Exams- Pass- DUBLIN

Arghh!! Finals!!!!!!! Next Week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Time to buck up..

  I'M GOING TO DUBLIN THIS YEAR!!!!!





&, will not re-sit any paper on August.....



I love Bear.

CHONG AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Merry Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year..

Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!!  Everybody's favourite festive season is here... Where Santa Claus and reindeers are still believed by kids all around the world..

Finally got a week off from lectures and tutorial.... but it doesn't mean that I can have a break.. because 2 weeks later is the semester final..... so basically.. this week off.. isn't jz a simple week off....more like a week of revision..

Anyway, I'm thankful enough to have this holiday because this time of the year is usually where all my family members come back and gather together to celebrate this event. Despite the religion difference in the family.. we still celebrate Christmas as a non-religious event.... So it's kinda cool in a way.. Bleh.. don wanna elaborate much...

but it still kinda suck because I have to be one week away from bear.... ahhh...

So, Merry Christmas to all... Away or at home... May the "force" be with you. ..... ahh..and a Happy New Year...

Love you Bear.

Just another routine.

I'm back in Ipoh for the weekend..

Not seeing my sis and family felt like weeks and weeks to me...

been in Penang for only 1 month.. but it felt like months and months to me...

Not updating this blog.. felt like years to me..

Not seeing my brother felt like a century to me...

Not seeing Bear.. felt like forever to me.. (excluding daily video calls)

Overall.. life is just ok.. great, good and bad..

Nothing much to talk about.. nothing much to share about..

because.. it's the same routine... I wake up. I go class. I come back. I napped. I eat. I study. I sleep.. (video calls are included, outings are occasionally)... take tat routine.. and X everyday.

That's what I've been doing ..

Groupmates are fine.. They're cool. except for 1 asshole in class .. fullstop. No elaboration needed..

Penang is still drowning with ambulance sounds, day and night. and midnight.....

not to mention, infested with noob stupid, brainless motorist and crazy drivers...

but beyond all that... it has THE BEST PENANG LAKSA THAT I'VE EVER TASTED... hell yeah.. it's so good that I had second round. no.. third actually. But I was too full to finish the third bowl.

So there.. a summary of one month.. in 10 minutes..

will update when necessary.


oh ya.

I still hate Penang.

P.s  I love you Bear.

Penang oh Penang......

TOMORROW... will be the 1st day of orientation..


TODAY.... is the 4th day I'm in Penang...

and I am not liking it...

Yeah well, it feels like I'm getting culture shock in my own country ... .. What the heck?!

Well, to sum it all up.. Penang.. is nothing. like Ipoh.

This whole island... is congested by everything with at least 2 wheels... Beca pun ada.....
It's like a mini Singapore... but way way way more disorganized..
The people are rude, impatient.. feel like shoving your fist down their throat everytime they speak...
Stupid drivers on the road, who shouldn't pass driving school...
Ridiculous motorist that zoom in and out, lawan arus, and still want to buka the big light... (hello brother, you're on my side of the road la, shine what shine.. You think I cannot shine?.. wait till I get a land rover and send you flying back home)

and I'm not gonna elaborate about the jam because I just did in the previous post...

And I find myself losing my temper more and more, day by day on the road..

1st day, I was cursing on the road,

2nd day, I was literally swearing... words that I've never heard before,


3rd day, I start giving the hand thing... not the finger but the hand...

Omg... I don't wanna be a  Penang-nites.... T_T.... I look like some pasar auntie selling fish......


THIS . MUST. NOT. GO ON....  Enough is enough....

I'm calm.... I'm serene........ I'm...... Jasmine...

I will not change myself for Penang, but I will change Penang for myself!! ( ok.. I was just joking about the last part)...

Anyway,  I'm orang Ipoh Mali.... I'M IPOHHHHH MALLLIII!!!! Not Penangnites...... So I'm going keep it that way.... Penang cannot! change me..

Yeah.. V^__^V

Why are we not moving?? Oh, traffic jam.. celaka.

I was supposed to be moving in TODAY..


but since Thursday is a holiday, so moving in on Thursday is much more convenient. Ok.. may be not .. I forgot about the terrible, horrible, hair-pulling, massively frustrating traffic jam in Penang..

