If I Was A (Materialistic) Rich Girl...

..which I think I am. Materialistic, not Rich.

(so many words in my head, all jumbled up, taktau nak tulis ape dulu, I'll starve for sure if I'm a writer)

For several months now, one of the first websites I go to whenever I log onto the Internet, are Malaysian blogshops. I know there are tonnes out there, where most sell clothes, but I am not the fashionable kind. I don't layer, I don't do vintage, I don't do chic. Clothes are not my thing (although it should, 'cause I keep recycling my daily wears).

But SHOES are, and forever will always be. Me being obsessed with shoes and always on the look-out for cheappo ones (Louboutin? What's that?), I trawl the World Wide Web for sites that sell, what else, shoes.

Review sites such as Dirty Stiletto are very convenient for us girls. The sites well, review shoes for us! And not any pair either, only the gorgeous and the oh-so-pretty ones. And I can cry looking at them, because I won't be able to get my hands on them, 99.99% of the time because of, you guessed it, my financial status. Haha.

This particular pair from tenladytoes were reviewed by DS sometime back, and my heart beat practically sped up when I saw them!

These are lovingly handmade on a pre-order basis by two girls who are based in Malaysia and Singapore (it's stated in their 'Our Story' section). Soo gorgeous!

Most of the shoes there are flats and sneakers with cute, cartoon-y, colorful designs, but these pair appealed to me the most. And considering they are custom made, the price is very reasonable! Having a CIMB click account doesn't help either. Just a few clicks and say bye-bye to your moolah! :/

(now why do I sound like a reviewer myself? LOL)

I may not get to have them (the curse of having big-sized feet, and the bank account balance that's depleting at an alarming rate), but it won't stop me from ogling the shoes. They are just too beautiful. Too gorgeous. Too pretty.

(yeah, my vocabs are limited to 'beautiful', 'gorgeous' and 'pretty')

Another site, Mezzanine, offers shoes (from stilettos to ballet flats) that are usually inspired by high-end brands, some are not. But all are again, gorgeous.

Like this:


And this:


And this:


Shoessaholic! have some pretty ones too.

Like this:


And this:

*all images belong to the respective blog owners*

Hmm. Sangatlah suka okay. Kalau lah ade orang nak tolong belikan.. ;)

Despite all this, my first ever purchase was 3 whimsical wooden necklaces from Shopping Playground. Not for myself, but for Pik, Cito and Gen. Hehe.

Where do these fabulous people get their stuff??

I want to open my own blogshop later after I finish this episode of life in Kuantan. Sape nak join?

This Is L.O.V.E.

Martina Pink at Tangs Pavillion, Rm50.70 after 70% discount.
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I just heart Christmas sales!





Oh btw, this pair will add another 3, 4 inches to my height ;)

Babies Say The Darndest Things!

And, my personal favourite:

I Wander, But I'm Not Lost.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost,
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.


From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring,
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

"All That is Gold Does Not Glitter"
J.R.R. Tolkien

Favourite line: The last line
-"The crownless again shall be king".

But the line that appeals to me the most is
"Not all those who wander are lost".

I wander, but I'm not lost.

OME * !

Kuantan does not suck, afterall. Because of this:

I. AM. SOOO. THRILLED!

twilight loves! by impulsive5

* To those who don't read the series and/or have not an inkling of what the series is about,
'OME' = Oh My Edward, as opposed to the common 'OMG' (Oh My God).

Sekian.
Now where do I get a car to go into town?
People in Kuantan, buzz me now! :D

Waiting Impatiently For 1st December.

241108 by impulsive5

I Deserve My Happily-Ever-After Too.

I have definitely moved on from this. And this.

His messages (or lack thereof) no longer bothers me.
His constant complaining no longer irks me.
His mysterious absence for a long period of time no longer makes me restless.
His yummy replies and flattering words no longer makes me feel all giddy.
His oh-we-are-so-in-love-with-each-other photos with the girlfriend no longer makes me feel empty.
His permanent 'Away'/'Stepped Out' YM status no longer makes me go "Is he really NOT there?"

