will update soon but am on battery. laptop dying. Sorry for long quiet.

even caps going haywire coz scared will die soon.

tata

Attention Malaysian Censorship Board

Could you please explain to me, how in the world did the classification for the movie Twilight started off with being rated as 18PL, and then drop to PG-13, and dropped again to being U, through out the screening of the show in Malaysia?

Seriously, I am wondering how did that happen.

I thought you guys were bonkers when the movie was rated 18PL. The trailler might have implied it, but any idiot who read the book (and I have to say there must have been many; myself included. I have always known I was one. My alma mater didn’t, though) would have known it is not the case.

Please do explain how it from being rated the most youngsters-unfriendly to be all-age-friendly in less than 2 months.

And while you’re doing that, do explain how House Bunny became to be classified as U.

Thank you very much.

Yours sincerely,
Extremely Confused Malaysian

Wishing you

A very Happy Christmas!!

I haven’t even started with my presents for my family; cookies.

Coz there’ll be too many of them; don’t know what to get them.

So, cookies.

However, being so busy, I have yet to bake them.

That is also why I haven’t been blogging. So busy!!!!

Might even need to work tomorrow, if I finish baking on time.

Aaaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!!

Will I be able to finish baking on time?

Maybe I should stay up tonight

Run on caffeine.

Hmmm…

I miss…

Studying sciences.

Biology especially, but at least my doctors enjoy humoring me when I ask them questions.

I love my psychiatry tutorial that my psychiatrist gave me during the previous before last appointment. I saw her students scribbling away on their notepad and I wish I could have done the same.

So here’s a lolcat law of physics:

more animals

Oh, and I also miss Wheetabix mini with the chocolate inside. Care to post it from Britain, anyone?

I used Britain; which means I include those in Wales!!!!

Snowman suicides

I realize that I haven’t sent all my Snowman Suicide Christmas cards. I feel horrid. It is soooo late already. And I haven’t even gotten the cards I want to send to my former tutors. I knoowww!!! So horrible!! Arrgghhhh!!! So tomorrow I definitely need to make time to go to 1Utama and get that gorgeous card that I gave to my personal tutor. I’m sending everyone that!! It’s just so pweedeeee!!!!

And I am sooooooo in lust over the new MacBook!!!! Waaahhhh!!! I waaannnttt!!! And so environmentally friendly too!!

I want a black MacBook. No white for me!

And the 2.4GHz one because it has illuminated keyboard!!! OMG OMG OMG!!!

OMG Twilight has made me so obsessed over the silly things in the movie; Bella’s MacBook, the Score, the original soundtrack, the unacceptability of Bella wearing leggings and tennis shoes to prom… Everything but the supposedly “perfect” Edward and the actor playing it.

But really, how am I supposed to think he looks perfect when I think he looked so much better playing Cedric Diggory?

Probably the “loyalty” to Diggory, I suppose.

I hate Harry Potter; the character.

Man, I feel like I should have screamed when the puuurrdeeeeeeeee MacBook came on screen.

It really was the prettiest thing in the WHOLE movie. Even the vampires looked ridiculous next to it.

To me anyway!!

Hahahahahaha

Arrrggghhhh!!! I want a MacBook!!!!!!

6k is just so expensive man. I need to work!!! I need an actual job!!

Fine!! Will be hunting for one soon!!

Hope the recession wouldn’t hit Malaysia till I get a job!!

Or maybe I should wait patiently till the prices of everything crashes. Muahahaha.

This is such a bimbotic post. Just that I am not ogling a guy but a gadget. Hahahaha.

Cabbies

Monday marked the first day I decided to actually even consider driving somewhere.

Actually, second. But let’s assume it is the first, since I didn’t actually drive on that first time.

Ok fine; I didn’t drive to where I was considering to drive anyway.

I was considering to drive to Amcorp Mall, where I was to meet my new bosses. Haha. One of them is really… You wouldn’t be able to imagine he’s your boss.

The best thing is that this guy reads my blog. Ah well. Too bad wei. I’ve said it. I don’t like to backspace; just like I don’t like breaking.

The sky was gray, so I was worried that it might rain while I was waiting for a cab. However, I manage to get ready fast enough and got a cab. Oh, and it didn’t rain in the end. Just looked as if it was going to.

Got this really friendly uncle; he was chatting away. However, the topic was quite serious; he was talking about how I should be more careful with my handbag; need to avoid snatch thieves and all. He said that he would usually stop for a girl with a handbag as he doesn’t want them to wait too long for a cab and expose themselves longer to danger.

He also made a speech on how I should only travel during the busy times. Well, not too busy, but not during the deserted times, so that people would be around if something happens.

Just in case, what with the rise of rape cases.

Or so he says anyway. I don’t know; I skip those articles in the newspaper. Too depressing la. And also, I don’t know… Like the law of attraction says, the more you think about it, the more likely it might happen to you. And these people would usually try to get a scared victim than a confident one who would stare at them when they come to you.

They always want an easy victim and a higher probability of not being caught, after all.

So, I suggest, while you’re walking, stare hard at the people that are around you. Or just be aware; make them know that you’re looking around, and possibly could recognize them if need be later on.

The uncle emphasized on not to underestimate yourself, especially when it comes to rapists’ choice of victim. Especially since what they really want is just sex; so long as you have a vagina, they’re alright with it. Whatever your age, they’ll take.

He told me of this customer he had once. Another customer asked him to pick her up to go to the airport early in the morning. He woke up a little early, but decided that he might as well go there and wait for the customer.

