Binge

I feel like I’m binging on reading.

Have read 5 books since the past few days after I quit reading Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. I would continue later. But I felt like I had Greeks oozing out of my ears.

I vowed, if any of the books I was reading had any hints of Greek, I would quit reading.

Just drove me insane. It was like the ancient Greeks with their dysfunctional deities was more sane than this 20th century American Greek family.

Seriously. Gahh.

Read Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella. Still think that Can You Keep A Secret as her best work. I find the Shopaholic series thoroughly annoying. Good think I didn’t actually purchase the book. And the Undomestic Goddess freaked me out; not the best book to read after a Law paper that you thought you would fail.

Finish reading the abridged version of Les Miserables. I want the full version!! Waaahhhh!!

Finally read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. Don’t know why I read the other books by him that I own before I finally read this. Amazing book. Highly recommended.

Read McCall Smith’s 44 Scotland Street. Still find Bruce annoying. Gosh. I still can’t believe he tried to nick his boss’s underwear. WTH? Oh, he forgot to wear pants underneath his kilt. Can’t remember why he wanted to wear underwear, but it is weird enough that he tried to nick someone’s underwear. Like… whaaaaaaaaaaaattt???

Also read Diana Wynne Jones’s House of Many Ways. Superb. I absolutely adore her. She’s brilliant!! And I love Howl. Hahaha. So weird; to like a character in a book. Hehe.

But I suppose not as weird to like someone because of their history (namely previous occupatient and where was born because I like the cheese the county produces. Yeah, the latter is so WTF. I’m still deciding if the said person who suggested this is my friend or not) but can’t stand the sight of him performing.

I have absolutely no idea how my mind works.

Am reading Ash Wednesday by Ethan Hawke. Yes, the actor. Got the book quite cheap, and quite a long time ago. Just haven’t found the time to read it. Only on the first chapter and somehow I find that it is as if he’s trying to write the JD Salinger wrote the Catcher in the Rye.

Hah!!

Very very unlikely, I’m thinking.

PS: Decided to start reading the Prestige by Christoper Priest instead. You know, the book which the movie staring Hugh Jackman and Christian Bale is based on. Don’t know if I’ll continue Ash Wednesday anytime soon… And I have no idea if I’ll read about the very dysfunctional (to me, at least) Stephanides family any time soon as well…

Tehee

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Change: part 2

I might have been rash. Or crazy.

I went into the saloon, and told my usual stylist that I want a change in the way I look. What does she think I should do?

More like, what does she think she should do.

She looked at me and said that my face could now take bangs.

Wow.

I’m still in shock.

She’s the same person who told me that if I ever cut my hair somewhere else, never allow them to cut my fringe shorter than my cheekbones.

She moved my face up and down, left and right, and declared, yes, I will have bangs this time. It could handle it.

And she’ll give me layers, and will highlight my hair.  She picked a copper blonde hue.

I just nod all the way; only made any actual decision when it comes to the cost.

Before the color went in, I thought I was going to end up looking like the Vicar of Dibley in the Christmas Incident episode.

Thank goodness it didn’t end up that way. Hahaha.

I quite like the results, though not too hot about the bangs, though I suppose it would take time to get used to it. After all, the last time I had these kind of bangs was when I was 12? 13? Might be younger. No idea why but the hair dresser used to love giving me bangs. So bloody annoying; always getting into my eyes.

Now everything about my face draws attention to my eyes. My glasses and my hair. Though good thing that I now quite like my eyes. Really, I know some whites with smaller eyes than I have. I might not have those round eyes that Indians do; my lashes wouldn’t be curly naturally… Still, there are tools to combat that; eyelash curler (Shu Uemura, of course), eye liner… Mascara, though why I need longer lashes is beyond a lot of people. Though I need more volume, I suppose. Hehehe.

Find it weird, that with my current glasses, I feel like it draws attention to my eyes more than my other glasses, but this is not the thickest frame I’ve got, or even the darkest. I’ve had black plastic ones, and I tried them on again, and it didn’t feel as intense. Hmmm. Oh well. My eyes do look softer now; not like when I first got the glasses. I felt that my eyes looked harsh and huge behind the lenses. You know, during that super power moment when you just got your new glasses/lenses, when you feel that you can see absolutely everything. Quite cool, that time. Hahaha.

Well, with this hairstyle, it would be sucky if you don’t like the shape of your eyes. Actually, I find with bangs, since it does draw people’s attention to your eyes, you would need to like them.

And do try not to wear eye makeup when you cut your hair; somehow the results do look different when your face is naked. Amazing. Though in my case, I still like the results. Muahaha.

Surprisingly, I also find it easier to make subtle changes to the style with my current cut.

Brilliant.

Change

For a moment, I was searching for a capital delta for my title. Then I paused and wondered how to actually spell the word “change”.

Checked my RealPlayer, among the songs of Taylor Swift; I remember there was a song with the word as the title.

My spelling is out of the window, sometimes I find.

Or maybe because I’ve been scribbling economics formulas; calculating exchange rate and such.

I know, what a freak.

I also promised myself that I would read the Malay newspaper cover to cover (including sports, yes) at least one copy a week. I haven’t purchased one. Maybe I should ask my mother to bring back the office copy. Not because I want to read the news; I read the English papers for that. However, I realize how horrid my Malay vocabulary is that I am taking a break from reading my French for Dummies book. I’m grateful that I didn’t bother taking a class for it. I better try master the two language I profess I know how to speak instead of trying to pick up a new one.

I refuse to read my mother’s inaugural lecture. I read the first 5 pages, and realized that there are quite a few terminologies that the Malay dictionary can’t explain. And yes, I decided to use the Dewan dictionary instead of a Malay-English one (which looks like it is in a horrid condition thanks to my mother. Maybe we should get a dictionary each instead of sharing…) so that I would get acquainted to the actual meaning instead of the nearest word in another language. That subtle differences always make you sound more intelligent when you use the actual term for your sentence.

I am still amazed that I got an A2 for my Bahasa Malaysia in SPM.

I never ever answered that section where they give two very similarly spelled word. I can’t remember if you’re supposed to explain the meaning or use it in a sentence; either way, you would have to know the meaning, and I never do. It just confuses me and makes me wonder, “oh, there’s a word spelled that way?”

Must make effort to re-learn Malay!! Or, more like, Malaysian.

When I was in Ireland, people kept asking me if I could actually speak “Malaysian”. I looked at them straight in the eye and said “no”. Then, in my head, it was more because I thought, “there’s no such thing as ‘Malaysian language’; we have Malay.”

Talked to a friend about it–can’t remember who now–and she said that “yeah, your Malaysian is crap!!”

I looked at her, confused.

“Your standard Malay. You know, the actual official language; that we learn in school? The one without any dialect? With the proper tatabahasa (grammar)? Remember the timetable usually says we would be having “Bahasa Malaysia” during that particular period?”

Oh, right.

