There’s something about *someone*’s tongue that has been bothering me.
It’s really frustrating.
What kind, I’m not specifying.
However, the result has been me banning myself from watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Sigh.
Hah!! Just guess!!
Doubt anyone would get it.
I think I better just say it out loud; it looks very very unlikely for me to be coming up to the UK at the end of March for two months.
I didn’t want the world to know that I was coming mainly for the sake of the people in Cardiff.
Hahaha. Somehow after typing that, it’s as if everyone in Cardiff are just waiting for me to come and bless their city once more.
Hehe. I meant my friends there.
I don’t know… I don’t really like Cardiff. I’m sorry; really, I don’t.
Probably the reason why when I do go there, I spend most of my time in the house instead of out.
I was planning to visit England (well, duhh), Scotland, Northern Ireland and Republic of Ireland… All except for Wales. Hahaha. I even made sure I would take the ferry from Belfast to that Scottish town with too many Rs in my opinion instead of from Dublin to Holyhead. Hahaha. I know; so horrible.
It is very embarrassing, really, the reason I’m not coming.
It’s not because of some ridiculously horrible fight with my mother.
No; it was just me getting moody and responding to her with one word answers to her querries. I got fed up explaining my route is not exactly where I am dropping by but more to show the direction as to where I am going. So I kept quiet and I haven’t asked her about it since.
The first time was hard enough; to ask twice would be cutting the wound bigger and dumping a whole kilo of seasalt on it and rubbing it on.
Will sting that bad.
Or maybe like when wasps sting you. The horrid thing is that I am allergic to wasps.
I feel bad, really, because I’ve told quite a number of my friends that I trust.
It was really going to be a hush hush thing; not many people would know. I mean, look at the dates; it’s near peoples’ exams and going back before most people are done. It’s really so that I would be with myself. Say goodbye properly to the UK (and find a Scottish hubby without Amni luring the guy away from me. Hahaha) and all.
It’s really somewhat like a Celtic pilgrimage. Somewhat. Hahaha.
I don’t know; it feels like I have not let go of England properly yet.
Probably because I thought that I will for sure be able to come to England for the last time without begging for it.
Still, I wouldn’t be coming.
And I no longer want to travel. Anywhere. It’s just me dragging my feet and humoring my mother now.
Now, I feel materialistic; I want lots of things.
I want a new phone, suddenly. Oh, I suppose reformating my Sony-Ericsson would mean somewhat a new phone, but I don’t know… But I don’t like most phones nowadays. I hate touchpads. Bleurgh.
And I need new shirts; plain ones and lots of it. I have too many patterned shirts and skirts. I can hardly match things!! Imagine wearing butterly printed skirt and a stripped shirt. Ewww!!!
I want a pair of Oxford heels. I don’t know, just for fun. The booties type. Oh, stiletoes, of course. And not open toed though. Preferably one similar to Blair when she went shopping with Serena. Can’t find the picture now. I remember it was black and white. Hehehe.
Handbags. Somehow I realize I’m lacking handbags. But at the same time, I’ve been looking around and there’s not much I like. I don’t like patent leather stuff, and it’s like everything’s patented nowadays. Sigh. Maybe I should adjust that rule of mine. I don’t know… I find patent tacky. *shrugs*
A MacBook Pro, obviously…
And I need a new bloody study table. I now find it is a pain in the arse to use my laptop on my bed. Seriously…
I don’t feel like buying much books anymore though. Now my book wishlist consists of mostly classics. My mother suggested I make a list of books I’ve read. Frankly, I wouldn’t want to do that because some of the books I’ve read are quite embarrassing for me to admit that I’ve read. Yeah, beyond embarrassment me is embarrassed of those books. Oh, it’s not the Twilight saga. Surprising, huh? Hehe.
I want a new hair color. Well, not whole head. And highlights instead. Man, having a bob is so ridiculously boring. Blah.
And I would like more headbands. Hahaha. Like I don’t have enough already. My mother gets quite angry with my leaving my headbands everywhere!! Hahaha. It’s like the only thing I feel my bobbed hair would be able to take without drowning it. Sigh. How I wish my hair was longer again…
Oooooo!!! A full length mirror. Just for fun. Hahahaha.
Of course more sheep!!!!!!
A printer. Those 3 or 4 in one type. Because my laptop refuses to recognize my mother’s printer. And I want a scanner; hence the 3 or 4 in one type.
More shoes. Of course. Haha. Though I think I would need to get a job before I start buying shoes again. I don’t really have much space above my wardrobe anymore…
Oh, I don’t know what else… 
If you look at the right hand side of my blog, scrolling down… I’ve recategorized my links.
Like most of my categories, it’s kinda weird… And they’re titles of songs.
I use anything from titles of books or quotes than I find funny or just one words for the names of my categories… I have no consistency in that, to be honest.
I do explain why I picked the three songs I picked… but I realized that it doesn’t show…
So just to inform you what the categories mean here…
I Stand By You (Carrie Underwood):
Causes I believe in. The song was sung by Ms Underwood at the Idol Gives Back show. I thought of using Just A Dream for some reason, but then it was written for the Iraq War soldiers’ spouses… So forget about it even though it’s a beautiful song.
The Wizard and I (Wicked):
Somewhat (an emphasis on this) famous websites/blogs I follow. The “famous” factor could be due to the author or the website/blog itself. Song sung by the character Elphaba in the musical Wicked where she imagines the day when she meets the Wizard and become famous herself. My interpretation anyway.
This is the Life (Amy Macdonald):
Buddies who blog. I saw an interview of Amy Macdonald where she said she wrote the song after a night out with friends… And the videoclip showed clips of she and her friends on a night out. Somehow somewhat fits, no? And their blog is mostly about their life…
Kepohable is still the main link group; those miscellaneous links which I don’t think suit the other 3 and too silly to be starting a new category for.
And “My other blogs” is quite straightforward, right?
I can’t think of a wacky title, so shoot me.
Anyway, as everyone knows, we’re in the midst of global economic crisis. If you didn’t know that, you must be a frog living underneath a coconut shell.
And apparently, everyone has a solution to how we can save the economy.
Interestingly, especially science students that read the newspapers and don’t really understand what the author of the article is really saying.
Oh you know the kind; who would quote articles, or agree with what some big person says, especially in their facebook status or msn nickname or personal message.
Seriously, why do you embarrass yourself?
One fine day, I somewhat got into an argument with a medic student about the economy; what should be done.
