Me song list:
1. Come Back To What You Know -Embrace
2. Special Needs -Placebo
3. The Way -Fastball
4. Amber -311 (an old favourite)
5. I Will Come To You -Hanson (nostalgia!)
6. Forget To Remember -Mudvayne
7. Love Will Come Through -Travis
8. Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Bikini -unknown (yes, don't ask)
9. Our Farewell -Within Temptations
10.Climbing Up the Walls -Radiohead (more nostalgia)
Funny Conversations:
(Nim's house, a laid-back evening of playing Speed...)
Nim: *hums an Edwin McCain song that's playing on the radio*
Me: Oo, but I like the other one better, u know, I Could Not Ask For More?
Nim: *looks very confused* Which one? Sing a bit?
Me: Lying here with you, listening to the rain, *gestures wildly with a card hoping
to jog Nim's foggy memory* lalalala, something something something.
Nim *stares some more*
Me: These are the moments, I thank God that I'm alive. These are the moments...
Nim: *pauses* Eh girl, you can sing-la.
Me: *stares at Nim* I sing to you every time we're in the car and now you throw this
compliment at me??
Nim: Yes, but you can sing.
Me: *at loss for words*
By the way, we have a new addiction these days; it's called Take Two and damn, it's fun! True, it's a word game, but we love words, don't we? Don't worry, Speed is still around, it's just that T.T. takes precedence now.
Also, I have a confirmed seat on the 6th of February and am on the waiting list for both the 5th and the 7th. With the way time is flying, I don't think it'll feel like 5months gone by when I finally have to say goodbye. Hey, that rhymes.
I shall come back here when I continue reading my books because those have taken a backseat to the damn assignments. Damn you, you and you.
Take care all.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
This Includes a Rant
Hewwo.
Here are a few random things, because there is no possible way I can be organized; at least, not with my thoughts.
1. Books!!! (I've been on)
a. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte (yep, still but only because textbooks get
in the way).
b. I Couldn't Keep it To myself by Wally Lamb (& the women of York Correctional
Institution) - I need my dose of humanity
c. Matrix Warrior by Jake Horsley (which I've been annoying Sebastian with)
2. Referring to point a. yes I have been actually studying, now please do close your
mouths, it is terribly rude for you to gape at me like that. Here's the punchline though, it can actually be enjoyable at times, especially if it's philosophy or substance abuse. But I get pretty upset in Substance Abuse class, I don't know why but I am very, very sensitive when it comes to the topic of drugs (yes, I am aware that I am an abuser myself, but well it's licit, ok??). I become majorly upset when I hear about the effects on people and the withdrawal symptoms. This is mainly the reason I was so shaky at the damn rave thing, I could see the fools on their high. Yep, I'm a fool too, I know I know (but well James Dean did it ok??).
3. Watched The Holiday and liked it but my DVD started bitchin' around chapter 24 so I got angry and turned on Astro instead. Caught the first half of Mercury Rising and left it halfway through because I realized I had enough anxiety-inducing moments for the day.
4. Ok, here's a rant: I can't stand to say I'm a feminist to people anymore because of the stupid reactions and comments I get:
"Oh, you hate men la."
"So you don't like dressing up and wearing nice clothes?"
"You can't be, you have a boyfriend!"
I mean, seriously? Is everybody still 4-years old and/ living under a frackin' rock? If so, please allow me to correct your extremely faulty misconception about feminism and all the moronic stereotypes that accompany this ideology.
A feminist does not need to be someone who has an overpowering urge to line up all the men in the world and shoot them in the nuts, in fact, this is NOT a prerequisite to being one (don't believe everything you hear, for Pete's sake). A feminist is simply someone who desires and wants the injustice towards women (who make up half the human population, by the way, NOT less than men unlike popular belief) to be put to an end. That is the simplest way I can put it, without getting into too much detail. Also, YES, even men can be feminists, this doesn't make you less of a man, do not fret, it just makes you even more attractive to the ladies, if anything.
