After everything was over, we went to their cafeteria to eat! Beehoon and nice warm tea!

William all ready to snap photos of leng luis and Chun Li lookalikes
[Seiji helps him by collecting his saliva or nosebleed, depending on how hawt the girl is XD]

William: Yesh! Victory!!! Mmmm...
Hendriyo: *nods in approval*

Kez telling Christina something....

Kez: Oi, dun so busybody, or I'll stick this up your nose!!

Argh, my hair is horrible!!! Gotta dye it soon~

Seiji trying to find a CERTAIN Korean person in the free mags we received...

Maskulin? Seiji, I assure you that you won't find him in there...

Seiji: OMG! Lee Jun Ki~~! Mmmmm.....

Sigh, now not a love triangle anymore... square ady.

(PS: If you don't know what the heck I'm going on about... hint: The King and the Clown)

(PPS: Seiji's gonna kill me....)

Saturday, April 08, 2006



I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me

Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Oh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
Cleaning up the mess he made

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Boys, you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without the warmth from
A womans good, good heart

On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too [x3]

John Mayer

Monday, April 03, 2006

Tak Ada Malu Ke?

Malaysia has done it again!!!

Again, they have hitched an unfair ride onto someone's sudden success. The first that I know of is Guy Sebastian, then it's that Fiji golfer (whose name remains a child very good at hide and seek in my brain) and now... Ms Monica Pang, first runner up for the Miss America pageant.

MCA Youth central committee member Ling Hee Keat congratulated her on being crowned
Miss Georgia in 2005 and first runner-up in the recent Miss America beauty pageant.

“We are proud of her. We are here to discuss with Absolute Entertainment on how she can help us to promote Malaysia as a tourism spot and a spot for education internationally.

“We want to show the world that we are a modern Islamic country,
where people of all races and religions live harmoniously together,” said Hee Keat.

Pang, 25 and whose father is from Kluang, Johor ....

It's still bearable when they were glorifying the fact that her father was a Malaysian. Fine. Used to it. And then suddenly I read today that she's going to promote Malaysia in other countries. I was staring at the article for a good 5 minutes, before proceeding to bang my head on the table.

Exaggeration of course. (er, d'oh?)

Let's clear some facts first. She is born and raised as an American. That's right... AMERICAN. Yes, she has a Malaysian father, but seriously, you don't see China calling him back do you? I couldn't imagine if I ever achieve something great, then out of the blue, China calls me back, asking me to promote China, which is a bloody irony as "wo bu huey jiang hua yi... e ke nu ren pen tan....". [T.T] I've never even stepped a toenail in China. In Monica's case, she's only been here a few times, and rarely stay long enough to absorb the essence of Malaysia. I think it's a little weird. For her.

By the way, I write this with no disrespect to Ms Pang, as I'm sure that besides being gorgeous, she's intelligent as well. Only that I don't think it's fair to her, and to others. The media ought to trumpet more on what we have right here, right now, instead of constantly digging up old records of famous people, trying to connect it to Malaysia.

Also I smirked at the word 'proud'. Proud is when you've worked hard on something, and it paid off. Did Malaysia had any part in helping her in winning Miss Georgia and the subsequent 2nd place at the Miss America pageant? All together now... HELL NO!

'Happy' would be the right word. Happy for her success, because the word 'proud' seems to mean that you've contributed to her achievements. 'Proud' is used by parents on their own children, or teachers on their students. Rarely do you see a distant friend telling someone how proud they are of you.

Alamak, man, these people... really don't feel malu at all. STOP TUMPANG-ING DAMMIT!


Oh btw, this Wednesday, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06. So... go moon your neighbours or smthg.

On other news: my mozzie killing abilities has upgraded a level (or two XD), wahahhahaha!

: oh yea, Vijay. The golfer.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Bare with me...

... I'd love that to be real, but unfortunately no... Sorry, not a new sex blog coming up. (Yea, at this point you must be feeling tulan XD)

In fact it's pretty old, like granny old in a blog owning world. Had a blog elsewhere for three years (I feel so proud *sob sob*).

Currently in the process of shifting it over, because I'm such a 'junk' collector, and I adore the archive option here.

Bear with me okay? =P