Let me emphasize again that she is a medical student, alright?
With a Malaysian background, that would mean almost no formal education in economics, unless you were unlucky enough to have economists for at least one of your parents.
And even then it is no guarantee that you would understand basic economic principle.
It amazes me how governments all around the world are trying to inject spending and trying to make people spend more in bids to save the economy, when this person, happily came and said what we should do to save the economy is to save more.
Save???????
Of course, every macroeconomics student would know that savings would contract the economy instead of expanding it!!
Saving and spending within your means, the economy would be fine.
No, it is not the economy that would be fine if you dothat; it’ll be your finances.
Things that increased the economy are consumption/ consumer spending, investment by private firm, and government spending.
Seriously, what do you think government is doing here? Trying to give people more jobs in the civil service? So that people would spend more when they have money!!
She refuses to accept it; she still insist; savings save the economy.
Alright then. Save all you want.
The saddest thing is that, she’s not the only one that thinks so.
There was this seminar my mother attended, where an economics tutor stated that people should save more to help with the economy.
Wow.
I suppose it’s not so bad when you’re a medic student and you think you should save.
Oh, and she doesn’t believe in autonomous consumption; where you would still consume/ spend money when you have negative income.
What the hell are you doing now, then? You’re still spending!! And you have no income, what with being a student!!
And your parents’ income are not yours even if it is the household’s!
Bahh…
Seriously…
I am ow in Seremban… accompanied my mother here for some workshop crap. She insisted that I come as she doesn’t know the way to the hotel. Sigh. So my laptop at home is unrepaired till Tuesday, as I would need to go to the hospital on Monday. Which reminds me, I need to get my supply of meds then.
So now I am using her laptop. An old 12 inch one… with the somewhat square screen; not those widescreens… So there is not much space for the keyboard. I don’t know; I feel it is quite cramped. And since it is not a Dell, some of the keys are located differently, though not the main ones. Just the arrow buttons and such. I still hate the British/European querty keyboards with the inverted commas (“) being at no2 and the @ at where the inverted comma is supposed to be and all. What logic did you all use there? Seriously!!
But it remains, this keyboard sucks. I keep hitting the up arrow key when I want to hit “shift” on my right. Sigh. I hate small laptops; which is why my dream laptop is the 17 inch wonder of MacBook Pro. *dreams* Hahaha.
I was showing this clip of Jo Brand’s standup to Amni… talking about marriages. What I really love about it is when she was talking about women and men; how we see each other differently. She said “…men view women differently from the way women view men. A lot of men view women as sex object, whereas women view men as useful objects. The other night, I left my husband bent over, like this, with a burnt back. Well, the ironing board was broken, what can I do?”
Hahaha. Somehow quite true.
And it’s like, true, no? That we women prefer things over sex, no?
Well, at least it is with me anyway.
Oh, here’s the clip:
I just love her.
Anyway, yes; me. I told a friend that “I want a Mac as bad as you want to shag David Tennant.” The said friend is rather horny right now; probably ovulating. I’m just counting the days till she announces that she wants to watch Doctor Who. I would definitely mark the date on my calender.
I also got more and more descriptive in describing how bad I want a Mac and how satisfied I would feel when I do get the MacBook…
Definitely would be better than an orgasm, I think.
And my preferences of things over sex also is in the academic field.
How, you might ask?
I prefer studying theft over sexual offences.
Hahahahahahaha.
I am one consistent person.
Hahahahaha.
But yeah, I do hate this laptop; the fact that it doesn’t have firefox (I can’t install it because the Admin account for the laptop is password protected and I’ve no idea what the password is), it uses old version of most things, I need to use Windows Messanger… There’s not much songs in it… The complains goes on and on.
However, at least it is a laptop and I can connect onto the internet through it. And that it emits light that enable me to read or at the very least see what I could be seeing, unlike a book.
I brought 4 books along with me. However, my mother can’t sleep without the lights on (total opposite of me), so the only place I could read the book would be in the bathroom.
Even though I’m in a hotel, I don’t fancy reading in toilets/bathroom unless I’m pooping. Hahaha. And even that I would only read magazines. You know… To pass the time.
Oh I would never use the laptop while I’m the washroom though. Crazy!! Would be worried sick if water might touch it.
Someone once told me that you could actually pour water on a Mac and it wouldn’t affect it at all; it’s waterproof. Wow. I wonder… Must ask them!! 
Though I banned myself from entering an Apple shop for fear of wiping out my credit card and purchasing one.
Kinda sucks, sometimes, that my mother didn’t put a limit to the card.
Need to be soooo strong not to tempt myself. Sigh.
So, no going into an Apple Store.
Heck, I usally try to make sure I don’t even pass it directly… like go to the other corridor. Look from afar; that kind, you know?
My mother would just slaughter me and turn me into haggis if I got a MacBook. Especially after paying RM600 to extend the guarantee for my laptop.
Sigh… I miss it so much.
Oh well…
I don’t think I’ve published this in my blog, but there have been times that I say I would love to study in University of Edinburgh and do an LL.M in medical law just so that I could have Alexander McCall Smith as one of my tutors. I mean, how cool would it be that you have a best selling author as your tutor? And a best seller for fiction books, not textbooks of your course.
Though now that I have read one of his books–44 Scotland Street–I am grateful I didn’t do something silly. Also, to specialize in medical law… Nahhh…
I doubt I would be concentrating on his classes. I would be wondering how in the world does he find the time being an emeritus professor and write so many stories.
My God…
The first time I knew of his existence was because of 44 Scotland Street. I found the title amusing, since when I first saw the book, I just got back from Penang. In Penang, there’s this road call Jalan Scotland; jalan means road in Malay.
And our house number is number 44.
Hehehe.
I was curious about it, but I never got round buying the book.
However, when I did Health Care Law, one of the recommended texts was Mason & McCall Smith’s Law and Medical Ethics, though my tutor made snide comments on it on how McCall Smith left from writing the book for more lucrative writing projects…
Hahaha.
The first and only sign of jealousy that came from that guy. In my first year, I thought jealousy is a foreign concept to that guy. Now, I know better. Hehehe.
It’s amazing how he can find time to balance the academic and the fiction writing. And it’s like, he produces a lot of fiiction stories. It’s just amazing.
And there’s so many wacky characters in 44 Scotland Street. Goodness, where does he find the ideas?
Good thing that I wasn’t crazy enough.
Hahaha.
