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Back to Ireland

August 31, 2008 Leave a comment

In my mind, at least.

The irony is that, I just said that I missed Dublin because I manage to sleep so much there.

Here I am, reading about a book about a guy going round Ireland with a fridge making me unable to sleep.

Oh yeah, I’m reading the book again. I absolutely love it!! So bloody farnee!!!! So many silly quotes!! Hahaha.

I’m thinking… If all else fail… I might be able to teach geography of Ireland?

Though somehow I think I might be better teaching about the Irish economy instead.

Irish law is a big no no though. I don’t want to learn yet another legal system; too lazy.

Critiquing the Irish abortion law, on the other hand, would be wonderful. :D

August 31, 2008 Leave a comment

Please don’t lie to me because I know for a fact that you don’t visit my blog. Don’t just tell me you do to make me happy; I was just making a comment that day. What a shame, that you needed to lie.

Why I’m putting here is to tell you, just in case you bother dropping by in the future, that I do know that you’re lying. I won’t mention it in our conversations anywhere.

You know who you are.

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Rinduuuu!!!

August 31, 2008 Leave a comment

I miss the two other “DU”s. Dublin and Durham.

Coz I want to sleep so very the badly!!!

Hahahahahaha.

Did that practically all the time I was in Dublin. Wasn’t as bad in Durham; I actually went exploring the *bloody* hilly place. Dublin was practically the total opposite!!

Oh c’mon!! Ireland is like one third of Britain!! Even though I would have been only in Ireland for one third of the time I was in Britain… I, well… I thought I would be bored, so I wanted to save Dublin for later!!

And now, since I will be staying in home sweet home…

I still think Dublin as a place to sleep. ZzZZzzzzzZZZzzzzzz…

I miss Dublin.

However, it is just too bloody expensive to fly all the way there from Malaysia; JUST TO SLEEP.

I mean, seriously!!!!

And also, I doubt I’ll be doing much sleeping if I went to Dublin now!! Will be exploring the whole islands of Ireland AND Britain.

Goddamn it, I regret not exploring Britain!!!!!!!! Waaahhhhhh!!!

For Ireland, I would go to Londonderry to rompak that nenek tua of her farm. Dan menetap di sana.

Muahahahahaha.

I still remember her!! Trust me, I will forever and ever remember her.

Oh, will explain the change of title later. Rather busy actually; which is why I can’t sleep. Sigh…

And Budget!! OMG I can’t believe I missed listening to it!! I blame my mom for not telling me about it!!

She had the cheek to bloody scold me!! Knowing that I don’t read the papers!!

Oh, and before you start, it’s doctor’s orders for me not to read the newspapers. I do break it once in a while. Okay, often, but not often enough. However, like she emphasized a lot of times, I should deal with my problems first before I start with the nation’s or the world’s. Which is why I’m reading a lot of fiction nowadays.

Still, I read a lot of newspaper already. My mom being the very dedicated economist she is, with jet lag and all, she went buying every single newspaper available; in languages that she can read, of course. And even read that stupid website. I only read the papers; as you might have figured out, I hate that website. Truly.

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Mission very the possible II

August 31, 2008 Leave a comment

It was a success!!! Wahaha.

Well, my mom laughed at the amount I spent; gleefully saying that she’s glad I finally decided to expand my wardrobe. Typical.

Nevertheless, she did accept that I was being serious and decided on a figure I’ll get monthly, whether I work or don’t work.

And I’m happy that I manage to sway her to my way of thinking!!

Weeee!!!!

Grand total

August 29, 2008 Leave a comment

Well it is not so grand, to be honest. And I lost one of the receipts. Sigh. Oh well…

I spent RM 1159.05–so far; I’m going to 1Utama later–on clothes; and shoes. However, shoes not so much. Mostly are clothes. Hehehe.

My mom should be on the plane right now. She went to Canada for 3 bloody days!!!

I know!! Crazy right? For a conference which lasted only one and a half days!! She went halfway across the world, with the amount of time spent traveling to the place taking just slightly less than the amount she was there.

Seriously, sometimes conference can be ridiculous. They wouldn’t pay for extra time to make your trip worth it. Just come, present your paper, listen to other people’s paper, and good bye.

Even crazier that my mom was willing to go through it… for the hopes of flying via London and be able to shop more there.

Oh, it is in Waterloo… about 2 hours from Ottawa, she said.

Going to buy quite a number of things in 1utama. Doing most of my makeup shopping. I know I know, I said it’s a waste of money, but I can’t think of what more clothes do I need!! And I do wear them, so it won’t be wasted!!

Oooooo!! I’m reading the dictionary. Oh, of course not non-stop, silly!! I would go out of my mind if I did, I think. 5 new words a day. Huge emphasis on the word “new”; if not it’ll take forever for me to get from A to Z. I might die before I finish it!!

So I have a plan while I’m on my break; I’m going to learn French, while I work as a sales assistant (could be a pharmacy or Cats Whiskers) or a receptionist at a Spa (though with my skin condition they might not think it is a good thing) and a kitchen helper in a Japanese restaurant. Both part time, obviously; doubt I can juggle 2 full time jobs!! I want to do the kitchen helper one!!!! Might be able to learn how to cook!! :D

Will tell big ma’am tomorrow about it and what is her opinion about it, along with all the receipts. Hehehe.

Mission very the possible

August 28, 2008 1 comment

I’m on a mission: to shock my mom to the point she’ll come round to my way of thinking.

How am I doing that? By shopping!! For clothes though, not shoes… I still don’t want her to be too angry about it. She’s been harping for me to change my wardrobe anyway. So she should be happy with this progress.

What am I trying to achieve, you might ask.

I’ll start by warning you; most people think I’m crazy. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.

I asked my mom to give me a set amount every month for me to spend. Whether higher or lower than currently she’s giving me, it’s up to her. However, a very big problem in that would be the fact that she doesn’t give me a fix sum; never have done that. She always give me over and above what I spend, on top of providing me with a supplementary credit card. However, I only swipe the card when I know I have the cash to “repay” her. She prefers giving me money as and when I finish my mom–which never comes, by the way, since she would give me more about 3 weeks after the last time she gave me.

It frustrates me. I am very lucky in the sense that I never felt that I never have experienced not having money. However, that lack of experience is what frustrates me; I’m afraid that in the future when she’s gone, I wouldn’t be able to cope. Yes, she has trained me enough to ensure that I don’t overspend and I never did–at least, before this anyway. Nonetheless, it is hard to predict the future, right?

Also, her giving me money when I’m out of money means that it is quite hard for me to plan my finances; to save money as well, sometimes. It is complicated.

I asked her to give me a set amount for me to plan my monthly budget. She refused. Her reason? She could afford giving me the money I need for now and why should I suffer?

Why should I indeed.

However, I much prefer “suffering” while she’s around rather than suffer much later in life when there’s no one to save me.

So… by shopping and swiping the credit card loads of times, I’m abusing her trust. I have never done that, or at least not when it comes to money, and this would definitely shock her. Show her that it is possible for me to do it. Also prove that, hey, I don’t only want to buy shoes, ok!! I went to so many shops with pretty shoes, but I refrained. And I am absolutely proud with myself.

I adore Cats Whiskers!! And little.black.book.

My favorite item to buy now are skirts. I am cursed in the ass department. Because of my Chinese genes, I have a flat ass, and my Malay side means that I have wide hips, and ass. And it took quite some time for me to realize, my ass looks better in skirts than pants. So I’m filling my wardrobe with them.

Muahaha.

Okay, I’m off to find dinner. And look at the boutiques that are located on the rows of shops in front of my house.

I absolutely love the location of my house.  Will make sure that my mom would never move!! Hahaha.

