Entries for September, 2004

September 1, 2004

...and then she makes a COMEBACK!!!... ...and then she makes a COMEBACK!!!... Posted at 09:21 PM HOLIDAYS first weekend ::: Bukit Merah with Sc2 - jungle trekking, led by dearest Cik. Norhaslina. fu**in leeches!!! and they were sucking their ugly ways up or shoes and up our socks, into our shoes, up the ankles, the shin, the thighs.....arrrgghh. - lucky me, i wore lycra, so those bloody things couldnt go through, and i didnt get the first time experience of being bitten then... *shrugs*. - then at the end of the line, everyone had gone "awwhh...s**t, they're all over me!!...gerrem off, gerrem OFF!!!" *jump jump jump* *screeeeechhh*. i didnt have the guts to look down at my ankles anymore so i had people to do it for me . and up above, citizens coming out from the ecopark were laughing their asses off...BIG UP! YAY!!! - wicked time in the water, came out to get dressed, some of us still had leeches under their shirts. whooptidoo Tuesday When we met Nana... - friggin awesome time as always. Aku No. 1 sucks major. lame jokes. jokes me and my mates make fun of. went bowling. presenting me who graced the alley the other day with strikes and spares . went for a bit of shopping. God knew how many times we browsed the place for EJ's bag. Thursday...all the way till Sunday UNICEF Camp - i recall...first impression on Azuan and gang...hah! we take it back now. - meeting up with jas, zhen and safwan...first impression....we take'em back too... - meetin up with the other humans, not bad. - sessions begin - dorm...with ct, ej, hsiao and shalini. i have too say, 1/4 of us...we weren't too fond of... higlights...:::: ~when azuan started calling ct DINA. and everyone else since then. ~when we created RASA SAYANG into FEELING LOVE and GAN JUET AI and PASAM PONGATHE ~the flies in the food....then eating roti canai at 10.30 in the lecture hall. ~the dato and datin ~the daddy and mummy ~piper, phoebe and paige ~britney's toxic ~the camera hogger ~the jacket hogger ~the one with the..."are u tying up ur hair?...are u wearing trainers?...where are u going?...are u gonna wash ur hair?..." ~the one where she cried ~nenek kebayan, penggal selipar, galah panjang, mahjung paper, belalang and belatuk, team building. ~presentations...loads and LOADS of mahjung paper and marker...and highlighters. ~rina who wants to go to basketball practice but mummy dearest wouldnt let her and turned us into feisty debaters... ~kadazan dance ~min meni meni chinna naichatiram... ~mariah carey, ritney spears, holly valance... ~carpet picnincs ~titanic...where we wee kicked off our lifeboats ~sketch!!! ~lain caranya...whatever!! bitch...*cough* loser/freak... ~bedtime at 3 ~TR YELLLLL in the showers ~late night chats ~sitting on the windowledge on the phone trying to find reception ~sneaking in food ~when he almost took the bedsheets home ~......and TOO much more i had a friggin great time...NUFf said -rest in pieces- Bellefire - Spin the Wheel 6 comments