I feel like I’m collecting them, one way or another.
Well, maybe not really collecting… Since I don’t actually own them. I don’t own anything Apple, to be honest. Hahaha. Not yet anyway. Haha.
Well, if I do get an Apple product, likely it would only be a MacBook, but who knows if it would be downwards from there, eh? Hahaha.
Anyway, so being the big hypocrite that I am–or at least according to Amni anyway –I am back to wanting a 17 inch aluminium unibody enclosured MacBook Pro. Started wanting it back 2 hours after I started using iTunes again. Hahaha.
I can’t remember really when did I really want to use a MacBook. I know when I was watching Sex and the City movie, I already wanted it. As you might know, Ms Carrie Bradshaw uses a MacBook. Unlike what usually happens, when I see something advertised more, I refuse to start buying it. But with MacBooks… I don’t know. Must be because they’re so purdeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
And then I went really crazy when I watched Twilight first time round.
Though I’m not sure when did I actuallt started looking at the direction of MacBooks in the first place.
Probably in the summer of my second year… When I needed to get a new laptop coz my previous one was getting wanky on me. My mother consulted a friend (who’s really nearer to my age than hers; she’s my friend too actually. Well, she’s more like an adopted niece to my mother. She’s one of my cousin’s friends) who is an Apple fan but likes tech-y stuff. I suppose that’s what started the motion, somewhat…
At that point, even though I actually had enough budget to actually get a MacBook, I wasn’t keen on learning something new on my last year in University, where I had 3 optional modules that really didn’t make must sense together in the first place. Admittedly, using a new laptop wld be a challange as well, but in the end I got another Dell anyway, so not that much difference. And I made sure I got an XP one instead of Vista, because I really am not interested in the flashy way Vista is. Maybe my not liking Vista is what is pushing me to Apple products. The irony; they wanted to make Windows more like Mac, and I ended up choosing the other. Hehehe.
Oh, how did the budget got anywhere near to being able to afford a MacBook? Because, apparently, the really really good PC notebooks are actually quite overpriced things, still with the much hated blue screen of death. And most of them had Vista as their OS so I ignored them. And the Toshibas… Goodness. The glossy cover. Blah. Imagine the scratches!! Would be so visible!!!
I mean, it’s not as if that Dell is a lousy brand. C’mon; I’m using it. I think it’s good!! Why I needed to change it was really my fault. Hehe. Forgot what I did already. Haha. Spilled curry on to it and such. Hahaha. I know; crazy right?
I think Dell laptops are appropriately priced. Just that the service…
Had to pay RM600. All due to my ignorance and not bothering to correct the thingy… I really don’t know how to explain, but basically now the screen of my laptop would fall if there’s nothing supporting it. The grip thingy broke yesterday. No, actually the day before. Yesterday I suffered through the heat of it; I used my comforter to support the screen. So, I suppose the heat got trapped.
Though, to be honest, I think my laptop has a life of its own. Seriously.
I think it’s pretty mad that I keep repeating how much I want a MacBook that it decided to go wanky on me again. Sigh. First your sibling, now you. My spacebar refuse to behave itself. I keep having to go back to separate the words again after I’ve typed it. Seriously, so annoying. However, since I got the full cover for hardware, I’m going to ask them to get me a new keyboard. I forgot about the space. How was I supposed to remember? I didn’t use the keyboard much the night before!!
Oh well… Will talk to the engineer when he gives me a call later. I can’t believe you’re making such a big fuss over this, lappie.
Oh, unlike my sheep, I didn’t get round naming my lappie even though it is pretty much my best friend. A very much abused one at that. Hahaha.
I don’t know… Probably because my horrid eyesight that the 17 inch MacBook Pro looks ridiculously attractive. Oh, I know now there are other 17 inch laptops, but I don’t know… I am “unconditionally and irrevocably in love with” the bloody notebook. Hahaha.
To the point that I said when I would finally get the notebook, the sensation would be similar, if not better, than orgasm. Hahahahaha.
Actually I was more descriptive than that, but let’s not go into that.
Last week or the week before… My nick on MSN was “Nani wants a Mac. No; make it two.”
A dear friend of mine actually thought that I was referring to McDonald’s!! The fast food chain, let me specify that. Because I’m going to play around with that surname, somewhat.
I hardly eat McDonald’s, especially since Berjaya Group took over the franchise in Malaysia. I boycott it due to the owner of Berjaya Group rather than their sending their profit to Israel.
Deal with things at home first before you go international, is what I believe.
Though you deal with economic problems first before political ones, I think.
I urge my fellow Malaysians to ignore the extremely childish political problems in Malaysia and worry more about the global economic crisis.
Oh, that reminds me, I do have something to talk about the economic crisis; somewhat. Just, not now.
So, being the wonderful friend I am… I thought, hey, why don’t I see the wikipedia list of people named McDonald/MacDonald/Macdonald… If I like any of them…
Apparently, there’s two; with my liking one after the other… Not at the same time. I got one to replaced the other.
Okay, I stopped “liking” (to use the word loosely; I’m not sure if it fits…) David Tennant (apparently his actual surname is McDonald) about the time Amni started liking him. Probably never actually liked him anyway. I got quite fed up of him quite early in my first year, wondering what the heck is the big deal with Doctor Who. I still don’t get it and doubt I’ll ever would, especially considering it’s science fiction. Only science fiction I could tolerate is Douglas Adams’s Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy because it’s just so silly.
Only reason I actually started “liking” him was because the first episode I watched of The Graham Norton Show was the one he and Jo Brand was in. And he’s Scottish; so obviously has a Scottish accent. One of my weaknesses. Could have started liking him if he was some fat old man. Actually, that would make him even more adorable. Hahaha.
Though, of course I’ve heard a much more adorable accent… from one of my tutors… Though I started wondering if she actually “created” the accent on her own…
Till I actually came across an interview of Amy Macdonald… where her accent is exactly like my tutor’s.
Hahahahaha.
Search for an interview of her; that accent was the one that made me skip to my seminars even though it was at 9 in the morning during the winter semester.
Heh heh.
Oh, though, unlike Tennant, I didn’t actually start liking Macdonald due to her accent. Searched for her songs first. And I absolutely love This is the Life.
I just started liking her more due to her adorable accent.
Hahaha.
And I would really want to carry her around in my pocket. Let her sing to me all the time. Hahaha. Would be great to just sit down and have a chat with her as well. About anything; so long as she talks more. Just so bloody adorable.