Though, to be honest, I’m not sure. I saw my SPM certificate that it states there the subject is “Bahasa Melayu”. And since I don’t keep in touch with my high school friends (rather complicated and annoying story), I am not sure if that was the case in my school.

Though reading the many articles on the teaching of Maths and Science… they seem to be implying that they call the subject Bahasa Malaysia now…

So, yes, a struggle I would be having to brush up my Malaysian.

Though I should have told my interviewers, yes, my Bahasa Melayu is still A2; which dialect do you want me to speak in?

Way to endear yourself to get the job then.

Oh well.

So yes, change!!!

I’ve been feeling crap nowadays. Don’t know why. Maybe because I missed my surgery clinic appointment yet again, maybe because I’m feeling under the weather… I don’t know. I just feel crap. And I feel like I need a change. A physical change.

I am losing weight; bit by bit, thanks to my mother’s “diet”. Her cardio told her to cut down on her carbs and eat whole grains.

So, now, we mix our rice; brown and white. I find it too troublesome to cook them seperately and my cousin doesn’t mind.

Brown rice; which would mean my food intake would drop drastically. Could only take half the amount of my usual rice intake if it was mixed with brown rice.

I don’t know why but brown rice make me feel stuffed; and for very long.

The best way for me to go on a diet is to eat brown rice only.

The other whole grain stuff–pasta, bread, cereal, etc–doens’t effect me as much as brown rice. It does keep me full slightly longer than their white counter parts, but I eat about the same amount every time!!

For some reason, this eating very little annoys me quite a bit.

Probably because quite a number of my skirts are quite loose now. Though most of it doesn’t annoy me since it’ll just make the skirt a more decent length for Malaysia.

However, one of them… Now the skirt’s hem falls halfway of my calf; the fattest part of it. I look short in that skirt!!

And a suit skirt is so loose… I feel like unpicking it. Though my mother warned me, “are you going to sew it by hand? It’ll take forever. You still do not know how to use the machine.”

Curse the fact that the 4 year old me was so curious of a sewing machine and pricked her finger with the needle. Yes; that was what happened. The needle went through my nail, and almost went through the bone. Luckily my uncle’s a medical assistant and got it out. Though it was just a bloody needle. Gahh. Still, my grandmother refused to let me anywhere near a sewing machine. Only experience I have with it was in school, where my grandmother didn’t know. She used to unpick my school projects and sew it back because it is so horrible. My teachers were always amazed as to how tidy my sewing was. Good thing they didn’t make me sew in front of them; I wouldn’t get a straight line!!

Anyway; my hips might be going, but my tummy’s still there. So annoying. I should do sit ups, but I’m too lazy. I should start using the treadmill again like I was before I left for the UK (did it mainly because I was afraid I would walk soooo slow and embarrass myself), but… oh, I don’t know.

Regardless, I want a drastic physical change. And I can’t think of anything else I could change but my hair, regardless of the fact that it is only shoulder length.

Can’t do my eyebrows even though I thought about it since I haven’t let it go bushy recently. My menses were quite some time ago. I do feel like changing the shape somewhat. Hmmm…

I suppose I’ll trim and streak my hair. My mother would flip; wasting money or whatever. However, I am trying to convince myself that it will be an investment. I would feel somewhat better about myself, and would write my cover letters more confidently and hopefully finally get a response.

Goddamn it; doesn’t the bloody 2.1 in Company Law make any difference to these people??? Sigh.

Think positive. Your hair would not fall too flat soon… And hopefully wouldn’t curl only one way. And your fringe wouldn’t have that weird kink.

Maybe I should get straightening brush to deal with these weird kinks that my hair occassionally gets. Sigh.

Absolutely no idea how I want my hair to end up looking. I’ll just go and see what they think.

PS: funny that when I tell myself, no, I wouldn’t bother with wearing make up, that is when I would put it on properly. Sigh.

Kitteh’s face

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Hahaha. So bloody cute!!

Judgment day

Been avoiding to blog in fear of criticizing my mother’s inaugural lecture which was held last Thursday. One thing’s for sure: it is a far cry from those that I have attended in England. Dum dee dum. Ladida…

Yes, the title. Hahaha. Someone added me on Twitter who is going around telling people that Judgment Day is on the 21stof May 2011.

Hahahahahahaha.

If it is possible to predict when the day is, it wouldn’t really be true. C’mon… If it could be predicted, then people wouldn’t bother doing their best all the time. They’ll sin and then nearing the end, they would repent.

Not exactly what God wanted, I think.

Oh well.

A good laugh, definitely.

Nyahaha.

Branding

I would like to rebrand my blog. Not a big overhaul; probably just the title. And being a wordpress blog, I can’t change the URL, though I spent a lot of time deciding for the URL to be something quite essentially me, though for the life of me, I can’t remember what it means now. Hahaha. Something to do with night.

Oh, right; Moon, amongst other things. Hehehe. Wonders of Google.

I still like those things, but somehow I find I like cameras less and less… and I definitely ignore Cailean quite a bit, especially since he leans to the wall and gets blocked by quite a few other sheep.

I also find that I don’t really like baking cookies.

Camera… I hardly fiddle with my Nikon p5100 anymore. I use it only to take picture; no more experimental shots whatsoever.

This is difficult. Hmmm…

Truthfully, am I the only person who finds this year’s Comic-Con rather annoying?

Fine; I am not there attending it or whatever. More like the coverage is what is annoying me. And how people are reacting to it.

How so many people are suddenly wishing that they’re there. How they wish their own country has their own Comic-Con (truly, don’t you know that the one in San Diego is an international event? There are British stuff there, too, you know…). How the amount of coverage is so bloody wide.

All because of New Moon. I mean, seriously???

Gahh.

And some even thought that Comic-Con was actually held for the first time ever this year, and some think that it is a one off thing just for New Moon.

I’m not a Comic-Con fan and I doubt I’ll ever attend it… but seriously???

Gosh!!

Cousin thought it was thoroughly amusing to wake me up to Franz Ferdinand’s Do You Want To.

I did wake up on the first “lucky”. My mother was amazed at the speed I woke up.

I like the band, yes, but that might be one of the most annoying songs ever to me.

Annoyingly, I kept hearing the song the whole day, even during my nap.

Arrggghhhh!!

So NOT funny!!!

Though halfway through my mother’s lecture, I was grateful for the song. At least I understood the words.

My Malay is so out of the window.

Halfway, I thought I might understand the Scots language poem by Rabbie Burns better than I did the lecture.

Three quarters, I felt like it might be easier to remember the Greek alphabet.

At the end of it, I realized I would never ever read an social sciences publication in any other language than English.

Multiculturalism?

A post that is somewhat related to my training!! How exciting!! Bless my not blabbing about how Scotland should gain independence, eh? I know; how can anyone bother about some other country’s independence over the political situation in their own country? Though I am leaning towards the latter more and more now. Still; yes. No, not about prisons, though every time I see people wearing leggings, I wish that Robert Napier didn’t win his case, so that we could dump those criminals into some Scottish prison and make them suffer with all the slopping out and such. See, the complicated crap of having different legal system. Ladida, I know it was the agreement when they joined the UK; similar to Sabah and Sarawak in Malaysia, eh? Okay fine; back to the actual topic.

