Today, we had our Chemistry and Biology entrance test. Yes. Entrance test. Before we came here, no one told us that we need to go through an entrance test. After we came here, people start to drop the bomb on us and just spill the news: Ooh! You have an entrance test!! You can re-sit it 3 times, the 4th is on your own... Yes, surprises.. Who doesn't love them??
Anyway, thank god we got tips from the past students.. They gave us images of the test paper with answer.. So practically, we can see what is coming out. But depends on your luck whether the question you read will come out on your paper because each paper is different.
This entrance test is a multiple choice based. So, literally you need some good aiming skills with all lot of luck to shoot down the correct answers.
Chemistry was ok. Why? Because my question papers has the answers written all over. Some were wrong, some were correct, some were... (I don't even know whether its wrong or correct)... Anyway, I'm confident that I'll pass Chemistry..
but.. Biology.. everybody came out "what the fucking".. it was beyond hard.. like.. hard, hard.... Questions were based on zoology, botany, anatomy.... anatomy was acceptable cause we were suppose to be enrolled into medical degree.. but why zoology or botany??? So, yeah. It was plain hard.... till everyone kept their finger's crossed for tomorrow's result.
During Biology test, I sat near a guy from Nigeria. So during the hardest, longest 1hour of our lives, this guy suddenly raised his hands in the middle of the test, while we were burying our heads and squeezing every last bit of our brain, answering the questions...He asked the teacher whether he can changed his pen as it was... somehow inkless... The teacher, looked annoyed but let him changed.. So he got up and got out the room..for.... who knows how long.... When he came back, the teacher refused to let him continue the test. Then, he started begging the teacher, he said that this was his 4th time and asked her to gave him another chance..At first, the teacher was cold. she just said no, hand in the test paper. He kept on begging, so the teacher gave him a time limit to finish off.
THEN.. this is the climax.. Another teacher came in.. whispered something into the current teacher sitting down.. They got up, and asked, no... ORDERED. the Nigeria guy to empty his pocket... You know that if you did something wrong, and got busted, you have that looked in your face, the shocked and frightened look. Yes, this guy has exactly that facial expression... the teacher insisted him to empty his pocket.. So, out came the notes from both pockets... He looked so dejected.. 4th time sitting and you are cheating??? I felt sorry for that guy, I think he's flunking for sure... This was the first time I saw somebody got caught red handed in the midst of cheating.. Unpleasant sight but interesting...
That's why if you want to cheat, don't get caught.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
14 things agents don't tell you about Kursk.
Ok. I'm going to give a few heads up for those who may becoming to Kursk to study. I mean who knows there maybe people who planned to study here and wants to know how this place is and just randomly stumble upon this pathetic site...
1. Kursk has no mcdonalds, KFC , dominos and pizza hut.
They do have a fast food shop, but its costly.
2. The hostel room and toilet is smaller than you think.
If you have been to Malaysia, you must sure been to those toilets along the highways... Yes.. they are small right? Here, it's a bit smaller than the ones in Malaysia.. & for the shower room is smaller than the toilets here. So prepare buckets or toiletry bags to carry around stuff because there are limited hanging place. Maximum - 2. Minimum - none.
3. The toilets have the smell of the longkangs (drains) in Malaysia.
Yes.. sewerage smell.. love it or hate it.. You still have to use it unless you want to excrete or defaecate into the bottle.
4. You have to buy your own washing machine, fridge and drying stand or dryer.
or you can just beg your roommate to share ... normally ppl buy share... or buy from the graduating seniors.
5. Want to move out during 1st year 1st sem? dream on lah..
here, 1st you have to settle everything into the hostel first, then tell the hostel manager, then apply to the uni... go through some visa process.. wait.. confirmed the place..wait again.. then maybe you'll get one. Move second year lah. Save the hassle.
6. Internet is fast in hostel. ( good point)
but it's not free... you can choose from range 512kps (something like that) to 3 mb... with a price.. & it's not wireless.. we use dial up and cables.. your cable spoil.. sorry lah.. have to wait.
7. Bring your own bed sheet and blankets.
You can use the hostel one like me but if you like you can bring yours from M'sia. or you can bring the next time you go back...
8.If you are coming for winter....
no need to bring lots of winter clothing coz you will have no more space in your luggage bag.. come here, ask seniors, they will bring you to buy with a reasonable price.. keep your self warm to prevent your ears and nose and eye brows to drop off as these part lose heat the most.
9. If you know how to speak Russian, read Russian.. things will be easier for you.
Very true.
10. Don't expect much or desire a much better place.
This is what you get, live with it.
11. Live normally
That's the best thing you can do.
12. Get a rice cooker
Russia has no rice cooker. If you want to cook rice, bring a rice cooker or consult others how to cook without rice cooker.
13. Get a maybank account and tell the person you are going here so that she activate the overseas usage thingy.
of coz.. makes life easier coz money transfer here is very troublesome.
14. If you are a whining bastard or a bitch who just like to live comfortably like a king or queen
Please don't come to this god forsaken place.
p.s It's not that bad actually... You just have to accept it and live with it.. That's it.
1. Kursk has no mcdonalds, KFC , dominos and pizza hut.
They do have a fast food shop, but its costly.
2. The hostel room and toilet is smaller than you think.
If you have been to Malaysia, you must sure been to those toilets along the highways... Yes.. they are small right? Here, it's a bit smaller than the ones in Malaysia.. & for the shower room is smaller than the toilets here. So prepare buckets or toiletry bags to carry around stuff because there are limited hanging place. Maximum - 2. Minimum - none.
3. The toilets have the smell of the longkangs (drains) in Malaysia.
Yes.. sewerage smell.. love it or hate it.. You still have to use it unless you want to excrete or defaecate into the bottle.
4. You have to buy your own washing machine, fridge and drying stand or dryer.
or you can just beg your roommate to share ... normally ppl buy share... or buy from the graduating seniors.
5. Want to move out during 1st year 1st sem? dream on lah..
here, 1st you have to settle everything into the hostel first, then tell the hostel manager, then apply to the uni... go through some visa process.. wait.. confirmed the place..wait again.. then maybe you'll get one. Move second year lah. Save the hassle.
6. Internet is fast in hostel. ( good point)
but it's not free... you can choose from range 512kps (something like that) to 3 mb... with a price.. & it's not wireless.. we use dial up and cables.. your cable spoil.. sorry lah.. have to wait.
7. Bring your own bed sheet and blankets.
You can use the hostel one like me but if you like you can bring yours from M'sia. or you can bring the next time you go back...
8.If you are coming for winter....
no need to bring lots of winter clothing coz you will have no more space in your luggage bag.. come here, ask seniors, they will bring you to buy with a reasonable price.. keep your self warm to prevent your ears and nose and eye brows to drop off as these part lose heat the most.
9. If you know how to speak Russian, read Russian.. things will be easier for you.
Very true.
10. Don't expect much or desire a much better place.
This is what you get, live with it.
11. Live normally
That's the best thing you can do.
12. Get a rice cooker
Russia has no rice cooker. If you want to cook rice, bring a rice cooker or consult others how to cook without rice cooker.
13. Get a maybank account and tell the person you are going here so that she activate the overseas usage thingy.
of coz.. makes life easier coz money transfer here is very troublesome.
14. If you are a whining bastard or a bitch who just like to live comfortably like a king or queen
Please don't come to this god forsaken place.
p.s It's not that bad actually... You just have to accept it and live with it.. That's it.
Kursk and a whole lot of things.
Yes, I'm finally in Kursk now. No.. what I meant was.. I finally got my internet after arriving in Kursk after 3 days. So this update, may be a long post.. the content of it is about personal life so you will see some whining and complaining.
So it all started when my family and I reached KLIA at 10.30pm. We were told to meet at 8th door at the airport at 11.00pm. As we walked towards the end of the airport, (door 8th is at the end of the departure level), we couldn't see anybody.. not literally anybody, but student-like persons, getting ready to fly off with big bags.. All we saw were elderly and middle aged people sitting down.. Well, I was thinking that the rest were arriving soon, maybe they'll arrive at 11pm sharp with the person in charge.. but my mother on the other hand, was about to panic.. Well, true enough, they did arrive.. 15 minutes later.. What to do? We're all Malaysians.. Punctuality rarely exist in some of us.
Anyway, so there were 8 of us going. 6 girls and 2 boys.. Girls dominate.. wooohoo.. whatever. Of course we would be get to know each other and become good friends because these are the person that you are practically going to be with for 6 years!! BUT, my mum decided to make things move fast and start introducing me and herself as a mother infront of them... (what the hell?!) Excuse me, does my face have the labels "anti-social", "go away or I'll bite", "fuck off"," what the fuck are you looking at", "I don't like you, so I won't talk to you", "emo-freak" written all over????
Of course not! I know how to make friends.. but doesn mean you have to make friends the second you meet them.. Even though you want to make friends immediately.. first, you start with the smile right? and see whether the person smile back or not THEN only you make friends.. Well, that's my friend's making concept. You don't just go
Seriously, I think my face have the "what the hell " expression all over.
ok, anyway, the journey to Kursk is split into 3.
1st- KL to Dubai (7 hours)
2nd- Dubai to Moscow (5 hours)
3rd- Moscow to Kursk ( 8 hours)
excluding the 4 hours of transit waiting in Dubai
KL-Dubai
The flight to Dubai was ok.. long and tiring. Initially my goal for the journey to Kursk is to watch all the movies on the plane.. but I didn't know that Emirates entertainment has 900 plus movies.. I managed to watch one and fell asleep all the way to Dubai because I was just too tired. Didn't really slept comfortably because the seat was so upright. I sat till my butt ache.
Dubai
So the 4 hours transiting was painfully and awfully to endure because everyone was tired and hungry. Nothing much in Dubai.. I didn't really take pictures because, all airports are the same... so moving on.