I got ridiculously giggly when I was in Edinburgh.
Give me Scottish accent over Irish anytime. Seriously.
Beda, you’re nuts preferring Irish over Scottish. Hahaha.
Oh, and like Tennant, I “discovered” Amy Macdonald through clips of The Graham Norton Show.
Hahahaha.
Oh, and I also love Jo Brand. Just thought I should let you know. She’s just so bloody funnyyy!!!!!
Anyway, on MacBooks… I absolutely love the blog Stuff White People Like. Faliq showed me the website when he was saying how everyone seems to want to get a Mac. Ah well…
Still, it just tickledme to no end… The part where they were mocking Apple and Toyota Prius… That I have decided that I would want to drive a Toyota Prius with an Apple logo stucked on the rear of the car. 
Hahaha.
And I would try to be as whitebread-like as possible. Try to like as much as the stereotyped white people like, as shown on that website.
Hehehe.
But yeah, if you love folk-ish music… I strongly recommend listening to Amy Macdonald. I absolutely love her!!
Oh, and I love Graham Norton. Hahaha. He’s just so bloody funny!!!!!!!!
OMG it is Shrove Tuesday and I didn’t get to eat not even one pancake!! Nooooo!!!!!
This is what happens when you don’t live in the UK anymore… You don’t realize it, especially since in England, there would be announcement about Pancake Tuesday literally everywhere.
Sigh.
I had an appointment with the surgery clinic on Monday. Follow up to my burping problem. Surprisingly, they’re now taking acid reflux problem seriously. During the appointment before this, the doctor refused to give me anything but another appointment. Good thing that that day the MOs and housemen were not available and I saw a registrar. Though maybe even the MOs and housemen were around, they might suddenly want to treat me.
Nonetheless, the registrar that I saw thought it was worrying that I am still burping after over a year. And he was serious about treating it. Yeay!!
Though I was just about to start a grand sparkling career on doing a one man show on burping. Hehehe.
Ah well.
So I was prescribed on the last PPI available to the hospital, which, wonderfully, is not covered by the government. In other words I had to purchase it. RM104 for a month supply, taken twice a day, half an hour before meal.
The half an hour before meal is a real pain in the ass.
I was also given a new diet. A diet which will be hell to follow.
I am not supposed to eat hot dishes; both temperature and spiciness. A great emphasis on the fact that I should eat cool food; not even warm!! Seriously!!
And if (ha ha. What a joke. If) I want to drink coffee or tea, make it as thin as I could.
Yeah right!! My coffee is so thick that my mother could make 3 cups according to her preference with just my one cup. Seriously, I’m not exaggerating.
He also said no NSAIDs, but that is as unlikely as it snowing in Malaysia.
Also take small meals through out the day instead of 3 big main meals.
The last one not agreeable to my mother, somewhat.
To get the cool food, he claimed that is why he gives me a medication that should be taken 30 minutes before meal. When it was time to serve the food, take one tablet. Load up my plate as if I was going to eat, and wait for 30 minutes while the medication do its job–whatever that is–and by when the time is up, the food should have cooled down.
Urgh…
Cool food.
Thin coffee or tea…
OMG.
Maybe it’ll be worth it… to burp all the time still.
I am such a teenager, seriously. Now with the list of should-not-dos… I started eating Scottish Porridge that my mother got for herself. Warm one, of course.
And I don’t even like oats!!
Bleh.
I’m nuts.
Seriously. Bleh…
Screw leggings.
Screw the use of leggings in the movie Twilight.
Screw it all!!
2 hours after using iTunes again and I’ve succumbed…
I want a bloody MacBook Pro!! The 17 inch one with the illuminated keyboard and alluminium cover. The bloody greenest laptop ever.
Screw you!! I may hate silver cars, but I love silver lappies. Hahaha.
Okay I admit I wanted the black MacBook…
Still… If can get the greenest notebook available, why not eh?
Arrggghhhh!!!
Next on the list would be to get a manual car. Especially if I’m really going to work in the civil service. Highway most of the way. I don’t think I’ll be able to afford a hybrid car. But definitely a manual car. Small manual car. Nyahaha. And I’ll be a big road bully. Hahaha.
I’m such a tree hugging hippy. Man…
It is quite a big achievement for me, to be honest.
Most of the time since I came back, when something requires my mobile number, I usually start rattling off my UK mobile number.
Which I took two years to remember, by the way.
Two feckin years!!
I got excited by the time I manage to rattle it off correctly for the first time.
And today is the first time I rattled of my Malaysian mobile number without mixing it up with my former British one.
OMG!!
Hahaha.
Though, of course, I still remember my British number.
Sigh.
Took me two bloody years, alright!! Hahaha.
While I was arguing my reasons to take a year off to my mother (telling her the actual medical reason was a big no no to me)… I said that even if I do not get a part time job, I would have something that would be in my CV.
I was going to learn another language; French, to be precise.
My mother wasn’t keen on my plans to study Spanish since it wasn’t as widely spoken.
So I got myself a French for Dummies book. I already had the Spanish for Dummies book and I quite liked it. So, why not eh? After all, it had a CD to help the pronunciation.
I have started reading the book… but up to the second chapter, and I stopped.
I registered with a language school near my house, but I have not heard from them and I haven’t asked them for any new development.
I’m not interested.
I can’t bring myself to want to learn a new language when I feel like I’m struggling with the two language I know since I was younger.
My English vocabulary is so limited it is beyond embarrassment. I wonder how did I manage to do a law degree with knowing so few words. How in the world did I get away with it?
And my Malay… huh. Don’t even talk about it. I don’t know how I got an A2 for it. It’s making me question the sanity of applying for a job in the civil service–which my mother is quite intent on me being in.
There was this job listing for UNHCR which required “superior writing abilities”. However, I belatedly realized that the closing date for the application was last September. Late by almost 5 months.
Still, when I told my friends about it, quite a number of them say that I do possess that quality.
Nevertheless, when I asked them why they say so, they stutter (if that is even possible when you’re communicating by typed words) as to how they should answer the question. Most of them change the topic as soon as possible. All of them could not tell why exactly.
They would, of course, refer to this blog.
However, I do know the statistics for this blog. Not very high. One would think an interesting and superior writing blog would have more readers. Plus, I don’t actually see many repeat visitors, so to say that those that refer to my blog do read it would be a lie.
