Work in progress.

2009-09-23T21:46:00.002+08:00

I saw you.

I knew you way before, before all the drama and distance.

I knew you like no one else did.

I saw all those annoying things, and all the beautiful things that I grew to take for granted. I saw the true colours, and you stopped being afraid. I stopped being afraid a long time ago.

Do I still know you?

I saw you before you turned different, before you grew up. You may not realize, you may not know, but you were the constant.

If, between the two of us, there was one who cared more, I know who it was. Do you?
I barely know what I'm talking about.

With everything else that has been happening, I know it's my fault.
Did my protecting someone else end up hurting you?

I know it's been harder lately.
And I don't know how to fix it. You've always been the fixer.
But you can't fix something that doesn't even look broken.

I guess I'm just scared that if I continue to live in oblivion, I'll miss the best parts and end up seeing only the bad ones.
I missed it the first time. I don't want to let it happen again.
I don't want it to slip between my fingers.
I don't want you to slip between my fingers.
Not again.

2009-07-08T13:44:00.004+08:00

Oh my.

If you know me at all, you'd know that yesterday would have been VERY emotional for me. And yes, I was supposed to go to school, but I couldn't wake up.

I watched the Michael Jackson memorial last night (this morning).

And it was beautiful. It truly moved me to tears. It wasn't spectacular, it wasn't grandiose- it was fittingly beautiful. Inside the Staples Center, the atmosphere was...sad. The words were sad, yet inspiring; the performances were from the heart and honouring. My mother and I watched the whole thing on CNN and E!- right from the procession to the cemetery for the private service to the procession to the Staples Center, right up to the end when Pastor Lucious led everyone in a prayer.

Everyone who attended was united for one reason- egos were chucked away as people gathered to celebrate the greatest entertainer who ever lived. Everybody had something wonderful to say, some nice memory of Michael that they treasured.

Like Magic Johnson who said, "I asked the chef for grilled chicken. He brought out the grilled chicken but brought Michael a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken. That was the greatest moment of my life."

And Maya Angelou's poem, specially composed for him, called 'We Had Him'.

Usher's performance of 'Gone Too Soon' where he went down the steps to touch the casket.

Brooke Shields, and Jermaine Jackson who sang 'Smile'.

And of course, his daughter.

SIIGH. It was just. So heartwrenching.

The world paused to say goodbye to our King of Music.

I wrote all that yesterday. Today was an undeniably good day at school. I think it had something to do with my new resolution. (: I came to school, not very happy over the fact that we now sit one-by-one in class- but really it doesn't make much of a difference. We're still the noisiest class ever, the funnest class ever. I went to 4W during concert practice and talked to Komala. What I love about Komala is how after so long, we can still communicate. WE used to be pretty close in Form Three, but not so much anymore. But today was nice.

"PLEASEEE, I love that Michael Jackson song, DON'T SPOIL IT FOR ME!"

Hahaha I think I've been spoiling a lot of Michael Jackson songs. But my class has been wonderfully tolerant of my constant singing. Especially Vetton, who actually asks me to write down the lyrics.

"WRITE DOWN THE LYRICS, and I'll join you."

Yeng Kit sat in front of me today, because Ivan was AWOL. Mr Siva was attempting to teach us Add Math, how to use the sine rule in 'ambiguous cases'. None of us understood what an ambiguous case was.

"I don't understand WHY we need to draw ANOTHER triangle!!"
"So that we know it's 'ambiguous' laa!"
(round of applause from us all)
"So sir, that angle there is 90 degrees right??"

Ping Hua, Lee Xia and Yeng Kit.

HAHAHAHHAAHAA. To which Mr Siva gave him a look of sheer annoyance. I'm sure he dreads coming to our class each day.

And I had a very nice conversation with Vetton today, it was very enlightening. I found out that he's rather observant- he comes to my blog and reads my MSN personal messages to analyze what I'm feeling.

"I know there's SOMETHING you're not telling me!"

Oh well better start homework now. Oh right, the PTC. I was mostly hanging out with Vanessa and Yi Sheng. I told Yi Sheng that my mother probably forgot about the PTC.

"Never mind..I can be your father! Hello Madam, my name is Thangaraju, I'm Anisha's father. So is my daughter good? I shall inform my Mrs Thangaraju!"

And he did all this with a very genuine Indian accent. (:

Alrighty then, ta.

2009-07-06T18:50:00.002+08:00

The truth is, I could be a happy-go-lucky person if I WANTED to. I am in charge of my own destiny, right?? SO WHY SHOULD I SIT AROUND AND WAIT FOR OTHER PEOPLE TO MAKE ME HAPPY??

Why should I wait for someone to make me feel special? I AM SPECIAL DAMNIT.
Why should I DEPEND on someone only to be utterly let down in the process? Sure, having someone is nice. But I am someone. Why can't I be my 'someone'?

I am the creator of my OWN happiness, not anybody else.
Why can't I seem to realize this?

Vetton went on and on today about this beautiful girl who makes him so happy that he starts spouting utter garbage. Things like:

"Her hair..smells like crushed pine needles. Her lips are like soft cherries! Her eyes are shining black diamonds and her skin is like a hard boiled egg!"

Yes. That's Vetton. But it made me think. Because he also mentioned that (a) he was going to die, and (b) he HAD to see this girl's face one final time before he kicked the bucket. And THAT'S what got me thinking about happiness and love and someones and blah blah.

I hate you, Vetton.

No, that's not true. Anyway. MY life. MY happiness.

Why is it that when it comes to you, I just don't know what to do? This is the first time in my whole life that I actually do not know what to do.

But of course, my life is going wonderfully. I really can't complain, because there isn't anything to complain about. And yet...

Maybe it's just one of those days. Maybe I just need to curl up on the sofa with a cup of very hot Milo and watch Michael Jackson videos. Namely 'You Are Not Alone'.

I'm rather pleased because things are looking up.
who am i kidding?

Saddest week ever?

2009-07-04T20:58:00.012+08:00

Well, I was talking to Chi-E on the phone and she mentioned that I don't update anymore. And we figured, I should resurrect my blog solely for one reason.

Michael Jackson- call him what you want, legend, icon, idol, hero, superstar- is gone. You might not know this, but I did grow up listening to him, I did grow up inches from the TV trying to perfect the Moonwalk, and I did spend my whole tenth birthday party wearing my dad's cowboy hat and trying to dance to 'The Way You Make Me Feel'. When '13 Going On 30' came out, my favourite part became the Thriller dance routine. When liars accused him of being a paedophile, I believed- always have, always will- that he was 100% innocent. I may only own a single Michael Jackson CD, but I have always, always loved him.

When Zhi-Yang came to school last Friday and told me the news, I didn't believe him. I didn't believe Kar Jin, nor did I believe Giselle. People told me about it, and they were all talking about it, but it didn't completely register in my brain until I got on the bus for home and the radio was playing Michael's music. Even THEN, I didn't quite believe it. And then I went home to my mother, whom I saw had already believed it. She didn't go to work that day, cancelled all her meetings to watch CNN and BBC. I checked my phone and I saw a text:

"My hero has died."

That's when I truly believed that MJ had passed away.

The weekend passed in a blur of news bulletins, Michael Jackson tributes on TV, and falling asleep at night listening to the radio. 'You Are Not Alone' made me cry. Seeing that ambulance drive into the UCLA Medical Center made me cry. Watching the Bucharest concert where he performed 'Heal the World' made me cry MORE. Listening to him sing 'Man in the Mirror' was devastating. I don't think I have ever been this upset over a person's death.

The whole week was a sad one; I would come home every day, turn on the TV and look for any kind of news whatsoever on MJ. Everything else didn't matter- not bombs, or fires or anybody else. On Wednesday after the Interact meeting my mother and I went out and hunted for his CDs, concert videos and music videos- anything that we could get our hands on. I spent hours listening to nothing but my Michael Jackson Essentials CD, I sang (yes, i do that in class, just ask Lee Xia, Vetton or Daryl) nothing but my favourite MJ songs in between Lee Xia and Vetton. I enlightened June on 'Man in the Mirror', subsequently she told me that because of me and my endless campaigning she now respects and appreciates Michael Jackson.

Shi Khai came up to me and told me that he was sorry that I was so sad. And I know I've been incredibly annoying lately (namely to Dhivya, Giselle, Yagnesh, Vetton, Lee Xia and Daryl) but I can't help it. NOBODY seems to understand (other than Chi-E, of course) how much this whole thing means to me. Thank God for Chi-E, who does understand and feels the same way I do! And Vetton who sings along with me! And Puan Jamaliah who said this:

"I feel like I've really lost somebody, and I will miss him so much. I don't know why I miss him, but I'm so sad!"

So yes. Michael Jackson was, to me, a truly beautiful person. In every single way. His voice, his moves, his style- everything was absolutely one-of-a-kind. I cannot even begin to tell you what an impact he's made on my life. I am gutted that he's gone. It came as a huge shock- I think it's because in my eyes he was always invincible. I had no idea what he was going through. I'm sad that he was so lonely, and that he was so fragile. I think he was so sensitive to what other people said about him that his life became an ordeal. It feels so good to write down all this, because I think this is what's been making me so depressed over the week.

He was such a troubled soul, because he had no childhood. Nothing like what we would call 'normal'. While we were playing in parks he was busy becoming a superstar. He rose sky high, then he plunged so deep that it killed him. That's why I'm sad. He was my hero, and of billions of people, and we never let him go. It's still difficult for me to watch his videos- I remember Michael as the innocent boy-stuck-in-a-man's-body that I grew up with. He was so innocent, through and through, and people never believed him.

He gave so much and got so little in return.

I am full of regret that I never got to see him in person. I am full of regret that he has died. Yet I'm glad that people worldwide are appreciating him for who he was and what he gave us all. Real music, bona fide talent and the beginning of celebrity philanthropy (remember 'We Are the World'?). I am glad that there are people out there who love him- he will forever be remembered.

ti amo, e mi mancherai tantissimo.

Will I miss him? That would be like asking me whether I would miss my childhood.

So it sounds corny, but I don't care. I will miss him, and I will miss him for years to come. There will never be anyone who comes even CLOSE to what he was, and what he embodied. I hope he has finally found his Neverland.

Rest in peace, gorgeous.

2009-04-15T14:59:00.005+08:00

Pictures are always comforting aren't they?
All those sentimental, bittersweet memories and stuff. (:

2009-04-15T14:54:00.000+08:00

I thought I meant something.

2009-04-15T14:04:00.002+08:00

It' s amazing how one person can either make or break your day, or how this one person can either make you feel like you're on top of the world, or a complete idiot.

Sometimes it makes me want to crawl under a rock. It seems futile, pretending that I don't care about it. I'm such a good pretender. I was watching Bridget Jones' Diary just now, and it was rather...depressing. I had wanted to watch it because I thought it might be a good pick-me-up. And HOW WRONG WAS I. The ending was a happy one, obviously, but the beginning and middle did me absolutely no good.

Okay, everything is just full of crap right now. EVERYTHING is pissing me off. I can't seem to find anything worth my time or effort- or maybe there is NOTHING worth my time or effort.

YOU KNOW WHAT MY PROBLEM IS?
I have not reached self-actualization.

And you know what else?
I am a liar. And when the truth comes out and introduces itself, I'd fall over from shock.

Yesterday.

2009-04-12T16:33:00.005+08:00

I had Literature class.
I went to Philip's house for dinner.
I re-charged my camera and deleted most of the Italy stuff from it.
I didn't do any homework because I was out all day.
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, at 11pm.
I bumped my knee and it started to bleed.
I stood around under the sun for hours, and finally huddled with masses of people.

Yesterday, I went to see David Archuleta.

So we arrived at Sunway Lagoon at around 1.45, and as soon as we saw the line we thought, Oh God, we'll never get in. I was supposed to babysit my sister and her friend Joey. So after standing in the HOT MIDDAY SUN for an hour, they finally started accepting our tickets and let the crowd in. We ran to the amphitheatre, and found some seats near the back. Then we managed to get seats that were somewhat in the middle.

We waited and waited and waited, it was hot and smelly and crowded, and I think I was becoming slightly delusional. So I decided to take a quick nap before the show started. Bear in mind that the show was supposed to begin at 3pm. At 4pm, the opening acts came out, people whose names I can't really remember. And then JJ and Ean from hitz.fm gave out copies of David Archuleta's album to people who answered questions like "How do you spell 'David'?"

And FINALLY, after 4 and a half hours, my American Idol came out and performed!!!!!!!!
And yes, he really IS as cute as he is on TV.
And yes, he really CAN sing as well as he did on Idol, if not better.
And yes, I AM an Arch Angel. (:

what do YOU think?

2009-04-09T23:59:00.004+08:00

I feel like crap right now. Not only because David Archuleta has arrived in THIS COUNTRY, and I will probably not even get to see him. Not only because he performed at Sri KDU. (okay, maybe not really, because I didn't even TRY) But I feel like utter crap. Needless to say it's not all because of David Archuleta.

Yes, I love David Archuleta. I am a self-confessed Arch Angel. (: I don't care if you think he's a cissy, or is he's 'gay', or if he's superficial. I STILL love him.

But my point is, I now feel like crap, and I don't know why. I feel cheated. And used. And taken advantage of, sometimes. I feel like there are way too many people who make me feel like a complete idiot for ever believing that they were on MY side. There are people who USED to make me feel secure, now that's totally screwed up and I won't waste my time caring anymore. Because what's the point? I want to believe in people again. Because now I don't. I feel like it's true what they say about temporary periods of happiness and friendship. The only thing that happiness and friendship have in common is the fact that they're only temporary, so they say.

"People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime."

When you believe that you have people who will be there with you for a lifetime, and then it really turns out to be only for a season, it hurts. When you think someone is only there for a season, and it turns out to be that they're there for a reason and they're staying for a lifetime, you feel rotten. Because wrong judgments can ruin everything.

Why does it all have to be so hazy and complicated? Why can't it be clear-cut who our real friends are? Why are we left to guess and choose and prioritize when we could so easily be wrong? When you believe something for a long time, and it suddenly turns out that you've been wrong all along, it is absolutely horrible. Because now you can't trust not only that particular person, but even yourself. For making the wrong decision in the first place. For letting yourself become attached.

It's happened before, and thankfully it hasn't happened again since then. Or so I think. I can see it coming. Both of us, all of us see it coming. It sucks doesn't it, when you know what's about to happen and yet you don't know how to stop it from happening.

I never wanted to make that mistake; I never said I wanted to become attached. So much for that.

2009-03-22T16:14:00.002+08:00

My ear hurts. A lot. I haven't had an earache since I was what, 10?

A few of dad's friends came over for dinner yesterday, the Swedish guy and I had LOTS of fun talking about Italy and trying to explain the concept of Gelato to Uncle Chua and Jessie. I also learned that Genting happens to be one of the top ten most difficult bike routes in the world.

Hmm, the holidays have been uneventful, went to watch Seven Pounds on Monday with Prita, Vrindha and Giselle, and finally watched Slumdog Millionaire on Tuesday with mom, Dhanyia and Ebony. After Slumdog Millionaire I saw Beii Lynn and Suan Yean, walking out from presumably the same cinema hall.

Then Dhanyia and I lingered around the mall while mom and Ebony went to the toilet, and then, out of nowhere, was Adrian and Yen Wen and Wee Kii and Amanda and...Yu Ken! Oh what a shocker.

After Ebony called Yu Ken's pink shirt gay, we went home.

After getting my Mexican costume for IU day, I came home and explained to my maid the story of a book I just read called 'The Food of Love'. My auntie got that for me, thinking that I'd be able to relate to it since it's set in Italy. It's about Tommaso, this handsome waiter at Templi, Rome's best restaurant, who wants to get this American art history student, Laura into bed. But he overhears her telling her friend on the phone that she'll only date a guy who can cook. SO he gets his cheft friend Bruno to cook in his apartment, while Laura thinks that Tommaso is the one cooking. But then Bruno falls madly in love with Laura, while she and his friend are just having a fling. One day Bruno kisses her, completely on impulse, and she somewhat freaks out. Then she finds Tommaso cheating on her with soem German girl called Heidi. So she leaves Rome, and Tommaso finds out that Bruno kissed her, after which he's fuming and starts yelling profanities at Bruno. So Bruno leaves Rome too, and drives a run-down van all over Italy until it breaks down in Le Marche, where he stays in the village while Alessandro looks for parts. There Bruno has a sort of fling with Benedetta, who understands his love for Laura and his intense love for food.

THEN WHAT HAPPENS..hmm, one fine day Laura turns up in this village with her art professor, her new boyfriend, Dr Fellowes, not knowing that Bruno now cooks with Benedetta at her mother's restaurant. Benedetta puts poisonous mushrooms in the professor's food, and he starts having convulsions. Bruno walks out of the kitchen to profess his love for Laura, but she tells him to just stay away from her. Benedetta slaps Bruno for not punching Laura's boyfriend. =.= Then she makes Bruno leave Le Marche and return to Rome, where he eventually reconciles with Tommaso who's now single-handedly making pizza at the restaurant that they opened up together, which used to serve gourmet Roman cuisine. He gets Chef Alain Dufrais to give him his old chef job back at Templi, but now he's reduced to a junior. Bruno finds out that Laura is coming to Templi for dinner on her last night in Rome. So Tommaso and Marie, the waitress at his restaurant Il Cuoco, tie up Alain and the second head chef Hugo Kass and tie them up in the cupboard at Templi. When Tommaso checks up on them, he finds them making out.

THEN THEN: Bruno says to the other chefs that there is a woman in the restaurant for whom he wants to make the most wonderful meal, and therefore he would have to change the entire menu. Tommaso suddenly runs into the kitchen to tell him that Dr Fellowes is proposing, and that he'd better hurry up. But Laura rejects the proposal, and at that very moment Bruno walks out with peaches and wine, to tell Laura that he has been in love with her since the minute they met. And instead of spending her final night in Rome there, they spend it together.

