Tasty Tumor

Ms Holiday and my man.

2010-08-12T21:21:00.000+12:00

You can so much as cry listening to how sad and sincere this song is. After loving a person for so long, I guess you just get addicted to the pain. No metacycles or reaction mechanisms can account for it.

May we both find peace, Billie Holiday.

Green Grass

2010-08-01T22:43:00.000+12:00

Female rendition of the brilliant Tom Waits' song handled with much grace. Just beautiful.

Bye bye Easter:(

2010-04-15T12:33:00.001+12:00

(via Poppin's Garden)

You'll know when I am overloaded with assignments when I start blogging again. Ha.

Ball's preface

2009-10-27T00:09:00.001+13:00

Page xv

Subject: physical chemistry

"Is this subject hard?"

-The entire text of a Usenet posting to sci.chem, September 1, 1994

Very captivating introduction. Sort of like Jones'.

The rest of the pages though, I better not comment on or speak of. Unless of course, you'd be willing accept the challenge.

Craving..

2009-10-24T12:46:00.000+13:00

for blue suede shoes...

Screw the crazy weather. Spring calls for a bit of colour, regardless of the endless rain and hailing.

I'm a size 7 :)

Mooning

2009-10-22T18:09:00.000+13:00

I wouldn't lie to you and say that I haven't been very dispirited lately. :( I couldn't think of a better booster than a good cup of coffee and a doze of artful photography with Astrud Gilberto singing in the background.

Some of my favourites:

Thank you EnglishMuse for brightening up my day. I am your new fan:)

JCO

2009-10-04T04:05:00.000+13:00

Joyce Carol Oates

Writer of "We Were the Mulvaneys", which became a best-selling novel after being selected by Oprah's Book Club. Isn't she pretty?

My apologies. I think I might have expressed some negativism about the story in my previous post. I just realized that the theme, the plot, and the background of the story fit its purpose, as it reminds us that even the most perfect of families or person could be challenged and are vulnerable to failure. Something like Chinua Achebe's "Things fall apart". Brilliant work, really. Looking forward to reading your other novels:)

Tumor

2009-09-02T03:10:00.002+12:00

What strikes your mind when you hear the word tumor really?

Growth, cell multiplication, cancer!, progressive, rapid (forgive my embarrassingly dull and incompetent medical diction, those were just off the top of my head). Granted, it could be friendly, pre-malignant, or malignant; but face it, the word itself has some kind of chill to it.

A problem is like a tumor in a way; it could be minor and trivial, above-average but still bearable, or it could be acute. However we often forget its other possible identities; inconspicuous, progressive, and tendency to become cancerous.

Sometimes, even a "small problem" can go terribly wrong and uncontrolled in the end. Why?

First of all it starts with our handicap of not being able to distinguish the weight of the problem at hand, thinking that this "small problem" is petty, when it is actually code red.

One of the following might then occur.

1. Not aware of how serious the issue is, we put it at the back of our heads somewhere or place it in the lastest ranking in our "to-do" list, which we never attend to anyway (because more problems show up), unconsciously giving ourselves a rabid cycle.

2. We withdraw ourselves from the problem, just too plain scared to face or even think about it.

3. We rely entirely on optimism; regarding optimism itself is the main course or "the effort" to solve the problem, often forgetting that it is actually a supplement.

Unless we were born lucky, the plot would predictably thicken ; the situation worsens and gets more and more out of hand.

Climax.

It all stems from how we deal with the problem at first. The three scenarios above are all too common in our culture, habitual even; which if i might add is ubiquitous in all of Rashid Sibir's dramas. Tear-jerking, but emitting no real impact on this sad custom.

Resolution.

People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them.
George Bernard Shaw

If you've watched "We were the Mulvaneys", you would've probably come up with this post too.

'Adila

2009-08-20T22:20:00.001+12:00

"Fair" is my middle name.

What's yours?

Ps: Anonymous-es welcomed.

Calendar

2009-08-17T19:21:00.000+12:00

Ahh. It is that time of year again, isn't it?

You wonder how you've turned from this:

to this:

I'm now going to be brave and not deny this aging process as I'm proud of ALL the phases that I've experienced; i.e. of being fat, being the jealous gf, being too sensitive and emotional, having arthritis and rheumatic fever, ponteng classes and menyorok dalam locker (AND later belakang pokok, tapi kantoi because of the stupid fluorescent blue kain sekolah), the never-ending family chaos, the period of extreme vanity (oh those pouty, headshot photos.eek), rebellion, love, heartache, and many many more. Some too embarrasing to mention. Don't even get me started on the fashion fads I've been through; The oversized shirts, the bohemian craze, the wristband and bangle fever, the coloured pants, the bell-bottoms (oh yeah), the flowered and sequined jeans, etc etc.