You know, I'm just over exaggerating right?

But its true in a way, it's always jam in Penang.. ALWAYS..  plus the roads are very squeezy, and small.. of course la jam... One land rover can take up 2 lanes edi.. Now imagine one land rover breaking down in the middle of the road.. I tell you, the jam can pergi sampai the Juru tol gate area.. Seriously.... The island is WAY WAY WAY TOO overpopulated.. They trying to sink Penang like Atlantis izit??

So, Thursday is a holiday.. because the country finally declare Malaysia Day a holiday.. this year... I bet they got pressured so much by the people to make this day a holiday...  Well, I don't think this day will affect Penang... Who still want to balik kampung la??

Pergi satu hari, Jam satu hari... Then, say Hi & Bye, balik..  What's the damn point??  test driving the car on Penang bridge izit?

So maybe, the traffic won't be so so so freaking darn heavy... There will still be heavy traffic, but the road is mainly crowded by those overpopulated Penang people.

Stilll.... have to endure the jam... I hate traffic jam..

Why??
Because it consumes time, petrol, and your patience, and not to mention, being trapped for so long in the jam, can overheat you car you know..  That's why, everytime there's a jam, you can see one or two car by the road side with their front bonnet open... and few frustrated beings.. sometimes a bunch of frustrated families.. stranded at the road side..

Traffic jam... is not a good thing.

1 day of Pure Bad Luck

This was suppose to be on the 1st of September.. I know it's late, because I was occupied on the 1st and 2nd.. So, I'm re-writing this on the 3rd...

What Happened on the 1st day Of September..

(cue music.. jeng jeng jeng jeng)

A few coincidental things that weren't supposed to happen.. happened.... Just one very bad day for the whole family..

1st Bad Luck...(Entree)

The key, used to open the front door...

BROKE into half...

leaving the other half in the door lock.. (its still in the lock now.. ).. Everybody just had to pass through the back door for that day, until someone figured that they can unlock the front door from the OUTSIDE.

2nd Bad Luck (I think this was the Main course for the event)
Grandfather... got admitted to ICU... (He's ok now... He was in ICU for one day)
What happened was, he was bleeding.. from the anal.. There was a lot of blood on the floor, I can never forget what I saw that morning... From his lower back to his legs, was just covered in black liquid... and the smell of blood was just all over the house.. yeah..... but turns out... He's got ulcer in the stomach... Thank god .. *kisses the ground*

3rd Bad Luck..(Dessert)
My car window...

SHATTERED.. 

Just because I drove past a worker who was cutting grass at the time.. I think some stone got caught in the grass cutting thingy machine and so happen-ly to fly and landed on the passenger side window..
The worker just stood there.. dumbfounded.. didn't know what to do.. While I just stared at the window... with my mouth opened... I can even hear the sound of the window slowly cracking..  and
When I got out of the car, and closed the door.. The whole window came down..  Thank God.. it didn't hit the front window... 

4th Bad Luck ( Seriously, the day cannot get any worst)
The water pipe at home..

CAME OFF   (it just dropped off like that)

resulting an amount of water.... to shoot out... 


ALL of this.. happened within one day......

Bad luck or what?!

August, august, august.

I'm officially starting college on the 20th of September.. 

Damn long weh....

Ok maybe not that long, since it's raya week. Yeah well, I only raya for 3 days.. and that's it. The other days, I would just spend my time watching other family going here and there to all those rumah terbuka, raya filems on the tv, raya songs here there and everywhere, while my raya mood just said     

Bye bye, jumpa lagi tahun depan. 

Not a big deal anyway, at least once a year I get the malay feel and start singing raya songs to myself.

And after all that, I'll be moving in to my new apartment on 12th. Then all the cleaning and moving and buying start.. Does that mean I have to sleep there on my own, alone after 12th? (parents have to keep the money flowin ma)...

Oh shit. 

Housemates will only be moving in, around 15th.. so.. 2 nights on my own??!! I think I probably be sleeping with all the lights on.

See, August has not passed and I'm rambling about September already.

