class?

today being the dutiful daughter i am... followed my dad on one of his work rounds to The Cove. there was a broken window in one of the units and stuff. my dad does construction and renovation work, so i imagine you can put 2 and 2 together by yourself.

anyway, the cove is a really neat place. k, just imagine this... over 6000 sq ft of space and a view of the sea. yes very pretty. so it's like, one unit per floor and my gosh the space... seriously, i think you need about two maids just to maintain the place. well i've never had the luxury of living in anything that big so excuse my exclamations of ignorance. hehe. having a lot of space is well... nice (such a boring word but i can't help it), but i kinda got a bit disoriented walking around the 'apartment'. again, modestly-sized house upbringing. so as i was walking around ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the rooms, the toilets, the living room, i'm quite ashamed to say that i was already mentally buying and furnishing one of my own *sheepish grin*. walk in closet, jacuzzi, fur rug in the hall, music room with a grand piano... now don't you just wish you were rich?

being there gave me the feeling of being in a seaside resort. i don't know why (and i'm sure i'm mistaken) but the tenents there well, they have the feel of being rich and idle. you know... housewives with nothing to do other than schedule their next manicure appointment or do yoga with their equally bored friends on the sun porch (now this i really saw on my way out), eurasians who just want to r & r by killing their skin cells in the sun, datuks who just buy property like this as just another house... now tell me you don't despise them just a little bit. but i'm sure there're plenty of young, hardworking, and richer-than-thou people who live there as well. who have lives other than visiting orphanages in "that old thing" LV bag in which they stuff everything from thermoses to i don't know... lip balm in. not, that there's anything wrong with that.

oh by the way, i seem to observe that the rich seem to favour whites and pastel colours in their dressing. particularly whites. but i like it. wealthy fashion. snobby. nice. can you tell i'm kidding?

so back to the supersized apartment unit that i was fortunate enough to put my middle-class body in...

it was really nicely furnished. clearly the work of a professional (ie not done by self), looked like something from a design magazine but more sparsely furnished cos i think they're planning to rent it out. it's really stylish and all, but i think i'd like to decorate my house myself. it gives character to the house. and it's more personal when every piece of furniture has a memory to it.

now if i had a crib like this i'ma gonna have loads of kids (oh 4 at least). otherwise what on earth am i going to do with all that space? well the dog's gonna need one of it's own...

this'll make me stop ppk-ing

best in broadcasting - denise ong.

laugh out loud.


i don't feel like i really deserved it.


1. because they give the award to the student with the highest cgpa in broadcasting class. that doesn't mean that the person is really awesome in broadcasting bla bla. i know i'm not, because i know my classmates and i know that they're far more knowledgeable in broadcasting know-how than me. i just happened to do a bit better in exams i guess.

2. i didn't even attend the awards ceremony. it's a yearly thingie held to appreciate and award deserving students (like me) and name the best this best that (think oscars). basically, show off student's work for that year. and i feel really lousy for ppk-ing the event. hey how was i supposed to know i won something? which makes it doubly worse cos i finally won something but didn't even get to enjoy the fruits of my labour. haih.


wonder if i'll still be able to claim my prize/award now? that is, if i'm able to show my face around college for awhile.


oh yeah before i forget, i'm gonna be graduating next saturday morning. so, if any of my dear friends want to attend/ see me looking funny/ wish me/ present me flowers... do let me know :)

tired of elaborating now. time to (re)fill my stomach.

you're 52!

hmm... merdeka seems very low-key this year. penang goes about it's business as usual, without many flags and no major parades or countdown as per usual. how sad.

would you call yourself patriotic?

i never thought of myself as that. but lately, i've begin to realise that no matter how much i complain about the soap opera state of politics in this country (if parliament is that interesting, then something's very wrong people), the weather (but i definately prefer this to a freezing toilet seat in the middle of the night), race (ok, who doesn't?), the number of immigrants of whom i regard with utmost suspicion, public toilets (the least said the better), "broadband", and terrible drivers... deep down inside, i still love malaysia with the kind of love that will make me hit you if you bitch about my country. oh... and especially if you're not malaysian.

this is my country afterall. if i don't love it/her, who will?



so hoist up the flag and
God bless Malaysia

picture story

well i was too free so i decided to take a few nice pictures with sara, my fat lazy bundle of fur.

but then everytime i tried to take one with her...

failure.

see what i mean?? anjing yang menjengkelkan.

so i changed my mind and began to annoy her by taking pictures of her instead. close-up ones... muahahaha

then i got bored and started snapping pictures of myself instead.

oops! got too carried away.

cos it cracks me up?

how come i can think of so many witty things to blog about the moment before i close my eyes to sleep but it never comes when i'm sitting and staring at my computer? the irony. ishk. brain not functioning properly at the moment so be amused at something i found while reading ReadersDigest.

signs you're watching a low-budget movie:

