Thursday, May 31, 2007
I'm kinda addicted to Stickgal. A perfect example of how a picture can say more than a few words.
Updates onYED later on. I'm dead tired.
Addicted much.
Do It Quickly.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Kill me.
Kill me now.
You would be doing me a favour.
My brain cells are dying anyway, one by one, by reading all these boring history and constantly being reminded of unfinished assignments.
I love ranting. Thats what I do.
So here goes.
MS is giving me a blardy headache. I think I won't be sleeping tonight.
Happy happy.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Josh Groban is coming to Malaysia!!!!
In October. Okay, maybe its just a little too early to get excited about it. But tickets come out in July! Start saving money okay? I'm betting its not gonna be cheap.
I know.
I'm a sucker for a great voice.
I missed Il Divo's concert (Those tickets were so darn expensive!!) so I'm as sure as heaven won't miss this.
I hope he really comes to Malaysia. I can just cry if another mishap were to happen like in the MU case. I'm no football fan. I watch a match like once in 3 blue moons. But for the record, I do feel sorry for you people who were so ecstatic bout MU coming to Malaysia.
Blah.
Friday, May 25, 2007
XXX : There's no more space in the comp's C drive.
Sara : Yeah. But actually some of the space is wasted cause we never defrag the comp.
XXX : What's defrag?
Sara : *Gives a look* You don't know what is defrag?
XXX : No. Duh.
Sara : * Internally really proud of herself for FINALLY knowing a thing or three about the computer*
Sara : Fragmentation occurs when a file in your computer is broken up into pieces and is stored in different places on the computer's disk :)
XXX : Really?
Sara : YUP.
XXX : So what do we do?
Sara : You defrag the comp la. The computer will know what to do.
XXX : I see.
Ever had a time when you had zero knowledge for a certain subject and you had to work your ass off to catch up with times and finally you can actually pass on a little knowledge to people who usually know more bout the subject than you?
Feels darn good I tell you.
I am soooo irritated at Malaysian Studies at the moment. I could... do something really bad. I haven't decided yet.
WHY do we have so many assignments??? Other courses don't have so many!
She gives us soooo many. Some even at the last minute. And they make you fall asleep. Literally.
Go for community service. Fine, I will do that. Its fun. Write a journal with all those questions you gave that practically sound the same about the comm service? I can die. Don't get me started on the others.
I got locked out of class the other day with some classmates. For the sole reason I thought that the notes I had printed out were insufficient as it was extremely short. So I ran to the computer lab before class started to print out the next lecture. Which she didn't use. Hell, I've gone for all her lectures man! This one time I wasn't on time and she just locked the door on us. I wasn't even planning on skipping the lecture. Plus, I usually sit in front. I don't make noise but I won't be paying attention to her. The main thing is that I don't make noise okay. I do my own work. Its amazing what your little sketches can amount too when you are bored out of your skull. She's boring anyway. And temperamental. I honestly feel as if I am wasting my life away every time I attend those 3 hours of MS. Btw, she let us in after half an hour. We just loitered outside the whole time. I wouldn't even have gone in IF I hadn't left my econs book in the class. See, I was early for her class. I dumped my books there.
Sparks fly high and other news.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
The title says it all I suppose.
I won't deny it. I've always been a Jordin supporter. Contrary to many others, I never liked Blake. But you have your opinion and I have mine. I won't say I hate Blake because I don't. I feel that he is genuinely, a nice guy. He's unique, I'll give him credit for that. But vocally, nah.
Jordin has done consistently well for the past few weeks. So yes, aside from Melinda, I feel that Jordin deserves the crown. The only problem I had with Melinda was her name. Doolittle. Reminds me of that other famous character with the same name. Pretty sure you know who it is. If you don't, then whoa! You have worse general knowledge than me!