Dubai- Moscow.
Now, this is an interesting one. Who said Russians are cold hard fuckface people?? Well, me and my new found friend, Michelle (more about her later) were sitting between two russian men. I sat beside a man around 50 to 60 years and my new found friend sat beside a younger one, maybe around 30 to 40 years. They were good people. friendly and helpful. The younger one would tell us about Russia. Actually, tell her not me coz I was abit far away. Well, me on the other hand, have to do sign language with the guy beside me beside he couldn't speak english, and I doubt he understand a lot of english. He spoke Russian to me while I just do the pointing.. Oh ya, about this guy.. I bet he's a rich-fuck.. Know why?? He have golden teeth implanted into his god damn mouth! TEETH!!! not tooth.. 3 golden tooth!! I SHIT YOU NOT.. and he was smiling and gesturing at me about his duty-free gifts that he bought in Dubai.. mostly were vodka..
& when we were arriving Russia, I have to fill in the immigration card which was in Russian.. although there were translation, there are some parts that require inquiry.. So that Russian guy tried to explain to me what to write and how to fill in.. Even though I didn't ask for help, he still tried to explain, while I point here and there , nodding here and there.. Smiling here and there.. This is definitely a good start.
Touching down Moscow airport.
This was taken from the screen of the plane (Emirates has camera system installed outside the plane so passengers can see what is outside) Everything was covered in snow.
Moscow-Kursk.
Touched down, and sailed through the immigration with ease... We were picked up by seniors and got into a van which drove us to the hostel which is 8 hours away. Oh, did I mention it was 3 degrees out there? & it wasn't snowing but everywhere was filled with snow... I only can see white and brown through out the journey.. Nothing else. So, we arrived at the hostel around 3am and everyone was EXHAUSTED.. I think it is because of the jet lag. Thank god we have great seniors to help us move in and out the luggage from the van to our room.
Me and 2 new found friends. Aminah and Munga.
Kursk
Well, I've expected the condition of Kursk to be.. not so great.. maybe lower standard. But as I arrived.. I was shocked to see the room because it was smaller than it was expected. The toilets was disgustingly small. Remember my old room in Adelaide?? or my own room in my house.. Yes.. that's the size of the room here.. only that I'm sharing it with 2 other girls, my new found friend and another sarawakian. wow. shockingly small..
I'm not complaining and I don't want to go home. The fact is, I'm quite ok with it already.. On the 2nd day, I've already accepted this place.. It teaches you how to survive with such small spaces.. You'll learn how to organise your clothes and toiletries in a small shower room which consist of 2 nails for hanging purposes, and a dirty floor.. It teaches you how to buy what you need and not what you want. You have to think whether this things fits in your room because you just don't have that kind of space!! Russia is all about surviving. I think if you haven't been here, and came here, you'll definitely cry for home..
View from my window. While two of my roommates got a wall to stick and hang up their stuff, I got this big window beside my bed.
Yes, this is our room.
The spot I'm pointing at is my bed.
My super small study spot.
So, I'm now adapting to this new place and I'm quite happy!
Oh, did I mention that we have to buy our own washing machine, fridge, hangers, dryers, pans,pots, spoon, fork.. everything?
okay, about my new found friend.. Yes, her name is Michelle.. her full name is Michelle Munga Idi. She's a Lunbawang from Sarawak. & she laughs at anything and everything.. With her dry humour, we became fast friends.. I don't know why, I'm very in luck with the name "Michelle" . Last year, I had a "Michelle" as a roomate. This year, I have " Michelle" again as a roomate.. oh, and during the flight from KL- Kursk. She sat beside be. We didn't checked in together, but amazingly got the ticket side by side.. Call it fate.. or may be its just lady luck bestowing more luck on me again!
So classes haven't start yet because we have to sit for another entrance test... nobody told us that would be an entrance test.. Yesterday, we had English test.. it was amazingly easy because everyone started laughing as soon as they saw the questions. Even the seniors told us to prepare to laugh when you see the question. Example of one question:
What is the person who sells vegetables call?
So?? Do you know the answer to this??
VEGETABLE SELLER LAH! what else? or anything closest to the meaning of it.
So that conclude this entry. I think this is quite a life changing experience and you'll learn how to adapt and make use of what you have... so, why not Kursk?
p.s I've finally unpacked everything.. and it doesn't feel like a chicken coop anymore..
So it all started when my family and I reached KLIA at 10.30pm. We were told to meet at 8th door at the airport at 11.00pm. As we walked towards the end of the airport, (door 8th is at the end of the departure level), we couldn't see anybody.. not literally anybody, but student-like persons, getting ready to fly off with big bags.. All we saw were elderly and middle aged people sitting down.. Well, I was thinking that the rest were arriving soon, maybe they'll arrive at 11pm sharp with the person in charge.. but my mother on the other hand, was about to panic.. Well, true enough, they did arrive.. 15 minutes later.. What to do? We're all Malaysians.. Punctuality rarely exist in some of us.
Anyway, so there were 8 of us going. 6 girls and 2 boys.. Girls dominate.. wooohoo.. whatever. Of course we would be get to know each other and become good friends because these are the person that you are practically going to be with for 6 years!! BUT, my mum decided to make things move fast and start introducing me and herself as a mother infront of them... (what the hell?!) Excuse me, does my face have the labels "anti-social", "go away or I'll bite", "fuck off"," what the fuck are you looking at", "I don't like you, so I won't talk to you", "emo-freak" written all over????
Of course not! I know how to make friends.. but doesn mean you have to make friends the second you meet them.. Even though you want to make friends immediately.. first, you start with the smile right? and see whether the person smile back or not THEN only you make friends.. Well, that's my friend's making concept. You don't just go
" Hi, this is Jasmine and I'm her mother, nice to meet you"
& it gets worst, she started asking me to take pictures with the other student... OUT LOUD."Jasmine, go take pictures with your friends lah!"
"No, what for?"
" MAKE FRIENDS MAH.."
"No, what for?"
" MAKE FRIENDS MAH.."
Seriously, I think my face have the "what the hell " expression all over.
ok, anyway, the journey to Kursk is split into 3.
1st- KL to Dubai (7 hours)
2nd- Dubai to Moscow (5 hours)
3rd- Moscow to Kursk ( 8 hours)
excluding the 4 hours of transit waiting in Dubai
KL-Dubai
The flight to Dubai was ok.. long and tiring. Initially my goal for the journey to Kursk is to watch all the movies on the plane.. but I didn't know that Emirates entertainment has 900 plus movies.. I managed to watch one and fell asleep all the way to Dubai because I was just too tired. Didn't really slept comfortably because the seat was so upright. I sat till my butt ache.
Dubai
So the 4 hours transiting was painfully and awfully to endure because everyone was tired and hungry. Nothing much in Dubai.. I didn't really take pictures because, all airports are the same... so moving on.
Dubai- Moscow.
Now, this is an interesting one. Who said Russians are cold hard fuckface people?? Well, me and my new found friend, Michelle (more about her later) were sitting between two russian men. I sat beside a man around 50 to 60 years and my new found friend sat beside a younger one, maybe around 30 to 40 years. They were good people. friendly and helpful. The younger one would tell us about Russia. Actually, tell her not me coz I was abit far away. Well, me on the other hand, have to do sign language with the guy beside me beside he couldn't speak english, and I doubt he understand a lot of english. He spoke Russian to me while I just do the pointing.. Oh ya, about this guy.. I bet he's a rich-fuck.. Know why?? He have golden teeth implanted into his god damn mouth! TEETH!!! not tooth.. 3 golden tooth!! I SHIT YOU NOT.. and he was smiling and gesturing at me about his duty-free gifts that he bought in Dubai.. mostly were vodka..
& when we were arriving Russia, I have to fill in the immigration card which was in Russian.. although there were translation, there are some parts that require inquiry.. So that Russian guy tried to explain to me what to write and how to fill in.. Even though I didn't ask for help, he still tried to explain, while I point here and there , nodding here and there.. Smiling here and there.. This is definitely a good start.
Touching down Moscow airport.
This was taken from the screen of the plane (Emirates has camera system installed outside the plane so passengers can see what is outside) Everything was covered in snow.
Moscow-Kursk.
Touched down, and sailed through the immigration with ease... We were picked up by seniors and got into a van which drove us to the hostel which is 8 hours away. Oh, did I mention it was 3 degrees out there? & it wasn't snowing but everywhere was filled with snow... I only can see white and brown through out the journey.. Nothing else. So, we arrived at the hostel around 3am and everyone was EXHAUSTED.. I think it is because of the jet lag. Thank god we have great seniors to help us move in and out the luggage from the van to our room.
Me and 2 new found friends. Aminah and Munga.
Kursk
Well, I've expected the condition of Kursk to be.. not so great.. maybe lower standard. But as I arrived.. I was shocked to see the room because it was smaller than it was expected. The toilets was disgustingly small. Remember my old room in Adelaide?? or my own room in my house.. Yes.. that's the size of the room here.. only that I'm sharing it with 2 other girls, my new found friend and another sarawakian. wow. shockingly small..
I'm not complaining and I don't want to go home. The fact is, I'm quite ok with it already.. On the 2nd day, I've already accepted this place.. It teaches you how to survive with such small spaces.. You'll learn how to organise your clothes and toiletries in a small shower room which consist of 2 nails for hanging purposes, and a dirty floor.. It teaches you how to buy what you need and not what you want. You have to think whether this things fits in your room because you just don't have that kind of space!! Russia is all about surviving. I think if you haven't been here, and came here, you'll definitely cry for home..
View from my window. While two of my roommates got a wall to stick and hang up their stuff, I got this big window beside my bed.
Yes, this is our room.
