shall we go for the direct and mundane today?
picture this. i am riding a tram, in the middle of the city. It has been raining all morning, the ground is wet, the umbrella has been mobilized into action, and I'm somewhat miffed because the rain has hampered my visit to the market in Camberwell, which was, unfortunately, open air.
But no matter. I sit in the tram and stare out at the shops and restaurants and people walking about. I'm smack in the middle of the city, on Elizabeth Street, and as i stare out the window, i'm suddenly temporarily awed by the things i see and for a moment i think i love this city. I love it for the little lanes chock full of cafes and music stores with all the cds i could never find back home, and for its coffee culture and fashionable inhabitants, for being on the gig circuit, for having-
but wait a second, i interrupt my train of reasons why i love melbourne. for one thing, these same reasons could probably be applied to any other significant western city. therefore, i reason, i do not love melbourne for itself, i just assume i do because it happens to be the first city where i am able to experience these things. and, not to be nit-picky or anything, i haven't even been to a concert here yet.
ah. ye tak ye. well, aside from the concert thing(must find concert-partner), i love-well, maybe not love. not yet. i'm fond of melbourne for that very reason. that it's the first city that i can actually explore, if i take the initiative. that it's within walking distance of our apartment, that i feel familiar with a portion of Swanston street more than any street in downtown KL. i've never actually explored KL. never been to a gig there. never checked out the flea markets. never searched out the best kopitiam or nasi kandar stall(though i do believe the one at sungei wang's foodcourt kicks ass). I don't think i've actually been to Tugu Negara. i should.
what i'm saying is, it's funny that the first city i happen to be able to properly try and embrace turned out to be a foreign one. oh, don't get me wrong. i'm not saying melbourne is better and more interesting than KL. i'm sure KL is awesome once you get to experience it and see all the nooks and crannies. it's just that i haven't, and here i am a few thousand kilometers away exploring(oklah, not even exploring, just grazing the surfaces) of a different city.
p/s: i had ice cream yesterday with Anna and Mai, who are going to Tasmania today! lucky girls. hope you guys have fun.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Alone again, naturally
with some people, you want to go "reciprocate damnit. don't leave me hanging here".
but you can't just telepathically send a message like that, can you? expecting someone to get it and to act upon it appropriately. it just doesn't work that way.
and the lamest part is when you try to convince yourself that you'll get over them and move on, only to find that you haven't done any of that and that you're still clinging on, when in fact that person has long since let go. or worse, was never actually holding on in the first place.
and so you laugh and you chuckle(because you have long since figured out that anger or sadness is wasted on such things), and you work out the funny side.
the best thing about such situations is that they motivate you to blog because they're not the kind of thing you can actually tell a friend without feeling astoundingly foolish.
the other day i walked about the city with Azrieal, and i had a bagel that has managed to etch itself in my memory as a very, very, very yummy bagel. a perfectly toasted sesame-seed bagel spread with cream cheese, topped with salmon, avocado, and some sort of veggie(rocket?).
i should put up a picture. lame dah tak letak gambar.
that's azrieal. Red sweater, a hat that reminds me of Pete Doherty, camera slung around the neck, eating fries. I must give props to him for a) going on the excursion with me in the first place and b) being fully capable of leading the way. all i had to do was walk whichever way he directed, which is relief, because my sense of navigation sucks. as a result, if i ever want to go back to that shop that served the yummy bagel on my own i'd probably get lost, but no matter. i had fun.
last saturday jia yee and i attempted to go jogging. for some reason prior to the attempt, i had somehow conjured visions of myself jogging blissfully at this nice park near our appartment, with the cool chill of autumn(winter?) and songs from my ipod as my pleasant companions.
i snort.
two minutes into jogging, i remembered one vital fact that had somehow managed to escape my delightful jogging daydreams, namely, the fact that i hate jogging.
i suppose it has to do with my own lack of stamina, but yergh, i hate jogging. reminds me of those merentas desa we used to have to do back in school every year. i shudder. i'd be one of those unfortunate students yang tak sempat a few hundred meters dah pancit. hmm. pancit. what an appropriate description.
Alone Again, Naturally by Gilbert O'Sullivan has got to be one of the saddest songs. tune-wise it may not sound like it, but combined with the lyrics it's just heartfelt sadness all the way.
In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top, will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that’s tough
She's stood him up"
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally.
