Love and Money - Design Talk of the British

Went* first picture* with *second picture* today at KLCC K Avenue.Love and Money designing talk. After the blood-spitting breakfast at Breadstory. The talk from an Architecture/Landscape Architecture named Ng Sek San talked about his inspiration and the idea of him trying to balance between natural and architecture. It is really awesome. He showed us his previous project, interested you can go seksan.com

Went Sungai Wang with a light hope of finding a cheap coat for my prom. Which it turns out to be a failure cause I saw no shits but only sea foods. And dear Miss President, thanks to your late bless I successfully protect myself with the Anti-Seafood-Aura around me, I am safe and sound currently. and when do I get promoted?

Went Low Yat plaza and get Douglas's doomed-video-card fixed. and it results into buncha temptation of wonderful wonderful digicameras and mp3s. And mahai-ly, the video card will be fixed in 4 to 6 weeks, and someone couldn't play no dotA at homeeeee.

Went Time Square and basically still the same desperation and devastation, despite I found no coats and the Square is bloodily filled with humans in the entry. Look.

Ah now then I get why these creeps filled up in front of my eyes this morning.

Apparently there's some fans-meeting session there, there's this two actor came from Taiwan and I can't care more about that. Douglas, your sister watch their shows, bare in mind. =)

Yes Miss President, I'm in the same train with them.

Went back to KL Central and the word "Factory Outlet" caught my eyes. And I found this two darlings with great price tags.

Wonder which one nicer. I like the first one more though.

Went Pizza Hut just now with Aunt and cousin for dinner. It's like once in a blue moon for my uncle allow their kids to eat out with us and yeah they're pretty lucky.

Robbery happened in seconds. In front of my bloody eyes.

Two malay guys walked into the Hut and yelled which I don't get a shit at first of what happened, then I saw the sharp machete in their hands. 2 of them, both with helmets, one pointing the machete at people around, asking them to shut up and shits, and another one crashed up the cashier and took all the money. No one dare to look up and I heard the sound of coins falling into the bad. and they took 1 minutes to do this and went off. Then a lady that sat the nearest to the entrance fell into tears straight after they left. The hut is in total silence for seconds and then people were returned to their conversation and minutes later, the hut is back to normal business, fuck, it looks like nothing happened only, people still can continue eating their pizza, there's new customers came in and damn, I am totally freaked out. Then my 13 years old cousin, female, commented :

"COOL"

Bloody hell I freak out like crap and she thought that that's cool. 13 years old freak.

Eventful day without studying. Yes doomed.
and oh before I left Time Square I saw the shop that my brother recommended,saying that he brought his suit there, so I took one of the coats and tried.

I looked like a retarded bellboy working in a hotel with the fucktardish smile. Sad.

13 years old, freak.

There's this English teacher ( a hot one) in my ex-secondary school just passed away, breast cancer. Teacher Wan Azlin, I wish you rest in peace.

Anyhow speaking about these supernatural things, I just laughed like crap today morning reading Miss Wrecky's latest post about the visit to her grandpa's grave and about the swarming ants. Funny hell.

Then just after my dinner at BU Uncle house like usual then we started talking about these ghosty-mosty stuff then aunt told us about her friend's experience.

Saying that her friend that just moved into a new house found her house sortof weird and spooky so she asked her student that studied about Supernatural thingee to come to her house and look around see if there's any unwelcomed guest break in. So obviously there is, since the furnitures' position changed without acknowledgement, apparently this guest has something to against the lady's taste of interior.So this friend has to give the ghost food to make it go away, and yes finally it left and the house remain ghostless for weeks.

Then there's this stormy rainy night.And once again she found out that there's something wrong in the house. Yes. There's this weird pool of water appeared out of nowhere in the centre of the house. Freaked-out-less-ly, she asked for assistant from the student again, and her student asked the thing why came back and haunt the house again and this is what the ghost said, kononnya.