I am currently reading Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides that is making me question my thinking that my EU tutor’s name would be the most complicated Greek name I would come across. Boy, was I wrong. Sigh.

Oh well.

That’s not the problem, though in a way it is, for me to understand the story. Sometimes I confuse the names. Gahh. Honestly, how did the 7 year old me read Oddyssey and Illiad. I know, what was my mother thinking???

No idea; not going to ask her now.

Thinking of the topics dealt there…

Maybe that’s why I’m a bit screwed up. Hmmm…

Oh well.

Anyway, yes. Middlesex. I am currently reading it, might I mention that again.

It is the winner of the 2003 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. No, I didn’t decide to buy it because it was the Pulitzer Price winner; I only own one other Pulitzer Prize winner, which is To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Nonetheless, I would like to purchase The Color Purple by Alice Walker. And that’s about it, I think. Hmmm…

To quote wikipedia, “The Pulitzer Prize for Fiction has been awarded since 1948 for distinguished fiction by an American author, preferably dealing with American life” (emphasis added). [I feel like I am writing a paper. Haha.]

I am only on page 110, so I am doubting it quite a bit that the book is about American life since I happen to keep stumbling around with weird and unpronounceable Greek names (forget about spelling them; how the heck did the school manager manage to make me memorize my tutor’s name in 15 mins tops? Gosh… That woman is insane. Well, obvious from her choice of husband, I guess…) and talking about the war between Greece and Turkey… like the only thing American is the location; Detroit, Michigan.

However, a few pages back, I stumbled upon something extremely American, in my view.

When Barrack Obama won his the US presidential elections, there was quite a number of people who said that there might be hope for Malaysia to have a non-Malay Prime Minister one day because Obama’s Black; or should I say, African American.

I snorted and laughed at those articles.

It is such a different situation in America and in Malaysia. The seperation of races by the British pre-independence has made every race still have their own identity. Unlike in the US, where immigrants would need to absorb the American culture.

There are other pages that would show how they impose these on the protagonist/ narrator’s grandparents, who came from Smyrna (modern day Izmir), when they just arrived. They cut his grandmother’s hair and changed her clothing. The grandfather was told to clean his teeth the “American” way (using what I am thinking is a toothbrush and paste instead of baking soda. God; I can’t even eat anything baked with too much baking soda[I'm crazy; I can tell. No, I wasn't trained to be some fancy chef, though I'm thinking of ditching law for it], much less put it in my mouth to clean my teeth with it!! Would have to take out my tongue first!!) and the fact that they consume too much garlic in their food counts against him getting a proper job at Ford. Yes, the car company.

Anyway, they were required to learn English, and had some sort of graduation ceremony when they have finished; a pageant, actually, was how Mr Eugenides describes it, with the grandfather of the protagonist joining in… I own a British paperback edition, and I’m quoting pages 104-105.

The curitain parts to gaps and scattered applause. A painted flat shows a steamship, two huge smokestacks, and a swath of deck and railing. A gangway extends into the stage’s other focal point: a giant gray cauldron emblazoned with the words FORD ENGLISH SCHOOL MELTING POT. A European folk melody begins to play. Suddenly a lone figure appears on the gangway. Dressed in a Balkan costume of vest, ballooning trousers, and high leather boots, the immigrant carries his possessions bundled on a stick. He looks around with apprehension and the descends into the melting pot.
“What propaganda,” Zismo murmurs in his seat. (Author’s note: I so have to agree with this)
Lina shushes him.
Now SYRIA descends into the pot. Then ITALY. POLAND. NORWAY. PALESTINE. And finally: GREECE.
“Look, it’s Lefty (the grandfather)!”
Wearing embroidered palikari vest, puffy-sleeved poukamiso, and pleated foustanella skirt, my grandfatehr bestrides the gangway. He pauses a moment to look out at the audience, but the bright lights blind him. He can’t see my grandmother looking back, bursting with her secret. GERMANY taps him on the back. “Macht schnell. Excuse me. Go fastly.”
In the front row, Henry Ford nhods with approval, enjoying the show. Mrs. Ford tries to whisper in his ear, but he waves her off. His blue seagull’s eyes dart from face to face as the English instructors appear onstage next. They carry long spoons, which they insert into the pot. The lights turn red and flicker as the instructors stir. Steams rises over the stage.
Inside the cauldron, men are packed together, throwing off immigrayion costumes, putting on suits. Limbs are tangling up, feet stepping on feet. Lefty says, “Pradon me, excuse me,” feeling thoroughly American as he pulls on his blue wool trousers and jacket. In his mouth: thirty-two teeth brushed in the American manner. His underarms: liberally sprinkled with American deodorant. And now spoons are descending from above, men are churning around and around…
… as two men, short and tall, stand in the wings, holding a piece of paper…
… and out in the audience my grandmother has a stunned look on her face…
… and the melting pot boils over. Red lights brighten. The orchestra launches into “Yankee Doodle.” One by one, the Ford English School graduates rise from the cauldron. Dressed in blue and gray suits, they climb out, waving American flags, to thunderous applause.

Makes me wonder what would have been worse for them… staying on at what is now called Izmir, to be part of secular Turkey… or to go to the US. Though since they had other secrets which I am not going to spill here… Maybe it would have been better to go to the US. Of course, taking into account the war and all… Yes yes.

Still… Do Malaysians want that? What happens in the US and in secular Turkey? That you would have to be assimilated into the majority’s culture? Since the minorities are assimilated into the majority, the clashes are much less. The result in both the US and Turkey is the same. However, the former, the minority would need to be like the majority whereas Turkey adopted something from the outside that their first president champions.

Either way, I think it strips off your right to identity… Which would be quite a number of human rights that’ll be stripped off; privacy, conscience and religion, association… maybe also even expression…

I see turning everyone into just one race violates more human rights than protect; it is something artificial that the government could impose. Might work “officially”, but unlikely would change the thinking and prejudice of the people.

And what the Americans have done to the immigrants… Especially since they didn’t have much choice; stay in your own country and die, or go find new hope in a new country.

Multiculturalism in America? Pretty much bullshit to me.

With a winner of the Pulitzer Prize doing it so well in describing it… Why doubt it?

Stats

I’ve mentioned how much I love looking at the Blog Stats when I see my Dashboard… It is fascinating; seeing the search terms that shows my blog.

I haven’t had anybody searching for Wacky Woolies anymore. So sad. Sniff sniff.

I found the runner up for the fascinating “is there any sheep in malaysia or just kambing” quote… Blogged it here.

Apparently, today, someone asked “does driving in semi automatic transmission ruin your car?”

I have no idea why I find it so funny.

