little miss pipedream

me feet are killing me.

who needs gyms when you can just walk the entire length and floors of shopping malls? in all honestly, trawling through the malls has been the most workout i've had in ages.

a couple days ago i was having a bitch fit and wanted to post about how there wasn't any decent cd shop in the whole of klang valley and in fact maybe malaysia and how i was going to get revenge by obtaining a credit card somway somehow and go amok on amazon, all because i wasn't able to find Spoon's 'Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga' nor Rilo kiley's 'Under the Blacklight'. well, today, i went to one utama's Rock Corner half-heartedly when suddenly, suddenly...!!

no, i didn't find spoon or rilo kiley. But!but!my eyes fell on THIS!!!

THE WOMBATS!

**i couldn't find a pic on the net so i took a picture but lepas ambik and masuk computer baru sedar i had't taken off all those pesky stickers(i.e. price tag, kementerian 'ori' sticker, sticker proclaiming it's imported,etc),but malas nak ambik again,and maybe you don't care anyway, so bear with me.

yaaaaay. i'm so happyyyyyy. i was sure i wouldn't be able to get it here. it's great, i'm listening to it at the moment, and it's great! so Rock Corner at OU gets thumbs up. also, they get brownie points because they even had The National! far out. it was a couple of their earliest albums i think, it wasn't Alligator or Boxer. but it was too expensive. so i just stuck with the Wombats.

time for empty-minded rambling of the day.

i really like shopping. i've just realized i really like shopping. i went to pyramid with Dee the other yesterday, and we trawled through practically every shop for 5 hours more or less. and we didn't eat lunch!!i was walking out of a shop, and i remember thinking, 'this must really mean something to me kalau boleh skip lunch'.

ok. time for momento jotting/milestone recording. i've finished with a-levels. my last paper ended the previous wednesday morning. so the college chapter of life is over. how do i feel about it? i'm not exactly sure. at the moment, i'm just basking in the free time we have now. a part of me thinks 'crap,college is over. then it's uni, then it's work then it's marriage then it's children then it's death'.(i know, that part of me likes to jump ahead a lot). i was climbing the stairs couple days ago(or was it yesterday?), and i was struck with the thought maybe if i had the choice, i'd just want to freeze at this phase for a while. forever 19. with the parents still alive and healthy, no responsibilities to pay bills or work or take care of anyone except maybe my brother, and that's fine because i can still go to my room and lock myself in for privacy and some solitude.

ok,ok,too morbid. moving on.

i will, hands down, without a doubt, miss the people i've met throughout time spent at sunway. in particular my classmates. i mean, would they actually understand what i mean when i say i miss them? hmm. how do i convey this.

i can't say that we're all like one big lovey-dovey family, it's not as if i'm close with every single one of my classmates and can engage in a group hug with them anytime anywhere. that's overstating it la. but still. we can click, despite different races, different backgrounds, different preferences. they've changed me, and my perceptions, for the better. so, believe me when i say i will miss you, because i don't take these sorta things for granted.

blurry, but what the hell. featuring mrs thiru,woot!

and, of course, i'll miss LIKE CRAZY the econs tuition gang. the last time i laughed till i cried was in the back seat of diyana's car, on our way to tuition.
Jaja: why don't we go out and save stray cats??
Shao Min: *dumbfounded*. Where?
Jaja: anywhere!

I personally like this one. we were supposed to be doing 'HOT'. but shao min burst out laughing, and i look like a constipated fish. diyana and jaja pull it off flawlessly though. jaja looks casually bored while diyana is diva glam. saya sayang awak semua!thank you for sticking out for me even when i was totally psycho and stuff.

ok,ok. enough jiwang2 and sentimentality.

which leads me to the next agenda of yelping about excitedly, i'm going to langkawi!!yaaaay. with my classmates!yaaaay. i can already picture us there.

and of course i worry whether we'll lose touch and never see each other again after this, but i know for now, i can hold off thinking about it. langkawi first. worry and trepidation later.

flight of the conchords

you can tell by the increasing frequency of my posts that the reluctance to study is growing. lepas habis exam nanti, it'll be a post a day. then every hour. then in the end i'll be posting evey 10 minutes. every time you refresh the page something new will be there.

tell me, kawan-kawanku, are you hungry? you are? splendid. listen to me very carefully. go down to the kitchen and get out your bread. wait, read this all the way down then go get out the bread. take out your chocolate spread or nutella, or if you are unfortunate enough not to have any, take a medium sized bar of cadbury's milk chocolate and melt it over the stove for about 10 minutes.

i'm kidding about melting the chocolate. don't melt it! go out and get chocolate spread.