"Haih."
(HAIH?)
" I also no choice larh, outside raining and I got nowhere to hide, the big tree outside is already packed. I have to come in here. No choice."

Funny hell.

Shit seriously funny hell.
The big tree outside is already packed.
Wicked.

To Hell? How?

So today's Wesak. Aunt has a friend, a Buddhist, had this celebration Vegee kenduri at her temple. So Aunty asked me to go and pray for an A in maths ( since she's a math teacher ) while I was blur, staring at Differential Equation blindly. And yesh I followed her.

So it was just a 2 minutes car ride distance temple. It's in a housing area, and it's packed with people. i think is because of the free food. NOT

We'll skip the bla-bla-blas.

So we're in the temple and there's a monk there.



With a bowl of water in his palm.
So i was thinking yessss That's it.

So I kneel down in front of the Buddha statue and start praying.

"A in maths A in maths A in mathss...."


Then I can feel titisan of water kinda touched my hair and my clothes.
Then I'm done.

I stood up and there's this asistant gave a yellow string and a black seed-like-thingy where I'm suppose to swallow it.

Okay.
Then I found out there's someting wrong.




Yes something's wrong.
I asked my brother.












"Eh I forgot to wish for my Econs and Physics.Can I do that again?"


Apparently my brother curse in front of the statue, on Wesak, in a temple and asked me to go to hell.

Ah.

Tag

argh. flungish Economics. and mum has never been that sarcastic. Laughed at me directly after I told her how I did.

So I DID READ about the Macroecomonics Objectives Conflict.
Today Morning.So I was there in the exam hall flipping papers looking at the question.
-Ah. Macroeconomics Objective Conflict. =)
With a big smile I ticked on the question.
And I paused. ('_')


Think.('_')....



Fuck, I don't remember anything.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.

neways, it's overallly not very ok. I know what to do, how to answer, which policies should I use, just that the proper term keep jumping out of my mind. Ugh Ugh.

***

A for age:
I'm turning legal soon.This Sunday.

B for Booze of Choice:
I don't drink. I will die drinking it.

C for Career:
I wish I can be a jazz singer.
I wish I can be a professional Landscape Architect
I wish I can be a professional All Rounded Architect
I wish I can open my own pub.

D for your most Dreaded:
Losing loved one, like Sukie
Can't sing anymore
Bad results in studies


E for Essential items you use everyday:
Cellphone
Voice
Cash

F for Favourite song of the moment:
You Know My Name - Chris Cornell

he's a cool dude, it's a cool song

G for favourite Game:
currently? DotA !!
just that I suck in it.
Ah, Roller Coaster Tycoon. yeah, laugh.
I love picking gardener and throw them into the lake. =)

H for Hometown:
Perlis

I for Indulgence:
Sing.

J for favourite flavour of Juice:
Apple recently.

K for Koo Kien Keat:
Just shaved his head recently. Back to training again. He's good.

L for last hug by anyone:
"By"? Melanie.
"To"? Farah.

M for Mother:
da'luncun-fat-blurblur-funny-cuddly mumma.
She's my girlfriend right now. Love her so much.

N for name of your crush:
yeah you know who.

O for Orgasms:
The moment during sexual activity when feelings of sexual pleasure are at their strongest.

P for Phobias:
Height.
This house.

Q for Quote:
Jazz is the hamburger that ate the world.

R for biggest Regret:
Doesn't study hard enough for AS.

S for Status:
double.
single.

T for Time you wake up:
5-ish

U for Underwear:
Underwear?
Briefs.

V for Vegetable you love:
I wonder what's that called in english. Lettuce.

W for Worst habit:
Empty promise to myself.
Must study today must study today.
and apparently I am now blogging.

X for X movies you have watched:
what do you mean X movie again?

Y for Yummy food you make:
Famous Amos.Mwahaha.

Z for Zodiac sign:
Aries.