Well, August, August, August. 
August. has always been the scariest month in the year. Because according to the Chinese Calender, August. is not August, instead August is July, but they don't call July as July in the calender thus, it is called The Seventh Lunar Month... which is practically.. ----> Ghost Month...  The month, where you know you have bad luck or just no bad luck.

Because if you have bad luck, you see things that you don't want to see.. only on this month la. Because Hades is opening the hell gates, and all those hungry spirits will roam all the kaki lima in Malaysia, and China, and Singapore, and HongKong ? any countries which celebrates the Hungry Ghost Festival.

I think it's not considered a celebration, more like an obligation.to feed them.

Of course, not to mention stages will be raised and all the chinese opera crew will start dancing, singing.. some unknown ancient chinese songs, with very very very high deafening pitch. What to do? Ghosts happy, we also happy.  But apparently this year, I heard people want to add a modern twist into this tradition. Now, there are suggestion to improve the audience, by replacing the old to the young. With short skirts, body hugging/belly revealing outfits. The more skin the better la.. Accompanied by head banging modern songs, and hot sizzling hips swinging dances... I bet they will attract more ghosts.. male one perhaps.. What happen to the guys??? I don't see them suggesting them going topless??

But this month is different.. (or maybe it's not, because I only realised about it this year). Ghost month, is 1 day before Ramadhan.
So you have a bunch of hungry dead things roaming around at night, and a bunch of hungry people roaming around in the day.
Mostly, I will be thrilled when Ramadhan's here because this implies that Hari Raya is soon, and I get to balik kampung and makan my grandmama's rendang.....  I have to crave it for 1 year, so that when the time comes I will appreciate it.  and I get to wear baju kurung.. which is kinda lame excuse, but let me be happy with this fact, will ya?

But for the fasting part.... urgh.  Seriously. I want to fast.. but every year, it was always not counted. because I end up sleeping from morning till the time to break fast. I remembered some one told me to go eat in the toilet because I cannot be seen eating.... wth?

Oh ya, that reminds me of one incident. I remembered going to some movies with Veena.. I think we were watching "Heart" you know?? the indonesian love story film.. Yeah, and we enter the cinema with popcorns and coke. Large size some more. When the film start, you can hear the sound of popcorns being crack  between our teeth,  the sound of slurping a coke, and the smell of the caramel popcorn.. All of this, came from only us... Until halfway during the show, I suddenly realised it was Bulan Puasa. No wonder, all the malay people where staring at us...... but the show was nice..... and the song.. was to die for...

" Bila kita mencintai yang lain, 

mungkinkah hati ini akan tegar,

sebisa mungkin, tak akan pernah,

sayangku akan hilang........."

See, till now the lyrics is still stuck in my head..


Well, definitely it won't happened this year, because Miss Veena, is far away in Perth.... Boo hooo..

Books Vs Money..

I see my money in the bank is getting lesser....

Expenditure banyak, tapi no income masuk.. Die la macam ni....

This. Cannot. Go. On...

I need cash!!!


Not desperately needing... but yeah... I need some income into the bank... or I'll be broke before I even enter Uni.. and that will suck a whole lot worst than hell.


I'm deciding.. whether or not to sell all my novels that I have owned... since.. since.. ever.....
but... they're my babies.... I love them so much...... I can't bear to sell them to some unknown people.....

That's why... the decision.. is still ongoing....


Should I? or Should I Not?

That's the question.

I SCREAMMM!! for ice -cream.

I MADE GREEN TEA ICE CREAM!!!!!!!!! AHHRRRHHHHH!!! WAHAHAHA!!

yes... and it's edible too!


Well it's damn easy to make too.. To hell with all the articles about needing an ice cream maker..

HERE are all the instructions to make your very own home made GREEN TEA ICE CREAM!!.. without the haste of finding an ice cream maker... What the hell is an ice cream maker!?


Well, of course for those who usually bakes, cooks.. or just kitchen friendly... Making this ice cream is just like.. learning.. how to... Clap your hands... (I don't use the whistle example because I can't. )...

but for me.. It was kind of a tiring process.. because I'm not kitchen friendly.. as you can see the many attempts of me trying to bake or cook in previous post.  Either I break something, or something tries to break my patience.