Really, I don’t expect you to be a friend to me; I want the truth. And if you just refer to my blog without an accumulated amount of visits to it… Please don’t use that with me.
I do not want enabling friends. I don’t want friends that say I could write when they know I can’t, but tell me that I could because they’re my friends and that’s what friends do.
I don’t want people peppering the comments for post after post (which people don’t do, thank goodness! Probably comes with the low repeat visitors to my blog) saying what a good writer I am and I should continue.
I continue writing because I want to; because I think I should improve.
But don’t say that my writing is “superior” because I think it is the total opposite of it; it is inferior.
It is something–to quote one of my professors–something that his 7 year old could come up with.
Sadly, the only 7 year old I come across happens to be my cousin who only speaks Malay. Well, she’s improving now, I suppose, what with Maths and Science being taught in English.
Also, the said 7 year old that my professor refers to will definitely be English. And since I only came across 17 year old English… It’s hard to predict how a 7 year old would be able to come up with.
But I am guessing, it would be the same par as what I write, don’t you think?
And to dream that I could be a writer… Hah!!
I’m not so egoistical as to believe that it is possible!!
I doubt I’ve read enough books. So, now, I’m going to concentrate on reading classics. Literature pieces.
Hopefully, my mother would be ameanable to providing me with the money to get more books, though it’ll be quite some time before I finish my supply of those kind of books.
Maybe I should go back to reading the dictionary.
Isn’t it scary that you only use a quarter of your vocabulary in your day to day lives?
No wonder Stephenie Meyer used the same words again and again in her Twilight saga.
Not meant as an insult, please.
More like… ohh… Now I understand why that happened…
You know?
Oh, and please, I’m not looking for sympathy here. Don’t go spilling the comment section with comments saying what a wonderful writer I am and so on. Statistics do tell their story, and especially when you know the methodology used to collect the numbers. I do trust those things even though my maths is crap.
I told my mother recently that I would like to donate my organs when I die. If it is possible anyway.
You know how she responded?
She laughed. And was grateful she wasn’t driving (the rare times where I drove when she’s around. Thank Goodness she no longer trusts my driving. Hehehe) because we would have been in an accident or something.
Sigh.
She thinks it is the funniest thing that have ever came out of my mouth.
How supportive of her.
Reason for her uncontrollable laughter?
“You get so angry when someone wants to take just a vial of your blood because you don’t think it is right to see something that is supposed to be in your body out of it. And now you want to donate your organs???”
Hrmph.
See here, I have no problems with blood that oozes out due to some cut or whatever; no problem at all. Okay, so long as the cut wasn’t done deliberately.
See, poking the needle into my skin is not done accidentally; it is a deliberate, calculated act. And to pull out the blood… Instead of letting the blood ooze out slowly…
And donating blood… The bag does the sucking of the blood, no? And then you’re given a stressball for you to pump so that your blood gets pumped into the veins faster..
It is unnatural.
And also, I would be conscious.
When donating organs, on the other hand… I would be half-dead and unconscious. I would be artificially kept alive. It’s not as if I would wake up after that and see my heart pumping.
Also, unlike blood donations, where blood could be kept out of the body for some time… The organs don’t stay out of a body that long.
I also doubt that they would be throwing around my lungs or whatever with no care like they do my blood.
Throw around, would you believe it?
Urgh!!
Precious thing that is, alright!! Just like the heart that pumps it in my body!!
I suppose the main reason why I have no problems with organ donations is that I wouldn’t be able to see my organs being taken away or seeing it out of my body. With blood…
Seriously, wouldn’t it be more trouble to put a blood donor under GA just to get a pint of blood?
Even if there’s always a shortage of blood?
Of course, maybe if the said person have some unusual blood type and what not, who knows eh?
Still… to be conscious and see my blood pumping into a bag!! Urgh!!
To be honest, I’ve never been proud of my alma mater. Actually, if I’m being truly honest, I’m actually embarrassed by my alma mater.
Probably why I don’t mention it much. Just refer to the area as the region it is called. Though I’m sure it is likely that those who read my blog could figure it out. However, I do not want to make it easier for those graduating from that university who are proud of it come bombarding my blog, criticizing my feelings.
Because, to be honest, I can’t defend my feelings towards it. I myself don’t know why I feel that way.
How weird is it that I am proud of my 2.2 but not for the fact that I graduated with an LL.B. I am proud of the academics that taught me in my three years there but not the university, when in fact, if I was not in that university, I wouldn’t have gotten such amazing tutors.
Though, to be honest, not all of them were. Hahaha.
That might explain why I don’t mention my tutors’ names here. No point anyway.
The situation in Perak is definitely not helping matters. Everytime people say “what in the world was the Sultan thinking?”, I’ll be like, “and this is how graduates from my alma mater decide things? And after all the experience he has in the legal world, before he became the Sultan?”
I really don’t know why I’m embarrassed by it. Especially when it was a very good Law School. Consistently in the top 10 every year and all.
My mother got quite angry after I explained why I was sighing while I was reading the paper; that there was even more reason for me to be embarrassed by my doing law at my alma mater.
She asked, “so, what would you do if you could turn back time then? You think you’ll go so far with, I don’t know, a “useless degree”, like a BA in English from some crappy university in Utah?”
Oh, I should tell you that she does listen to me listening to Avenue Q… Might explain why she said “useless degree” and her choice of saying BA in English. Though frankly I don’t really understand what she has against Utah. You would think all the worst universities are in Utah if she’s right.
To which, I replied… “you might be a best-selling writer!! You described Stephenie Meyer’s education there, you know. Don’t look down at universities in Utah so much.”
So it is no surprise… that my mother currently hates Stephenie Meyer.
She did say, “I thought you hate that woman!!”
I don’t hate her; I don’t even know the person, just her books!!
I can’t even say I hate her books; I just don’t like it. And I’m not terribly impressed; like I said, it’s like Harry Potter to me. No stoning me for that comment, please. It is my opinion.
Really, couldn’t she use words like, I don’t know, magnificent, superb… Or open the thesaurus to find words that mean the same as perfect that might be suitable to describe Edward’s looks… It gets boring and repetitive…
And you really can’t say Bella’s lost for words, could you? I mean, the books are thick and it is mostly written from her point of view, after all!
I have also decided I’m too lazy to criticize the book on my blog. I could just copy and paste my conversations that I have on MSN here, I suppose… Still, too lazy to even find them.
Maybe I would, one day. Who knows.
I do feel like counting how many times she uses the word perfect. Circle them with pink highlighters.