The spot I'm pointing at is my bed.
My super small study spot.
So, I'm now adapting to this new place and I'm quite happy!
Oh, did I mention that we have to buy our own washing machine, fridge, hangers, dryers, pans,pots, spoon, fork.. everything?
okay, about my new found friend.. Yes, her name is Michelle.. her full name is Michelle Munga Idi. She's a Lunbawang from Sarawak. & she laughs at anything and everything.. With her dry humour, we became fast friends.. I don't know why, I'm very in luck with the name "Michelle" . Last year, I had a "Michelle" as a roomate. This year, I have " Michelle" again as a roomate.. oh, and during the flight from KL- Kursk. She sat beside be. We didn't checked in together, but amazingly got the ticket side by side.. Call it fate.. or may be its just lady luck bestowing more luck on me again!
So classes haven't start yet because we have to sit for another entrance test... nobody told us that would be an entrance test.. Yesterday, we had English test.. it was amazingly easy because everyone started laughing as soon as they saw the questions. Even the seniors told us to prepare to laugh when you see the question. Example of one question:
What is the person who sells vegetables call?
So?? Do you know the answer to this??
VEGETABLE SELLER LAH! what else? or anything closest to the meaning of it.
So that conclude this entry. I think this is quite a life changing experience and you'll learn how to adapt and make use of what you have... so, why not Kursk?
p.s I've finally unpacked everything.. and it doesn't feel like a chicken coop anymore..
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
It's Never Farewell, when it comes to blogging.
FINALLY.... I get my flights confirmed... I am now.. OFFICIALLY flying.. on the 24th of March, 2.00am.. so means, I have to be there on 23rd night.... & the flight I'm taking is Emirates.. I'm going to be served by Saudi beauties with breathtaking eyes... After so many days of waiting, I'm finally going to study again!! Yippee!
Yes, I may seem thrill now, but who knows, I would hate that place to the core.... but I wouldn't put my expectation high.. I know I am going to a shitty place.. I'm aware that people there don't smile, and they hate foreigners.. they despise asians.. I'm understand I'm going to be stuck there for 6 years.. but hey, If I don't survive there, I won't survive anywhere.
So I guess these few days would be tiresome, as I have massive packing to do... There are still loads and loads of stuff that I've not done, and I have an interview this Monday... This is suppose to be plan B.. that's what my mum claims.. Well, cross my fingers and hope to die..
I suppose I may update one more entry about the interview, if I have to time, depending onwhether I've finish packing.. But if I can't I think this may be the last post.... OKAY.. not exactly last post.. but it'll be quite some time that I'll be updating, depending on the internet availability there and the time too...
Who knows, I'll be updating very soon...
Let the new chapter begin........ soon....
A week later....
Peace out.. V V
Yes, I may seem thrill now, but who knows, I would hate that place to the core.... but I wouldn't put my expectation high.. I know I am going to a shitty place.. I'm aware that people there don't smile, and they hate foreigners.. they despise asians.. I'm understand I'm going to be stuck there for 6 years.. but hey, If I don't survive there, I won't survive anywhere.
So I guess these few days would be tiresome, as I have massive packing to do... There are still loads and loads of stuff that I've not done, and I have an interview this Monday... This is suppose to be plan B.. that's what my mum claims.. Well, cross my fingers and hope to die..
I suppose I may update one more entry about the interview, if I have to time, depending onwhether I've finish packing.. But if I can't I think this may be the last post.... OKAY.. not exactly last post.. but it'll be quite some time that I'll be updating, depending on the internet availability there and the time too...
Who knows, I'll be updating very soon...
Let the new chapter begin........ soon....
A week later....
Peace out.. V V
Monday, March 15, 2010
CheckList and Bizarre things.
Am currently doing a checklist now.. There are so many things to bring there.. I just don't know what to bring there.. There are things that I WANT to bring... and also things that I NEED to bring.. Need is a must..but want, let's just say it's a conflict with the inner side. & time is running out.. gawd!! I wish that my parents will do everything for me, but I realised that I don't need them to do this because they wouldn't know what I really need, or want... & I think I'm capable enough to go out and get it..
Well, this is the first time, going out here and there for last minute shopping.. because last time, I had no license. I have license now.. which is quite a blessing.. I get to zoom here and there.. Though the fines I got is quite a pain in the ass. Last time, I had no money, all the money comes from my mother's big purse.. Now I have money in my bank (though it's still my parents money, but consider it mine because I get to use and spend it with my own wise brain).
So what the hell am I still blogging and not out there with my ass scouting my needs??? Seriously, I don't know. I don't even know what I want.. I'm still too occupied with the thoughts of going bungee jumping with a bridal gown from Vera Wang with Miss Chai...which I don't know after how many years time only we'll be doing it.. I wished I have some kind of personal assistance, that would do all this things for me.. Yeah right, keep dreaming.. I'm no Paris Hilton. I just have to swallow the bitter fact that I have to do this all by myself.. This sucks man.. Seriously, and fuckingly sucks!
Anyway, for now.. I just have keep everything organised write them down..write them ALL DOWN... then I'm out of the house and get all those things at one shot.
and once in while, I get distracted by random thoughts.. for example ... the bungee jump thing... AGAIN.. The cute guy in MPH.. *grins* .. Oh, yesterday I decided that, if.. IF I cannot make it into medic.. if I fail and continue to fail like some pathetic loser.. Then... I'll join the army. Seriously. But.. the problem is.. Hello, you're in Malaysia.. They don't need the army because nobody wants to take over this country... because the leaders all love to sodomise each other and call each other immigrants... and while other countries are equipped with atomic, nuclear,hydrogen bomb.... We only got some C4 explosives which are capable to blow up some Mongolian chic in pieces... Other countries have warships and huge submarine which can DIVE.. our can only sink but cannot emerge.. & if and if there's really a war.. We won't use guns, and instead use silat and keris to fight the enemy to keep our "Ketuanan Melayu" spirit intact.. and if there's no jungle.. We will definitely lose. No corner to relak mah..
Well, that's just the worst case scenario if and only if I don't pass....
Well, this is the first time, going out here and there for last minute shopping.. because last time, I had no license. I have license now.. which is quite a blessing.. I get to zoom here and there.. Though the fines I got is quite a pain in the ass. Last time, I had no money, all the money comes from my mother's big purse.. Now I have money in my bank (though it's still my parents money, but consider it mine because I get to use and spend it with my own wise brain).
So what the hell am I still blogging and not out there with my ass scouting my needs??? Seriously, I don't know. I don't even know what I want.. I'm still too occupied with the thoughts of going bungee jumping with a bridal gown from Vera Wang with Miss Chai...which I don't know after how many years time only we'll be doing it.. I wished I have some kind of personal assistance, that would do all this things for me.. Yeah right, keep dreaming.. I'm no Paris Hilton. I just have to swallow the bitter fact that I have to do this all by myself.. This sucks man.. Seriously, and fuckingly sucks!
Anyway, for now.. I just have keep everything organised write them down..write them ALL DOWN... then I'm out of the house and get all those things at one shot.
and once in while, I get distracted by random thoughts.. for example ... the bungee jump thing... AGAIN.. The cute guy in MPH.. *grins* .. Oh, yesterday I decided that, if.. IF I cannot make it into medic.. if I fail and continue to fail like some pathetic loser.. Then... I'll join the army. Seriously. But.. the problem is.. Hello, you're in Malaysia.. They don't need the army because nobody wants to take over this country... because the leaders all love to sodomise each other and call each other immigrants... and while other countries are equipped with atomic, nuclear,hydrogen bomb.... We only got some C4 explosives which are capable to blow up some Mongolian chic in pieces... Other countries have warships and huge submarine which can DIVE.. our can only sink but cannot emerge.. & if and if there's really a war.. We won't use guns, and instead use silat and keris to fight the enemy to keep our "Ketuanan Melayu" spirit intact.. and if there's no jungle.. We will definitely lose. No corner to relak mah..
Well, that's just the worst case scenario if and only if I don't pass....
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Book Attraction
This week, I will make my final visit to MPH store.. before I exit this god damn country... Yes, to the MPH store.. I have 2 reasons to go there.. 1st to grab a few novels to let the time on the plane to be more interesting (which is kind off the main reason)... the 2nd (although its not the main reason, it's the urge that makes me go) to sneak the last peek on that cute guy who works there.. (ok... I think this the main reason).. Yes, I've been stalking this guy in MPH for almost a month...
So, it started with one random day, I decided to invest all my free time to books, so I took a trip to MPH.. So, as I was scanning for good reads, I spotted him behind me.. He was, of course a worker who works there as he was wearing the strikingly red uniform that all MPH staff wore, and he was arranging the books on the shelves... At first, I just ignored him like everyone does and continue to find books that catch my eye....but then, when he moved to the shelves next to me, I saw a great glimpse of his facial feature.... Suddenly, all my eyes darted towards that guy beside me.... He's quite tall.. of course much taller than me... oh ya, he's a chinese.. with such adorable eyes..... and did I mention that he was cute?? .. Well, he's cute to me.. So, there I was, staring at some strangers, with my mouth half opened... seriously, it was quite embarrassing and a weird thing to do...
Anyway, because of my height, he probably didn't notice me, not that he would anyway.. I'm just another customer in the shop... So, after arranging the books, he walked to the other shelves, oblivious to my existence.. Don't get me wrong, I'm not hurt.... It's perfectly normal... But what's not normal.. to me.. because I never do this sort of thing and I don't do this kind of thing... I started to follow him around....wow.. what a stalker.. & when I realised myself doing such things, I think this is just completely ridiculous, so I walked back to my original shelves and start looking for good titles.. But occasionally, I would turn my head to find where he was..