Fucking, fucking rant

So it happens that KTM train broke down,due to engine failure at Petaling station. Nice freakin' 9.45pm.
So it happens that the train drivers that goes different ways were arguing with each other that someone need to let out the lane for them to pass through, freakin' typical Malaysian.
So it happens that the whole argument thing goes on like 15++ minutes where I just stand outside the train with like few hundreds of Malaysian, 3 trans, 1 Caucasian and 1 miserable Taylorian as well waiting for someone to tell us what to do, where to wait, where to go.
So it happens that I am terribly dirty-smelly-sticky and I need to at least wash up my face in a minute.
So it happens that the train can only transfer us to the next station at Pantai Dalam.
So it happens that when everyone rushed out from the train and I can't find my wallet.

















and So it happens that it's in my bag. =). Gotcha.
So it happens that I missed the first bus, which tool every freakin 100+ people waiting outhere squashing their fat ass trying to get into the first bus, and only 3 miserable people didn't make it.
A lame-pissed-off-fucktard, A Taylorian and A Muay-Thai boxer.
So it happens that we talked.
So it happens that we hooked up.







NOT.
So it happens that the bus service assistant told us that the next bus is coming in 10 minutes.
So it happens that we convert the time he gave us into Malaysian time.

10x3. 30 minutes.
So it happens that we waited for the next bus for 30 minutes.
So it happens that I spent the whole time in the bus playing with a damn-adorable-kid.Making stupid faces.
So it happens that when I reached KL Central by bus, then I know that I can't even take the KTM anymore back to Kepong, cause the whole KTM ends their service at that time, fixing the problem.
So it happens that I cussed in front of the lady at the service booth.
So it happens that I called my aunt, thought that she might can come and fetch me.
So it happens that she refused to do so only because it's kinda far.

Kinda.

So it happens that I have to waste up my time listening to her comparing how far it is from Kepong to Central, and keep on asking me if there's other way home. Obviously there is. There's this LRT thing. Then she nagged about where to pick me up, SOGO station or Kelana Jaya.
So it happens that I seriously wasted 20 minutes just to listen to her fucking piece of crap. and she ends up telling me,

"I don't want to go so far"

So it happens that it pissed me off and I really wanna yell at her so I just told her that just give me a place, I wanna go home, period. So she asked me to go SOGO.
So it happens that she called in the minute while it's my turn to buy the ticket, asked me to change to Kelana Jaya.
So it happens that I cussed twice in the same station, within minutes.
So it happens that I called mum, complained the whole piece of crap to her and she only can ask me to bear for few more months.
So it happens that I complained everything her nice sister can do to us,

AS
A
FAMILY.

So it happens that my live, is not even worth a few liters of petrol.
So it happens that my FAMILY, compared my live with the few liters of petrol.
So it happens that I am not that worthy for her after all, I am just wasting her space of room, wasting her time taking-care-of-us-while-in-the-real-sense-we're-wiping-her-ass-spoon feed-her.
So it happens that this freaky-old-single-woman is my aunt.
So it happens that she keep on complaining about how susah payah she climbed the valleys, swimmed through the sea and walk over the desert WHILE IN REALITY just walk downstairs, push the car button, and lay her freaking ass on the Vios cushion and come and fetch me at the nearest place she need to go to.
So it happens that I didn't talk to her at all in the car.
So it happens that I called mum after I reach home, ranting over here.
So it happens that still, my freaking live has been compared to the freaking-liters-of-petrol.


Freaking liters of petrol.
Just fucking-can't-believe-it.

Grr, bite you.

Currently at The Web.peeking at the same table.

The cheebeh counsellor just won't walk away. I was there meeting up my friend where she's asking about the Pre-U course,where I was thinking *kaching* here comes my RM250. Manatau..

MANATAU the cheebeh counsellor makes me wait for him to finish the whole counselling session for an hour plus. How the fuck can he talk for an hour plus keep on digressing the main topic withouth letting people go. Lecturer from TCPJ konon. From Pre-U talk to Pre-U talk to petrol price, economics, prices of diesel compared to rubber and why the hell larhh he won't let them go.