Dull, you say?

I beg to differ.

Happy aging, Wuggly. :)

PS: Special thanks to the Italian guy who brought out the cake and sang Happy Birthday with unmatchable gusto. Baci e abbracci, little man, baci e abbracci.

And ofcourse, to my wonderful wonderful friends, my days in Wellington would not be as sweet without you. :)

Stop. Rewind.

2009-08-09T18:46:00.006+12:00

I am sure we are not fond of those who are hangat-hangat tahi ayam. The phrase practically screams negativity. But we are all mere mortals (or atleast I am). Hence I find myself in this kind of situation ~~quite a number of times~~ oh heck, a LOT of times before. This blog for example. Where the hell was I in January(after new year's), February, March, April, May and June? I should be more than grateful that some people still include my link on their page.

Yes. Shame on me.

However, I did myself some justice in July.

I,

1. Debated in Bahasa Melayu. Mind you I was sputtering most of the time trying to think of the correct kata hubung. Mostly funny photos were resulted. Pfft.

2. Ran 400m, and 4x400m (and survived with a silver). Something my Zuhal colleagues and seniors would probably be astounded to know. Haha.

3. Weathered H1N1 independently(a not-so-sad word for alone), and with much discipline. I refrained myself from going about infecting people. However it was not a fuzzy feeling at all.

4. So bored from no.3 that I finally finished a book (after about two years of not doing so).

Hopefully this momentum has come to stay for a long long time.

Oh. Yay.

2009-08-08T22:25:00.006+12:00

Today I just found out that half my class are top scholars of the university. And there are probably just about 30+ of us, chem majors. Super. It is blood-tingling to know that you are bound to end up on the opposite side of the bell-curve for finals.

Give me Einstein's superlative genes and Curie's hard-out passion(or obsession, rather) for chemistry, and I'll be all set.

Grief

2009-07-26T20:51:00.002+12:00

Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.

-Kahlil Gibran

Dear Yasmin,

You will forever remain an inspiration and idol in our hearts. May you be in good hands of the Almighty. Al-fatihah.

Confession

2009-06-22T01:35:00.000+12:00

I miss the tingles. I really do.

hello.

2009-01-07T21:36:00.003+13:00

2009.

resolution?

cross out "hope" and "uncertainties" from my dictionary. like this. ~~hope~~

and bold inelasticity and its synonyms.

God help me be staunch.

Just a thought.

2008-12-03T23:37:00.002+13:00

I am one person who does not think twice about sharing. It does feel nice to help others, even if it is by sharing. But. some things are just not meant to be shared. Don't pretend to be clueless; you know what I mean. It is these kind of things that turns furby into a gremlin.

Trust me, you do not want to meet this gremlin.

For the ears, and heart.

2008-11-05T10:53:00.006+13:00

When life is slowly unmasking itself as a bitch, music comes in and gives a theme for it.

The trick is to find the right one; the one that does not follow the theme. Atleast it lets you feel less moronic.

Note: The good ones teach you how to play the game like a bitch as well.:)

Trick or Treat?

2008-11-01T08:21:00.007+13:00

Waking up at 7 am. Trick.

Surviving a whole day of studying on three microscopic-sized sushi. Trick.

Smuggling 'em sushi and complicating the situation by dipping them in soy sauce and wasabi in the library without getting caught. Trick.

Yummy cinnamon-brown Clarks heels. Treaaattt!

Getting chummy with Nash Equilibrium and the likes. Trick trick!

Refraining self from going to the toilet for more than three hours. Trick.

Discovering that the library's cd rentals are at $1 each. Damn nice treat.

Getting acquainted with numerous witches with brooms, tiny frankensteins/hulks, unidentified characters with capes, uncontrollable mummies and jesus(?). I personally find the countless pocket-sized angel-of-deaths either crying, or running around with cotton candy in one hand and scythes in the other very amusing. Treat.

Munching on Lil' Orbits. Treat.

Not submitting usual self to neurosis. Trick;)

Happy Halloween:)

Important note to self

2008-10-31T02:28:00.008+13:00

Please remember to ask for the chef's recommendations the next time you're trying new food in a new restaurant, Hazel. Especially when the price is not what you normally pay for.
And do not confidently generalize sauces/cream/garnishings. They may be different than the ones you've tasted before, and may end up stupefying you.