It was 5 in the morning. He saw a lady in her forties on the side of the road he was on, alone, waiting for a cab. On the other side of the road was a busstop, and there was a lad of a certain nationality, in his early twenties. He crossed the road and made his way to the lady, when the uncle honked. The lad asked the lady something and walked away, and the lady got into the uncle’s cab.

The uncle asked what did the lad talked to her about, and she responded that he was asking where was the nearest busstop. Rather a weird question considering you were already at a busstop, don’t you think?

So the uncle scolded her; how could she not care about herself and what was she doing so early in the morning.

The lady’s reply was “I’m already so old, who would want me?”

OMG.

I was so shocked. Doesn’t she know that sex addicts and rapists don’t care whether you’re sexually attractive or not? So long as you have the right instruments, they don’t care.

My god…

After finishing his tale, he asked me those simple pleasantry questions; where I am from, what do I do, blablabla. And amongst those, am I Chinese?

Cabbies really like asking me this. I don’t know why. I can understand it when I speak in Malay; since I look Chinese but talk Malay like how a Malay would…

This guy said the most laughable thing (then anyway) to me; that I was pretty.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

My God!!

Well, he said “oh, got Chinese blood eh? No wonder you so pretty” (sic).

When I got out of the cab, I was thinking… yeah, only my blood is Chinese. The rest is Malay; heart, liver, eyes, bones, skin…

Heee.

And when I was going back, the cabbie told me that I should be a singer because I had a strong, nice voice.

Hahahahahaha.

My voice is nice. What a joke!!

Dum dee dum.

Hahaha.

I drove that night after I saw how secluded Jalan Duta was. Just to practice. And had annoying drivers giving me the finger when I checked my blindspots and mirrors and saw no one. Just because I messed up his “groove” (like the Emperor’s New Groove groove?). Rude bastard. And another idiot; just because he drives a bigger car, doesn’t mean he can weeve in and out of traffic!! I mean, how impatient could you be to wanna cut the line in a bloody tunnel??? You’re willing to risk your life to save a few seconds? Goodness!! Good thing my car’s pick up is a little bit slow (some semi-automatic crap I don’t really understand). Bleargh.

During my many driving sessions (or should I say getting lost sessions?), I thought about a new swear word that I could call these annoying drivers.

I came up with seribabi jadian; the Malay word for “werewolf” is serigala jadian; babi is pig, serigala is wolf. I combined the two, but since wolf had 4 syllables, I thought just use the whole word for pig. In a way it also means beautiful werepig since seri means beautiful; a kind of beautiful anyway.

However, seribabi jadian is very very ugly. It is a huge hairy pig, and is more disgusting than normal pig.

How stupid can you be, to make a bargain with the devil to be a hairy pig.

Yeah, that’s how stupid those drivers are.

On werewolves… while I was watching the 5 Harry Potter movies with my cousin, in the third movie… Where Remus Lupin changes into a werewolf? And Sirius Black turns into a dog and fights with it/him?

Reminded me of Van Helsing. The thingy about how Dracula could only be killed by a werewolf or something?

The actor who plays Sirius Black, Gary Oldman, was Dracula once; in Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

How interesting, eh?

Air Kota???

My aunt came on Sunday… after sending one of my cousins to her rented home at the area where she’s studying. She’s doing accountancy, so I guess she’ll be the first professional instead of me, since I don’t plan to practice law. Hee.

I didn’t know that she was coming with her eldest and youngest son, with the former bringing along his family as well.

And of course, my youngest cousin; she has to be brought. Refuses to be left at home, regardless whether it is her father or mother going away. Only exception is when my uncle goes to work.

The eldest son has 2 daughters, the first just two years younger than her youngest aunt and the other 3 years younger. Admire their aunt to bits; would follow just about anything that their aunt does.

Apparently, the said aunt told them how she tortured a fellow aunt (yours truly is the said aunt, in case you’re wondering) to watch all 5 Harry Potter movies the day before they arrived at our hometown. My mother and I left about an hour after they arrived; wanted to beat the KL rush hour.

And regardless of the fact that they, too, don’t speak or understand English, they wanted to watch the movie.

And kids being kids… Not being able to pronounce things correctly still, and added to the fact that they speak so fast… Harry Potter manage to turn into “air kota”. It is Malay; air means water, kota means… city, I guess? Mother is hoarding the Malay-English dictionary now.

Interesting, huh?

Oh, I manage to convince them to go to bed instead of watching such scary movies.

I am relieved that they’re finally comfortable around me. When I first met them during my cousin’s wedding, they were rather scared. After all, I doubt the elder one would have been able to remember me nursing and burping her when she was a wee 2 month old baby. And it was the first time I met the younger one.

And to not have been able to see my older nieces and nephews for 3 years. Oh my!! How they have grown!!

I feel old…

Hahahaha.

And it doesn’t help that there’s a guy in a batch below me has gotten married and another girl got engaged to be married after graduation!!

My my…

I feel like a spinster…

Hahaha.

I found it!!!

Hahahahahahahahahaha!!

Twilight: The Score, baby!!!

Downloading it now. Nyeh nyeh nyeh.

Aaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So excited!!!!!!

Hahahahahaha.

Yes yes, I am obsessed. Hahahahaha.

Lets hope it is really the score, not the OST yet again.

OMG OMG OMG.

Heeee.

I don’t really have a choice; seriously!! It is not available in the shops in Malaysia. C’mon!! And it’ll be too late to buy on amazon.co.uk and get it posted to Ireland for Fatin to bring back for me since she’s coming back on the 23rd…

OMG Lynn Hilary!!!!

Aaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

*shouts like an idiot*

Edit: OMG it is really the score!!! Hahahahahahaha

I am the happiest person alive at this second. I love Carter Burwell!!

Druggie

I think the author of this secret was high when he typed it out and pasted it on the picture.

Because, for the life of me, I can make sense of what he’s trying to say.

I think, what he is trying to say that is if (s)he was Edward Cullen, (s)he would suck the heroin’s blood out of her body and never let it in again… Though the latter part is a bit hard to understand… Could you put back people’s blood in once you’ve sucked it out? I mean… it’s not as if you extract it like the blood donation thingies and would be able to transfuse it back… right? And wouldn’t that be even more so for vampires? And especially one that craves her blood so much?

And don’t you think it is interesting that Edward likens her blood to heroin? And that she is the heroin of the story/movie/saga/etc?

Heeee.

Playing those… Well, we know that heroin makes one high… Sense of euphoria and all…

Now, if I was Edward, I wouldn’t crave Bella’s blood/heroin so much because I know… there’s a cheaper and more easily available drug which is legal and an over the counter drug that I could get high on; pholcodine!!!

Hahahahahahaha.

Damn!! I miss that cough mixture!!

And to think that the GP gave me because it has a mild sedative effect that might help me sleep as well as stop my coughing!!

Hahaha. It just stopped the cough but made me high, waayyy too excited over everything and I couldn’t sleep. At all. I think I was awake for almost 4 whole days when I collapse and slept for 15 over hours straight.

Crazy, I know.

Still, I miss the drug. And I stupidly have kept forgetting to ask my doctors if pholcodine is available in Malaysia. It is definitely not available in normal pharmacies, that I know.

Damn!! I miss Boots!!!!!!

Waaahhhhh!!!!!

On the topic of boots, I would love a pair of Oxfords!! Not booties though; I think they look silly, somewhat. No idea why.

Advertisement

Okay not really an advert. Just felt like calling it. Because it is a bit unrelated to everything I will be saying. Oh, related, a bit, I think.

Okay will be related lah!!!

I wanna watch Twilight again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Or should I say I want to listen to Twilight again.

Why listen?

Coz I just found a list of the songs, according to the order of appearance in the movie!!!!

I wanna go watch and see if it’s true!!!!

And to hear Carter Burwell’s masterpiece again; the Score.

Hahaha.

I actually wanted to purchase the CD alright!! Not just download it!!

Okay fine, it is also partly because I can’t download it since I keep getting the OST songs instead.

Not that I don’t like the OST!! I love it!! I would love the movie better if they took everything out from it and just leave the songs.

Hahahahahahahahaha.

However, I can’t find any record shop in Malaysia that actually sells the Score.

I even checked at Tower Records, and they said that there was no such thing.

No such thing!!!!!!

WTF?

How dare he imply I was making it up!!!

Okay Faliq. Yes yes. I am just making out reasons to watch the movie. Yeah yeah. How better to fantasize wanting to wash Robert Pattinson, right?

Oh, did I mention that I have Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on my computer?

Don’t you find Cedric Diggory just adorable?

A note to myself: Don’t listen to the whole OST while driving!! No Supermassive Black Hole by Muse because thanks to your A-levels transport gang, you will unintentionally press the accelerator more. Not that it is within the limit without it anyway. And no Never Think by Rob Pattinson; you’ll just fall asleep since it seem to be stronger than taking Stilnox when you can’t sleep (though the best combination to have a good night sleep is to combine that song with Bella’s Lullaby and Flightless Bird, American Mouth ).

Blackout

You really wouldn’t want that to happen on your engagement celebration.

However, that’s what happened at the engagement of my mother’s friend’s daughter. There was an overload of the use of electrical appliances that the fused got burnt. Is that how you say it? The bulb getting burned? Oh well. It got short-circuited, how about that?

At first, I thought it was some special effect or what not; that the boy’s side was coming soon, so they want it dark ladida.

I was wrong; they didn’t want a romantic setting after all. Hehehehe.

Or maybe they did; the white lights were off. Only the yellow lights were used. Oh well.

I am not going to talk about the party, regardless of the title of this post.

I am going to talk about how I had to suffer baking cupcakes for the ceremony. Sucks, really, especially since I don’t really like the girl, and she was mean to another of my mother’s friend’s daughter. They share the same name, and when someone asked her if she (the one who is only engaged now) knows how to contact the other girl, she said, “oh you mean the ugly one” (okay loosely translated). The other is now married, by the way. She’s on the plum side (ok fine she is overweight), but she has nice features and is really nice. I like her.

This one, I don’t really like her. She makes me feel like a kid and always seem condescending. And she’s not that pretty either. Both are dark, and fine she’s slimmer. However, she has small tiny eyes; Chinese eyes with Malay skintone is really not that nice. In fact, her eyes are smaller than mine. I thought that her fake eyelashes that she wore overwhelmed her eyes. But who am I to say eh?

Oh, yeah, didn’t stop me.

Hahaha.

So I had to make cupcakes. I won’t go into the reason why since I just discovered that someone reads this blog and could just slip it to my mother my complains. Bleh. I really think English Universities should give their academics more work. What is this man; they read crappy blogs and facebook all the time. Tsk tsk.

At first, I was supposed to just bake the cupcakes. Imagine my horror when my mother’s friend told me that my mother agreed that I would frost the thing as well.

WTF????

The only time I’ve done the frosting was for Shan and Fatin’s birthday cake which they didn’t get to taste owing to their being in another continent and half way across the world from me… And that was ugly!!!