September 6, 2004

Yours truly, the P-I-p ha-S S-queak-E-D Yours truly, the P-I-p ha-S S-queak-E-D Posted at 09:29 PM I'm pissed. I'm still pissed. For the love of God, yes, pissed is still my current emotional status, kapeesh? To those who can't help but knowing, I'm experiencing an oh-is-it-not-obvious-yet hormonal instability to the cerebral cortex. Being pissed is normal...hah! I wish..*rolls eyes* Here goes; I find it disturbingly irritating when these 2 weeks coming back from the holidays people have been coming up to me with STEWPID remarks and cor-blimey, HORRENDOUS comments that I myself find my ears metaphorically bleed from hearing them. From the scars of insult and remorse and ultimate absurdity just how -okay i'm going overboard and into the waves.. Heck, for all the right reasons. JUst picture that's exactly I should be feeling right now. Hasn't it showed, already? People coming up to me asking me why the glum, smile more, have a laugh (hahaha...nice try). It's not my fault that some people find it a huge complication on how to pose questions or comments or any of the sort in a way where people won't feel like turning the heels. Unfortunately, i'm not the type that'd just walk off from a conversation without a word of "Sorry, I've to go." or "Excuse me." or "Haha...yeah...whatever, cya." ...at the very least. I'd be shooting a bit of sarcasms here and there, but do they get the drift? NO. Do they sensure the 'hello? like, i'm so not having this conversation that's clearly though maybe to you indirectly but hiddenly impolite type of crucial yet barely visible insult that i soooo don't deserve no matter what it is you're trying to tell me because it's an insult ANYWAYS...'? Haha,...yeah right! What comments? What schewpid, horrendous questions? What insulting remarks? Won't you just die to know...Abstractness I shall portray... Having to come back and grace the school grounds, meeting up with my old friends and all, just a couple out of the many of my peers just couldn't help at coming up to me every now and then commenting or some issues that how-can-it-still-not-be-any-clearer sensitive to me. It's something i'd hope to stay away from being questioned by anyone. It's unpleasant, to me at least. I didn't, and still don't find it very conversational to speak of the matter. Circumstances vary from me losing confidence in not only talking to people, but maybe even being in front of some. The degrading of my self-esteem. Offensive in the area where what i 'use' in my personal dailies are being doubted. Comparisons between me and some of the others. et cetra. I don't enjoy it. I hate it. And imagine these being bombarded at me countless times starting the beginning of last week. How was I to respond to such crude verbal gestures? It's not like i'm Athene,....no, Aphrodite! I try only to the extent of where the human capability can reach. Not foremostly for th purpose of shutting up others (okay, that) but most importantly, for MY sakes. MY intentions. MY satisfaction as a normal human herself. I shan't say out the actual issue here because, still, i DON'T want to be seeing myself labelled as i-can't-say-it cause i'm not. i'm just another conscious human being. Like everyone else who wants the best of the best they can get. for PERSONAL satisfaction in prior to. Personal confisdence...and yeah, okay, to shut people up. But come on, people, i'm talking man vs nature here. I put my hands down and let nature carve her artwork. I can' tell her what i want and what to do. Best hope for good. So in the meantime prople, get off my back...please? No entiendo? *shrugs* go figure... Good news...or 50% good news at least...: ~tea was good...i'm going vain on food again. scratch off oil, too much salt, too much sugar. ~i'm going for Brigadoon this saturday...YAY!! ~we might be going to Australia early November....aww pleasepleaseplease...i need a vacation! that is, if mum won't make dad change his mind...grrrrrrrrr ~my kitty has a new girlfriend = him not obeying his curfew... ~finally the house has been filled with food again after late grocery shopping. joy to the world. ~The Da Vinci Code is just STUPENDOUS!! medieval, loads of cool cult, gothic, dark, twisted, mystifying.....pure dismality...or is it dismalness? *shrugs* Reminds me of our visit to Musee du Louvres some time ago. I'll post some picture of Grand Galerie here if i can get the hold of them ~Got a letter from Mrs. hurford. I SO need to reply all of those delayed ones ASAP. Mrs. Hurford's coming in December for Christmas...yay! ~and...other stuff. -resting in pieces- The Da Vinci Code Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out 1 comments

September 11, 2004

The Atmosphere of 'THE DA VINCI CODE' The Atmosphere of 'THE DA VINCI CODE' Posted at 11:02 AM Upon request, i'm posting these pictures of Musee du Louvres when i got the chance to visit it summer 1997. Some of the images are kinda blurry 'cause i snapshot it from a video so...enjoy ... (not that many pictures of the inside of the museum...these are the ones i could find when rummaging through the albums). [img:382564] The Da Vinci Code Natalie Imbruglia - Torn 5 comments

September 11, 2004

and now....The Atmosphere of 'BRIGADOON' and now....The Atmosphere of 'BRIGADOON' Posted at 08:00 PM ...call me wacko but im REALLY feeling reminiscent so just shhhhhhh and indulge Scotland has GOT to be one of my favourite countries like...ever. Aye mate, there cannae be any better than tha land of tha thistles! The Da Vinci Code Thalia - No Me Ensenaste go nuts