So. Today's unfortunate event was.... I made a small mess in the kitchen.. because I forgot that I had left a teaspoon under the mixture, and it got stuck between the mixers... and..you get the picture right?

So there were bits on the floor..

then on the other end.. A few bits on the wall.. and the door..

Then it's on my shirt.... not to mention, my hair, and my face... 

Very small mess... but you see green mix everywhere.. . It's just like Spotting Hidden Mickey. Now you see it, now you don't. You look to your right, there you see it, on the fridge... You look to you left, another one, on the rice cooker.

Thank god, I'm doing it alone.. because I may look like an idiotic moron if I had a friend beside me..


I also have some difficulties in following instructions.. Come on, everyone does.. Do you seriously follow, like really follow, as in like  "Simon Says" follow, every single details on the instructions manual??? Seriously??

So it wouldn't hurt to put more green tea powder...or maybe whipping cream..... right??

There's one part that we are required to boil the mixture until it thickens and froth will start appearing.. Well in my situation, I was having difficulty in whether or not to boil.. because without boiling, it's already thick.. and with froth.. so.. it doesn't really matter whether or not to boil ... But I boiled it anyway.. but got impatient in the end.. because boil or not boil.. I'm getting the amount of froth that I want.. so who cares? Fuck the manual.

And turns out...My ice cream.. is still equally tasty and edible.. Ok.. maybe it's too creamy.. but hey... You fail when you don't try right?


So ta daaaaa... Home made Green-tea Ice cream..

Ok.. so not the best presentation, as everybody keeps poking their fingers in it while waiting for it to freeze in the freezer..

And my abusive, all out for fame, annoying but fun brother says :

 Bon appetit!

English!? What.The.Hell?!

I was assigned to teach English to 9 old ladies.. (go on and laugh)

To be clearer, 9 old ladies living with cancer...

Yeah well, its part of the volunteer program...
Ok.... Maybe not, because I've not seen anything related about teaching new language to cancer patients in the volunteer program list...
It just happened on one random day, when I was waiting (innocently, really had no idea what was coming.. ) in the office, waiting for the nurses to finish registering new members for the Palliative Care society. Suddenly, Dr.Boon emerged.. from.. out of nowhere.. with 9 old, and chatty ladies. She introduced those ladies to me.. and I said.."Hi, Nice to meet you"... and the next thing I know is:

 This is Jasmine, and she's going to teach you English. 

I can feel my smile.. literally froze on the spot.. and deep down under... I was swearing and cursing in a language that me, myself don't even know.

What?! The. Hell. 

I don't even know how to handle my 5 year old hyperactive sister.. and now I have to face 9 old ladies....with disease.. and some of them speak Chinese and Cantonese, Only Chinese and Cantonese and nothing but Chinese and Cantonese.. God help me please.
My Chinese has gone from a Grade C to fail, and don't get me started with Cantonese... Whenever, I speak canto.. my friends laughed. THEY LAUGH.. right into my face... That's how bad it is.
Not to mention, that the English language I speak, is a mixture of everything in it.. I think I'm gonna turn them into a real, complete Malaysian and not a good English speaker.. I can just start praying to every religion's God now..

&; the news got from.. worst.. to.. a disaster..
We are having 2 lessons every week.. for a month..
Where the hell can I dig out that much of English lesson for them??

So my weekend was plunged into a deep state of fear and anxiety..

BUT. when Tuesday came... the whole thing turn out to be fine... ok, it wasn't just fine... it was.... very..supercalifragilisticexpialidocious-ly(say it loud, say it twice, say it fast as the speed of light!)
splendid.

The first lesson was about "How to Introduce Yourself"  (I actually wrote that on the board)..
&; taught them what to say in a situation where they meet new people.. and it turns out.. better than I thought... THEY ACTUALLY UNDERSTOOD ME! while I thought I was spilling baby crap at them.....

So, they really did enjoyed themselves... and now they even know how to sing "You are my Sunshine" ... IN TUNE SOME MORE!!... I can see myself flying already..