I know I know, I'm bordering on being a silent psycho stalker, but I am no longer heading towards that path people.

Instead, all I feel now is:
"D! I sangat penat hari ni! Classes dari pagi sampai petang!"<-- Oh yeah? Okay.
"Hey D. Good morning!" <-- Yeah good morning to you too. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to bed.

Look, I'm really happy that he, whom I consider a close friend has found his own version of happiness, and I wish he will stay in that happiness for life. Yes, really. I no longer feel that pang/longing/whatchamacallit (is that the word?). Until a few hours ago.

Opening up to HRH (or giving a very concise summary of my relationship with him, at least) made me realize that I want my own happy ending. I need my own happy ending.

It doesn't matter with whom I'll have that happy ending with. Even if it's a total stranger I meet at Eng Hong pun, I'll gladly accept that. I just want my happy ending.

Everybody deserve their happily-ever-after. Including me.

Is that too much to ask? *looks upwards towards the lab ceiling*

What is your definition/version of happily-ever-after, people?

Photo credit: ^©Disney. All Rights Reserved.

Leave a comment please.

This Tagging Business Can Be Fun, Or Not. But For This Entry, It Is/Was Fun :)

Tagged by 2 people:

This one is by Along - kakak BFFku, Gens.

1) Take a recent picture of yourself or take a picture of yourself right NOW!.
2) DON’T change your clothes, DON’T fix your hair…just take a picture.
3) Post that picture with NO editing.
4) Post these instruction with your picture.
5) Tag 10 people to do this

Well, here it is. My unedited, very unflattering picture (it's not like I'm a Photoshop maestro or anything. Duh!). Wrapped up in my trusty blankie.



You could almost see the developing zit right smack in the middle of my forehead.
Almost.
Haha.

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And this one is by Maddie, the med girl in Russia with a knack for words, and a love for mellow songs. Kan Maddie? :D

This is gonna be a long one. Brace yourselves, people. Don't say I didn't warn you!

1.How old are you?
Twenny-one. Yes, I purposely spelled it that way.

2. Are you single?
Single all the way. For now.

3. In what age do you think you’ll get married?
I can't see myself getting married before 30 (that's 9 years away), but who knows right? Maybe I'll find a guy tomorrow and get married the next month!

4. Do you think you’ll be marrying the person you are with now?
I can't answer this question. Refer to Q2.

5. If not, who do you want to marry?
Again, no answer. But I do fancy marrying a guy with Jacob Black's (in the Twilight series, not the movie) body but Edward Cullen's chivalry. Oh, and the guy has to be able to play piano beautifully. Just like Edward.

6. Do you want a garden/beach wedding, or the traditional wedding?
I prefer a garden wedding. But I'm pretty sure my mom would want me to do a traditional one.

7. Your ideal motif?
White everything, and sunflowers. Not roses.

8. Where do you plan to go on a honeymoon?
Obviously, Paris for the leisurely evening strolls, and New York for the shopping spree. Who says you can't shop while you're on honeymoon?

9. How many guests do you think you’ll invite?
Let's see. Close friends + family relatives + some family friends. I'd say about 100? 150? I don't want a big wedding.

10. Do you want an extravagant wedding or a simple wedding?
Definitely simple, but with a touch of exclusivity in it. You know what I'm saying?

11. Do you want the traditional vows or something you’d make up on your own??
Not really sure. I'll think about this later, when the wedding date is near.

12. How many layers of cake do you want to have?
Can I have 5 layers please? I know I said I want a simple wedding, but my wedding cake can never be simple.

13. Do you prefer having your reception at a hotel or at a simple place?
I prefer it to be at a hotel, to save time and energy for cleaning up afterwards.

14. When do you want to get married, evening or morning?
Evening, preferably at dusk.

15. You’d rather have your reception outdoors or indoors?
Indoors please. If I'm having a garden wedding, I don't want to have to swat away the mosquitoes every second.