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Today, my knowledge about italian cuisine has shamed me. Admittedly, the yellow 'white sauce' that turned up baffled me throughout dinner. I recall experiencing this in Melbourne not quite long ago, when 'cream' turned out to be tomato sauce. :(

Thank god the double chocolate torte was good. Despite giving 'chocolate' a light wake-up call in my previous post, this, I say with utmost sincerity and justness, You can never go wrong with chocolate.

The Mighty Goo.

2008-10-29T16:11:00.001+13:00

A dollop of it will kiss all tears away. Extremely divine when it is semi-hot and smooth, and added with a tinge of milk chocolate, or other sweet substitutes. Ahh. Sometimes, nothing beats the taste of velvety, creamy peanut butter.

Putting March 2007 case aside (the infamous Salmonella outbreak), nothing can so much tarnish my perception about peanut butter and its power of yum.

Renowned source of protein.(Hence, the Peanut Butter Project, and its significant importance in aiding those with malnutrition and Kwashiorkor)
Food for the depressed. Although I can expect most people wouldn't agree, try J.co's Why Nut, and you'll probably change your mind.
If Why Nut is hard to find, try toasting bread with it using a sandwich maker. I swear, it literally sparked my life at one point.
I deemed the Peanut Butter and Chocolate milkshake to be one of the best shakes I've tasted.
A godsend domestic tool; reputably used for removing gum or sticky stuff from surfaces and hair. The whole cast of Tom & Jerry are fans too.
Praise-worthy peanut brainchilds and recommendations: Apart from the ones I've mentioned above, peanut butter and butter waffles, Peanut butter and condensed milk crepes, Banana parfaits (with a dash of peanut butter, chocolate and whipped cream), peanut bars, kuih mazola/kacang, Reese sticks, my butternut crunch caramel cake(aha:P).

On a rather negative note..

Although the ongoing debate about nuts and pimples has not reached an agreed conclusion, (and eventhough I recall the infinite times this issue had me in the state of denial) the notion does have some truth in it.
It is an underrated fearsome weapon. http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2008/1002082allergy1.html
Apparently, peanut butter disproves the theory of evolution. haha. http://blog.newhumanist.org.uk/2008/05/peanut-butter-disproves-evolution.html

Now chocolate has a worthy opponent.

I have decided

2008-10-26T23:03:00.005+13:00

...that from now on, I will:

1. reposition my bed away from the wall
2.try to wear warm-coloured clothes. Technically, I should be wearing more pink, and salmon, but I have none. Yes. None.
3.take down the painting of a happy nanny(from Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends) I made, and replace it with..my painting of calla lillies and maybe my Nirvana poster too.
4.buy flowers again.
5.try to find cheap rose quartz. (one of my least favourite gemstone. urgh)
6.oh, and a globe.

Come to me, oh good chi.

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update: With all the above written and done, I feel like I am an epitome of the current season change, or the spring-summer midseason. It is amusing how lymphnodes started popping out like daisies around my neck today. Certainly blends well with the fever and joint pains.

The story of the girl and the rain.

2008-10-25T20:28:00.008+13:00

There was once a girl who strives to look at life through rose-coloured glasses. Oh how ambitious she was. Every night, before she sleeps, she will pray for some positivism the next day. Unfortunately, all results in utter dismay.

She prayed for joy; but all she found were tears.

She prayed for love; all she got were heartaches and pain.

She then thought of peace; just to be upset by feuds and war.

She prayed for something as simple as the Sun; but her coat got drenched the very next day.

The endless catastrophes, one after the other, tired her eventually. Those rose-coloured glasses turned foul gray. But then she silently prayed for anything that was best for her. Anything.

And soon enough, she found him.

The next few days and months, some things remained the same. She still caught herself in tears, in pain, in neverending feuds and soaked to the skin every other day. There was one thing different though. He was there with her. It was then that she realized that she finally discovered joy, love, and peace; and she felt...complete.

And there they held on to each other tightly as the warm, radiant light of the rainbow glazed upon them after the rain.

Thank you for bringing me the rainbow sayang.

The deadly Cs

2008-10-24T21:11:00.003+13:00

Cancer
Cigarettes
Carbon
Coronary artery disease
Cannabis
Cardiac failure
Carcinoma
Cholera
Club
Crossbow
Carbine
Chemistry (having it as a major)
Cape buffalos
Crocodiles
Cobras
Cyclone

A one-minute mind/word game for gore-devotees.