I enjoyed Blake's performance during Bon Jovi week. Now, THAT performance was hot. But as I've said before, I never really liked him. I'm gonna miss those weekly disagreeing with my classmate about Blake. Haha. But even he has to admit he flopped on the last song in the finale. But then again, the song wasn't his type of genre. So yeah, I'll agree that it wasn't fair on that account. But I still want Jordin to win! Oh, and I love the dress she wore for that last song! Pretty pretty :) The song wasn't too bad. It was tons better than Katharine McPhee's "My Destiny" last year at least. Apart from one or two corny parts in the lyrics, it was okay. I like it.
We'll see tomorrow. But I really hope she wins.
*edited* SHE WONNNN!!! Congrats Jordin.
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I love, love, love, LOVE Milo Ventimiglia( Peter Petrelli in Heroes). Can you say "HOT"! But, he's dating Alexis Bledel. I just found out. Ugh. Foolish enough to think that he might still be single and waiting for me :P. I liked Alexis in Sisterhood but now.... I wanna strangle her. Keep your hands off my man! Yeah, I can count the number of people who used that phrase/line in msn after Good Charlotte came to Malaysia. I don't know why I found it sooo funny.
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I don't want it to be a big shock later. But I got another scholarship. Nothings confirmed. I'm not exactly sure what the scholarship offers. I'll let you know if I do decide to take it okay? But I would hate to leave Taylors. Even worse if I had to leave my family and friends. Okay, I'm not gonna think about it since its not even confirmed yet.
FOCUS!
Monday, May 21, 2007
Geeez!
I can't blardy focus on my revising! And I think I screwed up for accounts today :(
I need to come online to do some revision.
But hey, there ARE better things to read (I've expired all my books) than a computer's operating system. Or process writing for English. So here I am, blogging. After I promised myself not to do so until mid terms were over. At the same time, I find every excuse to blog hop. I have such interesting friends. I'm not being sarcastic :)
BB6 was down yesterday. I had the urge to log in yesterday to revise. Now BB6 is back on and the drive to study has vanished. I neeeeed motivation people!
Bah! Fine. Those darn notes are screaming my name.
This isn't exactly a great post but I just feel like ranting for the mo again.
The Story That Didn't Make The Cut.
Monday, May 14, 2007
In case you were wondering, this is the story I wrote for the story writing competition last year during English Week. Its not in these exact words because now I obviously have more time to re write it without grammatical errors ( I hope ), add in a few more dialogs and narrations. But it follows the same plot. Don't be alarmed at how long it may look, its just the spacing :)
I thought it would make the yearbook but it didn't. After five years, I thought I would have something written in the school mag to show I was good enough to write for it. Oh well, that was sometime ago. Anyway, here it is. The story that was good enough to win a small prize but didn't quite make the final cut.
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The little girl sat by her bedroom window. Thinking. Thoughts of nothingness clouded her mind, shutting out the reality she didn't want to face. Not just yet anyway.
She rested her elbows on the window sill, cupped her chin in the palm of her hands and stared out the window. It was raining heavily outside. She continued to stare out the window, listening to the rhythmic tapping of the raindrops against the glass of her window. The raindrops fascinated her for a reason she could not place. Unconsciously, she reached out a hand in an attempt to touch the raindrops. Instead, her fingers came in contact with the cold, hard surface of the glass window. The glass felt like something she had grown used to feeling. Cold, she thought. That was what everything felt to her these days. She pulled back her hand and rested both hands on her lap.
It was then that she noticed that her fingers were wet. The all too familiar taste of salty tears were then felt on her lips. Strange, she thought, as she wiped away the tears that were slowly running down her cheeks with the back of her hand; she didn't think she had any tears left to shed, after crying herself to sleep every night for the past week.
The sound of chatter brought her back to reality. It took her a moment longer to remember where she was and for the noise to register in her mind. Ah, yes. Her bedroom. The funeral. Her family's funeral. The guests. Relatives. Friends of her parents. She remembered being downstairs. Giving a smile to people, some of which she didn't recognise at all. The smile she gave never reached her eyes. They would have noticed if they cared to look hard enough.
The noise grew louder. People were starting to wonder where she was. At the back of her mind, she knew she should have stayed downstairs. They were not stupid, those people. They would soon wonder what happened to her. Yet, she didn't stand up to go downstairs and merely remained seated on her chair, facing the window. She yearned for a moment of solitude that was hers alone.