16. Do you like a grand entrance for your groom/bride?
Hmm. Yes, I'd like that.

17. Name the song/tune you’d like played at your wedding?
I'm still working on this. Everybody should have their own playlist for their wedding, here not excluding the generic kenduri songs.

18. Are you a morning person or a night person?
I don't get how this question is related to this tag.

19. Do you want a solemn ceremony or a light one?
A light one, so that I won't mess up my make-up. 'Tho I have a feeling I'll be sobbing afterwards when my mom and dad hug me.

20. What age do you want to get married?
Preferably after I've achieved everything on my things-to-do-before-I-get-married list, before I die.

21. Describe your ideal husband/wife.
Ideal, you say? Boy, are you in for a ride!

My ideal husband should be taller than I am (preferably a 6-footer), has a fit body - nicely muscled (none of that bodybuilder-on-steroid for me please), is charming, has a Dennis Oh's crinkling-around-the-eyes smile, good-looking (to my eyes, which should translates into GORGEOUS), preferably older than me by 2-3 years, a person with twinkling eyes (preferably non-dark irises) and a nose bridge (so that our children will have a chance of inheriting the trait, for I am lacking one) who appreciates me for who I really am, can guide me in our married life, doesn't have a jungle growing on his chest, hygienic - knows how to care after himself and the house and the children (if we decide to have any) should I be away on business or shopping trip, knows how to cook (I honestly don't cook) and appreciates fine dining - but wouldn't mind if we pig out on pizzas and Big Macs/eat out once in a while, likes to read - but not a bookworm, knows how to fix things in the house - so we can save on repairmen and stuff, knows how to read music and play it on the piano/guitar, willing and happy to serenade me on demand, dresses up or down nicely, helpful with household chores, respectful towards my parents, get along really well with my siblings, LIKES TO SHOP (groceries & non-groceries), will never comment (in a bad way) of my love for shoes and my tendency to go around shopping for them, doesn't smoke and drink, is not into the clubbing scene, isn't afraid to be all mushy with me, has an interesting hobby (but nothing freakish), speaks well, knows when to shut up and when to speak up (in regards to my rollercoaster-like emotions), has a modern name, thinks he is the luckiest guy in the world to have me, has a nice satisfying job (so that he won't bitch about it at home) that pays well (I want us to retire by 50), has a nice body smell (not body odor) but likes the perfumes/colognes that I like for him... among many, many others.

This list is getting long, it should have its own entry.

A girl can dream..

22. Do you prefer fine dining or just the normal spoon & fork/knife?
The normal spork/knife please.

23. Champagne or red wine?
Neither.

24. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?
2, 3 days after. So that we get to open the presents first :D

25. Money or household item?
Both can one..

26. Who will pay for the bills?
Hopefully, he'll foot the bills. But if he can't afford to, I'll be glad to help out.

27. Are you ready for married life?
Now? Not yet. But in the months coming up to the wedding, I'm sure I'll be ready for whatever's in store.

28. Do you think you will still be a virgin until u get married?
Of course.

29. Will you always be true to your wife/husband?
No doubt. I'm a very loyal person, you know. Marriage is for life.

30. How many kids do you like?
4 - a pair of girl/boy twins flanked by a boy (eldest) and a girl (youngest).

31. A new house for a newly wed or an old one?
Brand, spanking-new. Preferably, a mansion with an infinity pool.

32. Will you celebrate silver wedding, gold wedding, or diamond wedding?
How am I supposed to answer that? I want the marriage to last a lifetime, or two (if vampires like Edward is real).

33. What kind of cuisine would you like for your wedding?
A mixture of west and east, with the inescapable nasi minyak. And delish desserts too. Ooh, and free-flowing pretty, pretty cupcakes!

34. Will you record your honeymoon in a cd or dvd?
In DVDs, for there will be lots of beautiful pictures and videos.

AND HERE COMES THE PART WHERE I TAG OTHER PEOPLE TO KEEP THIS GOING ON:

Maddie - for the picture tag thing. I'd love to see your place!