got it? ok. spread two slices of bread with the chocolate. go on, lather it on, put as much you like. done?baik. then, go to the place where you keep all your fruits and select a wonderful, bruiseless, fantastically yellow banana, and peel it. then, proceed to cut slices of banana and place it on the bread on top of the chocolate. put the two slices together, and voila. chocolate-spread-and-banana sandwich. sedapnye tak tahan. i do believe it precedes over my former favourite peanut butter and banana sandwich.

you know, elvis liked peanut butter and banana sandwiches. random fact.

bananas must be the friendliest fruit of all. it goes great with chocolate spread, peanut butter, ice-cream, cereal. it makes the most kickass minum petang snack, goreng pisang. can make into cake. kuih kodok. can dry it and make into kerepek. what would we do without pisang?
oh,yes.

the green one? one day my brother was playing on the patio, when he screams, thinking he saw a lizard. rupanye he saw this bird, sitting on the patio macam rumah die. wasn't flapping about, didn't try to fly away, it just sat there. long story short,(the story includes us keeping it in cleo's old cage from which it escaped but then our next door neighbour's maid saw it and caught it and handed him over to us), we now have birds. the other one, the pretty blue one, my parents bought from the store, because "he needs a mate!".

for now, unofficially, their names are diego and jolie. diego because mom said the green bird is so blur like diego the sheriff from the zorro series. jolie, not as in angelina, but as in french for pretty. for the record, i wanted to name the green one pedro.

i know, so mat salleh kan?why cannot just name abu and aminah. sigh, western influences win when it comes to naming pets. but if we get another cat i'll call it si tompok.

and, just for fun, a pic of my ever obliging favourite male model:


LCD soundsystem, 'someone great'.


oh!oh!ok. i HAVE to spread the word and love for Flight of the Conchords. they're my latest obsession. Kakak, tgk ni!semue orang tgk!


i adore them to the extent i am willing to overstuff this post with two videos. they are WORTH it.

ok. takpe.

my dad brought home a box of fancy chocolates yesterday, so after tea, me and my brother were jostling over who got to open it and get first pick. i teased my brother, telling him to take the mango truffle choclate coated one, and we were jestering as we usually do, when he suddenly said to me, 'eff you,man.'

he didn't say fuck, he just said eff, and he didn't mean it properly, and immediately after he said sorry, but there you have it. and what's worse, he said it in front of mom, who got royally mad. as much as my sister and i (or i guess me mostly) curse, we restrain from saying it in front of my brother, and we don't curse at people, much less to each other.

swearing. what's in a swear word?my behaviour towards swear words became heck of a lot more liberal once school finished. if before, the worst word i'd dare to blog was darn, now you'd occasionally come across a fuck here and there. i say it when i'm mad, and i try not to say it in front of people, but i slip up sometimes.

to be honest, i don't feel discomforted by it. i'm fine. is that bad? of course, i don't understand why some people go about saying it in every sentence they make, but it's not as if i feel a rush of displeasure or annoyance when i hear it. it's just a word. i don't think that just because i succumb to saying fuck it means that i or anyone else who says it is any less of a person. but i know some people do.

my mom scolded my brother, saying 'what value do you get out of saying it?'. and she's right. there IS no value. none more than the third finger has over the other fingers.

and another thing is, my brother said he learnt to say that in school. which makes perfect sense, because i learnt all the swear words i know in school too. for God's sake, it was my classmates, my girl classmates, mind you, who taught me pukimak, bhuto, pantat. and i said them as well, not because i liked the words or honestly understood it's usage, i just said them because my friends said them so casually, so i figured i had to too. peer pressure yo, pure and simple. and that's what my brother's going through. we know it's wrong, but our friends do it, so it's ok.

how do i do this? how do i protect my brother from everything bad that i know, without a doubt, he'll come across in school? there's no escaping it you know. hantarlah gi mane pon, be it an asrama, daily school, private school, it won't make a difference. there will always be the bad influence.

but ok, enough serious pondering. i have to go mandi. oh, and watch this! i love this. german weatherwoman tak tahan gelak after seeing her colleague come on screen instead of the weather map at first. infectious!

how many bimbos does it take to deal with a cockroach?

I am a vain cow. and you'll see why in a few minutes.

But first up, how many bimbos DOES it take to deal with a cockroach? just in case you want any proof that i'm a spineless girl, here goes.