.....Sepi

2008-10-22T22:02:00.002+13:00

Another film under the commendable directions of Kabir Bhatia, following his previous complimentary success with 'Cinta'. The clever anthology of the ~~life~~ love (who am I kidding?) stories of three individuals sparked by a single event of an accident has done justice to the rather obvious theme, loneliness and sub-themes, loss and love; the 3Ls usually inseparable by nature except for maybe in the fortunate lives of those ideal Disney characters we used to idolize when we were dreamy infants. (Damn you Princess Aurora).

Though some cheesy parts of the script may have invited a few cringes and adoihs here and there, the overall performance of the casts were fairly creditable particularly Afdlin's which I deemed to be most appropriate. I was just about to critique on Pierre's familiar stagnant character and inflexible persona when the storyline slowly anti-climaxed, atomizing into bits that made his character more sensible, and indirectly saves his own acting credibility (in my humble opinion that is).

The film's rave reviews and positive feedback is reasonably agreed upon nonetheless, although it does not topple Kabir's 'Cinta' in my list. Among the reason being the way some critical values are overlooked. His cheesy lines aside, I was admittedly infuriated with Sufi's ignorance towards his son, be it in his times of depression, or when he was hopelessly in love with Marya. There is just this cumbersome air in his story that could possibly entice critiques. Another being his bold offer to Marya; something Marya's slaving yet content fishmonger husband could not give, a child. How ironic when even his relationship with his son is not evidently emphasized in the story at all; As a matter of fact,with careful scrutiny, you might find that their father-and-son interaction to be sort of...paralyzed.

On a more happy and positive note, Madnor Kassim's cinematography skills deserve a standing ovation. The film's heavenly camera angles and enticing backdrop can certainly make someone miss home, although again, this is more prominent in 'Cinta'. Overall, this reflects Kabir's apparent preference towards alluring cinematography in his movies, which also deserves a thumb's up.

I guess it is worth giving it a go, especially when it's raining cats and dogs outside and you are in no mood of memorizing chemical reaction mechanisms.

There's nothing like...

2008-10-15T11:27:00.001+13:00

..waking up early in the morning after a good (as correctly defined in the dictionary) night's sleep, a calm and focused Subuh prayer, and later, a good cup of coffee, while listening to birds chirping, intercrossing with the sound of the hissing Bas Sekolahs picking up sleepy kids to school.

Ah. it feels good to be home.

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That is.....until Sunday, which I reckon I'll wake up to the murderous Wellington wind gushing on my flimsy window, accompanied by its ever-faithful ally, the Rain. Can't wait to be Frosty again. Urgh.

my panadol for mood swings.

2008-06-11T10:06:00.003+12:00

Generally I would classify myself as someone very loving and caring (Well, usually anyway). The kind that would go all out for the person I am indebted to. HOWEVER..(here's the good part, i guess? *adds drumrolls*) I am actually quite memorable for being my moments of rage. (yes, it is NOT a daily thing) I have my times. Truth be told, I couldn't understand my anger mechanism myself. It's like an impulse thing where I would just create destruction and damage things when I'm frenzied by something. But I'm quite well-known for that. It wouldn't hurt to share a few of Hazel's greatest moments:

1. I've thrown my deutsch dictionary to a boy during Deutsch class (form 2)

2. Needless to say, pen is always an amuk's primary victim. There were tons of those, sadly twisted and snapped into two (and sometimes three?) during IB, and even till now..Note that it only works on pens with lids, my usual preference is BIC. Very flimsy, would be a delight for the Clic ballpoints are a bit tricky to get around.

3. I have deliberately smashed a medium-sized plastic pail in KMS. (and one in Wellington)

4. And thrown one of Mckenzie's plates like a frisbee (no kidding) from outside the 'kitchenhand's window'

I can assure you that this is not an act based on plain insanity or post traumatic stress. It is just one of those bad hair days, to say the least. I doubt that anyone else could be as crazy as this (and that is a compliment), however, if you are in need of something to calm your thoughts and anger, these might help:

(in no particular order)

1. Watch aeroplanes, with a cool beverage in your hand.

2. Watch Friends. for those who loves juicy, bloody snippets of 'harmless' violence, Happy Tree Friends is quite a way to go.