Zaki - for the wedding tag thing. It'd be interesting to know from a guy's POV :)

Along - for the wedding tag thing. Semoga akan kawen cepat.

Gen - for the wedding tag thing. MESTI. BUAT. TAK KIRE.

Kema - for the picture and wedding tag thing. Walaupun masih muda, boleh lah berangan-angan kan? ;p

Roku3 @ K. Shana - for the picture and wedding tag thing. Hahaha. Just because I can!

NK - for the wedding tag thing. I know you have a wild imagination!

Hazira - for the wedding tag thing. You know you wanna ;)

Phew.

That's all for now.

Thank you for reading. Please do leave a comment.

Feeling 'Territorial'?

I was thinking of writing on something, but the problem was solved just minutes ago.

Friends are forever. If they're happy, then you should be happy for them.

It doesn't matter if something gets in your way, because that something is just too insignificant compared to the friendship that you've built over the last 5 years.

If in one way or another you catch yourself thinking "What was she thinking saying/doing that to me?", then maybe you should ask yourself the same question.

What were you thinking saying/doing that to her?

That is one of the basics of Friendship 101.

Missing Home.

Just like what the title said:

I'm missing home.TERRIBLY.


I won't get to a-ge-ge with this little guy until end of this month.

He must have got chubbier since the last time he baby-puked on my shoulder while I was 'burping' him, which was like 2 weeks ago.

Of Lactobacillus plantarum and Hope For A Better America (And World)

Give a common example of microbial species used for making each of the following:

a) Dairy product

Err. Lactobacillus thermophilus? Or 'something'-acidophilus? Aarghh.

Do you hear me, I'm talking to you.
Across the water across the deep blue ocean,
Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying..

I think it's L. thermophilus.

b) Cheese

It's Streptococcus-'something'. Streptococcus-'something'-is.
I know I know it, but I can't seem to remember what !

I hate it when that happens.. :(

Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard

c) Soy sauce

Ahhh. This is easy. Aspergillus oryzae! Next!

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again

d) Vinegar

Are you kidding me? Everyone knows this. There's only one in the class notes.
It's Acetobacter aceti.

They don't know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this

e) Fermented meats

Lactobacillus plantarum. Yes. I think that's it. Right?

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
I'm lucky we're in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday..



The blue lines my friend, is the song that's stuck in my head for the whole 2-hour Environmental Microbiology paper.

That's what happens if you do your last-hour revising with headphones plugged into your ears and the volume's turned up, way up.

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On a more newsworthy-note, Obama wins.
I'm relieved Bush is no longer in-charge, he's done too much damage when he's the top guy.



The election is over, we're now in the waiting/observing phase. Can the first black American president keep his words?




When's our next pilihanraya?




SAYA MAHU MENGUNDI!

It's One Of Those Times.

I feel a sharp stab in my chest every time I look at his Facebook profile (other people might call it 'stalk').

A longing.
A regret.
A wish.

And I'll never get to talk to him again.

All because of how I acted before.

An Addiction? Not Yet. But It'll Soon Be!

photo cred: thesocialbazaar.com

This guy made me waste my time doing God-knows-what, when I should be doing my assignments/reports/whatevvs.

I hate him.
Well, I don't hate hate him.

I hate 'hate' him.

He invented the one thing that made me helplessly glued to my laptop whenever I'm on the Net.

I'm sure everybody knows what the thing is.

From Equipment Room, Kulliyyah of Science, with Love

The chaotic space. Ignore Usop the Tamarind Man.

Cut raw papayas look very much like guava.
We have 100 of these. Sampai nak kematu ibu jari nak kupas semua!

All in all, 20 beakers of peels to be blended, incubated (for 8 hours) and centrifuged.
20 beakers = ~70 flasks.
We only have one incubator that we can use here. It can fit 16 flasks.
Guess how long will it take for us to finish all?
And that excludes the flesh part.