Couple nights ago, i was getting ready for bed, and i was brushing my teeth, when i looked into the bathtub, and saw a cockroach. gah. i don't like cockroaches, and i haven't seen one in this close of a proximity for quite a while. so i started looking for rid-sect, but apparently or house is so bug-free sampaikan takde ridsect di mana2. everyone was asleep so i couldn't ask the parents where it was. what was i to do? i thought maybe i should just leave it, maybe it would be gone in the morning. but of course that seemed like a bad idea because what if it crawled out of the bathroom and onto my bed in the middle of the night? and i didn't want to actually bash it with something, that seemed a bit crude, and besides, it would most likely be unsuccessful, as it would run in a different direction everytime i tried to bash it. so what did i do?

i decided to drown it. poor bugger. poor bug.

i took the hose and sprayed directly on it. i was merciless, i tell you. i followed it with the hose wherever it tried to run, so there was no escape. and all the while i was screaming(albeit in my head) 'well i'm SORRY but who asked you to be here in the first place?!!'.

and in the end, after a good 5 minutes of hosing, i let up, and the cockroach was flat on his back, twitching. After a while, it stopped twitching, and i pronounced it dead. but i didn't want to pick it up and throw it away, because i was too chicken, so i figured 'ok, i'll leave it be, and throw it away tomorrow morning. confem mati by then'.

so i went to sleep, woke up the next morning, went to the bathroom, and it was BLOODY GONE!

i must say, that pretty much got me on the hop. it was a cockroach resurrected. what if it went back to its family and notified the colony and they'd all come back to the bathroom? then, on closer inspection, the bug was still in the tub, and it was alive and kicking. ape ni? who gave it CPR?

but then again, i guess cockroaches can't drown. they don't have lungs, do they? hmm. do they?

WARNING:THIS MAY BE A LONG, POINTLESS POST.

I did my econs paper just now, and have mixed feelings about it, but whatever. this is not the time or place to analyse exams. only one more paper left, wheeee!

oh,yes. i am a vain cow. you know why?

no sound!or very little of it.

I was determined not to study today. so i dug out the webcam my dad used to use. and uh..ta-da. just wanted to test it. you can't hear what i'm saying, because the mike for some reason can't pick up sound very well. but i think it's better that way, since now you can intepret whatever i'm saying to be anything you want. for the smart people, i'm talking about the state of the nation, the UMNO assembly, corporate governance, stuff like that. for fellow bimbos, i'm talking about clive owen's hotness and how i MUST get that prada clutch lepas habis exam. for my friends, i'm just saying hi :) a really long hi. and mumbling some rude stuff about the econs exam.

speaking of which, i am not equipped with the knowledge to comment on the the Bersih rally, but:

1.i wish i had been there to see it.

2.i thought a lot of the comments given by politicians in response to the rally were pretty idiotic.

3.yup, the paper's pretty biased.(its taken me long enough to notice)

4. some of the parliament debates related to it were absurd.

and i'm glad a lot of the blogs i read, mostly comprising of blogs whose authors are around my age, blogged and spread the word about it. we're not an ignorant generation.

ok, some mainstream madness. the other day, i was talking to jaja and shao an diyana about Rihanna's new video, have you seen it?the one that features Neyo. first 5 times i saw the video on mtv, i couldn't actually pay attention to the song because i was fuming over the fact that she was in her underwear for three quarters of the video. it confirmed my nagging suspicion that Rihanna is stupid, because she thinks the only way to obtain a solid fan base is by being slutty.

Also, have you heard the solo effort by Nicole Scherzinger? i heard her first 2 singles, and it confirmed my nagging suspicion that there should have never been PCD. she should have taken THAT album as her own, while the rest of the girls became her backup dancers.

Oh!i watched the movie version of The Mistress of Spices. it's one of my favourite books, and i didn't know what to expect with the adaptation. hmm. it was ok at first, but then it just went all wrong. WRONG! i won't bore you with my rantings on what was wrong, but get this. you know tilo's counterpart, Raven? well, first of all, they got Dylan Mcdermott to play the role. good-looking, but tak bolehlah. didn't do the role justice. and you know what? instead of Raven, in the movie they named him doug. doug? aiyaaaa. why la DOUG? i kept thinking of this doug:

ok. enough merapu for the day. i'm going to claim vengeance on the tv tonight.

E.T. menelefon rumah

Saya tahu saya sepatutnya sedang meneliti pelajaran sebagai persediaan untuk double terror yang bakal dihadapi pada minggu hadapan, iaitu peperiksaan Perakaunan kertas 3 and peperiksaan Ekonomi(prinsip ekonomi?) kertas 4. Walaupun kertas Perakaunan hanyalah terdiri daripada soalan aneka pilihan, tetapi memandangkan saya telah megebom(membomkan?meletupkan?) kertas 4, saya perlu mendapat markah penuh untuk kertas 3. Prinsip ekonomi tidak perlulah diperkatakan, memang horror teramat sangat.