And I think this unexpected present has become one of my favourite books. (:

There has been a ferret in our house! It's been coming in every morning, eating our bananas and then hiding behind the fridge. So today we took the broom and tried to shoo it out, while dad started yelling at us to leave it alone and return to its natural habitat, well, naturally. I think, if I were the ferret, I would live in our house. Because I would get free bananas and apples. And it would be warm behind the fridge.

Alrighty then. Dhivya spent half an hour on the phone with me trying to help with add math homework for Mr Aru, but mom cancelled tuition this morning because of the earache. Dad thinks it might be the Eustachian tube.

Is it just me, or does it seem like I'm endlessly droning on?

i nostri occhi che diventano mani.

2009-02-28T13:33:00.003+08:00

Here comes the weekend!! And then before I know it, it will be all over. Madam Sheela is giving me the weekend to finish DW. ALL of it, no kidding. I listened to Jovatti's Come Musica yesterday, trying to understand it but I couldn't. I mean, I know the song was about love. Then I spoke to Marco online and he explained it to me. Now I have a whole new reason to like the song. (: Apart from the video, which is just too cool. It's Jovanotti, in the middle of this wide open space, surrounded by bulldozers. Yes, bulldozers. And he eventually makes them dance. Or, since they're really bulldozers, he makes them twirl around. VERY COOL.

This week has been yet another hectic one; I shall stop complaining about chemistry class because that's always the one thing I'm complaining about. We had a Physics test on Friday, and of course I probably failed because I didn't know anything. Then Mr Siva came back from wherever he went and taught us about quadratic functions and their roots, and I just bobbed along pretending I actually understood.

These are the consequences of going back to school after a month. And yet when Daryl asked me whether I regret it, I said no, of course. Because I don't regret anything about it.

And my mom supports my backpacking across Europe idea!

So what are you going to do when you're done with school?
I'm taking a break to go backpacking.
WHY?? What's the point of taking a break to go travelling? It's so useless! I'm going to college, then university, then I'll be a brain surgeon.

Auntie Monica, me and my sister.

I honestly don't know what I would do without Lee Xia. And she's right, we do have a hell of a lot of fun gossiping! She seems to have this strange thing about me bailing and leaving! XD it's quite cute how she says, "DON'T LEAVEEEE."

more photos. (:

2009-02-20T19:17:00.013+08:00

The Ferrari store in Milan!

the LAST time I saw those guys. ):

Domenico, Marco, Paolo, Ali and Marianna.

Marco. (: A very, very sweet friend of mine who not only plays the piano, but is ALSO a DJ. And whom I miss very much. He also taught me how to ice-skate! And the word 'cicciobanana'!! Now tell me that isn't impressive.

San Remo. Alice and I were exhausted during this trip because the night before we'd gone to Carlotta and Pia's birthday party!

Domenico.

I miss Domenico. I wonder how he is now. Domenico is one of the SWEETEST guys I know!! And undoubtedly one of the most taken-advantage-of. We sort of bonded at New Year's when he came for our party, and after that we didn't really talk much until my surprise party on the DAY BEFORE I LEFT. =.=

And Domenico is one of those people who told me I was much better than him in Italian. (: Even though I knew he was just trying to make me feel better, it totally worked! Every single time I started shouting at my Italian homework he would tell me that English was even more difficult and I shouldn't worry. And I would eventually stop yelling.

"I'M NOT JOKING, you understand EVERYTHING!!"

Vale and Marianna.

"I'm going to France next year."

"OMG, I've always wanted to go to France."

"I've always wanted to visit Brazil."

"And Egypt!"

"And America!"

"And England!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT, ANISHA?? Next year you'll come to France with me, and the next I'll come to Malaysia, and the next we'll go to Egypt, and after that we'll go to America..."

"So we'll be done when we're eighty??"

Fra, Colli, Obi, Corrado, Andrea and Ilaria.

Andrea has all these silly, HILARIOUSLY random lines that he says whenever I complain to him about something. For example:

Where's Corrado?

OH, he's pregnant, don't worry.

Elisa is KILLING ME...

We'll kill her for you, don't worry!

I love this photo! Francesca is CRAAAAZY I tell you!! And Gianluca drew me a picture of the Mole. :)

Cesare, Federica and Barone!! XD

Cesare who wanted to teach me how to ski, Fede who gave me ALL Riccardo's pictures, and Barone who kept me from boring myself to death at an Intercultura sleepover AND laughed at me when Marta and I were playing with Ilaria's ABBA sunglasses!

The white cap happens to be my farewell present from Davide.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Corrado was the one who helped me with all those difficult Italian verbs one day. AND AND he taught me how to say something in Piemontese!!

SAY IT: Dui purun bagnà 'nt l'oli!!

WHAAT??

And you should hear him say 'selamat tahun baru'!!

Pia!! :)

don't ask me what we were trying to do!

YES, Stefy is wearing a sari. :) And Ali and me are wearing PJs.

It took us very long to get this picture in front of the statue of Leonardo da Vinci in Milan.

The Duomo, in Milan.

Bellissimo, no?

La Galleria di Vittorio Emmanuele, in Milan.

at the museum of cinema in Torino.

Pia, Fra, me, Marco, Paolo and Marco Perotti, after everybody else had left after school and we were the only ones in class. I was quite sad by then. But then Paolo managed to cheer me up with his HUGE umbrella. (:

Marta. :( Whom I miss so much. She was the one who taught me how to ice skate! And found me my jeans! And kept Alice from killing me on the ice.

The view from the Mole, when we rode the Crystal Elevator. It was actually snowing! XD

Beautiful, BEAUTIFUL Busanna Vecchia, the little village near San Remo. It's this gorgeous medieval village on the hills by the sea, full of crumbling buildings and battered churches.

the sun about to set in San Remo. :)

The Pieta Rondanini, by Michelangelo, in the Museum of Natural Art, Castello Sforzesco, in Milan.

inside Palazzo Madama, in Torino.

The Mole Antonelliana, where we visited the Museo del Cinema.

our Christmas presents from Bea. :)

my collection of tourist brochures!!!

Two of my favourite people.

Ali smooching her lip gloss! XD

Finalmente è finito.

2009-02-20T18:52:00.002+08:00

I am so glad this week is over.

This whole week has been full of me feeling totally lost during class, borrowing everybody's books and BASICALLY looking like some STUPID goat ALL THE TIME. So I am glad it's all over. Maybe not all over, but my fisrt week of school so far has been quite hectic. My only real accomplishment so far has been to finish all my Physics notes. Here's what my weekend is going to look like:

HOMEWORK
English: Focus Ace.
BM: novel.
Math: workbook. (I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO...)
Additional Math: niente. (:
Chemistry: equations.
Biology: workbook.

CATCHING-UP WORK
Add. math notes + exercises (which I WOULD do, if I knew whether I'm supposed to do it in A, B or C)
English: literature notes, 3 essays, RCS.
BM: novel.
Physics homework.
Sejarah notes.

Hmm. That doesn't look too bad actually. Basically my life has been revolving around catching-up and homework and stuff.

Valentine's Day?

2009-02-14T02:43:00.001+08:00

Okay. Valentine's Day. I can just imagine what Alice will be doing right now- probably making a big card for Paolo. She's such a romantic. Speaking of romantic people. Cait and I were talking just now, and eventually about the subject of whether I'm a romantic person or not. And I AM. I don't like the cheesy garbage that is stamped all over Valentine's Day, but I do like the whole concept of romance. I'M A VERY GIRLY GIRL AT HEART.

But I also believe in a careless fling once in a while. (:

I could just carry on and on about the different aspects of love and passion and romance but I don't want to bore myself to death. (: ANYWAY. Cait and I agreed that all first times (when it comes to this) should be unique, and so special that when you remember them in the future, you remember how it made you feel when it first happened. I'm not talking about irrelevant things like the first time you rode a bicycle, or your first day at school or whatever. But those important firsts.

My parents aren't exactly the romantic, let's-celebrate-valentine's-day type. Maybe my mom is, actually. But my dad is one of those people who isn't in ANY WAY romantic, WHATSOEVER. And after a while one gets used to it. I wished him happy Valentine's and he said "I don't like Valentine's Day." to which I replied, well, neither do I dad, but I've got a good reason. And then my dad proceeded to tell me that he would be my Valentine.

Well, it was a sweet gesture on his part, but then he made me feel much better by telling me that even if I did have some mystery boyfriend, I would never be allowed to go out with him at night, go to his house, let him come to MY house, etc. Well generally there shouldn't BE one, full stop. My dad sort of thinks that I got up to lots of crazy stuff in Italy, things he would drop dead at if he found out.

ANYWAY. I am quite bored. And wondering if I'm still jet-lagged. Because it's nearly 3am and I'm not even remotely tired. The cross country race is today. And I have to clean up my room and label my books and...mostly clean up my room.

Okay. I think that's all I've got for today. (: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

2009-02-12T17:57:00.011+08:00

HAHAHAHAA. This is one of my favourite (and only) photos of Marta and I. She just happened to be the bartender at Riki's and Alessio's 18th birthday party. We were trying to take photos when we decided to grab any random bottle from the table.

My parents weren't very happy about this one, to say the least.

Which brings me to the question of drinking. Everybody has been asking me whether or not I drank, and to be honest, I did. I never got anywhere CLOSE to drunk because I generally tried a sip from here and there.

And again, to be honest, some of it I liked and most of it I wanted to spit back out.

And if you're still wondering, NO I did not drink that whole bottle, nor did I even drink what was in the bottle. (:

Bosio and Marco, before the ski competition at Bardonecchia. I remember the first time I met Marco was really depressing.

"Ciao Anisha!"

(Marco has this excited look on his face)

"Ciao Marco."

"Parli italiano??" [do you speak Italian?']

"Um, NO."

"Oh. Damn."

[or the equivalent in Italian]

And then he looked quite disappointed, but he was one of those people who tried to speak to me in English, and even helped me with my Italian AND my homework. (:

Stefania, Ali and me in front of the Sforzesco Castle in Milan.

Kamile, me and Roberta at Cafe Torino (which was just in front of my school) celebrating Roberta's birthday.

HAHAHAHA. This is one of my favourite memories: our second trip to Torino together when we played with the camera in Piazza Castello. If you stand in the middle of the piazza you'll see a castle on your left, right and front!! We were acting out our own Presepio Vivente, Gianluca is baby Jesus, Hugo is Maria and Riki is Giuseppe! Marta and I were the angels. XD

Paolo, Alice, Marco, me, Domenico and Fra on the last day of school before the Christmas holidays.

Corrado and Andrea!! Totally stone cold drunk at our New Year's party.

Obi, Corrado, me, Andrea, Marta, Alessandria and Lucia at Capodanno!

Bea!

Hugo and Gianluca!!

The first time we went to Torino together. FIRST there's Alice, then Paolo, Federica, Cesare and me, then Davide Barone, Ilaria and Riki. After that Ali and I took the train to Ivrea because we had to attend some so-called Intercultura Christmas party for the students and their families. After that Barone came! He was the FIRST PERSON I met in 4B. Like this actually:

"CIAO!!"
(this ADORABLE guy in clothes that are way too big for him hovers around me in the doorway of 4B)
"Um, ciao..."
"CAN YOU TEACH ME SOME BAD WORDS IN YOUR LANGUAGE??"

And to this day he still remembers what I taught him during my first week. :)

My Italian family, senza Alice.

Alice and me at San Remo, waiting for the flower festival to start.

Pia, at the Presepio Vivente of San Giusto.

Bosio eating his pizza. Riki's smiling! This was at some 4B party that Alice and I crashed. After that Marta taught me how to ice skate!

OKAY. That's all for now. Maybe later I'll continue. This is probably what, 2% of my photos???

2009-02-12T17:40:00.002+08:00

Oh my goodness, now I feel really, REALLY STUPID. All my endless woes about the stupid HTML thing in my posts could have EASILY been solved by clcking the 'Compose' tab on the top right-hand corner of the post editor. Mine has been set on 'EDIT HTML' for a while now. So now I've got all the standard buttons, like COLOUR and font change and font sizes.

Sometimes my sheer stupidity BAFFLES me.

2009-02-12T16:49:00.003+08:00

I have to say I'm not that excited about going back to school. People have been telling me that I won't be able to handle the whole process of catching-up with a month and a half of schoolwork.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?? I can and I WILL do it!! YES I WILL. HA!

Comunque, I think I'll put up some pictures today! But I don't know in what order. Chronologically, or randomly, or backwards?? If I start backwards it starts with my absolutely wonderful surprise party. If I start chronologically it begins with a few boring pics of Rome and the back of Vatican City (I KNOW, RIGHT?!?!? Been to Rome TWICE in 2 months and I've ONLY SEEN THE BACK OF THE VATICAN!!! OMG).

Okay, perhaps I'll do it somewhat chronologically, but mostly randomly. No, maybe I'll just do PEOPLE first! My family have been rather annoying- every photo I took has a special story, and I like TELLING the story, basically, and they REFUSE to listen and just flip through all the photos carelessly, barely looking at them!

Okay, people:

OH MY GOODNESS. This is it, Blogger is KILLING ME. WHY ON EARTH IS THERE HTML?!?!?!

Now I am pissed off.

la mia avventura.

2009-02-10T23:46:00.005+08:00

I feel extremely lucky.

Not because I got to visit Italy, but because after a short two-month period I have had a truly life-changing experience.

Now I have two WONDERFUL older sisters, a pair of fantastic parents and I have made friends for life.

I've been to museums and castles and forts that I've never dreamed could be so beautiful, visited gorgeous cities and eaten glorious food that's only found in Italy.

I've been to wild parties, and fun parties.

And I've seen snow! I have many many many photos, and the only reason I don't want to post them up is because I don't know where to begin.

But first- even though I know that my life is going to be extremely stressful for the next few months, what with all the catching-up and all, let me just say that I would not change any moment of the last two months, because they were the best months of my life.

Non sto scherzando. Ho avuto un'esperienza fantastica.

I will never, ever forget- how can I? Already I feel like a different person. I can't imagine the person I was before. I can barely remember my life before my sisters Alice or Stefania, or without my friends! Gianluca, my first 4B English-speaking, Tomino-teasing friend, Marco, my sweet DJ, Corrado who taught me funny Piemontese and helped me with my verbs, Andrea who likes EVERYTHING I do, Pia who wants to swim in the shark-free Malaysian seas, crazy Francesca, Ilaria who loves Santana, Domenico who gets me every time, Marta who taught me how to ice-skate AND found my jeans, Riccardo who makes fantastic gelato, Kamile my Albanian friend who says things like "THAT BOY LOVES YOU!", Barone who kept me from boring myself to death at an Intercultura sleepover AND gave me his hustla cap, Cesare who wanted to teach me to ski, Valentina who drove us to school on Saturdays and with whom I'm going to Brazil and France soon (inside joke!)...and everybody else I've met.

Of course family- papá, mamma, nonno, nonni, Anna Salama (inside joke!), Marinella, Tere, Gianni... Ma adesso non mi ricordo più. Over time I know I will.

Forse tra due o tre anni, io torno in Italia. Ma assolutamente torneró in futuro con i miei. Spero che anche i miei amici possono andare con me!

Of course, communication was rather difficult. Not just at first, but throughout my stay! The one thing I regret is that I didn't learn more Italian before arriving. But then again, it meant that I could learn from scratch! Italian verbs are quite hectic because every verb has a different form for every person, and then there are so many different tenses! Not to forget the prepositions. But mostly the verbs! Comunque, people did try and speak to me in English even though it wasn't very easy for them. And Italians aren't very big on the French either. (:

COMUNQUE. Next subject. ITALIAN TEENAGERS HAVE SO MUCH FREEDOM. It's thrilling! There's lots of alcohol at every party and parents let their kids go to nightclubs! I went to a nightclub for the first time! And suprisingly I quite enjoyed it. Party only started at midnight. So I'll let you do the math and figure out when it ended. (:

Let me first tell you about Alice and Stefania. They couldn't be any more different! Alice is like a force of nature, practically vibrating with energy- sempre di corsa! Stefy is more toned down, more subtle, and probably a bit more practical and responsible! (: she makes this fantastic nocciole cake and banana-chocolate pizza. Alice eats EVERYTHING- especially everything I don't like. When we go shopping together she looks for something short and yellow will catch her eye- but Stefy's more my style! Alice is über-protective of me, constantly giving me sisterly advice and telling me what I should do. Stefy is like me in so many ways- but also strangely protective! She's about a month older than I am, and they're both a couple inches shorter than me, so it's quite funny when they're all big-sister like. (: I've always wanted a big sister, and now I have TWO.

I love all our long gossip sessions together when we talk about absolutely everything, on my little bed in our little room. I love the mess of clothes we make together! I love walking arm-in-arm together through the streets, and the castles and museums where they would try to explain what it was all about. I miss running from our house to the bus stop in the mornings with Alice because she'd make us late. I miss talking to Stefy about a certain guy, and to both of them about EVERY guy! I miss teasing Alice about Paolo, and his embarrassed face! I miss hearing my papà laugh, because it's a chuckle! An actual adorable CHUCKLE. I miss nonna's cooking- especially il lasagne! È BUONISSIMO. I miss talking to mamma, because she's such a caring person. I miss nonno, with his ONLY PIEMONTESE, his farm and his MAGNIFICENT bagnä cauda! I miss Anna, who's the most adorable toddler ever!

It's nearly 6am. I'm quite jet lagged! So more tomorrow!

2009-01-22T16:09:00.002+08:00

I am currently torn between blogging and replying Chi-E's, Giselle's and Dhivya's emails. SO WHAT SHOULD I DO??

I thought I'd blog lah, obviously. Okay, that was one of the rare times that I've said 'lah'. Whenever I say it here people look at me like, "WHAT language are you speaking???" Anyway. I always have very limited time online, but I'm only online at school anyway. SO what have I been doing lately??