Toodles!!

Oh, updates after all this craze has finished.

Anyway, better buy these things when there’s still sales than when sales end, right???

Pronunciation

August 27, 2008 1 comment

Ahh… my favorite way to waste time while I can’t sleep; singing along with whatever that is playing on my iTunes.

Then came “A Whole New World” by Brad Kane and Lea Salonga (she’s absolutely amazing man… I love her voice) from Alladin… I can’t seem to catch up with them… Somehow my tongue slips after the word “world”.

That Edinburgher really did somewhat changed my accent. Okay I haven’t finished the entry since I got off the train at… Haha. I can’t remember already. Somewhere on the East Coast of Britain. I think we were already in the Midlands by then… I’m not sure.

Sum it up a bit. On our second day in Edinburgh, my mom got tired and I went walking around Edinburgh alone. Being a “jakun” Midlander (he didn’t use this term; I forgot then and I still can’t remember now what’s the term he used; but he did call me a “Midlander” as I’ve been living in the Midlands for 3 years) who’s not used to seagulls flying so near to her, I screamed and jumped when a flock of them flew so low and near to me, I almost hit the guy . I successfully fell; he successfully avoided me. Imagine how embarrassing it is to have a guy wear a shorter skirt than you are; I felt that way for some reason. Hairy legs and all, but Scottish men wear their knee-length kilts proudly. Imagine women doing that–feminist or not–it’ll just be scary. Though I know one of my feminist tutors do shave her legs. It amused one of my friends to try catch a glimpse of her legs. Not easy since she usually wear knee-high boots with below-knee-length skirts. However, she is what we classify as a “pleasant” feminist, and she’s married. So maybe she’s not your typical feminist.

ANYWAY (God, this habit is really annoying), the guy I almost hit asked where I was from; I answered as to where I’m from in England instead of Malaysia. Somehow I don’t know why, but when people ask me where I’m from when I’m in Britain, I don’t tell them where I am actually from but my alma mater city. Somehow he was shocked that my accent wasn’t like a Midlander’s, having lived there for 3 years, so he decided he and his friends (2 others; all kilt wearing. Really really embarrassing) would try corrupt my accent, even if the accent is not from the same country as where I live.

They pointed out that I have a very “lazy” accent. As in, I don’t pronounce every letter in the particular word. Then, I would have pronounced “world” as “wel” (both r and d missing!!); “white” without any sound of the “h”, “must” as “mus”, “girls” as “gils”, “far” as “fa”… so on and so forth. Rather bad, when I think about it. Maybe that’s how I can speak fast (as my tutorial mates in my first year pointed out, with one of my tutors keep telling me to slow down. Hrmph. Makes me wonder how he communicated with one of our EU lecturers, which we called “the Irish bullet train” [which, I was assured when I was in Ireland, would never happen because they're so small]. But remembering their specialization… maybe they don’t need to), by cheating. Haha. Not a good habit, I suppose… However, I’ve survived well with it… I mean, I am graduating!!

Nonetheless, if the Universities that I apply Masters for in the future insists that I do IELTS… I suppose this “corruption” of my accent is a blessing…

Step one was making sure I pronounce every single letter in a word. Which is ridiculous because the Scottish don’t pronounce every single letter!! Don’t ask me what word; I can’t remember as of now and I’m too lazy to flip through my “The Birds and the Bees” book. I know that there are words were the “typed” Scottish accent was with missing letters, using apostrophes instead.

Actually, yeah… only one step. Others was more how to pronounce certain letters. An exercise of your tongue to speak Scottish accent if you have a “lazy” accent like the Malaysian one.

So now I pronounce “world” with the R, L and D. Amazing feat for me. And surprisingly, I do it all the time now. And usually always singing to KT Tunstall’s “Other Side of the World”, her being Scottish, she does pronounce it the way those dudes do (after all, Fife is just the next county north of the Lothians). But… I don’t know. Somehow, regardless how hard I try listening, somehow it is impossible for me to hear the D in “world” in “A Whole New World”.

I find it fascinating, really, to realize in which part of my accent that my psychiatrist meant that changed.

At least for the better.

And I don’t talk berlagu!! Weeee!!! Hahaha. That I leave to the non-English UK universities’ and Irish graduates to specialize in. Hahahahaha =P

PS: How in the world could anyone write a song on Belfast? I mean, it’s so gray!!! Okay, I haven’t been there, but I imagine it’ll be, like, super gray, which was the reason why I got my turquoise coat. Wanted to get another black one, but then I thought, if I’m going to a grayer place than here… I better bring some bright colors with me!! Oh, I admit I haven’t listened to Katie Melua’s song. It is just… there. I’m not intrigued enough to listen to it yet. We’ll see how.

Crappiness!!

August 27, 2008 Leave a comment

Oh God!! I’ve lost track of time!! Next week is the first of September!! Those who will be going to BPP for the BVC starts on that date!! Along with dear Fatin who goes to UCD. And those going to Cardiff starts on the 4th of Sept. Oh maaannnnnnn!!! Now I can’t go to Sabah!! Noooo!!! Viiiiiiiiiiccc!!!!!!

Sigh. How could they!!!!

How I wish Britain and Ireland is in the middle of the South China Sea!! Would be so much easier to visit them!!

Of course, it would be quit surprising for them to need to wear coats if the islands were really in the South China Sea.

Waaahhhhh!!! I miss Britain even more!!!! Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!

Categories: Ramblings

Anonymous Assistant

August 26, 2008 Leave a comment

I’m addicted to reading Anonymous Assistant. I don’t know why. I keep clicking on a new story. It’s just absolutely hilarious and soooo well written. Gahh.

I’m really filling up my time reading stuff. Everything but the news. I have no idea what happened with Pematang Pauh. Heck, I am not exactly sure who is running even. Oh, I did go see that website just now; but I was on a mission, hell bent on wanting to stop traffic coming from there, I didn’t bother reading the entries peppered on that by-election. I know I’m horrible.

I’m also addicted to skirts now. I realized, slowly, that skirts make my ass look nicer than pants. Thanks to my Chinese genes, I have a flat ass; thanks to my Malay genes, I have a wide ass. Wide flat ass; how nice. Urgh.

Been swiping my credit card that would ensure my mom to run around the house chasing after me with the clever to chop me up. Too bad; I’m pissed with her, so she has to bear with it. However, she also knows that I would compensate by not spending any money on clothes till next August. So no biggie.

I’ll continue later… I just can’t stop reading AA. Just…

What the hell am I doing still typing???

Bleurgh part II

August 26, 2008 Leave a comment

Hrmph. So I painstakingly trawled over that website’s contents… See how in the world did I get traffic from that website. And now I know how it works. So I would never ever mention that website by name ever. Shock the hell out of me, again, when I saw my stats for today. What the hell man. Still, now that I know. Hrmph.

Better late than never!! If I continue grumbling and still insert that website’s name, their fans would accuse me of wanting to share their limelight, which I certainly not, as proven by my refusal of using their name in this post.

Now, back to my manageable less than 10 hits a day stats. Where I can see observe the path of my visitors unhindered. Most of them find me due to their searching for Wacky Woolies anyway, which tickles me to no end. They’re oh so adorable!!

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Bleurgh

August 26, 2008 Leave a comment

Gahh. I do hope after that storm of traffic that came from Malaysiakini after my idiotic doing of linking that blog to mine, those people wouldn’t come back.

Oh, what is the point of having a blog but not wanting people to read it?

I just don’t want people who read Malaysiakini to be my audience. Especially since I don’t write politics and I don’t support either the government or opposition; I criticize both sides. I’m just too cynical. Bleh.