Sleep beckons, and so i bid farewell.
but you can't just telepathically send a message like that, can you? expecting someone to get it and to act upon it appropriately. it just doesn't work that way.
and the lamest part is when you try to convince yourself that you'll get over them and move on, only to find that you haven't done any of that and that you're still clinging on, when in fact that person has long since let go. or worse, was never actually holding on in the first place.
and so you laugh and you chuckle(because you have long since figured out that anger or sadness is wasted on such things), and you work out the funny side.
the best thing about such situations is that they motivate you to blog because they're not the kind of thing you can actually tell a friend without feeling astoundingly foolish.
the other day i walked about the city with Azrieal, and i had a bagel that has managed to etch itself in my memory as a very, very, very yummy bagel. a perfectly toasted sesame-seed bagel spread with cream cheese, topped with salmon, avocado, and some sort of veggie(rocket?).
i should put up a picture. lame dah tak letak gambar.
that's azrieal. Red sweater, a hat that reminds me of Pete Doherty, camera slung around the neck, eating fries. I must give props to him for a) going on the excursion with me in the first place and b) being fully capable of leading the way. all i had to do was walk whichever way he directed, which is relief, because my sense of navigation sucks. as a result, if i ever want to go back to that shop that served the yummy bagel on my own i'd probably get lost, but no matter. i had fun.last saturday jia yee and i attempted to go jogging. for some reason prior to the attempt, i had somehow conjured visions of myself jogging blissfully at this nice park near our appartment, with the cool chill of autumn(winter?) and songs from my ipod as my pleasant companions.
i snort.
two minutes into jogging, i remembered one vital fact that had somehow managed to escape my delightful jogging daydreams, namely, the fact that i hate jogging.
i suppose it has to do with my own lack of stamina, but yergh, i hate jogging. reminds me of those merentas desa we used to have to do back in school every year. i shudder. i'd be one of those unfortunate students yang tak sempat a few hundred meters dah pancit. hmm. pancit. what an appropriate description.
Alone Again, Naturally by Gilbert O'Sullivan has got to be one of the saddest songs. tune-wise it may not sound like it, but combined with the lyrics it's just heartfelt sadness all the way.
In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top, will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that’s tough
She's stood him up"
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally.
Sleep beckons, and so i bid farewell.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
technicolour
Why, hello there.
I've got Adele, Badly Drawn Boy and Kings of Leon playing on my playlist, i've (metaphorically) cracked my knuckles and loosen my neck muscles, and i'm now typing this with the determination to finish it to the end and actually click that lovely orange 'publish post' button at the bottom of the page.
It's funny. blogging is, so to speak, the one and only activity i actually feel comfortable doing (well, besides the obvious sleeping and eating and listening to music), something that comes as a natural extension of myself(hello. melodramatic a bit) and yet for the past week whenever it came to sitting down and writing a post, i'd spend half an hour staring at the blank white box before eventually conceding to the fact that i had no clue what to write.
the urge to blog is there, but to actually get around to blogging about some subject matter is the problem.
We all know that when we blog, we take into consideration our readers' perspective, yes? that is, we blog somewhat indirectly based on what we think the person reading might think of it. i know, i know, that may not be the case for everyone(i can see all the indignant people out there puffing out there chests and proclaiming that they blog to discover themselves/to keep in touch with friends/ to just jot down thoughts and don't give a damn about other people's perceptions,etc,etc), but let's just assume that the majority of people do, yes? i'm not saying that we'd blog for the sole purpose of pleasing readers, i acknowledge that we blog because we are motivated to express our own thoughts and such. but when we do blog, we adjust our posts in a way that would suit readers, si? if not why would we attempt to make a post funny, or ask feedback from those reading, or put up songs and videos? if not, why bother blogging at all? why not just do word documents?
right. well. My problem is, i've taken this whole other-people's-perceptions-taken-into-consideration thingie to a whole new level.
for one thing, i can barely get through 3 sentences without worrying whether i'm coming off as some self-indulgent prick. i am often plagued by this idea that i should at least blog about something not so bimbotic(no such word as bimbotic apparently, i checked dictionary.com) every once in a while. and when i do work some steam over an opinion i then wonder if i know anyone who practices or condones the very thing i'm ranting against and whether i would offend them. and then, when i've finished a paragraphe like this very one i'm writing, a paragraph that outlines all my shortcomings, i am worried it'll sound like i'm fishing for sympathy and a nice person to coo that i'm worrying too much and that i should blog whatever i feel like.
it's like this daydream i had when i was younger. i had this vision of an elf(or was it myself, i can't remember) looking into this trapdoor, and in the trapdoor there was another elf looking into another trapdoor and another elf looking into yet another trapdoor within and so on. it was endless.
same thing here. once you start wondering about the thoughts of your readers(or imaginary readers), it doesn't stop. there will always be something within a something within a something that you think about that hinders blogging progress.
oh, ayang. you are one lame over-analyst.