Urgh. It was so annoying!!!

And it wasn’t easy!!

Amni, you’re the only person I would do cupcakes for apart from her; coz I won’t be able to take it!! Cakes fine, but not cupcakes. I’ll go bonkers.

I don’t know how those people in +wondermilk have the patience to do that day in day out. But I guess they actually enjoy it.

Maybe I might enjoy it if I was doing it for someone I actually like; my own friend preferably. Then at least it would be labor of love or something.

This… and not getting paid for it.

Seriously man.

Bleargh.

Getting lost in KL

So, yesterday I got lost in KL, as I’ve mentioned yesterday.

I hate the stupid 1-way roads and the lack of U-turns junctions for you to go back the way you came from.

Seriously; do they think people would just naturally know where the things are? It’s not as if the road signs are perfect anyway!!

Initially, I wanted to take a cab and look around at the roads that they take to get there. However, 3 cabbies said no to me, citing “Jalan Duta is too deep into KL” (translated, of course) for them to go and get back here. It’ll be impossible for them to be able to find customers that would wanna get to PJ again.

Feeling ridiculously pissed–especially since I waited in vain for my parcel (they came at 9.20, when I told the dude to come after 10. I was showering!! How am I supposed to hear the doorbell?) for 2 plus hours and almost another hour just to get 3 rejections from the available cabbies–I marched back home and got the car keys. Fine, I can do this, I thought to myself, and repeated my silly mantra (still not telling). I thought to myself, “I know how to get to Jalan Semantan; I should be fine”. I checked Google Maps the day before and saw that the road was reasonably straight forward.

Of course, what you see on the map is ridiculously different from what you actually see in real life.

The road signs, for one, will be impossible to find, especially on main roads. They just assume that when you drive, you know exactly where you’re going.

So I took the wrong turning and ended up going towards the city centre. Having hated even accompanying my mom when she drives into KL, I never actually concentrated how to go about in the city centre. I thought, I would just take the LRT every time I wanted to go into KL and get a cab from there.

I regret having that attitude now. Sigh.

When round and round the place; so long I saw a road sign for Jalan Duta, I followed. However, in the middle of it, I wouldn’t be able to find another road sign that tells me where to go to get to Jalan Duta.

And in the middle of things–I have no idea where I was; just that I was in KL–I saw a bus that had “Arkib Negara” (National Archive) painted on it. I followed the bus, only to be lead to the main bus terminal in KL for you  to  the other states.

Then, I just randomly drove around and managed to somehow get back to Damansara, where I made the right turning into Jalan Semantan and got onto some highway, and got me towards the right direction to Jalan Duta.

I missed the turning twice; the first because I didn’t consider the National Archive to be in the “Government Complex” (okay it really wasn’t), and when I passed the turning (I was on the highway and there was no way I could actually get to that road, since it had a divider), I saw the sign to the National Archive.

Arrrggghhh!!!

However, good thing that nearby, there was a roundabout. I made the turning, and there was a junction to get to the Government Complex… so I took it.

And went around Taman Duta, where the houses were huge and beautiful but the roads horrid. Loads of potholes. Seriously, don’t the residents there care about their expensive cars or do they have so much money they can’t be bothered? Seriouslyyyyy!!!

So I went around for nothing, because the road wasn’t connected somehow there.

I decided, fine, I’ll make the huge round I had to make.

Got lost while making the round.

Seriously man!! I hate driving in KL!!!!!!!!

No way am I working in KL itself. Unless in Damansara there. Not in the city centre. I will cry every morning if I drive to work.

Seriously.

And when I got there, it was like 3-something already, since I only left the house sometime after 1pm.

I only manage to familiarize myself with the place then. And then I left at about 4.30 to avoid the rush hour. I was scared if I might just lose it and hit the other cars and my mother will kill me due to the insurance that need to be paid and to cause an accident with the 3 month old car.

While driving, I was still angry. So I thought… why don’t I go watch a silly movie?

At first I thought of Cicakman, a Malay movie. Translated, is Geckoman; but we Malaysians call geckos lizard instead. So I am sure the translation would be Lizardman.

Unless the transformation I observed while I was watching Twilight caught on, it should be Lizardman.

Oh, I didn’t realize the translation in Space Chimps though. Too lazy. I just watched it, and since it was an enjoyable movie, I didn’t bother reading the subtitles.

It was… something.

Hahaha.

I enjoyed the movie.

Am too lazy to tell you the story; don’t wanna spoil it.

I understand the feeling that Ham the 3rd go through. Totally.

Still, being a clown is not an option for me.

Oh well.

Do watch!! Highly recommended!!

Catching up

Well… I know people would end up reading this post last; too bad anyway.

Just got back after I narrowly missed the rush hour, I think. Though to think about it, I don’t think it would be much of a rush hour on the route that I take. Still, better than nothing!!

I still hate driving.

Anyway, at first I thought of just updating with one ridiculously long post; decided against it. There’s so many crap to write but I don’t know how to connect it together, since they are quite independant. All the driving has made my brains go overload with my “writing”, since I can’t actually read a book.

Current book reading is a Malaysian History book… Because for the life of me, I can’t remember so many things. Not good trying to find out information on events that you have no memory about.

Please don’t judge/fire me because of that confession, Graham. I am actually doing something about it!!

So… Many many post to come up… Though since I set my blog to have so many posts before it goes to the previous pages… Well… Less clicking to be done, eh?

The main reason I did that was because I have sucky internet connection and am too lazy to wait for things to load again and again. I rather wait longer but have everything loaded at one time. Heee.