Somehow, I prefer having only one loyal reader. Don’t ask me why.

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Silver heels

August 26, 2008 2 comments

I love them. It’s a pair of pumps, very pointy. Very unlike all my shoes. I never got pointy shoes before as my feet are quite wide. I am not a proud owner of long narrow feet, but my feet are better than my mom’s. Haha.

I don’t know what made me try this pair. Maybe it’s because it was in the 50% stash, so I thought, why the hell not eh? I’ve less money to lose, and considering that I’ve bought a pair of open-toed patent heels… This seemed tame.

So I asked for my size. My feet was swollen due to the amount of walking and shoe cramming they have gone through the whole day, so I was surprised that my feet could slip into it without any glitches.

And it’s comfortable!!

To hell with all my mom’s silly theories about what kind of shoes I should wear. I have brought down every single myth that she has told me. I can’t wear thongs (not the underwear. They’re bloody uncomfortable, in my opinion. Seriously, you might as well don’t wear anything!!) because it will make my feet look too wide, heels will hurt your feet, strappies are painful, blablabla. Maybe my pain endurance is high in my feet as compared to my head; who knows.

Nonetheless, from now on, I will buy whatever design of shoes I damn well please.

And since hopefully I would have a source of income to pay for my addiction…

It is a cheap addiction. Or at least, in my case. Well, it is much cheaper than Carrie Bradshaw’s… or Faliq Ismail’s. Hahaha.

I much prefer buying the cheaper shoes. Oh, not in England though. In England, the cheap shoes are so blah. I wouldn’t be caught dead with shoes from Primark, H&M, new look and what nots. Actually I don’t quite like shoes in England; I drag mine from Malaysia. And I threw all of them away before I came back. How very unenvironmentally friendly of me. Hahaha.

That’s my modus operandi when it comes to shoes though. When I’m bored of them, I throw them away without any second thoughts. A luxury that comes with buying shoes that cost less than 10 quid.

I have never paid for more than RM50 for a pair of shoes, apart from the leather shoes my mom insisted I get from Clarks when she was in England. Ah well. They’re comfortable, so fine.

A plus in buying such cheap shoes is that I know that most of the material would definitely be man-made materials. So lessen the likelihood of my shoes having pig skin. Main reason why I don’t bother buying shoes in England.

Come to think of it, I did buy shoes in England. My sneakers, a pair of tennis shoes which are heavily embroidered that cost me 15 quid, and 2 pairs of flats that I got during Boxing Day sales which cost me 7 quid each. All in all, I paid max 17 quid each.

Not more than that, apart from the leather shoes my mom insisted I get.

So that’s not so bad eh?

Still, I much prefer buying shoes in Malaysia. Like I said, I have never paid more than RM50 for a pair of shoes. Okay, that’s after the inflation, so probably soon, after the sale, I would be willing to pay max RM70 for a pair of shoes. Though that’s also unlikely. Oh, I don’t know. We’ll see. I think just RM60. And as I use HSBC credit card, I’ll get a 10% off for normal prices item. Great, isn’t it? And I get points on my PADINI card and on the credit card. Awesome!!

Bleh, I’m too lazy to brush up the “posts” I typed when I was away without internet connection.

It’s good to be back on the West Coast. I am such a snob, I know that now. I freely admit it.

Can’t believe I do prefer the East Midlands than any part of the West in England. Or maybe because Wales is on the South West Coast of Britain… and me no quite like Wales. This coming from someone who has only been to Cardiff. Hahaha.

See, I really am a snob.

Though I hate London. Bleurgh. I do. London is just for holidays.

Edinburgh, on the other hand…

I should stop. Haha.

However, it does seem that it is true that I prefer the East side of England than the west. I like York; I didn’t like Manchester… Though Lake District was nice and it was on the West Coast. Hmmm… I really didn’t travel much when I was in England, didn’t I? Ahhh… regrets. I thought I would still be in the UK this coming fall!! Just, not in Britain. Still… ooohhh!! Belfast is on the East Coast as well!! Hahahaha. Though I could have become bi-coastal if I applied for the Cross Border programme, which would “force” me to go to NUI Galway on the West Coast. When people ask why didn’t I apply for it for the heck of it, I said because the modules were “too Irish”, to which some friends ask “what do you expect? It be too Malaysian? You’ll be in Ireland after all.” Cis, why do I have such “smart” friends? Sigh… Still, it was more of the health system in Ireland–and the inflation–that made me decide against it. I mean, I would need to be in Galway in the Spring-Summer term!! Hay fever season in a country where the drugs are expensive??? Blek, no thanks. I would still prefer sending drugs to my dear friends in Ireland instead of joining them. Worse, I don’t know who in the UK who has the same illness.

Still, in Britain, I prefer the east. In Peninsular… Or just generally in Malaysia, I want to be as west as I could get. I can’t survive even in the capital of Sarawak, after having lived near the capital of Malaysia almost all my life… Cocky cocky me.

I do love East Coast of Peninsular though. For holidays. Absolutely beautiful. I want to go to Kuala Terengganu on my own. Gotta check how much Enrich points do I have; if I could get a free ticket to go there… Hmmmm…

Some thoughts about the wedding:

  • My cousin just had to pick a girl from the north of Terengganu. I mean, it took us like 8 hours to drive there from Temerloh. Seriously man.
  • His elder brother’s wife’s village is only 10 minutes away from his bride’s. Seriously, is Jerteh the only place to get suitable Malay wives for my cousins? It looks as if they planned it all!! We’ll see where the youngest boy gets his bride…
  • I am not feminist enough, though there were moments where I thought, man, some of my feminist tutors would be soooo proud of me, especially the one Faliq credits as the crimes in Brown’s mastermind.
  • My family prefers not to follow the Hindu-influenced Malay tradition of bersanding. However, they still try to conform to the requirement of giving eggs to some guests, but just to less than 80 people. They got 90 eggs but I broke almost 10 of them while boiling it. Hehe.
  • It is weird for all of us to see our tough cousin/brother to go all soft on his wedding day. Actually, it was a shock for me to even hear that he had a girlfriend initially. And then the break-up. And the finding of a replacement and after such a short period of time, the wedding. Though, when I think about it… He broke up with his first girlfriend before I left for England… And now I’ve finished only he got married. Not that fast; just short period for me, I suppose. Still, it is no less shocking that this tough guy has fallen. Haha. Still, this tough guy has a soft side; he’s always the one making sure everyone–especially our grandmother, who has a small appetite–have eaten their meals and amusing us, the younger cousins. When we were younger anyway. Hahaha. Now he can’t be bothered about us; he has moved on to his nieces, soon children.
  • I forgot to get this couple my usual wedding gift; condoms. Seriously, since I turned 17, I gave all my cousins who got married–even the one who got married when I was in England, who got NHS-sponsored ones–contraceptives. I am a big believer of family planning. I would get them the Pill if it wouldn’t appear in my medical records. Still, condoms were much easier. And somehow more embarrassing for them, which tickles me. It is rare that a form 4 Biology teacher shows her class condoms. A very memorable class. Haha.

Away… again

August 21, 2008 Leave a comment

Forgot to include it in the last post. Too lazy to click “Edit post” and having to wait some more. I am going back to my mom’s hometown–again–today. Our side of the family’s reception this time. Need to be there to be my mom’s representative. I am the VIP now as my mom paid for the reception. Muahaha. Ahh… Village reception… with the whole village helping out. It is amazing, really. It is an experience. I would be there with my camera, snapping away, I think. I am going to be lazy and not help out. I want to make a scrap book out of it, I think. Good thing no babies to take care off; all toddlers who could take care of themselves. And being away for 3 years, they don’t really know who I am anyway. *shrugs* The Mak Long who was away… Ah well…

I’ll update on everything once I get back. Heck, I might bring back my laptop, so I can move the pictures into my laptop. Or more like my external hardrive. Oh well.