Ketika saya megulangkaji pelajaran, saya sering terfikir tentang segala aktiviti yang bakal dilakukan selepas tamat peperiksaan. Saya akan pergi bercuti bersama rakan-rakan kesayangan saya! Selain itu, saya akan menonton televisyen sepuas-puasnya, kerana ketika ini, tatkala adik saya seronok menonton rancangan-rancangan menarik sambil menjamu selera dengan sandwis (sandwich) dan teh, saya terpaksa berhadapan dengan nota Ekonomi saya yang tunggang-terbalik dan berselerak di merata tempat. Saya telah berjaya menjadikan ruang tamu dan ruang makan rumah saya berkeadaan seperti warzone yang dipenuhi kertas-kertas, alatan menulis, beg, bantal dan cawan-cawan kosong. Di samping itu, saya juga akan pergi membeli-belah. Malah, saya telah menyediakan senarai barang-barang yang hendak dibeli:

• Sepasang kasut baru
• Buku-buku cerita, terutamanya sebuah buku nukilan Agatha Christie yang bertajuk The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (Pembunuhan Roger Ackroyd)
• Majalah musik
• cakera padat(saya tidak pasti artis yang mahu say beli cakera padatnya, tetapi saya bakal memilihnya nanti)
• pengikat rambut(scrunchie?)
• Kemeja-T yang mempunyai logo Batman(Jejaka kelawar)

Walaupun saya tidak pasti jikalau saya mempunyai wang yang mencukupi untuk membeli semua barang yang dinyatakan di atas, saya tetap berazam untuk memiliki kesemuanya. Saya boleh!Malaysia Boleh! Angkasawan! Sheikh Muszaphar!

Selamat Hari Deepavali! Saya berpendapat Cambridge A-level Examination Board (Lembaga Peperiksaan Tahap A Cambridge) sangat tidak berperikemanusiaan kerana telah mengadakan peperiksaan Statistik dan juga Fizik bagi pelajar-pelajar aliran sains pada hari ini walaupun terdapat segelintir daripada calon-calon peperiksaan yang menyambut Deepavali. Mari kita cuba memaksa mereka untuk bekerja ketika Hari Natal(Krismas?) supaya mereka merasa keperitan yang dihadapi oleh pelajar-pelajar beragama Hindu pada hari ini.

Maafkan saya jikalau percubaan saya untuk memblog dalam bahasa ibunda telah memalukan kaum melayu secara keseluruhan. Saya sedar, penggunaan bahasa malaysia saya telah menjadi agak kucar-kacir. saya berpendapat jikalau saya mengambil semula peperiksaan SPM saya, saya tidak mampu mendapat keputusan yang serupa ketika Tingkatan 5. saya bakal menjadi seperti kakak saya yang cakap bahasa melayu seperti orang putih. Tetapi, mungkin juga tidak. Kakak saya berupaya untuk converse dalah Bahasa melayu secara formal, manakala agak kekok untuk bertutur dalam bahasa melayu pasar(pasa?pasah?) Saya pula agak hebat menyampaikan mesej dan pendapat dalam bahasa melayu pasar(pasa?pasah?), tetapi penggunaan Bahasa Melayu secara formal perlu diperbaiki.

Teruskan dengan ulangkaji! Tetapi saya mempunyai perasaan(feeling?) saya akan lena sebentar lagi.

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life

Ya know.

i was looking for an empty notebook just now, when i came across my high school yearbook. flicked through it, and then proceeded to sit down properly and go through the pages.

it's funny. it's only been what, 2 years since we finished? and yet i've already forgotten. i studied my class picture, and i had completely forgotten i was in the same class as some people. if you were to ask me now, about some of my former classmates, i would have gone, 'ah?was she/he my classmate ke? oh, a'ah!!lupe'.

where exactly am i going here. ok. i was flicking through some friendster profiles the other day, and in several of them, in the 'who i want to meet' section, there'd be 'ex-semashur0105'. and i raised my eyebrow then, thinking 'well, i wouldn't put that in my profile'. and then i stopped for a second to think, why WOULDN'T i?

because half the people in semashur, no, make that three quarters, have become strangers to me. and the fact that i've forgotten who half my classmates even were reinforces that! why ah? i just wonder WHY. because i find it spectacularly, awfully sad to think that i spent 5 years in a place, and yet here i am already letting go of most of the memories. i found friends, yes, awesome ones, but once we finished high school, for most of them, we stopped having common ground and we just. don't. clique. anymore.

is it my fault? i honestly wonder(i know i've filled up my quota of asking pathetic, self-pitying sounding questions, but yeah). the last batch gathering i went to, i felt insanely uncomfortable, thinking 'maybe this was a bad idea'. i know it sounds horrible, but i feel seperate, like i'm not part of them. maybe i never was actually, but now it actually starting to believe that. and i don't mean this in a degrading, i-am-superior-and-therefore-cannot-get-along way. we're just different.

or this could all be extremely stupid over-analysis of everything and i'm just kidding myself. yeah, that's more likely.

we were going to call the school magazine something, a latin name. but i can't remember what it was. hmm.