September 23, 2004

~Forced Entry~ ~Forced Entry~ Posted at 10:12 PM Aww...u guys love me...u really really do....*sob, sob*....touche... Appetizer: a short story someone told me just a while ago....for my sakes READ IT!!! Harry and the Apple Tree (shove off Isaac Newts!....hahahahahaha) Once upon a time, there lived a little 9 year old who lived in the dewy meadows of Inverness. Somewhere behind the steep hills blanketted by green turf there stood a mighty apple tree which bore luuuuuurrvly Granny Smiths (or Mcintosh...or whatever...i like ganny smith so shush!). Summer had always been the peak blooming season of the year. And also the time when children were to come out and play. Little Harry, being raised in the poor family of the ol' McCleoud clan, had no money to play with lavish toys. So long days he played spinning round and round circling the proud apple tree. So one day, the tree asked (yeah, he asked...shut up and read through), "Son, why are ye not playing with toy trucks or the new Hotwheels turbo triple looped-track set like the McConnaughies?....or the McGillens? It is a fine summer's day for a young lad like you to be playing alone." "I cannae have toys. Mumsie and the Colonel had never enugh notes for clothes, let alone toys..." said the Harry in regret. "Ah, but alas, laddy...take my apples, sell them, and with those money, buy yeself toys." And so Harry did just that and got himself a nice Action Man Goes Scuba Diving set. (yawns...) Harry never came back to play by the apple tree. (aww...poor tree..) --------- 10 years later, Harry came around, the apple tree was overjoyed to see him. "Harry, me boy! Ye remembered me. Come play like days afore, this glen misses your laughter." exclaimed the tree. "Sorry, I am no longer the Peter sunshine ye knew," said Harry sadly. "What's the ma'er, sonny?" he asked. "My parents died recently, and our landlord threw me out for not having to pay the rent. I've nowhere to stay..." said Harry. "Rejoice, Harry. Go on, cut my branches and make yeself a decent home." offered the apple tree. So Harry did just that, and he left, dwelling his newly built home. He didn't show up after that. --------- 20 years later, Harry returned, a middle-aged man, jobless, and nowhere to head. "Harry, me boy! Wh're hath ye been? Come sit by my roots and I'll sing ye Caeonath Cu Chulain, just like old times!" greeted the apple tree brightly. "Nay, I shan't. I am but a young spirited lad ye once knew. And here I am, poor and lonely. I want to run, sail the seas and free my mind. No sails of canvas I have, neither a rickety ol' canoe to paddle around Loch Lomond," explained Harry with a sigh. "Cry not, Harry. Here, cut my trunk. Carve the insides out, make ye a decent boat. Go round the oceans in search of happiness, son. Don't hesitate, the waters await ye," the apple tree insisted kindly. And so Harry chopped down the trunk of the apple tree, rid the branches and leaves, skinned the bark, and dug out the inside and shaped it into a boat with oars and sails. Hence the seas he sailed, a journey which did not bring him back decade after decade. Still the kind apple tree anticipated his return. --------- Half a century flew, like ligt thistles with the northern breeze. The depressed looking stump where a majestic apple tree once stood bore the autumn chills day and night. He forever waited for Harry's comeback. And he never gave up.... So twas the day that was cooler than the long slstice nights that the tree saw an old man on 3 legs strutting towards him from afar. Would he recognise? No doubt. "Tis' been 50 years, young man. Still I know ye won;t forsake me. A round of hide-and-seek, Harry? I'm still wood and roots on this gay meadow," chimed the tree. "Agh, old stump, do ye not witness my wretched figure. Brittle bines and muscles I swear could break if I walked anther 2 and a half mile. I am not a child," responded Harry, clearly no more interested in the tree than he had been the day he got his Action Man. "With all due respect, Harry, I've no plush cushions to comfort ye. still, laddy, come take a seat. My stump is all I've left but I'm not hesitating to donate the last fibre of my being." And so Harry wobbled closer towards the stump and sat relieving his burning kneecaps. --------- The apple tree is a portrait of those who would give...and give, until the last thread of fabric left. Those who'd sacrifice hours, energy, and money to have the best for us. Those who'll never give up, not giving up on the loved. We age further and further away from these people, but they sacrifice and fed our greedy mouths with lavishness, even though it breaks them to lose so much, but to lose us...forever...waiting...and waiting...for our returns but we never turn up...is shattering. Parents. They'll give skin and bones to us, to the point of nothing. So cherish. Angels and Demons Alicia Keys - Diary go nuts

September 23, 2004

The Loo Roll Gazette: #1 The Loo Roll Gazette: #1 Posted at 11:09 PM BREAKING NEWS Front Page: ...and back to her dwelling she returned. I shall mope no more (for now at least =P). Muddy came back!!!!! Thank God. Truly. After being missing for 5 days whole she finally realised she had a loving family here sorrowfully waiting for her return. The last female descendant of the late Anastasia and Simba. I love her so so so so so so so much! For the past cinqo dias I've been going "Mum, 'she home yet?" when I got home. Worried sick. Stray dogs, SICK kids with nothing better to do...Simba went missing 3 years ago after he left the grounds...and history shall not be passed down to his daughter. I remember when we almost buried Muddy alive. Dad just reburied this huge burrow in the garden, Muddy went missing, so I asked dad to re-check the hole....and there she was, face covred in dirt. Muddy dearest. You're one tough chick, don't EVER FRIGGIN" GO MISSING EVER AGAIN!!! ======= Programme Page 5th Formers' Farewell-Graduation Night: ~ Decorations Committee--- All Hallows Night * balloon ghouls, dried-ice, tombstones, zombie hands, bottled brains, spider webs, giant spiders, dried leaves atmosphere, sound effects, pumpkins, goth make-ups >> to be done right after exams ~ MC--- also to be settled right after exams ----------- Drama Performance (also for farewell's night): ~ Props--- plan budget, work on paintings and gathering materials, get help >> to be done right after exams ----------- Settle trips. ----------- General Bulletin - Might be staying at aunt's place in Bangsar for a couple of weeks. YAY! - Might be going for the Vienna Boys' Choir thing at Genting end of Octber. - Can't wait for the fasting month. - Exams....GFUOA!! - I'm going for archery!!...YAY! - Calculating the pros and cons of my future Asst. in the board...hmmm... - ANGELS AND DEMON'S IS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO F***ED UP BRILLIANT!! - Craving for truffle...and Paris and Rome and Egypt and Amsterdam. - Need to study for pop quiz tomorrow. - I LOVE Riverdance. Sports .....addicted to bowling. Don't save me. Obituaries ~ Rest in Peace to : Commander Olivetti, Captain Rocher, Il Camerlengo, Silas, Il Preferiti, Jacque Sauniere, La Senechaux, Remy, La Papa Grande, and all of the related and unmentioned. ~retro_humanoid signing off~ A Taste of Freedom Countess of Cathleen 2 comments