Ryuichi Sakamoto kicks ass, by the way.
i'll blog properly someday soon.
okay. good night.
I've got Adele, Badly Drawn Boy and Kings of Leon playing on my playlist, i've (metaphorically) cracked my knuckles and loosen my neck muscles, and i'm now typing this with the determination to finish it to the end and actually click that lovely orange 'publish post' button at the bottom of the page.
It's funny. blogging is, so to speak, the one and only activity i actually feel comfortable doing (well, besides the obvious sleeping and eating and listening to music), something that comes as a natural extension of myself(hello. melodramatic a bit) and yet for the past week whenever it came to sitting down and writing a post, i'd spend half an hour staring at the blank white box before eventually conceding to the fact that i had no clue what to write.
the urge to blog is there, but to actually get around to blogging about some subject matter is the problem.
We all know that when we blog, we take into consideration our readers' perspective, yes? that is, we blog somewhat indirectly based on what we think the person reading might think of it. i know, i know, that may not be the case for everyone(i can see all the indignant people out there puffing out there chests and proclaiming that they blog to discover themselves/to keep in touch with friends/ to just jot down thoughts and don't give a damn about other people's perceptions,etc,etc), but let's just assume that the majority of people do, yes? i'm not saying that we'd blog for the sole purpose of pleasing readers, i acknowledge that we blog because we are motivated to express our own thoughts and such. but when we do blog, we adjust our posts in a way that would suit readers, si? if not why would we attempt to make a post funny, or ask feedback from those reading, or put up songs and videos? if not, why bother blogging at all? why not just do word documents?
right. well. My problem is, i've taken this whole other-people's-perceptions-taken-into-consideration thingie to a whole new level.
for one thing, i can barely get through 3 sentences without worrying whether i'm coming off as some self-indulgent prick. i am often plagued by this idea that i should at least blog about something not so bimbotic(no such word as bimbotic apparently, i checked dictionary.com) every once in a while. and when i do work some steam over an opinion i then wonder if i know anyone who practices or condones the very thing i'm ranting against and whether i would offend them. and then, when i've finished a paragraphe like this very one i'm writing, a paragraph that outlines all my shortcomings, i am worried it'll sound like i'm fishing for sympathy and a nice person to coo that i'm worrying too much and that i should blog whatever i feel like.
it's like this daydream i had when i was younger. i had this vision of an elf(or was it myself, i can't remember) looking into this trapdoor, and in the trapdoor there was another elf looking into another trapdoor and another elf looking into yet another trapdoor within and so on. it was endless.
same thing here. once you start wondering about the thoughts of your readers(or imaginary readers), it doesn't stop. there will always be something within a something within a something that you think about that hinders blogging progress.
oh, ayang. you are one lame over-analyst.
Ryuichi Sakamoto kicks ass, by the way.
i'll blog properly someday soon.
okay. good night.
Friday, June 13, 2008
sensibility
Afnan's tag, yo.
1. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Sure, why not. then i can break into song a la Kylie Minogue ("baybee when i saw you,for the first time i knew-we were meant to be in lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ve"), with funny looking back-up dancers in the background.
2. Have you ever felt stupid? Why?
Why, what an excellent question. Yes, i've felt stupid too many times, in fact. i have exceeded the quota for number of times one should feel stupid. why? for a varying range of reasons, some quite obvious, others more obscure. who would have thought that a 2 dollar australian coin could make me feel stupid?
3. Where is the place that you want to go the most?
Oh give me a hooooome, where the buffaloes roaaaam, where the deers and the antelopes plaaaaaaay....where seldom is heaaaaard, a discouraging woooord, and the skies are not cloudy all daaaaaay.