My nearby sleeping/praying space. Note the Minnen Groda froggy with crown.
He keeps me company at night.

p/s: It's no fun doing this. Exhaustion is inevitable.

Who's From Coventry?

How do I know who is the person from Coventry that has been visiting my blog?
It's always bugging me.








Yes. This is my post for now.

Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Moe.

I've never been the girl to get called up on stage to receive prizes because my number was picked from a jar of folded pieces of paper.

I've never been the girl who gets free prepaid credit from any telco providers.

I've never been the girl who gets free complimentary vouchers for anything.

With all the good lucks/fortunes that managed to avoid me, what are the chances that bad luck will hit me straight in the face?

Or in this case, it hit me straight at my heart.

Recently, Ean, my nephew was warded because the blood test results showed elevated AST and ALT levels, among other things.

He has been jaundiced since he was born 2 months ago, skin and the whites of the eyes with yellowish tinge. After being left out in the morning sun for a couple of days, he looked better.

But now, he's in the pediatric surgery ward in HUKM, waiting for the HIDA scan, which is scheduled in 5 days time.

The doctor said it's most probably biliary atresia.

It's a very scary disease. Something to do with the bile ducts and the liver and the small intestines. As we all know, if the liver is damaged, the whole body can shut down.

I love him to bits, and I don't want anything bad to happen to him. I want him to get well very soon, if possible, this next minute.

I don't think we can handle another bad news so soon after what happened some time ago.

Please pray for Mohd Ean Emran bin Mohd Danial. He'll need it.

We all will need it.

Let's just hope it was nothing serious, and the tests were all false positive, and there's nothing to worry about.

I'd give anything for that to be true.

15 things

Tagged by NK, ages ago.

Rules :
1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.
2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.
3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.
4. No tags back!!

Here goes nothing.

1. I often dream about hot male celebrities. Like David and Orlando.

2. The first website I log on to when I go on the Net is Facebook, followed by Yahoo! omg (sometimes). Yes, my guilty pleasure is trashy Hollywood gossips.

3. I am a lefty when I'm handling a pen/pencil/marker/any writing utensil, but I'm a righty with everything else, except for, well, you-know-what.

4. My ultimate fashion-related dream is to own a pair of super-expensive designer jeans that fits me oh-so-perfectly, and a pair of killer Louboutins. Just because. Oh, and to live in New York.

5. A number of times every year, I will have my STCMO moments, with intensity that ranges from oh-I-wish-I-have-somebody-to-get-manja-with, until OMG-where-is-He???-I'm-tired-of-waiting!!.
*STCMO = 'Someone To Call My Own'

Thank you very much, Meg Cabot and Jenny Crusie. Thank you for ruining my life with the idea of soulmates. And not forgetting, Stephenie Meyer. Now I'll never find my Edward.

6. I am currently hating all my ICR mice for FYP, or more accurately, hating the idea of having to care for them when the staff responsible to make the food and the bedding available, is being, well, irresponsible.

7. I can eat mayo on its own. Just mayo, nothing else. Hmm. No wonder I am this size.

8. I'm in the process of writing a fictional autobiography of my own (in chick lit style), if there is such a thing, but I haven't got passed Chapter 2 since the last 4 months.

9. The first thing I notice when I meet a guy is his height. Why? I'm not exactly petite for girls my age. Next, his hair. A guy's hairstyle tells a lot about him.

10. I have my own way to measure my fluctuating body size (more like thunder thighs size). I have a pair of jeans I call my 'fat jeans'. If if it feels a teeny bit loose, my body image will soar to the seventh heaven on that day. If it feels a bit tight, I'll bitch and whine like what, but most likely, I will forget all about it 15 minutes later.

11. I bounce back fast from whatever unfortunate events that befall upon me. I don't wallow in misery much.

For example:
B- for Physio? Oh my. Teruknye! Mama's gonna kill me! I'm doomed!
3.5 minutes later: Oh well, what to do. Nasi dah jadi bubur. Let's move on!

12. I used to think it's cool to work as the person manning the check-out counter at super/hypermarkets. All that cash, and the number punching on the machine -- Cool!