However, having said that I cannot stand it, doesn't mean that it'll stop me. I do believe that this can be corrected with more awareness,so please do pass on the message.
Do you enjoy hearing about domestic abuse? No? I thought so. There you go, a feminist in your own right.
5. Ok, end rant (I had to and I will not apologize). Been going to Geeta classes at the Ashram on Thursday nights and it's doing me good, I must say. Also, my room is currently cleaner than it's ever been since I first moved in 7 years ago. God, it's been 7 years!
6. Still doing the tuition thing, but the mother has temporarily stopped classes with me as her mother is in town so she is doing the whole quality-time jig. I totally understand but feel I should be doing more than just having one little girl to teach (although it is so great I swear). The other day we were talking about gender (which I hate because they already re-inforce the nurse=women and doctor=men thing in the vocab books that I use) and she told me that she didn't like being a girl and when I asked her why, she replied "Because I don't like girl" (which got a very enthusiastic reply from my end). It was too cute and also she learnt what bubbles were on Saturday, so I promised her that I'd bring some of mine and we could have a blowing session in between lessons. She was so excited she started yelling Bubbles over and over again for the rest of the class. Also, I love the Wrong-Way Rabbit. Hee. Believe it or not, they don't have nice story books here for kids that I can get for a reasonable price because I try not to charge for the materials so if anybody knows of a good place, please do speak up. I have a soft spot for Rapunzel now because that's the first story I read to her and if I'm right she totally adored it.
Ok, so more later, my wuvs to all, all, ALL. Wee.
Here are a few random things, because there is no possible way I can be organized; at least, not with my thoughts.
1. Books!!! (I've been on)
a. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte (yep, still but only because textbooks get
in the way).
b. I Couldn't Keep it To myself by Wally Lamb (& the women of York Correctional
Institution) - I need my dose of humanity
c. Matrix Warrior by Jake Horsley (which I've been annoying Sebastian with)
2. Referring to point a. yes I have been actually studying, now please do close your
mouths, it is terribly rude for you to gape at me like that. Here's the punchline though, it can actually be enjoyable at times, especially if it's philosophy or substance abuse. But I get pretty upset in Substance Abuse class, I don't know why but I am very, very sensitive when it comes to the topic of drugs (yes, I am aware that I am an abuser myself, but well it's licit, ok??). I become majorly upset when I hear about the effects on people and the withdrawal symptoms. This is mainly the reason I was so shaky at the damn rave thing, I could see the fools on their high. Yep, I'm a fool too, I know I know (but well James Dean did it ok??).
3. Watched The Holiday and liked it but my DVD started bitchin' around chapter 24 so I got angry and turned on Astro instead. Caught the first half of Mercury Rising and left it halfway through because I realized I had enough anxiety-inducing moments for the day.
4. Ok, here's a rant: I can't stand to say I'm a feminist to people anymore because of the stupid reactions and comments I get:
"Oh, you hate men la."
"So you don't like dressing up and wearing nice clothes?"
"You can't be, you have a boyfriend!"
I mean, seriously? Is everybody still 4-years old and/ living under a frackin' rock? If so, please allow me to correct your extremely faulty misconception about feminism and all the moronic stereotypes that accompany this ideology.
A feminist does not need to be someone who has an overpowering urge to line up all the men in the world and shoot them in the nuts, in fact, this is NOT a prerequisite to being one (don't believe everything you hear, for Pete's sake). A feminist is simply someone who desires and wants the injustice towards women (who make up half the human population, by the way, NOT less than men unlike popular belief) to be put to an end. That is the simplest way I can put it, without getting into too much detail. Also, YES, even men can be feminists, this doesn't make you less of a man, do not fret, it just makes you even more attractive to the ladies, if anything.
However, having said that I cannot stand it, doesn't mean that it'll stop me. I do believe that this can be corrected with more awareness,so please do pass on the message.
Do you enjoy hearing about domestic abuse? No? I thought so. There you go, a feminist in your own right.