Probably because you don’t actually have a choice about it; now all new cars that have automatic transmission are semi-automatic, unless you include hybrids, which operates differently.

So if one is worried that a semi-automatic would ruin your car… I suppose you get a manual transmission one?

I do hope you don’t live in Glasgow or Edinburgh…

Urgh I think I’ll start a new post on this. Too random.

Regardless which shirt I decide to wear, I’ve decided which shoes I’m going to wear.

My silver heels.

Something that pops out ; don’t want to be dull and boring. After all, I’ll be wearing quite a somber suit.

Okay, if I ever wear suits, I would wear somber suits anyway. Wouldn’t wanna be wearing a pink colored one or something.

The “crazy” piece would be the shirt… or tights (hahaha; yeah right!! Not in this weather!!)… or shoes!!

I think would usually be the last. Hahaha.

And the silver is starting to peel from the shoes already!! So I might as well try to use it as often as possible.

Thought of wearing this baby pink pumps… With ribbons at the back… But haven’t worn them yet. Don’t wanna ruin it. Hehe.

Maybe I should let my mother go first… and then come later with the Vios with my cousin… I don’t know. So that she wouldn’t go “go wear one of your many new black leather pumps!!”

Which is so boring and working like. Sigh.

Oh well…

PS: In case anyone doesn’t realize, I do use “oh well” a lot. And “seriously” and “like”… Hehehe.

The post with too many videos (but really to mock guitar players)

I’m going to start with how much I hate The Big Bang Theory as a show because of how in your face its humor is. I don’t know why, but I can’t stand such in your face stupidity. I don’t know. Nowadays, give me British humor any day.

Still, I absolutely love the theme song by Barenaked Ladies. Here’s a full version of it:

Don’t know why; I find it so cute. Hahaha.

Anyway, yes. To the topic. I used to make fun of my friends who thought they looked so cool with a guitar. It is silly, to me. I don’t know why, but repeating the same movement on one hand… I don’t know. Bless the other hand that doesn’t pick the string.

However, after seeing this clip, I think you just have to agree with me; guitar players do look stupid.

Observe the guitarist in the salmon pink (it looks this color to me anyway) shirt; the darker haired one. The one who also plays the keyboard. Too lazy to check his name; wikipedia giving me a lil bit of a problem.
Even if I did name him, like it would tell which one anyway.

Silly, right? Just so weird looking. I don’t know… like trying a wee bit too hard.  Like, hey, I can play the guitar regardless where it is and however uncomfortable looking it looks at that position.

That guy looks like my friends when they were jamming at 13. Yeah; that young. For all likelyhood, he’s 20 years older than that age.

After that, I somehow see people playing guitar funnily; would usually laugh or at the very least smirk.

Like… When they’re playing enthusiastically, like KT Tunstall while playing Black Horse and the Cherry Tree at T in the Park…

Or playing on a Make Poverty History concert like McFly:

Or when you’re feeling extremely bored like KT Tunstall’s guitarist, Sam Lewis, here while performing Little Favours…

Or you have a hairstyle/color that I haven’t seen before to distract me, like Amy Macdonald while playing This is the Life quite recently…

Oh yes… Even someone I adore so bloody much I think look silly… And I can’t find her in this tartan shirt; I remember quite clearly that she wore one once. Very proud Scot, I have to say. Still, here she plays in a checked dress. I love this song; Youth of Today.

Just for fun… I like Lets Start a Band so much, I am including it. Fascinating song. Though, OMG!! She’s wearing leggings and something somewhat like gladiator sandals!! Criss cross design but still!!

(continuing from the list… but somewhat flows topicwise still…) Or when they cameraman decides to show a lot of the crowd that came to watch you perform in suits at T in the Park (SERIOUSLY??? Not exactly what you would imagine anyone wearing to a music festival) like Franz Ferdinand did, performing Do You Want To (that guy doesn’t fail me…)

Or even when you’re only pretending to play it and that quite a number of people think you’re playing the coolest character ever created by the BBC or that I have had a misguided less than a week crush on you (for the silliest reason; but that’s always the case with me) before I remember my traumatizing first year… Sorry, yet another Franz Ferdinand clip and again No You Girls, which is the title of the second clip that triggered this post…

Or even when you’re Taylor Swift

Yeah, very Scottish post, I have to say. KT Tunstall and Amy Macdonald being Scottish, Franz Ferdinand being based in Glasgow, and McFly performing in Edinburgh. So, to somewhat help dilute the concentration, I’m adding this silly song by Sutton Foster, Christian Borle and Megan McGinnis; they’re Americans!! Though please don’t complain if they have Scottish ancestry. You really can’t hold me against that and I am too lazy to check.

And yes, this post is rather pointless. Hahaha.

Oh yes, I might have a crush (man… don’t know what word to use for this; sound like a teenager instead of a 22 year old. Still, might be the best word to describe it) on Alex Kapranos, who’s one of the guitarist in Franz Ferdinand even, but I only “decided” on it because I found out he was a pastry chef and alters his own clothes!!

Seriously!!

Yeah, what a great reason to have a crush on someone, eh?

However, it confirms Jo Brand’s view that women see men differently as men see women as she stated in this clip:

Of course, there are women who see men as sex object.

If anyone’s too lazy to check the clip, or that I have slowed down your computer somewhat… Lucky it is in my facebook profile amongst my favorite quotes… The quote is as follows:

“…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?”

Objects in question? Mixer and sewing machine.

Hahaha.

Though probably more the latter, since I don’t know how to operate one.

Simplified version: my grandmother forbids me from using it, so I haven’t had any practice beyond school… My mother has no time to teach me, and my aunt who has the time follows what my grandmother told her to do; never to teach me how to sew.

To think I was so enthusiastic over sewing when I was 4… Sigh…

Lecture

After a year of graduating, I am going to another lecture.

Though it’ll be the first time I’m attending my mother’s lecture.

Sometimes it surprises me that I’ve never attended any of her lecture or seminar or whatever. Maybe a meeting, but never when she presents a paper or teach.

Kinda weird, thinking about it.

Oh well…

However, apparently her university makes quite a big deal of one’s inaugural lecture.

It is a far cry from all the inaugural lectures I’ve attended while I was doing my degree. Those were held in the evening with no dress code whatsoever. Like a normal lecture. And it definitely felt like a “normal” lecture for me since it was usually held at the law school lecture theatre.

So yeah.

This… has a dress code.

And it is held in a hall that would usually make the time I got out of the bus at Glencoe without my coat (but with a cardigan, but so thin it might have not been there) been nothing.

And my mother wanted me to wear this modern baju kurung, which is made out of chiffon!!!

“But everyone dresses up for inaugural lectures!!”

Well, I don’t think I would want to freeze do death just to fit in!! I would want to be comfortable!!

I told her I was going to wear the suit I wore for an interview. Initially I suggested wearing a traditional costume but a jacket over it; she rejected that idea. I don’t get it; because it wouldn’t match. So, when I suggested that I wear something matching, she says no, this is Malaysia.