4. If you can have one dream come true, what would it be?
I'd want the pelampung dream to come true, that'd be good(i blogged a bit about a certain pelampung dream some time ago. if you can't remember and can't be bothered to look it up, good on you. it's not worth looking up, seriously. and i'd want the dream that made me snort hari tu to come true too.
5.Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?
It'd be so much more fun to answer this question in a literal sense, rather than the silver-lining metaphorical sense. Yes, i believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain. In fact there was this one time me and my sister saw two rainbows at once after it rained, which was fantastic, save for the fact we were stuck in a traffic jam at that time surrounded by depressed drivers.
6. Do you like being who you are today?
Aisy. i'm tired of these questions. can i answer them with things i did today? my exams are finished, yo.
7. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
I borrowed dvds and went on a mini-shopping stint avec ma camarade de chambre, Jia Yee. My last paper was for french tadi. did you know that in french, potatoes are called pommes de terre, which litterally translates to 'apples of the ground'? it got me thinking, why are potatoes named after apples, why not the other way around? then i realized that wah, the french are very pandai. it's so much prettier to say 'apples of the ground' rather than 'potatoes of the tree', no?
8. If you meet someone you love, would you confess to him/her?
Bring on the movies! the food! the chick lit! God, chick lit would be good now. oh oh! Bring on the Kings of Leon Aha Shake Heartbreak album, yeaaaaa!
9. who are the top 5 people in world you would like to meet?
ho-ho, i dug this up from one of the drafts back in march, when uni first started.
"And to be honest, I think I’m still suffering from culture shock, in a sense. For one thing, suddenly there’s mat salleh everywhere. And, for some reason that may seem stupid and bizarrely wacko, I am intimidated by them. And I detest the fact I am intimidated by them because that seems to insinuate that I subconsciously consider them superior to asians. And that’s just fucking dumb, because they’re not. We’re equal, maybe in different ways, but we are. Aren’t we? And there’s that paranoia of racism. Not open, I-hate-you-because-you’re-asian-and therefore-not-pure sort of racism, I mean, the subtle, sub-conscious kind. Like serving caucasian patrons better in a restaurant. Or behaving more warmly towards mat salleh as compared to non mat salleh.
Chop, recap here. It’s only a paranoia. I’m not saying it’s actually happened. ok?
I feel irrepressibly dorky next to those confident aussie people. I’m the awkward asian dweeb. A.A.D.".
i wonder if my perceptions have changed.
10. What are the requirements you wish from your other half?
Who are you people and why are you so happening?
I swear, if anything fuels the fires of ‘the grass is greener…’, it would be facebook. with facebook, you feel like life is one big party where everyone already knows each other, but for some reason you’ve missed out on an invitation.
Damn these online networking utilities.
11. Which type of car do you love the most?
This obligation to please people, it gets tiresome every once in a while. please your uncles and aunties, please your cousins, please the salespeople, please the people on the street handing out brochures, please your tutor, please yourself.
12. Please put one quote below.
'I'm not a vegetarian because i love animals, i'm a vegetarian because i hate vegetables'. i read that quote in the papers or a magazine and i can't remember who said it, but i thought it was amusing.
13. If you have faults, would you rather people point them out to you, or would you rather they keep quiet?
i'm sorry afnan, i'll make it up to you with a better tag response next time, betul!
14. What is the most important thing in your life?
I'm going to have croissants for breakfast tomorrow.
15. Are you a shopaholic or not?
Azrieal and I endured a sales promo talk at the supermarket just now, all in the name of obtaining a free paring knife.
16.What kind of electronic device/gadget that you own do you like the most?
Apparently the uni had electric devices that detect mobile phones installed in the toilets at the exam building. just in case we were thinking of going to the toilet in the midst of an exam to call up people and ask for answers.("Hi shao, it's me. how do you calculate the purchases when doing budgeting?you don't know? you're not sure? go look it up in the notes in my accounting file. CEPAT! i only got a couple minutes before one of the facilitators start looking for me).
17. If you had the chance, which part of your character would you like to change?
Pancakes and ice cream sound good at the moment.
18. Are you a family woman?
The guy handing out pamphlets just now called me "ma'am". My external reaction as he held the pamphlet to me was "no, thank you". my internal reaction was "hoi ingat aku tua ke ape, ape ma'am-ma'am!".