"Dawn, honey, there you are"
The little girl was vaguely aware of the soft voice that called her name. It sounded familiar at least. She turned her head in the direction of the voice. Her eyes landed on the small,rounded frame of her grandmother, standing at her bedroom door. The little girl didn't say a word and riveted her gaze to her window and the rain outside.
"Honey, are you alright?"
She felt the soft hands of her grandmother on her shoulder. The little girl didn't respond to the question, fearing that if she said a word, she would crack. And she didn't want to crack.
"Dawn, say something. The guests are starting to wonder what happened to you. There are lots of people downstairs. They are concerned for you"
At that, the little girl turned her head to face her grandmother once again.
"They would, wouldn't they?", she said in a soft whisper, a voice that was a barely her own.
"They always ask the same questions. Is she okay? How is she? How is she taking it? ", the little girl said, her voice becoming stronger with each passing syllable.
" They know how I feel. They know! Yet they ask the same questions. I'm tired, ma. I'm tired of giving them the same answer. The lies I tell to make them feel better. I can't take it. I just can't. No more. No more "
At that, she broke down crying, the walls of her self-control crumbling. She cried. Tears she had only allowed herself to cry at night, under her blanket of comfort, spilled onto her cheeks, rolling steadily down her face. Her shoulders shook with the force of her tears.
She was aware of the soft pressure of her grandmother's hands as they gently led her to the bed. She sat down and crawled into the warm comfort of her grandma's arms.
She cried. For how long, she didn't know. Finally, her tears eased a bit as she regained some control over them.
" It was supposed to be our yearly trip. You know, the family vacation we take every year to the mountains. John was so happy because he had waited all year for it. He loved the outdoors. He always said he was going to be an environmentalist when he grew up. Such strong ambition for a boy of 6 "
The little girl let herself be swept into the story as she recalled that fateful day.
" Mom and dad were so happy to bring us there. They knew we enjoyed it. We usually left town early because it was a long drive to the mountains and dad hated driving at night. But the car wouldn't start properly that day. We thought we had to cancel the trip. John nearly cried when I told him that "
The little girl wiped away a stray tear and continued with her story.
" But the car started properly at the last minute. We would reach the mountains by nightfall if we started out that day. Dad suggested that we drive up there the next morning but John and I refused to waste more time. After much pestering, we won dad over. He could never say 'no' to us. He was like that. Dad said we could sleep in the car and he would wake us up when we reached the mountains."
"Ma", the little girl said and looked up into the familiar, caring face of her grandmother.
"We wouldn't listen to daddy. We should have. We should have. Now...now..." the little girl buried her face in her grandmother's arms again, a new wave of tears flowing from her swollen eyes.
" I can't even remember how it happened. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I didn't even know what was going on. Ma, why? Is it my fault? Why did this happen to me? What wrong did I do? ", the little girl said, anguish in her voice.
" Child, its not your fault. It never was. It was an accident. An accident even you couldn't prevent."
" Why did I survive then? My whole family died. I should have died with them. There's no point in me living anymore. There's nothing left for me in this world. Nothing."
Her grandma kept silent. Then said " Dawn, have you ever wondered about me and grandpa? About your friends? How thankful we were that you are alive? "
Dawn looked up, struck by the thought.
" We were all so glad you were alive. We were expecting the worst when we heard that your parents had died in the car crash. We assumed the worst, about you and John. But you lived. You lived. The pain we feel about losing your parents and brother, you can't imagine. But you being alive gave us the comfort we needed. "
Her grandma looked at the little girl, tears forming at her own eyes.
" We hurt too, Dawn. We know your pain. Maybe you feel it more, but we know, we understand. Believe me, we know how much it hurts that sometimes we just wished we could not feel anything at all then live with this pain. But then there's you. The miracle that survived. And we are thankful that you survived."
The little girl kept silent for a moment, pondering this new thought.
" But why, Ma? Why did God take them from me? He knows I need them.They were a part of me..."