I think I somehow manage to plant some basic English greetings in them because now, they couldn't stop saying "Hi How are you? Nice to Meet You!" .. and that's it. That's the only thing they know..

Wow. This is. An Achievement. for me..

and improvement for them....

I'm so proud!

That one old man who cannot let go.

I've been volunteering at the local's palliative care center for these few days....

So they allow me to follow 3 nurses around for 3 days.. So while they talk and treat patients, I'll stand there like a wood block observing...

Today is the 3rd day,  and we visited this particular old man..

He's around 60 to 70 years old.. but he doesn't have cancer..

He's wife had.. and passed away last year.  But it seems like he's having trouble to let go..

Well, that's what the nurse told me when she parked the car opposite his house.. She even assured me not to freak out when this man start crying..

So, as we walked towards his house, I try to get the first peek into the house.. and there he was.. Sitting at the table alone, reading newspaper..
When the nurse called his name, he looked up and smiled at us.. But the first thing I noticed about him was his eyes...

I never seen one eyes with such loneliness before..

We went in, the nurse introduced me to him and we started talking.. ok.. not me.. but the nurse and the old man... First, it was just normal chatting, like asking normal questions like "How are you, Have you eaten, What have you been doing these days"..   Slowly, he started to talk about his wife...

Then, the tears started. At first, he tried holding it back... but once he touches the topic about his wife's death  ... he can no longer hold back anymore...

Have you ever missed some one so much, so very much that you felt so helpless?
and you know no matter how much you want this person back, they're just gone.. leaving you staring out to the past??

Well, that man did.. and still is, missing her..

He told us that every night, he'll be by the door and wait,  and hope... hoping to see her walking back towards him, but night by night, day by day... what he see is an old empty road, an empty space, that he and she used to walk by..

He had known her for 50 years plus.. but the days without her felt more like 50 years... it felt like forever... He feels that he's just trapped with the memories with her... He wants to go to her, but she's too far, barely within reach... barely within sight... no longer there.

His diary, ( he let me read his diary).. was just full of grief, guilt and self pity.. ... The way he penned down his emotion into that blank piece of paper, it was really beautiful but sad.. He wrote it all in Chinese.. Even though, I suck in Chinese, I still can feel his pain of losing his wife through his words....

So everyday, he goes on and on with life... waiting for the time that he can finally reunite with his wife..

When it was time to leave, I waved at him, and he nodded back at me..
as we drove off, I saw him standing by the door, I gave my final wave again because this is the last time I'm going to see him...  I saw him solemnly waving back...and then it's just him, and the house which was once shared by him and his wife.

My heart goes all out to him..

The difference

between Malaysian and Singaporean Driving. 

In Singapore,
Everybody drives safe.
You keep to your lane, I keep to mine.
I want to be fast, but there's a speed limit.
I'll stop when it's red,
and go when it's green,
and slow down when it's yellow.
I want to make U-turn,
but I won't because the sign says it's illegal.
I do reverse parking,
to be more systematic and easy.
I park
at proper parking place

In Malaysia,
We drive like we just don't care,
You want to cut in my lane,
I drive faster
You still insist to cut,
I overtake you from behind
and honk you all the way through
I want to be fast,
Screw the damn signs,
it's time for fast and furious
Colour blind, so we are 
only without traffic police
when it's green,
we go,
when it's red,
we still go.. cautiously
when it's yellow,
we go even faster.
I want to do a U-turn,
I'll will just do a U-turn
unless if there's a police hiding under the tree
I don't do reverse parking,
because it's not easy to snatch others parking.
I'm space efficient,
that's why I park anywhere with spaces between.
Who cares if that car can't come out.
Not my problem.

Toys, toys, and more toys......

I didn know that we have so much soft toys.. 



Today, I went on a soft toy hunt in my house... and.. the numbers of soft toys we have in the house.. was shocking...

I found 27 soft toys.  