Judgmental

August 21, 2008 Leave a comment

Okay not so random, even though I’ve been putting “Random” before I start talking about this thing… Figured that the reason why my stats shot up was due to my linking Malaysiakini in that particular post, which is why I unlinked it. Don’t want to get traffic from there. And I very much doubt those people who read Malaysiakini would want to read my blog. After all, it’s not news or very political. Heck, I haven’t even finished my stupid entry on petrol prices. Every time I look at it, I feel frustrated. I should tweak it and publish it, I suppose. Oh, I don’t know… Anyway, back to the main topic.

A few days ago, a friend called me. She wanted to talk, and from what she said, I’m guessing that she wanted to talk to me specifically. Or more specific, the non-judgmental part of me. I was happy. To her, I was known as a non-judgmental, supportive friend. That’s what I strive to be, and I usually assume that I’m successful. Which is why it bothers me so much when people say I’m racist. It is worse when the said person is racist him/herself. I freely admit that I am a “Catholicist”, but apart from that…

However, today I woke up, I realize, I’m judgmental. Maybe I’m not judgmental on the areas that the said friend wanted to talk about, but I’m judgmental on privileged people. That’s how I’m trained to be; make life tougher for privileged people, but try to make life much easier for the underprivileged.

Or more like, discriminate the privileged…

Or maybe I just don’t like her because she has done something that I doubt I can.

Or maybe I hate her because a fellow countrywoman of hers was the one that undermined my confidence in writing. (I’m sorry, Faliq)

Or maybe it’s because of my sometimes “feminist” feelings (urgh, scares the hell out of me. I hate feminists, and actually turning into one??? Oh my…) that made me just chuck her amongst the other chic lit writers. I hate chic lits since I started uni. Do you realize that a lot of “chic lit” books always have the main character in this rather privileged life? Like that’s what sane women would only want to be; live a life with a lot of designer goods, living in Manhattan or London or whatever other privileged town (which should have warned me it would be unlikely to find in her home country; it’s not as if I haven’t been to their biggest city). Still… you never know. Surely her fellow countrymen could wear designer goods, right? Surely her father does, what with being a former prime minister and all.

Ahh… you might have figured out I’m talking about Cecelia Ahern.

Maybe I shouldn’t judge a book by its author. I hardly do; I would always read bits n pieces of the book before I buy it. Unless people were raved/criticized the book… then I’ll just simply buy it and judge it for myself. An author I would really want to get my hands on on any of his books–or at least his fiction books–would be Alexander McCall Smith, or Professor McCall Smith. I chose to include the link from the University of Edinburgh’s School of Law’s page on him instead of his website’s. I’ve cited his book in my Health Care essay, only to realize that there’s a newer edition of the book, which he did not contribute to. Bahh. Anyway, my tutor seem to not like him. I’m curious why, as he doesn’t seem to be the jealous type or one that care about other people. I have yet to read any of his fiction books, but it’ll have to wait. I need to finish the books I actually own first.

I suppose my mom’s policy of trying to not make the rich richer has made me judge Ahern without knowing the contents of her book. I assumed that she would definitely only write chic lits with their designer clothing and falling for some equally rich guy and live a happy life full of love. Oh, the good looking husband would not think of having an affair with a younger person when she gets older. Impossible; he loves her after all. Maybe that’s why I like the Tea House on Mulberry Street. The character has made mistakes before they settled with their loved ones. Sounds more realistic, right?

Anyway, I doubt I made Ahern richer anyway. The original price of the book is 6.99 quid but I got it for 1.67 quid at the Works. You know, those 3 for 5 quid books? Yeah, didn’t pay much. I think that was why I bought the book. I bought it in my first year of uni. I already started hating chic lits.

I started reading the book yesterday; If You Could See Me Now. I’m only on chapter 5, but I’ve realized that this is not really a chic lit. Oh, the lady is an OCD. I keep imagining she’s you, Beda, but I can’t, for the life of me, imagine any of your younger siblings leaving you a child for you to take care. Also, Elizabeth Egan is too sad to be you. Just, the OCD part. Hehe. I know you would love to be her though…

Oh, the lady drives a BMW, but to concentrate on those would be silly when the story really is interesting, yes?

And checking the wiki article on the book and amazon.co.uk, I know, the book is not a chic lit that I despise.

I am absolutely disappointed with myself that I’ve turned into someone I despise. Judging people before I give them a chance. I should change, regardless of my “training”.

Maybe that’s why I abhor myself. I lead a rather privileged life. I could get anything if I wanted to. And in my eyes, it is a curse rather than a blessing.

The worst thing is that I don’t usually start from the bottom. And I don’t know what to do about it.

Regardless, the lesson is learned. If I want to see how people write, I shouldn’t close my mind to their books to see their talent just because of who they are.

I am absolutely sorry, Miss Ahern.

And I know she wouldn’t even know my feelings to me anyway, but it makes me feel better, saying it.

PS: Her father is said to be a “practicing” Catholic, but it is not true. At least, he is not a practicing Catholic in my eyes. Catholicism is just… weird…

The Tea House on Mulberry Street

August 21, 2008 Leave a comment

Random: It just had to be on the day where I bring myself down did my stats shoot up, huh? Makes me wonder how it happened. Maybe because we humans just love it when people bring themselves down and make ourselves feel better, perhaps? Hmmm…

I absolutely adore The Tea House on Mulberry Street by Sharon Owens. It is an unusual book, the way it is laid out and all… With almost everyone having an affair… but it turned out right for them in the end. It is a sweet and lovely book and I would recommend it to everyone. It is definitely going to the list of my favorites. Ahhh…

Now, if only I could write like that…

*Dreams*

Categories: Narcissistic

Messy

August 20, 2008 Leave a comment

My life is in an absolute mess that is worse than my room. Even I can’t stand my room, but I just don’t know how to tidy it up. It doesn’t feel like it’s mine. I absolutely hate my bed, I hate the computer table which has my mother’s old computer from the office, I hate my built in wardrobe that I can’t move around (and the contents in it), I hate the windows, I hate the layout, the peeling walls even though it was only painted 4 years ago (I remember Sophie Kinsella just published “Can You Keep A Secret?” that year… Was laughing my head off while the house was being repaired), I hate the horrid combination of cheap modern things and old antiques…

Sometimes I wonder how can this be my room when I hate almost everything in it.

I’m scared to rearrange my room in case my mom makes a big fuss. It is, after all, her house.

Oh, I don’t know…

I never felt more pathetic in my life.

There’s a woman, my mom’s colleague, who told me she regrets on making the biggest mistake of her life; of choosing to do statistics, boring and dull statistics but she was good at it and had better career prospects. Like me (or me according to her), her love is actually literature. However, she can’t imagine being an author, the struggle she has to go through before she achieves something.

She told me Cecelia Ahern (somehow now this woman is haunting my life, goddamn it!!) wrote her first best seller, PS I Love You when she was 21. I told her, Cecelia Ahern is the daughter of the former Irish Prime Minister whose father came into power when she was 15. Her background is privileged enough for her to go around trying to write books all day. She also comes from a European country, where people encourage you to do what you like. I come from Malaysia where making sure food is on the table is more important than doing what you like and can’t string words as nicely. Okay, I was lying for the last one; I have never read any of Ahern’s books even though I have one. I refuse to read it once I found out her privileged background.