19. If given the chance, would you want to see your future?
The flashes from the trams as they pass by our apartment remind me of Back to the Future.
20. Will you get married?
We'll see.
1. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Sure, why not. then i can break into song a la Kylie Minogue ("baybee when i saw you,for the first time i knew-we were meant to be in lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ve"), with funny looking back-up dancers in the background.
2. Have you ever felt stupid? Why?
Why, what an excellent question. Yes, i've felt stupid too many times, in fact. i have exceeded the quota for number of times one should feel stupid. why? for a varying range of reasons, some quite obvious, others more obscure. who would have thought that a 2 dollar australian coin could make me feel stupid?
3. Where is the place that you want to go the most?
Oh give me a hooooome, where the buffaloes roaaaam, where the deers and the antelopes plaaaaaaay....where seldom is heaaaaard, a discouraging woooord, and the skies are not cloudy all daaaaaay.
4. If you can have one dream come true, what would it be?
I'd want the pelampung dream to come true, that'd be good(i blogged a bit about a certain pelampung dream some time ago. if you can't remember and can't be bothered to look it up, good on you. it's not worth looking up, seriously. and i'd want the dream that made me snort hari tu to come true too.
5.Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?
It'd be so much more fun to answer this question in a literal sense, rather than the silver-lining metaphorical sense. Yes, i believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain. In fact there was this one time me and my sister saw two rainbows at once after it rained, which was fantastic, save for the fact we were stuck in a traffic jam at that time surrounded by depressed drivers.
6. Do you like being who you are today?
Aisy. i'm tired of these questions. can i answer them with things i did today? my exams are finished, yo.
7. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
I borrowed dvds and went on a mini-shopping stint avec ma camarade de chambre, Jia Yee. My last paper was for french tadi. did you know that in french, potatoes are called pommes de terre, which litterally translates to 'apples of the ground'? it got me thinking, why are potatoes named after apples, why not the other way around? then i realized that wah, the french are very pandai. it's so much prettier to say 'apples of the ground' rather than 'potatoes of the tree', no?
8. If you meet someone you love, would you confess to him/her?
Bring on the movies! the food! the chick lit! God, chick lit would be good now. oh oh! Bring on the Kings of Leon Aha Shake Heartbreak album, yeaaaaa!
9. who are the top 5 people in world you would like to meet?
ho-ho, i dug this up from one of the drafts back in march, when uni first started.
"And to be honest, I think I’m still suffering from culture shock, in a sense. For one thing, suddenly there’s mat salleh everywhere. And, for some reason that may seem stupid and bizarrely wacko, I am intimidated by them. And I detest the fact I am intimidated by them because that seems to insinuate that I subconsciously consider them superior to asians. And that’s just fucking dumb, because they’re not. We’re equal, maybe in different ways, but we are. Aren’t we? And there’s that paranoia of racism. Not open, I-hate-you-because-you’re-asian-and therefore-not-pure sort of racism, I mean, the subtle, sub-conscious kind. Like serving caucasian patrons better in a restaurant. Or behaving more warmly towards mat salleh as compared to non mat salleh.
Chop, recap here. It’s only a paranoia. I’m not saying it’s actually happened. ok?
I feel irrepressibly dorky next to those confident aussie people. I’m the awkward asian dweeb. A.A.D.".
i wonder if my perceptions have changed.
10. What are the requirements you wish from your other half?
Who are you people and why are you so happening?
I swear, if anything fuels the fires of ‘the grass is greener…’, it would be facebook. with facebook, you feel like life is one big party where everyone already knows each other, but for some reason you’ve missed out on an invitation.
Damn these online networking utilities.
11. Which type of car do you love the most?
This obligation to please people, it gets tiresome every once in a while. please your uncles and aunties, please your cousins, please the salespeople, please the people on the street handing out brochures, please your tutor, please yourself.
12. Please put one quote below.
'I'm not a vegetarian because i love animals, i'm a vegetarian because i hate vegetables'. i read that quote in the papers or a magazine and i can't remember who said it, but i thought it was amusing.
13. If you have faults, would you rather people point them out to you, or would you rather they keep quiet?
i'm sorry afnan, i'll make it up to you with a better tag response next time, betul!
14. What is the most important thing in your life?
I'm going to have croissants for breakfast tomorrow.