First week I attended a school Concerto di Natale (CHRISTMAS CONCERT). And might I add, that everybody was so talented! I was quite blown away. Their soprano voices are so..soprano. And their hands (particularly ONE boy) move like WATER on the piano!
After that I attended Alice, Stefania and Claudio's (sister, sister, father) Christmas concert. THEY'RE SUCH A MUSICALLY INCLINED FAMILY MAN. Alice plays the saxophone, Stefy the French horn, Claudio the saxophone AND guitar. Then their uncle plays the piano- he was trying to teach me but obviously I failed miserably.

"YOU'RE A BLUES GIRL!"

That weekend I also attended a school Christmas party. LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING.

FIRST, there was ALCOHOL. SECOND, there was SMOKE. THIRD, there was incredibly loud techno and house music. FOURTH, there were people making out and practically going the whole nine yards.

To say that I've had a culture shock would be quite an understatement.

Now if I tell you everything that happened in teh last few weeks, I would be HERE for another few weeks. SO, I ahve visited castles, art museums, furniture museums, musical instrument museums, an Egyptian museum (which is apparently the SECOND most important Ancient Egyptian museum in the world after the one in Cairo), Milan, many gorgeous churches, and the mountains. Mountains where people actually go skiing.

AM I HAVING FUN?? You betcha. :)

I have also taken THOUSANDS (not exaggerating here) of photos. Which I hope I can upload later. Knowing my computer's history..never mind. Hmm. The bell has just rung, I think it's the 2nd hour already, meaning Philosophy class, meaning I don't have to go because I usually spend time in English anyway.

NOW I HAE TO GO. Till next time!! I miss you, friends!

2009-01-15T16:50:00.002+08:00

HAHAHAHA. I am currently emailing Yu Ken! Who is currently online! And who wants a live panda. Why, I do not know. But i wish this stupid comp had MSN. ANYWAY. Yuckens once again won't stop telling me about his silly girl issues. HO HO HO. Just kidding, his girl issues make me laugh incessantly!

Talking to yourself is apparently socially unacceptable.

2009-01-14T18:45:00.002+08:00

HO HO HO, look who's blogging! I am currently using the school computer, right in the middle of the hallway. OH and look who just popped up- Elisa! Saying that I have to GO in a few more minutes.

THIS JUST PROVES THAT I AM NOT MEANT TO BE BLOGGING.

After fifteen minutes trying to explain Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 to Andrea and Gianluca, I am now here. Alice has no idea!! Today in English class (while we were doing Sonnet 18) I actually asked Profesoressa Minelli a QUESTION!

Sigh. I have to go. Perfetto, no?

2008-12-12T13:56:00.002+08:00

So this is probably my last post before I leave. Hopefully not, because I have to go any minute now. ANYWAY. What are you supposed to say before leaving the country for two months?

I am going to miss...everything. Without a doubt, every single thing. Things better not have changed TOO much when I return. (:

2008-12-07T00:27:00.001+08:00

Yesterday I went to the Italian Embassy, or Ambasciata d'Italia. I didn't attempt to pronounce it. GUESS WHO I MET THERE?
But first, I had to register- meaning I had to write down my IC number. The person who registered before me was born on Yu Ken's birthday! Coincidence or what?

Here's another coincidence: The woman behind the counter reminded me so much of someone, then I finally figured out who. She was really nice, and her mannerisms reminded me of Madam Cecilia! So I asked her if she knew her, and she said that they were SISTERS. Can you imagine. Small world much?? After that I went to school to buy uniforms, only to find out that they were open only from Tuesday to Thursday.

Then I saw Mr Jeya Gobi, and I told him that I met his wife's sister. After that I went to One Utama, which is when I realized that what I really need is a personal shopper, which then led to my post about things I have yet to buy. Now I shall strike out one more item from the list: Christmas presents! (: .

Above is an utterly useless nugget of information. I was just trying to skip doing tuition homework. Which I shall get back to doing right now.

2008-12-05T19:39:00.002+08:00

Okay. I have just discovered that, for some horrible reason, Blogger won't let me add colour or change the font size of the text in my posts.

WHAT IS THIS?? Now I have to learn HTML?!?! O.M.G. I didn't pay attention in computer class for no reason, you know! I am NOT a Miss Techie (even though I know that lots of non-tech savvy people know HTML). FURTHERMORE, why the sudden change?? I JUST got the darn computer TODAY. Minutes ago! And I decide to blog, and what do I find?? THAT BLOGGER HAS COMPLETELY DENIED MY RIGHTS TO EASY, HASSLE-FREE BLOGGING WITH COLOUR AND DIFFERENT FONT. Now I am angry.

No, WORSE. NOW I have to learn HTML.

*

Shit. Who am I kidding? I was never good at HTML, and I never will be. Now I'm upset. I LOVE colour! That's the whole point of having a black-and-white blog, damnit! Now I'm going.

2008-12-04T22:32:00.003+08:00

I am BORED. Utterly bored, with no intention whatsoever of doing any tuition homework. It isn't even Add Math, it's just regular math. And Ms Tok is trying to coerce me into taking Accounts. Which I don't think i'm willing to take, since i'm planning on English Literature. Why I'm writing all this down I have no idea. Because there's no point!

Now I'm shocked at myself, because I've been blogging rather often, haven't I?

Today we went shopping for all the necessities. This is what I need:

suitcase, gloves, cap, scarves, boots, extra travel-size toiletries, camera, lip balm, Maggi packets, chilli sauce, Milo 3-in-1 packets, perencah nasi goreng, international electrical adaptor, Christmas presents, MedicAlert bracelet, travel guidebook, more long-sleeved shirts.

Here's what I have:
suitcase, cap, scarves, camera, adaptor, Christmas presents.

How helpful. (: what I need: a personal shopper, and unlimited resources. I wish. But I'm glad we finally got a camera. And I'm scared my suitcase won't be able to store everything properly. I'm also scared that my luggage will exceed the 20 kg limit. Because have you tried carrying one of those large coats? I think the hanger actually broke.

I've got a few tags to do, but I'm not THAT bored. I've just never been a fan of answering all those irritatingly personal questions. I feel like every answer is scrutinized, and labelled either 'wrong', or 'right'. And if you try too hard, the tag becomes totally nondescript. Maybe if I ever find an unusual tag, I'll do it.

If you're STILL reading this, after all my incessant rambling, then you're probably as bored as I am. (: Now I shall amuse myself by trying to learn some basic Italian.

Il peperone verde is a green pepper. Salad is insalata, soup is zuppa. Banana is banana and french fries are patate fritte! Ooh, when Dhivya ordered the Angel Hair Pomodoro, I finally remembered that pomodoro is PUMPKIN. Okay, so I'm just glad that I remembered THAT at least.

The all-important question: parli inglese? When you need to know if the other person speaks English or not. OR. C'è qualcuno che parla inglese? For ''Is there ANYONE who speaks English?!''

And finally, when you love someone, say ''Ti amo.'' (:

Farewells.

2008-12-03T23:59:00.003+08:00

Oh, this is really cool. I just downloaded Opera Mini! And now i'm blogging from here!

Anyway, today I was supposed to go on my so-called 'date' with Yu Ken (at least, that's what HE'S been calling it). He decided to take me out for lunch at Italiannies in The Gardens, and maybe catch a movie. So when I reached GSC at Mid Valley (our designated meeting point), he dragged me all over the mall, walking here and there, basically not knowing where we're going. Then he makes a few phone calls, and leaves me alone somewhere, then takes me to random shops just to irritate me further. So after walking around aimlessly for a while, Yu Ken decides to go to The Gardens to find the restaurant. He asks random people, who are just going about their working day how to get there.

Excuse me, how do i get to the Gardens? Straight then turn left. Thanks, COME LAA (gestures to me)! Let's go. Stupid lady said turn left, but must turn right!
Yuken, the sign says LEFT.
Oh. Right.

So I trailed along behind Yuckens as he scolded me for not keeping up. Then he decided to ask EVERY SINGLE PERSON how to get to Italiannies.

Why are we going so early?
Just to see it la!
So we're not having lunch?
Of course we are, i'm HUNGRY!

Sigh. It was so frustrating. I honestly felt like calling my mother to ask her to take me home. Then we get onto the escalator going up, with me behind him. Then as soon as we're in front of the restaurant, he goes down! And makes me follow! Then we go up again, where the waitress asks him whether we want a table for two. Followed by a string of whispers. Then we walk in. Where I see a table full of guys, and people's heads bobbing up and down behind the wall next to them.

And suddenly, 'SUPRISE!!' And i'm knocked onto a table. (: and I see all my friends- Giselle, Dhivya, Chi-E, Cait, Esther, Prthiv, Delvin, and Chun Kay. And then I realize that Yuckens has been playing me all along, and so have all of the rest of them. And there were tears, which I wiped away before anyone saw. So i bobbed through lunch in the most...BUBBLY way, because I was overwhelmed that everyone actually took the trouble to come, just to say goodbye to me before i leave. And I'm even more overwhelmed by Yu Ken, who managed to outdo himself once again. I'm amazed that he and Giselle managed to pull this off, because apparently they were biting each other's heads off while trying to organize this.

After all that, we took ages to order our food, and ages to eat it, and ages to pack the remainder. Poor Dhivya was so pissed. Then we lingered around for a while then did some other stuff, then had Baskin Robbins, which was fun. (: after that the girls watched Twilight, and I had to endure Cait gagging during all the romantic moments. Don't ask me why, but she loathes Edward with a burning passion. And I can't decide between Edward and Jacob. Why can't there be a cross-breed or something?! Like a Vamp-wolf. That would be perfect!
All in all, i was touched because i honestly thought that my leaving wouldn't really make a difference. Thank you everyone, for coming and making it so special. (:

2008-12-01T20:42:00.003+08:00

And did I mention that I got to watch Twilight last week?

And contrary to what all those who are die-hard fans of the book think, I enjoyed it thoroughly. I thought it was better than expected.

2008-12-01T19:33:00.003+08:00

I looked at the date of my last post, and I thought what's the point of having a blog when you don't update it, ever? So then I thought about deleting it, erasing it completely from cyberspace. But then I realized that I DO want my blog, and I DO want to keep it here, even if the only person who will read it is me. In fact, that's the only reason really keeping me from erasing the blog, of which I sometimes forget the URL. Sad, isn't it?

Anyway, these last two weeks have been pretty hectic. I've been attending a theatre workshop, and surprisingly I had a lot of fun. Which wouldn't have been possible without June (who was with me!), Devyoni, Syanaas, Atikah, Chloe, Rowena and Atiqa. Another important thing I learned was that there is an outside world. Okay, maybe I knew that already, but it takes a while to get used to that fact, especially when you're holed up at school all day.

So this means that high school issues are tiny, compared to what's out there.

Which is why we shouldn't worry about them too much.

But oh well. What has happened since four months ago? Apart from studying, finally finishing PMR, and a frightening preview of what's to come in Form 4, nothing much. This is why I don't update (other than the fact that I don't have a computer anymore)- I don't have much to blog about.

If anyone has any good photos, please send them to me- I need to make a scrapbook.

OKAY. Last day of school. Talk about the beginning of the end. For some reason, it didn't feel like a last day. And I know this mention is a little overdue, but oh what the heck. It honestly felt like we'd be returning to school the following Monday. And I know this might make me sound totally impassive, but honestly, I felt so deadpan about it.

Okay, that sounds really bad, but it's true. For some strange reason I've gotten so used to it. Not showing any emotion! As if I got too much Botox done or something. Being detached is my thing. Nothing can get through this thick skin, baby, NOTHING!

Ignore that last one. I guess it's because we'll still be seeing each other next year, right? I was actually quite emotional when Prthiv left. Because PRTHIV is my very, very good friend. And I miss him. And I shall call him one day, because we said we'd keep in touch.

I don't like saying goodbye, and doing the regulation "I'll miss you- I'll keep in touch, PROMISE." And then the I'll-keep-in-touch thing is completely forgotten.

Or you wait until the other person contacts you first, because you're a little proud.

Anyway, I shall update next time. Arrivederci.

love love me.

2008-07-04T20:23:00.004+08:00

So this week has been a fairly OKAY one. Nothing to shout about. I love the new abbreviated timetable.

I just want to say that I'm tired of being judged. I'm tired of being underestimated. I am perfectly capable of standing up for myself; I don't need you, or frankly, anybody else. I'm tired of shutting up and letting you get to me every time you get angry or start to show your pathetic emotions.

And I'm not letting you win, no matter what.

ANYWAY. This is what happened today:

Giselle put on a patch. And Azmir and I kept staring at it. HAHA. Sorry Giselle. But you looked so cute! And I promised her a Giselle post, so here goes:

You probably know about Giselle. You've probably seen her around. You might have even spoken to her. But you probably don't know her like I do. She likes hiding away what she feels. She trusts very few people. She is always there for those people. She won't hesitate to speak her mind (which is what I like most about her). A fallout with her always sucks. Because it sucks knowing that you're not talking to her. And I always HAVE to apologize to Giselle, because that's exactly why. I do NOT like falling out with her. She's one of the closest friends I have ever had, ad I don't think I'd be the same person without her.

Because that's what people do, isn't it? They paint you in different colours. Like in Chin's essay (haven't called you that in ages). Some paint you red, making you feel on top of the world. You've got yellow, and green for the jealousy monster, and the black.

But that isn't the point. My point is some people are there for a reason. To teach you something. Others just make your life easier. But it is true, your friends aren't going to be there for the rest of your life. The friends you think mean the world to you now, might just be in a tiny corner of your memory is years to come. I'm not saying I don't value my friends. I do.

It's funny how some people know you inside out. They know exactly what you're thinking, and why, and what you need to say even though you won't say it. And it makes you wonder whether you know anyone that way.

Do you know where your heart is?
Do you think you can find it?
Or did you trade it for something, somewhere, better just to have it?

Yu Ken. Come online. I need to talk to you.

back again.

2008-06-06T14:16:00.005+08:00

Haven't blogged in ages, have I?

Yesterday

All my troubles seemed so far awaaaaay.

Haha. I'm still at my mom's office (all alone, no secretary, no mom) answering phones for her and taking messages. I was thinking about that kind of job, a secretary. I love answering phones. (:

I have been THINKING. Reflecting. I realized that I generally don't like a lot of people. This was pointed out to me by none other than my mom and dad.

I don't like him. AT ALL. (don't ask who I was talking about)

Why?

I don't know. I have no reason to like him.

YOU DON'T LIKE ANYONE!

Very simple. And I didn't believe them, seeing as half the time my parents don't SERIOUSLY tell me these things. But then it got me thinking. And I don't like a whole bunch of people.

The worst part? I don't CARE! Which isn't a bad thing, not at all.

I've lost the point.

Whatever. Anyway, my last two weeks were, on a scale of one to ten, a 6. I went to PHUKET! That's worth talking about. Patong Beach, to be exact. words to describe Patong Beach:

nightmarish.
RAUNCHY. (haha!)
beautiful.
all sexed-up.

mm hmm. It really looks like that.

I could only think of four so far. At night the place is all lit up, Thai girls wearing practically nothing walk the streets, waiting to be picked up by the nearest guy. You get offered flyers to watch strippers at nightclubs, and as you walk the sidewalk, you can see them inside the clubs!

You see a whole variety of people: transsexuals, transvestites, lesbians, gays, pole dancers, cabaret dancers, etc. It's almost fascinating.

But we went snorkeling too! Which is an experience of a lifetime. The Thai people who manned our speedboat kept going, "You want to see Nemo?? COME COME, I take you see Nemo!"

It was fun. And Thai people are super friendly, and they practically worship elephants.

I'll blog again in another month. (:

I just answered a phone call. TERRIBLY informal lah, so embarrassing!

2008-05-29T11:41:00.005+08:00

This is long overdue. I haven't blogged in over a month. Using my mom's computer now, seeing as my monitor at home keeps going to sleep. I shall blog a bit, and then start KGT!

So anyway, AI finals were last week. Unless you've been living under a box for the last few weeks, you'd know that David Cook won.

And in case you've been living under a tupperware these last few months, you'll know that I wanted David Archuleta to win. But I don't control the universe, sadly. IN MY OPINION (if you want it, take it) Archie should have won. But again: I don't control these things.

I'm already missing AI. But David Cook's really talented too. I just wish David A. had won.

I spent the before-the-exams weekend watching the AI marathon, solely to see Michael Johns.

In fact, I think the top 3 should have just been Michael, and the two Davids. Then I probably would have stopped watching altogether. (:

So THAT is the end of my Idol post. NEXT.

2008-04-18T21:49:00.006+08:00

Looking at my neglected blog makes my heart bite back the guilt. Ah well. Didn't go to school today because I had a cold. Spent double KH yesterday in the sick bay. The yearbook came this week. Talk about a major disappointment. I mean, no offence to anyone, but I love the old yearbooks. In fact, I only have one 'old yearbook'- Transformation. But I actually miss the words, the essays, the poems and the reports. I mean, some people are just dying to send in their writing, aren't they? Well, so much for that.

I'll stop right here, because I know that a lot of other hopelessly angry, upset and disappointed people are probably ranting about the yearbook.

So anyway. This week was probably a good one. Sports rehearsal on Wednesday. Spent most of the day taking silly pictures with the M/C gang, plus Giselle (who's still pretty much an M/C person), Delvin and Joshua Ho. Why Joshua Ho I can't imagine, because he just jumped right in with a lollipop.

They're a group of people I've always felt comfortable with, because they're all so great. Strange, isn't it? Delvin took all of us to a mamak shop afterwards, where a bunch of policemen were sitting at their table glaring at all of us like we were drug traffickers.

Delvin, where's this shop?
Oh, four shops away from Kodak.
(after 10 minutes of walking past several shops....)
I THOUGHT YOU SAID FOUR SHOPS.

I remember I had a cold the last time we had a sports rehearsal, which is very, very weird.