I suppose if this lady used, I don’t know… Marian Keyes or Freya North, I wouldn’t be able to talk back. Her luck, I suppose, that she picked the sister-in-law of Nicky Byrne and to talk to someone who has a friend who was fanatically crazy over him…

A friend told me that Malaysiakini lost a writer in their English section and that I should apply for the job. Sadly, I don’t really read Malaysiakini. I am also not confident with my writing abilities and ability to write for an audience or report things. Heck, somehow I think that my only loyal reader is my dear friend, Faliq, who writes wonderfully. Do drop by his blog; you’ll know what I mean. On dropping by people’s blogs… Do drop by Rudi’s. He’s doing this amazing thing… helping straight men dress better. I do think you should stick to just men, Rudi. You’re too biased and ignorant for women’s fashion.

Somehow I think doing my law degree didn’t get the outcome that I expected. I ended up feeling less confident about my writing ability than I was when I did my A-Levels, I became less creative, I get scared of being judged… No longer the brazen 16 year old who questioned her teacher’s grammar and knowledge during her oral exam but a scared mouse that got bitten after getting such horrid marks for her first paper in University, which is in her transcript and haunt her life forever.

Several of my mother’s contacts have been “offering” me a job. What an awesome life I lead, eh? Amazing contacts who want me to work for them. On top of that, they didn’t even ask for my CV!! Oh my!!

Which is why it would be suicide for me to take up the offer. I know it’s crazy, but I rather work washing dishes (though I love washing dishes) or arranging stocks than work at any of those places. Not asking my CV shows just how they do not know my ability. They’re judging me according to the person they know; my mother. I’m light years from my mother. I was never best in my class, let alone my batch. How could I ever compete with that? I didn’t even get straight As for my SPM or A-levels. I doubt if England was like Australia, where you need to qualify and do another year for your honors, that would I get an honors.

Sigh. I sound like a spoilt brat who wants her cake and eat it. Sigh.

I really am pathetic. God!!

Categories: Narcissistic

Of wonderings…

August 20, 2008 Leave a comment

I’ve been reading The Tea House on Mulbery Street by Sharon Owens (finally!! After 3 years of wanting to read the book!! The gorgeous desserts. Oh my!!) for the pass 30 hours. Well, big gaps since I slept a lot. I don’t know why but I feel absolutely tired. I’m also trying to slow down my readings… Sometimes I’m confused as to which character is in which book and what not…

Located in Belfast, the story is not presented like your typical book. It has a lot of very short chapters, and a lot of characters. A very unusual way of presenting a story. And somehow, the characters seem to be having affairs left right and center.

The author seems to shade Belfast in a bad light in my opinion, which is rather unusual. Usually I find authors try to portray the location in such good light that I start doubting whether that said place is so great after all. Maybe that is why I seem to not like London, after all the hype I’ve read. However, I also know that since I absolutely hate KL, it is reasonable to hate a bigger and busier city like London…

Even though Belfast is the biggest city in Northern Ireland and second to Dublin for Ireland, it does seem small. Very suburb-y. The more I flip through the pages, the more I wonder… Will I love Belfast just as I did my alma mater city? Even though I’ve been to Dublin, I spent most of my time there sleeping (hahaha. Main reason why I went to such a boring country after all!!), so I don’t really know how big the city is. However, considering that I felt content there… I’m guessing it is not that big after all. And if that is the biggest city in Ireland…

I don’t know. Suddenly I feel a pang of regret for not making sure that I would be able to get the place for LLM. I know it is their fault for not responding to my mail, but I also know it is my fault for not emailing them earlier about how to go about filling the form. I could have done that earlier, but I was caught up with so many things.

Oh, I don’t know. I would love to study in Scotland for now; I still feel strongly for that. However, Scotland is dreadfully cold. And even though Belfast is in Northern Ireland, Ireland is a much smaller island than Great Britain is. Oh, I don’t know…

Somehow, slowly, I realize that I actually have fallen in love with the UK, gray weather and all. No surprise on liking the gray weather as I hate the sun so much.

I remember in my first year, when I went traveling in Italy, and when we arrived at London Stansted, I was thinking, “I’m home!!” and I really felt that way. A feeling that I never felt when I arrive in Malaysia.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m always happy when I arrive in Malaysia, with the variety of food and the cheap shoes I could get… However, it is a different feeling. Every time I fly back to England, I feel happy, relieved, free. Oh, I don’t know.

What I definitely know is that I miss the UK very much.

The saddest thing is that, I don’t know when will be the next time I go there.

Sigh.

August 19, 2008 1 comment

I’m back. I’m also ill and lazy.

I am also giggling waaayyyy too much. Scottish accent is just oh-so-adorable, even if I have to imagine it. Written Scottish accent is as hard to understand as one of those Ulster accents. Still, much cuter. Or at least, to me. Haha. I soooo want to study in Scotland now!!

I am ridiculously tired as well, even though I spent most of my time in the car and out of it sleeping. However, when you’ve spent your last 48 hours in 3 different states… It’s crazy!!

It was an absolute shock to find out that my cousin was getting married to someone who lives 15 minutes away from his brother’s wife’s home!! Amagad!! Like there’s no other place to get a perempuan melayu tulen. No other state but Terengganu would do, eh?

I’m just staring at my laptop… too lazy to get my external hardrive to watch Father Ted and laugh at the stupidity of the show. I miss watching it. Maybe I could watch Vicar of Dibley on youtube. OMG the guy the Vicar in the end married… Sigh. Can’t believe he’s English. Blek. Hahahah :P

I am still very the broke. Sigh.

At least I am happy that I nicked my cousin’s hantaran. How should I explain hantaran to non-Malay speakers now. Hmmm… Wedding gifts, shall we call it, given by the bride and groom to each other. Hmmm… Make sense? Ah well. Too bad then. My brain just died, I think. Okay, switched off for the mo’.

Amagad I want to study in Scotland!!!!

No scratch that; I want to live in Scotland. And have Shan live in Ireland so that I’ll have some place to stay when I go over to the neighboring island.

I don’t need to visit Wales and England. Hahahahaha :P

I know I’ll have a place in London, that’s a given. ;)

And congratulations for the wonderful news you gave me today, even if you had to pick a Catholic. Haha. You know who you are. ;)

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I’ll be gone

August 15, 2008 Leave a comment

… for a few days. I’m not sure when I’ll be back. Balik kampung, as we Malaysians would say. Going back to our home towns, or more like, our parents’. Or in my case, parent’s. Then, hopefully, I’ll be off to Kuala Terengganu; my cousin’s getting married to a girl from there. Need to wake up before 8 tomorrow as we’re leaving at 9am sharp. I elected myself as the unofficial photographer. Hee. Urgh… I feel like a flu is coming. My throat hurts and my nose refuse to stop running even though I spray Nasonex and take desloratadine. Urgh. I hate this feeling!! The headache and aches!! I want pholcodine… Bleurgh. Best cough mixture ever for me!! Except it makes me high and not let me go to sleep. Aih…

Oh well. Will try have an awesome time!! Don’t miss me too much ;)

East Coast, here I come!! Though the midlands first. See… I’m a true midlander. Owh, haven’t posted that jakun midlander post. Nyeh nyeh. If I ever go to US, I think I’ll stick to a midland state, yes? Heee.

The Birds and the Bees

August 15, 2008 Leave a comment

By Milly Johnson is making me giggle like a schoolgirl a bit too much. I admit that I bought it due to my Britain-sick state. I miss the UK… Okay not so much Northern Ireland since I’ve never been there… Let’s stick to Britain. Though UK is shorter… Ah let’s be specific but not too specific, shall we. ;)

Ahh… pick up the book or check it on amazon.com and you’ll know which part of Britain I’m swooning over.