& that wasn't it.. After that day, I started to go to the bookstore frequently.. FREQUENTLY.. as in.... one or two days in a week... Of course, I had an excuse to go there because I just finish reading and I need reloading of novels to pass my time...
Seriously, 3 months of doing nothing, really starts to do funny things to you.. During this 3 months, the internet is no longer an interest to me.. I blogged often to keep my thoughts intact.. I went on Facebook to check what is happening recently but I don't feel the need to ask more... What I see, is what I get.. Sometimes I get angry when I go on Facebook because I see so many unnecessary things which I don't want to elaborate.. True enough, I don't want to bother about the outside world.. I just want to be around books.. Yes, define bookworm.. I give you one right here.. Of course, 3 months of doing nothing also brought alot of realisation.. I realised I loved my sister more than I expected.. & I grew to be patient with her.. I hate to admit, but playing and singing with my sister was and still is, quite a joy.. I rather be with her than infront of the computer.. & when I'm not playing, I would indulged in my books..
Also, 3 months of doing nothing, just make me do things that I usually don't do...
for example, stalking that cute MPH staff... every few days in a week. Well, it's not exactly stalking, I would just go there and find books.. and occasionally, I would walked around and find him sitting at the counter or arranging books... Well I don't think I have crush on him.. I mean, I don't find myself day dreaming about him, but I just want to see him when I'm in the store.. I just want to look and observe him... & of course sometimes he notices me and sometimes our eyes met for 1 split second and I would burrow my head back into the books.. He does look at me, but maybe not in a weird way.. as I am still their regular customer..
Oh, He spoke to me too.. once.. If you call that speaking...He asked me whether I want to apply for membership card... Well, I rejected while I know I should have to make the time longer.. but silly me..
& last week, when I was helping out for the International Woman's Day event held in main centre of Jusco, I saw him again.. This time, without his red glowing uniform... It's his off day.. He saw me too.. I was coming up the escalator, while he walked past me.. I swear to fucking god he turned his head and looked at me for a split second....& then when I was at my booth table.. I saw him on the opposite side, walking.. & again.. I swear on to Holy Mother of all names.. that he looked at me.... from there.. to there..... I try not to sound so like lovestruck puppy.. because I know that I don't have that feelings towards him.. It's just that I like looking at him... See the difference??
Anyway..... I'm leaving next two weeks.. and probably the next trip to the book store would be the last time I see him... Well.. let's just say I want to keep him as a memory.. Well, call it fate, worker or customer.. we were meant to cross path...
If I ever have the chance to see him again.. I definately will marched up straight to him and say:
yes.. if I have the guts..
p.s till now, I've been to the bookstore for almost 10 times.
So, it started with one random day, I decided to invest all my free time to books, so I took a trip to MPH.. So, as I was scanning for good reads, I spotted him behind me.. He was, of course a worker who works there as he was wearing the strikingly red uniform that all MPH staff wore, and he was arranging the books on the shelves... At first, I just ignored him like everyone does and continue to find books that catch my eye....but then, when he moved to the shelves next to me, I saw a great glimpse of his facial feature.... Suddenly, all my eyes darted towards that guy beside me.... He's quite tall.. of course much taller than me... oh ya, he's a chinese.. with such adorable eyes..... and did I mention that he was cute?? .. Well, he's cute to me.. So, there I was, staring at some strangers, with my mouth half opened... seriously, it was quite embarrassing and a weird thing to do...
Anyway, because of my height, he probably didn't notice me, not that he would anyway.. I'm just another customer in the shop... So, after arranging the books, he walked to the other shelves, oblivious to my existence.. Don't get me wrong, I'm not hurt.... It's perfectly normal... But what's not normal.. to me.. because I never do this sort of thing and I don't do this kind of thing... I started to follow him around....wow.. what a stalker.. & when I realised myself doing such things, I think this is just completely ridiculous, so I walked back to my original shelves and start looking for good titles.. But occasionally, I would turn my head to find where he was..
& that wasn't it.. After that day, I started to go to the bookstore frequently.. FREQUENTLY.. as in.... one or two days in a week... Of course, I had an excuse to go there because I just finish reading and I need reloading of novels to pass my time...
Seriously, 3 months of doing nothing, really starts to do funny things to you.. During this 3 months, the internet is no longer an interest to me.. I blogged often to keep my thoughts intact.. I went on Facebook to check what is happening recently but I don't feel the need to ask more... What I see, is what I get.. Sometimes I get angry when I go on Facebook because I see so many unnecessary things which I don't want to elaborate.. True enough, I don't want to bother about the outside world.. I just want to be around books.. Yes, define bookworm.. I give you one right here.. Of course, 3 months of doing nothing also brought alot of realisation.. I realised I loved my sister more than I expected.. & I grew to be patient with her.. I hate to admit, but playing and singing with my sister was and still is, quite a joy.. I rather be with her than infront of the computer.. & when I'm not playing, I would indulged in my books..
Also, 3 months of doing nothing, just make me do things that I usually don't do...
for example, stalking that cute MPH staff... every few days in a week. Well, it's not exactly stalking, I would just go there and find books.. and occasionally, I would walked around and find him sitting at the counter or arranging books... Well I don't think I have crush on him.. I mean, I don't find myself day dreaming about him, but I just want to see him when I'm in the store.. I just want to look and observe him... & of course sometimes he notices me and sometimes our eyes met for 1 split second and I would burrow my head back into the books.. He does look at me, but maybe not in a weird way.. as I am still their regular customer..
Oh, He spoke to me too.. once.. If you call that speaking...He asked me whether I want to apply for membership card... Well, I rejected while I know I should have to make the time longer.. but silly me..
& last week, when I was helping out for the International Woman's Day event held in main centre of Jusco, I saw him again.. This time, without his red glowing uniform... It's his off day.. He saw me too.. I was coming up the escalator, while he walked past me.. I swear to fucking god he turned his head and looked at me for a split second....& then when I was at my booth table.. I saw him on the opposite side, walking.. & again.. I swear on to Holy Mother of all names.. that he looked at me.... from there.. to there..... I try not to sound so like lovestruck puppy.. because I know that I don't have that feelings towards him.. It's just that I like looking at him... See the difference??
Anyway..... I'm leaving next two weeks.. and probably the next trip to the book store would be the last time I see him... Well.. let's just say I want to keep him as a memory.. Well, call it fate, worker or customer.. we were meant to cross path...
If I ever have the chance to see him again.. I definately will marched up straight to him and say:
Hey, you're cute.. Can I be your friend????
yes.. if I have the guts..
p.s till now, I've been to the bookstore for almost 10 times.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Habits and Phone Calls
I have this particular habit that sometimes keep me amused during a boring day.. Yes, I have a lot of habits... Some which are not so healthy, and some which are just normal habits...
Sometimes, I get anonymous call by some anonymous person... & I would answer the phone with the normal "Hello tone" with the thought of a friend in my mind... but, on the other line, I would not get back the same reply... I guess this person must have dialed my number wrongly and without them knowing... So, instead of ending the call.. I would just linger on with the phone, trying to listen to the background noise.. thinking maybe I would catch a familiar tone..or guessing what is happening on the other end.. Sometimes, I can hear my mother's voice at the end, speaking.. sometimes I can hear baby crying.. sometimes even somebody shouting.. It's kind of amusing actually..despite that this person is losing who knows how much phone credit.. well.. that's his problem.
& sometimes it took about half an hour for that poor fella to realise it... Well, I'm still grateful to that person for making the half an hour of mine amusing.. and when they realise that, the call will eventually end.. and then, it was just me again...
and that's my cue to sink back into my reading world...
p.s The slow internet connection occasionally fucked my patience..
Sometimes, I get anonymous call by some anonymous person... & I would answer the phone with the normal "Hello tone" with the thought of a friend in my mind... but, on the other line, I would not get back the same reply... I guess this person must have dialed my number wrongly and without them knowing... So, instead of ending the call.. I would just linger on with the phone, trying to listen to the background noise.. thinking maybe I would catch a familiar tone..or guessing what is happening on the other end.. Sometimes, I can hear my mother's voice at the end, speaking.. sometimes I can hear baby crying.. sometimes even somebody shouting.. It's kind of amusing actually..despite that this person is losing who knows how much phone credit.. well.. that's his problem.
& sometimes it took about half an hour for that poor fella to realise it... Well, I'm still grateful to that person for making the half an hour of mine amusing.. and when they realise that, the call will eventually end.. and then, it was just me again...
and that's my cue to sink back into my reading world...
p.s The slow internet connection occasionally fucked my patience..
Saturday, March 6, 2010
I Don't Want to Leave you, but I'm always Leaving you...
Before dozing off in the afternoon, I have tonnes of inspiration about what to blog... & then when I woke up groggy and disorientated, I felt my brain was like mashed potatoes, you know like the KFC's one..
After minutes of deep searching, there're just no ideas..so what the hell.. I decided to go random this time...
Ok, so let's see...
Few days ago, (three days ago, to be exact) I bought this book " The Time Traveller's Wife" from the local book store just to keep my days flying..
Yes, from the title you can see it's a love story.. (note the wife?)
Anyway,
Though I've haven't finish reading it yet, but at first I felt that this book is not all that interesting.. Sometimes, I see myself flipping through the pages... and there are times when I just took one look and then just closed the book.. Well, it's just because I'm yet to reached the climax.. You know when the climax is coming soon when all the problems start coming out... I'm still hold my expectations high on this book, because the story just started to get interested....
It's even on motion pictures!! I so wanna watch this.. Rachel Mcadams plays the wife, and the Eric Bana plays the forever leaving husband..
Yes, Eric Bana.. remember the hunk from Troy?? Paris' older brother..
But I guess the ending would be tragic...Some one must at least die.. that's how the story can be interesting... Because no sadness is sad enough compared to the grief for the death of a beloved..