Oh, and I will be writing with no particular order; what comes first would be what I write (or should I say type?) first.

Dehydrated

It is my fault, I know that.

I forgot to bring a bottle of water with me. I left it on my mother’s car.

Ridiculously silly, I know.

Can’t believe it myself.

So now I am having a bitch of a headache thanks to that.

I’ll explain in a later post; currently I’m just trying to kill time without thinking much.

Today I spent most of my day driving around KL. The cab drivers refused to drive me to Jalan Duta, where the National Archives is located. They declared that it was “too deep into KL” and it would be almost impossible to get someone who wants a cab there.

While I was lost in that area, I wasn’t surprise; every house had at least 3 cars.

I made the wrong turning when I was near Seksyen 17; the spaghetti of roads… So I didn’t enter Jalan Semantan like I was supposed to. If I did, it would have been so easy.

So I ended up going around for so long. Sigh. Three times I round the place. Seriously it was so boring!!

At one point I saw a bus which was like the bus for the National Archives. So I followed it.

I ended up in Pudu; a bus station. Urgh!!

And when I was finally on the right course, it took me another 3 times to actually get the junction right; Taman Duta is one complicated place. Seriously.

By the time I got there, I only had enough time to look around and familiarize myself with it somewhat.

Sigh.

Okay partly my fault since I wanted to avoid the rush hour, I left at 4. However, by that time, I was getting the telltale of an incoming headache.

Still, KL being KL, I didn’t know where I could park for me to run to a convenience store to get a bottle of water.

I was also angry and moody, so I decided to treat myself to a movie; I watched Space Chimps. It was 10 times better than Twilight, even if they didn’t have such minuscule budget for the make up section and used another actress to portray Rosalie Hale (maybe Katy Perry or Leighton Meester. At least they are natural blonds!!). I loved the movie.

And I ran some errands… I wanted to get Yijun this learn Malay book by Edward S King. It looked good. However, while flipping through, I realized the accent signs on E’s were still there. Made me wonder if they just reprinted it without checking.

Don’t they know that Malay is the most fickle of languages? The people in Dewan Bahasa could just decide to change the rule of grammar in an instant, and every Malay language teacher and student would have to get used to the changes without complains.

People should really tell Mr King about this. Surely he should know?

So, sadly, I can’t think of a gift for her now. Sigh. I thought that would have been perfect.

To my Malaysian friends, I have your gifts here… Though for some of you I haven’t found one…  yet! I will send to you at your Malaysian addresses or when I see you. Heee.

Alright, need to pee.

At least the headache has lessen…

Diurnal

Need… to… stop… being… vampire-ish… (okay fine; not the Stephenie Meyer kind which never sleeps)

Need to stop being crepuscular as well; the twilight would just have to be missed (NB: to me, the word “twilight” has always been the morning one; not evening. The evening one is too commonly enjoyed, and the color changes are not as fascinating).

Need to remember to not even consider going out of the house without any sunblock; have turned into a cooked lobster more than enough and anti-histamines are just too expensive now. Miss robbing the English out of their tax money through HC2 certificate.  Sigh.

Need to use the brakes more often.

Need to go to bed now.

Will update later.

Man, not looking forward to going into downtown KL. Sigh…

Oh, to cheer you guys up… Here is such a cute lolcat:

more animals

Commas

Stephenie Meyer loves commas.

I just finished New Moon, and throughout, I realized, yeah, she loves commas.

Okay, I know she loves adverbs and to use it correctly you need to use commas.

Still, she loves it a lot.

I came to that conclussion during the part where after Edward’s “failed suicide”… While they were talking to one of the Volturi, Aro…

I tell you what is making me look forward to New Moon the movie.

It is as silly as wanting to see the dress they wear for the prom as in Twilight. Actually, silly-er.

I wanna see how the actor who plays Aro laughs.

Hahahaha.

Seriously!!

In the book, Aro laugh with commas. Like ha, ha, ha. I couldn’t stop laughing when I saw it. Who in the world laugh with commas anyway? With pause between the has?

Aro the Italian vampire does.

Hehehehehe.

It’s funnier than hearing Amni say “lol” in real life. Laughter with commas!!

Hahahahahahaha.

I suppose she was affected as I was when I watched Ed.

I mean c’mon!! She named her main character Edward after all.

Hehehe.

Oh, Ed is a TV show. The main character, Ed, is a lawyer who got fired from his job in a big firm because of a comma in a contract. A contract which was more than one inch thick; because of one comma.

So probably she thought, better overdo than under-do it. Hehehe.

And I think I prefer overdoing it than under-doing it. After all, we could still understand that it was laughter. However, when there are commas missing in a sentence… People might be confused as to what the author is trying to say, right?

Oh of course I have a book and an author in mind. A Malaysian author, in fact. I’m not going to mention names though. He commented on one of my other blog, and I think he was really really offended that I pointed it out.

Dum dee dum.

Heee

OC

Oh, not the show; I don’t watch TV.

It’s opportunity cost; an economic term… Concept… Whatever.

My mother strongly believes that everyone should be taught the concept of opportunity cost since they’re young.

Everyone.

Especially Malaysians, and the people of my generation.

She has good reasons for it; I am too lazy to list them out. I agree with her though.

And I think, she would love Stephenie Meyer just because she mentions opportunity cost, regardless whether the term is used correctly or not. I have a feeling it is used wrongly, though I’m not sure. My mind is half gone as I need to keep my sanity.

Page 471 if anyone is curious. Of New Moon.

Hmmm… Maybe Edward meant… the opportunity cost of having Bella’s blood is loosing the opportunity to have her company?