Who cares; they’re my books after all!!
I mean, my copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is not furiously highlighted… The areas where Hermione was going on about house elves rights. It’s really funny. And, I suppose, it’s like America trying to shove the idea of democracy down people who don’t agree with the idea’s throats. You really can’t force people to accept the right that you think they should have when they don’t want it, right?
I mean, you have a choice whether you want to exercise the rights or not, surely?
And surely I have the right to color my books, even if there are only words in it instead of pictures?
Another note from facebook!! Just for the heck of it!! Hahaha.
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Because I am bored and Amni made me!!
RULES:
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Tag 10 friends
5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing. (u don’t have to if u choose not to )
6. Tag whoever tagged you so they know what you got!
DON’T CHEAT!
OPENING CREDITS:
Duffy – Stepping Stone
WAKING UP:
Nicole Kidman – One Day I’ll Fly Away
FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL:
Instrumental A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes (from Cinderella)
PUPPY LOVE:
Snap! – The Power
FIGHT SONG:
Kimberley Locke – Better Than This
BREAKING UP:
Catherine Zeta-Jones/ Queen Latifah – Class
PROM:
Rascal Flatts – My Wish
LIFE IS GOOD:
Brittany Murphy – Somebody to Love
DRIVING:
Taylor Swift – Come in With The Rain
FLASHBACK:
KT Tunstall – Miniature Disaster
TRUE LOVE:
Hans Zimmer – He’s a Pirate (reaaaallllyyyyyy?????)
WEDDING:
Paramore – Hallelujah
MOMENT OF TRIUMPH:
Muse – Agitated
DEATH SCENE:
Rob Pattinson – Let Me Sign (okay, I truly wanna die then. The song would be nice, if he shut up. Or edited the lyrics. I don’t get the lyrics.)
FUNERAL SONG:
Howard Shore – The Return of the King (yeay baby!! I return!! Nyahaha)
END CREDITS:
Legally Blonde: The Musical OCR – There! Right There!
IF SOMEONE SAYS ‘ARE YOU OKAY’ YOU SAY?
Taylor Swift – Our Song
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Emmy Rossum – Wishing You Were Somewhere Here Again
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Katie Melua (I didn’t know I had her songs!!) – Mockingbird Song
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Eminem – Like a Soldier (WTF???)
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Taylor Swift – Stay Beautiful (hahahahahahahahahahaha)
WHAT’S YOUR MOTTO?
Michael Buble – That’s All
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Carter Burwell – I would be the Meal (wtf??? I must have cannibals for friends!!!)
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Jodi Benson – Part of Your World (whaatttt??? Not theirs???)
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Monty Python – Penis Song (Not The Noel Coward Song) (hahahahahahahahahahaha)
WHAT IS 2 + 2?
Hairspray OST – Welcome to the 60’s
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Carter Burwell – Bella’s Lullaby
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Michael Buble – Everything (ahh… such a sweet song)
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Paramore – We Are Broken (oh damn…)
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Muse – Hysteria (hahahahahahahahahaha)
WHAT WILL/DID YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Katy Perry – Mannequin
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Charlotte Curch – Finding My Own Way
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Rob Pattinson – Never Think (soooooooooooooooooooooooo
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Amy Adams – Happy Working Song (hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha)
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Muse – Feeling Good (Live at Reading)
WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
Kate Nash – Mariella
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Taylor Swift – Fifteen (they do act like they’re 15 when around me most of the time anyway. Hahaha =P)
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Tata Young – El Nin-Yo!
Clearly, my RealPlayer and the notes thingy on facebook conspiring against me after I mocked Twilight in my last note. God!!
My current facebook status is “Nani Salleh feels like donating 2 pints of her blood every time she sees someone in leggings now (bcoz she just HATES seeing her blood coming out of her body “unnaturally”)”.
Originally, it was supposed to sound like this: Nani Salleh feels like donating 2 pints of her blood every time she sees someone in leggings now. Might as well help someone along the way while doing something she hates so much.
Initially, the thought that comes to my head when I see someone in leggings was “oh, hang me already!!”
And later I thought, I might as well help people, right?
Though to be honest, I rather be dead than see so many people in leggings.
Maybe I should say… Nani Salleh feels like donating all her blood every time she sees someone in leggings.
Somehow I suspect some vampire would come after me after I post this entry.
Some pontianak, with their white long baju and underneath it, leggings!!
“See, I’m wearing leggings now. So come, donate your blood for me to continue living.”
Sheesh.
Oh I am so lame, I know.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
I will not countdown to New Moon to see a MacBook on the big screen again.
……..
I will no longer be able to see the moon without thinking of a MacBook ever again…
Shit!!!!!!!!!
(This entry was written after I was saw the gadget section of the February issue of CLEO. Oh, it didn’t have a MacBook, but it had an iPod.
And I don’t even like iPods!!!!!!!
Arrgggghhhhhh!!!!!)
Yes, I ogle gadgets instead of actors in movies.
Oh, and something related to the Twilight saga…
After reading Breaking Dawn with Edward suddenly using “love” when he speaks to Bella…
Suddenly “Edward” has a face in my mind.
Of course it’s not Robert Pattinson. The guy I considered was Ed Westwick. Initially anyway. Now things have changed…
Oh, the guy’s still English; don’t worry.
However… the guy is the pak cik (literally uncle, what I mean is older man who could be as old as my father) who always served me when I got jacket potatoes near the coach station back in East Midlands, who goes “enjoy your dinner, luv!”
I miss those jacket potatoes… Coleslaw, corn and cheese, please!!
I still don’t get why some of them English (maybe even the Brits; not sure about them since I don’t come across them much, what with doing law) insists on calling lunch dinner.
Heck, I don’t get how different region could have such different accents by the region.
But give me Scouse over those posh London accents any day. Just so cuuuuute!!! Paul O’Grady!!!
Oh, and of course, Edinburgher!! Heee.
You know what I miss most about London?
The Undergroud!!
OMG if I do get to London any time soon, I would spend a whole day on the tubes… and keep changing lines till jet (and tube) lag finally exhaust me. Hahaha.
I was tagged by Faliq on facebook… And I decided, why don’t I post this up. 5 of the last items were taken from my random info on me page…
Rules : Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you. 
Tagged by: Faliq, who is a bigger eejit than the person who tagged him for this. And due to that, I’m going to try to annoy him as much as possible from my list.