But the temperature in that lecture hall would be comparable to Norway!!

Yeah, I did think of suggesting to her about wearing my turquoise coat, but it is a bit too dirty. Hehe. Haven’t sent it for dry cleaning.

I remember my friend saying why was I buying a new coat in my final year. Well, then I was supposed to be going to Belfast (which could be bloody cold; was freezing when I was there!!). Still, after spending 8 weeks almost in that coat… I think I did the price I paid justice. The lining is quite torn; I’m not sure whether I would bother mending it. Would be insane to unpick the whole thing and change the lining (especially when you still don’t know how to use the sewing machine; that is such an “amazing” story to my friends when they hear the reason why [especially since I never got less than 90 {over hundred} for sewing; I had a secret]) and sew it by hand.

Anyway, yes!! Gosh… I don’t know what will I be wearing. I don’t have many clothes that actually fit me well, regardless of the fact that it was specially tailored for me; the traditional costumes, I mean. Though my figure changed when I was in England… so yeah. I’m trying to imagine if I did get my hands on a deep fried Mars bar when I was in Glasgow. Good thing that when I actually did most of the walking, it was a Bank Holiday, and the next day I was too lazy to go to the east side of Glasgow (since I was spending time on the west. Haha). Still, it is a big regret that I didn’t get it. Maybe when my aunt makes banana fritters one day, I would get her to deep fry a Mars bar; though of course, it wouldn’t be like the fish batter. Hmmm… Maybe should ask a fish and chip shop to fry it. Would be so weird explaining it.

Oh why oh why didn’t I get it before I left for Durham? Sigh.

Still can’t believe the ticket when I was getting it would be more expensive from Edinburgh instead of Glasgow. I mean, seriously; the train actually stopped in Edinburgh from Glasgow!! So silly!!!!!!!

Still, an extra hour on the awesome free WiFi on NXEC.

All trains should have free WiFi on the train like NXEC; especially First trains. Oh, and Cross Country. You could actually take a train from Penzance all the way to Edinburgh and not need to switch trains!! Insane!!!!!!

I go out of topic so easily. Sigh. Still, yeah, sounds like I was repeating myself anyway.

I also feel like cutting my hair. Or at least, change my hairstyle. Or maybe just streak my hair.

I know!! So silly, right? But I feel like my hair is exceptionally flat right now. And the ends are not behaving; curling in and out. However, I fear if I cut my hair, it’ll take forever to grow it back. Trimming it so often. Still, from my experience, it would actually look longer instead of shorter once I cut my hair.

Short hair is so bloody odd. Though I am getting used to it; having short hair. Though it is more fun to have long hair, obviously. So no way will I be maintaining short hair. Hahaha. It is definitely more expensive since have to cut it more often to maintain the shape. It was a lie that my hair would stay in shape longer. Well, it did… since I cut my hair cut some time before I left for the British Isles. And I’ve been back for over a month.

Yeah… maybe I would do something with my hair. Hmmm…

iTunes

I am soooooooo silly!!

I moved my My Music folder instead of copying it to my external HDD!!

Didn’t help that I was passing it to Amni the next day (which was Friday), I didn’t realize it until I wanted to listen to The Ting Tings.

Before that I was listening to… I can’t remember. Above I, definitely, since I couldn’t transfer my iTunes folder. And Amy Macdonald’s Next Big Thing, but that is in the format of a video since she hasn’t recorded it.

Gosh… Good thing I realized that before Amni left for Miri!!

Imagine… Listening to the singers/groups/bands before the letter I only. It was about only 7GB…

Actually… I was listening to Franz Ferdinand before I decided to switch to The Ting Tings. Yeah, wouldn’t have been that bothered, I suppose… Since Amy Macdonald was there as well. Hmmm… Stilll!!!

Made me somewhat wanted to get an iPod. But it has passed… Yes, even though I accidentally stepped on the battery cover of my mp3 player. Regardless of the fact that I want a MacBook… I still think iPod is overrated.

Went to Amni’s place, and thought the best thing to do was finish moving everything to the external HDD, and then copy it back to my My Music folder on my laptop.

Sadly, the transfer wiped my iTunes clean. So there’s no more Play Count!!!!

The 700+ play count of McFly’s All About You!!
300+ of Amy Macdonald’s Wish For Something More!!
The Saturday’s Fall being played 230+ times.
No You Girls by Franz Ferdinand for 270+ times.

Err… what else. Oh!! Taylor Swift’s Love Story… about 350+. Kellie Pickler’s Best Days of Your Life 170+…

Yeah, that’s what’s bothering me most.

My play count on iTunes.

Oh, I did get back the same amount of folders and file size back. None missing, definitely.

I don’t know!!!

I was sooooo crazy over All About You!! Then Best Days of Your Life. And No You Girls somewhat “cured” the obsession since after that I did listen to other songs instead of continuously repeatingMcFly or Kellie Pickler’s songs.

Actually, mainly because when I downloaded Franz Ferdinand’s albums, I downloaded other albums too. Hahaha. So, I wanted to listen to what I downloaded.

Man!!!!

I know; what a silly thing that is disappointing me now.

A friend was commenting that if my iTunes was a country, the majority race there would be the Scottish.

I honestly did not know just how many Scottish singers/bands I had in my iTunes.

I thought that Travis was American!! I don’t know why, but I just thought so!!

Next would be Irish, apparently.

And then Country Western American.

Oh, though if you combined all the Americans, might be slightly more than the Scots. Probably. I don’t know. I didn’t check. My no life friend checked (procrastinating on her dissertation; which is why I am not saying who it was… Good thing I have several of them) when I was listing them out to her.

Students would do anything in the name of procrastination.

And I probably have more rock bands than country music now.

I did listen to rock music before, but occassionally, and definitely wasn’t this into indie rock!! Must have developed it after going for my A-levels classes with two boys who would almost always play Muse. That was how I discovered them. I liked them when I first heard them, but it started to annoy me because it was as if they only had one bloody CD!! And the absolutely refuse to switch on the radio. No bloody idea why. So I got used to it, and liked it, and downloaded their albums… And listened often enough but can’t be proven right now. Sigh.

Oh, even though apparently there are a lot of Irish musicians in my My Music folder, trust me, I do not listen to Westlife. I think they’re a disappointment and an embarrassment to the Irish and those with Irish ancestry. Seriously. Gosh. What do people see in them? Gahh!!

Wonder if I didn’t do my A-levels in SJ, would I have discovered my love of rock music while I was studying in England? Or would I start listening to their pop songs only? Oh well. The older I got, the more I only occassionally listened to pop songs. Oh well…

Currently reading Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. Wishing that I know Turkish and Greek history better than I do. Heck, the only Greek thing I dealt with since leaving the world of calculation, mathematics and economics (not that I could remember that alphabet well!! While I was in high school and had to copy formulas with those Greek letters, I confused sigmas and deltas; the small ones. Pretty similar, no? And some of it, I only knew how to write; no bloody idea what the name was. It was hell when the teacher was reading the formula; I didn’t know which squiggly thing to scribble on my notebook!!) is my Greek tutor whose name I struggled to remember how to spell and pronounce, but which the School Manager insisted I should know how to spell and pronounce before I went to my first EU tutorial with him. Oh, I had to change my tutorial slots because it was clashing with my seminars. I think I had an English sounding name initially. Oh well. So long not the Italian, eh?