Oh crap; I’m not sure the exact meaning of opportunity cost already!!

Oh well. Like it’s so surprising. I can’t even remember how many section the Human Rights Act 1998 has.

Though I can remember how many provision and amendment the US Constitution has; 7 Articles and 27 Amendments.

I know right!! Crazy!! And I’m not even American!!

Gahh!!

Lunar eclipse

I was looking at the pictures I took of the March 2007 lunar eclipse.

My previous camera really sucked. An Olympus; I can’t remember which one already.

Still, I suppose before the eclipse I was content with it.

Vic has a DSLR. However, it was out of battery. Quite weird.

Oh well; I suppose it wasn’t meant to be. God wanted us to appreciate it with our eyes. After all, we could just google it and get much better pictures of it, I suppose.

Most of my pictures were shaky since I couldn’t use my flash. And I can barely see the brick redness of the moon.

Man, made me miss England; obviously. Hahaha. I missed lying on the grass, just staring at the sky. It really is something. I don’t know why I felt comfortable doing that there but not here. Probably because only my coat would get dirty, I suppose. And I don’t own light colored coats.  Eh wait, actually I do. Hahaha.

And yes; present tense. I still have my bright turquoise coat in my wardrobe; my wardrobe. Not in the guest room closet.

Sometimes when I’m nuts I would wear my coat about in my room. I know; quite crazy. Hahaha.

Anyway, looking at the pictures, regardless how blurr it is, made me realize, my situation now… It’s like a lunar eclipse.

You know how lunar eclipse can only happen during a full moon?

Light would signify happiness, don’t you think?

I think I was at my happiest when I was in England.  Seriously. I don’t know how and why; but I felt absolutely contented. I felt like I was going home instead of away from home. Of course, the first time I was there I was scared shitless of being away on my own; only 18, and the PSD decided that the scholars should fly to Manchester and be picked up there instead in Heathrow. I was bloody scared.

Still, when I went back during my first Christmas break, when I came back in January, I felt like, yes!! I’m coming home!!

You know how the Earth’s shadow would swallow the light on the moon bit by bit? And taking a much longer time than solar eclipse? That’s part of the reason why I don’t think solar eclipse would fit the description.

And how the phases could be seen for a longer period?

Yeah… I felt like the light was being taken away slowly from my life. Slowly but surely, throughout my degree period…

And how the moon, when passes through the umbra, doesn’t disappear, but turns red instead?

And how a much larger area could witness the eclipse?

I’m in that phase now, I think. Full lunar eclipse, when it is red in color. I wonder when I would start getting back the sunlight to be reflected back to Earth.

Hopefully, this feeling that I am experiencing lunar eclipse in my life would mean that I would one day be back in the UK. Seriously man, I feel like that’s my home. Never felt more at home than in England.

They say home is actually with a person; I think not.

I think for me it is a country; a foreign country at that.

It is interesting that my url, lewanna, actually means moon in hebrew. Cool, huh?

Never thought it’ll be like this.

When I picked it, it was more because I am usually up at night.

Love

“Love didn’t work that way… Once you cared about a person, it is impossible to be logical about them anymore.”

New Moon, p. 304

Bella talking about Jacob; she has discovered he is a werewolf and probably have been killing people.

I can’t say how true that quote is; to me anyway. Not the situation; just the quote.

Seriously, there are no werewolves in my life man… Just “werefoxes” when I was back in East Midlands.

That really is the reason why I sought professional help instead of getting it from friends, even though the former would cost me money.

I want an objective view of things; not one that is colored.

It is not because I don’t think you care; it is more because I think you care too much.

Irish accent in a bottle?

Beda!! You’ll love this!!! Hahahahahahahahahaha.

Watch the clip

Here. Hahaha. Almost forgot to insert the link

Even vampires know…

… the importance of rear seat belts!!

Or at least, female Malaysian vampires, known locally as pontianak.

See; proof:

I would like to emphasize the fact that it is Malaysian vampires that know this fact.

Hint hint.

Being very patriotic now. Hahahahahahahahaha.

You know, I think Malaysian vampires are all female. Hmmm… Really isn’t fair, don’t you think? Like only us women are portrayed badly.

Of course there are other “undead” beings that are exclusively males, I suppose…  Like the toyol, I think..

Maybe I should read the book of Malaysian Undead… Or something like that, the title is.

Ladida

I’m too lazy to think of a title before I actually come up with the post.

I have several “entries” typed on Words files… However, I feel too lazy to open My Documents folder; it has waaayyyyy too many files in it and I know it is high time that I arrange them neatly into folders… Especially my essays!!!!!

It almost drove me crazy, having only New Moon to read without any books padding it in between.

Bella’s obsession really drives me nuts. How perfect Edward’s whatever is. Goodness!! Like… bleargh!!

Do you people really want such obsessive kind of love? I mean, seriously?

Well, count me out then. I still need my space.

I mean, for the love of God, spending practically every second together… Good thing that Edward can’t read Bella’s mind man.

For someone who has a private mind, she really doesn’t care about her privacy; or at least, not when it is exposed to Edward.

Why do I read the book then, you would ask?

I am currently reading just about anything that is popular. I have read a “how to write wonderfully” type book, which I have dumped somewhere else that I wouldn’t be able to see it so I wouldn’t be annoyed with it, so I can’t actually tell which exactly was it. Seems that the way I write pretty much is the opposite of what a good writer write. Huh, why am I surprised, since my logic seem to be most unconventional?