Hahahaha. I want to go back!!!!

Forget the riddles, I don’t wanna study in Northern Ireland anymore!! I want to study in Scotland; a place where I actually find the accent cute, not confusing. All the shocked faces, do wipe it off. I know most people seem to prefer Irish over Scottish accent. Not me; I just gape at them wondering what they’re saying. Okay that’s me like… before March. Hah!! 17th March I had my confirmation that I can understand Irish accent. Now I can handle any accent, what with being able to understand the Scots and Irish. Damn it, I will make sure I get at the very least 7.5 for IELTS. Bring in any accent for the listening test, baby!!

I is very the cocky. Haha.

I don’t know. I just find Scottish accent just so bloody adorable. Haha. I don’t swoon, I suppose. At least I don’t get annoyed or gape with wonder. Hehehe. Yes, I giggle like a school girl usually. Hahaha.

I should check if LAN would accept if I do an LLM in Scotland instead. Heee.

Now Faliq, wouldn’t that be better? I’ll be in Britain instead of Ireland. ;) Though somehow I think it’ll take less time to fly to Belfast rather than a train to Edinburgh; cheaper even. Haha. However, you get to see loads of sheep on the way!!! :D

And I might just fulfill your “prophecy” of my getting married to a Scottish… what was it? Haha. Though lets hope that the other parts of your prophecy would not be fulfilled.

Urgh. Marrying a former Catholic.

Seriously!!!!!!

Like I said, I’m a Catholicist. Blek.

Oh oh!! This is soooooooo cool!!! Or more like, cool gila!! Hahaha. Just look at the skating!! *Jealous* Especially when Máiréad Nesbitt plays the fiddle. OMG. If they ever had Riverdance on Ice… I imagine it would be like that… except with much less hand movement, of course. Hahaha :P Oh, and the starting!!!!

I am broke

August 14, 2008 Leave a comment

I really am. Oh God. This is a horrible feeling. This is the very first time that I actually feel broke.

I overspent. I used even my ang pau which I planned to keep in a new savings account.

Yet I still wanted to buy some more shoes.

There were so many pretty shoes. OMG!! Arrggghhhhh!!!!

For the record, I’ve gone through almost half of my shoes that I’ve been keeping!! Been going out a lot. Though with my mom. Accompanying her here and there. And to the hospital. Must be the only person you know that goes to the hospital twice in a week, huh?

Found a pair of flats that would go well with my brown (urgh) Coach handbag. Brown as well. It’s super comfy, but there was no more black of my size. Sigh. So reluctantly I got the brown; it was 50% off. Explains why I got something I didn’t really like. Though I did think of my handbag. So now I have two brown items. Yeay!! I’m improving. God, next I’ll start dressing like Beda the brown color lover. Bleh. Haha. Nothing wrong with your dressing though, Beda. Just, not me.

I spent a grand total of RM567.35 today. Or at least, that would be what appears on the credit card bill for today. Not sure how much I spent on cash though…

Got my French for Dummies book. Going to check with the language school in front of my house when could I start and all. Man, I think I could only take a part time job, what with needing one day off every week to see my psychiatrist. Who thinks it is not a good idea to fast this year still, since I’m getting gastric back even with the PPI treatment that I went through last year… Ahh… My schedule would be jam packed.

I got a chick lit book, breaking my vow that I would not be getting a chic lit book. Well, I don’t really know how the book would be, but it was classified as chic lit by MPH. The Birds and the Bees by Milly Johnson. My missing Britain (haha guess which part :P ) made me buy the book. I have something against chic lits. They typically portray this high flying lifestyle as what sane women of the 21st century should want. Read the Shopaholic series by Sophie Kinsella; that kind. I can’t stand the Shopaholic series even though I loved her Can You Keep A Secret and The Undomestic Goddess (worst book to read if you’re a law student fearing you would fail one of your papers, in my opinion). I vowed not to ever read Cecelia Ahern’s book due to her rather privileged background; she’s the (edit: former; I thought only Britain changed their PM. Oh well *shrugs*) Irish Prime Minister’s (can’t pronounce the Irish term to save my life. I usually say it as “thosai“, like the Indian dish? Yeah, two race are going to kill me now) daughter. Okay, one of them anyway. Found out from a friend who was crazy over Nicky Byrne of Westlife. I remember her howling “how am I going to compete with someone who has a Prime Minister as her father?” Like she ever had a chance. *snorts* I always wondered why in the world would someone want to marry someone whom it’ll be almost impossible to understand? This said friend loved Cecelia Ahern, but quit reading her books after finding out she’s the sister of Mrs Byrne. Hilarious, I have to say. Hahaha. At least I don’t have a (or is it an?) Ahern in my book collection!! No more privileged authors in my book rack.

Which was why I requested them to open the wrapping of the book. After happily reading the biography of the author and that she didn’t really have a privileged background, I bought it.

I’m crazy in some ways.

I bought 3 pants… Okay two of them are actually sweatpants. Not those you wear to go out; just the last one. Haha. It’s more for my going back to see my grandma and aunt and such; they don’t like me wearing anything revealing, which includes shorts, baby-Ts and most of my tops. So I have hardly anything to wear, to be honest. Sigh. I love going back to the village, but it is just so troublesome that my taste doesn’t run the way they think it is appropriate to dress. Sigh.

I so want to get red streaks in my hair, but I can’t. All these cutting my hair to the point that there’s no curls, the shopping spree today… Everything is because I want to please my grandmother; to show her that I can be like the perempuan melayu tulen that she wants me to be. I know it is impossible, but hey, I’m trying!! I know it’ll be unlikely that I’ll done a hijab anytime soon, or wear more baggy pants and what not on a daily basis, but when I’m seeing her, I try to please her. After all, she brought me up.

Nevertheless, I still want to streak my hair!! Gahh!! I have to wait after Eid, I suppose. Then there would be a bigger gap before I go back home. It’s just that my hair looks so flat without streaks. Sigh.

Got shirts for work; if I do get a job. Hah!! All of them are 3-quarters. I could hardly find any long sleeved shirts!!!! Mostly are short sleeved; I thought it was absolutely ridiculous. However, thinking back last summer during my stint at the law firm, even the only female partner wore short sleeves to work. I just found it weird.

Okay I admit I bought more than one pair of shoes. Hehe. Bought a pair of flip flops for the wedding and a pair of–I can’t believe I got it even–a pair of silver… kitten heels? Pumps though. I don’t know why… Fell in love with it, and it was 50%!! Hahaha. Couldn’t resist.

Yes, I have never felt more broke in my life. And there were still sooooo many shoes that I wanted to get. Arrggghhhhh!!!!!

I soooooo need a job that pays loads of money!! I think I might have to ditch human rights and go into corporate if I want to indulge this habit of mine. Urgh. Definitely can’t specialize in those… War and refugee stuff. Imagine me running halfway across… I don’t know, East Jerusalem in my strappy heels, receiving a call from Faliq’s children asking me about weird things like, okay I forgot what things you would make me deal when you children ask you, Faliq. You need to remind me.

Still, just picture someone in ridiculous shoes running across the battlefield. That would be me alright. Me really nuts, my psychiatrist would straight away admit me to the psychiatric ward, no further questions asked.

Alive and kickin’

August 14, 2008 Leave a comment

Even though it might not seem like it. I know it’s been quite a few days since my last entry. Actually no, just one day gap. Hehe. Not that much but I have soooo many things to blog about, which is why I feel that I haven’t blogged since forever!! Heck, now that I think about it, I haven’t even written about my escapades before graduation. Heee.