3. Redecorate. Though my room is quite messy most of the time (the reason being lack of time itself), I'm a firm believer of Feng Shui and the need for smooth-flowing chi. Yes, at times like these, spring cleaning helps. Sweet scent of potpourri, and freshly-cut Calla lillies would be icing on the cake:).

4. Good music. Apparently great with good dessert.

5. Throw stuff, get it out of your system. It helps for someone with the symptoms above. betul tak tipu.

6. And of course, solat.

Feel free to suggest more. I really need to go for some stress management course one day.

P.S. I love whales.

2008-04-18T10:11:00.003+12:00

I'd give up anything to watch whales right now. If I was, I'd probably go skyhopping with them (from all the excitement;P). As far as it is embarrassing to admit, (nonetheless, I still want to); I've checked the Kaikoura website a dozen of times already, and I've cried watching "March of the Penguins" 4 times last month. (Now do not jump into the conclusion that I'm now a caveman yang tak keluar rumah.) But yea..Sea creatures just bring me joy that is pathetically infinite and unimaginable. Their profound social ties is the most beautiful thing about these creatures, so beautiful that it is utterly disappointing to see the vicious rivalry between humans, and how they'd go to any length just to win this shameful battle, even if it causes lives being destroyed. Having been through that, I just feel like little things like watching a whale documentary on tv could make my day. Watching them for real is definitely something I want to do before I die.

Random ramblings and sharing.

my middle name

2008-04-16T18:43:00.003+12:00

My middle name is...

m.i.a.

Seriously, sometimes even the people I hang out with don't know where I am, and they get the same response from my housemates too. Heck, even I don't know where I've been at times. *mula menggeletar* haha. This post is to "hide" the fact that I waste my time easily,carelessly and repeatedly. Tsk tsk tsk. *shakes head at self*

Owh,come on. we all do. ;P

(finally got the writer's block off my system in auckland. adoih.)

highly volatile

2008-02-08T23:20:00.000+13:00

Yes, apparently I write whenever I'm highly volatile. I'm sure you would agree with me that it's somehow easier to express everything in words when you're about to crack. Hence, the inconsistent blog entries. So don't judge me as someone who's moody 24/7, because I'm not.

I'm just more reserved these days; so many things have happened, not recently though (more like october 2007) Haven't gotten over it yet. It's just too overwhelming and painful for me I guess. And did I tell you that it's still happening?

I thought of blogging about it, but I never did get the chance (or time) to. Oh well, I still don't know where or how to begin anyway. It's just too 'bad/(anything opposite of 'good')' to be true. I've told this to some people, and I appreciate those who actually listened and understood what I was going through; but there were a few who didn't, and I seriously regretted telling them. The fact that there was even one who had the nerve to question me and argue about the matter bugs me even more. How dare you judge me when you haven't witnessed, what more experienced it yourself. Maybe you didn't mean to be offensive, but I took it hard. Even if you have things to say, please say it in a considerate manner. Fikirla other people's feelings jugak. Nak fikir yours je. EEE! (This is what happens when you try so hard to understand others, and expect them to understand you back when you're low-but apparently they don't. Not everyonela. Some.)

The thought of this adds more stress; even my face is starting to fall off, and of course, you-know-what. Urgh. And to make it worse, the clinics here close at 5.30. The hospital is all the way in Newtown. WTF?!

Sorry. I'm just a little low. Again, do not judge me based on my blog posts. Ala..those who know me pun tau kan I'm wacky. It just so happens that I blog when I'm pissed. Haha.

P/S: Nak pergi Germany...

Flickrness

2008-01-07T16:20:00.000+13:00

I've just started flickr-ing. No surprise there as there's not much to do around here anyway. Besides, it's about time I put my lil canon to good use. =)

http://www.flickr.com/hazellywuggly

(comments are much appreciated=))

farewell, my dear.

2008-01-03T01:27:00.000+13:00

My dearest Muzani,

I'm writing this after watching four movies, and the last one was about the brutal gangsterism and massacre in Brazil. I find it inspiring. (Yea rite, padahal nak muntah2. Remember me watching 'The Departed'? Haha.) Anyways, I feel like I ought to dedicate something to you before you fly off to the land of automobiles and hot engineers-(you're the hottest. grrr! lol;))