Unless you are a fanatic maniac fan of soft toys and teddy bears, 27 is A LOT TO ME.. and If I were to give it to an orphanage, I can make 27 orphans fly to the sky..

and not to mention, the dust that those soft toys carry on their lifeless body.. Do you know how much dust mite inhabiting in 1 bear??
plus, we have serious allergies to anything related to dust.. So if 1 teddy bear is enough to make us sneeze our nose off, itches our eyes till it drop, and stay in bed as if we got a bird flu.... imagine 27 toys.....

I think the toys just killed us. 

Well,  don't get me wrong... even with allergies, I really do love teddies or doggies that resemble a bear.  They are so cute even though they are deaf and dumb. Too bad, I can only see them from afar.. and not snuggle with them when I sleep.

So, let me introduce the soft toys family to you.. This is the first and last time you will ever get to see them, because I'm packing them up and keeping them away.. maybe if I have the time I would give them away..

(*All names in this entry are fictitious, made up  and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental)

Let's start from the biggest of all..

1. Name: Christmas (Note the Christmas costume)
Given by a dear Friend..... (she doesn't want the bear... that explains it all)

2. Name: Happy
Given by another dear friend ( as a gift..)

3. Name: Mr Lonely
Given by brother... (apparently he gave it to his girlfriend, they broke up,  bear comes back, go figure)

4. Name: Bugs Bunny
Given by a another different dear friend..which is supposed to be given to my sister. 

5. Name: Droopy
I don't know where did he come from. But because he's sad and droopy, thus the name.

6. Name: Kopitiam
Cute and coffee in colour, thus the name.

7. Name: Femo
This is the 1st bear that I've ever bought for myself.. It was simply love at first sight.. spotted her with that pweety dress, sitting alone, emoing.... that's why I bought her, and turns out she's the last of her kin!!  (Femo- female emo bear)

8. Name: Melboy
The baby version of Melman in Madagascar... and I seriously do not know how, where and when he came.

9. Name: Monkeybabe
I find the name pretty cute...and thus, the name.

10. Name: Ba-be... (yes, pronounce it exactly like how it is)

11. Name: Cocky
It's a Cocker Spaniel.. it's one type of breed of many breeds...

12. Name: Easter Bun Bun
This is how easter bunny looks like when he got sick

13. Name: Hush Hush
Got it from Hush Puppies... long long time ago..

14. Name: Ban Ban
Yes, it's a panda... Seriously, if her nose was straight, she won't look so retarded like now.

15. Name: Nino..
She's half albino.. without red eyes. ( won by a friend in a carnival game)

16. Name: Baby Tassy
I won her in a carnival game .....

17. Name: Sustagen
I think this bear was a free gift from Sustagen

18. Name:  ... Winnie the Pooh Bear...( you know his name.. so obvious)

19. Name: Sleepy
Because he's always sleepy

20. Name: Mickey the talking Mouse. ( If you don't know this, then you must have a very terrible childhood)

21. Name: Cyber
Siberian Husky given by a good friend as a parting gift..

22. Name: Nigger. (Aw, I'm sorry.. I'm just joking) .. Son Gongoon (Son Gohan's illegitmate son.. )
Evolution occurs fast...

23. Name: Love-Me-Hate-God (Devil's son)
This was given...to my brother ... from his childhood girlfriend..

24. Name: Heart-me
I think it was also given by my bro's long time childhood girlfriend.

25. Name: Mr I-don't-know-what-am-I
WTF is this??!!

26. Name: Poky Poky
Do the hokey poky people!!

Last but not least, the smallest of all...

27. Name: Small pot
A tiny baby panda.. from Beijing..


Oh.. another extra addition .. that.. we simply just can't eliminate..

Name: Ning Ning

Nickname: Mummy/Daddy's Lil girl, Pretender, Cry Baby, Innocent lil' devil, Destroyer



and thus.. ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY... gettting ready to be packed and stored away....

Spot the difference...  Can you???  Look closer.

P.S I hate my allergy... Seriously...... 

or else I can have all the teddies in the world.

Welcoming the Brother Homee..

My bro's back from Can-can  Land.. (Can-ada)..

I'm supposed to be thrill.. like super duper fucking thrill because it's sibling time.. yeah, but that was days ago, when he actually just stepped out of the arrival zone... and we had the 3 minutes of family moments

Here's the recap of the family moment scene..