If I don’t tag you, it means I do not want to disturb you. Though the few that I do tag even though I know you guys are busy… I tag you due to the fact that I think you need a break. Haha. See… I’m so caring =P And those whom Faliq has tagged… You don’t have to do it again. =P kinda silly, right?
1. The reason that I watched Twilight the first time round was to see how the weird dress Alice Cullen wore to prom looked like in real life. I was utterly disappointed by the fact that she wasn’t even around during the prom scene.
2. I watched Twilight the second time for the sole reason of ogling the black MacBook Bella Swan owned. Okay, not sole reason; I also wanted to “appreciate” the arrangement of the soundtrack and score better. Apart from several scenes, most of the time I just “listened” to the movie.
3. I strongly believe that Stephenie Meyer is a Republican. A pro-life one at that. I hate pro-life Republicans. (with the sole exception of Rod from Avenue Q. He’s just so cute!!)
4. I now refuse to get a MacBook for the sole reason that Apple thought it was sensible to advertise in a movie that had TWO people wearing LEGGINGS. Ewwww!!! I think think the fashion director or whoever that was in charge of wardrobe should be shot to death. Or maybe tortured till they die. Bleurgh; leggings.
5. I wonder how someone whom I think has about as “limited” (quoting my mother here) a vocabulary such as mine–as I could see anyway–could write 4 500+ pages books. I really do.
6. I wonder how in the world the many teenagers that got crazy over the Twilight saga didn’t get impatient with the author’s limited vocabulary and her obsession with the word “perfect” and the many adverbs she used.
7. I once came back with 9 pair of shoes but I didn’t spend more than MYR250. It was closer too 200 actually. Haha. Quantity over quality is the way to go for me. I’m not really environmentally friendly when it comes to shoes…
8. I spent most of my gestation period in Nashville, Tennessee. That’s the only thing that might explain my love for country music, especially considering my mother hates it. Oh, Faliq, did you know that Vanderbilt is nicknamed “Harvard of the south”? Oh yes it is. Rich southern kids go there.
(okay I can’t think of any for now… very random info follows…)
9. I am rather irrational when it comes to my blood. I hate it when people take it away from me unnaturally; even if it is to safe my life. Intentionally poking me, drawing blood for blood tests, donating blood (which I would never ever do)… list goes on. Which is why now my doctors require me to sign a bloody consent form every time they take my blood for blood tests. Which theoretically is supposed to happen every month. I tried not following what they told me once, but in the end they took a vial away anyway. Sigh. Oh, I’ve no problems spilling blood “accidentally”; thru falls, cuts, nicks, blablabla. I’m terribly careless anyway. Another thing about my blood; mosquitoes would not bite me if they can help it. Hahaha. Guess it is no longer that great. Hahaha.
10. I used to have 4 sets of fangs. I now have 7. 3 more than usual; just in case you didn’t know. Somehow, even without meeting each other, after discovering that fact (through X-ray, obviously), ALL my dentists nicked named me their “little vampire”, regardless of the fact that I am more than a head taller than the two I have in Malaysia. The ones in Malaysia claims that the amount of fangs explains a lot of things about me, apparently.
11. When I came back to England for my second year, my hand luggage was full with meat (cooked, not raw) and I had a Big Mac in my handbag. When one of the custom dudes got nearer to me, I told him that I have irrational fear for dogs (if he required evidence, I would have told him to contact Nottm’s School of Law. I jumped onto the chairs at the reception when I saw one of the academic’s dogs coming towards where I was). He actually HELPED me run away from his colleagues and the dogs. Hahaha. Idiot. But yeah, I do have a somewhat irrational fear for dogs.
12. I hate driving. So to entertain myself, I try coming up with new curse words. My favorite is “Seribabi jadian”. It’s hard to explain, but basically it is a were(wolf+pig) [sorry for it looking like a math equation instead but I don't know how else to write it]. “Serigala” is the Malay word for wolf; babi, pig. Werewolf is called “serigala jadian” in Malay. Don’t ask me the literal meaning of “jadian” because I’m not sure. Faliq did mention that calling it “seribabi jadian” sounds like it’s a pretty were-pig as “seri” means somewhat like pretty, beautiful, that kinda thing. Still, the said “seribabi jadian” is a human who made a bargain with the Devil (I selectively picked the worst imaginable werewolf myth for this) to turn him into a hairy pig. Haha. Seriously, Kuala Lumpur rush hour sucks.
13. I’m the exception for most economic theories; I just don’t think the way the “rational consumer” does. However, I believe in economic theories almost as much as I do the 4 books that God sent down to us. Actually, maybe more. I’m not sure. Hmmm…
(ohhh!! I remember this one!!)
14. I was obsessed with one particular number; 43.125. Hahahahahahahahahaha. =P Yes, past tense; I couldn’t remember it till this moment. Hahaha. I’ve moved on!!!! Hahahaha.
15. I listen to more soundtracks than albums. I don’t know why. I just love soundtracks, even if I did not watch the movies. Hahaha.
16. I consider watching television a waste of time. What a dumb thing to do, watching moving pictures in a box. I rather read books. I sometimes lose patience with movies as well. I prefer “live performances” =D Oh, when I watched Wicked, Adam Garcia was playing Fiyero. =P
17. I wore PJs to lectures several times in my first year. Once because I had to return a short loan book and 80p an hour was ridiculously expensive to pay. Especially when I would take more than an hour to get ready and walk to the library. Also, the lecturer was one scruffy dude, I knew I wouldn’t be the worst attired one. The other time that I remembered, the lecturer, who was also my tutor, realized I was wearing PJs and told me that he wasn’t sure whether he should feel flattered (that I still came for the lecture even though I didn’t have time to get ready) or insulted (that I couldn’t be arsed to even put on a T-shirt for his lecture), and made me promise that I would never come to tutorials in PJs, ever. Hahaha.
18. The sun makes my skin turn red and itchy, and I’m not even a redhead!! Thankfully, I don’t get freckles and I tan, but very very painfully. This might explain my hatred over the sun and my love for the short days in winter. Just my luck to be living in Malaysia. I would love to move to rainy Scotland. Edinburgh, preferably. Fell in love with that place. *sigh* (and I miss Britain very very much. Think would be the same if I were to be in Belfast since it is not exactly in Britain =P)
19. I own a made in China Irish-Malaysian feminist pro-choice Jewish lesbian monetarist libertarian turtle plushie whose name was Caoimhe Niammah O’Tahapaapa, but changed its name to its birthplace’s culture to Ong Kee Va, following the actual pronunciation of “Caiomhe” as told by the person who gave her that crazy name. Oh, and it is anti-Zionist. Just added that last “personality”.