Gosh, it just occured to me that you're going to be a few more continents away from me. :'( Sedih. I'm suddenly moved by the reminiscence of our days together. The long walks, the never-ending conversations, the laughter, the suaps and gomois, and even the tears. I realize that I am not much of a normal girl, and it might be very overwhelming for you at times. Nonetheless, you never fail to kiss away my tears and help me pull through; filling me up with so much love, more than I could ever imagine. It has been a wonderful journey with you thus far and I cherish every single moment of it. I realize that I've become a better person with you by my side; blissful and complete. And till this date, you still manage to make me go weak at the knees and smile whenever I think of you. :)

I know at this very moment, you must be really stressed out, with so much to do and so much to think about. Here's one advice darling : relax. Don't think too much. Nanti lagi banyak uban yang kene cabut.;) Kidding. You worry too much baby, when I know you're going to do so well there, like you always do. I'm sure you're going to make baba, mama, kak mun, munzir and even munir very proud. And no matter what happens, you will always make me proud sayang.:)

I'm going to be with you every step of the way sayang. That's my pledge to you. We will be together again soon. ;) Can't wait. Take care sayang. I love you very much. Now and forever.
*hugs and never lets go*

Sincerely yours.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo.

2007-12-19T14:44:00.000+13:00

H :How exactly do I get an A? because I think I took every opportunity to voice out my opinion and provide critical arguments to every topic we were discussing.

N: I'm sorry, that's not what I feel about you. You have to raise an issue that everyone could talk about, like reading the paragraph, y'know?

*goes speechless and gives a demonic look*

N: So you think the marks I've given you was total injustice?

H: Yes.

And it ended there. The bugger. Reading the paragraph? Let some lil kindy into class and she'll get an A! And the person who got 15 in class (They just changed the 16 into 15)? Yes. He just talked about how he bought a house. Theory? Arguments? Zilch.

Appalled, really.

acute perfectionism

2007-12-18T15:14:00.000+13:00

acute perfectionism.

Most people don't have this problem. But I do. God I do. *shakes head at ownself* I don't know why though, but I always have this urge and utterly-disturbing desire to be the best in everything that I do. I know, I know, that's supposed to be a good thing. But if the outcome is less than what I expected, I seriously beat myself up over it. And when you add that up with my competitive nature (AND pms!), HAIYOH. I go amuk, I tell you. My brain neurons could go ballistic. Seriously, I do NOT know how to tune it down a lil. *pening! pening!*

Ok. This is actually the aftermath of my verrrryyyyyy irritatingly-average participation tute marks. 10/15? BULLSHIT gile ok. Not to sound arrogant or snotty (or perasan, call me apa2 la. i don't bloody care) , but I was one of the most vocal in all the stupid discussions. And I did mind my words, express my opinions-based on theory (unlike half of the class-bantai je cakap apa2. tak baca buku ke apa??!!). And still, 10?! Ok, it's not a bad mark, but it is not a good one either-It's as if I came for only 2 sessions instead of 3. And the funny thing is, someone in my tutorial, got 16/15! which gave him/her an overall mark of 29.5/30. Wtf? (Everyone became pretty quiet after the Greenpeace topic. And I mean everyone.) My conclusion: discrimination.

Ok. I am certainly not perfect, but really, when you work hard for something, and it didn't turn out the way you think it would, it's just devastating. For me, atleast. Like I said, I have this acute-perfectionism-syndrome. Hereditary perhaps. Adoi. Sakitnya dada.

Amuk is back.

P/s: and that's why I keep a box full of chocolates near me all the time.

quiz

2007-12-17T23:49:00.000+13:00

YES!

Free-spirited and wise. You have a strong passionate spirit that touches and changes all who know you. The wisdom and common sense that you have is really what guides you through life. Even so, you also have a very playful side that loves adventure and excitement.

Which Disney Princess Are You?

-took this off suria's page. Thanks suria!:)

I've always admired pocahantas. :) (And that's not one of those biased feelings you get after doing a quiz) Call me lame or whatever for doing the quiz in the first place (for the record, I do take quizzes seriously-every one of em) , but I AM a huge Disney fan:D (you might ask, "so? apa kaitan?") Kaitannyaaaaa..sometimes it's fun to do quizzes, esp when you're bored out of your twisted-yet-hollow mind-AND needed something else to do besides preparing urself for an exam coming up soon. yea. Still, I'm pocahantas.:) Daa dee dumm.

Wingapo!

what muz wrote.

2007-12-17T18:21:00.000+13:00

What he wrote.

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I didn't know what time she was going to be at the airport. But i was there at 4 pm anyway. And i waited for about one and a half hours, waited for the day that she will be leaving me on a jet plane. I tried to contain myself from my emotions , and i tried really hard.