First, we waited, anxiously for bro to come out
then, we kept on waiting....

and waiting....


after 1 hour, we were still waiting.. by the time, the big sis lost the anxious feeling.. but lil sis was still waiting..

15 minutes later, Bro walks out...

and tats when the 3 minutes start..

1st minute.
lil sis ran... on full speed, dashing head on, sprinted with never before seen a face of  pure bliss and happiness, into the speed of light, to infinity and beyond (ah, you get it) towards her long time no see bro....

they hugged... embraced... jumped with happiness, burst into a euphoric scene, a brother and sister moment.. 
she said,

kor kor, you're back !! you're back! I misssseeddd yoooouuu..

the brother say,

awww I misssss you too!!..

2nd minute.
the mother walks to her son... they embrace... again..mum kiss son, son don't kiss mum... kinda flinched away..... teenagers..... always thinks that they're too cool for mum kisses now... 

then mum, son and irritating but at that moment, cute lil sis walks towards the dad and the big sis, who was witnessing the big dramatic scene...

3rd minute.
dad says hi.. bro says hi back.
Dad teased son, son chuckled...
The big sis said hi, bro says hi back
then launched into big conversation
little sis trys to take bro attention,
fails.
epic fails...
she trys again, with the help of mum,
bro forced to play with her...
Big sis got annoyed...

then... there goes the family moments.. after that it was just constant irritation and jealousy all the way back home.

and, the next day... it was just a normal day.... plain.. boring.. nothing much.. no life... wasted (ah, you get it)....

Nightmare wasn't on Elmstreet, but Me........

Today I woke up at 1.30pm.... despite sleeping at 5am the last night... It's consider a very big improvement for me as I've been waking up at 5pm ... urgh.. even I feel so unhealthy about waking up this late.. but what to do????  There's your bed... your bear bears.... your bolster... and your irritating sister... what more to do than just sleeping in????

Well, today I went to watch a movie.... A horror movie in fact... It's not really about ghost and paranormal activity.. ok.. it's supernatural.. but not ghostly.. because ghostly movie is a big no-no for me... The movie was:

Nightmare on Elm Street.... 

I thought it wasn't a big deal because I know that this doesn't happen in real life.. In fact I know what the whole story is about... I know the whole plot because I wikied it the night before.. I know which one is gonna die now.. who's gonna die now... who killed the killer... bla bla bla ... literally it means EVERYTHING..

Basically, the whole story is about some lame perverted man that cannot be killed even how many times you burn, stab, castrate him....  not to mention having hideous and ugly face beyond all reason.. walking around, crankling his knives-like fingers.... killing fucked up teens who were all having the same nightmare....... and at the end... everyone died..... ok.. Not everyone... the last 2 didn't.. but their brains were psychologically screwed...   

Not scary right?? Sounds kind of boring..

I ended up watching with a popcorn cup bigger than the size of my head infront of me.. 

All I can see is... the border of the screen.....and people screaming here and there... The girl beside me was clinging to her boyfriend as if she's the one getting killed. 
Well, it's still better than having to hide your face behind a popcorn cup for 2 hours or sooo.....
The moment the movie starts.....just so instantly, I felt that pang of regret in my chicken heart.....

thump, thump, Thump, THUMP!! THUMP!!! THUMP!!!!!! Oh shittt.... WTF, WTF, WTF... WTH... oh hell lord, have mercy on me........... 

all this happened in the internal part... on the external part, everytime they have this.. "JIEEEENNNGGG!!!!" sound.. (means that the killer has appeared, and ready to chop people into curry)... my body does this 1 second epilepsy... Only 1 second.. not 2.. but 1..


Gahhh... pathetic.... Horror movie.. is so not my thing........Call me to do anything, I will cross blistering winds, scorching desert, climbed the highest mountains...........to watch any kind of movies with you....  (you pay for my expenditure and journey lah)... BUT when it comes to horror stuff like this.... I chickened out.......like an ostrich freaking out with its head under the ground......

I vow that this is the FINAL and LAST.... and I mean it.. LASTTT!!!! with triple Ts ..... that I'm watching a horror movie......