15. Are you a shopaholic or not?
Azrieal and I endured a sales promo talk at the supermarket just now, all in the name of obtaining a free paring knife.
16.What kind of electronic device/gadget that you own do you like the most?
Apparently the uni had electric devices that detect mobile phones installed in the toilets at the exam building. just in case we were thinking of going to the toilet in the midst of an exam to call up people and ask for answers.("Hi shao, it's me. how do you calculate the purchases when doing budgeting?you don't know? you're not sure? go look it up in the notes in my accounting file. CEPAT! i only got a couple minutes before one of the facilitators start looking for me).
17. If you had the chance, which part of your character would you like to change?
Pancakes and ice cream sound good at the moment.
18. Are you a family woman?
The guy handing out pamphlets just now called me "ma'am". My external reaction as he held the pamphlet to me was "no, thank you". my internal reaction was "hoi ingat aku tua ke ape, ape ma'am-ma'am!".
19. If given the chance, would you want to see your future?
The flashes from the trams as they pass by our apartment remind me of Back to the Future.
20. Will you get married?
We'll see.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Selfish Jean
Go hafal the lyrics. It's a FABULOUS song to sing and be sad and happy to.
Anna's tag,whoo!
The Rules :
1.Each blogger must post these rules first.
2.Each blogger starts with seven random facts/habits about themselves.
3.Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
2.Each blogger starts with seven random facts/habits about themselves.
3.Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
7 facts about me:
1. I get wild urges to break into a dance when i'm listening to my ipod while walking to uni. Particularly when listening to some groovy instrumental(think Austin Power's theme song), or during specific parts of good songs, like that interval in No Cars Go by Arcade Fire when the accordian and violin(do i have the right instruments?i'm not sure) comes in.2. A couple days ago i was dreaming of something(involving some old classmates from high school), and it was so funny i snorted. Which was good, the snort made me wake up in time for subuh.
3. My head isn't symmetrical(but then again, is everyone else's?i'm not sure).The left side is flatter.
4. I pretend that the people in a waiting tram are watching me when i'm walking alone on the sidewalk(it's the exhibitionist in me raring its ugly head).
5. I'm trying to remind myself that knowledge was not meant to be memorised, vomited out during exams, and then forgotten. I'm learning all this to be a kickass accountant, not just to get good grades.
6. I don't see the point of having the autograph of someone famous. other than the fact you might be able to sell it on ebay.
7. I've never worked before.
6. I don't see the point of having the autograph of someone famous. other than the fact you might be able to sell it on ebay.
7. I've never worked before.
7 things that scare me:
1. worms, flying cockroaches, non-flying cockroaches, butterflies(come on people, don't be fooled by their supposed prettiness. They're really flying caterpillars. yeesh).2. going to some event where everyone already knows everyone and i only know one person.
3. realizing i'm screwed when i open an exam paper, scan over the questions and see that i don't know how to answer them. alternatively, it scares me when i'm done answering the paper for the first time round, flip over to start from the beginning again only to find that i skipped so many questions because i didn't know how to answer them. SCARY.
4. i'm scared of accidentally dropping my keys into that gap between the elevator and the floor when i step out of the lift.
5. making people bored. Finding out a person prefers someone else's company rather than your own.
7. People who stand in the middle of the path, blocking your way and asking you to sign a petition/support a cause/donate/etc.
7 songs at the moment:
First four by Kings of Leon:
1.The RunnerFirst four by Kings of Leon:
2.Knocked Up
3. Trunk
4. Charmer
6. Selfish Jean, by Travis(whoo!click on the play button kat atas tu if you haven't yet,you stubborn,you).
7. Life in Technicolour, by Coldplay(thanks to Nani!)
sidenote:everyone go check out nani's music box on her blog. excellent selection!
7 things i always say:
1. Ye ke? (my multi-purpose, for-all-occasions response)2. Really?(my multi-purpose, for-all-occasions response. translated.)
Can't think of anything else.
Can't think of anything else.
7 people i tag:
Everyone i'd tag either:
a) has been tagged already, or
b)wouldn't do the tag anyway
so the buck stops here,yo. no wait. salah penggunaan expression i think.
eh jap!i know. i tag Juwa!yeah. rasmikan blog anda dgn tag! and i tag salwani(if she's reading). sal, tukar to blogspot la. and update selalu!so i can stalk youuuuuu,haha. and afnan!mari kite saling tag-mengetag.
have you guys been tagged already? kalau dah, abaikan.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
crazy awesome
Aiyaiyaiyaiyai.
the word above started off as aiya, then morphed into aiyaiyaiyaiyai. Prolong the lamentation.