After minutes of deep searching, there're just no ideas..so what the hell.. I decided to go random this time...
Ok, so let's see...
Few days ago, (three days ago, to be exact) I bought this book " The Time Traveller's Wife" from the local book store just to keep my days flying..
Yes, from the title you can see it's a love story.. (note the wife?)
Anyway,
It is a love story about a man with a genetic disorder that causes him to time travel unpredictably, and about his wife, an artist, who has to cope with his frequent absences and dangerous experiences.
(Adapted from Wikipedia)
Though I've haven't finish reading it yet, but at first I felt that this book is not all that interesting.. Sometimes, I see myself flipping through the pages... and there are times when I just took one look and then just closed the book.. Well, it's just because I'm yet to reached the climax.. You know when the climax is coming soon when all the problems start coming out... I'm still hold my expectations high on this book, because the story just started to get interested....
It's even on motion pictures!! I so wanna watch this.. Rachel Mcadams plays the wife, and the Eric Bana plays the forever leaving husband..
Yes, Eric Bana.. remember the hunk from Troy?? Paris' older brother..
But I guess the ending would be tragic...Some one must at least die.. that's how the story can be interesting... Because no sadness is sad enough compared to the grief for the death of a beloved..
" Time is nothing" - The Time Traveller's Wife..
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Go Make Some Impressions...
Let's set aside the critics and the mocking that I usually do.. Just for this post, I would not use any foul words. Actually, the truth is, I had just taken my supper and I'm reluctant to sleep because I know that once I wake up tomorrow, I''ll be looking at a ball in front of the mirror. So, to pass time quickly, I decide to blog, again.
*I'm sorry if my blog is always about me, me and more me.. It may be boring, who knows, down right annoying.. Well, too bad.. I like to blog how the world revolves around ME*
Anyway....
I know I have forgotten alot of people..& also have a fair share on people forgetting me... But I don't mind, because I get to disappear and be invisible.. How many people can pull that off??
p.s That's why I say, Humans are like Robot.. Once your brain fucked up, you go malfunction.
*I'm sorry if my blog is always about me, me and more me.. It may be boring, who knows, down right annoying.. Well, too bad.. I like to blog how the world revolves around ME*
Anyway....
Just now, I was checking one of my friend's profile in Facebook. This friend of mine is an old friend. We're not exactly close.. We don't really click, because we never tried clicking. Years ago, if we bumped into each other, we would either smile or exchange "Hi" . Now, if we were so fated to bumped into each other again, I think both of us would just walk passed each others as if we never met. & how I winded up in her profile, it's because I saw a photo of her and boy, which makes me curious whether she's in a relationship or not.. Call it busybody or what, it doesn't hurt to be curious. So I went into her profile and check out her recent wall post. Then, I happened to come across this friend of hers posting at her wall asking about how she was doing.. Her reply is :
"I'm fine, may I know who you are??"
May I know who you are?? Her name was just right above, & yet this friend of mine couldn't even remember... I'm not blaming her or accusing her for being ingrate... My point is, if you don't make an impression, you'll be forgotten.
To me, I think humans are very insignificant.. that's why they are so easily forgotten. & Some of them know this fact, that is why they try so hard to get attention. Because, once you'get recognition, you're printed into their minds. But if your just so unimportant, you'll just fade away. That's the sad fact.
So,
To me, I think humans are very insignificant.. that's why they are so easily forgotten. & Some of them know this fact, that is why they try so hard to get attention. Because, once you'get recognition, you're printed into their minds. But if your just so unimportant, you'll just fade away. That's the sad fact.
So,
How many people have you forgotten??
How many people have forgotten you??
How many people have forgotten you??
I know I have forgotten alot of people..& also have a fair share on people forgetting me... But I don't mind, because I get to disappear and be invisible.. How many people can pull that off??
Some may say I'm a pessimist.. but I think that I look at things at a different direction.
p.s That's why I say, Humans are like Robot.. Once your brain fucked up, you go malfunction.
Letter to Lady Luck
33, Lucky Avenue,
Imagination Park,
00000, Heaven.
Imagination Park,
00000, Heaven.
Dear Lady Luck,
Hi, how are you??? You're one heck of a busy lady. Bestowing luck and taking luck from different low life person every single day.. I know you hate your job, like very much hate it, because you don't get paid for every luck you give and people mostly think that you don't exist and the luck given to them is fated or just plain accident.. I know, I understand exactly how you feel.. note that I highlighted and bold "exactly" in red shows that I really comprehend your situation. It sucks being invisible... Anyway, I'm guessing that you know me, you know, the short 19 year old girl?? The girl where sometimes (I think) you accidently gave me some bad luck not on purpose... I don't blame you, you must had a very bad day on those days.. I understand.. But today, I think I should gives you some heads up to prevent 2nd time happenings like today, which will be explained in detail if you continue reading..
Yes Lady Luck, I perfectly know that I don't know how to cook.. but You don't have to cause misfortune to me everytime I tried to dish up something... It's very hurting you know, plus the fact that I'm hungry, makes the problem far more aggravating.. Girls like age of mine, or maybe younger, tend to get very hungry easily.. & also often in a bad time.. especially at night..blame it on our raging hormones.. When we get PMS, we eat more too.. so have some pity for us girls.. & if we are hungry, we will be hungry..... we will stay hungry, no matter how much we force ourselves to sleep.. we will still be awake, because we're still hungry.. that is why they say: If a girl is hungry, feed her. (I don't know who said that, maybe it was me) So, now you understand why I was in the kitchen at 12am.. I know that I can't cook, but I can make something which is edible to me.. and only me. I don't mind, as long as I can eat. That is why, I hope you won't give me any misfortune anymore.
It's very annoying when you just finished frying some spaghetti in olive oil and garlic, and then ended up cleaning and wiping the kitchen floor, because you just "accidently", without grace, pour half of the food on to the open floor. I know that I'm clumsy and lazy, heck I ate out of a wok, who doesn't? It saves time and also water.. Or Maybe you were just concern when you saw how I cook... I assure you that it is 100% edible, although it may be too salty and not appetizing.. However, it doesn't give you an excuse to knock half of my wok of spaghetti to the floor.. Do you know how hard it is to get the oil stain of the floor.. Even till now, the floor is still oily eventhough I mopped it few times... It really took the enthusiasm of eating right out of me...
So you see, I'm writing to you to request that you would go low on me, and maybe spare me a few luck next time?? I reckon that this letter may be 1st or maybe 3rd letter you received, knowing that how little people believed you actually exist!!! It's ok, don't be so hard on yourself.. I also know about your past relationship that made you so disorientated in your job.. For example, how the asshole Mr Fate abandoned you at the altar, and eloped with Miss Destiny 2 years ago, ( I must admit, Miss Destiny was a hell of a bodacious babe, but you're a beauty on the inside, it takes time for people to figure out) and Mr Miracle was just plain gay! But work and personal stuff are different, you should keep it apart.. So please, have a good judgment next time. I hope the next time I cook, I get to eat right after I finished cooking, and not caught up with cleaning business after cooking... I can tolerate, but I'm not patient. So, you really don't want me cussing swear words at you, right?? Because, the next unlucky person would be you.. & I hate seeing you jobless, cause you're doing a damn good job for others..
Thank you very much.. I don't expect replies, but I don't mind hearing back from you..
Love,
The girl who can't fucking cook.
p.s I think I would be the next person in FML stating that how my mother in law bribed my husband to divorce me because I can't cook.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Romeo and Juliet..
" For never was a story of more woe/ Than this of Juliet and her Romeo",
that was what William Shakespeare said after he conclude his infamous play "Romeo and Juliet"...Bullshit lah....
The story behind Romeo and Juliet is actually about an elope plan gone wrong worst case scenario.. It's not about how two immature dimwits, who are bound to cross paths because both families were crossing each other boundaries with swords and blood, then naturally (as if it was fated) fell deeply, madly, lustfully ,head over heels in love which of course involved --> SEX (sorry lah, human nature), & later on, they found out that their oh-so-beautiful love life was forbidden, which lead to the girl devising a plan where she pretended to commit suicide and later rose up from her crypt where she can run and fall gracefully into her lover's embrace.. then both love birds will ride on together towards the sunset and live happily ever after..
Too bad lah, her Romeo didn't get the message.. & thought she really took her life, and soon, following her footsteps as he was blinded by grief, foolishly drank a bottle of poison to reunite with his Juliet forever in eternal damnation.. which then, to find out later that the dead girl beside him wasn't dead but just faking dead.. but it was too late.. so.. (stereotype story always end the same way).. The dead girl rose up from the dead like Jesus only that, she's not that holy.. and found her dead lover beside her (wth??!! I'm supposed to fake dead.. not you) .. and then decided to really die once and for all.. took a knife..--- stab---- die..... & story concludes about the tale of two star-crossed lovers... Seriously, I don't know whether she killed herself because her saw how unorganised the plan was, or she was confused who was supposed to fake dead..
I find the story quite amusing actually.. To me, the actual play in words.. is boring.. Yes.. if you watch the movie Romeo+ Juliet... maybe you already bawled your eyes out... & if you hear the song Romeo and Juliet, you would go into depression.. & if you watch the anime Romeo x Juliet.. I don't know what you'll do to cope with the ending.. Yeah, boohoo.. so sad... whatever... There's a lot of things that you don't know about Romeo and Juliet.. (I'm not implementing that I know alot too)...