If only i could turn back time, i would just hug her just a little bit tighter, looked into her eyes just a little bit deeper. But would it make a difference?

The time came for us to wave her goodbye. She held my hand and kissed it. My heart was so touched, it reached rock bottom. We took a few last minute photos, and bade her farewell.

I took the train by myself that night. Somehow that made me feel really lonely. No more messages coming in every other hour to make me smile. No more long chitchats in the middle of the night. No more saying goodnight to each other.

She called before she went. As hard as a man tries to get a grip on himself, he had to let himself go. As hard as a man tries to stand, he was brought down to his knees. Tears flowed freely that night. And it never stopped. As if it should anyway.

I miss you so much sayang.

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I miss you. I just really miss you. :,(

greetings from welly.

2007-12-16T16:45:00.000+13:00

murderous boredom.

Forgive my absence. I spend more time daydreaming and shopping than doing anything else here. Funny huh, since there's nothing interesting to shop here anyway. :P I miss Malaysia. Really I do. The fun sundays, the cheap cheap cheap (+lawa) clothing,the food, all the things I left at home(really, I felt like taking everything with me. As if the excess 6 kilos wasnt enough kan.:P) ahhhhhh! Miss miss!

Welly's nice really. Windy, very windy. But nice. and yea, boring at the same time. (Alert: contradiction! contradiction! :P) Yea well, every place has it's pros and cons rite? Here's a list I can think of for good ol' wellington. (Note: I'm not writing this because I'm an ungrateful servant of God.)

Cons first.

1. The abundance of smokers. Not that I have problems with them but it's just a peculiar sight-in my five minutes walk, I could spot upto 20 smokers. And that's just five minutes!
2. Not the place to shop. Adui. Choices- Blahhhhhh!
3. Gays. (I'm not sure if this goes under pros or cons. So I'm going to put it in both)
4. Shops close early.
5. Toilets are hard to find?
6. The glaring sun which can make anyone turn into a buntut kuali.
7. Some people are just not polite. Middle-aged, mostly. It gets to me, seriously. (Hint: do NOT go to Panache's Salon @Lambton Quay)
8. The handphones-terrible. Dreadful beyond words. :/ (Ok. mybe some people wouldnt care, but I do-hooo)
9. The ocean swallowed my lens cap.
10. Cili api is nowhere to be found.
11. Muzani isn't here.
12. Still, muzani isn't here :,(

Pros. :)

1. The place for coffee lovers. like moi:)
2. It does have some San Francisco-ish feel around here, what with the hills and everything. (You gotta love San Francisco)
3. Everything's within reach. Suke!
4. Hell pizza. :)
5. Marketing class!
6. Theatres..
7. Gays. (promotes a safer environment.mereka comel:))
8. Phenomenal scenery.
9. The massive list of things to do with your bf. (but again, muzani isn't here:( )
10. Uuuu uuu, the cats here are sooo chubby and fluffy! *cekup*

So yea. Forgive the sarcasm(if there's any. Personally, I think not). I still like the place. Haven't turned into a nuisance just yet. :) It's prolly boring since everyone's back for the summer. So, balik la sini cepatttt!

Sorry for spoiling it to you, Zaty. haha. I'll be waiting for your arrival soon.:)

homesick.

2007-11-23T11:25:00.000+13:00

H.O.M.E.S.I.C.K

Apologies for the silence thus far..I'm glad to announce that I haven't completely vanished from the cruel world just yet. (yay yay-in a sullen tone) Just need a bit more time to get used to all these wind and cold laut-ish air in Welly. I'd blog soon. As soon as I've gotten the hang of being a seagull. Gimme a bit more time=) lotsa stories. that I promise.

Zits gone wild!

2007-10-07T22:04:00.000+13:00

Pimples gone wild!

My zits are continuously multiplying from day to day. It got bloody worse today. URGH! I blame Kem Bumi Jati! or maybe it's my hormones going freakin cuckoo! I am sane enough to know that this topic might gross you out, but what the heck. (apologies to all. Selamat Hari Raya=D) This is bad, bad, bad! Even tea tree products don't cut it. (Dear trees, have mercy on me. I recycle ok!)

If it's the lack of water you're thinking about, I drink tons of water daily..ask my puffed-out bladder=P

I'm seriously thinking of wrapping myself in tikar mengkuang until I ripen into a butterfly or anything with a smooth surface. (I specifically chose tikar mengkuang for what i think is a plausible reason. try and ask why=P) Wish me luck. =P

P/S: Teh C makes me neurotic. (I think.)