I am quite surprised that she is a bestseller, to be honest. Her writing is like a typical Mary Sue fanfiction. I suppose people do like Mary Sue fanfiction. Though hers is not really “fanfiction”, I guess.

Still, I want to keep an open mind. So I’ll research on how people actually do go about telling their stories instead of reading failed writers telling how one should actually write. You know what they say; those that can’t, teach.

Though I do need another book to stop my eyes from popping out or my optic nerves being squished due to all the eyerolling I would do, reading Bella’s obsession over Edward.

I mean, seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not really my cup of tea, seriously. I don’t like obsessive love or hate; obsessive whatever, really.

Nonetheless, I admit that I am obsessive of my obsessive-whatever hatred.

The irony; the obsessive-hater is obsessive herself.

Well, life is full of irony.

It wasn’t much of a choice, to be honest. I didn’t really feel like using my laptop, though I felt like I was revising for some Harry Potter exam thanks to my cousin, who insisted on watching all 5 movies with me. I have no idea why she wants to watch it, considering she doesn’t actually understand English!! This is my youngest cousin, who would only be starting school next year.

Even when I am soooo sleepy and want to go to bed, she insists that we continue with the 5th film.

I was soooo greatful that they haven’t showed the 6th movie. If not I’ll just konk out at the verandah for everyone to see. It was the night before Eid.

I still can’t believe that Cho and Harry made out in front of Cedric’s picture. Mistletoe schmistle toe.

And she’s been crying over Cedric’s death?

Wow… she’s coping really well… Being able to make out with another person in front of your dead boyfriend’s picture.

And isn’t it like more eerie in Harry Potter’s world? Where the pictures are able to move and talk?

I kept expecting the picture to yell out “HOI!! SLUT!!” or something.

Or yell “THEFT!!” with a thick Scottish accent instead of Pattinson’s usual accent that they used in the movie.

That would be funny. Heee.

THEFT!!

I miss England.

I forgot to bring back butter, so no baking for me to do once we arrived.

And my family didn’t allow me to enter the kitchen.

They’re paranoid.

They’re scared that I would really turn into a vegetarian. So it was a full scale campaign to prevent me from being one. They brought in religion as well; how it would be wrong since God made animals that we could eat to be eaten, ladida.

I told my mother I was thinking about it, 2 weeks ago.

I suppose she told the family.

It is quite scary, I think, for Malays… when a Malay wants to turn vegetarian.

My mother just can’t accept it. No way. Her vegetables always have meat in it without fail. Seriously.

Here I am, someone whom she finds so hard to buy vegetables for, wanting to turn vegetarian.

Someone who doesn’t like to eat aubergine, by the way.

Me no likey aubergine.

Amni says that she refuses to eat anything green.

Me, my vegetables must be green. Which is why I don’t eat carrots, aubergine, cauliflower, etc.

I think my mother put two and two together and got seven; I told her that I wanted to be a vegetarian about the same time I started getting paranoid about my psych wanting to take my blood every other month to make sure my blood isn’t too thin or whatever not.

Don’t waaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnttttt!!!!!

My blood is precious!! No taking it just to make silly experiments like checking whether my blood is too thin or whatever. Shouldn’t they be relieved; I wouldn’t have blood clots or whatever?

Or maybe they’re paranoid I would bleed to death. I wouldn’t!!

Okay fine; with my record, it is possible, I suppose.

Still!!!

And few days ago I told my mother that I don’t want another sacrifice made for me; I think we have done more than enough…

I also said that I don’t want any more blood be spilled under my name…

Yeah, a bit taking the blood thing further.

Maybe I was a Jehovah Witness in my past life; just a very selective one since I’ve no problem with blood transfusion. I need the blood!! Now give it to me!!

Too bad that the blood supply is always much lower than its demand. No thank you; I am stingy with my blood.

Unless I cut myself “naturally”, where I would usually try to bleed myself as much as possible.

I know; I’m quite retarded.

So my family actually locked me in the house before they went to the sacrifice spot to watch the blood fest. 5 cows. Man. Damn alot of blood. And the bloody meat… Eeeeee!!! And this with all the flowing blood already out!!

Good thing I was born a Muslim. Urgh, after helping Shan with her non-halal chickens… Makes me reluctant to eat non-halal meat. Bleurgh.

They stuffed me with so much meat. Man… I don’t think I can face red meat anytime soon. Just… bleurgh. No thanks.

Somehow their stuffing me with meat is making me really consider turning into a vegetarian. Not really long term, I think. But who knows? I love tofu. Weeee!!!

I don’t mind eating tofu all the time though. My mother would. Hahaha.

I love Japanese tofu. Yum!!

Nani being a vegetarian. Surely my family wouldn’t be able to accept it.

I was the latest amongst my first cousins to start eating vegetable. However, I see that my record might be broken by my youngest cousin; she still refuses to eat vegetable and wouldn’t accept all the coercian by the rest of the family.

Strong kid; okay more like very stubborn.

Still, it is not difficult being a vegetarian, to be honest. Just don’t eat meat.

And being a vegetarian doesn’t always mean one eats healthily either.

Someone who is a vegetarian might be surviving on cereal, or bread and peanut butter.

Not very healthy, right?

I, of course, had “work” to do.

I have 2 projects.

One is to write on “alternative sexuality in Malaysia.” The second is come up with something for the MPH fiction writing competition.

I don’t know if I would be able to do either.

The MPH fiction writing competition “strongly encourages” contestants to write something Malaysian related.

I am quite lousy when it comes to writing about my own culture. I don’t know… That’s just me.

I prefer to get swayed by fantasy than turning real life into fiction. I don’t know.