Anyway.. the love between Romeo and Juliet.. is not love.. in my opinion of course. It's just a mad puppy crush.. Juliet was just a 13 year old dumb blonde( whatever the colour of her hair, she's still dumb).. Come on, when I was 13.. I closed my eyes when I come across and kissing scene plus.. you see the 13 year old now.. all capable to have sex meh?? .. & Romeo.. at first was "claimed" to be in love with Rosaline.. some insignificant character... till he saw Juliet in a party.. & it was "Love at first sight".... In my definition, Romeo is a "playboy" (see one, like one) or you can call him " Mr flower (fa fa gong zi) in chinese)... So you see.. what they called LOVE.. at that time was just.. Lust.. Maybe Juliet was so goddamn sexy and Romeo was hell of a hunk.. so don't blame them if they can't resist each other...
So that sums up my drastically shortened- wouldn't bother to explain every detail-summary...
after all.. it's just my thoughts..
Oh, I'm so gonna re-watch this..
P.s If you happens to be the bawled your eyes-so worship Romeo and Juliet fan... I didn't say Romeo and Juliet was bad... I just love to critic things when I'm bored... Forgive a bored person will ya??
Friday, February 26, 2010
Feedback.
I'm back from the Land of gay Lions aka Singapore (Adapted from Kumar jokes).... and after this trip, I will never mock Singaporeans as kia-su naive people who are down to earth morons when it comes to shopping, and everything.... except education... Yeah, they're still quite competitive when its education.. But what I meant was.. I LOVE SINGAPORE!!..
because of the weather which was way more cooler and windier than Ipoh,
because it was my first Shop-till-you-drop time, where I practically used up all my money and I'm very very satisfied.. (& mind you, shopping usually bores me unless I need something)
because the clothes there are way better than Ipoh's Jusco's ones..
because the place is much more organised than Malaysia..
because their transport system is way cooler than KL's LRT..
because ... its Singapore!
Why can't Malaysia can be as systematic as Singapore? Yes, maybe you can say that Singapore is a small country, easy to organise, easy to rule.. Eh hello? Malaysia is not exactly a big country okay. Compared to China, Australia, United States.. Malaysia is as big as your own cock... So don't say because Singapore is a small country..
The problem is, all the people in charge of the changing the country is either sleeping, corrupting or sodomising other citizens.. If you want a change, you better be brave.. That's all I can say... I don't want to rant so much about politics here..
Anyway (changing topic), the CNY mood is over as everybody continue on with tests and studies.... I saw alot of whining and ranting about how hard it is to get over Chinese New Year and the holidays on facebook, everybody's favourite website... Yeah, well that's all your problems.. Life gotta continue on whether you like it or not...It's up to you whether you want to keep looking back how much time you enjoyed with friends and family, or just start to enjoy your present for a more comfortable future..
So I have one more month, or maybe three weeks if the visa process speeds up, then I'll be on my way to the largest country in the world. *squeals* I can't wait.. finally I'm going to Uni.. Long time ago, University, to me was like 1000 years later... and now I can't believe that I'm already at this phase or proceeding to this phase, you may say. I wouldn't deny that I would go through alot of hardships, or nerve wracking choices, or even death defying decisions.. yeah, that's the fun of growing up... Just you and the world...
I noticed that I've been quite happy lately... I don't know is it whether I changed my blogging style, or Mr Sunshine just finally decided that he had enough of my emo thoughts.. Looking back at those old posts, I find myself very silly.. yeah.. but that's all the past.. You only have two choices, either do what you want and move on or be sad, caught in your thoughts, & not choosing your stand..... Well, I think Mr Sunshine, is staying quite awhile..
p.s Wonders what to update for the next post...
because of the weather which was way more cooler and windier than Ipoh,
because it was my first Shop-till-you-drop time, where I practically used up all my money and I'm very very satisfied.. (& mind you, shopping usually bores me unless I need something)
because the clothes there are way better than Ipoh's Jusco's ones..
because the place is much more organised than Malaysia..
because their transport system is way cooler than KL's LRT..
because ... its Singapore!
Why can't Malaysia can be as systematic as Singapore? Yes, maybe you can say that Singapore is a small country, easy to organise, easy to rule.. Eh hello? Malaysia is not exactly a big country okay. Compared to China, Australia, United States.. Malaysia is as big as your own cock... So don't say because Singapore is a small country..
The problem is, all the people in charge of the changing the country is either sleeping, corrupting or sodomising other citizens.. If you want a change, you better be brave.. That's all I can say... I don't want to rant so much about politics here..
Anyway (changing topic), the CNY mood is over as everybody continue on with tests and studies.... I saw alot of whining and ranting about how hard it is to get over Chinese New Year and the holidays on facebook, everybody's favourite website... Yeah, well that's all your problems.. Life gotta continue on whether you like it or not...It's up to you whether you want to keep looking back how much time you enjoyed with friends and family, or just start to enjoy your present for a more comfortable future..
So I have one more month, or maybe three weeks if the visa process speeds up, then I'll be on my way to the largest country in the world. *squeals* I can't wait.. finally I'm going to Uni.. Long time ago, University, to me was like 1000 years later... and now I can't believe that I'm already at this phase or proceeding to this phase, you may say. I wouldn't deny that I would go through alot of hardships, or nerve wracking choices, or even death defying decisions.. yeah, that's the fun of growing up... Just you and the world...
I noticed that I've been quite happy lately... I don't know is it whether I changed my blogging style, or Mr Sunshine just finally decided that he had enough of my emo thoughts.. Looking back at those old posts, I find myself very silly.. yeah.. but that's all the past.. You only have two choices, either do what you want and move on or be sad, caught in your thoughts, & not choosing your stand..... Well, I think Mr Sunshine, is staying quite awhile..
p.s Wonders what to update for the next post...
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
I Love Jeffrey Lee
*Yes, this is about my brother... If you think its no big deal & boring, go and fuck yourself a few times... No one ask you to read*
Happy 18th Birthday Sibling..
18 years ago, I thought I was the center of attention as I celebrate my 1st year birthday for the very first time... Who knows... The next day, I was dethroned.. by a rascal.. who decided to plop out of my mother's womb coincidentally.... Just like that, like a snap.. I had a brother..
& now.. 18 years later.... He's 18 years old..
Happy Birthday sibling..
Though you have been more than a pain in my ass, a bloody fucktard... haha... but I admit that I'm proud to have you as a brother...because you rock my world...
Rock on bro...
Even though you still have identity crisis... lol..You'll forever be my little brother..
p.s This post was meant to be long and meaningful, full of sarcasm and the same time loving... but because the air con had just fucked up my brain.. that's why the post sound so like diarrhea... but it's the heart that matters right?? Forgive me please...
Happy 18th Birthday Sibling..
18 years ago, I thought I was the center of attention as I celebrate my 1st year birthday for the very first time... Who knows... The next day, I was dethroned.. by a rascal.. who decided to plop out of my mother's womb coincidentally.... Just like that, like a snap.. I had a brother..
& now.. 18 years later.... He's 18 years old..
Happy Birthday sibling..
Though you have been more than a pain in my ass, a bloody fucktard... haha... but I admit that I'm proud to have you as a brother...because you rock my world...
Rock on bro...
Even though you still have identity crisis... lol..You'll forever be my little brother..
p.s This post was meant to be long and meaningful, full of sarcasm and the same time loving... but because the air con had just fucked up my brain.. that's why the post sound so like diarrhea... but it's the heart that matters right?? Forgive me please...
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Chinese New Year.. & Valentines Day... which is so overrated.. urgh..
Chinese New Year is officially over.. for me of course... In fact, my chinese new year celebration ended after the 1st day of Chinese New Year.... Yeah, all this while my chinese new year only consist of 2 days.. Chinese New Year Eve.. and Chinese New Year.. that's it.. the rest were.. school holidays.. though I still get angpau from others.. but I don't seem to show any enthusiasm after the 1st day...
The only thing I enjoy is eating mandarin oranges.. lots n lots of it till I shit myself upside down.. and Kuih Ka pet..... Oh ya, and happy nuts.. which doesn't really makes you happy (but very addictive)..
But of course, if you were speaking about childhood... I wouldn't deny that I love Chinese New Year...When I was just a little girl.. Chinese New Year was the BOMB! to me... It's like the second best to Christmas.... & Hari Raya would be 2nd runner up... I wouldn't give a shit about Deepavali...
I remembered on the very 1st day of Chinese New Year, we would get up early.... put on new clothes.. go give parents drink tea all those stuff.. bla bla bla... then the best thing... Ang paus... not just from family.. Friends of family who came ( we never go bai nian. coz, my grandparents are the eldest.. so everybody come to us) & then they would give u ang paus... & we graciously accept.. and run off to a small corner, and impatiently tear open.... TEAR.. like... furiously ripped off the packet.. not slowly, take my time opening the seal to see how much money we get..Then, we would go to the neighbouring houses shouting
Of course, when we are small, we don't really give a damn about manners unless we were infront of our parents whose hands are gripping the terrifying cane... So, we would see how much money we got... sometimes we get RM5 which is alot to us.. sometimes RM1.. which is still acceptable... some ah.... ai yor.... coins!! 20 cents, 50 cents COINS!!! Which of coz is a big disappointment for us.. & to cope with that, we would exclaimed loudly :
Then, I will compare with my brother how much ang pau we got... My brother always wins.. I don't know why. Till now, I still have no idea why... Anyway, that was when you are small.. like tiny small.. where people still think you are cute.. Then grow up a few years... you do that, you get a door slammed in front of your face.. Chinese New Year.. is not as fun as it is already....
& now... On this Chinese New Year day... I slept in the whole morning... see.. just another damn day... don't blame me... I'm half chinese...
Last time, you get to play with fireworks... legally.... till some kids decided to blow up their fingers thus its decided fireworks are dangerous... though you still see people playing fireworks these days... but less... Like this year, some guy was caught for setting fire crackers.... how ridiculous is that... It's not that he set fire crackers all the time, its just only for festive season... & it's just only for that particular day.. like that also catch...