20. I collect sheep plushies. If you want to get me a gift and don’t know what to get, that’s the best bet. =P
(okay, I’m pasting the stuff I write on my blog now…) edit: I’m adding things along as I remember it… the “original” list would be below…
21. I’m careless; not clumsy. I realized that several months ago. If I was careless, I wouldn’t be able to wear such high and thin heels (the latter is a new addition to my shoe collection, which was about the time I realized the difference between careless and clumsy). It may seem that I’m clumsy when I walk, but this seem to only happen when I wear flats. I’m just more absent minded and don’t worry so much since, logically, one should fall down less when every but of one’s soles are on the floor, right? Wrong when I’m concerned, sadly.
22. Regardless of No. 9, I am thinking of donating my organs. Really, it is just a big NO NO when it comes to blood. I don’t mind having IVs and needles all over my body, so long as things are entering my veins instead of going out. Just, don’t take my blood away from me!!!!!!! Cut me up and look what’s inside if my body, but don’t you dare spill a drop of blood purposely!! Or use those vacuum-like things to suck out my blood!!
23. My current ring tone is a jingle for Vicks (though they didn’t buy it) by Barry Manilow which I found on youtube which he performed on the Graham Norton show. Ridiculously funny and catchy. Hahaha.
24. I love Graham Norton. He’s just so ridiculously funny. Hahaha.
25. It’s no longer elves that go around cleaning up people’s house or finishing their work for them, or at least not in my household. Due to our obsession (okay, maybe mainly mine) with the Proton ad that tells us to wear rear seat belts, where a pontianak (Malay female vampire [though there are no male vampires in Malay folklore that I know anyway]) “helped” the driver with passing her a tissue paper when she sneezed, vampires go around tidying our mess and finishing our work, or at the very least, put away the things we leave lying around to the point we don’t know where it is. Oh, yes, all types of vampires suddenly turn to be helpful beings due to the main language of the house is English. Hehehe.
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21. My Malay accent changes geographically. Seriously, like at the tunnel before Genting, where the Selangor-Pahang border is? Once come out of the tunnel, somehow I talk differently. Serious!! Haha. My cousins are amused that my English doesn’t. I’m grateful it doesn’t. Haha.
22. My friend once called me a “relegionist”… specifically, “catholicist”. Oh, not the meaning that is in the dictionary… Religionist like racist. Haha. I can’t understand catholicism. I don’t mind the catholics; this said friend is one, albeit not a religious one. I just don’t understand their doctrines!! And how people can actually believe it. Just doesn’t make sense!! A celibate man deciding on birth control usage in the Philippines? I mean, seriously!!!!
23. The only thing I remember that came out from the mouth of my history teacher in form4 and 5 was that she liked Pierce Brosnan. What a history there; he hasn’t gave up that identity then yet. What part of history is that, I’ve no idea.
24. I still sometimes wear my bright turquoise coat in Malaysia. When I am bored and feel like I miss England so very much, I switch on the aircond and set it to the lowest temperature possible, put on my coat and dance like an idiot to whatever song that is playing on my iTunes. Yes, even when it is Muse. No idea how I do it. Hmmm…
25. I love Cecelia Ahern, even though I used to refuse to read her books while her father was the Taoiseach. Her books are just so amazing!! And her characters!! I want a Gerry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! From PS, I Love You. And an Ivan. From If You Could See Me Now. Bleh, never did wanted an Edward anyway.
Maybe I am one.
However, I am quite specific as to what I am a shopaholic on. I don’t get satisfaction by getting just about anything.
Only two things; books and shoes.
I have put a stop to my buying shoes though. I don’t exactly get to wear it. I feel like doing an internship just so that I would be able to wear the many shoes I own. The last time I counted the unworn shoes above my wardrobe… There were 50 pairs.
Yes, fifty pairs.
A five and a zero after that.
It’s crazy.
Regardless of how much I love shoes, I still don’t see sense in wearing it inside the house. When I’m home, somehow I like walking on the cold marble, which is why my mother still gets angry with me when I go to bed without washing my feet. Make sense since she would be able to see the evidence of my “obsession” at the soles of my feet.
So yeah… I want to get a job so I can wear all my various new shoes…
And I wanna earn so that I could buy more books.
That is really my only aim nowadays; to buy more and more books.
I’ll be happiest when I could spend all my money just to buy books and books only. Hahaha.
I have a list of books I would love to get.
However, once the list gets less than 25, I would usually try to add about 50 more to it.
Like a crazy person.
So there’s no way that one month I could abstain from buying books.
Sigh…
Oh, I finally finished Breaking Dawn, and I celebrated it by reading Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book (fascinating!!) till I finished it and a slide of cake from Secret Recipe. Yogurt Cheese Cake with raspberry filling. Yumm!!!
My brains feel extremely full.
There are so many drafts which I have continued but I can’t seem to be able to complete it.
When a lot of things are happening, I can’t seem to put things into words, even when I am extremely free when I start blogging. I just end up staring at my screen and start playing freecell and am lost in my scrambled thoughts. I would be playing without much thought put in it and just think about how in the world should I word the post.
Most often than not, I would just give it all up and forget about it.
I have big problems with rewording things that I’ve written. Or what somebody has written.
Which is why it is unlikely I could be an editor. I might be able to detect mistakes, but not really correcting it. If it’s just grammatical error, I would just correct it. Nonetheless, I doubt my English is that great anyway; so very unlikely that I would be able to get such a job.
And since journalists have to finish work with such short deadlines and need to write most things when a lot of things are happening… I’m thinking that is an unlikely career move as well…
My impatience? That clearly rules out anything to do with teenagers and people my current age and teaching. I just can’t teach anyone. And I talk in riddles, apparently. Hardly anything straight to the point.
Anyway, when my brain feels full… For some reason… I end up starting a new book. Without finishing the current ones (because I hardly read just one book at one time). I don’t know why… I like starting a new book, for some reason. Of course, I would never not end a book anyway. Only book I haven’t finish after a long time is the Lord of the Rings. Can’t just pick it up and start reading again because I’ve forgotten the storry. Hahaha.
Sigh. And the book I started? Dante’s Divine Comedy.
I know, I’m nuts. Sigh…