Then I was kicked out from the cafeteria area by some kiss-my-ass-lick-my-feet-motherfuckers. Stupid Taylors'.Stupid dupid Taylors'.

Grr.

Violet, Hailey, Esme?

Yorsh you Violet Hailey Cik Tak Malu. =P
Just temaned her home and her dad's there. Then while we're saying goodbye, I had a wrong impression that she's physically asking me for a hug, a friendly hug. Then I found out that I was wrong after I offered it. It's so embarassing, but I love hugs. It's so comforting. =)

Don't get me wrong damnit.

Anyway, currently at The Web after Sing Kwan's father drop us off at Inti. Was playing guitar singing at Sing Kwan's house again. Yeshh I know, not-studying-again-right? Oh ya,apeaking about study,I have to pay RM50 for losing the student card for the 2nd time. And and and the cool thing is, if I lose it again, I will be penalised from sitting and exams in Taylors' in the future.Dayam.

And yeap, tagged.

6 Wierd Things about Myself.

1. I can stick to the same food everyday as long as I love it. I've been eating Asia Cafe prawn mee everytime I go there since the day the previous Curry Mee stall is not there anymore.

2. I am hyper,extra-mextra hyper while I am emo.When the emoness stormed in, there's always a voice inside my heart telling me :" It's time to get hyper." And you will see me laughing jumping all the way from this class to next class and it never ever ends.

3. One RM10 / Ten RM1. I like the latter. I love the feeling that your-wallet-is-full-with-notes.

4. I am sarcastic, but people enjoys my sacarsm.





NOT.

5. If I sing a song lotsa times, my presentation always get worse,time by time. It's no longer the feel the first time I sang it.Pft.

6. Good hearing, strangely good hearing. Raindrops, vibrations from afar, someone calling my name from the opposite building.


Done.
Tagging

1.Melanie
2.Yusnie
3.Grace
4.Ho Sheng
5.Pang Han
6.Li Ee (update your blog dammit.)

E W W

I think i just ate a cockroach just now.

ehw.

Further

Just wasted up my connection speed waiting a clip to load which turns out that it's just a lame animation singing "Choi San Dou".

But anyway reached home finally after staying at Aunt's house at Sungai Petani for a day. The family gathering I mentioned is disappointing at some point but still overall it's fun. Maybe we didn't see each other that much which results in the connection between some of our cousins and us faded. It's so wierd when the adults are all talking outside and 9 of us,5 of theirs and 4 of us sitting at the living room, not talking to each other. They are all busy pressing their handphones, playing games taking photos bluetoothing files and watching videos.The worst thing is even their mum joined,which left 4 of us stoning there watching them. I expected we have more stuff to talked about. They've growned up a LOT. Maybe that's why we're not as close as last time anymore while the thought of being there has changed. I missed the day while we're all still kiddy and everyone's in the mood of playing fire crackers at my house. At least we are TALKING over there you know. I wonder if they still remember that, or my name, or I am only the-one-that-played-fire-crackers-with-us-last-time-cousin which I dont' want to be. Sigh.

Shit happens on everyone.Shits.
People always have big secrets hidden inside where you will be so shocked to find out.Someday when you are talking with other people and they was like suddenly saying hey, do you know that I blahblahblahblah which your heart will stop beating for seconds listening to this. I talked with my cousins last night where we begin talking about another cousin that younger than us asking them questions about sex which I think it's good for them to ask, not that I am a pervert that interested in knowing people asked this kinda questions to me but they really don't dare to ask their parents about this questions and they really wanted to know so that they have to ask from the other people seeking for a satisfying answer.