Wonder how different it would be if I went to an American uni with all the Greek letters for the name of sororities and fraternities. I would probably describe the shape of the letters instead.

To think, when I was younger, I did contemplate of learning Greek. I was such a nerd; reading the Greek myth… and Roman after that. Oh!! A fascinating retelling of it in the modern world is Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Haven’t gotten it, but saw it. I wanna get it!!!!! Though a bit weird that Athena has a child. Like, didn’t she request to Zeus that she remained virgin? (I still find it hilarious that Hera is able to “regain” her virginity by washing at a lake or something. What… the… hell… People those days were rather insane, weren’t they? Not that we’re that much saner now anyway)

Now, I know that I would never be able to handle another alphabet again. The only one I use nowadays is the capital delta; a triangle, and that is because it means change. From calculus, I picked that up, I think (probably the only topic in additional mathematics I could do; and some people say it is the hardest. My brains works in very weird ways…), or from my mother’s many shorthands.

So, it is very unlikely that I would ever embrace my Chinese side full enough to learn any Chinese dialect.

To learn Greek, I would probably cry and instead of seeing words… I see formulas instead, and killed myself due to seeing to many maths.

How tragic.

Still, I am curious enough to understand Middlesex a little bit better.

Hmmm…

Maybe I’ll read the wiki page before continuing reading it.

It is interesting, from what I’ve read.

Gosh.

Yeay!!

Finally!!

I’ve finished reading Catcher in the Rye. Hahaha.

Nonetheless, I still don’t get the story.

Oh well. Too bad then. At least I’ve finished reading it. I’ll read it again once I get a chance again. Hopefully it wouldn’t take forever the second time round…

Now am reading Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. Sadly, I got the abridged version instead of the actual one. Got tricked. Okay, I wasn’t concentrating. Oh well.

Still, I am already on page 60!!

So much faster than Catcher!! Must have been the story.

Oh well.

I want to change the theme of my blog… Find it a bit too plain now. However, I feel too lazy to change the human calender section. Arrggghhhh!!!

So silly!!

edit: Changed the theme to one that I wouldn’t need to change the human calender for. Hahaha.

I might follow you on Twitter one day; once you’re done with your obsession.

No guarantees though.

Daffodils

I remember I was supposed to blog on my trip to Cameron Highlands… which I have forgotten about somewhat due to the many memories made in the British Isles…

However, when I suddenly woke up just now, I remembered telling my mother when she was shocked I saw daffodils there that “the daffodils speak in a thick Scottish brogue here, pretty much like one of my professors. They were shouting “we’re he-ah!!”

Her accent is similar to Amy Macdonald’s. Similar but not quite.

Actually, I am not sure if what I typed sound right… but I think it might be.

Haha.

Driving

PS: I am on a writing binge. Or should I say, typing… and with no structure whatsoever. Could anything like that be considered “writing”? I don’t know… Though I think I better do laundry before the helper comes… Hmmm…

I just can’t, for the life of me, imagine how people could just drive aimlessly. I just… can’t. Even when I was starting to drive again, to practice my driving, it was so difficult for me to drive for the sake of driving.

After all, I hate driving.

It was a blessing that I “practiced” driving while I was trying to find the National Archive… Getting lost in KL. Rather aimless, but I was searching for something!! Gosh, I absolutely hate driving around KL, searching for something, what with all the one way street. Urgh. Annoying!!

To drive aimlessly… just to floor the accelerator and feel the speed… That just doesn’t attract me.

Especially since I drive that way anyway.

Speeding, to me, is a neccessity. Oh, not because I enjoy speeding.

It is because, speeding would cut the driving time shorter, even if it is just by a minute, it is still less time spend behind the wheels. I have absolutely no problem spending time in a car. Just so long as I am not navigating the way.

Several weeks ago, I was sending my mother to KLIA, and she freaked out when she realize I was going at 150km per hour. Sometimes I hate that the speedometer is in the middle now. Maybe if it was in front of me, I might realize that I’ve gone above 130km/h; the absolute maximum my mother would tolerate on the 110km/h highway. She usually says not to go more than 10 above the speed limit.

I thank God that we have not received a speeding ticket. I would soooo die if we did.

It took me about half an hour to come back home; what would usually take about 40-50 minutes. See… it counts!!

Though I don’t speed when there’re a lot of bends on the road.

I feel that my steering is still not that good, though much better than I was before. Well, rather sad if it is worse.

It is rather insane to speed when there’s a lot of bends on the road, come to think of it. I might hate driving, but I am not insane. Or at least, I may not mind scratches on the car (bumper actually; both front and back. I freak out quite a bit if I scratch the main body, which thank goodness is not much), but I would freak out if it resembles an accordion!!

A friend, when I was in England, asked me to describe the Vios. Being boob lovers  instead of ass lovers (according to Fatin anyway; and it might be disputed if one watches Episode 2 of the 3rd series of Rab C Nesbitt titled Touch [the one with the tranny barmaid]), there are mostly hatchbacks in Britain. And, I suppose, being rather posh, it was rather difficult for me to hunt down for a Yaris, which would be the easiest to describe; “that, but with an ass,” and some description of the ass… which I would tell later. The nearest was a Prius (which, after reading that you don’t change gears but use buttons to drive it… puts me off somewhat. Though it would still be amusing to own it just to put an Apple sticker on it and be one of the “white people” ), which was a lil bit harder… “that, but with more lights, and with softer angles. And an ass. If you’re a driver with a Vios in front of you, you would think that the trunk looks like a fat bald happy Chinese Buddha, because the curve of the boot gives the impression that it is a bald person, and the curve of the lights make it look like a squinty eyed person laughing.”

My mother is not able to see this elusive Buddha at the rear of our car. She thinks it is my imagination run wild. I do like the way I describe it, if I say so myself. Guarantee to send people into fits of laughter. Buddha at the rear of your car. Yeah right, Nani. You’re insane.

Oh, reading the wiki article for Toyota Vios, apparently only J grade has manual transmission. Since when we got it, there was only G and S, and we ended up picking G because I thought the extra crap on S was tacky instead of “sporty”, it was a lost argument to want a shift stick. Still, since it is a semi-automatic–though with only 4 gears–I would still be changing gears, though the dropping of the speed is not as obvious as a manual. Only I use the other 3 gears; both my mother and cousin just use the D gear. I feel the engine feels a bit “loose” if I start on D immediately… Like when you’re supposed to drive on the 3rd gear, but you’re on the 4th gear and you’re too lazy to drop it… something like that.