" They left us too. Maybe you'll find the answer to that someday. We will never truly know why. But He has a purpose. It may not make sense now, but it will in time. "
" In time? " the little girl questioned.
" In time "
The little girl nodded her head, feeling a slight burden lifted of her little shoulders. What her grandmother said was true after all. She knew it to be.
It didn't answer all her questions. A thousand more remained unanswered. But she would take her time to answer them. In time.
" Come, child. Lets go downstairs. "
" Can I stop smiling? I don't feel like smiling. I don't mind talking, but I can't smile. "
" Dawn, no one ever expected you too. Laugh when you want to and cry when you want too. That's part of being human."
The little girl nodded once again.
" Come, lets go."
" You go ahead. I'll be down in a minute."
Her grandmother nodded, kissed her forehead and left the room.
The little girl sat on the edge of the bed for another minute, looking out her window. The rain had died down to a light drizzle.
From her bed, she could see that the sun was beginning to shine through her window. She took it as a sign.
She got off her bed, walked to the door. She took one last look out her window, switched off the lights, and closed the door.
The End.
It Doesn't End Here.
Friday, May 11, 2007
It never really hit me that my friends would never always be by my side, guiding me in their own way through life's journey. Much has changed since I left high school. Nevertheless, I'm happy for them. They are heading for bigger things in life. Don't forget me ya. I won't forget you, I promise. It won't end here, our friendship.
Aliah. We were not childhood friends. Can't deny that. Heck, I don't think we even talked to each other in primary school and for the first three years in secondary school I don't think we talked much either. But hey, things changed. For the better. Getting to know you has definitely been one of the joys in my life. I'll miss our movie dates when you leave. I'm really happy that you got your scholarship though. In the meantime, I hope you get to do your foundation in Taylors :) You deserve it. Once again, congrats. Remember me when you become a famous engineer dear.
Another friend, Soo Hean has left for another scholarship as well. Sorry I don't have a picture to post up. He is always the one reminding me that I have left my bottle at places,be it at lecture theater, tutorial classes or even at places where we have our breaks. What am I gonna do without you reminding me now? :( And I'm gonna miss you because now, I won't get free notes anymore :( :( Haha! Joking okay. Congrats on your scholarship as well. Remember to bring back Hyun Bin for me :) Or the very least get me a signed autograph.
Reminiscence
Monday, May 07, 2007
Well I miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry Coke
Where everything is black & white
Picking on a Six String
Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye
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It's been some time. I was suddenly hit with an unexpected wave of nostalgia today.
I had the urge to learn Chemistry and Additional Maths again. Physics even. Reminiscing with some of my college mates today since they, too, were science students just brought back so many great memories of high school life. For all my complains about the subjects I greatly disliked in school to the teachers, I really would not trade my high school memories for anything. I really don't know why I was suddenly thinking about high school so much. Maybe after going back there on Saturday and having some nice chats with old friends and teachers triggered something. In a good way. Laugh all you want but I missed high school so much for a moment there that I actually felt like crying. It would have been so embarrassing if I had just suddenly burst out crying for no reason today :(
Then I came home from college and turned on my lappy. Unknowingly, songs I were addicted to last year started playing. I didn't even realise just how much I had missed them because I hadn't listened to them in a while. They just brought back times of laughter with my babes. I miss all of them now. Was hit with another wave of nostalgia. God, I miss all my ex-classmates now.
I had the urge to learn Chemistry and Additional Maths again. Physics even. Reminiscing with some of my college mates today since they, too, were science students just brought back so many great memories of high school life. For all my complains about the subjects I greatly disliked in school to the teachers, I really would not trade my high school memories for anything. I really don't know why I was suddenly thinking about high school so much. Maybe after going back there on Saturday and having some nice chats with old friends and teachers triggered something. In a good way. Laugh all you want but I missed high school so much for a moment there that I actually felt like crying. It would have been so embarrassing if I had just suddenly burst out crying for no reason today :(
Then I came home from college and turned on my lappy. Unknowingly, songs I were addicted to last year started playing. I didn't even realise just how much I had missed them because I hadn't listened to them in a while. They just brought back times of laughter with my babes. I miss all of them now. Was hit with another wave of nostalgia. God, I miss all my ex-classmates now.