I noticed there are lots of people quite disappointed with this year's major clashes of events.. Like Chinese New Year and Valentines Day... I mean come on... that Valentines Day is for the Western side.... I mean for chinese.. the official Valentines days falls on the 15th day of the Chinese New Year, right??? Where in the olden days, young chinese virgins would go and throw mandarin oranges into the river.. and expect some young handsome scholar who isn't gay (there were no such thing as prince charming riding on the horse.. or knight in shining armour) picks up the orange.. then instead of riding off together towards the sunset.. the dude will then propose to the desperate gal or parents, which results in marriage, which is the union of both young man and young women... which proceeds to sex where they fuck each other happily and of course produce lots and lots of offspring to continue on their herritage....
Of course, this time more modern already, I don't think anybody want to throw mandarin oranges in the river.. I mean... are you sure you wanna pick up a mandarin oranges from the rivers in our country?? If I see a mandarin orange floating on the river... I wouldn't know that it's an orange.. instead thought of it as a shit.. & also, if you want to throw oranges in the river, I don't think you can too.. coz you'll get charge for polluting the river.. Imagine, 10000 hundred gals throwing oranges into the river.. I think before the dude gets the orange, there will be no river.. coz all clogged up... So.. enough with the oranges.. My point is.. you get to celebrate Valentines day what... no big deal.. In fact, the 14th of February wasn't even a lover's day..it was a memorial day for some fella named Saint Valentines...
see how history was twisted...
p.s Someday, I would filled a police car with lots and lots of fireworks and crackers.. lit it.. & then sit back to watch a gigantic display of explosion and combustion.... where engines and metal meets gunpowder... someday..
The only thing I enjoy is eating mandarin oranges.. lots n lots of it till I shit myself upside down.. and Kuih Ka pet..... Oh ya, and happy nuts.. which doesn't really makes you happy (but very addictive)..
But of course, if you were speaking about childhood... I wouldn't deny that I love Chinese New Year...When I was just a little girl.. Chinese New Year was the BOMB! to me... It's like the second best to Christmas.... & Hari Raya would be 2nd runner up... I wouldn't give a shit about Deepavali...
I remembered on the very 1st day of Chinese New Year, we would get up early.... put on new clothes.. go give parents drink tea all those stuff.. bla bla bla... then the best thing... Ang paus... not just from family.. Friends of family who came ( we never go bai nian. coz, my grandparents are the eldest.. so everybody come to us) & then they would give u ang paus... & we graciously accept.. and run off to a small corner, and impatiently tear open.... TEAR.. like... furiously ripped off the packet.. not slowly, take my time opening the seal to see how much money we get..Then, we would go to the neighbouring houses shouting
"Gong Xi Fatt Choi, Fatt Choi, Fatt Choi......"
.. Then the aunties will come out with welcoming hands... and of coz more red packets..Of course, when we are small, we don't really give a damn about manners unless we were infront of our parents whose hands are gripping the terrifying cane... So, we would see how much money we got... sometimes we get RM5 which is alot to us.. sometimes RM1.. which is still acceptable... some ah.... ai yor.... coins!! 20 cents, 50 cents COINS!!! Which of coz is a big disappointment for us.. & to cope with that, we would exclaimed loudly :
" HAH!! SO LITTLE ONLY AH!!"
Gosh, you should see the faces of those aunties... Their first expression was shocked, then in split seconds, you see embarrassment.. then in another split second... smiles.. to hide the embarrassment... All these happen within 2 seconds...Then, I will compare with my brother how much ang pau we got... My brother always wins.. I don't know why. Till now, I still have no idea why... Anyway, that was when you are small.. like tiny small.. where people still think you are cute.. Then grow up a few years... you do that, you get a door slammed in front of your face.. Chinese New Year.. is not as fun as it is already....
& now... On this Chinese New Year day... I slept in the whole morning... see.. just another damn day... don't blame me... I'm half chinese...
Last time, you get to play with fireworks... legally.... till some kids decided to blow up their fingers thus its decided fireworks are dangerous... though you still see people playing fireworks these days... but less... Like this year, some guy was caught for setting fire crackers.... how ridiculous is that... It's not that he set fire crackers all the time, its just only for festive season... & it's just only for that particular day.. like that also catch...
I noticed there are lots of people quite disappointed with this year's major clashes of events.. Like Chinese New Year and Valentines Day... I mean come on... that Valentines Day is for the Western side.... I mean for chinese.. the official Valentines days falls on the 15th day of the Chinese New Year, right??? Where in the olden days, young chinese virgins would go and throw mandarin oranges into the river.. and expect some young handsome scholar who isn't gay (there were no such thing as prince charming riding on the horse.. or knight in shining armour) picks up the orange.. then instead of riding off together towards the sunset.. the dude will then propose to the desperate gal or parents, which results in marriage, which is the union of both young man and young women... which proceeds to sex where they fuck each other happily and of course produce lots and lots of offspring to continue on their herritage....
Of course, this time more modern already, I don't think anybody want to throw mandarin oranges in the river.. I mean... are you sure you wanna pick up a mandarin oranges from the rivers in our country?? If I see a mandarin orange floating on the river... I wouldn't know that it's an orange.. instead thought of it as a shit.. & also, if you want to throw oranges in the river, I don't think you can too.. coz you'll get charge for polluting the river.. Imagine, 10000 hundred gals throwing oranges into the river.. I think before the dude gets the orange, there will be no river.. coz all clogged up... So.. enough with the oranges.. My point is.. you get to celebrate Valentines day what... no big deal.. In fact, the 14th of February wasn't even a lover's day..it was a memorial day for some fella named Saint Valentines...
see how history was twisted...
p.s Someday, I would filled a police car with lots and lots of fireworks and crackers.. lit it.. & then sit back to watch a gigantic display of explosion and combustion.... where engines and metal meets gunpowder... someday..
Friday, February 12, 2010
Bits of Minnie
& Now, please welcome the youngest member of the family...
Minnie
She comes from a generation of many breed.. ( means a mongrel lah!!) I can't wait to see how ugly she turn out to be when she's grown up.. (jz joking).... But she's simply adoring lah.... Couldn't stand to be alone... sticks like glue to you...Never listen to you... bites your finger...maul on your best shoes... Whines in the middle of the night.. afraid of your lil sister..Ya, puppies...You can't get enough of them..
Check out her cute ass! Even hotter than mine.. wtf.
Well, I guess that's all about her.. I'm not gonna elaborate further about her.. Because she's MINE!!
p.s Happy Chinese New Year to all chinese... Yes.. specifically to Chinese Only.. & Happy Valentines day to all new, young,old, unstable, stable couples... May you enjoy that day with ur love ones... to those single ones out there.. thank god because you don't need to crack ur head to think what to do on that day, let alone deciding whether you wanna spend Valentines day with hubby bubby, or New Year with family...
She comes from a generation of many breed.. ( means a mongrel lah!!) I can't wait to see how ugly she turn out to be when she's grown up.. (jz joking).... But she's simply adoring lah.... Couldn't stand to be alone... sticks like glue to you...Never listen to you... bites your finger...maul on your best shoes... Whines in the middle of the night.. afraid of your lil sister..Ya, puppies...You can't get enough of them..
Check out her cute ass! Even hotter than mine.. wtf.
Well, I guess that's all about her.. I'm not gonna elaborate further about her.. Because she's MINE!!
p.s Happy Chinese New Year to all chinese... Yes.. specifically to Chinese Only.. & Happy Valentines day to all new, young,old, unstable, stable couples... May you enjoy that day with ur love ones... to those single ones out there.. thank god because you don't need to crack ur head to think what to do on that day, let alone deciding whether you wanna spend Valentines day with hubby bubby, or New Year with family...
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Morning Walk
Today, my mum woke me up at 8.00am on a Sunday morning with a very ridiculous reason :
Let's go to Polo Ground!!
Fyi, Polo ground (aka Taman Rekreasi Sultan Abdul Aziz)is a park in Ipoh.. kinda big.. People, young and old, male and female, kids and adult all go there for leisure time or exercise...
I pretended not to hear her, she changed her strategy and called upon my sister who is more persistent to wake me up.. First she said:"
Fyi, Polo ground (aka Taman Rekreasi Sultan Abdul Aziz)is a park in Ipoh.. kinda big.. People, young and old, male and female, kids and adult all go there for leisure time or exercise...
I pretended not to hear her, she changed her strategy and called upon my sister who is more persistent to wake me up.. First she said:"
Jie jie, lets go to Polo Ground!! and, and, do cycling..
Then when I said no, she said:
Don't want ah?? Don't want to cycle with ning ning ah? (with a very very disappoint tone, looking down at the floor)
P.s My next post is about my new dog.. Yes.... I got a new dog!!Tell me lah, how to resist?? Even you say no, God forbids you to go back to sleep because your mind keep replaying the disappointed tone " Don't want ah??" So fine, I reluctantly agreed to go...
This is the kind of facial expression when you don't want to do something but forced to do..
So here we arrived in Polo Ground.. Early in the morning, the car park is packed already.... Ooh, I spotted Mat Cool infront of us.. Because of these people, these poor guy have to wake up early to sell Ice Cream.
See... all these people.. No life want.. Early morning come out.. just to mingle with other sweaty people.... Some even bring family!! From great grandfather with wheel chair to small toddlers in strollers... Then, you can see some people full of determination want.. Run few rounds, still want to run, eventhough the whole shirt can squeeze sweat out want. What? Training for Olympics ah? Might as well run with the torch and the Olympic theme song.. got more feel..
& there goes Ning... blending with the sweaty atmosphere...
Wah, got people sell CNY cookies... in the park... How to slim down?? You round few rounds.. you buy her cookies, you eat her cookies, you gain weight, then you come back, & run again.. & buy again.. who knows next time you buy what?? Ice Kacang..