13. I don't drink coffee-based beverages. Starbucks tak Starbucks. Nope. No coffee for me.

14. I never fail to spend RM5.60 every month on Cleo. Except for sometimes, when I don't like the cover girl that month.

15. I'm amazed I can finish this tag, because I don't like being tagged (hate is a strong word). I think I also mentioned that before, me disliking being tagged. Refer to the 12th June entry.



So, again people, I'm not tagging anybody. If you want to do this tag, go ahead and enjoy spilling your heart out.


Consider yourself tagged!

Students: Take Note.

So, I was installing numerous Firefox Add-ons, after a long, long time of not checking out Google's Add-ons. WOT, Biobar, Dictionary Tooltip, Fireshot etc.

Then I came across this 'Zotero'. It does the referencing for you, and much, much more!
I'm still learning how to use it, but so far, so good!

Check it out for yourself. Those people who do a lot of research will definitely appreciate this!

Whee! No more cut-and-paste a thousand times over for me after this!

Or, has this Zotero thing been around for ages and I'm the only one who found out about it just now?

#$%^&

I so cannot freakin' believe this:



He told me he hates/hated that guy!

How come they're friends on Facebook?!

And he didn't even tell me!!

This Is One Of The Times When I Wish I Have A Visa/Mastercard/American Express/Any Major Credit Card

I WANT THESE:

Keds 'Beach Day'

Marc Jacobs' 'Stam'

My own pair of C. Louboutin.

Isabella Fiore's 'Free Spirit'

Another gorgeous pair by Baby Phat





and...





My very own Dan Humphrey (oops. Money/Credit card can't buy you love, you say?It can definitely get you plane tickets to NY!)

I'm Not One Half Of A Couple, So I Depend On My Girl Friends

"It's already 6pm. What's for buka? Makanan kat bazaar mesti dah habis."
"Makan roti je la for buka."
"Huh? Sangat sedih la makan roti je. Nape nak makan roti je?"
"Ye la. Saye kene prepare untuk nanti bile kamu dah ade boyfriend mcm Cito. When that time comes, I will be eating alone."
"Huhu. A'ah la."

Well, those were not the exact words, but the essence of the conversation is there.

Grabbing a meal, catching a movie, window shopping, shopping for shoes, whining about weight gain etc.

I do all those with my girl friends.

Without them, I'd be lost, alone, the loner, the recluse.

Don't get me wrong. I can be alone. I can function perfectly as a human being when I'm by myself. But I prefer to be waiting for my meal to be served at a restaurant with somebody.

I love you, my girls!

Spacing out on the RC couch

My eyes go woozy if I stare at the computer screen for too long.

Oh well, I am human, after all.

Dr. T, please come and rescue me!

p/s: Today sucks.

What they say about Mondays.. err. Tuesdays.

Now at home alone, doing nothing, except for watcing Youtube videos of Jason Mraz 'I'm Yours', either by the man himself, or other people doing covers.

The song is just GOLD.

Here's a girl with her own take of the song. A pretty girl with a pretty voice.

A (Photo) Summary of the Merdeka Weekend

1. Friday night (290808): the controversial Avril Lavigne's concert at Stadium Merdeka

Moi and Aunty G before the sun sets

Us goofing around with the provided cheap raincoats, for it was raining! ;)

Us after the 1.5-hour concert ended. That thing at the back was the stage. Soo far away eh our seats? Of course maa. Our tickets were the cheapest!


The raincoats left behind. Malaysians!


*All in all, the concert was entertaining, but the organizers could funk up the sound system 'tho! Not so rocking lah!*

2. Balik kampung (300808 - 010908): Kulim! (and hopefully, Penang! For super cheap DVDs!)

300808: A very cramped backseat with 1 adult, 1 half-adult (14y.o teen), and 2 kiddies (1 in a big-ass child car seat), 5-hour journey.

310808: The 4 pictures above depict what we usually do after a heavy lunch when we go back to Kulim: sleep.