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When the rain falls
It’s like heaven’s crying
When the name’s all
The difference that there is
Cause tears are
The same when they are trying to grow something good
Out of all the pain
There’s no difference between the teardrops and the rain.
Why?
Friday, May 04, 2007
Sara: God, why wasn't I born musically inclined? That way, I would actually have more interest in the piano and not worry about failing my practical exam that is looming oh so close :(
God: Because you are Sara. I made you to love books more. Much, much more.
Sara: But I love music too :(
God: What do you call your singing in the shower then?
Sara: Oh. But nobody hears me sing in the shower.
God: You are just undiscovered. Anyway, we'll continue this discussion later. Go study for your accounts and BCP test. Its tomorrow, you know. And don't forget your English speech. And the English presentation. And the two Malaysian Studies assignments you haven't touched. Not to mention the econs lecture you missed.
Sara: Yes. I remember. *Sigh*
Did Ya Miss Me?
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Probably didn't know I was gone right?
No matter. I didn't tell the whole world anyway :)
I was in Kuching, Sarawak since Saturday. It was just a short holiday with a big group of my relatives and close friends of my parents. Just got back today. Living without the internet was manageable for a few days but I was beginning to yearn for it. The hotel required you to spend 40 bucks for a broadband card to use their internet facilities. Cheapskates. And they call themselves a 5 star hotel.
ANYWAY.. That was about the only downside of this trip. We stayed at Damai Beach Resort which is under the Holiday Inn group. We requested a seaside view.
We did go on tour in those few days. We visited some orang utans in the Semenggoh Wildlife Centre.
Say helloooo to George. When I first heard his name, it reminded me of this guy who migrated to US or UK already. We met in primary school but we weren't close. I doubt we uttered more than 20 words to each other. He probably doesn't remember me :( We didn't talk much anyway.
We went jungle trekking in Bako National Park. I'm just not made for the outdoors. Seriously. But since we already paid for it... The path was not easy okay. Do I look like I am built for these kind of escapades?
Flip flops! And they weren't even mine :( I felt so bad about dirtying them. Sorry!!. BUT I made it. The whole way. Through all those icky icky things and slime. Those pictures I posted are the easy parts of the trail. I couldn't take pictures during the parts when I had to really watch where I was going or risk falling into some humongous hole. I AM strong. Here me roar :)
We visited the Sarawak Museum as well. Cameras weren't permitted inside. God knows why. I am promoting them you know when I post up these pics. They should thank me. They had all these cultural stuff and some really random stuff like the skeletal remains of a whale. I still don't believe those bones were real. I can't remember much. I was more taken by all the head hunting history :)
If I wanna stick out my tongue and do THIS at the same time, I WILL!
We visited a cat museum obviously. Well, it is Kuching after all. Might as well milk its name for all its worth. 
Tried my hand at pottery. I made a pretty darn good almost top of a vase:)
Although I enjoyed my stay here, I don't think I could live here permanently. Its a nice place, Kuching. But there really isn't much entertainment for the locals here. There is only ONE cinema in the whole of Kuching. ONE cinema for a population of 2.2 million. I couldn't believe it. The biggest shopping complex is 5 times smaller than Summit. And the shops there... needs no explaining.
The lone cineplex.
This little chap here was born with a gold spoon in his mouth. My cousins are rich. Enough said. The whole family dotes upon him every second of the day. The guy is wearing clothes from Guess, Esprit and Nike. He wears Adidas sport shoes, Quiksilver slippers and Crocs. Whatever happened to Kiki Lala for kids? The next time I see him, I won't be surprised to see him in Armani or Gucci.
Btw, try out the Envy Me fragrance by Gucci. It was love at first smell I tell you.
Currently hooked on Thanks For The Memories by Fall Out Boy and Nothing Good About Goodbye by Hinder.