I am attempting to do this question, and apparently the way i tried to answer before studying the topic and after i've supposedly studied it is not only wrong on both accounts, it's exactly the same. In fact, i just checked the answer scheme online, and i didn't even tackle the question correctly. i mean, my methods were wrong right from the beginning.
oy.
The fact that my roomate is the queen of hardcore-studying isn't helping either. Jia Yee is hard-working,yo. Hardworking GILE('gile' in caps for full effect). If Jia Yee is an ant in terms of kerajinan, i'm a sloth. If she's a bee in terms of perseverance and excellent work ethics, i'm a sloth. If she's the rajin-est person in uni, i'm still a sloth. A sloth wearing glasses and a selebet blue jumper.
***
Heh.heh.
Why am i heh-heh-ing, you may wonder?(or not wonder,whatever). I am heh-heh-ing because I got my Kings of Leon album(the Because of the Times one), even though i was supposed to wait after exam. Hooray. I am not cheating! This is not wrong! Rather than an incentive, it is now a morale-booster. yeah.
And what a moral-booster it is. I have officially inducted it into my favourite albums list. I know no one would care for an album review, but let me just give a quick mention about two songs.
The Runner-when listening to this, it reminds me of a country song and a lullaby at the same time. It's all soft, punctured by mini build-ups, and i love the background vocals(which is only a tiny bit, mind you), because it seems to give the song this sort of dreamy quality. Every time i listen to it, it gets better.
Trunk-This song starts soft as well, and the tone of the song sorta has this...i don't know, dangerous, dare i say even sexy quality to it, but then it flips over into this pretty, sweet interval, and once again, for me, the background vocals just give it this extra layer(ape bende aku cakap ni?i wish i could convey this properly),which i dig. who knew that a 'wooo' could make so much difference.
yay. I'm too sleepy to muster more enthusiasm, but i am happeeeeyh.
i will launch a fresh attack on the QM1 question tomorrow.
oh, wait a minute. we're supposed to be buddies now.lupe.
the word above started off as aiya, then morphed into aiyaiyaiyaiyai. Prolong the lamentation.
I am attempting to do this question, and apparently the way i tried to answer before studying the topic and after i've supposedly studied it is not only wrong on both accounts, it's exactly the same. In fact, i just checked the answer scheme online, and i didn't even tackle the question correctly. i mean, my methods were wrong right from the beginning.
oy.
The fact that my roomate is the queen of hardcore-studying isn't helping either. Jia Yee is hard-working,yo. Hardworking GILE('gile' in caps for full effect). If Jia Yee is an ant in terms of kerajinan, i'm a sloth. If she's a bee in terms of perseverance and excellent work ethics, i'm a sloth. If she's the rajin-est person in uni, i'm still a sloth. A sloth wearing glasses and a selebet blue jumper.
***
Heh.heh.
Why am i heh-heh-ing, you may wonder?(or not wonder,whatever). I am heh-heh-ing because I got my Kings of Leon album(the Because of the Times one), even though i was supposed to wait after exam. Hooray. I am not cheating! This is not wrong! Rather than an incentive, it is now a morale-booster. yeah.
And what a moral-booster it is. I have officially inducted it into my favourite albums list. I know no one would care for an album review, but let me just give a quick mention about two songs.
The Runner-when listening to this, it reminds me of a country song and a lullaby at the same time. It's all soft, punctured by mini build-ups, and i love the background vocals(which is only a tiny bit, mind you), because it seems to give the song this sort of dreamy quality. Every time i listen to it, it gets better.
Trunk-This song starts soft as well, and the tone of the song sorta has this...i don't know, dangerous, dare i say even sexy quality to it, but then it flips over into this pretty, sweet interval, and once again, for me, the background vocals just give it this extra layer(ape bende aku cakap ni?i wish i could convey this properly),which i dig. who knew that a 'wooo' could make so much difference.
yay. I'm too sleepy to muster more enthusiasm, but i am happeeeeyh.
i will launch a fresh attack on the QM1 question tomorrow.
oh, wait a minute. we're supposed to be buddies now.lupe.
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