Now I shall try and delete all those Facebook requests.

And now I feel really, really dumb for not seeing the 'ignore all' link.

demolition.

2008-04-05T14:59:00.005+08:00

So I went to Blogskins, and found a brilliant skin, a skin I absolutely adore. I tried to enter all the HTML codes, and it actually worked for a while, except I couldn't figure out where to put the Cbox code, and why my posts weren't showing. I saved the pretty template on the computer, and after all my efforts I decided to give up, because no, I am NOT good at HTML, and whenever I try it comes out looking like crap. So for now, I shall leave it looking black and white. I could actually try and put in colours and all that, but right now I just couldn't be bothered to.

I'm reliving the old nightmare of the first few weeks of this blog. Well, 'this blog' is hardly THIS blog, because it's changed so much since I first signed up for a Blogger account. At first it had one of those Blogger skins, a rose coloured one. Then there was when Sam tried installing the Cbox. And when Cait helped me install the Miss Scarlet template. Which I've officially lost, by the way. Goodbye, beautiful red blog of the past. Welcome to futuristic black-and-white. No offence to all those people who have black-and-white blogs: you probably love them, and that's probably why you're sticking with them. It must have been intentional. But I like colour. And so expect very colourful posts in the near future. But don't expect regular posting, because unfortunately, my life just isn't as exciting as it might have been, if it ever was exciting. Unless you actually want to hear me (or, read me) talk about essays and textbooks and projects and classes and boring things like that, click on the 'X' button right on top.

But for now, you can stay.

I told Giselle I'd bake brownies this weekend, and I did. Despite the oven's Celsius temperature dial, I managed to bake fabulous brownies. Which, I might add, are actually pretty darn good. But I'm not tooting my horn here, because I did use Pillsbury brownie mix. So yeah. I'm just happy it didnt turn out rotten. My first baking accomplishment. The only thing I've ever baked is cake, which always, always ended up burnt and crusty. I haven't baked since I was eleven. And I was so nervous that I actually sat on the floor in front of the oven, practically watching the brownies rise. Of course, I had a book. Duh. And when I prodded it with a fork, it came out clean. But the top was sticky, so I put the tray BACK into the oven. And the brownies came out fluffy. FLUFFY, not BLACK and hard!! The last time I baked brownies they came out rock hard.

Well then. My dad is making me get off (yes, my dad has such influence) and now I'm leaving.

2008-04-02T13:43:00.003+08:00

I'm a katak under a tempurung. I don't want you to be a katak under a TUPPERWARE.
What's the difference?
A katak under a tempurung has the HOLE. So it can still get air, and water, and food! And if a tiny katak jumps in, the tempurung will be full of baby katak. BUT if it's under a tupperware, there's no hole so it will DIE! And it can never come out. Because all the katak in the tempurung can lift the tempurung!

Madam Kumari's Sejarah class.

"WHAT I WANTED? I wanted you to fight for me! I want you to say that there is no one else you'd rather be with, that you'd rather be alone than be without me."

2008-03-28T22:29:00.002+08:00

My blog is officially a year old.

And what have I been doing with my life since the last...however many days I haven't been blogging? Well. There's been a funeral. And a wedding. One is the end. The other is the beginning. Or the beggining of the end. However you may want to look at it. Anyway, what else? I am in absolutely no mood to blog, which means it's generally not a good one. I used to be able to write PAGES for this blog.

2008-03-11T11:25:00.003+08:00

I just got back from Port Dickson. You know how people say it's the dreariest place to go on holiday? I went back, and I remembered how much I love the place, and how beautiful it still is. I could spend days sitting in the Yacht Club, overlooking the beach with my book. And crossing wooden bridges to a separate mangrove island only to find that the bridge has a gaping hole in it. And then walking across the sand at low tide to the other island, where nobody knows where you are, and you can just sit there, watching the world go by.

Well anyway, I've been tagged twice already, by Cait. Dhivya's been bugging me to update, so here goes:

Cait's tag
Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total 20 questions, then tag to 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.

1.) What is your dream when you were in your childhood?
To be a movie star.
2.) Rainy days or sunny days? Why?
Sundays and Monday mornings should be rainy. Other days should be sunny, but not HOT.
3.) Which do you like the most? Black or White?
Black. It's sophisticated. Elegant.
4.) Who would you marry?
Someone who'd love me despite all my flaws, unconditionally.
5.) Where is the place you would like to go most? Why?
Probably, Paris. No explaination required, right?
6.) Who are you most afraid of losing?
My parents, the most. But. My family, and my friends.
7.) When you encounter a sad moment, what would you do?
I'd probably call someone, or I'd keep to myself, until I can think about it. Or I'd just let myself recover in my own time, without analyzing or interpreting.
8.) What is the one thing you can never tire of?
Reading. Give me a good book and I'll read till my eyes pop out.
9.) If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him? Or just keep the secret in the heart, observing by yourself?
The latter. Maybe I'd even make myself forget.
10.) Till now, what is the moment that you regret most?
I have loads of regrettable moments. BUT. I'm not telling.
11.) What are the requirements that you wish for your other half?
I don't need another HALF. I was born WHOLE. But anyway, my other half should be...funny. And never sickly-sweet, to the point that he isn't even believable. He shouldn't take things-namely me- too seriously. Especially when I say things I know I'll regret much later.
12.) Which type of person do you hate most?
UM. Someone with no sense of personal hygiene. HAHAHA. And someone arrogant and stuck-up.
13.) What is your ambition?
Oh no. THE QUESTION. When you find out, let me know.
14.) Would you rather be someone else at this moment?
At this moment...no. At other times...yes.
15.) If you could have 1 dream come true, what would it be?
It would be the dream I ALWAYS talk about, the one where I live in a beach house in some beautiful part of Europe.
16.) What will you do if the world ends tomorrow?
I'd tell the people I love how much I love them. I'd tell the people I don't like why I never liked them. Okay, maybe not. I'd spend the day either with the treasured ones, or in my room looking through photo albums.
17.) Who's your favourite cartoon character?
ERM. Scooby Doo!
18.) What do you think that is most important in your life?
Most important..My independence and self-esteem.
19.)Describe your dream house.
Oh, wow. Um. It wouldn't be too big. But it would be beautiful, like a Victorian-style manor. It would have lots of windows, and a huge library. There would be a fireplace (since it would be somewhere in Europe) and gorgeous bathrooms. There would be two floors, and a spiral staircase. Except the staircase would lead to a landing, and there would be no real ceiling of the ground floor. If I were to stand on the ground floor and look up, I'd see my roof.
20) If you could do one thing before you die, what would it be?
Bungee jump off the Eiffel Tower. AHAHA. Or lean on the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Or take a road trip through the whole of Malaysia. Or finally see Sabah. Or learn to cook pasta. Or even write a novel. Pick one.

2008-02-23T13:27:00.005+08:00

In the last two days, I've learned that:

you can't always have things your way.

you can't please everybody, no matter how hard you try.

you can never try too hard.

you should take your second chance whenever possible, because they don't come by that often.

you should take responsibility for the things that go down the drain. You can't expect things to work if you don't make it work yourself. Here I'm talking about things like relationships, friendships, and family. Make it work. Or it won't.

sometimes we want to stop trying to make it all work.

Especially now.

2008-02-06T20:33:00.002+08:00

"I don't want to watch Game Plan again. So have you told them about the demon barber?" "No lah, let's watch the one on Fleet Street."
"WHAT?! Johnny Depp SINGS in this movie?! This I gotta see!"

Today I watched the best movie I've seen in a long, long time. And I think I'm the one who enjoyed it most. Chi-E didn't even watch the ending. She was too busy hiding in Giselle's shoulder. And just for future reference, this post might contain certain spoilers.

Today Giselle, Cait, Chi-E and I went on an outing, specificially to watch Sweeney Todd, since I'd been totally crazy over it for a while. After all the planning Dhivya couldn't make it. Poor girl. I hope she knows we missed her. I don't think she'd have enjoyed it. No worries, Dhivya! I'm so buying the DVD. And somehow I'll make you watch it. Because it's a seriously good movie. Well-told, and the soundtrack was great too.

Everytime Sweeney Todd (I just can't get used to calling him 'Sweeney'.) picked up his razor Cait and I sank in our seats (BY THE WAY. We were totally in front- the first six rows in the cinema were empty. And the people behind us were so IRRITATED because we were either laughing endlessly at the soundtrack or melting at the sweet little boy or whimpering at Sweeney Todd massacring his customers), knocking our heads together. But we had so much fun, because the scenes in the film are actually pretty funny. Johnny Depp's face is dark and sombre throughout Mrs Lovett's seaside fantasies.

So anyway. Chi-E and I got there at 10.30, and waited around the escalators for Giselle. Then Giselle arrived, and we waited around for Cait. Suddenly my phone rang, and Cait sounds totally confused.

"OMG, I'm totally lost."
"Okay, give me a landmark or something. Like a shop."
"There's nothing here! I'm not even inside yet."
"CAIT! Then get inside!"
"Okay okay. OH OH! I see Puff."
"What on earth is a Puff?"
"Is she even in One Utama??"
"I've never been here before, okay!"
"Are you serious?"
"Well, maybe I HAVE been here before, but only ages ago."
"Okay, just stay there, Cait. Don't get lost or anything."
"OH OH. I'm at the Body Shop."
"Okaaay. Do you see a McDonalds?"
"Um, NO."
"But it's right next to McDonald's!"
-Cait, Giselle and I.

I think we were the noisiest people in the whole mall. After collecting the tickets we went to JJ's for jacket potatoes. Poor Giselle's potato was too hot. When we got there the cashier said we had to wait ten minutes because they were just getting started.

"Can we have two corned beef potatoes and two cheddar cheese, please?"
"I put nothing on it okay ar?"
"Umm, yes."
"What you doing today?"
"Seeing a movie."

And for some reason he was just being so annoying. Just give us the potatoes. And THEN I saw a box of Russets, and told Cait that they were size 90. For some reason she found this so funny.

THEN she made the lamest joke I've heard from her.

"This potato is SO HOT laa."
"Actually why do potatoes need jackets? They're so hot anyway."
"That's quite funny actually."

Then we rushed to TGV to get popcorn and drinks, because the movie would start in five minutes. And for a moment I thought I'd lost the tickets. We barely got past the ticket attendant who said, "You guys DO know this movie is for above 18, right??"

The movie had already begun, and our seats weren't lit up, so we could barely find them. But the movie was great. And after that Chi-E and Giselle said, "WE'RE NEVER SEEING ANOTHER MOVIE WITH YOU EVER AGAIN, NEESH!"
After that we went window shopping? And went abck to JJ's for sandwiches and more potatoes! Cait fell in love with a red-and-black dress she tried on in Spade.

And it dawned on all of us that we're going to be 16 next year.

2008-02-03T14:04:00.001+08:00

I know I haven't been updating, mostly because there's been nothing to blog about.

I sent in my Commonwealth essay, after being totally indecisive for a while.

I was also disappointed this week. Thank God Friday was FT Day.

I realized that I should stop caring this week.

Madam Bala realized that I actually DID finish my homework this time.

I realized that I shouldn't expect too much from people, because it's just disappointing.

I've also learned that Dhivya has renamed me Norelle Pass Neesh the Durian.

Why? I DON'T KNOWW. Ask her!

I was actually going to leave that as a post, but I thought it would be annoying if I left it in the future. So I think I'll post exactly what Dhivya thinks of me.

I hate you Anisha. I never wanna see you again!

Hahaha, just joking. Okay, here it is.

DO YOU THINK I'M...
1. A psycho?
when you're high. =D

2. A nerd?
No.

3. Ghetto?
HAHAHAHAHA. No way!

4. Two-faced?
Definitely no.

5. Obnoxious?
NO

6. Immature?
I want you to be.

7. Mature?
Oh so very.

8. Moody?
Sometimes.

9. Alcoholic?
I wouldn't know.

10. Lovable?
Absolutely.

JUST SOME QUESTIONS

1. What do you think I'll be when I grow up?:
A lawyer in a suit with a red top and a bun..in my commercials!

2. (a) Do u think I'll get married?: yup.
(b) If u do..who do u think I'll marry?: [I can't post THIS up]

3. When is my birthday?: 15th September la. Stupid question.

4. Who is my best friend?: me i hope.

5. What song (if any) reminds u of me?: IRIS!

6. If u could rename me...what would my name be?: Norelle Pass Neesh the Durian.

7. If u could give me anything...what would it be?: a red laptop.

2008-01-23T17:43:00.001+08:00

I haven't updated in so long my computer has forgotten my email address. And people have given up asking me to update! HAHA.

Dhivya says:
hey

Dhivya says:
and the last chapter would be about

Anisha. says:
more EXPRESSION woman!

Anisha. says:
how i'm thankful for the life we've made!

Anisha. says:
hee hee hee.

Dhivya says:
and if we had babies!!!

Anisha. says:
they would have your eyes!

Dhivya says:
we would be lesbian

Anisha. says:
...

Dhivya says:
thanks

Dhivya says:
i do have nice eyes.

Dhivya, Dhivya. =]

So all in all, school's been great. Trying hard not to screw up the fresh start I'm getting. New year, new life, new habits, new this, new that. And I should learn to blog about important things. Why is it that whenever it's a school day we get so much homework, and at weekends or holidays we get practically nothing?

And for once I am actually enjoying school. Form 3 has its perks.

And one day, one sweet day, we'll go and watch Sweeney Todd. Maybe during the Chinese New Year holidays at some point? And another day I'll buy the Atonement DVD. Because when I wanted to watch it, when I was actually FREE to watch it, they'd stopped screening it.

And I probably sound movie-crazy right now, but I haven't seen a movie in ages. I think the last movie I saw wasn't in English. I haven't seen a good movie in ages. Which reminds me.

One of my favourite actors has died. I went to MSN.com today, and the headlines were screaming: "HEATH LEDGER DEAD". It took ages to download the article. I gave up, and tried Googling him, stuff came up but my connection sucked today. So I gave up AGAIN. And I tried again. And I found out that he probably overdosed on sleeping pills, at 28. TWENTY-EIGHT.

Can you imagine dying so young? I still remember him singing 'Can't Take My Eyes Off You' and dancing on a flight of stairs in 'Ten Things I Hate About You'.

SIGH. I shall mourn in silence.

I finished writing something! After years and years of not writing anything whatsoever, I have gone and written something. Well, it's hardly anything to be immensely proud of, but in the last three years I've only written summaries and compositions. Haha.

I'm currently trying to convince Joshua that secrets occupy space, although they're not matter.

Xyang says:
i hurt my toe
Xyang says:
ok?
Xyang says:
haha

Xyang says:
crap , i just told you the deepest darkest secret of my entire boring life .

2008-01-12T13:19:00.000+08:00

The timetable has been CHANGED. Now I have Art in the morning. So a grumpy Madam Dev in the morning, for a whole hour and twenty minutes? Not so appealing.

I have lost contact with everybody upstairs. I mean above the 3M/3C floor. Goodbye people. I feel like I'm inside a bubble.

I am HAPPY. Very happy! Why? I don't know. Part of what's keeping my mood up is the fact that I'm going to watch Atonement with Ramesh next Saturday!

"I want to watch Atonement before I pop."
-Kavita akka.

And I want to watch Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street SO BADLY it makes my insides burn. Well not really burn, but something to that effect.

Who doesn't love Johnny Depp?

It's about revenge. Never forget. And never forgive.

A bloodthirsty musical is what I need. Go watch Interview with a Vampire! That one is fantastic.

Anyway. Back to the real reason I felt obliged to update. SCHOOL. =] I enjoy school. More than last year, though I miss Foo! Who's gone to K. And Yeong Kang has gone to C. What a waste of reshuffling someone.

Watched March of the Penguins yesterday at school. I remember my dad made me sit through it a while ago. It was nice though, and I agree with Cait who said on her blog that the baby penguins look like bowling pins. Bowling pins with fur! Haha.

2008-01-05T18:03:00.000+08:00

First day!

I'm in 3M. And I'm very, very happy about that. Haha. And there are new people too! Yu Ken, Quinnie, Mun Yee, Caleb, Khye Ern, and Ruthraz. Memories? Ahem.

Dhivya and I had the jitters in the bus. Catching up, and talking about nothing, because that's what we always do!

"I won't forget you, cockroach."

Got to school ten minutes later than usual. First I looked for my name on the 3P name list. PURE RELIEF when my name wasn't on it! Then I checked 3K. Then 3M. And my name is right underneath Chun Kay's, where it was last year.

Spent assembly talking to Joey, and trying to find out who our homeroom teacher was. Went to class, and Madam Intan walked in! Applause. And she goes through all the insurance forms, the school rules (as if we haven't heard them a dozen times before) and other stuff. Then she said, "Oh, and by the way. I'm NOT your homeroom teacher." =.=

Then Puan Rozita walked in. "Okay. Siapa nak jadi monitor?"

Hahah. Candidates: Chris, Shi Khai, Joey, Khye Ern. And Jo wins! And Shi Khai becomes Assistant all over again. Poor guy.

I'm sitting next to Crystal again! All the way at the back, behind Chun Kay and Prthiv. June sits in the same position as she used to, and I can't help but want to sit where Prthiv is. Next to Crystal, like last year.

So Thursday was the usual fist day of school. Except it was nicer. Cait is in Giselle's class, and Dhivya is in Chi-E's. M and C are a whole floor underneath the rest of the form.

2008-01-02T18:20:00.000+08:00

My first post in 2008! Wow.

Everybody's been talking about 2007, how it brought ups and downs for all of us. It was definitely eventful. Loads of things happened. I've realized that some things are just not what they seem. I've learned that time, no matter how much I scream at it, will never stop for me.

Time heals. Time breaks. When you have those moments, the ones you'd like to remember and the ones you wish you could forget, that's what time does. If we're lucky we remember. If we're not, we forget. But if we're lucky too, we forget. And if we want to be unlucky, we remember.