India oh India.

2007-10-06T21:52:00.000+13:00

India OH India

To those who think India is not as 'cool' as UK, or L.A, think again. Apa kelas lepak starbucks tgk skyscrapers je when you get to watch mass-peeing by the road side every morning while sipping your yummylicious coffee. (If you're lucky, it's mass-poopoo instead) Now, THAT ought to keep you awake for the rest of the day. Not to mention, save your money on coffee and frappuccinos=P

Exotic huh? Ok ok. Jokes aside, India is bloody fantastic, particularly if you're an architecture-enthusiast. History geeks (including myself) would also have a helluva time here. Wait wait. I think there's something for everyone here in the so-called land of curry and spices. Food, saris, jewellery, Shah Rukh Khan (?)

So where do I start? Ok. traffic. Not my best subject, as everyone in the whole wide world knows that I DON'T have a freaking driving license yet. Pathetic as it is, I do know how to judge traffic. Let's just say that the roads there are endlessly chock-full of cars, trishaws, lorries, goats, moo-moos and sometimes elephants. Yes, goats, parading outside shopping malls. Being such a devotee of animals, I was so hyped that I missed a chance to capture that on camera. Sheesh.
You needn't worry bout being sleepy too. The continuous sound of carhonks from every single direction would surely deafen your ears throughout your journey. Owh and whoever said : "sesape yang survive driving kat kl, boleh survive kat mane2 saje", I beg to differ. I reckon the frequent sights of robust buses squeezing in between minute cars (and the other way round as well) fearlessly would change your mind too. That explains why 98% of the cars there have dents and 50% of them resorted to tuck in their side mirrors and not use it at all (to hell with peraturan memotong and peraturan 12, 8, 4 and 2 saat. buang je lah the piddling jpj handbook).

their shoutouts.=)

I had a go at the ayurvedic skin treatment. Needless to say that it was totally overrated. How on earth do you expect to scrub off heaploads of dead skin cells with a bolus made of rice and milk?! Or maybe I just didn't go to the right place. Having met a chief editor for a spa magazine on the way to Agra, it is confirmed that we had definitely went to the wrong place. Thus if you're ever interested in attempting ayurvedic treatment, you should look out for a specific hospital practising ayurveda, and not some place which looks so exclusive but gives you inadequate medication for an expensive price. Or better yet, go to Kerala. I believe that's 'the' place to go for ayurveda. The gorgeous Aisywarya Rai does this everyday. No wonder she was crowned Miss World. =P

Hmm.. hmm. about Taj Mahal plak. Undoubtedly, it's one of the most beautiful things that I've seen thus far. I was principally awed by its renowned romantic history. I'm sure many of you know of it, so I don't think there's much use of me reiterating the whole story here. One note though; Mumtaz was indeed a woman with beauty and brains.

The four towers are not exactly 90 degrees from the ground. Shah Jahan thought this through; considering the risk of earthquakes, etc. the towers are built in such a way that they lean outwards so that if anything happens, the towers would not hit Taj Mahal. The towers are also not aligned. So, you could always see the four towers from every direction.

I personally find the Quran calligraphy to be the most interesting of the lot. It is evidently elaborated; calculated meticulously to be of the same size when you look at it from afar, when for a fact, it's not. The marble work too, is astounding.

The mosque

The enduring crowd, lining up to go in. We were the opposite ofcourse=P (To be precise, mama and adik were. I, on the other hand, was just thinking about the serious sunburn I'll get from the lengthy queue=P)

So there you go. Some snippets about India. As for shopping, I'm going to sum up everything there is to say about it in one word. HEAVENLY. So fellow KMSians who fret about doing medicine in India, do lighten up..because from what I observe, it is one of the best places to study. (I wanna add here that a lot of top-notch MOH honchos have once graduated from India) =D Hence, capitalize on the resources you've got there to the max. Damn, i envy you.

back.

2007-10-05T18:45:00.000+13:00

I know I've been switching blogs every now and then for the past two and half years. =P -Li Shia..if you're reading this, please do not strangle me. (But if you were taking IB, you would too. Worse still, you would even opt to not blog ever again.) This indirectly tells you that I'm not a full geek just yet. (Hmm. that's not so good now, is it?=/)

But whatever it is, my blogging-depression days are over. (for now=P) yay! *throws confetti everywhere*