5. Ok, end rant (I had to and I will not apologize). Been going to Geeta classes at the Ashram on Thursday nights and it's doing me good, I must say. Also, my room is currently cleaner than it's ever been since I first moved in 7 years ago. God, it's been 7 years!
6. Still doing the tuition thing, but the mother has temporarily stopped classes with me as her mother is in town so she is doing the whole quality-time jig. I totally understand but feel I should be doing more than just having one little girl to teach (although it is so great I swear). The other day we were talking about gender (which I hate because they already re-inforce the nurse=women and doctor=men thing in the vocab books that I use) and she told me that she didn't like being a girl and when I asked her why, she replied "Because I don't like girl" (which got a very enthusiastic reply from my end). It was too cute and also she learnt what bubbles were on Saturday, so I promised her that I'd bring some of mine and we could have a blowing session in between lessons. She was so excited she started yelling Bubbles over and over again for the rest of the class. Also, I love the Wrong-Way Rabbit. Hee. Believe it or not, they don't have nice story books here for kids that I can get for a reasonable price because I try not to charge for the materials so if anybody knows of a good place, please do speak up. I have a soft spot for Rapunzel now because that's the first story I read to her and if I'm right she totally adored it.
Ok, so more later, my wuvs to all, all, ALL. Wee.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
I'm In
So, guess what?
I got the offer letter from Curtin, University of Technology. Can you say weeeeeee?
Hee. I'm going to Perth, baybey. I think I'm still trying to wrap my head around this and I'm being a bit cautious I suppose in terms of getting carried away because I still have to send in the acceptance letter and a whole bunch of other things but I am very happy.
It is here that I must ask all those who matter (and you know who you are, right right?) to please meet up with me and let's spend more time together so I won't forget you when I go away. Hah, I'm kidding. But let's do that alrighty? You can even help me with the the whole shopping extravaganza that is sure to take place as long as my mom is in charge (MIL, you need winter clothes, new clothes, Perth clothes, etc) so please, I request for volunteers to come with me when my Mom drags me to every shopping mall in the vicinity of Klang Valley (yes, I loathe shopping, except if we're going to a bookstore.)
Also, if you have any advice or tips to share about anything and you feel you must impart your wisdom, please, don't keep silent, feel free to share and share you must. I especially need advice on how I'm going to export my entire bookshelf to Perth (I cling to the hope that this is still possible and not at all expensive, I know I'm naive) so please do get cracking on that toughie.
Thank you to all of you who reminded me not to worry, I shall keep this in mind, you did help, even if I still looked like a nervous wreck. That's just my face, alright?
See you in a bit, dahlins'.
I got the offer letter from Curtin, University of Technology. Can you say weeeeeee?
Hee. I'm going to Perth, baybey. I think I'm still trying to wrap my head around this and I'm being a bit cautious I suppose in terms of getting carried away because I still have to send in the acceptance letter and a whole bunch of other things but I am very happy.
It is here that I must ask all those who matter (and you know who you are, right right?) to please meet up with me and let's spend more time together so I won't forget you when I go away. Hah, I'm kidding. But let's do that alrighty? You can even help me with the the whole shopping extravaganza that is sure to take place as long as my mom is in charge (MIL, you need winter clothes, new clothes, Perth clothes, etc) so please, I request for volunteers to come with me when my Mom drags me to every shopping mall in the vicinity of Klang Valley (yes, I loathe shopping, except if we're going to a bookstore.)
Also, if you have any advice or tips to share about anything and you feel you must impart your wisdom, please, don't keep silent, feel free to share and share you must. I especially need advice on how I'm going to export my entire bookshelf to Perth (I cling to the hope that this is still possible and not at all expensive, I know I'm naive) so please do get cracking on that toughie.
Thank you to all of you who reminded me not to worry, I shall keep this in mind, you did help, even if I still looked like a nervous wreck. That's just my face, alright?
See you in a bit, dahlins'.
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