My dad always says that he chooses to be lucky. He says if he wants to be happy, it'll happen. In due time.

I'm going to be lucky.

What am I looking for? We always want more. So we keep looking. If only we knew what for.

So to everyone reading this, have a great new year. It still feels brand new. Embrace it, because it's a clean break. I'm going to cherish what I have. This time around, I'll be trying not to let the downs get to me.

Part Two.

2007-12-28T13:35:00.000+08:00

Day Four

Okaaay. Today was..free day? I think that's what we called it. Yup! I think we went to this shopping mall in Broadbeach (yup, the beach is a town, too. Like Surfers Paradise. How confusing). Pacific Fair. There was another one I saw on the way back called the Australia Fair, but we didn't go there. Did I mention that the Marina Mirage is a mall too? And if you like waterfront shopping, in front of the Broadwater, go to the Marina Mirage. It's beautiful. And there are loads of shops like Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Escarda, etc. AND it's opposite the Palazzo Versace. And the Palazzo Versace is absolutely spectacular. It's the epitome of luxury and elegance. Designed by Donatella Versace herself. THAT in itself is amazing.

And you're probably wondering what the Palazzo Versace is. It's a hotel. A hotel with its own private marina, with access to the Marina Mirage, of course, an indoor and outdoor pool, its own spa, a huge gym, 3 restaurants, and lots, LOTS more. And every single thing in the whole hotel is Versace. And how much does the Superior room cost per night? From $AUD 435 TO $770. Multiply multiply multiply! And the superior room is the cheapest, by the way. Ha.

2007-12-28T13:20:00.000+08:00

I realized that I don't know how to stop doing something, even when I know it's bad for me. I don't know how to stop reading something when I know at the end it will hurt like hell. I don't know how to stop.

Anyway, excuse the above paragraph. No. Scratch that. This is my blog, and I'm hoping that when I am old and greying, I'll sit in front of a computer an laugh at all my childish, teenage insecurities. After all, that's what we are, isn't it? We're insecure, and childish teenagers. No matter how much we try to change it, we're all afraid. I know I am. Just teenagers. It's when you're too old for toys. Too young for everything else. And yet, we are changing. As scary as it seems, it's always there.

Aussie~!

2007-12-26T09:48:00.000+08:00

I'm baaaack!

And no one seems to have missed me. =[ Never mind, I don't think I've been that good a friend to anyone lately. It's my fault! Hehe.

Anyway, the photos will come later. But for now I'll try and remember every single thing I did throughout my holiday.

Day 1

Arrived at Brisbane Airport all exhausted from the eight hour flight. Didn't get to sleep much on board, so yeah. Walked through the whole airport looking and feeling like a zombie! Brisbane Airport is much smaller than KLIA. But they're building an extension soon enough. Anyway, the car journey to our hotel was about an hour (just like from my house to KLIA!). Brisbane is a city, and it's very dry, and very green. o.O I know that doesn't really sum up the place but still! Those were my first thoughts. The highways reminded me a lot about KL. I loved the names of the different places in and out of the city. Toowomba. Coolangatta! Burleigh Heads. The Broadwater. Coombabah. The Spit.

Anyway, we arrived at the Courtyard Marriott around ten in the morning, and we were told that our room would only be ready at 2pm. =.= So exhausted as we were, we were forced to walk around flashy Surfers Paradise (yup, we're right smack in the middle of a swanky city called Surfers Paradise, named after the beach a kilometre down the road). Surfers Paradise? It's like... Vegas! Ahaha. Well not really, really. But if I had to come up with one word to describe the place, the word would be: FLASHY. At night the city is alive with lights. There's a Hard Rock Cafe, and from our balcony you can see the huge guitar. There's a wide screen TV on one of the many buildings. It full of high-rise apartment blocks facing our hotel, the beach (mainly Surfers Paradise, Broadbeach and Southport) and of course, the Broadwater. The Broadwater is a beautiful river, and on our penultimate day on the Gold Coast, we took a night cruise down the river. The boat was docked at the beautiful Marina Mirage (which also doubles as this exclusive shopping mall). More about that later!

Back to Surfers Paradise. You wouldn't believe the number of Malaysian Chinese restaurants there are. And this is what the menu looks like:

Traditional 'KAMPUNG' Fried Rice: $ 15
Sweet and Sour Chicken: $ 20
Hokkien Mee: $ 25

If you think THAT sounds bad, multiply all the prices by about 3, and you get how much the food costs in ringgit.

And the food there, be it Australian or Chinese, just isn't that great. You'd expect something much better for 90 Aussie per meal.

But anyway! Surfers Paradise... If you were to go through the side door of the hotel, you'd be inside the shopping mall. I think it's called the Esplanade. And if you keep walking through the mall, you'd find yourself at the entrance of Surfers Paradise beach! Cool, isn't it?

Basically we didn't do very much on day one. Just walked around, saw the supposedly world's tallest residential tower. Found an Indian restaurant that served up kangaroo tandoori. No, we didn't try it! Just imagine those poor kangaroos being cooked into a mean tandoori. ugh.

Day 2

What did we do on Day 2? OH YEEAH. Sea World! We had to board a coach to get to Sea World, and so we did. Then one lady on the coach asked us where we were going, we said Sea World, duh. Then she said the rest of the coach was going to Movie World. So we realized that we were on the wrong coach, and quickly got on another one.

Sea World was fabulous. The first thing we saw was this huge lake thingy, and people water skiing with one foot holding the handle. We did loads that day. Saw dolphins up close!!! Omg, that was the highlight of the whole day. And if you thought dolphins were amazing in pictures, you should see them flipping up into the air up close. When they're in front of you, you can see their melting brown eyes that look a lot like human ones. You see their sadness, and their intelligence, and their happiness all at the same time. Yes, I fell in love with a dolphin. =)

And we saw a crazy polar bear! Okay. The polar bear was HUGE, and it was just swimming around its rock inside the glass enclosure (okay, his ISLAND inside the glass enclosure). So the polar bear suddenly swam up to the glass, where everyone was standing taking pictures of him. He put his hind paws on the glass and PUSHED, doing a back flip and swimming right up to the rock six feet away! Hahahaha. And the weird thing about him was that he kept on doing those bear back-flips. Over and over and over again. He just wouldn't stop! And he loved the attention!

Then we went to this dolphin show. And the dolphins were AMAZING. Super smart. The trainers would make hand signals, and the dolphins would jump into the air, or swim on their tails or something. There was this one part when the narrator was talking about a Greek poet who got rescued by dolphins. Then suddenly out of nowhere, this one trainer zooms in, riding on two dolphins' backs.

O.o I just checked out dolphins on Wikipedia. Then followed this link about Encantado (Portuguese for 'enchanted one'). The Encantado are river-dwelling spirits who can take either human form or the form of a boto, the bizarre long-beaked freshwater dolphins of the Amazon.

"The encantado are curious about human society, and they are particularly fond of festivals and parties where they can enjoy music and dancing. It is not unheard of for an enchanted one to dwell on land long-term, making a living as a musician. This fascination with people shows its dark side when a lovestruck encantado abducts a human girl back to its home in the underwater city called the Encante. Most of these girls never return from this mystic place, and those that somehow escape their abductors are never quite right in the head. Many return pregnant; this happens often enough that it’s common in some areas for any child whose father is unknown to be called a 'child of the boto'."

Check out this site: http://monsterguide.blogspot.com

There's lots of information about Nosferatu, or even a Japanese kappa.

Ahem. Anyway, where was I? Sea World! Okay, so later we watched a sea lion show (sea lions, not seals, apparently) and I touched a real live starfish! Did you know that a new starfish can be regenerated from an arm of another starfish? Haha.

And I went on this fantabulous roller coaster called the Corkscrew! No one wanted to go with me. I wasn't planning on going alone, but this guy selling fans and stuffed whales encouraged me to go.

"Buy a spray fan!"
"She'll buy one if you go with her on the Corkscrew."
"Good luck then."
"No one wants to go with me!!"
"So what? Screw them! Go on your own! It's so cool! And really safe too. No one's died on it so far. But hopefully you won't be the first!"

And later:

"Did you go?"
"YES I DID! But not alone."
"See!! I told you! I bet you had fun!"

And behind my aunt and I on the roller coaster was this Australian guy called Callum, who was riding it for the third time. He gave us this toothy grin and said we wouldn't die. o.o

Day 3

Day 3 was my favourite. Warner Brothers' Movie World. Can you imagine a huge place, with buildings from the early days of Hollywood? When Hollywood was about making really good movies. And a world with buildings straight out of movies we all love, like Batman, Looney Tunes, the Police Academy, Harry Potter, Superman and Shrek?

Which is why I LOVED Movie World.

You're actually greeted with a sign that says, "Please be aware that filming will be taking place in the park today." Then you see this crazy roller coaster, called the Superman Escape. It looks like Superman is pushing it super fast up this bright red ramp, and dropping the passengers of the so-called Metropolis Rail Transit from about 760 metres high.

"SUPERMAN Escape is an unprecedented roller coaster ride experience which travels 0 - 100 kilometres in just 2 seconds! That's not fast that's SUPERMAN fast! With 760 metres of vertical climbs, weightless drops, head spinning twists and giant G-force turns, SUPERMAN Escape completely redefines the coaster experience."

That came from the website. Don't ask me what a G-force is, they just told me the roller coaster consists of 4 positive G-forces and 1 negative G-force.

It's SUPERMAN fast.

The minute you walk in, you hear this really old music in the air. All the buildings remind you of an old 1930s-esque Hollywood. Designed by a group of fictional architects. There's a popcorn stall covered with old magazine covers with people like Marilyn Monroe on them. There's a shop straight out of Diagon Alley, selling all sorts of Harry Potter memorabilia inside. Outside though, you see owls in cages, toads, eggs, and herbs you use for potions.

There's a bright green Shrek store that sticks out like a sore thumb. There's a darkened Batman shop that sells everything Batman. Walk along the streets and take a photo with Marilyn Monroe, or the Tasmanian Devil. Take a picture anywhere, and if you're lucky, a black samurai will sneak into your photo, brandishing the sword.

There is a store that sells movie memorabilia from the ages. Buy posters of James Dean, or Elvis Presley, even a hand painted Jack Sparrow. There are all these old Volkswagen parked outside the Gotham City Hall (sound familiar?) and the Office of Commerce.

There is this whole separate place, Chinatown. And from outside you can see all those coloured lanterns in the air, and it really feels amazing. It's the entrance to the Lethal Weapon roller coaster. Your feet are dangling in the air, and the roller coaster is sort of attached to the top of your seat. And that's how you move at 85 km/h, going upside down at least five times.

And another separate area is the Wild Wild West. You can see old taverns and shoe-shining booths, horses in stables, and posters of all those old Western films. The older ones, and Will Smith's movie too. Walk into a darkened alley and you'll see ad posters of the amazing Houdini sawing a woman in half, and things like that, splattered all over the walls. And then there's a huge painted wall that looks like the West itself. And did I mention the old ads of Dr Leon's Tooth Powder, and Mary Meade's Anti-Eat Cream? Complete with before and after shots? hahaha.

In the Western town you can see something that looks a whole lot like the Grand Canyon, except it's more steep rocks and cliffs galore. There's something that looks like a water slide that cascades down the rock face. This just happens to be one of the rides!

And did I mention the Scooby Doo ride?? Omgg. That was seriously fun. It's another great roller coaster, except all in the dark. It's not scary at all, but it does 90 degree turns, and you go backwards up and down all these hills. And it's so fun! Haha.

So as you can tell, Movie World was probably the highlight of my trip. Omg, I didn't write about the Superman Escape!! Goodness. How could I forget?

SO. The Superman Escape. It's a CRAZY roller coaster. ABSOLUTELY mind-blowing. I could practically feel the skin on my face tearing off.

So you're queuing up to go on this terrifying roller coaster. I went alone.

Anyway, you're queuing up indoors. And there are TV screens with a newscaster saying you're about to board the Metropolis Rail Transit (MRT), like the LRT lah. Then you get on the roller coaster, and you're winding around inside this cave-like place, and the loudspeakers are yelling out snippets of news about a terrible earthquake happening. You see a police car that crashed through the ceiling, now suspended in mid-air.

Soon you're at the mouth of the cave, and the loudspeakers are screaming, "8 SECONDS TO CAVE-IN!"

Superman to the rescue!!

"Don't worry guys. There's only one way out of this mess. I'll get you outta here. Fast."

And by fast, he means SUPERMAN FAST.

You're catapulted through the air at breakneck speed, up and up and up, and then you're dropped even faster, from a horrible height of 760 metres. my skin felt like it was falling off. I wasn't SCREAMING, more like retching. My face is contorted. And after those 3 horrible drops, you're back in the cave after 30 horrible seconds. And after the ride, I was LITERALLY shaking. My teeth were rattling, and my brain was numb. And it sucked all the energy out of me.

So that concludes the first few days of my great Australian endeavour. The continuation comes tomorrow! Be prepared for less excitement and more tired kangaroos though.

"AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE!!"
"OI OI OI OI OI!!"

Till then, goodbye.

2007-12-18T15:54:00.000+08:00

I'm leaving for Australia tomorrow night, my flight is at 11.30 I think. My mom said not to bring the phone, so I WON'T. Haha. Today's packing day! I went shopping on Sunday. I officially have a favourite store. PDI. Bought pants for the trip (yes, I'm the kind of person who actually buys stuff for holidays) and then bought t-shirts in BULK.

I have nothing to blog about. NOTHING. Australians have the funniest slang on the planet. Here's an example:

acid: the truth. (the good acid)
a few kangaroos loose in the top paddock: someone who is mentally 'not quite there', also 'a picnic short of a sandwich'.
aggro: aggressive.
she'll be apples: everything will be alright.
elbow grease: hard work.
empties: empty beer bottles.
dead horse: tomato sauce.
dinkum: real, honest or genuine.
keen as mustard: extremely enthusiastic.
kick the bucket: to die. Same as 'push up daisies' and 'go west', or 'buy a farm'.
thongs: flip-flops!

HAHAHA. So I think this is probably my last post before I go. Before that...

Happy Birthday, Sam!

and..

Merry Christmas!

All I want for Christmas...is YOU.

2007-12-08T14:11:00.000+08:00

Why do people change? I mean, seriously. Does it happen subconsciously, or do people make a decision to be different? We all want to be different, unique even- but does anyone really, truly want to be ordinary? Normal. Not special.

We all want to be extraordinary, to have the extraordinary things we desire, to be extraordinarily happy. Dancing-on-air happy. Do we make the decision to change, and go on with our lives as if nothing has happened?

People tell you that you've changed. Maybe you've changed for the better. Maybe people like you even more because you're different from who you were. But when we do change...do we like who we've become? Maybe we do. And that's great. But let's say everybody else likes the new you and you're the only person who doesn't. Then what would you do? Would you decide to revert back to who you were, and have less people like you?

When someone close to you changes, and you don't like what they've become...I hope you'll tell them. When someone close to you becomes angry and superficial, arrogant and demanding, I hope you'll tell them.

When someone close to ME changes abruptly, after getting a taste of power, I hope I'LL tell them.

But there's no guarantee that the person will change for the better when you tell them. There's no guarantee on anything, is there? Nothing is stable, or permanent. Even when you find that nothing could be better, something comes up and ruins it all. And when it's ruined, it may be repairable. Once it is repaired, it is tainted. It is never the same. It could even be better.

But never, will it ever be the same.

someone.

2007-12-05T13:59:00.000+08:00

Just got back from Fraser's Hill. No, I got back on Sunday, actually. Fraser's Hill is a beautiful place, and when you get back you can really feel the difference. Because when you're there, you don't hear the noise, you don't feel the crowd, and you can actually breathe in deeply without coughing. I mean, for the first time ever in the history of holidays, I wasn't glad to be home. I found that everything back home wasn't as bright as what was in Fraser's Hill, and everything was covered in a layer of grey.

And it's not like I had THAT much fun, either. The place was just so pretty, like an English village in the countryside. There were cottages everywhere. And flowers. And on my first day we went to this gorgeous resataurant-cum-hotel and had tea and scones. Which is the kind of thing I've always wanted to do.

So basically we went with the Royal Selangor Club Hash Section. If you don't know what hash is, look it up. I'm a hasher! =]

Anyway, we stayed at a place called Shahzan Inn, which is quite a nice place, actually, with hot water. Which is pretty much all you need in a place as cold as Fraser's.

And they had a karaoke section! There was this one woman who warbled her way through TEN songs. And a guy I know who screeched through 'How Do I Live'.

How do I ever, ever SURVIIIIIIVE???

Hahaha. And I went hashing too! Which is jungle trekking, mostly. But it has a certain system. And on our last day we went to the Jeriau Waterfalls. And it was freezing cold, I tell you. Swimming under the falls was fun though.

And I met someone too.

Thankfully, I'm getting used to being at home. Went to buy books from school yesterday, with my sister. I realized that Panas Salju is pretty long. And I'm too lazy to go read it. OR do the work.

Called Cait last night at around 1.15. Talked for about an hour and a half! And it was one of those nice phone calls that was just full of manic laughter. I think Jun Shern's mad at me.

Fine then. I'll just close my eyes and go to bed because nobody cares about me..
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Jun Shern!
(after ten minutes)
Jun Shern! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.......

I love meeting new people.

Anyway. I love the feeling you get when you meet someone new, and you realize that you actually LIKE the person, without having to pretend to like them. Because sometimes I pretend. Don't we all pretend to like someone? Pretend to listen to what they're saying. Pretend to want to talk to them.

What happens when you find that you're not pretending?

When it's real.

Don't you love that feeling?

I love people who can't sing. And think they can. I love listening to funny karaoke. Not BAD karaoke, but funny karaoke. I love swimming under a waterfall. I love the freezing cold water. I love being pulled in by a complete stranger. Okay, maybe not a COMPLETE stranger. Maybe someone I've just met.