But then we talked and the topic changed, I wonder when, to friends and stuff while they started to tell me a secret that I didn't expect to hear happens on them, which they claimed I am the first outsider to know about this.Then it reveals how scary a person can be when it comes to suspisions and expectation. Bad decisions and over protected the wrong person left the innocent one hanging around alone and all the blames were thrown on him/her, and there you are overpowering other people's life.You really can't judge book by their cover, who knows there's going to be a porn-contented-fiction-looked-cover book arranged somewhere in the fiction section in the MPH bookstore. Lame but true,Kills me. Wonder if I seriously should called you a demon, though outwardly you seriouslynot supposed to be called this way.

At somepoint I can't get over with the whole thing while deep inside my heart i get really pissed and really felt very unfair for the innocent but too bad things already happened while I did not know and I can't do anything about it.

Dear Jac,
I wish you good luck and wish that things got clearly settled someday in the future, at least don't leave it unsolved.

updates

Family Relatives Dramatic Politics,
happens everytime while we're having family gathering,
while the elders chat with each other, talking about how's life or how's the children going,
Every lines of their conversation filled with sacrasm.


Ugh.



But anyway.
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR people.
I know you all missed me but please be patient, Iam going back soon k?

Diesel and Oil, gimme a break

My dad is a kinda old-stubborn-minded middle aged guy. He's those dad that always worried about the kids and want them to have an idea of everything. And his way to makes you understand things is to experience it.

My brother can cook.
My sisters are both good in studies.
Which left down the miserable weakling here that basically blog oftenly without father's acknownledgement which summarised as "the nothing" that awaits daddy to do something on him and let him experience something. So basically dad threw me a task this evening after I played with the new doggy, with my shirts and pants full with saliva to wash.his.car Pickup truck.


Don't get me?

wash.
his.
pick.
up.
truck.


WASH.HIS.PICK.UP.TRUCK ! ! !








Oh yeah, you don't know the situation yet.
SO. Now imagine a pickup truck,
+ 3 months of dust
+ 2 litres of dark sticky black diesel oil
+ few hundred grams of dirt sands
+ muds and muds and muds.
and last but not least,
+ bird craps.

now THAT's my dad's pick up truck

which left me alone stoning at it for few minutes, jaw dropped.
Then work started roughly while I used the cloth rubbing on the door and a surge of pain fell on my right hand. After all I did the whole job single handedly. Sad.
Then the back part of the whole truck is the worst disaster EVER. You will lost your appetite just staring at it with the damn thick mud and diesel oil all over the back. I really have nil idea what or how to deal with it, until my brother stole mum's big brush for me. Brushing of those dirts is just exhausting. Then I was rubbing and rubbing and rubbing while I saw my father walked out from the house,towards me.This is it this is it, he's coming and asking me to stop and get prepare for the dinner outing soon, so he approached me and said :


"oh clean up the inside also nah."






Speechless, i tell you seriously speechless.
Luckily my brother helped me cleaned up the inside of the car while I am supposed to do the whole stuff alone. Otherwise I am the poor cinderella that awaits the fairygodmother to help me clean up the whole car and give me nice clothes and teleports me to the restaurant and join them.Somehow somepart dad's just cruel, but all over he's actually just finding some stuff for you to do so that you will not be doing nothing at home. He don't want us to kill time with internet and TV and unfortunately I am the one having these problem at home.

But still dad, your truck is just a disaster.
Washing your truck might be the last thing I ever wanna do and whoa I just did it.

So in the night while I hopped on dad's truck, mum said :

*wipe on the window*
"Oh dusty."


Eyes bulged. =)

Hi John

I am home finally.
and met John finally.
For those people that named John too, please don't be offended. Cause he's a dog.

See you all after Chinese New Year.

Iberia nahahahahaha

Watched Iberia today, supposingly. As nobody knows what it is all about.The reason why, I, Skipped Maths, just to watch this show. It's a Spanish Musical as it written on the preview clips, which the dancing in the previews has attracted two innocent girls named Jean and Melody and there we are today watching this show.It's all filiing those Spanish musicians, singers and dancers perform variations of composer Isaac Albeniz's "Iberia" suite.