I’m back to my horrible ways. Thank goodness. I lost my appetite last week when I was in Sarawak. Clearly, I must have been home sick. Hahaha. East Malaysia is so just not the place for me. I’m a Peninsular person; West Coast specifically. I doubt I’ll be able to survive in East Coast, to be honest. I would reserve that for holidays. And binge eating trips. Hehe. Me, binge eat, is just as likely as me getting drunk with alcohol (I have the very enviable ability to get drunk without alcohol. I just need the correct company ;) ). Still, it does feel like binge eating sessions to me. Ahhh… I want to go to Kuantan and eat awesome calamari!!!! Sotong!!!!!!!!! Nothing in West Coast could ever compete!!

The way I say these is as if the West Coast of Peninsular Malaysia just consist of Selangor. Hehehe.

Still, my horrible ways… eating Cadbury Bytes!!! Omigod!! It’s absolutely AWESOME!!!!!!! Hahaha. I miss it soooooo much!!! Haven’t had that since went back to England. I am still crazy over short bread though. God knows when I will stop being crazy over short bread; started when I was on my way to Durham; had no food with me except for the Irish short bread. Awesome gila. Hahaha. I miss using “gila” (literally crazy) after everything. Hehehe.

It’s so easy slipping back to the various Malaysian dialects/accent. It’s so cool. Hahaha. My cousin was impressed that I still haven’t lost my own unique dialect/accent (I really am not sure which it falls into. I know Kelantanese would definitely be a dialect, since they use their own terms. I don’t know whether the terms that I use is just from my area or if everyone knows it), which combines the dialect/accent of almost every Peninsular state, and now with a taste of… Sabahan? Tawau? dialect thanks to Vic.

My psychiatrist mentioned that I have a slight change in my accent too. And just like Malay, it’s a mixture. Hearing someone having a different pronunciation of a word would always make me confused with how should I pronounce the said word (Zaire comes to mind. I still have no idea how one should pronounce the word!! Gahh!!). I usually end up following the other person’s. Though thank goodness I still pronounce certain words the same… (Young comes to mind… Akk!!)

But damn!! I made bloody sure I didn’t change my accent!! I panicked, though she rushed and assured me, most of my pronunciation was still the same.

Though it is a good discovery, to find out that she has a sense of humor.

I also learned that once you’re an Irish celup, you would forever be one. Or maybe if you study medicine. I don’t know; seem to come across doctors only who have studied in Ireland. Okay that’s a lie. Still, blablabla.

Told her of my “fear” of calling Queen’s in case I couldn’t understand their super thick Northern Irish accent. Always wanting to know if my fears are founded, she asked me why. Told her it took my forever to understand one of my Irish tutors. Surprisingly, she responded with a super thick Irish accent.

I was rather surprised. She never laughed at any of the silly things I said. I sometimes worry if she even has a sense of humor.

Now I can put my worry to rest. Also, she is my psychiatrist, not the other way round.

Ahh… nice to see her again.

One of her students amused me. A different bunch, so I didn’t really mind. If I do mind, I’ll just kick them out like I usually do with the other specialists (except for my ENT, whose student would usually be the one spraying my nose). One of them… I saw from the corner of my eyes, that he kept nodding after every single of my sentence. It’s just so funny. And somehow I could actually see him being a psychiatrist in the future. Very attentive. Or maybe not… Maybe he just nods to assure the patient he’s listening when he’s fantasizing about a car he wants to buy or something.

It sucks when it is possible you would be allergic to your medication. Heck, I get queasy stomach with my anti-histamines anyway!! It is quite ridiculous, the amount of allergies I have. I really hope that I would be able to get these meds. My GP in England told me not to take a 25mg of amitriptyline if possible; I might not be able to take it due to my ibuprofen allergy. And my dear hospital only has the 25mg tablets. Nooo!!! Those meds are awesome okeh!! Or at least, when I was in England it is. Still, it helps with my headaches and stuff. Lets hope the combination in Malaysia is different from England…

Sometimes I sound like I did pharmacy instead of law for my first degree. Seriously… Tsk tsk.

Still, looking at my mom’s medication, nothing crosses my mind. Hahaha. I’m just an expert with my own meds. Nothing more. Hehe.

Though… I would be out of my nose spray before I can see my ENT. And since I haven’t taken any meds from them for over a year, they don’t dare giving me a prescription without me seeing my ENT. Damn!! I suppose at times like this I would need to use my mom’s connections to the university… :P Sigh… why was I stupid enough to not request a prescription from England and ask them to give me here? Bleh.

Oh, one thing I realize about psychiatrists/ therapists/ counsellors… They don’t really care what other experts say in a referral letter. They would always ask me to tell them what’s going on and what not. I requested the health center to provide a letter to my psychiatrist on my medications… She believed me without even seeing the letter. Quite surprising. I mean, my developments over the year wasn’t really on the letter anyway… So I can understand her wanting to know it from me directly. Plus, things change quite fast anyway. I just find it… interesting.

I hate doctors that can’t speak the language they choose to communicate with a patient fluently. It makes horrible bedside manners!! It demotivates the patient and a lot of miscommunication could happen. From experience, I hate the MO I saw on Monday. Absolutely hate him. He seem to believe that you can control your thoughts 100%. Thank goodness he’ll be a butchering surgeon instead of a psychiatrist!!

Wrote some stuff when I was waiting for my surgery appointment… But too lazy to type. Wrote quite a number of silly things while I was in Sarawak… also too lazy to type it. Will do tomorrow, maybe. I typed something while I was on the plane, but I can’t find the stupid file. Bleh.

I think I’ll continue with the news on myself tomorrow. Oh, after shopping. Need to shop for some presentable but not tiny clothes to wear for my cousin’s wedding. Well, not really for the wedding. For the times not during the wedding. Am I even making sense? Bleh.

Gonna shop for, you guessed it!! Shoes!! Especially shoes!!

Hahahahahaha :P

Shoes, shoes shoes

August 11, 2008 Leave a comment

10th August 2008 @ 11.45pm

I wrote this entry. Was too lazy to switch on the computer again. And I am amazed, that my writing really slops downwards even though it slants to the left. Man, I really want to get my writing analyzed to find out my personality!! It always intrigues me when I see a writing similar to mine, and I’ll try observe the said person, hoping to understand myself.  Maybe I should scan my writing and show to the world. Heee.

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I must be mad. Seriously mad.

On one look, if you don’t really know me, you would think that it is my kind of heels. Stilettos. I finally started buying them after all these years of avoiding them. I still love stack heels though; my first love. Haha. Still, the thickness would be one inch sideways and one cm max; I hate chunky heels. I hardly buy wedges anymore. Bleurgh. Hate them now. My mom kept telling me how uncomfortable stilettos are when I was younger.  She’s soooo wrong!! It’s not the heels that determine the comfort of the shoes but the soles. I have quite a few uncomfortable 1-inch heels that she pushed me to get.

Nonetheless, this particular pair is so not me. It’s an open-toed patent heel. As if the fact that it is patent is not enough, it is open-toed!!! Urgh. I hate them!! My brains and sanity–what little I have anyway–must have fled when I bought them.

It must have been the fact that it was 50% off. There are no other reason for such a stupid buy.

Arrggghhhhh!!! I hate myself!!

I admit that I love the T-strap. Still!! It’s not enough!!

Gahh!! Now I have a pair of stupid open-toed patent heels.

I’ll repeat it as many times as I want. I am absolutely pissed with myself.

And the stupid thing was that I remember wanting to buy it. Heck, I even hid it in my handbag to avoid my mom knowing!!

Gahh!!

I hate myself!!