I love talking to someone new. I love right now.

I feel so tipsy. GOSH. I just like today. It's a glorious rainy day.

It's like everything's been washed away after the rain. Everything that makes a bad day. And you'll get the occasional jerk who plans on ruining it all, and then you realize that you don't give a damn about what THEY THINK.

So THERE.

2007-11-28T14:10:00.001+08:00

I haven't been blogging about a LOT of stuff that are important to me, so I'll just randomly start now.

Dhivya Nair came home last week! Yes, the lovable one is BACK from the UK. I would have loved to go with her, but I don't think she would have liked having me invade her trip. And what happened after THAT? Madam Grace's movie thingy on Wednesday!

The movie thingy was fun. Reached there really late and had to sit through the second half of Stomp the Yard. I never liked that movie. Okay, so the moves were cool. But the storyline was so...predictable. I like movies that have a good story behind them, and an even greater cast. Which reminds me, I watched the WORST Hindi movie the other day with my cousin and her mom. The set was like a crazy blend of Venice, Las Vegas, India, France AND a dingy brothel. It was about this guy who comes to this town out of nowhere, and he's the hero of all the emotionally challenged prostitutes and battered women there. Then one rainy night he sees (SEES, not MEETS) a girl standing on a bridge, and falls head over heels in love with her. Which is so STUPID, because it can't even count as love at first sight, since her BACK is facing him. =.=

Did I mention that this guy plays the girliest character I have EVER seen? He plays this singer in some swanky nightclub, who plays the guitar and prances around like a lovelorn schoolboy. And there's one scene which involves a TOWEL, and the guy's gyrating hips. Not exactly the kind of thing you'd like to see.

There was this old landlady too, called Lilian. And the stupid guy kept calling her 'LiliPOP'. Which I found so obnoxious.

YOU?! What could you POSSIBLY give me?
A hug, LiliPOP. You've been alone for 37 years. You haven't smiled, laughed, loved, or hugged in THIRTY-SEVEN years.
*woman tears up*
You need to be hugged, LiliPOP. Let me hug you.

Oh my word. I had fun laughing AT the whole movie. It was a sad waste of my day!

Where was I? Madam Grace's thingy. So after watching Hairspray, we walked around her house a bit wondering what to do. The Colin says, "I know! Let's play FOOTBALL."

Why aren't you guys playing in the garden?
Because it stinks!!
No it doesn't. Why?
Got dog crap.
You boys are GIRLS lah! No, WORSE than girls!
-Madam, Chris Lim (2W) and Colin.

So instead of football we played Monkey. The Chris kicks the ball really hard, and knocks it over a gate and into the drain/river outside the house. Poor Colin, it was his ball.

So we went outside and stood by the railing and watched the ball float. Chris and Kheng Yew tried using a dustpan to get it out, but alas. Didn't work. Tried shouting at it, didn't work either. And then Giselle, Colin and I started kicking a tiny confiscated ball around until I kicked it into the river.

Hooi Ching's mom sent us home! She wasn't sure how to get there (to my house) and so I mumbled something about a certain 'highway' and 'Segambut' and 'TTDI' and we managed to get home. I'm not the world's best directions-giver.

Then Chi-E had her sleepover on Thursday! The usuals were all there: Giselle, Cait, Dhivya and I. Chi-E's house is gorgeous, I tell you. And her little brother is the most adorable ten-year-old I've ever met.

Bro, come give me a hug.
And Shin Ji just stands there, with Chi-E hugging him tight.

Let's watch The Notebook!
MY house, Cait. MY TV, Cait.

You're so mean to your brother lah.
MY brother, Cait. You have your own!

Dhivya brought jellybeans and gummy bears and this candy dolphin thing. Don't know why she liked that dolphin. Hahaha. Chi-E's sleepover was fun. I won't say what we did here, because most of it is a little bit private.

Anyway. Yu Ken went to Japan last Wednesday and came HOME on erm...Tuesday? Yeah. Yu Ken went to Japan and came home with a yukata! HAHAHA.

Anyway. I have NEWS.

I am going on HOLIDAY. Where to?

AUSTRALIA!

Aussie Land, here I come. =)

I received lots of mixed reactions from people.

I'm going to Australia. For a week.
WHAT, a WEEK? Meaning I can't talk to you for seven long days?

I'm going to Australia. For a week.
Australia?? Where?
The Gold Coast and Brisbane.
OMG. Gold Coast is so boring laa. What are you gonna DO?

I'm going to Australia!
Oh, cool! It's supposed to be really cold there, right?
Erm, no..it's summertime....

I'm going somewhere!
Where? Aussie Land?
How did you KNOW?
I'm psychic.

That's all for now. Going to Fraser's Hill tomorrow.

2007-11-22T14:44:00.000+08:00

Okay, FINE. Name me ONE person I'm close to. I'll prove my point.
[insert name] HA. I WIN.
He's not my friend man.
He's my support..
My counsellor..
My shoulder to cry on..
My everything.

This is killing me.

But seriously.. Are you in a boat? A sampan or anything? Because you're rowing away. While I sing that song, 'row, row, row your boat' .
I'm PROPELLING, not ROWING. And I would never go on a SAMPAN. I'm on a ship.
O.O You need help! And I have an extra hand. If dowan then you die. You'll fall off the cliff. And scream 'ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR'!!

Snippets of conversation. I still haven't packed for Chi-E's house yet. Went to Madam Grace's house yesterday with Chi-E. We got there so late because my mom was still in court. So when we got there they were all halfway through Stomp the Yard.

Okay, I'm writing this on Saturday, the 24th. Haven't been blogging. After Juin, Dhivya AND Chi-E told me to update, I decided to go ahead and do it.

C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
r u blogging?
To steal your pain. says:
hhahaha
C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
BLOG
To steal your pain. says:
im not exactly home now.
C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
dun talk to me neesh. YOU MUST BLOGG BBBLLOOOOOOGGGGGG
C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
oh?
C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
CAN STILL BLOG WHAT.
To steal your pain. says:
FINE LAA.
C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
NEESH
C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
COME BACK
C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
NUUUU!
To steal your pain. says:
HAHAHAHAH
C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
BUT BLOG ALSO!

I find this line so funny, for some reason.

We're not talking about an urge for chocolate-covered donuts here. We're talking about an urge for CORPSES.

Was watching Crime Investigation Network when this lawyer started talking about this crazy cannibal. This one guy killed people for 13 years, then he'd cannibalize them.

Why is it that the moment I sit down to blog properly I ALWAYS have to go and do something else? I'm very annoyed right now. And now the word '(empty)' is fixed permanently on my screen.

But...you've been dead 15 years!

Frankly, my dear- I don't give a damn.

2007-11-18T13:37:00.000+08:00

My friend Caitlin Chen has a gazillion nicknames.

Chin (which evolved from 'CHEN').

Cait.

Bait. (when you try typing her name with T9 on your cellphones, it NEVER comes out as Cait)

Cait Bait. (courtesy of Low Chi-E)

Baitlin. (also from Chi-E)

CARTlin (Chi-E)

Cart. (Chi-E)

Cart Bart. (this is MINE!)

Aaron is now Aaron the Baron, by the way. And I've been Neesh Peesh for a LONG time. And then it became 'neesh peesh kapiesh sheesh'. THAT one came from Giselle. Who was Jell Bell for a while, and then eventually Dhivya and Cait gave her Belly Full of Jelly. After which she stormed away very ANGRILY. Haha. Anyway, I'll continue this one later. Lunch is now.

2007-11-17T14:51:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was the last day of school. If you've spoken to me in the last few days, you'd know that I was actually looking forward to the end of the school year. And I was. But then when the day came, I got really, really melancholy. It was a great last day. One I will probably never forget. All those crazy roller coaster moments we've had seem so....distant. And looking back on them, it feels like they're just too far away to care about anymore.

I don't know where my camera's disappeared to. I had it in the bus, so HOPEFULLY it's there. Will post 2M pics later. I just realized that I didn't get any pictures with Giselle or Cait. Chi-E was passing by after school and i just managed to take one with her. Although the light was just really bad.

Didn't have assembly today, instead had a prize giving session huddled in the shaded parking lot. 2M has done me proud! Love you guys. NOBODY SEEMS TO BELIEVE ME when I say that.

I don't wanna be reshuffled all over again.
DON'T LIE LAA. We all know you hate this class!
No I DON'T.
Yes, you do. You're always so ALONE.
My FOOT lah!
And we all know that the only reason you're enjoying yourself here is because of ME.
-Jen, Xian Yang and I.

Hahaha. And Xian Yang cut his hair again! Xia and I gave him a nickname. A nickname he's less-than-proud-of. And I won't write it here because if anybody started calling him that he'd KILL me. So just ask me if you want to irritate him to no end.

Got the cheapest prizes laa. A yellow TOWEL and a MUG. And I got another towel for being a monitor for a year. Xian Yang and Jen started whacking Yean Nick with the wrapped towel, until the paper slipped off.

Oh. Whose towel is it?
Mine.
Omg, REALLY??
Sorry! Lemme put it back for you.

And then, when we're all back in class, Jen wipes his face with it. Complete with sweat and all. Tried to convince Joshua that I didn't want the towel anymore, but he wouldn't listen. In the end the poor yellow towel had been thrown on the floor, stepped on, used to wipe the windows, and everything else your average yellow towel has to go through.

I can safely say that I'm going to miss school. Six weeks is too long. Holidays used to last a whole 2 months, remember?

Let's SEE. What to blog about?

C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
DHIV!
anisha says:
come baaaaaack
C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
BLARDY HELL COME BACK LA.
anisha says:
HAHAHAHA.

anisha says:
im running outta shamPOO
cait. fallible in its emptiness. says:
..
anisha says:
i AM.
anisha says:
world crisis here!!!!
cait. fallible in its emptiness. says:
i haven't had conditioner for over two weeks. O.O
cait. fallible in its emptiness. says:
hahaha.

C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
RAWR
C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
NEESH.
C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
i feel disturbed.
anisha says:
whyy?
C h i - E snap . cackle . pop says:
i dunnoo..

Okaay then. I'm BORED. I'm definitely going to miss school. I think I've lost the school tie. I think I vaguley remember chucking it to the back of my wardrobe, but I don't know where it's gone now. And my mom says I need new uniforms.

LOOK at your uniform. There's a yellow spot on the sleeve! And ink blots all down the back!

Chi-E's sleepover is next week! Can't wait. I remember it was only after MY first actual sleepover that I got this blog. And I think the skin was called.. 'Thisaway Rose'? I think I'll change this skin next year. Or maybe, when I've had this skin a year.

2007-11-14T16:06:00.000+08:00

I didn't go to school today! And neither did Giselle or Cait. It was a half-day anyway, and the day ahead sounded like it would've been BORING anyway, so I didn't see the point of going. I love staying home! The house feels like it's all MINE and I can do whatever I want in it.

Not like that's ever going to happen, but so what?

Anyway, the class party was on Monday. Felt really bad because it was pretty much all MY FAULT that Madam Cecilia got so pissed at us till she didn't want to attend the party until later to make sure we cleaned up properly. Sorry, guys. Call me irresponsible. I was SUPPOSED to make invitations, SUPPOSED to ask someone to get a tablecloth. Finally the last straw was when madam was arranging the food at one end of the classroom. Apparently she'd asked some other students to arrange the food on the teachers' table at the opposite end. But nobody heard...??

Yeah well. Basically the whole mood wasn't there, because we'd all gotten into trouble earlier on.

Your class is like so quiet, mine is WILD.
Yes, that's because they all ot a good scolding from me just now.
-Mdm Loges and Mdm Cecilia.

The atmosphere at this year's class party was just so tense. And nobody was having fun. Until maybe later. Did I mention that we had more dessert than anything else? Marble cheesecake, 3 walnut cakes, cookies, muffins, cupcakes, marshmallows (with chocolate sauce), and much more. And the actual main course was just pasta and nasi lemak from Jimmy. But we had loads of other side stuff too. And in the end, at around 10.50, Chris ran into class holding six boxes of Pizza Hut. When the party was all over, and we'd cleaned up as well as possible. And by the way, Mdm Cecilia attended the party 15 minutes after she'd stormed out.

Lots of people were taking pics, but I hadn't brought my camera! Will bring it on Friday. I'm actually looking forward to the end of the school year, it hasn't exactly been great, has it? It's been OKAY. But...like what Sam said: the bad times just outnumber the good ones.

contradictory.

2007-11-10T11:57:00.000+08:00

Happy D-Day, Giselle, Dhivya, Cait and Chi-E

~9 November 2007~

One more thing..

2007-11-09T17:58:00.000+08:00

By the way. 2M won the cooking contest!!
Our chicken curry rocked, I tell you. It was Madam Cecilia's recipe. And in passing, Madam Anne and Mr Naresh had a stir. I dunno why, they seemed enthralled with the whole thing.
While I was slaving over the pot of chicken curry, stirring like some housewife trying to get food ready for an open house of 100 people, I actually burned my knees a bit!! HAHAHA. Not badly, they just got a little steamed.

But I DID burn three of my fingers.

Shameer! Take the bricks now and go. (the bricks used to hold the pots in place)
I dowan la sir...
Take laa! Faster, must clean up now!
I dowan..make Anisha do!
-Mr Naresh and Shameer.

After which I picked up a brick, only to drop it real quick. Why, you ask? Because it's freaking hot and I burned a few fingers. After hopping around madly for a while, I put my hand into Shi Khai's bag of ice cubes.

You look like you're panicking.
What, why?
You look like you're rushing.
-Alex and yours truly.

Those two seriously tasting ar? Look at them taste that chicken. Like it'll explode or what.
-Mr Jeya Gobi.

And 2M also won the drama antologi thing! Congratulations, people.

disaster.

2007-11-09T17:20:00.000+08:00

Omg. Well that was a disaster. Remind me never again to post pics on this blog. It looks so messy!
To make up for my last post...

Life sucks. Right?
Mm hmm.
But there's always someone who makes everything better.
-Yu Ken, Clement and I.

Maybe he's emotionally constipated.
-Cait.

I hate taugeh.
GASP. I love taugeh!
I hate taufu too.
GASP. Whyy??
-Cait, Jun Shern and me.

Life without passion is unforgivable.
-my sister. (she got that from Sean John!!)

You rock me like a hurricane. (so LAME lah.)
Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin is a pleasure.
Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Sorry for all the randomosity.

the trip!

2007-10-30T22:31:00.000+08:00

bukit tinggi =)

the yam seng group, take 2.

from the top of the tower.

the top of the tower! Li Sheng, Raj, Foo, Ravi, Amanda, Aaron, Joshua, Ong Carbon (haha), me, Amanda, and Sam.

I have decided to blog about the trip. Because I had a lot of fun. It was definitely a good distraction, and then I returned with a heavy heart, ready to face the DIRE consequences of escaping from school for a while.

Drama queen, much? HAHA.
Yes well. I shall START now.

So I left the house at 6.15 am, because my dad wanted to have breakfast with me. Basically, it didn't make much difference to my sleep, because the bus comes at this time every day anyway. So we drove to Sentul, and had a nice chat with Dad about Life and its many curiosities.

OMG, what the hell am I talking about???

Okay, I just spoke to dad about random stuff. Haha. Anyway, we got to his favourite Indian restaurant (you know those coffee shops where they sell thosai and curry really early in the mornings? yup.), but it turned out that practically no shop opens at 6.30 am. You'd think we knew that, right? But apparently not.

Anyway. So I ended up having a hot Milo at a small place down a dark alley while my dad had breakfast. So we reached school at about 7, and I waited with Suan Yean and Foo and Sam and Beii.

So yours truly was not in a very good mood all morning (PMS, I promise you!) so I basically bored poor Suan Yean to death in the bus. Sorry, Suan.

So first stop was the mushroom farm. They grew mushrooms from spores out of SAWDUST. Incredible, isn't it? Some people wanted to buy some mushrooms, but apprently they'd run out. =.=

Then we went to the peanut factory. The minute you get there the first thing you see is a huge area of orange material covered in billions of peanuts. BILLIONS. Bought packets of Shandong (??) and drove once again to the taufu factory.

Did I mention that our tour guide was playing the Phantom of the Opera in the bus DVD player?And he gave us a great commentary on practically every scene in the film.

This is the most romantic scene! Oh, this part is very SCARY. I love the Phantom. He loves Christine so MUCH, especially here!

Sigh. And he knew the all the lyrics to every single song. And he loves Britney Spears too!

Anyway. Sam is incredibly spiteful. She LOATHES Raoul.

He's looks like a GIRL. Erik is SO MUCH BETTER LOOKING!! Raoul is such a cissy la wei. Right, madam? He's so annoying! So desperate!!

Sheesh, woman. Give the guy a break. Anyway, then we went for lunch at this great Chinese restaurant. We got EIGHT dishes!! Watercress soup, sweet and sour chicken, steamed fish, taufu, vegetables, and lots of other stuff I can't remember, but tasted awesome.

(I'm writing this on the 7th of November, by they way. I know it's a bit late, but I don't care.)

So THEN we went to an ice cream shop! Not a parlour, exactly, but a shop. Had to wait ages for a seat. They gave us this ice kacang/rojak/ice cream thingamabob. And it was surprisingly good! Apparently Bentong is famous for that stuff. Who knew? They make the ice cream themselves! The vanilla was divine, I tell you.

By this time everybody was sleepy, and then we drove to Bukit Tinggi. Which was beautiful. I shall now continue this story in pics.

The entrance to Colmar Tropicale, Bukit Tinggi. The minute I got off the bus I decided that I'm going to LIVE here. =]

All in all, I had a great time. Haven't had so much fun on a school trip since... last year's Lidra trip! Shows how much I love being in Lidra.

Then at home I got all pissed off. And refused to reply people's messages. And yeah.

the yam seng group~

advice.