Here's the children-infected playground only that it is not so infected now because it's in the morning.. come again on the evening.. you see the whole playground covered with children top to toe... On the swing, in the slide, ON TOP of the slide... On the monkey bar, around the monkey bar.. here, there and everywhere... here fall down, there fall down.. cry, get up and run again..... see also takut....
Indian uncle selling newspaper... " Eh ah nei, newspaper how much??"
Then in the park, you can see this kind of people.. Dressed in white.... the search for the Holy Grail meh??
Then of course... The Tai-chi gang...
What about ning ning??
Oh Yes. she's still cycling..
This is the platform where mass gathering happens... At night rempits gather here.... in the morning.. like very early ( not now) , Old people gather here to do tai-chi, in the evening, line-dancing, aerobic, you name it... all here...
Oooh.. line dancing ladies....
& when the music start, my mum decided to dance along, because she claims that she wanna lose weight....
There she goes...
Then, she suddenly called me.. and said :
Then she start pulling her bra strap here and there..IN PUBLIC.... @_@FML..
Now this, to us.. all these are a piece of junks to us, to our parents, is some money sucking machines... To the children..... these is Terror.. Every little kids, boy, girl, or transgender.. all want to ride it...
& Here is the 1st customer..
Not long, the whole platform is swarmed with potentials mat rempits...
Wah, wah, wah..Fu yoh.....you see this kid.... Terror!!! So small can do stunts already...
I'm still in protest...
& then God decide that its enough for everybody & decide to rain.... So.. there my morning in a nutshell!
This is the kind of facial expression when you don't want to do something but forced to do..
So here we arrived in Polo Ground.. Early in the morning, the car park is packed already.... Ooh, I spotted Mat Cool infront of us.. Because of these people, these poor guy have to wake up early to sell Ice Cream.
See... all these people.. No life want.. Early morning come out.. just to mingle with other sweaty people.... Some even bring family!! From great grandfather with wheel chair to small toddlers in strollers... Then, you can see some people full of determination want.. Run few rounds, still want to run, eventhough the whole shirt can squeeze sweat out want. What? Training for Olympics ah? Might as well run with the torch and the Olympic theme song.. got more feel..
& there goes Ning... blending with the sweaty atmosphere...
Wah, got people sell CNY cookies... in the park... How to slim down?? You round few rounds.. you buy her cookies, you eat her cookies, you gain weight, then you come back, & run again.. & buy again.. who knows next time you buy what?? Ice Kacang..
Here's the children-infected playground only that it is not so infected now because it's in the morning.. come again on the evening.. you see the whole playground covered with children top to toe... On the swing, in the slide, ON TOP of the slide... On the monkey bar, around the monkey bar.. here, there and everywhere... here fall down, there fall down.. cry, get up and run again..... see also takut....
Indian uncle selling newspaper... " Eh ah nei, newspaper how much??"
Then in the park, you can see this kind of people.. Dressed in white.... the search for the Holy Grail meh??
Then of course... The Tai-chi gang...
What about ning ning??
Oh Yes. she's still cycling..
This is the platform where mass gathering happens... At night rempits gather here.... in the morning.. like very early ( not now) , Old people gather here to do tai-chi, in the evening, line-dancing, aerobic, you name it... all here...
Oooh.. line dancing ladies....
& when the music start, my mum decided to dance along, because she claims that she wanna lose weight....
There she goes...
Then, she suddenly called me.. and said :
" You see!! My breast is jumping!!!!!!"
Then she start pulling her bra strap here and there..IN PUBLIC.... @_@FML..
Now this, to us.. all these are a piece of junks to us, to our parents, is some money sucking machines... To the children..... these is Terror.. Every little kids, boy, girl, or transgender.. all want to ride it...
& Here is the 1st customer..
Not long, the whole platform is swarmed with potentials mat rempits...
Wah, wah, wah..Fu yoh.....you see this kid.... Terror!!! So small can do stunts already...
I'm still in protest...
& then God decide that its enough for everybody & decide to rain.... So.. there my morning in a nutshell!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Art of The Balloons.
Today I decided take on another new perspective. I shall attempt to do the Balloon Art. Have you ever heard of Balloon Art??? Making art out of balloon.
Sometimes, you'll see some weird fuck in the middle of the shopping mall, with humongous red shoes like the Mcdonald ones, white powdered face, crossed eyes, red lips, even redder than your mummy's lipstick, how terror is that, colourful bombed hair-wig, hideous beyond reason, freakinglish tall... so tall till you get neck pain if you stared at him too long... Yes, also commonly known as a "Clown" ..
Or sometimes, you'll see some normal guy, sloppily dressed in the middle of the mall ( Adelaide's rundell mall has alot of these people) holding alot of balloons.. and not just any balloons, long tubed balloons, where he twist and turn, while the kids looked amazed at the sight of the stupendous skills and what comes out from the twisting and turning, a small dog-like or a pirate sword balloon.. You may even get a flower-like balloon if he's hitting on you.. That, is called Balloon Art. & today I decided to take on the challenge...
My mum got it for my sister but she didn't know how to use it. All she does is put the balloons in her mouth.. and start chewing.....
Ok. So first, to administrate the art of Balloon, firstly you need is:
A Manual Guide for Noobs... This is the Bible for Balloon Art.
A Pump. You can use your mouth as alternative. I had no choice but the pump because I couldn't blow balloon.. I tried okay, I tried so hard to inflate using my mouth, and all I get is a puffed cheek, breathless while the balloon still, at its original form.
Heaps and heaps of BALLOONS!!!!!
So, let the art begin..
1. Pick your balloon colour. I chose blue.
2. Insert the tip of the balloon on to the nozzle of the pump.
3. Start pumping.. You can even listen to "Pump it" from Black Eye Peas to get the pumping feeling... do whatever you like, make sure you pump till syok.
4. Tie the balloon.. Trust me, if you don't often play with balloons, tying it will be your worst nightmare.
Now you have perfectly long tubed balloon....
Today I shall attempt to make the Dog Balloon.. Actually, it's the easiest... see, difficulty scale only 1...
This balloon decided that it was too fat and quits on me..
See.... not as easy as it looks... The balloon burst in my face... & pumping the balloon isn't easy either.. requires lots of hand stamina.. plus the tying, my poor hands nearly cramped.
So I tried another one, and this time it's orange colour!!!
After twisting and turning, I got the dog's head and ears done..
Now, the dog have legs.....
Jieng! Jieng! Jieng! Shall we name her Megan Fox??
Sexy right??
Now I shall make a partner for her...
Introducing Shia Lebeouf..........
During the making process, I had some technical error with the balloon and thus the outcome of Mr Sperm aka Private 67.
Mission Accomplished...
It's not hard but not easy...Practice makes perfect! If I can, you surely can also ..... All it takes is some foul words, not so much patience, hand stamina and alot of imagination......
& That concludes today's balloon art......
p.s I swear this is my last time pumping and tying balloons. Anyway, I bet Ning will like it..
Sometimes, you'll see some weird fuck in the middle of the shopping mall, with humongous red shoes like the Mcdonald ones, white powdered face, crossed eyes, red lips, even redder than your mummy's lipstick, how terror is that, colourful bombed hair-wig, hideous beyond reason, freakinglish tall... so tall till you get neck pain if you stared at him too long... Yes, also commonly known as a "Clown" ..
Or sometimes, you'll see some normal guy, sloppily dressed in the middle of the mall ( Adelaide's rundell mall has alot of these people) holding alot of balloons.. and not just any balloons, long tubed balloons, where he twist and turn, while the kids looked amazed at the sight of the stupendous skills and what comes out from the twisting and turning, a small dog-like or a pirate sword balloon.. You may even get a flower-like balloon if he's hitting on you.. That, is called Balloon Art. & today I decided to take on the challenge...
My mum got it for my sister but she didn't know how to use it. All she does is put the balloons in her mouth.. and start chewing.....
Ok. So first, to administrate the art of Balloon, firstly you need is:
A Manual Guide for Noobs... This is the Bible for Balloon Art.
A Pump. You can use your mouth as alternative. I had no choice but the pump because I couldn't blow balloon.. I tried okay, I tried so hard to inflate using my mouth, and all I get is a puffed cheek, breathless while the balloon still, at its original form.
Heaps and heaps of BALLOONS!!!!!
So, let the art begin..
1. Pick your balloon colour. I chose blue.
2. Insert the tip of the balloon on to the nozzle of the pump.
3. Start pumping.. You can even listen to "Pump it" from Black Eye Peas to get the pumping feeling... do whatever you like, make sure you pump till syok.
4. Tie the balloon.. Trust me, if you don't often play with balloons, tying it will be your worst nightmare.
Now you have perfectly long tubed balloon....
Today I shall attempt to make the Dog Balloon.. Actually, it's the easiest... see, difficulty scale only 1...
This balloon decided that it was too fat and quits on me..
See.... not as easy as it looks... The balloon burst in my face... & pumping the balloon isn't easy either.. requires lots of hand stamina.. plus the tying, my poor hands nearly cramped.
So I tried another one, and this time it's orange colour!!!
After twisting and turning, I got the dog's head and ears done..
Now, the dog have legs.....
Jieng! Jieng! Jieng! Shall we name her Megan Fox??
Sexy right??
Now I shall make a partner for her...
Introducing Shia Lebeouf..........
During the making process, I had some technical error with the balloon and thus the outcome of Mr Sperm aka Private 67.
Mission Accomplished...
It's not hard but not easy...Practice makes perfect! If I can, you surely can also ..... All it takes is some foul words, not so much patience, hand stamina and alot of imagination......
& That concludes today's balloon art......
p.s I swear this is my last time pumping and tying balloons. Anyway, I bet Ning will like it..