It's sadistic that my mind get easily messed up but unrealistic things..........

The Eagle is back to Home Base

This time the flight from Dubai-Kl was far more comfortable than the 5 hours of torment from Moscow-Dubai... because I have my tv...

and also the whole three seats to myself....

Yeah!



















The whole idea of travelling alone especially when it involves transiting sucks alot because:

1. There's no one to watch over your bags...

means you have to constantly be aware of your own belongings.... also means that you have to carry it around anywhere and everywhere you go.. like the toilet....

2. there's no one to wake you up when it's time to board...which then results unnecessary panic moments

Like when I suddenly woke up and realised that no-one was around me... . I checked my time and the clocks say 10.50am while I remembered that the boarding time was 9.30am.... My heart seriously dropped.... I was swearing and cursing here there and everywhere... turns out... that it was actually 9.50am, the gate opens at 9.30am and boarding time was at 10.30am....

3. there's no one to wake you up when it's time to eat...

I missed my flight meal.... well it's no big deal... but this time the meal include TIRAMISU!!! WITH CHOCOLATE SAUCE SOME MORE WEH...... I was craving for that man... well too bad lahh...

But overall, the trip back was alright...

and once the wheels of the plane touches the ground, I realised that everything's over... Kursk is more like a dream to me... I'm home... .... though this place is home.. and it gives me a sense of belonging.... it also gives me the feeling of being trapped...  like a bird... after flying few thousand miles.... it finally returned back to its own cage... & some day, I'll be free again.... & I'll will continue flying.. far away... but no matter how far I fly... I will return back to my very own cage...

& as I stepped out of the airport.... the humid air which again surrounds me... and I'm overwhelmed with my allergy again...... No doubt, I'm home for real.

Knit Buzz 2

Ok... I'm done with my knitting... In these two weeks.. I've completed 2 knitting projects.. A scarf and a cap... & I'm so darn proud of myself... though it may not seem so nice... It's pure hard work....

So there.. my finally finished scarf..

and now.. the cap...

It started from this..

5 needles k... I nearly vomitted blood...



to this...

The fluffy ball on the top of the head was made by my friend












Combined them together..

You get a mismatch of outfit !!

Knit Buzz

Yes.... Update is getting less and less frequent....It's all because my day is so packed.... & I don't really have time to blog.....


So.. what's the buzz?? I ain't going to class no more..... Now.. the only priority is to get my scarf done by next week... because I'm heading back to the Land of Racists and with more Racists (Malaysia) next week... Time flies like nobody business..... So fast that you wouldn't even notice.. that time really can fly...

Anyway.. what's happening lately is.. I've started taking knitting classes (last week) from this super expert in knitting senior....... & HE'S A MALE SOME MORE WEH.... tell me... how many guys can knit man..... He can knit almost like .... anything... seriously.. and no... he's not gay, and he sure ain't no girly girl.....  & because of knitting, he's surgical skills are so damn good.. *though I've not actually seen him in action during operation.. but based on his knitting speed and accuracy... he's no noobie.... & it's proven.... Knitting improve surgical dexterity... and a whole lots of other benefits that you wouldn't even give a damn about.... (google it, if u are)...

Anyway.. like I said.. I've been learning knitting.... and my first "project" is... Scarf... beginner style...... So , he brought us to buy our knitting starter kit.. which.. consist of.. Yarns... knitting needles.. and crochet.... &; thus, our lesson begins....

Initially.. it was quite tough.. handling needles... and yarn strings at the same time...... made a hell lot of mistakes.... certainly got laughed at alot of times..... but once you get the hang of it.... It's quite enjoyable... thus.. It also relief stress....

So.. I chose Blue, Beige and Turquoise colour as my main colours for my scarf....

This is the first attempt of knitting my scarf....
Notice the holes and bumps....















Look closer... more holes and bump...... (fail___________)











Now even closer... WTH?!  Such big hole..... an embarrassment to all knitters....














This is the 2nd attempt..
&; it looks better than the 1st.....

Just let it flow..

& the 3rd one...
it's improving.. even though there are holes and bumps....

This is just the beginning... will post up the full scarf after I finish this.....