2007-10-27T22:41:00.000+08:00

Samantha Quek (my BM partner forever) gave me some advice that I loved, and I think everyone else will as well:

"Think of it as a rain cloud, and that's your problem. But then the rain will fall, and the problem gets washed away. Then the rainbow will surely be there, and it'll all be fine again."

normalcy?

2007-10-27T13:16:00.000+08:00

I think I've lost my mind at some point.
No, just kidding.
I'm still angry.
But I'm not moody OR upset anymore! Improvement on my part, isn't it?
Still a tiny bit frustrated though.
But okay. Quite okay, actually.

I hate drama. Why can't our lives be drama-less?
Oh wait, NO. I don't want my life to be dramaless! Just imagine if it was. Where would we get our gossip?

"What is love?"
"Loss of valuable energy."

HAHA. I find that so true.

"Take the pain out of loving, and love won't exist."
"Love is the closest thing we have to magic."
"Maybe you'll be okay, but what about ME?"

"I was crying when I met you, now I'm trying to forget you."

Aerosmith and Bon Jovi are my endorphins.

o.o

2007-10-27T12:53:00.000+08:00

Mm. I promised to dedicate this post to two very special people who were there for me when I needed them on Friday, for reasons I shall not mention.

Both have lots in common. Both know how to make me feel better without saying a single word. Both know exactly what to say and when to say it. Both make me do things I should, but really don't want to. Both refuse to let me be stubborn and hide when I don't want to face the world. Both encourage me to go ahead when I don't feel like it, and both know exactly when to give me a break when I really need one.

Both make the lamest jokes (the ones that are so lame they make you laugh) and both are extremely confusing. One is motivated by love and happiness, the other is just motivated MOTIVATED. One loves lavender, the other lime green. One gets depressed without any reason at all, the other gets intensely depressed when there's a reason to. But more intense than the former.

Both are unique. Both are similar.

I think everyone knows who they are. So I won't say anything more.

no comment.

2007-10-26T22:39:00.000+08:00

Please don't scroll down. Because the post underneath this one is full of my endless ranting. I'm sorry, I'm not going to rant anymore.

Anyway, on Thursday I went on a trip to Bukit Tinggi, and a mushroom, peanut and taufu factory. And I don't think I'll write anymore about that because since I am in such a bad mood, I wouldn't be able to do it justice. Especially the kind of justice that trip deserves, because I had a lot of fun.

Now I don't know what to do. I don't know whether to go to bed, because I'm still hoping. I don't know whether to stay up. Or...................oh screw.

SCREAM!!!!

stab stab kill.

2007-10-26T22:14:00.000+08:00

I am extremely FRUSTRATED.
And terribly UPSET.
And so horrifyingly MOODY.
And so full of ANGER I could just BLOW UP.

It makes me want to cry.

Today I had the FOULEST day ever. Chased my best friend all over school (avoiding me like crazy) just so I could tell him how frustrated I was. Called him a hypocrite then felt like crawling under a rock and DYING. Had a huge number of awkward, angry silences, and even angrier conversation. Conversation that revolved around how angry I was.

And really, I WAS angry.

Angry at absolutely everything. Loads of people got into trouble with Madam Cecilia in the morning for:

a. not telling her we were all going on the Lidra/Chess Club trip.
b. having loads of groups with six and four people for the pertandingan mereka cipta thingy and leaving other people out.
c. for being 'click-ish' and 'clan-ish'.

SIGH. She made us rearrange ourselves, and I got out of my group to make a new one with the people who didn't have a group. Then madam said she was canceling the original cooking competition group and making US the new one.

So now I'm going to have to cook rice, chicken curry and vegetables with FIREWOOD.

I absolutely hate today. I still want to crawl under a rock and hide from it all.

I need a break. From everything. Or basically, someone. And something.
I am so hostile right now. Please don't come near me, I'm afraid I'll say something terribly mean. Because that's what I feel like doing right now. I want to SCREAM.

I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know HOW I'm going to work this out. So it seems like a tiny problem to you? Then it means you're back to normal. Because it's a BIG DEAL to ME.

I am more depressed than angry, actually. Hard to believe, isn't it? But yeah.

More list additions!

2007-10-20T22:15:00.000+08:00

Forgot to add some stuff from me and Cait's list of msn/sms language we can't stand. This was taken from Cait's blog!

'2molo': Omg, hate this one. Thankfully no one I know uses it anymore.
smileys with noses. HAHA. :-)

"When I'm wrong about someone, I'm really, really wrong."

2007-10-20T21:17:00.000+08:00

I had fun today.

Mom woke us up at around 8.30 and I lay in bed, trying to go back to sleep while my sister took a shower.

Omg, how irrelevant.

ANYWAY. My mom had been planning to take us to some lady's luncheon/tea party at 2.30. I didn't want to go, despite my mom saying:

"The house is GORGEOUS. It's like...have you seen the movie 'Dallas'?" "Erm, NO."
"She has a POOL! And you could go and swim!"
"One of the guests is bringing her handsome grandson!"

And I glowered at her, saying I couldn't care less if Brad Pitt was there.

Well, maybe that last part wasn't 100% true.

Anyway, it sounded boring, so I clearly didn't want to waste my time going. But my mother dragged me along, and I was literally fuming in the car. Managed to contain the anger, though. Thank God.

So we drove and we drove, until we reached a road that suddenly said it was the route to Kuala Selangor. We were already in the kampung area of Selangor, so yeah. The lady's house was in Kampung Kubu Gajah. Why would a person choose to build a gorgeous mansion with a pool in the middle of a kampung? Yeah well, I didn't know either.

So we turned and I saw it. The House. It was a cream colour, but the walls were sort of designed differently, like with swirls of cream. The guardhouse was made in the same way. The courtyard (not a GARDEN, mind you) was huge, with a white fountain in the middle. My first impression was that house from Madeline, on TV. Only because of the fountain.

Then we turned in again, and drove past the side of the house, and reached the backyard (again, a paved courtyard with grass growing out). We passed the turquoise-tiled pools (yes, there were TWO!!) and parked in the garage built for 25 cars. Saw a separate, two-storey terrace house built in the exact same way as the mansion (with a dark brow roof) which was the maid's quarters. One maid, by the way.

Then we walked up the garden- coconut trees and all. And we realized that the backyard stretched long until it reached a tennis court.

Walked past the pool, and went in through the back door. Once you walk in, the first thing you see is the glass on your right and the lack of a wall in front of you to separate the kitchen and one of the many living rooms these people have. You see the suspended wooden cupboards, and the counter top, and old-fashioned decor straight from out of a candy store. Look to your left and you see a room with a beautiful stained glass wall. Open the sliding glass door, walk down two steps and you'll see their flat screen TV and two huge cream sofas.

Then, we went into the kitchen. Again we noticed the lack of a wall. Right behind this kitchen was a garden. Yes, a GARDEN. complete with a stream lined with rocks running through it, with a pond at the end for their tortoise. The garden is seriously exotic, with bougainvillea and trees and flowers galore.

Then we walked further on, and we were shown our temporary bedroom for the day, and our bathroom, where we were given two fluffy towels to dry off after our swim.

Continuing on the, erm, journey, we saw their sitting room, and the other two living rooms. Tables had already been erected, and the TV was tuned to the radio channel. Then we turned around the spiral wooden staircase (the one I know Dhivya would have loved, remember the ones we saw on the billboard, without railings??) that led upstairs. What I loved about the house was the fact that it was different, there was no ceiling (look up and you see a high roof) and there were walls of frosted glass. The sitting rooms and living rooms were decorated with the comfiest sofas, and these gorgeous Venetian paintings.

I didn't say a WORD throughout our tour, I couldn't speak.

Then we hear someone speak.

"Jayanthi??"

"Shaheeda! How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine, thank you dear. Meet my grandson, his name is (mutters something indistinguishable)."

"Oh yes, these are my daughters. Say hello, girls!"

And the tall guy introduces himself as Abid. And by this time, my sister is swooning. Haha. I didn't see what the big deal was until he smiled. =] Can you blame ME?? He was just too good looking. Not hot, but just good looking in that strange McDreamy from Grey's Anatomy way. And yeah, I was done for.

So the guy was incredibly nice. Nineteen, by the way. And I didn't believe he was real until I saw the braces. Which PROVED he was human. =D

The only thing you could say about him was "Oh. My. God."

And my friends can tell you that I'm not usually the kind of person who's like, THIS. But THIS was an exception. =)

Anyway, back to more important things. Explored the house a little bit. The lady had a huge wooden Monopoly set with a drawer to keep all the Monopoly stuff. I swear the hotels were gold.

Then went for a swim. Swam a while but then it started to rain. =[ So it rained and rained heavier, and I continued swimming. Swimming in the pouring rain, when there's a thunderstorm going, is absolute fun. Feels like you're drowning, but not as scary. Hee hee.

Then had a freezing cold shower (the heater was broken) and nearly froze my fingers off in the room. Then got some food, and spotted poor McDreamy sitting at a table surrounded by old, stuffy women. Felt utterly sorry for him. He looked so bored. Ha ha!

So in the end I enjoyed myself thoroughly. And I still don't know why that house is there. But yeah, it was gorgeous.

Oh, and did I mention that I went shopping again on Wednesday? Hahahahas. This time tried Bangsar Village 2. Which is cool, yet terribly out of my budget. Which was sad, but didn't bother me so much because then we went to good old 1 Utama. My home away from home. Went to Padini for the first time and bought stuff! I won't tell you what else I bought, you'd probably think, 'She's freaking lost her mind!'. I'll give you a hint though.

It has heels.

HAHAHA.

Just kidding lah. Bought more clothes! =D

Nocturnal?

2007-10-20T00:00:00.000+08:00

I am at home, waiting for my dad to come home so I can open the door for him since he forgot his keys.

I'm scared! I've heard weird noises all night, and it's 12.02 am right now. The person I was attempting to talk to refused to talk to me in sentences that were actually non-monotonous. And then I eventually gave up trying to talk to him because he wouldn't tell me what was going on, and he was only speaking in monosyllabic sentences anyway.

Anyway, since I was bored beyond belief, I decided to talk to Prthiv. Then I heard all sorts of creepy clunks and thunks and clangs.

Girl, charming but insane. says:
i feel like i'm being watched.
Girl, charming but insane. says:
omg omg omg
chunky munky10102007 says:
whoa
Girl, charming but insane. says:
PRTHIV THERE ARE NOISES
Girl, charming but insane. says:
crap wei i'm SCARED
chunky munky10102007 says:
ok nisha
Girl, charming but insane. says:
im freaking out here!
chunky munky10102007 says:
if theres anythin scary happenin say something so i know if u need help
chunky munky10102007 says:
then i'll call police.

Girl, charming but insane. says:
STOP IT PRTHIV you're scaring me!
chunky munky10102007 says:
got it
Girl, charming but insane. says:
omg.
chunky munky10102007 says:
so if anythin happens say something like
chunky munky10102007 says:
spraycheese!!
Girl, charming but insane. says:
do you seriously think
Girl, charming but insane. says:
i'll have time to type spraycheese if ..omg i cant say it
chunky munky10102007 says:
ok then
Girl, charming but insane. says:
OMG
Girl, charming but insane. says:
prthiv! there was a LOUD noise.
chunky munky10102007 says:
anisha
chunky munky10102007 says:
lock your door.
chunky munky10102007 says:
NOW!!

Oh gosh. That guy knows how to make me laugh. But he's seriously freaky sometimes. You'd think he'd be kidding about something then it turns out he's dead serious.

the truth about Fridays.

2007-10-19T21:35:00.000+08:00

Why is this post called that again?

Oh well, screw it. I'm extremely disappointed with this year's post-exam activities. They're the most boring crap ever. Now I'm stuck in the debate. JOY.

And there's all sorts of stupid stuff, like drama (BM KOMSAS), mereka cipta, etc. I think the worst one I'd have to join would have to be the drawing contest. I don't see the point in making us ALL draw when we have the most talented artists in our form anyway.

I mean, have you SEEN Aaron's hamsters? He did a whole hamster picture of 1L last year, and stuck it on the door. Everyone had their own hamsters, designed to look like themselves. And maybe they didn't look much like us, but they still rocked.

And what about Sammie's Tea Cosy and Tea Cosy: The Revised Edition?? HELLO? Okay, none of you will probably know what I'm talking about. Unless of course you've seen my BM workbook.

And Rowena drew this really awesome fairy for my birthday. And it was beautiful. =]

But really, I can't draw for nuts. I never have been able to draw.

Anyway, back to the subject. Hopefully we won't be disappointed. Fingers crossed.

Anyway, since Giselle's on holiday and Dhivya wasn't in school today, it was just Cait and I. Talked all day about sms/msn language we can't stand. Here's my list:

rofl: roll on the floor and laugh.
LOL.
tok: instead of 'talk'.
wan: 'want' without a 't'.
brb: well, this is alright. Except when people say they'll come back, but don't! THAT'S annoying.
wif: AAAARGH. One of the worst.
sowie.
burpdae/burfdae: Omg.
gud: instead of 'good'

HAHA. I know, I know, it's so picky. But I can't help it. I used to write stuff like 'eu' instead of 'you'!!! Omg, THAT was embarrassing, especially when I look back at it. No offence to all those people who say that!

Anyway. Also spent most of the day talking to June and Amanda. I've realized that I LOVE talking to those two! About anything- we were talking non stop about our friends, manga, movies, etc. And Madam Cecilia was like, "Amanda! Must you talk to Anisha at this very moment? What can be more important than the post exam activities??"

A whole lot.

And we had a free period during Sejarah, because Cik Santha had a meeting. And as usual, Ivan ran into 2M and started attacking Jen.

Ivan trips Jen ---> Ivan climbs on top of Jen (until he's practically suffocating on the floor)---> Joshua jumps onto them both. And Chris is getting ready to cannonball onto the heap that is poor screaming Jen.

I think my sense of humour's coming back. Normally I'd start freaking out and practically screaming my lungs out at them all. But not today! Today I was strangely light-headed. Felt like I was missing something though.

But I got over it.

Too late to apologize.

2007-10-18T21:39:00.000+08:00

For those of you who actually noticed my the fact that I wasn't at school today (or did notice, but don't care) I had a sore throat and a cough. This is how I've been referring to it:

"I have a sore throat, cough."

With a comma instead of an 'and'. But who cares? An annoying habit of mine is my tendency to correct everybody's grammar, EVEN if mine sucks as well. One day Cait, Dhivya and I were sitting at a table eating lunch and THIS is what happened:

If there was one thing you could change about me, what would it be?
*not telling YOU!*
What, REALLY??
Yup, really.

What about me?
Nothing.
I hate the way you always correct my grammar!! Makes me feel so dumb.

Ha ha ha ha.

and boredom kicks in.

2007-10-16T17:59:00.000+08:00

I'm bored. Very bored. So bored.

I TRIED to do that wretched Sejarah project. I sat in front of the computer, and looked up Tun Dr Mahathir on Google, followed a site to Wikipedia in BM. He used to sell cendol. Cool eh?

I dunno what to DO.

I am BOREEED.

I'm so hollow, baby- I'm so HOLLOW.
Did I disappoint you? Or let you down?

Shopaholic.

2007-10-15T17:06:00.000+08:00

Yes, I am officially a self-confessed shopaholic.

And I have proof! Yesterday we went to Pavilion in KL at around 11 am. And you know what time we left?? 8 pm.

And I absolutely love Pavilion. It's the swankiest mall I've ever been to. And you know that feeling you get when you're in a beautiful mall, and you just have an uncontrollable urge to literally shop till you drop??

Pavilion gave me that feeling.

I looked around and decided that today would be MY shopping day. I haven't been on a real shopping day in AGES, so I thought I'd treat myself to some real FUN.

And boy, did I have fun!

We got there and went SHOE SHOPPING!! And all my friends know that I haven't been able to shoe-shop in a long time. Too long a time. And I really, REALLY needed some shoes. So, this shoe-deprived girl bought FIVE pairs of the most beyootiful shoes you have ever seen.

And I officially have favourite shoe brands! Sembonia! Balenciaga! Lewre!

Anyway. Got shoes. Before you turn away in disgust bear in mind that my mother and I actually bought them to share. Yes, we actually managed to find some pairs that work well for our size 8 and 9 feet. And yes, mine are the size 9.

Hey, when you have tiny feet, those shoes wouldn't look good on them.

Anyway, I've come to the conclusion that only in Pavilion (where we went to Parkson and got Lewre shoes, then went to Sembonia and Balenciaga) can I get shoes my size.

And believe me, the interior of this place is fabulous. It's modern, and very easy to move around in. Hee hee.

Anyway, then we went to Madam Kwan's for lunch. All the restaurants (including Tony Roma's and Ichiban Boshi) were on one floor. Couldn't decide between Madam Kwan's or Tony Roma's at first. But then the queues outside the restaurant were miles long. Well, maybe not miles long, but still pretty long. Long enough that you had to wait an hour to get a place in Tony Roma's.

I think I saw Jia Jiet at Pavilion! Outside J.Co Donuts (go go go! these donuts put Dunkin' Donuts to SHAME, I tell you.).

My dad looked ultra bored, so we sent him home in a taxi. Then continued shopping! Mom went to Bobbi Brown, and I went to Nine West to look at more shoes (I was on a roll) but then I saw the prettiest black bag ever.

(you might think I'd gone irreparably crazy at this point. Looking back on all this, I think I did too.)

Anyway, I fell in love with the Nine West shiny black bag. But my mom said I should look around, and not 'rush into buying something I might not use'. But we DID look around, and I found nothing. So our last stop was Nine West, where I got that beautiful black bag.

With my OWN cash.

Anyway, went to Times and got a few books for the holidays. Or at least, those days when I won't have anything else to do than curl up on my bed and read till my eyes are sore.

Anyway, then my mom and my sister lined up outside J.Co Donuts for like, half an hour while I waited with our gazillion bags. That shop's been packed since we got there.