• the word weekend, beach, party or naked is in the title.
• something tells you that Star Wars Episode II: Porky's Revenge isn't a george lucas production.
• during the dramatic scene of an ocean liner sinking, you notice a gigantic bar of soap floating in the background.
• half of the scenes begin with an actor peering into the camera saying "ok. it's working again."
• whe Godzilla jumps up, you can see his beanie babies label.
• the entire film is from a store surveillance camera.
• credits reveal that the movie's director is also the gaffer, grip, hair-stylist and caterer. (whoa does that sound familiar)

sing

....we look to Yahweh, Yahweh

our hope is Yahweh, Yahweh...

curently listening to yahweh on youtube for the third time. it's a really beautiful song; it's a really tough song and i've gotta learn it up. besides, i think it speaks to me at this very present moment.


sky oh sky... why do you cry? how am i to have some warmth if you don't stop pouring? why do you mirror my heart? i need some light, some hope. please pretty please can i have some?


a girl just want attention, affection, conversation, appreciation, love, respect, security. do that and she'll be willing to go all out for you.


deja vu. would you just sit back and let it happen again, or will you do something about it?

*

there's just something about the sand, the wind, the waves and the sunset.

makes you contemplate the world.

how small you are and how vast the universe.

how insignificant your problems and marvel at the beauty of the moment.

makes you realise that everything in the world has a purpose, a plan.

so wonderfully and intricately made; every detail lovingly crafted,

leaving no room for errors.

as my Maker designed me. so wonderfully and fearfully made.

back~

it's nice to be back home, but a lot of me still misses the "on vacation" feeling. you know how it is... when you're on holiday you just leave all your work/school/etc worries back home, and all you need to worry about is how to spend your money and what to eat next. but when you get home, it's back to reality again. so, it takes some getting used to. i'm still at the 'getting used to' stage.

bali is a really nice place but a tad pricey. i would use more adjectives but i'm supposed to pick my sister up from school in a few minutes time.

anyway, i'm still as free as a daffodil at the moment. haven't got any work to do yet and my dad (who's supposed to be my temporary boss... he asked me to be his secretary for the meantime) has yet to give me my first assignment. being too free gets kinda boring at times. but i'm enjoying the waking up at 10 or 11am every morning and breakfasting til whatever time i like without being nagged at feeling. lol.

ok, time to pick her up. toodles~

dear friends,

i should do this before i lose my nerve. *ahem* ok. here it goes.


to start with, i have this really bad habit/trait/characteristic/whateveryoucallit that whenever i don't like a person, or don't like a situation, just don't "feel like it", people will somehow know. how? well i just put on my moody long papaya face and isolate myself. and... i realised that well, it's bad and i might've hurt people doing it, and that probably explains why i have lesser and lesser friends (other than those who're outstation or overseas). nobody likes to be with someone who looks like a thundercloud and i really don't want people to be constantly asking jootatt what happened to me or what he did to me. i'm not saying this out of self pity or because i want sympathy. also not because i want to justify my behaviour... this is not a "my attitude is like that, so you've gotta accept me for who i am" moment.

i guess, what i'm trying to say is i can and i Will change. it's come to a point where i can't even stand myself doing it. yet, it's become like a habit. i used to think that when people called me proud or arrogant, it was because they didn't really get to know me... but now i'm actually snubbing my friends. people who know me. so there's something terribly wrong with that.
and the other thing is, i want to apologise to those whom have tried to be good to me but have been given the silent treatment/ snubbed/ answered rudely by me. believe me, i am sorry for that. i can't say that i'll change overnight and become miss sociable tomorrow. but i will try not to let my personal feelings affect how i treat other people. i try la.

oh gosh... so public. but i felt like i really needed to do this. but hopefully this'll be the last time i feel compelled to write something so personal here.

sabbatical day 3

finally! i've finished with my uni apps.
well... hopefully. lol. what was formally 3 unis is now... let me see... 7 unis?
omgosh... how am i going to decide when they all come back? so far, i've had one rejection :(
but whatever right. i know the right door will open for me. and it'll be the best option.
so, just sit and wait le. hopefully it'll all come back (successful) by the time i get back from bali.

bali bali balieeee~

to tell the truth, i have absolutely no idea what to expect there. all i know is that it's a pretty big island, just got bombed recently, and that it has one of indonesia's most notorious prisons. very welcoming ey. it's ok. lol. that way, i'll be totally blown away if it's really really pretty right? i hope it is. it's so easy to be a millionaire in bali. HAHA. first time.


had a brief farewell with some of my close college friends on monday. it's kinda sad really, another chapter of my life is about to close. and i doubt we'll be meeting up all that much due to distance. hey, i'm being practical here. plus, i've never been very good at keeping in touch. haih so many lost friendships. but here's a thought: i'll still be seeing them for graduation! i wanna wear a dress but exposed legs look weird in a gown/robe/cape? i guess it doesn't matter much what you wear inside right? you'll just be photographed wearing that massive ugly robe thing who knows how many sweaty people have worn before and after that have been kept in a cupboard filled with mothballs, trying to look scholarly. but since i worked my very hard for this moment, i guess i should savour it.

working very hard.

hmm i really have to learn to cook.