*That's all for now. Here's hoping for a trip to Penang night market tonight!*

**This entry was posted by using Maxis Broadband. Kulim pun dapat signal kaww, Kuantan bile lagi??

SELAMAT HARI MERDEKA YANG KE 51, people!

Remember, "Perpaduan Teras Kejayaan"!

The Headaches and Heartaches of FYP

My precious raw papaya peel extracts in powder form I kept in the deep freezer are GONE.

Vanished. Disappeared into thin air. Disapparated themselves to where, I don't know.

So, all the work that I've done during the short semester, all the sleepless nights spent at the lab, all the body aches I got, all the time and money spent for the toll, the gas and whatnot to get the papayas from the farm in Lanchang to Kuantan, are all for NOTHING.

NOTHING.

I wonder why all these are happening to me (and Yusof and Haris).

I hate this.

We have to start from scratch now.
And it's already the middle of the semester.

And we have to get new papayas, which will be a big problem, because I don't have a car here.

The Act of Observation

Observations I've made in these past few days:

1. We are more scared of humans than vicious animals.

For Community Service 2, we have to organize a programme that is grand-o, involves a lot of parties (the media, NGOs, government bodies etc), that, in its essence, ‘serves the community’. So, some people came up with ideas on what to do.

We cannot do another charity car wash drive. If we can, I would surely fight for that, except that this time I’ll make sure we won’t be washing cars, because we’ll only accept motorcycles. Damn tired vacuuming the insides!

*I know it’s for charity, but still..*

There were some ideas that got the attention of the class.

a) An exhibition in collaboration with Agensi Anti-Dadah Kebangsaan.

We will set up booths at Berjaya Megamall with information on illegal drugs that addicts go for, its paraphernalia and all. We even might invite a reformed drug addict to share his/her experiences with the public at the mall. Activities etc. You get the idea.

b) Spending time at Penjara Penuh with the inmates.

They will be pouring their hearts out (or not), and we will be listening and at the same time showing that we still care towards those behind bars, even if they’re in there and we’re out here. One friend even gave a tagline/theme for the programme, without even realizing it. “Masih ada yang sayang..”

c) Spending the weekend, bonding with local orphaned kids at the near-to-TC-but-unknown-to-many Mini Zoo Teruntum.

On Saturday, we will be handing out pamphlets to the public at the local malls to promote the mini zoo. And on Sunday, we will be helping the zoo keepers feeding the tigers (if there’s any. I’ve never been there), patting the elephants (if there’s any) or even teaching the kids about the animals there. Or that’s what I have in mind.

Out of these three ideas, guess which one the class chose?

Yeah.

You guessed it right.

Wild animals trump over reformed drug addicts and inmates who regretted doing whatever they did that made them sent there in the first place, and trying to move on with their life behind bars.

How scary men can be, for other men are more willing to spend time in a place chockfull with wild animals than sitting at an arm’s length with a convict.

2. Animals love their offspring more than (some) humans do theirs.

For FYP, I have to breed a lot of ICR mice. Currently, I am a proud grandmother of about 100 pups. Some of them have already got some white fur on! I am expecting another 70 or so anytime soon.

Like any good grandmother would, I’d feed them every morning, making sure they have enough food and drinking water to last them throughout the day, and that their home isn’t infested with fly-like small flying creatures because there’s too much piss/poop in there, or it’s soaking wet in there (to those who never had any kind of rodents for pets i.e. hamsters, this means I am to change their bedding). Although sometimes, sometimes, I just hope that they’re fasting on the day when I’m so lazy to get off my ass and go top up their food tray.

This week, I saw a female mouse eating one of its many offspring. It was holding up the pup to its mouth and nibbling the head off as if it’s a corn knob. The mother’s mouth, snout and paws were all bloody. It was a sight to behold (and gasp, for it wasn’t pretty).