This is the only cun pic I found on the web.Sorry. And yeah, we enter the room and there's only 4 of us.So I think yeah, I guess nobody is that artistic enough like us to watch this musical.And the show goes like this, there's people starting dancing and dancing and dancing.

AND DANCING AND DANCING AND DANCING.

Yes that's all about the show. and now then I think , yes we are definitely not that artistic. Smack head.

So we end up sneak into the other room, watching Stranger Than Fiction. Stranger Than Fiction is good. Seriously good. Will Farrell is good, and Emma Thompson is marvellous. Love it.

And I spent another day, not studying.Great.

Going home on Friday, skip class. again. Oh shit.

15 Minutes of Shock, 3 minutes of tears

O
M
F
G.

I was walking home with Aaron just now where me myself witnessed a handbag snatching case happened in front of ma-eyes just, like, that.

So it happened like this, where there was 3 malay ladies walking in front of us slowly with their handbag on their shoulders, 2 chinese guys behind us. We were walking at SS15,along the lane opposite KFC beside the big field on the way to Subang Jaya KTM. So there was 2 guys riding a motorcycle passed through us in front of us but none of us were awared about it cause it's normal that motorcyclists at that area riding the bike,crossing the small lane in the housing area law-less. So then Aaron and I try to walk pass the malay ladies then we heard they shouted. As we turn back we already saw the motorcyclists ran away, and there's one lady fell down on the ground and she's injured. Her ankle is bleeding and she sprained her left arm. I was seriously shocked,speechless.

Then the chinese guy told us saying the motorcyclist made a turn after they rode through them.

I freaked the fucking hell out of myself and guess what?

I called 999.




Seriously I called 999.
They failed to snatch the handbag, and I can't remember the plat number of the bike.
So there was this operator transfer my call to the Subang Jaya Police Station and I tried to describe what happened and what I saw. So guess what the policemen over there said :

"Panggil perempuan itu datang ke Polis Stesen dan report."

WTF?
no seriously, WTF?

Malaysian Police. Pft. PFT PFT PFT!!

So anyway, people that reading this, especially those that staying around SS15, please be careful. Not that ask you not to go out and stay at home after class and those shit, but please just be aware of people around you.

Yappy,Elvis, take care of yourself.Get well soon.

20 k, you gimme la!

Dentist nightmare, I swear.
So I went to the dentist appointment to ask about putting braces on my teeth.I asked once at Perlis, and he said I have to go through a surgery to fix my jaw bones and move the gums in, THEN i can put braces. I didn't believe him because you know, Perlis dentist, not as reliable as I thought so.So to prove that he's wrong and also to stop dad from keep on blah-ing about I haven't appoint the dentist and ask about this. Therefore I am there at Damansara seeing one famous busy entist reccomended by my aunt, the name is Doctor Kong.

So I skipped double period of Physics and met him. He's very VERY young, about late 20 and early 30 I think, and he's a very cheerful person too.He first check out the teeth, and then he evaluate what happened and what he's going to do next.He then prepare to do my teeth model. Woot.Teeth model. He gave me some plastic pinkish dough thing to bite for one minute then the dough will turn white and hard. Not as elastic as he first put in my mouth. But the one, no two minutes are suffering, while I have this big dough in my mouth and I only can breathe through the nose, and I can't let the saliva flow into my throat. So yesh very shaffering.

Yes I had to do the surgery. But first braces for one and a half year, then surgery, then braces for another half year.

I then did X-Ray and we're done. We talked to the receptionist while booking our next appointment, then we asked about the price for the surgery, approximately.




20k.







yes, omfgly 20k.
Dentist nightmare, now then you know.
So now basically I have to see whether my health insurance can cover this, or else the braces are on but the jaw is going to be like this forever. The dentist once laughed at me saying I am the only patient didnt ask much about the surgery.Oh well, maybe I don't know about the price that's why. Somemore is done by some professor from University Malaysia Dentistry Faculty.Half government. But the price just hammered my heart. Ugh Ugh.