What I’ve realized these past few days…

August 9, 2008 Leave a comment

7th Aug 2008 @ 23:17 MYT

On English:

The fact that someone may have

- Did/doing/will be doing a degree—may it be Bachelors, Masters or PhD—in an English speaking university(may it be Canadian, American, British, Irish, Singaporean, Australian, etc);

- Received/ will be receiving a first class honors degree (or the equivalent to the other education systems and degrees);

- Been accepted to Oxbridge or any of the Ivy Leagues;

- Been accepted to Oxford to do a BCL (somewhat more impressive than being accepted for just any course in Oxford);

- Graduated from Oxbridge or any of the Ivy Leagues;

- Wrote their PhD thesis in English; or

- Published various books in English (this, to be honest, is the worst way to judge someone’s language ability);

- Or whatever other qualities one would think someone would have that might mean the person has fluent English;

Does not guarantee that the said person speaks fluent English. It is rather disappointing.

Oh, I didn’t meet someone who hit every single “requirement” I listed out above.

On economists:

They really love assuming things. It happens so often that the jokes are no longer funny.

On Oxbridge graduates:

They’re just so bloody cocky!! They would never ever impress me anymore. Heck, it would take much more than telling me where you graduated from to impress me. Though, if you’re so great, why couldn’t you tell me which college made you pay those ridiculous fees before they let you in?

On overseas graduates:

We can be just as ignorant as the supposedly ignorant local graduates. You really can’t generalize. Every education system has its pros and cons.

And we’re an impatient bunch. Though it is applicable to the majority of Malaysians. Oh, impatient on government making “better” policies, which success would be ignored when it is achieved, as we would be too busy in trying to dig out the other many failures of the government.

On living in East Malaysia:

I wouldn’t be able to survive. Any place in Peninsular is still better than East Malaysia. I admit that I’m a snob in this case. Of course, preferably I would be able to stay on the west coast…

Seriously, I’m bored out of my mind. I watch the news to entertain myself!! I’m so sorry my Sabahan and Sarawakian friends. I’m a mainland person. I doubt I can live on an island (Continues to ignore the fact that Britain is an island).

On where I grew up:

I still feel annoyed when people ask if I’m from KL. I’m from Selangor and I’m proud of that. I may have been born in HKL (Hospital Kuala Lumpur), but all the growing up was done in Selangor. And Pahang; parts of it when I balik kampung.

I hate being associated with KL. I have no idea why. The weirdest thing is that I have more right to say that I am from KL more than most people who actually admit they do, since where I’m staying is separated from KL by only a highway…

On people’s reaction when I reluctantly tell them that I graduated with a law degree:

People would always tell me that I should:

- Practice; or

- Practice corporate law (big emphasis there); or

- At least get called to the Bar—whatever the route I choose to take is up to me; or

- Be a black and white wearing, briefcase carrying, court going advocate (after being called to the bar, of course); or

- Do an accounting degree or a professional accounting course (ACCA, etc);

- Or just the professional accounting course; or

- Try to do an internship with a corporate law firm; or

- Get a job in a company as a legal advisor, or

- Get a job at an accounting firm, or

- Whatever that has to do with the corporate world.

Seriously, do these people really think that only the corporate world offers money? And do they think only money is what is important? Heck, if money was the thing I’m after, life would be much easier. I would have taken the route they’re telling me to instead of taking time off to think!!

Every time I say that I do not want to practice law, and especially not corporate law, they look at me as if I’m senile. “Aiyaa, girl, how will you get a job then? How are you going to put food on the table?”

Really, do you think only the corporate sector provides income?

On being an activist:

I know that it is definitely impossible for me to be one. After meeting several, I see how much they believe in their cause; they can see no wrong in what they believe in.

I’m just too cynical to be an activist. I can’t believe in anything wholeheartedly like those people do.

On Kelantanese:

They really do speak with a Kelantanese accent even when they speak English. It’s really interesting to finally meet someone who really does that. And it is amusing to hear him complain about people not being able to speak “proper” English when his English is not that proper after all. Heee.

On counseling/ therapy:

I really miss them. I’m glad I’ll be having one next Wednesday. I am not looking forward to my surgery appointment, though. If only they have a calling system that I could make sense of… then I’ll be able to entertain myself in the orthopedic clinic, people watching. It is the most crowded clinic of them all.

On the soles of my feet:

Goddamn it!! The skin there grows with alarming speed!! They are back to their horrible thickness again!! Will be shaving them again when I get back home. Will see how many cuts I’ll endure this time!!

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Random stuff…

August 9, 2008 1 comment

Which is not really that random…

I do realize that the most often term that I see on the “Top Searches” column is “Wacky Woolies”. Wonder how surprised are those people to find out that I never lived in Ireland or that they get a link full of weird things. And jeez… Carrolls have a website after all. Surely they could find that link before finding mine?

Ahhh… I see that the Irish gift shop is not as popular as I thought it is… I am the 4th link that appears… And Carrolls… is not even on the first page??? OMG. Hahaha.

Maybe I should be kind enough as to put Carrolls’s (okay I’m not sure how should I apostrophe this. Any helpers? I’m not even sure if the surname is Carrolls or it is already plural. Hmmm… Apostrophe is the most complicated punctuation!!) link in my “Likes” page to help them be able to find where to get them?

Alright, I’m feeling nice. Fine, I know just a few hours ago I was on the verge of boycotting Ireland and Sarawak. However, suddenly sanity seeped in and told me how silly it would be to be boycotting alone. Though I have done that before; boycotting stuff alone. Haha. And who knows, they might even send me Wacky Woolies cups that I so very the wanted but got the Black Sheep one instead. Black shamrock butt sheep. Like Chombee Mumba, except Chombee has white wool (with green and orange scarf. Damn proud of her origin, she is).

I have yet to name Chombee’s white thistle butt Scottish cousin. It’s definitely a girl, since she looks so sweet. Eeyore is always eying her butt, wanting to eat off the thistle. Now now Dee… Don’t think dirty. Urgh. Considering your age… I still can’t believe how your mind works.

Something altogether not related to Wacky Woolies and sheep…

I’m fumingly angry with my Malay upbringing. Just absolutely hating it. Hate hate hate hate hate it. And I can’t even say why. I know why, but I just can’t bring myself to say it. I have no problem with it making me sound cruel and cold hearted.

I also hate a lot of Malay culture. I could never ever be proud of the fact that I am Malay. I see too many flaws.

I’m also not proud of the fact that I am Chinese. I see their flaws as well, too much too often.

And yet when people advocate for having a bangsa Malaysia, I would reject the idea whole heartedly. I told a friend that I would be shouting on top of my lungs on some higher ground so that people can hear why do I think it is such a horrible reason; and why it would breach our human rights and just how many.

I absolutely hate the fact that the Malays seem to believe that the young have to respect the elder but the young should not even think of expecting the elder respecting them. The elder could treat them like dirt if they see fit. Hurt their emotions and all… just go on… Just keep destroying what little self-respect they have.

God, I wish I could just say no this once.

I am turning into her, somewhat. A self sacrificing person.

Quite a number of people have pointed out that I seem to be doing that a lot.

Yet she would never see it that way.

I’ll always always always fall waaayyyyyy below her expectations.

To the point she no longer bothers to expect anything.

God, I want to just leave this house. Maybe I should just struggle and do a professional accounting degree and just go into accounting. Easy money.

It scares the hell out of me how cocky I am when it comes to accounting. I’m like, dead sure I will get it.

This is what happens when you manage to self-teach yourself accounting, and getting high results when you manage to find an accounting lecturer to mark your work.

I should have done accounting. Safe, boring accounting.

Then everything would be different.

Life would be easier, I suspect. I would be able to run. From nowhere to nowhere.

But at least I would have a healthy bank account…