Anyway, go try the Oreo donuts, and the sugar-glazed ones. And my favourite was a donut with peanut butter inside and sugar-glazed on top. Sounds disgusting, but trust me, they're divine.

So I think I bought a million other things, earrings, a notebook, a necklace, etc. Mostly spent nine hours trying on shoes.

Today we went to the Gardens at Mid Valley. Major disappointment. I don't know, but the shopping urge just wasn't there. Only got there at about 1 pm this time, then had lunch at Chinoz. Then went to Robinsons (another huge, overpriced department store) and tried to buy something, but we just couldn't. It just wasn't FUN.

The only person who actually shopped was my sister.

You're not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you, Dhanyia?
What drawer?

Don't ask stupid questions, Dhanyia.
Well, mommy, you're not exactly the sweetest lollipop in the sweetshop now, are you?
-my mom and my sister.

This just sent me into hysterics. Laughed till my ribs hurt.

Day Two.

2007-10-13T14:41:00.000+08:00

After reading everybody's blogs I feel strangely motivated to update again! And I have a duty to my blog- and that is to make sure it's updated. Ooh, just heard a thunderbolt outside. Watched Scary Movie 4 yesterday. It's so STUPID, my gosh. Horror-humour-War of the Worlds utter GARBAGE. I liked the part where the blonde girl and the Japanese ghost were talking in random Japanese.

Hiroshima Yokohama!
Jujitsu samurai?
something something sashimi!

SIIGH. So lame man. Watched this while texting yu ken. That guy is so full of himself! And the jokes he makes about himself are worse than Dhivya's. HEE HEE. Just kidding, Dhivya!!

Just had lunch. I'm in a good mood. What was I going to blog about? I can't remember.

Go watch The Lake House.
Go watch, go watch!

We were supposed to go to Malacca this Raya holidays. But we decided not to, and stay home in good old KL just for the fun of it. I love KL. I mean, it's a great place to live, ain't it? You can find anything in the polluted streets of KL. The streets we call home! KL- it ain't perfect, but it's home.

Haha. I just realized that I haven't been to ANY islands in the West of Malaysia! Or Kelantan, or Terengganu, or Johor!

Sometimes some people know me too well. It's like, they know exactly what I'm going to say, or what would make me angry, or what would make me smile. Sometimes this means I'm too predictable. But it's a nice feeling all the same. Sometimes I don't know myself. Haha.

We've been so long waiting
For the all-time high.

Coming Around Again by Simon Webbe. I like this song.
I want to go to a bookstore.
I like reading sad books about pain, and love.

In Taman Negara I was reading a book about craniopagus twins. It was like an autobiography of the oldest surviving craniopagus twins in history who have a brain aneurysm and they're going to die. And it's so sad. I actually started to cry. I never cry, even if I'm reading the saddest book ever.

The first ever book I've cried while reading is Where Rainbows End by Cecelia Ahern.
Rosie and Alex NEVER get their chance to be together!
It's always Rosie getting married when Alex gets divorced.
I love Alex.

Cait asked me if I've ever fallen in love with a fictional character, and I said no. I don't think I fell in LOVE with Alex, but he is my favourite guy. Or maybe not. My favourite FICTIONAL guy, maybe. Not my favourite real guy.

LOTS of different things.

2007-10-11T17:17:00.000+08:00

Yes, I know, I know I haven't been blogging. I know I didn't even blog about my birthday/anybody else's. I know I didn't blog about the monitors-Madam Stanley saga. I know I haven't blogged in over a MONTH. And I know Dhivya's probably rolling her eyes at me right now, and so is Giselle. And I know Xia will be cursing now, sick of my Merdeka post.

So first things first:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALL SEPTEMBER AND OCTOBER BABIES!

Crystal's birthday is coming up. My mom's birthday is tomorrow.

And today was the LAST DAY of those wretched exams! KH and Maths. There were loads of First Timers during these exams.

First Timers

~FIRST time Anisha painted the WHOLE art block sheet for the art exam.

~FIRST time Anisha managed to fill up the KH subjective section (even though it was probably sheer crap).

~First time I managed to finish my Maths paper. Which, to me, is a major accomplishment.

~and..first time i'm probably going to fail science and sejarah.

Oh well. It's all over now, so I don't really mind. Frankly I think I don't care about a lot of things right now. I don't know why, but I just don't care. A lot of stuff is going on right now. I'm unsure as to whether to take them all seriously or take one day at a time.

I don't think I'll be taking them seriously.

Anyway. I want to say thank you to EVERYONE who made my birthday one of the most memorable ones of my life. Thank you so much for making the 14th of September (SEE! It wasn't even my birthday>) a great day for me. You know who you are. To all those who care, thank you for being there.

That rhymes.

And all the while I'm preparing for the Lidra debate (we totally kicked ass. And apparently the Form Ones call us the Super Group. Can you imagine that?! I couldn't. Still can't. Weird, but nice to know though! hee hee.), nervous as hell because I haven't debated in a year. But we still rocked. You should have seen Giselle and Kar Jin!! Giselle got so ANNOYED at one point, and all hell practically broke loose. And Kar Jin was calm and collected, always polite. That guy is too soft, I tell you. Just kidding, Kar Jin.

All in all, I had a great birthday. Came home, and counted down the seconds to my birthday! Then my mom cut the fruit cake my aunt had sent. And I went upstairs to see four missed calls and twelve birthday messages.

So annoying la you. Wanna call oso never pick up!

Hahaha. Sorry sorry!

Anyways. Then on Saturday (my actual birthday) we went to 1U. Saw Hairspray! Which is pretty darn good. It's funny like crazy! And John Travolta stole the show, even as a fifty-year-old fat woman.

I still love John Travolta. If you haven't seen Grease, you've never seen a great musical.

Anyway. Went to the Old Town White Coffee place in 1U. I have a favourite waiter you know! It all started about a week before my birthday. This waiter was just exceptional. He's so good, you'd think he could do way better than work at a shopping mall. He belongs in a FIVE-STAR hotel, I tell you! You don't ever come across waiters or waitresses who are polite and pleasant and actually looking HAPPY to serve you nowadays, do you?

And this guy was pretty darn good.

Anyway. My dad gave me a phone- yes, finally I won't be too embarassed to use my phone in public. If you haven't seen it, lucky you.

Then we went out to dinner at Bulldog (one of my favourite restaurants) and waited patiently(or maybe not) for an HOUR for the food to come. It just so happened that there was a really good band performing. A rock band! I love rock. So my mom's friend Auntie Monica goes and talks to them, then comes back and says:

[whispers in my mom's ear] What's Anisha's favourite song??
Erm...I don't know, ask Dhanyia.
I don't know!!
OH, I KNOW!!
-mom, sister.

And yeah, i heard everything. hahahah. But the band did justice to my favourite song of all time, Always by Bon Jovi. And the singer was like, "We have a FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD birthday girl in the PUB..." yeesh.

Anyway. I had a really nice birthday. Thank you people!

I am currently writing this part on Friday, the 12th. Because I didn't manage to finish this post yesterday. Hahah. Did I mention that Giselle's going to India on Saturday?? I'm going to miss her, she'll only be back in the first week of November. She's going to see the Taj Mahal! Lucky girl.

They say you should see the Taj Mahal with the one you love.

Well then. I'm bored. I feel very melancholy right now. My mom says I'm full of adrenaline because the exams are all over. I'm just sleepy. Been going to sleep at 3 am every day. And I need sleep! If I don't sleep i stop being productive. Haha.

I wanted to write about something in here...here goes.

Do you know how we make time for the people we care about? Or, at least we think we make time for them. But when you realize that you're on the verge of losing them, you want to make time for them. And when you miss them, you make time for them. But then they would have moved on with their lives, and found someone else to care for.

So what do you do then? Move along??

I think that would be the best thing to do. It's hard but it may be the only way.

I feel like taking a cold pill. Throbbing headache. Stab stab kill.

Midnight

2007-08-31T13:17:00.000+08:00

Happy Merdeka!

Ahahas. I actually feel rather patriotic. I must admit that I love Malaysia. Even with its not-so-tiny flaws, what the heck- it's home.

And home is where the heart is, isn't it? I strongly believe in that saying, because I know it's true. My home is MINE, I like to think of it that way. My home is where I can feel free to be me, without worrying about what anybody else is going to think.

Went to Dataran Merdeka yesterday! Yes I did go to the parade. It was surprisingly enjoyable. I really don't know what to call it [I mean, what to call everything that happened there]. The lights and everything were just so beautiful.

Blogger isn't uploading my pics. Never mind, I'll try some other time. In the meantime, I'll just describe it all to you.

So we got there really, really early [by THERE I mean, the Royal Selangor Club at Dataran Merdeka] at 5 pm, and we saw everyone- technicians, organizing committees, police officers, soldiers, bomba- all setting up equipment at the Padang. There was this HUGE structure featuring the king and queen at one side of the field, and a wide screen showing these videos of past Merdeka celebrations and Tunku Abdul Rahman and yadda yadda yadda.

The Sultan Abdul Samad building was absolutely mind-blowing at night. It always is, actually, but tonight it was lit up extra gorgeous for the occasion. There was a sign made of gold lights on the building, at the bottom of the clock tower, saying 'MERDEKA'. There were big bleachers for VIPs and ambassadors in front of the building, with streamers everywhere. Nestle had this big tent put up, selling Milo and Nescafe cans and Hot Cups. If you bought a Milo or Nescafe can you got ONE green cardboard hand for Merdeka! Hahahahas.

The lighting was amazing. Really and truly! One building had this kaleidoscope of colours- pink, yellow, green, blue, orange-beamed on it, and a huge laser light fixed on top. Another one had this huge slideshow thing. I don't know how to describe it. But it had logos, colours, stars, snowflakes, the flag, past Merdekas, etc. Then, from one end of the street to the other was a HUGE banner-like thing made of blue lights, saying 'HARI KEMERDEKAAN 2007'. Then one building, directly behind a church, had a pictures of the past leaders and stuff. And the whole whitewashed church was covered in this red glow from the building.

So mostly we stayed at the Selangor Club and until around 7 pm, then we went out into the field. The Selangor Club had an official notice saying that there would be a power shut down from 11.30 pm-12.30 am that night for the celebrations outside.

Loads of speeches. Martial arts performances. Dances. Mawi sang a duet with someone else. But we basically just sat down on the grass and watched the huge flat screen they'd set up.

And then there was the countdown to midnight. So the countdown happened, then the Merdeka cheers, and then the SPEECHES. There were SO MANY SPEECHES! All lasting for about 20 minutes each. So we only got to see the fireworks at around 1 am.

But the fireworks were great. Although they only lasted 5 minutes. =(
Red, gold, purple, green, pink, and blue. The gold ones shot up into the sky like rockets.

Anyway. So that was nice, wasn't it?

I have a ton of homework for the weekend. Let's see, shall we?

~BM: Ringkasan.
~English: 1 composition. An essay ending with, "...and the colours of the Jalur Gemilang flashed before them."

And KGT.

And Friday is a holidaay. Yay.

birthdays.

2007-08-26T16:08:00.000+08:00

I've decided not to do anything for my birthday this year. Which is coming up pretty soon, anyway. I had the greatest party ever last year, so I don't think I'll do anything this year. Actually I'd made up my mind not do have a party a long time ago.

But there's definitely something for sweet sixteen.

I think I've lost the spirit of birthdays. I love seeing people really, really happy on their birthday- I remember Joey's birthday was really nice! Seeing the look on her face, the shock, the surprise- was really nice.

I've lost the birthday spirit.

Ahalya, Vrindha, Tijan, Imani and Cheryl had a surprise party for me once! AHAHAHA. I still remember that! Vrindha had just got back from a holiday in Australia, and guess what she got me?? A BOOMERANG! So cool.

I have a birthday list though! I KNOW someone's been visiting my blog, and telling my dad what I've been posting in here, but I don't care. It's not like it's inappropriate, isn't it? So if *you* see this, make sure you tell my parents:

Things I want:
a new handphone.
Bon Jovi's Lost Highway album.
a GUESS bag.

See?! A nice, short list. I've never really had long birthday lists.

World peace comes next though. That one's pretty big, isn't it?? ahaha.

My birthdays have always been special because of my family and my friends. I think this year, we'll just go out to dinner or something.
I just didn't feel like PLANNING a party. Too much work. Aahaha.

Taman Negara, oh Taman Negara.

2007-08-18T15:46:00.000+08:00

Let me just start off by saying that the trip to Taman Negara sucked beyond my wildest imagination. Yes, I had the crappiest time. I'll try and give you people a blow-by-blow, although I absolutely hate reliving the trip.

Anyway. We gathered at school by 7.30 am on Monday, attended a safety briefing and then boarded the bus. Sat next do Dhivya, with Quinnie and Mae Ling in the seats next to us. Yee Theng and Suan Yean were in front of us, and Sam and Kharenee in front of THEM. And we were all sharing food, even though the director of the whole camp banned snacks.

Oh well. PAAH to you.

Anyway. We arrived at the Persona Kuala Tahan Resort (which was NOT at Taman Negara itself, but across Sungai Tembeling) at around 4-ish. We'd stopped at a McDonald's near Genting on the way, but we didn't have much time to get anything. At least I didn't, anyway. And then we stopped at a hotel for a welcome drink thingy (20% coconut juice and 80% pineapple, i think.) and had lunch. Lunch was not bad, there was chicken soup, ulam, and erm...what else?? Ahaha, I can't remember! Oh well. So much for that, anyway.

I can't stop saying 'anyway'! It's like the universal word for absolutely anything! You can say 'anyway' for things like, "Anyway, I'm gonna go grocery shopping today." or "Anyway, I'm going to ram my head into a wall today." AHAHAS.

Well then. So after lunch, we descended this seriously steep slope, thinking we'd probably die of you know, rolling down the steep slope.

I'm going to skip all the irrelevant parts and go straight into the gory details of the hotel, and the trip. The hotel was terrible. I went around the whole resort just to look for a toilet that was remotely clean. Or at least a single toilet that didn't give off the impression that the women were peeing while standing, and the men not knowing how to aim. AHAHA.

Anyway, we had this exercise about throwing away your negative energy. The director guy (i DO know his name, I just don't like him very much) went around asking what our negative emotions were, and I said hatred and jealousy.

And do you know what the guy called me??
A ZOO. Yes, of all things, a zoo.

Oh WHATEVER.

And did I mention the Captain, Marshall, Legacy thing?? Basically, they're the three leaders in a team. The Captain is the one who organizes all the strategies, and writes everything down for his team. The Marshall is the person who makes sure his team members are all safe. And the Legacy is the one who goes first, the person who dies first to make sure his team doesn't make the same mistakes. They made me captain for one game, where we had to navigate members through coloured dots making sure they didn't step on a land mine. Cik Rafidah lost for our team! ahaha.

Then we were like, delayed by two whole hours when we finally decided to go for a night jungle walk. We assembled outside the hotel, and actually waited for it to get dark- waited for the vans to come and get us to the jetty where we were all supposed to meet again. That took like, half an hour. So then we had dinner at a floating restaurant. By this time I'd given up on the food, so yeah.

Then we walked into Taman Negara [to the recreational centre, methinks?] and watched a video about, well, Taman Negara.

Jun Shern! It's YOU!
Huh, WHAT? The caterpillar's damn cute man.
-Jun Shern and some random person.

So after THAT we headed off into the jungle. Sam was MY partner, and we are no wilderness junkies. Both of us were scared silly. Especially since it was around 9 pm at the time, and we were the last pair in our group of 8 pairs. Colin and Delvin refused to be behind us.

OMG, what was that??
What? WHAT?!
That!
I don't know! Whatever you do, don't turn around, Anisha!
-Sam and I.

And of course I turned around once or twice. It didn't make much of a difference, it was too dark to see anything anyway. So this walk thingy lasted about ten minutes, and we stopped at a watchtower. Where we saw deer!

Hahaha. Then we crossed the boat [only a few of us- as in a little group] and ended up on the other side of the river. We had to wait and wait and wait for the rest of the group, in the rain. And all of us are shivering. It's surprising how cold the rain can get. So then the rest of the group eventually comes, and we go up the stairs to wait for the vans, yet again. And we're waiting for the vans for like, 45 minutes, outside someone's house under the shade of their porch. I heard someone playing the piano from the inside!

So by the time we got back to the hotel, it was near midnight. And we were all exhausted. And we had to get a shower, so mostly we spent most of the next hour waiting for people to be done. Shared a bunk bed with Dhivya- she was sleeping on top. Honestly, the girl kept shaking! Sheesh.

So the next day, Delvin, Yagnesh and I went to the mini market for breakfast. I kid you not. Actually, Delvin chickened out, so it was just Yagnesh and I. Bought some stuff, then went back to sit outside the girls' dorms to share our food.

Then we had to build a raft! Some of us rescued Suan Yean from somewhere, then carried her back on a metal fence thingy. Then we had 'lunch in the jungle'! It was so COOL!! They put this big table, and the food on it, outside!! So cool.

Note the sarcasm.

Anyway. So the second day wasn't that bad. After our showers everyone went to the hotel restaurant place [you should have seen the flies. CRAZY.] and we put our feet up underneath us and started telling ghost stories. Sam looked absolutely tortured after mine! Waahah.

I shared a bunk bed with Sam on the second night. This time I was on top! Ha.

DAY THREE
It was fun-ish. We had the canopy walk, and then rapid shooting, and then we visited the Orang Asli settlement. Which was really fascinating, come to think of it.

Did you know that when a person in the tribe dies, they don't bury or cremate the body?
They actually hang it on a TREE.
And then the whole tribe moves away.
And here's how you work out which tribe you're in:
If you have curly hair, you join THAT tribe.
If you have straight hair, you join THIS tribe!

I found that so cool. But I felt like an intruder, I mean- they LIVE there. And we just traipsed in, staring at them like we were at a zoo.