I still think that the difficulty of driving a shift stick is overrated, even though I refuse to drive my cousin’s car; though my refusal of driving her car is more due to the fact that the reflection on her mirrors–sides and rear–are impossible to see if you’re not used to it. Yes, her clutch is a bit tight, and the engine died on me several times while I was getting a hang of it when I was moving the car, but once I got out of the house compound, the driving was alright… until I had to turn. I could hardly see if there was a car coming towards me from my left!! Freaked me out quite a bit.

You should only be scared of something happening when you’re in the first gear, I find. What could happen when you’re in other gears anyway? The engine would die only when the engine doesn’t have enough power, and you would have been pressing the accelerator for quite some time before you can move on from the first gear.

The balancing thingy could be a pain in the ass, I suppose. I would admit I wouldn’t want to be driving a manual if I lived or worked in Glasgow or Edinburgh… or Bristol… Where else… Err… Though I think especially Glasgow. I do remember they do like putting traffic lights at the hills. It is ridiculous. I don’t mind, but I wouldn’t want to, you know what I mean? If I lived in those cities, I think I might love automatics. Hahaha. Yes, I prefer driving a manual because I feel more in power, but not being confident about your ability to navigate around your home/work area but totally confident on the motorway, which you might see only occassionally unless you live quite far from your workplace (which I think is silly if you’re not staying with your parents)??? Kinda dumb to still insist on a manual, right? But, yes, only in those places, I think… Even in London with the jams I would prefer a manual; London is relatively flat.

Is there anyone thinking like I am about the semi-automatic transmission… That it would be more complicated to drive an automatic one day than a manual, what with some of them having 5-speed gear on an automatic transmission; same as a manual!! And a manual only has one extra; reverse. An automatic has another 2; park and neutral. Seriously, man.

My cousin was telling me that soon, there might be seperate manual and automatic licence. We wonder what will they be testing students on. Though, it might be that they would have to learn how to change gears on a semi-automatic car then. Hahaha. I find it sometimes it is harder to shift gears on the Vios than a manual car. Oh, there’s no clutch to press and release, I know. However, the gear is in a straight like. Well, almost; there are slight bends, but it is easy to sometimes accidentally push it too much, and instead of going to a higher gear, you put your car on neutral. And if you’re not used to the engine… you might not realize that your car is not in a driving mode!!

Hahaha. I so don’t envy the kids. Good thing that I have my licence already. I very much doubt they’ll make the test that easy. If they keep the structure, it’ll be one less thing to do; there wouldn’t be any use to have the hill test to make sure you know how to balance the car properly. Or doing the U-turn, which I heard they really do like doing it at quite a sloppy area regardless where you take the test; balancing again.

And really; is checking the side and rearview mirror that time consuming and troublesome that it would put you off driving??? I hate driving, but I don’t think it is that difficult to just glance a bit. Okay, I admit, I hardly glance at the mirror if I am not turning. It is likely that it is me that is in front of you if you’ve been flashing me and I have yet to move to the left lane. A better confirmation is if I actually slow down a bit. Hahaha. Especially if there would be people to the side, making it rather difficult for you to cut me.

Oh, I don’t flash or do anything to make people speed up though. I prefer just cutting them.  I find it utterly annoying and stupid when someone tailgates me. How dumb is it to speed up and break, and speed up and break some  more. Don’t you know that you’re wasting your petrol and ruining the environment? Because you’re in a “hurry”??? I’m all for driving fast, but in an environmentally friendly manner, please. Not in such stupid and dangerous way.

It does tickles me when someone told me they thought that one foot is put on the accelerator and another is put on the break. Te hee. So cute!! Hahaha. So, manual drivers are actually aliens who could hide their third leg. Like that president of the universe dude in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, though his were arms rather than legs. Still. Oohh!! Like Stitch from Lilo & Stitch. Oh, those were arms as well. Oh well. Something like that, you know?

Edit:

Okay, not so much editing as I realize that what I intended should be in was forgotten to be included.

Kinda surprising that someone who hates driving passed her driver’s licence test on her first try? My uncle who took me to practice thought there was no hope for me passing (it was the weekend before I sat for the test, which was on a Thursday) after I crashed into a neighbor’s bush at the village. Hehehe. I just had to put my mark on the car!! All my cousins, except for the one born the same year as me, who has Down syndrome, had (or have, since they still have the car and I have younger cousins. Just the last one, who is turning 7 this year, haven’t driven the car. Doubt she would ever though. Haha. Oh yes, it is the one that I don’t like driving now due to the mirrors. It wasn’t so bad back in 2005… No, not have; will and have since. Okay, I give up. I’m not sure now what should be used…). However, to my defence, it is not easy to get back to our house!! From the main road, you would have to slow down, and turn at the slope, and it is quite a sharp turn at that!! Didn’t help my steering was horrid, so I crashed into the bush in front of the house. Hahaha. Only one broken branch alright!! Not so bad!! Still, he wasn’t confident about it. Didn’t help I was so bloody impatient!! Haha.

My two instructors were saints. Seriously. I was the one scolding them instead of the other way round. I absolutely hated the sessions. They found it odd that a 17-18 year old hated driving so much; I should be excited over it!! They found it amusing that I was learning because my mother was forcing me to (it took me a year to actually learn the actual driving after passing my theory test. I used A-levels as an excuse, but it only worked for the first sem. However, there was a 6 months period between the first and second lesson ). Once, I almost burst into tears because I was so frustrated. And would be pissed with my mistakes. They were great men and great teachers, I have to say.  Oh, I had two instructors mainly because I did the bulk of my lessons after my A-levels finals; 3 months before I was going to England. And quite intensive after I had a minor-which-unintentionally-became-major surgery. Makes me wonder how I did it, and passed.

Sometimes, maybe because I had this “oh, fuck it, I don’t care if I passed this stupid test even though I will be going to the UK next week and not be able to resit for it” attitude on that day that I passed. I really couldn’t be bothered if I passed. I didn’t feel nervous. I remember while waiting for my turn for the tests I was actually reading a novel. I was the epitome of calm, and impatience. I just wanted it to be over and done with. And when the uncle who ran the branch of the driving school near my house told me I passed, I was like “whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttt???” Hahahaha. I didn’t even know I passed; I didn’t even check. Told my family, and they were like “whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattt???” too. Hahaha. Especially my mother, after the car crashed into the bush.

It would amuse you to know that, after I got the physical licence in December 2005 (I came back for Christmas), I went back to our hometown. My aunt told me to drive to town with her, just to practice. I refused. She asked “so what is the licence for? Just to be framed and showed to all?” I told her, “yes”. When I got back to PJ, I went hunting for a nice frame, and told my mother I want to go back for a day trip (since I was back for only 3 weeks), taking the bus, but in the end we went back again on my last weekend back. And I put my licence in the frame and put it on the family display for guests to see. One of my cousins made sure that it was on the display when the guests came visiting at Eid. Hehehe. I only took the licence back when I came back for good.