Sigh.

Still, I got the permission of one of my friends for the alternative sexuality part.

Considering I have so many experience with “queers”, I still have problems writing about them.

I suppose to me, it is not really my place to tell their story.

Oh I don’t know.

Sigh.

Oh well.

Kawin

OMG!! My namesake wants to marry Encik Pattakmandi (our wonderful nickname for Robert Pattinson. You need to understand Malay to know what it means; I’m not translating. However, if you know the English and French hygiene habits… You might be able to figure out what it means.)

My God.

I feel like changing my name now!!!

Waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

East coast baby!!

Actually, not quite East Coast. Hehehe. More like midlands… Not really east or west. Still, Pahang is an East Coast state!!

And my kampung still suffers from East Coast monsoon floods (okay, fine, I can’t remember what it is called anymore. Blek). Weeee!!!

So there will be rain!!

And hopefully, floods!!

Hahahaha. My mother would hate that though.

Still!! I find it exciting!! I love the rain.

Sometimes I question the fact that Capricorn is an Earth sign. I feel so close to water!! I miss Lake Side; I really do.

I wanted to play in the rain just now. It was ridiculously heavy and it was the rare times that I was actually awake during a rain. Hahaha. However, I was busy baking, so I couldn’t go out and play.

So hopefully, before I turn 22, I could do something really stupid like playing in the rain alone, with probably all my nieces and nephews seeing and bothering my cousins whether they can join their crazy aunt.

Man, 18 more days…

Sigh. I know it is impossible to even think of breaking Cecelia Ahern’s record, what with not even having written a novel; how the heck am I supposed to publish one?

And me, publish?

Hahaha.

What a joke.

I’ll go continue envying Edward Cullen.

Because really, there’s nothing to envy Bella Swan for.

A good looking boyfriend? Big whoop that is!!

One that doesn’t shower.

EeeeeEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEeeEEEeeeeeeEEEeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So here’s to over over packing; bringing waaayyyy too many black T-shirts. Hahahahaha.

I still need to be decent!!!!

And Vic, lovely lovely letter!!

And I apologize everyone; my Christmas cards will be a little bit late. Sigh.

Books

I must have broken even my own personal record. However, I am not so sure.

I bought 12 books; 3 of them on the thick side, 2 of them being New Moon and Breaking Dawn.

I was trying to imagine how heavy it would be if I bought the Harry Potter series and the Inkworld series as well. My arms would have fallen off. And with my medications, I would not stop bleeding, I think.

So sad; die because I bleed to death and the injury being my arms fell of because I bought too many books at one go.

I’m not the strong person I was in England.  God, Malaysia has made me weak!!

I mean, regardless of the thickness of Breaking Dawn, the paper is still of a lower quality compared to Chalmers!!

I remember having to climb up that feckin slope up to return seven law textbooks.

My fault for procrastinating.

God, SEVEN.

All thick books at that!!

I thought I was going to fall down backwards.

I bought the boxset of McCall Smith’s. Hahaha.

From my first Health Care seminar, I’ve been sooo curious of McCall Smith.

My tutor spoke of him with great envy, or should I say jealousy?

Hehehe. And since then, I’ve been wanting to read Prof Smith’s fictional books, since I have read the Health Care Law books. Haha.

And finally!! I would be able to!!

My dentist friend loves his Detective Agency series.

However, for me, the book that caught my eye was 44 Scotland Street.

I saw the book when I returned to Selangor after my first trip to Penang.  Okay more like my first trip where my mother drove to Penang.

There’s this notorious road in Penang called Jalan Scotland (jalan means road) which will always appear during a traffic report.

And our house number is no.44.

I don’t know. I just found it amusing.

I procrastinated on buying it for quite some time.

Even with such blatant jealousy was shown by my tutor, I procrastinated.

Oh, this said tutor, before that, I thought he didn’t have feelings such as envy, much less jealousy.

I thought it must be damn good. Hahahaha.

And after seeing the boxset was going at RM125 on mphonline.com, I said to myself, I must buy the books. It’ll be only RM25 per book!! Almost RM10 less!!

Oh, why I bought the rest of the Twilight saga is because I am buying most of the American print books I want as soon as possible before Obama officially becomes the President of US and making people even more confident with USD and the USD would appreciate and the American print books would go up in price…

I know!! It sounds as if I am going to buy stocks instead of mere books. I know!! I’m paranoid!!

I really should stop “monitoring” the exchange rate. It’s slowly driving me insane…

Oh, I saw The Tales of Beedle the Bard… It is thin!!!!!

OMG.

After seeing Harry Potter with its ridiculous thickness… I expected the book to be just as thick; or at least as thick as Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, which is about double the thickness of Beedle the Bard.

I’m just… surprised.

Not to mention that the books goes at RM49.90.

Dum dee dum.

The reason why I hate hardcovers.

I just do.

And goddamn it!! I’m excited by the Twilight saga binding.

Hahaha.

Seriously man… So no life.

I’m going to try find other books by Little, Brown. If their binding is this good.

Oh, and I love Taylor Swift!!!

Country music!!

Man… I am trying to imagine how it would be if I was actually born in Nashville, TN.

It’s just boggles a lot of people; how I came to like country music when my mother can’t stand it. And especially the only time I spent in Nashville was the 7 months my mother was there, defending her thesis.

Just imagine if I was actually born in Nashville.

Hahaha. I might even be a country music singer or anything that is related to it.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Okay off to baking cookies for Eid, which is this coming Monday.

Man I wish I was in England and could avoid all these crap.

Toodles!!