Mind you, female mice only become carnivores if they feel that the environment is not suitable or secure for her pups to live in, or if there’s an impending danger looming around, such as a predator on prowl. The mother will gobble up all her pups if she has to; because she can always have another set 3 weeks later (average pregnancy period of a mouse is about 21 days). She’s so concerned with the fate of her pups in the future that she’s willing to eat them in the present if the future seems bleak.

Comparing this ‘motherly’ act to that of a human being who throws/dumps/leaves her own baby in a toilet/at the doorsteps of a mosque/in a smelly drain near some bushes, the human being seems like the scarier monster. She gives birth to a child, decides it’s not her time yet to be changing nappies, or even feels ashamed of having an out-of-wedlock baby, and then, tries to chuck the baby down the public toilet. She will not even consider putting the baby up for adoption. She just leaves the baby to die wrapped in a black garbage plastic bag somewhere.

It’s not like I’m asking the mother to chop up the baby, cook some delish dish with the baby meat and serve friends and family. At least have the decency as a human being with feelings and compassion towards another human being, what more a human being you carried for 9 months and pushed out from yourself. Put the baby up for adoption. I’m pretty sure there’s a couple out there who would love a baby to call it their own, albeit not biologically.

Please take note that I’m not saying it is okay and permissible to bear a child out of wedlock. Just get a willing man, a tok kadi and two reliable witnesses. The work is almost-half done already. You’re well on your way to making cute and lovely babies of your own.

Just don’t go leaving it in a basket at a park with a note asking someone to look after it.

3. Some people are more of a writer than a talker/speaker. They can write/type pages and pages of sentences, but when they come up before an audience, no matter how small it is, they will freeze/mumble/babble themselves silly.
This includes yours truly.

The three sentences above are somewhat self-explanatory.

Let’s just say that I’d like to have another go at my FYP Proposal presentation, but without any lecturers firing me questions that I actually know how to answer, but couldn’t form coherent strings of words, or sentences to answer them.

Give me love, give me hope.
Don’t give me another reason to mope.

In Sickness

I am sick.
Sick here refers to two things:

a) Sick as in, literally sick. Demam and all. And tomorrow class starts.
b) Sick of having to go back to Kuantan, the land of nothingness. The hyped-up ECM (East Coast Mall, y'all) is what makes the 'homecoming' much more bearable.

Until I am better, bye people.

One Thing Leads To Another

MSN Live Messenger buat hal, so have to troubleshoot. Finished with it, try la bukak IE7. All these while pakai Firefox je. Saw an 'MSN in Concert' link featuring the boys, which was posted on the website on 26th June. I clicked on it, and...

Whamm! My Backstreet Obsession is back in full force!

They performed at the O2 Arena, London on 14th May to a packed-to-the-brim house. And boy, did they rock the show! The whole concert was 95% similar to what I experienced at Sunway. The song arrangements, the props, the costumes, everything!

*Duhh, of course la Dinie. They call it a 'tour' for a reason. It's so that they can recycle their clothes, and dance the same dance routines, and say the exact same line: "Hello London/Malaysia! We are the Backstreet Boys.. and we would like to thank each and every individual here for coming tonight. Without you, we would not be here right now, 15 years on.." -- or something like that.

But hey, as I said in the 11th March entry, THE BOYS CAN DO NO WRONG!

I laughed out loud when the camera panned to a trio of guys singing (more like shouting, from what I saw) along to 'I'll Never Break Your Heart' into a cell phone, to whom I assumed, were their girlfriends. The same female:male ratio there at the arena, 1:1. Screaming girls/mothers didn't outnumber the other also screaming gender. Equal in number!

Watching the 78-minute concert brings back happy, happy memories (to those who have no idea what I'm talking about, please refer back to my 11th March entry).

1994:

Nicky so cute!

Howie, tingginye seluar? ;p

2007:

Sume dah muke bapak orang dah..

I know I'll love them forever, even when I'm 65 and my grandsons/granddaughters dig Metallica, or Yanni. They are THE boy band of the CENTURY. Period.

*stop smirking, people!*

But, sometimes, I do miss Kevin..

KTBPA!