So, one day before I left for the UK in March, she wanted to use the internet and used my laptop. My firefox was open to my amazon.co.uk page. One of the recommendations was a BBC show, Learners. Can’t remember why they recommended it to me that day. Apparently, one of the characters failed her test nine times. Being someone who passed on her first try, I was thinking, how daft can one be? I know; how snobbish. Hahaha. My mother’s so amused at that plot of the story that she wants to see it. Still does. Just too bad I was only left with 100 quid by the time I was going to Glasgow, and I had almost a month still before I went back to Malaysia.

She still wants to watch it. I’m too lazy to search for it online if it is available.

Sometimes I feel like it too; but really. Would I want to?

Makeup

I find it weird that a friend of mine has no qualms about using designer make up, but frowns at the amount of money I spend on my shampoo and conditioner.

Seriously man.

Oh, and the amount I spend on my shampoo? Not that much since I use lugged John Frieda from England. Plus, it doesn’t cost that much; 5 quid a bottle!! Not as much as her makeup anyway!!

Urgh. Seriously!!

Looking down at drugstore brand makeup and all. Like it is so horrible. If it comes anywhere near you, you would suddenly break out or something.

I suppose it is dificult now that you have an expensive taste. I don’t envy you, but seriously, a lot of your money goes into paying for the advertisement than the greatness of the product. Fine, say that I sound like a sour grape; not that I care anyway, since I am bitching. Plenty of people get by with drugstore brands anyway, and have certain pieces of designer makeup. You’re not the only person who has a 9-5 job, you know.

Gahh!!

Anyway, putting that ridiculous person aside, even without using designer brands and concentrating on drugstore brands…

Why are foundations just ridiculously expensive? And considering that it is the fastest finishing item!!

Find, it goes onto a larger surface ladida… And amountwise it is more…

However, my blusher is only about 5g less than my foundation, but it is aboyt RM15 less than the foundation on discounted price when the blusher is at normal price!!

Just how insane is that?

(A sick part of me thinks, “probably the price of all foundation increased thanks to the amount the cast of Twilight and New Moon used.” OMG, if this is true… it’ll be hell till they finish Breaking Dawn. The amount of vampires. Dieeee)

Especially considering there’s no glitter in it… Or complicated double color… I don’t know. It is just so annoying that it is so expensive!!

And I know I did get more tanned while I was in London. Damn the stronger sun there!! Arrgghhh!! Trust me to get darker when I go to a cooler climate country. Though my foundation doesn’t look gray; that’s superb news. Hahaha.

I find it weird that another friend prefers those powder mineral foundation when she doesn’t like the two-way cake because she feels like the cake is “too light”. I find the powder so… urgh, I’m not sure how to explain. But I have problems when it comes to the eye area. It’s like… suddenly, my skintone becomes more uneven because I can’t apply the foundation properly at the eye area.

I abhor liquid foundation. I really do!! I find it quite troublesome to apply, even with a foundation sponge. Using fingers is an absolute nightmare. It amazes me how some of my friends think they got away with it, not realizing that I can see clearly the finger streaks on their faces. The thing is, we’re not so close that I could point it out to them. And most of those that make this mistake are so big headed that they think their application is superb that they would feel absolutely insulted if I point it out. A big help is to not apply your foundation in yellow light; you can’t see yourself clearly. Seriously, yellow light makes gray look rosy, and you do not want to look gray and streaky.

And if you do use liquid foundation, please use powder to set the foundation, and so that you would have a more matte finish. With just liquid foundation, you look like you just had botox, with all that shine.

I absolutely adore two-way cakes. For a better coverage, wet the sponge before tapping it to the cake. I find the coverage equals to the liquid, but with less hassle. And if you choose not to powder, you could get away with it. However, sometimes even when applied with a dry sponge I would set it with loose powder. It just, stays better, you know?

Still… arrggghhhh!!! Why so expensive?????? I’m down to my last refill. And I got rid of all my other types of foundation. Heck, I don’t even have concealer. Dumped most things since I realize I had them since my first year of university.

Ewwww!!!!

So now, being extremely broke, I need to stock up on essential make up; foundation and concealer.

How frinkin’ perfect. Thank goodness I still have base and loose powder.

Since I started using a brush to apply powder, I can’t imagine using compact powder anymore. I’m thinking it is likely I’ll be lugging around that pot of loose powder around once I start working.

And my facial masque is also finishing. Oh, not everything, thank God. I think that might be about it. Still, I don’t know what brand of masque would I use next!! I’m currently using Crabtree & Evelyn which I got when they were discontinuing a line, so I very much doubt that I would be able to get it. Anyway, it is not as fantastic as their La Source masque, so I doubt I would be getting it anyway. I just can’t think what masque would I be getting next…

Hmmm…

Amni

Amni is back in Malaysia!!

Yeay!!

Now my credit will be finishing. Hehe.

Though she uses Maxis as well… Oh well. I’ll be able to use up the free texts I got from the points I receive.

I do wonder how they calculate the points they award us. Hmmm…

I’ve finished Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl.

I was reading it in between Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides.

It is slightly thicker than Catcher in the Rye, but I take only a fraction of the time I spend with Catcher.

It is ridiculous.

I remember not having started with New Moon when I started with Catcher. I haven’t bought Eclipse as well.

And I have finished the whole Twilight saga and the Harry Potter series, even with wanting to wait for the latter’s price to fall (wonder will it fall with the movie coming out in Malaysia very soon).

And JD Salinger’s masterpiece?

I just don’t get why I would fall asleep about a page and a half after I read it.  I sleep waaaaaaayyyyy too much when I read Catcher. It is absolutely ridiculous!!

Makes me wonder why people actually like it.

I don’t know if New York kids are like that, but I just can’t imagine any teenager being that bad even during their rebelious period. I don’t know… Probably priviledged kids, perhaps?

Somehow I feel like it is very likely that I would finish Middlesex before I finish Catcher.

I wonder if I would actually ever finish that book!!

Maybe for my next appointment, I would bring the book… Then I wouldn’t fall asleep. But there’s so few pages… I might finish before I get to see the doctor… Oh man… Sigh.

Fine. I will read the book every night when I am supposed to go to bed.

At night.

I really shouldn’t be awake at this time. Sigh.

OMG!!

Oh… my… God…

How could anyone think of ruining any of Muse’s songs???

Apparently there’s an album called “string tribute” to Twilight OST, and they just had to ruin Carter Burwell’s masterpieces (though some of it doesn’t sound too bad, but Bella’s Lullaby sounds so bloody wrong somehow)…

And Muse’s too!!

OMG!!

Die!!

It’s blasphemy!!!

Arrggghhhh!!!!

And no, I am not going to be watching New Moon. However, if the same lady mixes the OST, I might go and listen to it, though unlikely. I’m hoping that I would have a job by then, and wouldn’t have time to do anything so stupid.

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